Post by Allaina Cross on Jan 2, 2009 16:10:31 GMT -5
Allaina spent most of this lovely Friday afternoon outside her brand new home in Salt Lake City, Utah. It was nothing special, just somewhere to live until she made it big in wrestling and the real money came in. Allaina appreciates everything she has in this life but even she wouldn’t mind living in one of those big mansions you see on MTV. You know, those shows that show off how rich celebrities have rich houses?
The camera orbited her new house until it reaches the backyard, where we find Allaina based in the middle of the grassy yard. As the camera closes in we see that she’s working on a painting. Right now it’s just a few spots of paint, but once it’s finished it’ll be a masterpiece. If Allaina loved anything more then her religion, it was her marvelous painting ability. She’s done many beautiful works since she was 8 but none have ever sold for more then $100.
She’s bare foot, has on a nice loose legged pair of white pants with a matching white button up t-shirt. Her lovely blond hair’s blowing along with the breeze. Naturally beautiful, she strokes the paintbrush one last time before finishing up.
While she painted, she liked to think about things. Not just important things, but the little things as well. She had watched Jake Hunters’ promo video online right after she woke up earlier and she couldn’t help but notice he had little to say about her. It reminded her of school, right around that time boys are just finding their feelings for girls, when they can’t really talk to the girls. It didn’t bother her - just it was kinda odd for someone his age to behave in that manner.
Maybe that wasn’t the case at all. Maybe he doesn’t like girls. Maybe he just didn’t have anything else to say. It could have been anything, but nevertheless Allaina had the thought of him being afraid to talk to her in her head most of the day. Strangely, it made her feel good. Not in the way you probably think, but still good. It made her feel stronger.
Allaina put away the paint and gave the wind a slight sigh. Her eyes looked up to the sky and she gave the beautiful blue and white mixture one last glance. Afterwards she turned and spotted the camera. She gave a surprised look at first, and then a small smile.
“Oh, salutations! I had wondered if you got my new address or not!”
Her blue eyes mesmerized, like the waves on the shore. The wind tugged against her loose clothes.
“Now I got your guys e-mail, the one about how my agent went to sleep while watching my last video, and I have to say that wasn’t very nice. Just because I want to achieve more then your typical female wrestler does not make me boring. So what? I don’t blast on my opponent every video about the same thing or show off my body in front, I’m boring? Pssh.”
Allaina waved off that notion with a look of disgust and lack of understanding. She would never understand why women work for wrestling companies just to show of their bodies. Surely they could do something better, or at least try and work toward a future.. Slightly better.
“I’m far from boring, okay? I’m funny.”
She shifted her eyes at that one. Allaina, bless her heart, isn’t really the laugh of the parties.
“And, um, I’m unique. That’s right. I might not have any witty little catchphrases or anything, and no you won’t see me in my underwear like most divas, but I will always leave you with a experience.”
She gave the camera man a smile, almost as if she’s taking her anger out on him.”
“So I guess my agent must have just woke up on the wrong side of the bed, or as Jake Hunter’s explanation for everything, he was high on weed.”
A little smile. Then a giggle.
“Now I admit I might have.. Went a little overboard with the praise my last video. It’s just sometimes.. Sometimes I feel him and just can’t get the greatness of Jesus out of my head. I’m, as Jake would say, high on him and wondrous feeling I get under his light.”
Allaina took a seat on one of the swing on her porch. She sat on her legs and leaned back in the corner of the swing, showing off her eyes to the camera.
“Now that’s out of the way, I can move on to something important. My match at Sacrifice. You can call me boring, and you can call me bland, but at least I said something. The same can’t be said about most of the other participates in this Sunday’s battle royal. And the ones that have spoken up have had basically nonsense to say.”
She’s talking about you, Goodnight.
“Criticize what I talk about all you want, but appreciate that I even bother. I could be like them and leave you guys with nothing. Keep to myself all week, do the match, and repeat next week. But of course I like speaking to all my caring fans, and to make sure my opponents always have the lord in mind.”
A pause, with a little grin.
“Speaking of which, I have a proposal for my opponents. I realize a lot of you probably have nothing to do before the show Sunday expect pace around backstage and pretend your being ‘professional,’ so I ask that you all join me for church services.”
Another pause, as if she’s awaiting the gasp of a surprising audience. Your suppose to be against your opponents right? Not asking them to accompany you to church.
“I’ve already had the address sent to each of you, and expect all of you to come. This is your chance to realize what I have been talking about. Its your chance to stand in the light I’ve been standing in, and possibly bringing the same energy I’ll have into our match later that day.”
Allaina didn’t really expect anyone to go. She hoped for them to come, but she knew they’d be preoccupied in other things. Hopefully one of them would surprise her.
“I doubt you’ll hear from me again until our match, as I plan on spending the rest of the week exercising and getting ready. Until then I hope to hear from some of you. God bless!”
Allaina left us with a smile and little wave. The camera slowly faded away afterwards.