03-20-2020, 02:07 PM
(Direct continuation of the rp Vs The Chuck.)
Having the emotional meeting with her father was the hardest thing Annabelle had to do. She is a daddy’s girl through and through. Last thing she wanted to accomplish was disappointing the man she still idealized in spite of all the horrific crimes he committed in the past. Annabelle’s conscience told her that leaving the professional wrestling world was what she needed to do. What’s done is done. No more demons unleashed. No more promoting her family history for profit. The question now became what to do next? Her entire life was dedicated to becoming a professional wrestler. Didn’t bother going to college. Had no marketable skills. When she wasn’t wrestling in the local New York area she worked the week at Target. Being one of many redshirted khaki wearing workers wasn’t going to sustain long term prosperity. Not enough to pay rent, bills, purchase groceries on a consistent basis. Independent wrestling did enough to keep her semi afloat, plus it also helped her live with her mother. Living a lifetime with mom wasn’t going to cut it either.
What is a soon to be former professional wrestler to do with the rest of her life?
Annabelle sat on a park bench not paying attention to the ongoers going on about their day thinking whatever thoughts were running through their minds. Mothers pushing their strollers, joggers running past her, teenagers talking among themselves, no one paid attention to Annabelle staring blankly into the distance, half in this world half in her own mind, asking herself questions about the best path forward is.
“You appear troubled...” The soft, older, comforting feminine was enough to break Annabelle out her trance.
No one was sitting next to her before. The older woman must have taken a seat next to her. At what point, Annabelle wasn’t certain. She feels at peace for the first time in awhile. She turns her head to look at the older woman who was wearing a long black dress with black stockings, black shoes. The crucifix the woman was wearing did catch Annabelle’s eye. She nodded, acknowledging that the older woman was right in her assessment that the world was weighing on her mind.
The woman placed her hand on Annabelle’s knee. With concern in her voice she asked, “Would you like to talk about your troubles?”
Annabelle looked down to the ground shaking her head. “I’m not worthy to speak to you--”
The older woman quickly responds. “In God’s eyes all his children are worthy.”
Annabelle shrugs her shoulders. “Not me. I am guilty of succumbing to my wrathful impulses, Sister.” Annabelle looks up into the older woman’s light blue eyes. She tilts her head to the side “Did I address you correctly?”
The older woman nods. “You did, my name is Sister Marisol.”
“Sister... are you familiar with professional wrestling?”
The Sister shakes her head.
Annabelle continues. “We beat people up for a living; like boxing. Controlled violence. Rarely do any of us cross a line that severely endangers the person we are working with. We try to protect each other to the best of our ability. I went too far. I kicked Melissa harder than I should have. Now she is in the hospital. Hope Melissa is ok. I want to believe what happened was an accident. Starting to question was it. My father is in prison for murdering a lot of innocent people. I embraced his violent streak. Is Melissa being in the hospital an accident or an ‘accident’?” Annabelle pauses. She was fighting back tears as she was sharing her story with Sister Marisol. No point holding them back. Tears flowed down her cheeks. She bows her head once more. Covering her face she tearfully completed her train of thought “What’s wrong with me?”
Sister Marisol wrapped her arms around Annbelle to comfort her. “I feel that you are remorseful.”
“Yes!” Annabelle agrees.
“There is hope for you... you never told me your name.”
“Annabelle Burchard.”
“There is hope for you Annabelle.” Sister Marisol released Annabelle from her embrace. She handed her a pamphlet. “I am a nun at the St Dominic Monastery. Stop by anytime.”
Annabelle accepted the pamphlet. She smiles. “Thank you.”
Sister Marisol stands up. She places her hand on Annabelle’s shoulder. “I have to go. Remember, God loves us all, doesn’t matter what you’ve done in your life, He will forgive you.”
With that Sister Marisol walks off. Annabelle places the pamphlet in her pocket. Stood up and walked off in the opposite direction.
Annabelle felt there was one more stop to make before settling in for the day.
Mercy Hospital. She was fortunate to have one friend who visited Melissa the other night. That friend shot her a text telling her where Melissa was in the event Annabelle wanted to stop by. Off to the hospital Annabelle went knowing full well it wasn’t going to be easy.
Once there, she walked over to the man working behind a desk. She told him that she is a friend of Melissa Pierce. Quickly ran through how they work together, she stopped by to check in. The man told her which elevator and floor to exit on. She thanked him. Only two people were on the elevator as she made her way up. More joined her. She wasn’t paying attention. The elevator stopped at the floor she was meant to. Exiting the elevator she walked to another station to ask where she could find the woman she put in the hospital. Before Annabelle could open her mouth, she couldn’t ignore someone grabbing her by the arm.
“You have some nerve showing up here” an angry woman shouted.
Annabelle yanked her arm away. Standing in front of her is Melissa's mother.
“I just came to see--”
A slap to the face stopped Annabelle from completing her sentence. The mother once again yelled, “You are not welcome here!”
Wasn’t long until security came to diffuse the situation. The male security guard was about to speak. Annabelle waved him off. “This is my fault. I am leaving. Sorry for causing a disturbance.”
Annabelle walked away. She knew this was a bad idea she cursed to herself. The hostilities were far from over, Annablle didn’t notice the mother following her to the elevator. Spinning Annabelle around the mother goes to smack her again, this time, Annabelle grabs the mother’s wrist.
“I’m leaving Mrs Pierce. Please, let me go.” Annabelle said as calmly as she could given the circumstances.
Mrs. Pierce yanks her wrist away. “Don’t you dare put your hands on me, Annabelle. Melissa trusted you! This is how you repay her?! People like you don’t deserve to live.”
Annabelle turns around. All she wanted to do was leave. Why can’t the elevator door just open, she said to herself. The mother wasn’t in the business of showing Annabelle any mercy. “All wrestling companies care about is money, why else would they allow freaks like you to put other people in danger? Is your daddy proud? Were you two having a good laugh at Melissa’s expense?! She’s a human being!”
Tensing up, Annabelle closed her eyes. On one hand she wasn’t about to talk back to a mother who is worried about their daughter. Mrs. Pierce needed to vent, fine, that’s her right. She didn’t want to piss her off even more. The other half of her wanted Mrs. Pierce to shut up. Why couldn’t she understand what happened in the ring was an accident? Finally the elevator door opens. Annabele takes one step inside. Suddenly she was yanked out of the elevator by Mrs. Pierce. Melissa’s mother spun her around, no telling what Mrs. Pierce was going to do this time. Annabelle wasn’t about to find out. She wrapped her hand around the thick throat of Mrs. Pierce ramming her up against the opposite wall. Anger didn’t fill the eyes of Mrs. Pierce... fear took over, all the anger buried looking into the now soulless eyes of Annabelle Burchard. She had enough control over herself not to squeeze the life out of Mrs. Pierce, doubting she would have gotten the chance to escalate the conflict further, whoever was on the elevator quickly intervened to break up the fight.
Annabelle didn’t stick around long enough to get chastised. Seeing a door with an Exit sign above it, she bolted into the hallway. Ran down a few flights of steps. She was grateful no one bothered to follow her. Sitting down on the steps she slapped herself twice. Annabelle had never lost it like that before outside the ring. Normally she was capable of curbing her impulses. Not today. She dug into her pocket looking for the pamphlet to St Dominic Monastery.
In that moment she knew what decision she needed to make--
--
A couple days have passed. She nervously told her mother what she intended to do, to her delight her mom was supportive. Annabelle didn’t escape the typical mom questions like “are you sure you want to do this;” all and all, Mrs Burchard gave her daughter her blessing. She had one last person to speak to. Her father. She went back to the prison with the intention of informing him of her major life altering decision.
“YOU CAN’T BE SERIOUS!” Tavis Burchard screamed as he pounded the glass separating them.
Annabelle didn’t flinch. She was used to his violent outburst by now. “I don’t trust myself anymore, daddy. I could have seriously hurt Mrs. Pierce.”
Tavis rolls his eyes. “We don’t show mercy in this family, sweet pea. You should have bashed her skull in.”
“I wanted to.” Annabelle sighs. “Mrs. Pierce didn’t deserve my wrath, she has every right to be mad about the state her daughter is in. All my fault. I don’t deserve to be a member of society anymore, once I isolate myself away from the general public, God will forgive me for all the wrong I’ve done. Society will be a lot better off with one less psycho on the street.”
“All you are doing is running from who you really are.” Tavis insisted.
Annabelle tilts her head to the side. “Who am I, Daddy?”
Tavis coily smiles. He places his hand on the glass. “My beautiful monster, sweet pea. The day you were born I knew you were my greatest accomplishment. I beamed with glee knowing there would be a little me to pass on my legacy. So far you have done a great job showing people what it means to be a Bruchard. Your mother has to stop planting these silly ideas in your head about joining a monastery, that is not the answer sweet pea, there is no escaping who we are.”
Unable to look at her dad trying to make his case, Annabelle lowered her head. He continues, “Search your heart. You know what I am saying is true, the whole truth and nothing but. Get these silly thoughts out of your head. Sleep on it. You were born to follow in my footsteps. Embrace your destiny.”
Taking a deep breath, Annabelle found the strength to look her father into his cold emotional eyes. “I’m going to miss you, Daddy. Sorry, this is the way it has to be. I wish you well...”
With Tavis' hand still on the glass, Annabelle presses her hand to where his is. She focused on his hand knowing the expression on his face was going to be one that broke her if she had the courage to look directly at him. She hung up the phone, turned around, walked away. He banged the glass once more trying to get her attention, it was too late. She resolved on that day this was the last time she would see her dad. A life of isolation from the general public awaits.
Time to start a new life.
2015
Having the emotional meeting with her father was the hardest thing Annabelle had to do. She is a daddy’s girl through and through. Last thing she wanted to accomplish was disappointing the man she still idealized in spite of all the horrific crimes he committed in the past. Annabelle’s conscience told her that leaving the professional wrestling world was what she needed to do. What’s done is done. No more demons unleashed. No more promoting her family history for profit. The question now became what to do next? Her entire life was dedicated to becoming a professional wrestler. Didn’t bother going to college. Had no marketable skills. When she wasn’t wrestling in the local New York area she worked the week at Target. Being one of many redshirted khaki wearing workers wasn’t going to sustain long term prosperity. Not enough to pay rent, bills, purchase groceries on a consistent basis. Independent wrestling did enough to keep her semi afloat, plus it also helped her live with her mother. Living a lifetime with mom wasn’t going to cut it either.
What is a soon to be former professional wrestler to do with the rest of her life?
Annabelle sat on a park bench not paying attention to the ongoers going on about their day thinking whatever thoughts were running through their minds. Mothers pushing their strollers, joggers running past her, teenagers talking among themselves, no one paid attention to Annabelle staring blankly into the distance, half in this world half in her own mind, asking herself questions about the best path forward is.
“You appear troubled...” The soft, older, comforting feminine was enough to break Annabelle out her trance.
No one was sitting next to her before. The older woman must have taken a seat next to her. At what point, Annabelle wasn’t certain. She feels at peace for the first time in awhile. She turns her head to look at the older woman who was wearing a long black dress with black stockings, black shoes. The crucifix the woman was wearing did catch Annabelle’s eye. She nodded, acknowledging that the older woman was right in her assessment that the world was weighing on her mind.
The woman placed her hand on Annabelle’s knee. With concern in her voice she asked, “Would you like to talk about your troubles?”
Annabelle looked down to the ground shaking her head. “I’m not worthy to speak to you--”
The older woman quickly responds. “In God’s eyes all his children are worthy.”
Annabelle shrugs her shoulders. “Not me. I am guilty of succumbing to my wrathful impulses, Sister.” Annabelle looks up into the older woman’s light blue eyes. She tilts her head to the side “Did I address you correctly?”
The older woman nods. “You did, my name is Sister Marisol.”
“Sister... are you familiar with professional wrestling?”
The Sister shakes her head.
Annabelle continues. “We beat people up for a living; like boxing. Controlled violence. Rarely do any of us cross a line that severely endangers the person we are working with. We try to protect each other to the best of our ability. I went too far. I kicked Melissa harder than I should have. Now she is in the hospital. Hope Melissa is ok. I want to believe what happened was an accident. Starting to question was it. My father is in prison for murdering a lot of innocent people. I embraced his violent streak. Is Melissa being in the hospital an accident or an ‘accident’?” Annabelle pauses. She was fighting back tears as she was sharing her story with Sister Marisol. No point holding them back. Tears flowed down her cheeks. She bows her head once more. Covering her face she tearfully completed her train of thought “What’s wrong with me?”
Sister Marisol wrapped her arms around Annbelle to comfort her. “I feel that you are remorseful.”
“Yes!” Annabelle agrees.
“There is hope for you... you never told me your name.”
“Annabelle Burchard.”
“There is hope for you Annabelle.” Sister Marisol released Annabelle from her embrace. She handed her a pamphlet. “I am a nun at the St Dominic Monastery. Stop by anytime.”
Annabelle accepted the pamphlet. She smiles. “Thank you.”
Sister Marisol stands up. She places her hand on Annabelle’s shoulder. “I have to go. Remember, God loves us all, doesn’t matter what you’ve done in your life, He will forgive you.”
With that Sister Marisol walks off. Annabelle places the pamphlet in her pocket. Stood up and walked off in the opposite direction.
Annabelle felt there was one more stop to make before settling in for the day.
Mercy Hospital. She was fortunate to have one friend who visited Melissa the other night. That friend shot her a text telling her where Melissa was in the event Annabelle wanted to stop by. Off to the hospital Annabelle went knowing full well it wasn’t going to be easy.
Once there, she walked over to the man working behind a desk. She told him that she is a friend of Melissa Pierce. Quickly ran through how they work together, she stopped by to check in. The man told her which elevator and floor to exit on. She thanked him. Only two people were on the elevator as she made her way up. More joined her. She wasn’t paying attention. The elevator stopped at the floor she was meant to. Exiting the elevator she walked to another station to ask where she could find the woman she put in the hospital. Before Annabelle could open her mouth, she couldn’t ignore someone grabbing her by the arm.
“You have some nerve showing up here” an angry woman shouted.
Annabelle yanked her arm away. Standing in front of her is Melissa's mother.
“I just came to see--”
A slap to the face stopped Annabelle from completing her sentence. The mother once again yelled, “You are not welcome here!”
Wasn’t long until security came to diffuse the situation. The male security guard was about to speak. Annabelle waved him off. “This is my fault. I am leaving. Sorry for causing a disturbance.”
Annabelle walked away. She knew this was a bad idea she cursed to herself. The hostilities were far from over, Annablle didn’t notice the mother following her to the elevator. Spinning Annabelle around the mother goes to smack her again, this time, Annabelle grabs the mother’s wrist.
“I’m leaving Mrs Pierce. Please, let me go.” Annabelle said as calmly as she could given the circumstances.
Mrs. Pierce yanks her wrist away. “Don’t you dare put your hands on me, Annabelle. Melissa trusted you! This is how you repay her?! People like you don’t deserve to live.”
Annabelle turns around. All she wanted to do was leave. Why can’t the elevator door just open, she said to herself. The mother wasn’t in the business of showing Annabelle any mercy. “All wrestling companies care about is money, why else would they allow freaks like you to put other people in danger? Is your daddy proud? Were you two having a good laugh at Melissa’s expense?! She’s a human being!”
Tensing up, Annabelle closed her eyes. On one hand she wasn’t about to talk back to a mother who is worried about their daughter. Mrs. Pierce needed to vent, fine, that’s her right. She didn’t want to piss her off even more. The other half of her wanted Mrs. Pierce to shut up. Why couldn’t she understand what happened in the ring was an accident? Finally the elevator door opens. Annabele takes one step inside. Suddenly she was yanked out of the elevator by Mrs. Pierce. Melissa’s mother spun her around, no telling what Mrs. Pierce was going to do this time. Annabelle wasn’t about to find out. She wrapped her hand around the thick throat of Mrs. Pierce ramming her up against the opposite wall. Anger didn’t fill the eyes of Mrs. Pierce... fear took over, all the anger buried looking into the now soulless eyes of Annabelle Burchard. She had enough control over herself not to squeeze the life out of Mrs. Pierce, doubting she would have gotten the chance to escalate the conflict further, whoever was on the elevator quickly intervened to break up the fight.
Annabelle didn’t stick around long enough to get chastised. Seeing a door with an Exit sign above it, she bolted into the hallway. Ran down a few flights of steps. She was grateful no one bothered to follow her. Sitting down on the steps she slapped herself twice. Annabelle had never lost it like that before outside the ring. Normally she was capable of curbing her impulses. Not today. She dug into her pocket looking for the pamphlet to St Dominic Monastery.
In that moment she knew what decision she needed to make--
--
A couple days have passed. She nervously told her mother what she intended to do, to her delight her mom was supportive. Annabelle didn’t escape the typical mom questions like “are you sure you want to do this;” all and all, Mrs Burchard gave her daughter her blessing. She had one last person to speak to. Her father. She went back to the prison with the intention of informing him of her major life altering decision.
“YOU CAN’T BE SERIOUS!” Tavis Burchard screamed as he pounded the glass separating them.
Annabelle didn’t flinch. She was used to his violent outburst by now. “I don’t trust myself anymore, daddy. I could have seriously hurt Mrs. Pierce.”
Tavis rolls his eyes. “We don’t show mercy in this family, sweet pea. You should have bashed her skull in.”
“I wanted to.” Annabelle sighs. “Mrs. Pierce didn’t deserve my wrath, she has every right to be mad about the state her daughter is in. All my fault. I don’t deserve to be a member of society anymore, once I isolate myself away from the general public, God will forgive me for all the wrong I’ve done. Society will be a lot better off with one less psycho on the street.”
“All you are doing is running from who you really are.” Tavis insisted.
Annabelle tilts her head to the side. “Who am I, Daddy?”
Tavis coily smiles. He places his hand on the glass. “My beautiful monster, sweet pea. The day you were born I knew you were my greatest accomplishment. I beamed with glee knowing there would be a little me to pass on my legacy. So far you have done a great job showing people what it means to be a Bruchard. Your mother has to stop planting these silly ideas in your head about joining a monastery, that is not the answer sweet pea, there is no escaping who we are.”
Unable to look at her dad trying to make his case, Annabelle lowered her head. He continues, “Search your heart. You know what I am saying is true, the whole truth and nothing but. Get these silly thoughts out of your head. Sleep on it. You were born to follow in my footsteps. Embrace your destiny.”
Taking a deep breath, Annabelle found the strength to look her father into his cold emotional eyes. “I’m going to miss you, Daddy. Sorry, this is the way it has to be. I wish you well...”
With Tavis' hand still on the glass, Annabelle presses her hand to where his is. She focused on his hand knowing the expression on his face was going to be one that broke her if she had the courage to look directly at him. She hung up the phone, turned around, walked away. He banged the glass once more trying to get her attention, it was too late. She resolved on that day this was the last time she would see her dad. A life of isolation from the general public awaits.
Time to start a new life.