Post by Priscilla Kelly on Jun 29, 2020 13:23:14 GMT -5
In his dark, poster filled bedroom, a young Lucas sprawls across a gigantic double bed, far bigger than is necessary for such a small young boy as himself. Bags are under his eyes, as he rather morosely watches the match on the screen, an old RPW match featuring Howell Saxon, going up against an opponent named Jeremy Stevens. A brightly knock rings on the door, before Priscilla's PA, Maeve Shiliko, moves into the room with a small smile.
Maeve
Lucas, you doing alright buddy? Thought I'd check on you.
Lucas
Yep. Just umm- watching more Howell Saxon matches.
Maeve nods as she gazes over at the television, watching the two men on the screen fly through a table. She grimaces, forgetting just how violent wrestling could be.
Maeve
Oh wow. So is he your favourite?
Lucas
Except Priscilla, yeah.
Maeve
Course.
She notices Lucas looks a bit worse for wear, emotionally, and so sits down on the bed next to him before giving him a comforting gaze.
Maeve
You okay? Want me to get you anything?
Lucas
I'm good, I'm fine. I just- well…
Lucas turns white, and Maeve watches his lip tremble in the instant before he bursts into tears. She hugs him quickly as he presses his face into her shoulder, trying to quell his crying as quickly as he can.
Lucas
I don't know what's going on. Everything feels so different. I just wish I had mama.
Maeve
I know… I'm sorry. I'm sorry Lucas. There there.
Lucas
The world just isn't fair… why does it have to do things like take my mama away. And Auntie Priscilla's. It's just cruel.
The pair look up at the screen as Jeremy Stevens drops, whacked in the face by one of Howell Saxon's shin kicks, before he picks up the 3.
Maeve
Hey look, the guy who you like won!
Lucas
I know, I've seen this before. It happened 3 years ago.
Maeve
Oh… oh okay.
The video ends, bringing up the YouTube auto-play feature, and suddenly, a very intriguing video pops up that makes both members of the room sit up and eyeball the screen.
'14 YEAR OLD PRISCILLA KELLY LOOKS FOR HUSBAND AT HER HALLOWEEN PARTY! Gypsy Brides US'
Both are in stunned silence as they look up at the screen, and without really thinking much about it, Lucas clicks on the video link. In that same instant, Priscilla Kelly herself wanders over to the opened door, ready to greet the young Lucas as Maeve did previously, but falls into silent shock as she sees what starts playing on the screen.
She gets ready to object, but stops herself, slinking back against the doorframe out of view of Lucas and Maeve, watching the video along with them, a curious but pained look on her face.
The video ends. Stunned silence befalls the room, as Priscilla breaths heavily to herself. She scrunches up her face and holds it in her hands, both in embarassment and pain, as she slinks slightly more out of the room. Lucas turns to Maeve, his eyebrows raised.
Lucas
That was Auntie Priscilla?
Maeve
Ummm… yeah. Yeah it, seems so.
Lucas
But- that... what? How? Priscilla told me that her mum died of cancer when she was little, and she was raised by her step-mama!
Priscilla Kelly
Uuh! Yeah! No!
The pair turn to see Priscilla stood there in the room behind them, eyes wide and searching for a response to the surprised and confused Lucas. She could see the thoughts swimming around in his head every millisecond that went by.
Priscilla Kelly
That was my step-mother, the documentary guys fucked it up and said she was my mum. We all got real mad about it.
Priscilla nods at Lucas, who ponders on the answer and seems to accept it quickly. Maeve furrows her brow.
Lucas
That was you? In the video? It didn't seem like you, I thought you always wanted to wrestle…
Priscilla Kelly
I did! I was just pretending! It was all an act so I could just, get out of there as soon as their back was turned. Me and that Jimmy dude? We didn't last a day!
Lucas nods, turning back to the screen, looking impressed. Priscilla smiles awkwardly, as she makes eye contact with Maeve, before quickly looking away.
Priscilla Kelly
Anyway, just thought I'd check in. Quit watching stuff of me, I bought you literally all the streaming services find something on that. Watch Howell's show or something. Let me know if you need any food.
Lucas
Okay Auntie Pris, will do.
Priscilla smiles as she quickly moves back out of the room, as Maeve quickly follows her, shutting the door to Lucas' room behind her. Lucas watches them go, then gulps as he rewinds the video, back to the 14 year old, scantily clad Priscilla dancing. His eyes light up, and his tummy fills with butterflies.
Lucas
Woah.
Priscilla meanwhile moves down the hallway, Maeve hurrying to catch up with her.
Maeve
Umm- Priscilla.
Priscilla Kelly
Yes Maeve.
Maeve
So that was your old family?
Priscilla Kelly
Yep.
Maeve
And that was your step-mum?
Priscilla Kelly
Uuuh yeah.
Maeve
Was it? Really? Because if you lied to Lucas, Priscilla, that's unfair!
Priscilla stops in her tracks and turns to Maeve.
Priscilla Kelly
Oh is it?
Maeve
Yes! Obviously! You told him your mum died of cancer! Did she?
Priscilla Kelly
No.
Maeve
Then why would you tell him that she did!? So that was just your real mum in the video? Not your step mum?
Priscilla Kelly
Yes Maeve, that was my real mum.
Maeve
What the fuck!? If you didn't have a sad backstory you can't just make one up Priscilla!
Priscilla Kelly
I'm sorry what? Maeve did you just watch that video?
Maeve
Okay yeah sorry I didn't mean-
Priscilla Kelly
I fucking wish I had a mum who died of cancer when I was young Maeve, if it meant that any fucking point in my life I had a mum who supported me! You know how much I would give for that bullshit backstory I told Lucas? To have felt love ever? At any point in my fucking life!? But no, my mum sucked from the beginning to the fucking end. No wonderful caring mum replaced by an evil Disney step-mother, just two fucked up biological parents who designed my entire life from the beginning to turn me into a play thing for a man. Forced me into my role, as nothing but a stay at home bitch for Jimmy fucking Smith, who could hit me and fuck me whenever he wanted, whether or not I fucking wanted. That just didn't matter fucking nothing to anyone, especially my own mum.
Priscilla storms out of the house into the grounds, Maeve following close behind.
Priscilla Kelly
I wish I was telling the truth to Lucas. I fucking wish the way I was acting in the video was just that, an act. I wish that the whole time I was just pretending until I thought I could escape, ready to leave a letter and hit the road and become a wrestler. But the worst part about it is how much my mum made me think that was right for me. Made me think I should be nothing. That the surface level enjoyment of Jimmy Smith was more important than anything I ever wanted to be. And then Maeve, finally, one night, I came home from Jimmy's beaten, and bloody, and sullied, and begging my mum to free me from him, telling her what he'd done to me, hoping she'd see her crying, traumatised daughter and finally give me the love I just always needed… but instead, she just asked me if what I'd said he'd done meant I was no longer a virgin. And when I told her that, no, I wasn't, she didn't even care that it was against my own wishes. She started screaming at me, calling me a slut. A whore. Saying that she couldn't look me in the eyes. And soon enough she told everyone we knew, and that's all I was from then. Even Jimmy had enough with me from there, saying he could no longer date someone who was such a skank… when it was him who FUCKING DID IT TO ME!!! But no one! FUCKING no one turned on Jimmy! Somehow, it was me! I was FOURTEEN Maeve!!! FUCKING FOURTEEN!!!
Maeve looks stunned. Speechless.
Priscilla Kelly
But y'know what!? As fucked up as it seems, THAT was the day my life actually changed for the better. Because that's when I realised just how fucked the whole thing was. That's when I ran away, without my dignity, without a plan, I just ran. And I got found, by S2, and Ron, and wrestling. And finally I had the love that I was always wanted, and it's because for the first time fucking ever, I did something for me. I took the leap, and went against what I'd been told to do by everyone else in my life. I went against what I'd been told I should have to do for the satisfaction of others that only care about themselves and their own fucking fix. And look at me fucking now Maeve. Look what has happened to me since I started living that way. Look at this shit!
Priscilla points behind her at the huge mansion and grounds around her, littered with guards. Her wide angry eyes rest on her accomplishments, but sadly do not look satisfied. Her eyes fall upon her decapitated statue, and a great rage bubbles within her.
Priscilla Kelly
And that mother fucker. That ignorant piece of shit Max Ironside. He has the gaul to call me a lousy cheat, spoiled, to call me Veruca Salt. VERUCA FUCKING SALT!?!? I worked for this! All of this! I worked for this against the rules set for me by society, by those fuckers who just want you to conform to what's best for them! Who want you to live your life to their satisfaction! Fuckers like Jimmy Smith! Like my mum! Like Bret fucking Hart! Max wants to keep saying I didn't earn what I've got. Like it's just been plain sailing? He talks like he's the only person who's had a rough climb to the top. Yeah, we all see that shrivelled up hand of yours Maxi-Pad, you act like it's the only problem faced by anyone in the AWF! Maybe if he stopped feeling fucking sorry for himself, and blaming other people for his losses, he'd actually have success. But he's too busy acting like me when I was fucking fourteen, too busy lost in appeasing the Jimmy fucking Smiths! Too busy playing by the rules to impress others, instead of playing by his own to win the fucking prize! It's why he's never seen success like what I have! It's why he doesn't hold this fucking championship! Beating you against the rules is still beating you Maxi-Pad, you have the exact same options to put your feet on the ropes as I do, you just don't take it because you're complacent, and weak. You're happy with little victories like decapitating my statue… yeah well I have the fucking statue to decapitate! I have the party to crash! I have the championship to lose!
She angrily wanders over the porch and grabs a baseball bat leaning against the wall.
Priscilla Kelly
I don't cheat because I need to. I do it because I can. Because I should. Because I want to. Because the only people telling me not to have Albert interfere, or put my feet on the ropes, or manipulate referees, are the people at the fucking bottom. And they're the people who will stay at the fucking bottom. You see, we've climbed the same ladder Max, right from the bottom, but I'm just a better fucking climber than you are! I wasn't given any head starts! I'm not Veruca Salt! I'm Willy fucking Wonka! I OWN THE WHOLE FUCKING FACTORY!!!
Priscilla swings the baseball bat at the knee of her statue over and over aggressively, bending the knee in on itself until it's pointing out in the total opposite direction. Pleased with her handy work at now having mutilated her statue's knee, she tosses the bat across the garden and just breathes heavily to herself. Maeve stands awkwardly, looking down at her hands, before gulping.
Maeve
I'm sorry Priscilla. I didn't mean to say you haven't lived a hard life. That was… wrong.
Priscilla Kelly
It's okay... Maeve, listen. Lucas reminds me of my little brother. And I loved my little brother, more than anything else, and no one cared about him like I did. I don't get to see him anymore, my mum wouldn't ever let me back even for a visit. So he's gone from my life. She's probably turned him into something awful by now… he's probably another Jimmy Smith. But Lucas isn't. And Lucas never will be.
She looks up at Maeve. A coldness in her eyes now.
Priscilla Kelly
I really like you Maeve, I do, but if you tell Lucas the truth...
Maeve
I won't.
Priscilla Kelly
Maeve, if you tell him the truth... I'll kill you.
THE END