Post by Rosa DeLuca on Apr 13, 2024 21:29:06 GMT
In the dimly lit room, Rosa DeLuca tossed and turned, trapped in the clutches of a haunting nightmare. In her dream, she found herself transported back to a time she thought she had left far behind, a time filled with shadows and echoes of her past self.
She stood in the midst of a bustling city street, the sounds of car horns and distant conversations blending into a cacophony of noise. But it wasn't the urban landscape that unsettled her; it was the feeling of being trapped in her old identity, the one she had fought so hard to shed.
As she walked through the crowded streets, faces blurred past her, each one a reminder of a time when she had been someone else entirely, when she had hidden herself and told herself it could wait. Memories flooded back with every step, memories of a life she had once lived but had worked tirelessly to escape.
Suddenly, she was back in the smoky room of a dimly lit bar, the air heavy with the scent of alcohol and regret. She looked around, feeling suffocated by the weight of her past mistakes. She could hear the whispers of her old acquaintances, their judgmental gazes burning into her soul.
Rosa tried to run, to escape the suffocating grip of her past, but no matter how fast she moved, she couldn't outrun the memories that haunted her. They followed her like a relentless shadow, reminding her of who she used to be and threatening to pull her back into the darkness.
Desperation clawed at her heart as she came face to face with someone she had not seen in years. A face she had spent countless money and time erasing from her own skin. The person who was not her reached out for her as the flesh peeled away.
And then, just as the nightmare threatened to consume her entirely, Rosa's eyes snapped open, her chest heaving as she gasped for breath. She lay there, trembling, grateful for the solace of reality and determined to never let herself be trapped by her past again.
"Solo un incubo."
Rosa DeLuca leaned forward, her eyes burning with determination.
"Listen, I know Cira O'Connor is tough. She's skilled, she's experienced, and she's got a reputation. But you know what? So do I," Rosa began, her voice steady and unwavering.
"I've trained tirelessly for this moment. Every day, I've pushed myself to the limit, honing my skills and perfecting my technique. I've faced adversity head-on, fought through injuries, and never backed down from a challenge. That's what makes me worthy to win this match."
Rosa paused, her gaze intense as she continued, "But it's not just about physical strength. It's about heart, determination, and sheer force of will. I refuse to let anything stand in my way, especially not someone like Ciara. I've worked too damn hard to let this opportunity slip through my fingers."
She took a deep breath, her resolve unwavering as she concluded, "So, yeah, I'm worthy to win this match because I've earned it. And when I step into that ring, I'm going to give it everything I've got. Ciara may be tough, but I'm tougher. And I'm not walking out of there without victory in my grasp."
Well howdy there pardner.