Chance Owens vs. “The One” Kirsten Scott

[TheOne]

{PRESENT DAY...}

In a life that I never expected to live, it has been one of a lot of ups, downs, twists, turns, and everything in between.  If you had asked young me if I would have ever become a pro wrestler, I probably would have laughed in your face, and asked what you were smoking, let alone if I would have become a pro wrestler AND become a champion.

But yet, here we are...

Alongside that, if you had asked young me, pre-Compound days, if I would have come, effectively, a mercenary for two individuals who ran a sex cult, and then organized one of the biggest non-political coups in history, leading to everyone and their dog around me mistrusting me, I would have said you with you were insane.  At that time, I was someone with no friends, minus a few online, who didn't know me, and the closest thing I was to a mercenary, was angry at my parents.  And let's be real, who in life isn't angry at their parents at some point in time?

And again, here we are...

I live in a world where I am responsible for the lives of three others, one older, and a big sister figure, and two others that are like my adopted family I chose to never let go of.  I allowed myself to go from someone who didn't like the world, didn't trust anyone, to caring for these three, and changing my entire point of view on the world, and I did so because I realized that living in a world where the motto "DTA" defines you, isn't feasible.

Now do I trust everyone, now?  HELL NO... But do I realize I have to be open to letting people through my "walls" and into my life, begrudgingly, yes.  And it doesn't just extend to my personal life, but my professional life as well.  I walked into SCW a loner.  Willing to just do my own thing, and never give a care in the world for others.  Whether people backstage, fans, anyone for that matter, liked me or hated me, wasn't my concern because I felt I had a mission, and the mission superseded everything.  It was about "being 'The One' who redefined SCW."  And now I stand here as someone who feels like that mission may be, in effect, in motion, with many fighting the battle.

And this all happened in the course of a year.  Just one year.  One person changed that much, and now sees the world almost 180 degrees different, and it was all because she opened her mind, body, and soul, to that of one thing, and one thing alone... Trust...

Outside a local strip mall, it's night time, and Kirsten Scott was appointed the "runner" to go pick up the food that her and her group ordered from a local sushi restaurant.  She gets the food and pays for it, and begins to leave and walk back to her car.  As she reaches it, she opens the rear door and sets the food in, and closes it.  Suddenly, she feels a grabbing of her upper arm, and a pull, spinning her around.

It's at this moment her muscle memory of her days as "The One" kick back in, and without even thinking, grabs the assailant and flips the script on them, grabbing them, spinning them around, and thrusting them into the side of her vehicle.  She takes her arm and pushes it across the throat of the person and bends them back over the roof of the car.  This reaction has her, for the first time in a long time, seeing nothing but red and pure anger, and not actually seeing any characteristics of the person.

But eith a gasp of air, the person let's out a few words.

Pro Kinneck: Kirsten... It's me...

It's at this point Kirsten begins to snap out of the situation, having assumed she was being attacked, mugged, or even accosted by some male attacker.  But the female voice throws her off of her game enough to change everything.  The "redness" begins to subside and because of the darkness, all she can see is a face covered by a hoodie.

Kirsten Scott: Who the FUCK is "me?"

The woman manages to get Kirsten to let her arm free enough to reach up and lift her hoodie over her head, revealing herself, surprisingly, to be Pro Kinneck.  Kirsten immediately gasps, goes wide-eyed, and jumps back, releasing the hold she had on her.  She doesn't let her guard down, however, not knowing what Pro's intentions are surprising her like this.

Pro begins to stand more upright, wincing at the pain from being shoved into the car, and dusts herself off.

Pro Kinneck: Was the attack REALLY all that necessary?

Kirsten counters.

Kirsten Scott: Are these surprise meetings and altercations in random parking lots a necessity?

Pro Kinneck: Well it's the only way I ever see you or know where to find you.  So I take opportunities when I can...

Kirsten Scott: Well sneaking up on me at night, in a parking lot, isn't the most productive way.  A simple, "Hey Kirsten," would do the same amount of work with much less of confrontational aspect.

Pro Kinneck: Eh... Noted...

Kirsten shakes her heard before reiterating the very obvious question.

Kirsten Scott: Well... Good... So why are you here?  What's up?

Kirsten is still very confused seeing her former, or maybe still current, partner standing before her, not knowing what the situation is bringing.

Pro Kinneck: I needed to talk to you one on on.  Nobody else around.  No Hailey, no Oracle, no... Uhh... Brother, is it?

Kirsten Scott: Yes he's her brother...

Pro Kinneck: ... Well anyway, it needed to happen with just the two of us.  WE need to talk.

Kirsten sighs and finally lets the defensive guard down.

Kirsten Scott: Alright well just know it better be worth it or mh dudhi is going to get cold for no resdon.

Pro stares Kirsten down.

Pro Kinneck: I'm being real, you kno?

Kirsten Scott: Yeah, me too!  That's expensive food!  So... Let's talk... Again, what's op?

Pro sighs and looks down, taking a very deep breath before looking up at Kirsten, dead in the eyes.

Pro Kinneck: I owe you a thank you...

Kirsten is a bit taken aback, and visibly confused at what was just said.

Kirsten Scott: For... What?

Pro Kinneck: Because you were right.  You were right all along.  I heard what you had to say publicly before Rise to Greatness.  I heard what you said to me in private the week before.  You could have gone out there, shit all over me, buried me for bailing, trashed me for vanishing, and yet you didn't.  You didn't do any of that.  You, instead, said you respected my decision and said you'd be there.  And honestly, it made me really uncomfortable to hear because they hit me in a way I had never been hit before.  And honestly I didn't know what to say...

See, nobody has ever looked out for ME.  It's always been about Nicole, or Ducky, or someone else.  But Pro, never.  Pro has been the outcast of the bunch because I'm the one who doesn't take shit from anyone.  And yet you went out there and reiterated a level of support for ME and MY NEEDS.  You said you'd always be there, whether you went outthere alone or if I did show up, you still respected me.  You still supported my decision, whatever it was going to be.  And like I said it was hard to hear because it basically went against EVERYTHING I've always believed.

But the more I listened to it, though, the more I heard sincerity in your voice.  I wanted to believe you were trying to save face, and patronize me, but each time I listened, I never heard anything like that, and I couldn't process it.  I'm not made to process that emotion...

Kirsten nods very subtly.

Kirsten Scott: Believe me, I get it... But you're right... I wasn't bullshitting you, not in the least.

Pro shakes her head out of frustration and elevates her voice slightly to show that emotion.

Pro Kinneck: I KNOW THAT, which is why it's problematic for me!  People are supposed to lie to me.  People are supposed to try and manipulate my alter at every opportunity, and that includes me.  Honesty is bullshit to us, but then along comes you?  Along comes this random girl.  Along comes this person who gets them and understands and respects us.  And why?  Why would anyone understand us, or WANT to, for that matter?  And hell, why am I here, now?  Huh?  Why am I so frustrated?!

Kirsten Scott: You tell me...

Pro starts to have more frustration build.

Pro Kinneck: It's... It's because...

She freezes, and forces herself to take a deep breath, to calm herself down.  The struggle is obvious that she is trying to speak outside of her comfort zone.

Pro Kinneck: It's because I want to thank you, like I said, for being the first person ever for being there for us, as a whole.  And I mean it.  But I'm also going to be honest and say this isn't me "coming back."  I'm not returning so we can join up again, at least not right now.  This is still tormenting me day in and day out, and I have to continue to process it.  I need my time and place to think about everything, but I realized part of my torment was not being honest with you.  You needed to hear the truth, from me.  You needed to hear that you broke through my barries and nobody else ever has, and honestly it's still not OK for me to let that just "be OK."  I still am fighting this idea that it's all a ruse.  And I'm fighting the fact that the ruse may have found cracks in my armor.

But then there's the part of me that KNOWS you did what you did for a reason.  I know you're not like the rest of the world.  And I owe you a lot for that...

Kirsten goes to respond, but Pro raises her hand to show she isn't done.

... But while I know this, my wiring tells me I'm wrong and I have to fight back.  And I need you to accept that complete contradiction right now, and just let it be.  This isn't some emotional reunion.  Not right now.  Not until I can allow myself to not fight myself and my trust and faith in something I actually want to believe in.  So I'm asking for your time, your patience, and to let me be me.  But with that, understand the day WILL come when I'll repay you for helping me learn this lesson.  I'll repay you for being the one who cared for us, and didn't treat us like we were a complete freak show of crazy.  I owe you a lot for what you've done to show me not everyone fits in one bucket... And maybe, just maybe, there are different people in this world...

Kirsten nods.  She gives the moment a time to breathe in case Pro has anymore to say.  Once she realizes it is her turn to speak, she does so.

Kirsten Scott: You're right.  I have never bullshit you.  Nor will I ever.  I saw myself in YOU, Pro.  I saw someone I could trust before Hailey came back and that was a first for me.  And trusting you or her wasn't easy for me either.  So I get it.  I'm not asking you to hurry and do what you need to do because that wouldn't be fair.  But I will ask you this... Do it for YOU.  Don't do it for me, don't do it because you feel like you OWE me.  Do it because you want to.  Do it because you feel Pro needs to.  Because that IS why I am sticking by and I didn't say anything negative.  I went out there and I still represented US.

So along those same lines, you don't worry about me while you're figuring all of this out.  You worry about you.  And you take care of all of you like they need.  I'll always be around.  I just do have one more favor to ask...

Pro tilts her head.

Pro Kinneck: ... And that is?

Kirsten smirks.

Kirsten Scott: For fuck's sake stop accosting me in a parking lot at night!  Jesus just say hi!

Pro acually looks down and, for the first time in a long time, smirks.  Her face goes more serious again as she looks up and subtly nods.

Pro Kinneck: I think I can agree to that...

Kirsten extends her hand to shake Pro's and as Pro looks down, she nods, before returning the favor.

Kirsten Scott: Take care of yourself... Looking forward to the day YOU are ready...

Pro Kinneck: Me too... And thank you...

Kirsten Scott: No thanks needed...

The two let go of their handshake and Pro simply walks past Kirsten, and Kirsten looks over shoulder to see Pro slip into the night.  Kirsten stands there for a moment before her eyes go wide.

Kirsten Scott: ... Dammit the food is still back there!

Kirsten jumps into the car and begins to drive back toward the home that her and her crew are residing in.  As she makes the drive she continually replays what just happened in her head because it definitely was not something she expected.  But it was a moment what she feels has put some bookends on a chapter of both of their lives until the next one is ready to begin writing.