Post by Serenity Holmes on Jun 18, 2024 0:12:57 GMT
Everyone said not to take the deal. They constantly preached that it would destroy everything I've worked for. Of course, that's jealousy—the envy of others who didn't understand how vital my choice was. In the end, the only person I had to care about was myself. I made a choice. I chose me.
BULLET.
Regarding their main event match, Serenity does not appreciate tag teaming with unfamiliar athletes. Still, she had some comfort in knowing her partner was a credible champion. Jason Hathaway's work with the Television Championship now rebranded as the Gladiator Championship, had to be respected. She appreciated his momentum rising at a meteoric rate, similar to her rise ever since aligning with the CEO. Their opponents were members of the performance suite, two individuals looking to make a significant impact and graduate instantly from their developmental brand.
"Miss?"A hostess approached Serenity and bowed to her. She didn't bat an eye towards her servant. "Would you like any refreshments?"
Serenity stared at the window, admiring the sudden flashes of scenery. She sighed, knowing what she wanted to order, but the bind on her recovery from her addiction had to be done. "Sparkling water." What a posh answer. Honestly, she sounded like Amber Mansley, and she wanted to throw up. How could anyone be that uptight in their regime? Serenity slumped in her chair, hacking a stumbled posture, which was childish. She kicked her heels up on the table and rested her hands behind her hair while the servant gently placed the glass of sparkling water on her armrest.
I hate to be the one to tell you I told you so, but it feels so great to say it. Oh, how everyone made fun of me. Serenity's this, Serenity's that. Yes, you made your jokes and had your laughs, but who is the one laughing now? Me. Where's all that joking? It's silent. The heckler has the microphone, and I fully intend to ensure my voice is heard!
I did it. I made the deal when I signed that contract in blood and fully understood what I was signing up for—the chance to evolve as I am doing now. The one chance I needed was for someone to give me an opportunity, and when Roberto Verona saved my stupid ass from the prison across the pond. When everyone doubted me, he didn't, so none of you have a damn right to judge me when you put me in this position in the first place!
What was I supposed to do? Continue to lose every damn chance I had? Be screwed out of opportunities from the women's locker room because the IWF wanted me to be their Women's World Champion? No. I wasn't going to continue choking every opportunity I stumbled upon. I decided to change the game, and now I stand here, the goddamn architect.
Serenity wrapped her fingers around the glass containing the sparkling water. She sloshed the liquid around inside the crystallized glass before taking a sip of it. It was a refreshing taste as she gently rested the cup on the armrest again. Serenity sat upright and took a deep breath to hone her shoulders in a relaxed posture. The local news station on the television screens was advertising IWF's upcoming sacrifice card, and she smirked at her appearance being bolstered beautifully.
Billie. Let me be the one to tell you that I don't give a damn how famous your family is in the professional wrestling industry. No, I don't care that you're also a second-generation wrestler like myself. Well, probably third or fourth, but all that means is you're the cancer in your bloodline now. I want you to look at what greatness passed down the line looks like and how you can understand what true generational wealth brings to the table. Because you didn't get that from your predecessors.
It hurts to hear this, Billie, but you're not worthy of being in the same ring with me. I'm the Invictus Champion, and you're a student thinking that this is the culling moment for you to stand out from your class as the breakout star. No, you're a pig being brought to the farm to be slaughtered for our amusement.
This is child's play. I've wrestled better than you on my worst day and beaten others you wish you could have taken a picture with when you were soiling your underwear in the front row.
And you know what? I hope you take the knowledge and experience from this ass-whooping. I want you to grow because I'm doing my best to be a fighting champion. Well, a giving champion because that's the message Roberto Verona wants me to promote in this company. Anyone who wants a shot can earn an opportunity, and since you have been in this unfortunate predicament, I want you to learn, Billie, that people are born into their ranking, and you were born to be a loser.
She rubbed her hands together and pressed them against her chest.
But you, Nancy? I honestly couldn't stop laughing the moment I heard your name. You're the woman everyone should be talking about? Don't make me laugh. The pain that I feel will never be enough because I promise when this is over, I will show you what it means to be immortal. Nancy, they say we should all know you. You were the top woman back in the day and everyone in the world knows your name.
Now? You're less than that. You're stuck on a developmental brand preaching about your glory days. Well, history is written by the winners and unfortunately for you, I don't see your name in the book. Perhaps you should have worked on the future instead of being a big fish in a small pond. Take it from someone who actually can be at the top of this industry at any damn point I choose too.
This time for you both? J-TV and Serenity Holmes are coming to collect payment for your transgressions believing you can beat both of us. Understand that the future of this company belongs to only person and that's me. I am the Invictus Champion and I run this place, not YOU!
Well howdy there pardner.