Dear Mack&Liz... (The Dawn Of A New Horizon)

[THE Mac Bry v2]

OOC: The following was meant to be my only RP in Uncensored. I was banned before I was able to post, as everyone already knew my past. But I'm no longer living in the past...I'm ready to begin anew. If any of those I 'invited' to this piece read this... I hope you enjoy it. And make the most of life. And, most importantly...have a Beautiful Day. ^_^ <3 [p.s.:for her. if u read this...i'm ready. let's rawk, princess. <# 'ours' ~HJQ]


Title: Through The Looking Glass, I See a Shade of Vi.
Small, from Coast To Coast. I See It In Their Eyes.





~ T ~

2013. Full Throttle. I knew it was the beginning-- The true beginning of my career. I stood beside my brothers, Kevin. Bing. ...Axl. Axl VanHalen, the man that saved me from ending it all. Years ago, I lay upon the floor, in a pool of my own, self-drawn blood, as I grasped the blade between my fingertips. Simply thinking about it now makes my stomach churn, my fingers grow numb, and I turn away from the vision. I walk down the hall.

I stand before the window into late last year, the four of us 'invading' FTW. But the only thing I can remember, for it was the only thing that truly stood out.....Was her. 'Lizzie McGuire', as I called her. She felt as if it was a dumb attempt at a taunt, the others felt it bordered on elementary school, playground-level teasing.

What they never realized? Is that I never meant for it to be. I didn't even mean for it to be a taunt in any form. I did hate her at first. I saw her, and immediately all the memories of those bubble-brained, ditzy 7th grade girls ran through my mind-- But then? I looked through the tapes. But more than that, I heard that self-involved radio host run her down, the so-called 'fans' run her down, and I couldn't stand it. Why? Because despite all of her faults, or perhaps even thanks much to them--


She reminded me of me.

Amy Drew. Frank Washington, I got on Twitter, at first? I joined in. Even NOW, I hop on, and I poke fun at her.


But that's the point. There's a difference between having fun, and being rude. There's a difference between "trolling", and being an outright, arrogant asshole. They label her. The labels could very well be marked upon their own reflections. I go on Twitter, I go from seeing her as the bully....to seeing her in my shoes. If I were speaking literally, I realize she wouldn't be caught dead in my shoes..... but metaphorically speaking? Same position. Years apart, different medium. Same feeling in my heart. I'm not a good person. I'm not 'nice', and I'm damned sure not 'normal'. But I'm also not a jerk for the sake of ruining other people's self-image. Because I know all too well how it feels.

When people like that, supposedly 'different', 'straying from the pack'... when they preach about how people should be more accepting, should let people be themselves, and be understanding....Then I see that? I see a pack of hyenas, not wolves. Vultures, not birds of prey. Scavengers. Not hunters, warriors, or fighters. I see that playground. She isn't the bully, she's the victim. I know, more than likely, this will be my one and only transmission into the Realm of Uncensored... I only hope she realizes she's always got someone to turn to.

I see that playground, then I see a pack of hyenas. Then? I see a Band of Hypocrites.

I think of one name.
Axl VanHalen Voorhees.


June 3rd, 2014. It was supposed to be our anniversary. The man that saved me from myself, the man that was there when my father was about to end me, the man that knocked the rat bastard to the ground, and whisked me away. The man that, when I was in a mental clinic for four years, he made DAMNED sure they didn't treat me with anything less than respect, and every ounce of dignity a patient deserves. The man that led "A Revolution" in the names of the beaten, the broken, the downtrodden and the damned.

The man I found in our bed, on our anniversary, with Slash's sister. Kev knew about it all along. He never cared for me, he always thought of me as 'psycho baggage', the gal he had to deal with because I was with his high school best friend. He hid the whole affair from me, so I could find out, first hand, on what was meant to be 'our day'. Not just Ax & I, but The Crue...

We were scheduled to return, bigger, brighter, and more focused than ever before. "The Pride of Brisbane" Brock Whitworth, "The Viral Villain" Aiden Marx, A Man Named Toast, and the five of us were set to form a collective. Our three biggest 'believers' and the three that inspired us to renew our drive... three men I still believe in. I feel as though I let them down, and one day, I plan to make up for it.

Ax used to be a leader. A real, bonafide visionary, with ideas, and beliefs, and goals. To change the business as well as the world itself. "A World Tour". To bring the passion back to the industry that got us through our darkest days, in our darkened youth. But he lost his way, he lost sight of what he believed in...

People on Twitter told us we were hypocrites?

They were right.

~ I ~

I took a step back, and I realized what we'd become. Nothing more than a parody of what we once were. A hollow shell of a past dream. Broken. My friend, Sarah Gordon.....She was more of a visionary than Axl at this point. So, I focused on her quest to bring Makayla Cooper back to her old self, to escape 'The Shade of Violet'. Snow blazed a trail into Ladies All-Star Wrestling, she was focused and driven. Then, she brought in myself and her girlfriend, "MuddaFukkin" Martha Faulken. My career seemed to be headed for a turning point....We attacked Violet upon our arrival in LAW.

A fatal mistake.

We helped awaken a beast far more vicious than 'Vi' had ever been, an entity she referred to as 'The Third'... I stand before this looking glass in my mind, and I see every mistake, every crossed bridge that burned behind me. LAW, Validation. An appropriate name. Sarah was defeated, for the second time, and soon after she took a leave of absence. I don't know if she'll ever return, but she's told me, in her own Southern-Fried words--

"If that ol' girl ain't in the cump'ny, if I cain't head down tah a LA-Dub arena an' KNOW I'm gunna be standin' in the same buildin' as one, Miss Makayla Cooper? If me an' her ain't ever gunna finish the bidness we started, then gat dammit I'm outta there quicker than Eric James at a Grateful Dead reunion concert!!"

Tifa 4:20 says, BAM, bitchez!! XD

I joke... but all kidding aside? Things have changed drastically. When I stepped into LAW, I'd BECOME a joke. I'd become a shell of my true self, nothing more than a cheap knock-off of "The Pretty Little Psycho". To be honest, I brought that assault on myself. Almost as if the real me was reaching through time, kicking myself in the ass and screaming 'WAKE THE FUCK UP'. Clearly, it wasn't a second-rate Violet dishing out the beating. It was the real deal, but more than that. It was an upgrade...Clearly, I had a lesson to learn. A message that needed to be sent my way. One I received, loud and clear.

The landscape has been altered, the hall of mirrors has lost sight of the rear-view, and the image in the reflection is set squarely upon the here and now. Whether some may believe that, or not. ...I sent in my application, I signed up for the battle royal, I'm sending in this promo. I know it's highly unlikely any of the aforementioned items will be accepted. I was told, over and over by one of the men in charge, that the answer was unequivocably 'NO!'

...My reputation clearly proceeds me, by leaps and bounds. However. I don't take 'no' easily. I fight. I stand up for what I believe in, even when those standing beside me show their true colors on the battleground and ditch me in the heat of war. And when I am passionate about a cause? I act upon it. I send this message in as a note to those who care. I do not need 'another fed', believe me. I have a 'home'. The XWF. If I simply wanted a 'fed', I would look no further.

I couldn't care less what the letters on the umbrella read. The reason I came here was for the people who stood below its cover. Disregard this message, if none of you feel this... whatever. I've slowly but surely learned, thanks in large part to the people I've met in this industry, not to depend on others for my happiness. I could no longer put my faith in "The Ax Man". People change, plans change, regardless of if people believe it or not, some of us get worse...Some of us? Some of us wake up.

~ F ~


"Tifa!! Darling, can you hear me? ...Wake up, my angel, please wake up..." I stood before her, calling out, my palm gently resting against her forehead, using every bit of strength within me to clear her mind of the pain and anguish. To center her inner demons, to do anything I could to awaken the little girl I hadn't been able to look in the eyes for some time. For what seemed like eons...."TIFA JO BONAPARTE, WAKE UP SLEEPY HEAD!!"

Her eyes opened with a start. I was taken aback at first, but a warm feeling quickly took hold, as I smiled, patting her tiny head... my six year old Tifa had FINALLY awaken from the slight concussion she had suffered from that...'man', I had naively given my hand to. Cursing my little girl with the injustice of calling him a 'father'. She had only been out for a couple of days...But when you truly care about someone, even a second without them can seem like an eternity. She shook her head, before looking into my eyes...

She didn't remember any of the trauma. Which, I suppose, was for the best.

"Mama!! Read me a story?"

I smiled...after everything she'd been through, as SOON as she woke up? All she could think of, the one thing on her mind, was a story. She was a fighter, no doubt about it. I knew, with this confidence, with pride, with focus and drive...One day, she would be ready, willing, and more than capable of taking on the world. Of being everything she wished to be, and to see each and every one of her dreams come to life. I nodded, more than happy to accomodate her wishes for tales of adventure and excitement....an escape from the troubles she faced in reality. "Hmmm...How about, 'King Voorhees and the Motley Roundtable?'"

She cried 'NO! Not that one, I'm tired of that one!' ....I smiled. Smart kid. "Okay... how about, 'Sarah Snowflake's Winter Wonderland'?" ....She pondered for a moment.

"I like that one...But..."

She reached out her tiny hand, grasping a book of her own free will.....one she'd been excited to read, and had anticipated sharing with me. I looked upon the cover, and my heart felt as if she was finally beginning to learn. To grow, and become the lady I knew she was meant to be.

"You're growing up, Tifa." I spoke, a proud smile resting upon my face...

"I am?! Not too quickly I hope! >< "

I giggled, and kissed her lightly upon the forehead. "Never. I have a feeling, you're a very unique little girl. The kind that never truly 'grows up'...Only older, wiser. But you will always have a heart that embraces life's magic. Even through the darkest days...So, you're certain this is the book you wish for us to read?"

"YES!! Ever so much."

I breathed in heavily, before sighing. "Alrighty then....it's a very lengthy, illustrious book. One filled with many twists and turns.....Exceptionally written, by not one, but two authors. And the ending? I'm not even certain if one book can contain this tale..."

"Begin...please?"

I gazed into her eyes, and shook my head with a smile. "Very well then." I laid beside her, as she rested her head on my shoulder...and I began to read.

"Once upon a time, in a far away land, not too very long ago....there lived two little girls. Makayla Cooper. And Little Lizzie Smalls. They seemingly shared nothing in common, complete polar opposites in fact. They journeyed throughout the land, engaging in epic battles, claiming their rewards, but stepping out from two very different realms, two very different pasts, and following two very different paths....

"Who could ever imagine, that one day, their paths would cross?"


~ A ~







OOC: Mandy. After making so many "Tees By Tifa", I realize Vi shoulda been the first gal to have a design fresh from Tifa's printing press... Better late than never. I'm hoping, one day, you'll be willing to finish what we began between Mack/Vi/3rd and Sarah/Snowflake.



Lizzie Thank you. You, more than anyone, are the inspiration behind the cWo. You were the first to work w/them, and that's what rose to Tifa taking on a true life of her own, far past that of the group... I hope one day we can continue what we began late last year.

Mandy & Liz, I dunno if I'll ever have the privilege of working w/the two of you again, or if you'd ever even care to. But I wish you both a beautiful day, a rawkin' night, as well as a most excellent, stellar-ific, fantasmah-GLORIOUS rest of the year. Thank you both for everything you've done to help. It meant the world.

I apologize for everything I've done to upset you both, especially you, Mandy, if you do decide to check this out... I came to Uncensored cuz I felt like maybe I'd get the chance there that I blew in F1 & LAW, to finish what we began.... You're both so very talented, I know you'll both have bright futures, and I hope one day I'll have a chance to show the better part of me.

Also, after I wrote ALL of the above ^ since I couldn't post this on the fed, I went ahead and sent this to Aiden, Brock, Toast, HJQ, and a few others. This is my 'goodbye' to my past, the issues and all that...and turning the page. I hope to prove myself to you all...and to myself. To become who many of you have told me I could be. Step by step, day by day...Hopefully, I'll meet you all again. Till then... I'm known to ramble. To bombard people with walls of text.


I'm known for a lotta things.







||the impossible is possible...believe in me, as i believe in you||

"Tonight? I'm gonna bury that horse in the ground...I'm gonna cut it out and then restart."

--damned if i do, damned if i don't... it's a shot in the dark--

#AlwaysDarkestBeforeTheDawn