Post by Amanda Wallace on Nov 11, 2007 11:13:02 GMT -5
Amanda didn't know much more of what to think anymore, nor where any ability over her motor skills had gone. She'd made the flight from Chicago down to Columbia, South Carolina, in pretty much silence, her mind awash with recent events. From her mother's passing, to Jon's suicide/murder, to his widow's seeming displacement over the entire situation, to even the stresses of recreating a wrestling federation from the ground up... the woman had a lot on her plate. Fortunately, starting GCW was the main thing keeping her focused, keeping everything else from eating at her. She'd been to Jon's property herself, unable to find out where his grave was to visit and pay respects to that. It still ate at her every day how strange details around everything was, especially upon hearing that Jason and Lilith found numerous belongings, including money and pictures, there... when she hadn't explored the other buildings. That was strange in it's own right to her. Yet, starting GCW in the midst of this anguish took her focus, allowed her to function, pushing this mess to the back of her mind.
Her mother... She'd received the call about her mother's fatal heart attack early on the morning she was to look at the GCW Tower, to sign the lease and make it her's, and possibly the home of almost, if not more, professional wrestlers and staff. Even being charitable to give a suite to Lilith, whom only signed on as an assistant, despite what she'd done to Amanda. Lilith wanted war, Amanda wanted everything gone. It's hard to feel sorry for Lilith's loss, when she's not even sure of or putting up a front of what indeed she has, as her finding out about Amanda's inheritance pointed out. But that bitch was far from the subject at hand.
The South Carolina weather was moist, the ground still soft, despite it rapidly approaching mid-November. Amanda drops to her knees in front of it, the tombstone of Madelyn Wallace, her mother. The mother of her's that had been through so much to just give Amanda a chance at life, the mother that Amanda had tried so much to help when she constantly refused. Divorced when Amanda was eight, keeping her ex-husband's last name for Amanda's sake, and facing the brunt of being a single mother with no child support and a hardly more than minimum wage job, as well as an older son that had ended up on the wrong side of the law and eventually dead for his choices, she worked herself to the bone for her entire life for Amanda. Any way she could send her to college, which thankfully, Amanda's grades lifted much of the burden from her, Maddy had done. Amanda tried to help out when she could, but Maddy said it was now Amanda's time, her time to make sure her children don't have to live the life that Amanda had, she'd be fine is what she'd said. And pridefully, to both her and Amanda, she was, despite her weight problem. Now, here she lies, fifty-one years after her birth, twenty-five after her daughters, in front of Amanda, only a tombstone in front of her. She never got to say good-bye, she never got to attend the funeral... and all of it was hitting Amanda like a ton of bricks, who leaned forward against the tombstone, grasping at it, weeping, as the entire ceiling keeping every event in the back of her mind, collapses.
Her mother... She'd received the call about her mother's fatal heart attack early on the morning she was to look at the GCW Tower, to sign the lease and make it her's, and possibly the home of almost, if not more, professional wrestlers and staff. Even being charitable to give a suite to Lilith, whom only signed on as an assistant, despite what she'd done to Amanda. Lilith wanted war, Amanda wanted everything gone. It's hard to feel sorry for Lilith's loss, when she's not even sure of or putting up a front of what indeed she has, as her finding out about Amanda's inheritance pointed out. But that bitch was far from the subject at hand.
The South Carolina weather was moist, the ground still soft, despite it rapidly approaching mid-November. Amanda drops to her knees in front of it, the tombstone of Madelyn Wallace, her mother. The mother of her's that had been through so much to just give Amanda a chance at life, the mother that Amanda had tried so much to help when she constantly refused. Divorced when Amanda was eight, keeping her ex-husband's last name for Amanda's sake, and facing the brunt of being a single mother with no child support and a hardly more than minimum wage job, as well as an older son that had ended up on the wrong side of the law and eventually dead for his choices, she worked herself to the bone for her entire life for Amanda. Any way she could send her to college, which thankfully, Amanda's grades lifted much of the burden from her, Maddy had done. Amanda tried to help out when she could, but Maddy said it was now Amanda's time, her time to make sure her children don't have to live the life that Amanda had, she'd be fine is what she'd said. And pridefully, to both her and Amanda, she was, despite her weight problem. Now, here she lies, fifty-one years after her birth, twenty-five after her daughters, in front of Amanda, only a tombstone in front of her. She never got to say good-bye, she never got to attend the funeral... and all of it was hitting Amanda like a ton of bricks, who leaned forward against the tombstone, grasping at it, weeping, as the entire ceiling keeping every event in the back of her mind, collapses.