Post by Larissa Darling on May 25, 2012 3:31:25 GMT
Blinking once, twice, thrice, Larissa Owens stood and stared at her own reflection, her reddish brown hair just barely caressing the end of her neck as she began to contemplate her own purpose. She had never been the shining the example of perfection, her desires and dreams held back by the universe's need to constantly feed her the red-ribbon; the first-loser of any competitive endeavor she cherished. Anything she sought for ended in the utmost of failure, to always see the holy grail but never have the abilities to taste it, Larissa had always been told she was good, but never accomplished the accolades to be told something greater. It as if the cosmos had only given her the abilities to chase gold but not hold it, thereby becoming the living embodiment of a donkey eying the dangling carrot.
But was the carrot worth it? Larissa had often questioned her newly found desire to be the absolute best, and the last two years of self-isolation to try and achieve that singular goal had been nothing short of arduous. She worked, she worked, and she worked. While before she was never the perfectionist, it was through her training that her values and ideals shifted. It wasn't just enough to apply a simple headlock anymore, she needed to add more, perform little, slightly noticeable altercations to make the move her own, to make the move unforgettable. Was that she truly desired? To be unforgettable? Pursing her lips, Larissa began to imagine herself as an entity bigger than her own mortality. To be remembered. A championship was a tool to achieve it, but she had to be more than just a name in a record book. She had to be more than the disaster she was two years ago.
"'Larissa Owens' dies the moment I step on that airplane."
The memory of her first wrestling match still lingered, and it absolutely angered her. Every botched spot, every sloppy strike, every intricate movement was an embarrassment. She had half-assed her development, thinking that the fans would just automatically accept her because of her famous sister. Correctly performing a suplex? Are you crazy? She's Tabitha Owens sister! Who needs to try? Who needs to put in the extra effort? Larissa Owens was never going to be the best anyway, she just wanted the praise, to become the news. She never expected the hate, and even more-so, she never expected to be fueled by it. Looking away from the mirror, Larissa dressed in business attire, began to make her way out of the restroom. Madison, otherwise known "Miss Red Carpet Royalty" had pulled some strings and managed to get Larissa Owens a contract offer with Innovation Wrestling.
Larissa didn't linger into what those strings were, but with previous nicknames as the "L.A. Home-Wrecker" and "All Class and Ass," she never really dove into the personal affairs of quite possibly her closest friend. They had first became acquainted when Larissa first enrolled herself at a Canadian wrestling school. They had started off completely on opposite sides of the personality spectrum, Larissa instantly turned off by how Madison carried herself, but the more they were forced to work with one another, and occasionally team together, Larissa began to find a new respect for her. Their friendship cementing itself as their similarities began to outweigh their differences. They both found the need to be better than they really were, and they both were attracted to the idea of holding something meaningful. A year ago, Madison found opportunity in I:W, and had invited Larissa to come along with her. She however, refused, feeling her own skill wasn't at a pristine level yet. Madison had always been eye-candy to the audience, she had the security of her good looks to help get her over. Larissa never held that luxury, feeling only her abilities would ever provide her a chance.
A flurry of people each immersed within their own worlds all scurried about the airport as Larissa zig and zagged herself towards the airline terminal. All she needed to do is dot a few "i's" and her venture back into the public eye would be official. Just the idea of wrestling without her mask, without the persona of the "American Darling" was comforting. She never found it comfortable, but felt the mask's irritation was just part of her own self-instated punishment. Once she felt herself worthy, once she felt she was ready, only then would she had finally free herself from it. Clenching her fists, not just feeling but also knowing that her abilities had surpassed her own expectations, Larissa Owens had a brand new test in front of her. She had spent the last two years of her life preparing herself for this. Now she was going to test her newly found ability and become the athlete that people would compare themselves too.
"I will become that pedestal. I will not longer be compared to greatness, instead, I will become it."
Handing over her ticket, a smile of confidence present on her face, Larissa headed down the last hallway where she would ever be known as "Larissa Owens." Instead, now Larissa "The Internet" Darling embarked on her debut arrival to Innovation Wrestling Headquarters, her one desire centered around the idea of being greater than the best.
But was the carrot worth it? Larissa had often questioned her newly found desire to be the absolute best, and the last two years of self-isolation to try and achieve that singular goal had been nothing short of arduous. She worked, she worked, and she worked. While before she was never the perfectionist, it was through her training that her values and ideals shifted. It wasn't just enough to apply a simple headlock anymore, she needed to add more, perform little, slightly noticeable altercations to make the move her own, to make the move unforgettable. Was that she truly desired? To be unforgettable? Pursing her lips, Larissa began to imagine herself as an entity bigger than her own mortality. To be remembered. A championship was a tool to achieve it, but she had to be more than just a name in a record book. She had to be more than the disaster she was two years ago.
"'Larissa Owens' dies the moment I step on that airplane."
The memory of her first wrestling match still lingered, and it absolutely angered her. Every botched spot, every sloppy strike, every intricate movement was an embarrassment. She had half-assed her development, thinking that the fans would just automatically accept her because of her famous sister. Correctly performing a suplex? Are you crazy? She's Tabitha Owens sister! Who needs to try? Who needs to put in the extra effort? Larissa Owens was never going to be the best anyway, she just wanted the praise, to become the news. She never expected the hate, and even more-so, she never expected to be fueled by it. Looking away from the mirror, Larissa dressed in business attire, began to make her way out of the restroom. Madison, otherwise known "Miss Red Carpet Royalty" had pulled some strings and managed to get Larissa Owens a contract offer with Innovation Wrestling.
Larissa didn't linger into what those strings were, but with previous nicknames as the "L.A. Home-Wrecker" and "All Class and Ass," she never really dove into the personal affairs of quite possibly her closest friend. They had first became acquainted when Larissa first enrolled herself at a Canadian wrestling school. They had started off completely on opposite sides of the personality spectrum, Larissa instantly turned off by how Madison carried herself, but the more they were forced to work with one another, and occasionally team together, Larissa began to find a new respect for her. Their friendship cementing itself as their similarities began to outweigh their differences. They both found the need to be better than they really were, and they both were attracted to the idea of holding something meaningful. A year ago, Madison found opportunity in I:W, and had invited Larissa to come along with her. She however, refused, feeling her own skill wasn't at a pristine level yet. Madison had always been eye-candy to the audience, she had the security of her good looks to help get her over. Larissa never held that luxury, feeling only her abilities would ever provide her a chance.
A flurry of people each immersed within their own worlds all scurried about the airport as Larissa zig and zagged herself towards the airline terminal. All she needed to do is dot a few "i's" and her venture back into the public eye would be official. Just the idea of wrestling without her mask, without the persona of the "American Darling" was comforting. She never found it comfortable, but felt the mask's irritation was just part of her own self-instated punishment. Once she felt herself worthy, once she felt she was ready, only then would she had finally free herself from it. Clenching her fists, not just feeling but also knowing that her abilities had surpassed her own expectations, Larissa Owens had a brand new test in front of her. She had spent the last two years of her life preparing herself for this. Now she was going to test her newly found ability and become the athlete that people would compare themselves too.
"I will become that pedestal. I will not longer be compared to greatness, instead, I will become it."
Handing over her ticket, a smile of confidence present on her face, Larissa headed down the last hallway where she would ever be known as "Larissa Owens." Instead, now Larissa "The Internet" Darling embarked on her debut arrival to Innovation Wrestling Headquarters, her one desire centered around the idea of being greater than the best.