004: The Blame Game (#2 vs La Cucaracha)
May 12, 2017 23:19:20 GMT -5
Post by Admin on May 12, 2017 23:19:20 GMT -5
Pinky's Vlog || Stardate 94882.18
"I used to say 'there are no coincidences'. I've always believed that – things happen for a reason. My mother passed away when I was born. I never knew her and my brother resented me for that for the longest time. See, they were close and I never really got to know her. My dad used to tell me that she knew she was going to go to heaven so she traded places with an angel to make sure the family would still be looked after."
She's still at the arena. Maybe she never left. Maybe she waited for the trucks to arrive. Either way, she's still there, sitting on one of the rolling equipment boxes with a sad smile on her face. Her hair's tied back in a ponytail now – the only difference.
"And I know what you're thinking. He said that just to placate a little girl – to ease my guilt – a feeling I should never have been burdened with in the first place. I didn't ask to be born and there's such a big age gap between me and my brother that you might assume I was an accident. Eight years… my mom was only seventeen when she got knocked up. Just a kid herself and…" her voice trembles.
"My brother spent the first few years of his life in New York, raised by our grandma. When she had a fall and had to be hospitalized, he came back home – he was almost five by that time. Old enough to know, to start to understand and my mom, she treated him like a king. She doted on him so much and he worshipped her. Dad was gone a lot. On the road then, working as a long haul trucker and I know you're wondering what any of this has to do with facing a former champion – a current champion – at Mane Event. I'll get there, I promise. I just feel like you need to know…"
Her voice breaks. She smiles sadly, looking off-camera for a second with a small nod.
"No, I'm okay. Honest."
She drags in a deep breath.
"Devon was nineteen when my father died. Him and my step-mom, really. They were driving to New York to bring him home. House arrest with the ankle monitor because he got in trouble with the law. I… I don't really know the whole story. I was too young to understand – not too young to blame – you get the point. I let that poison tear us apart in a time that we should have leaned on each other. See, loss has a funny way of messing you up. Making you forget about the things that do matter. Like family. Do you see where I'm going with this?"
Mia stops. She pulls up a knee and rests her chin on it, showing off the hole in her distressed jeans.
"You can't lose sight of the things that matter – your fans, your friends, your partner, hell even these walls – that's your family and we're here for you. I don't want you to think I'm trying to mindfuck you or anything. I'm just…" a beat, "concerned, y'know? I can see the signs. I know where your head is at, I did even before I watched what you had to say. I know you might not want to hear this, but there's more out there for you. The Heritage Championship was just the beginning. Things happen for a reason and you've gotta find the lady balls to pick yourself up and face the next-"
Snickering is heard from off-screen. She shoots a sharp glare in that direction.
"What?"
"Lady… balls?"
She sighs, and it's one of those put-out, long-suffering ones. She can't keep a straight face, though, dissolving into giggles that makes her bury her face in her hands. Eventually she sobers up and casts another look off-camera, the hint of a smile still there on her lips.
"You're better than any of this crap. I guess that's what I'm trying to say. And if I gotta peel back some of the mystery of my past to light a fire under your ass, to remind you why people like me look up to people like you… well, so be it. Now you know who I am – I'm no quitter. I take risks. I don't play the blame game. I'm grown now. I own my mistakes. Do you?"
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