.The atmosphere around her was full of excitement. Attractive men and women carrying around drinks, mingling with one another. The stage was set up for karaoke and at the present, two blonde college girls, scantily clad in mini-skirts and designer tops and stilettos, were drunkenly botching one of Billy Joel’s finest pieces, “Piano Man” of course. This didn’t seem to matter to most of the male population, however, as they were more interested in the women’s slim figures and attractive faces than their musical talents (or lack thereof). But the gorgeous brunette sitting by herself in a dark corner at the bar barely notices the antics of the other bar goers.
We find ourselves in Glendale, Arizona on January 7th, 2012 at a rather nice sports bar called Marc’s Sports Grille and Nightlife. Sectioned off is an area called MarcTini’s Karaoke Lounge, and this is where Heather Halliwell can be found at this particular moment. Her cell phone is on the bar counter next to her long neck bottle of Miller Lite. She is looking down at a piece of paper in which she has scribbled some random notes. Her left hand is holding up her head, her right tapping the back of the pen against the paper. She’s completely in her own orbit, despite the buzzing chatter of men and women reaching various degrees of drunk. She stirs after several minutes, writing down another note. Taking another swig of her beer, she finally comes back to reality when she realizes the beer has gone flat from sitting open for too long. She spits it back into the bottle and indicates to the bartender that she needs another.
As she waits, she stretches like a cat on her barstool and looks around at the scene before her. The drunk college girls are gone and have been replaced by a good looking young man in his early twenties singing a Tim McGraw song. Many people are dancing and having a good time, not a care in their worlds at this particular moment. Chief among them seems to be Heather’s own sister, Hallie. Hallie currently has two men flanking her, dancing up against them both seductively. Heather shakes her head at her wild sister, grinning a bit as she does. Hallie is stunning this night, in a simple strapless black mini dress made of lace, silver open-toe heels with straps that reach up to her calves. Her hair is hanging loose about her shoulders, although she whips it around sexily while she dances.
Heather herself is wearing a white tube top with a brown floor length gypsy skirt. She’s got on platform sandals, and her own hair is hanging in loose ringlets, but she’s broken out her white cowgirl hat for the night. Men around the bar have been attempting to talk to her all night, offering to buy her drinks, but she continues to shoot them down. At this very moment, she sees from the corner of her eye another man indicating to the bartender that her beer is on him. The bartender comes down the counter, setting a new, cold beer in front of Heather and tells her such. Heather picks up the beer and tips it towards the generous stranger and has a drink. As she does this, she reaches for her phone and checks, but as expected, no new calls or messages have appeared. From nowhere, Hallie appears before her and snatches the phone out of her hand.
Look at you, sis! You’re supposed to be having fun, singing songs and dancing with handsome men, and what are you doing instead? Moping in a dark corner over your boyfriend who hasn’t called or texted you all day, writing promo notes.
Give me back my phone Hallie.
Heather holds out her hand expectantly but Hallie doesn’t play ball. Heather sighs and retracts her hand, now reaching into her purse for a cigarette. She pulls one out and lights it. The bartender looks over disapprovingly and points to a no smoking sign behind the bar. Heather puts it out, grabs her purse and makes her way through the double doors to the outer patio. A cool breeze hits her bare belly, which feels good after being in the hot, crowded bar. It’s quiet out here and she can finally hear herself think. Hallie follows her sister out and joins her on the ledge. Heather looks up at the Arizona night sky, marveling at its beauty. Hallie leans her back against the ledge and looks at her sister.
It’s only been a day, Heather, and he’s a busy man. He’s also still recovering from Winter Wars. I know he’s strong, but he’s no man of steel. Or perhaps he’s been stuck all day in a meeting with the suits of the WGWF. You’re acting very childish about not hearing from him. You are a grown woman, an independent woman. So act like it, don’t keep your phone clutched in your hand, checking every couple of minutes, hoping for a call or text from a guy. Enjoy yourself, have a good time. It’s not going to kill you and moping around isn’t going to impress him very much.
Heather takes a long drag from her cigarette and finally meets her sister’s eye. She picks apart Hallie’s words and finds little to no flaws in Hallie’s logic. She finishes her cigarette, flicks it out into the night and stretches again.
You’re right. I’m worrying over nothing. I’m just so… Things are happening so fast. I feel as though I no longer have a personal life because the WGWF and everything it has become to me has firmly taken the number one spot in my life. And there is so much shit going down. It’s a new year and with it, I’m hoping for so many new possibilities. I feel like I’m finally starting to perform back to where I was 5 years ago, and eyes are going to be on me as 2012 progresses. There’s so much pressure to succeed. I guess I’m desperate to hear from Chris because he’s the one part of my professional life that has become personal, and he’s brought me much comfort over the past 2 months.
Heather smiles at Hallie, the mischievous sexy Halliwell smile and slips her phone into her purse.
I lost sight of what I meant to do when I broke up with Steve, and that’s to keep myself happy instead of relying on other’s to make me happy. It’s time I start following my own advice.
I really hope you mean that, Heather. Because you’re never going to be a happy, complete woman until you find that happiness within yourself. Now get the hell back inside and sing a song. I’m so tired of tone-deaf college sluts prancing around that stage hogging the mic just to get noticed.
Heather grins and allows her sister to lead her inside and over to the DJ. Heather flips through the heavy song book, selecting a couple of her favorites and submits them to the DJ. He eyes her warily, obviously hoping he isn’t about to get another drunken, off key woman ruining a good song. He glances at her choices and his eyes light up slightly. He quickly shuffles his records around and indicates that she’s up next. Heather takes the stage and walks over to the microphone, sitting on its stand in the middle of the well lit stage. Some of the patrons murmur their recognition of her as she steps up behind the mic and waits for the music to start. As the music for her first song starts, “He Better Be Dead” by Stealing Angels, she closes her eyes and taps her foot in time with the music. She grasps the stand with both hands and begins to sing, but by the chorus, the performer in her comes to life. She snatches the mic out of the stand and begins to sing passionately, putting on a show for the patrons, who are now dancing and very into her performance.
As she finishes, the crowd bursts into cheers and applause. Heather bows and blows kisses to the crowd and makes her way over to where Hallie is taking a breather and sipping a Cosmotini. Heather orders another beer and a shot of Jack and despite herself, takes her phone out of her purse. Unlike before, she’s smiling and chatting with her sister, but her heart skips a beat when she sees the missed text symbol on her screen. She opens the message, which is from Chris.
“I haven’t forgotten you, baby. Been busy, I’ll call you later. Miss you.”
Heather smiles happily, responds in kind, then slips her phone back into her purse. With her mind at ease, she allows herself to have an awesome time for the rest of the night.
*** Not the Threesome I had in Mind ***
I would just like to personally welcome Star back into the wrestling business. How’ve you been, darling, it’s been years! Everything is well with me, thanks for… Ah, fuck pleasantries, nobodies buying it. So, have you come back to finish what Anathema couldn’t, did you? Or did you just come to avenge your little gal pal because the mean girl finally did something about her pest problem? By all means, have it at it dear. I will admit, your greeting in the parking garage last Monday was quite the spectacle. You wanted my attention and you found a clever way to get it. Congratulations, you crazy bitch. Now let me tell you a secret that you might already know: The Heather Halliwell you knew is dead. The one you pinned with your pretty new car is a much more dangerous creature. If you thought to intimidate me with that stunt, all you did was throw fuel onto an already raging fire. If you were trying to send a message on behalf of your buddy, trapped wherever she may be now, all I received was half the letter and an empty box of chocolates. Do yourself a favor, Star. If you really feel the need to come after me, do it for yourself. Do it because YOU want a piece of me. I can’t imagine what vendetta you would have against me other than that fact that I was able to take Ana out before she got me. But seriously, don’t come after me on the behalf of some strung-out, power hungry, over confident child who let her ego get the best of her. And don’t let your own ego allow you to think that retaliation isn’t coming. I know you’ll be at Brawl on Monday night, and I’m ready to welcome you back properly.
But enough about that for now, time to crack on to what I really need to focus on this week. As much as I enjoy teaming with fellow LTV family, it’s good to finally be on my own in a match again. I missed singles action, and this week I’m getting the opportunity to go rampant on not one, but two of the most annoying women the WGWF have to offer.
Angel. I really haven’t much to say about you, because you’re actions speak for themselves. It’s fun watching you lose your mind, maybe you’ll be able to share a padded room with Alyssa Ferro. Remember when I kicked your ass after you cost me our tag team match? I never felt fully satisfied with the results, seeing as you were still able to walk around after. It’ll be a pleasure to pick up where I left off. Maybe I can make you bleed this time. And I promise you won’t be making it out on your own this time.
With that said, I can now focus solely on the one who clearly deserves my attention. So we’re destined to meet again, are we Jocelyn? Only this time, it won’t be as Hostile Takeover vs. LTV. Very smart move, by the way, removing yourself from the losing side before LTV crushed them like the ants they are.
I heard your almost compliments about me earlier in the week. You said that I wasn’t a bad wrestler. You talked about how I surprise people with good matches and when I’m motivated, I can give better wrestlers a decent match. Despite our differences, I thank you. Then you brought into focus that I don’t win my matches, and that’s what matters in this business. And for once you and I absolutely agree. Wins are everything, yet they elude me. It’s my own fault. I fool myself into believing I’m giving my all to my matches. This is false. That was the lazy Heather. It’s a brand new year, and with it, I’m going to bring a much more focused, determined and competitive Heather to the ring. And a win over you would be the perfect way to kick that off.
I was feeling inspired the other night, so I wrote you a poem based off the letters of your name. I’d like to read it to you.
J – J for the Joke you’ve made yourself over recent months. No one is going to take away your accomplishments, because they are many and they are great. But since you’ve lost the world title, you really haven’t done anything of note. Admit it. I won’t say “What have you done lately” like you expect me to. The question isn’t what have you done lately, because we’ve seen what you’ve been doing. The real question should be: What are you planning to do to hoist yourself back to the top?
O- Over-confidence, which is exactly what’s gotten you into the slump you are in. You can blame Stevens and Gambino for recent losses and your departure from Hostile Takeover, but when all is said and done, where were you when they were losing? You weren’t in there making a save. You were sidetracked outside the ring or knocked out cold because someone got the better of you. Think about it.
C- C is for the Climb you have to get back to the top. It’s going to be a long road and whether you believe it or not, I’m going to be right at your heels. I’m sure your gargantuan ego won’t allow you to take me seriously when I tell you this. But I promise, it won’t take me long to catch up and knock you off the mountain for good. It’s my time to shine.
E- Ah, E, for all the Eyes that you claim are on me only because I hooked up with CCP and LTV. I’ve got news for you, sweetness. My allegiance to LTV and my relationship with CCP may have put me back into the public eye, but I managed to keep myself there all by myself. And I intend to keep myself there, all by myself. I can admit that I may have needed a nudge to get myself noticed once more, but now that I have the attention of the people, I’m more than capable of keeping it without anyone’s help. Despite what you seem to believe, it’s not a sign of weakness to seek help when it’s needed.
L- Loner. What you claim to be, what you pride yourself on. You don’t play well with others, do you? That’s just fine, many don’t. But please, don’t kid yourself into believing that you have what it takes to bring down LTV. That is tantamount to pride, and pride always cometh before the fall. And it will be a long fall for you if you attempt to stop us.
N – Narcissism, a trait we share. My narcissism is based on my looks, my talents, and my intelligence. I’m extremely self-loving and have no problem flaunting it. But I know when I’ve met my match. You, however, are so wrapped up in your own delusions of grandeur that you mock everyone else and disrespect those who only wish to help you. The problem is you believe that you are better than everyone else, so you turn your nose up at them. And look where it’s been getting you recently. You’re stuck and no matter where you turn, you can’t seem to get yourself out. You’re too proud to ask for help.
You really were great once, Jocelyn. But sadly, you’re glory days are over. 2012 is going to be a year of change, and I, with LTV, are going to be at the forefront. You’ve had your chances to rise again, and you failed. It’s time to step aside, because 2012 WILL be my year. And you are going to be the first example. See you in the ring.
