Autumn let out a sigh, tossing her hair over her shoulder, hands clenching and unclenching at her sides as she struggled to keep herself under control. She was still trying to process what the boss's little liason was trying to tell her. She still didn't understand why.
"You have got to be joking me. Tell me you're fucking joking. Please."
The man gulped, backing up a couple of steps, suddenly in fear of what she would do if he stood any closer to her.
"I-I'm not, Autumn. I was only told to deliver the message to you. So you c-could prepare for your next match."
Autumn growled slightly, wanting to punch this guy in the face. Of all the people to throw her together with, it had to be HIM. She was trying to tear herself away from the shit stain that was the existance of that man. It seems that her boss, and fate, had other ideas.
"Why in the holy hell am I being paired with that assclown Silas? I'm trying to better myself, trying to bring myself up here and make a living. But no. Whatever good shit they were on decided to insert the bright idea that throwing us together again was the best idea ever. Let's kick Autumn even further down the hall, right back to where she started. Oh great, just where I want to be."
There was a pause, before Autumn grabbed a random chair sitting nearby and hurled it down the hallway, causing a few crew members to cry out in surprise at the chair coming in their direction. She panted, eyes wild with anger and disgust, not caring who just saw what she did. Hell, if she hit any of the stars back here, she didn't care. This was just not turning out to be her day.
"No! This isn't where I want to be! Stuck in another god-forsaken town, twiddling my thumbs, wondering what in the hell I gotta do to get ahead here. Also wondering what the hell I gotta do to tear myself, my whole being away from the tale of Silas Artorias and his one man band. Because no one can seem to seperate us to save their soul. Fuck!" A pause. "Get the hell out of my sight man before I toss you down the hallway with that chair."
Autumn barely blinked an eye, not giving a second glance to the man who gulped and turned on his heels, running in the other direction to avoid the burning wrath that she was currently radiating at the moment. She was still in her gear, and still frustrated from her match. Now she just wanted to get the hell out of here and go home.
"Fuck I hate my life right about now."
Another shift in the scene.
Autumn is sitting on the hood of her car that's parked a few feet away from a lake. It's nighttime and the only company she has out here is the insects and the other random assortment of noises that she can pick up. Sitting in a loose pile besides her is the last of The Coalition's merchendise that she found inside of her own home, and from vendors that were just going to throw them out. Why keep trash that never should have been.
She lightly shook the box of matches, giggling at the rattling sound they made.
"I could care less about this match to be honest."
She pulled a match out of the box and struck it against the box, watching the flame for a few seconds before blowing it out. She tosses the pile of stuff on the ground, taking the bottle of lighter fluid and shaking it over the pile, then striking another match and tossing it onto the pile. Her eyes widened as flames shot up, slowly consuming everything.
"I have no interest in being in a tag team with Silas, or even in the same ring with him. Why this is even a thing is beyond my comprehension honestly. The more I try and seperate myself from him and his stink, the more people want to shove us together like we're some happy sparkly couple on the cover of some stupid magazine. Get a life people, damn."
Autumn shook her head slightly.
"I don't give a damn about Silas. At all. Not one cent. And yet all of you laugh and point, putting us in the same sentence, telling me why I haven't gotten away from him and I'm better than this, than all of it...blah blah blah. I've been fucking trying, damn! Ain't my fault that the higher ups don't know their ass from a hole in the ground. If you haven't been paying attention, The Coalition is done, gone like the wind, never to be seen or heard from again. I'm fucking happy that it is."
"Silas thinks that by bad mouthing me and tearing me up at whatever opportunity he can get when my name is even mentioned to him, he'll distance himself from me even more or wind me up enough so that I'll sock him a good one and get myself in trouble. I don't even know what the hell is in his head anymore. Have you even watched him lately? He talks to that 'other' person that lives in his pea sized brain, the one that runs the wheels on his head. He ain't stable, and he sure as hell doesn't know how to play nice. That's obviously clear."
"I don't care about him, really. For all intensive purposes, Silas can rot in hell out there in that ring and you four disturbing individuals can hop on your horses, tie ropes to his limbs and rip him to shreds. He doesn't deserve any of this match. All he needs to see is me walking out on him as he tries to make a tag. I want him to watch me walk away. Better, stronger, better than his games and willing to make the change to be someone.
So have at it, cause I don't give a damn about Silas Artorias anymore. He's all yours."
Autumn leans back on the hood of her car, relaxing and letting things burn...
"The concession stands are now selling those cheap hotel room round soap disks that I have personally blessed for $100’s a bar….AND SINNERS….I suggest you buy one, and use it, because if you think your God wants you in his heaven smelling like a 3am New York City uber ride you got another thing coming."