I am your entertainer; your player; your thespian; your barnstormer. But what am I to you really? A novelty, perhaps? A passing fancy? What will you think of me next week? Next month? Next year? Will you even remember me? Will someone mention “Gwenivere Jordan”, and you’ll simply reply that you don’t know who that is? I won’t let you forget. Oh no, darlings, it does not work that way. I refuse to let you forget me.
So, you may ask, what have I accomplished to have you never forget me? I could go on. National Champion. Wow, hold me back. I’ve joined a stable with four Superstars. I’ve managed to make everyone hate me with a few beat-downs of Nikita and my alliance with Reno Frost. Your hatred is turned on so easily for someone you don’t even know. Really, do you know me at all? You know my sadism, my attitude in the ring and perhaps even my personality around my friends, perhaps you even know a little about the real me from those false biographies that have been posted on-line, or perhaps you even spent the time to translate my French biography. Doubtful.
… but do you know the real me?
“Hell is gone and heaven's here
There's nothing left for you to fear
Shake your arse come over here
Now scream
I'm a burning effigy
Of everything I used to be
You're my rock of empathy, my dear…”
Gwenivere rubbed her temples softly as she closed the laptop. She went for her pack of cigarettes: finding none. She cursed beneath her breath as she pushed herself onto her feet and drew on her ankle-length duster. Her drive to the convenience store was rather long, for she had no fucking clue where she was going. Eventually, she found one of the stores and pulled off to the side of the road, locking her car and turning on the alarm. She went inside, bought her smokes with little conversation with the man behind the counter. He tried to get Gwen to look up at the camera, or sign his pack of cigarettes, but she wasn’t paying much attention to him. She just walked out of the store and got into her car. She sat there in silence for a while, lighting a cigarette with the dashboard lighter.
“So come on let me entertain you
Let me entertain you…”
It was about a twenty minute drive before she arrived at Detroit’s movie theatre that was closest to her hotel. Gwen parked the car and got out. She pulled on a pair of sunglasses and hunched her shoulders into her duster. She bought a ticket for Gothika, as well as a bag of popcorn and bottle of water. She was late for the show, but it was only the movie trailers of upcoming features. She sat down in about the middle of the theatre, stretching out her legs to drape them over the seat in front of her, which was, fortunately vacant.
You know you’re sad when… you go to a movie theatre by yourself…
She popped back a few of the overly salty and buttery popcorn kernels. No wonder they charged immense amounts of money for drinks. She licked the remains of the fluffy popcorn from her fingers as the movie began.
“Life's too short for you to die
So grab yourself an alibi
Heaven knows your mother lied
Mon cher
Separate your right from wrongs
Come and sing a different song
The kettle's on so don't be long
Mon cher…”
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“What a piece of--” She mumbled to herself about the movie, as she walked out of the theatre, trashing her popcorn bag and drink. She pulled off her sunglasses briefly to rub her temples before being forced to turn around. She faced a rather tall and broad-shouldered man who looked like he could easily take Gwen out. He had a sort of… gothic/vampire motif going. And he looked rather pissed off. “What do you say?” He growled, glaring down at her with his false black orbs. Gwenivere raised her eyebrow slowly, gazing up at him. He had about half a foot on her, and much more weight. She crossed her arms over her chest, tilting her head defiantly upwards and to the side.
“ So come on let me entertain you
Let me entertain you…”
“I said… that you are probably one of the ugliest, putrescent, scum-sucking, bottom-feeding pieces of an abominable mother fuckers on the face of the planet.” She said in a rather monotonous voice. His entire whitened complexion changed, those black contacts glowing with anger. “You bitch…” He growled down at her as his hand snapped upwards to grab her hair. He may have been large, but he was slow.
“Look me up in the yellow pages
I will be your rock of ages
Your see through fads and your crazy phrases yeah
Little Bo Peep has lost his sheep
He popped a bill and fell asleep
The dew is wet but the grass is sweet, my dear
Your mind gets burned with the habits you've learned
But we're the generation that's got to be heard
You're tired of your teachers and your school's a drag
You're not going to end up like your mum and dad…”
Gwen ducked down, before scooting around behind him and giving him a swift knee to the kidneys. He winced and stumbled forward, but not hitting the ground. Gwenivere quickly looked around before running towards the snack counter. She jumped up and pushed herself off it. She rebounded, flying back at the man, grabbing him around the neck and performing… well… a mid-air, tornado suplex that brought the man down to his knees. She flipped herself onto her feet before giving the man a rapid kick the ribs. She smirked as she heard a few of his ribs break with a satisfying CRACK.
“So come on let me entertain you
Let me entertain you
Let me entertain you
He may be good he may be outta sight
But he can't be here so come around tonight
Here is the place where the feeling grows
You gotta get high before you taste the lows…”
“Bitch, huh? Fucker!” She growled, kicking him once again in the stomach. It took nearly three of the snack bar attendants, as well as the man’s girlfriend to hold Gwen back from kicking even more of the living daylights out of the man that was curled up on the floor in foetal position. He was cursing breathily, every so often he spat up blood in a small pool on the floor by his mouth.
“ So come on
Let me entertain you
Let me entertain you
So come on let me entertain me
Let me entertain you
Come on come on come on come on…”
I was blind… I didn’t see the blue and red flashing lights, or feel the metal curling around my wrists. All I could do was stare down at that man that was curled up on the floor, watching the blood ooze from his lips. It made me giggle on the inside.
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