Post by Sara Garcia on Aug 1, 2016 1:57:55 GMT
A lot goes through the mind of a person on a daily basis.
The scene opens, and usually where you see a joyous me with my sister, or an over confident me standing in front of you with my arms crossed in front of me, today is a different feel. Today is a day of self-reflection. I’m sitting alone in the arena, the XL Center in Hartford, Connecticut. We had just had a meeting in the back of talent and agents and whatnot, and then we were left to disperse amongst ourselves. I headed here, to a seat in the arena, about halfway up from the floor in the lower bowl. The Lineage stage was pretty much setup in all of it’s glory with the last bits of fine tuning going on. I stared at the ring, not a single blink.
Tonight is quite possibly the biggest night for the Garcia Brand...the biggest night...for me.
I sit back in the chair and take in the moment, taking in a deep breath, the nerves hitting me in the pit of my stomach the likes of which I’ve only felt a few other times, most recently, my match against Eternity for the Diamonds Championship.
Now you’re probably asking out loud, “What about the casket match with Eternity?”
I turn to the camera.
I would tell you that I wasn’t ready. As much as I love to puff out my chest and tell you I’m the best, and that there’s not a single person on this planet who can tell me otherwise, I can tell myself. I’m not without flaws as some have tried to point out over time. I’m not without my own personal limits that I impose upon myself, only to shatter those limits at unsuspecting moments.
I point to the ring.
That match was nothing compared to what’s about to take place in that ring over there. In that ring, I’m taking on not one, but two people when I beat Sarah Jade Wilson, and move on to the Diamonds Championship. Now...here and now...tonight...I’M READY!
I turn the finger to myself as I sit forward in the chair.
I’ve proven that I’m ready throughout this entire damn tournament. I’ve taken down everyone who has been put in front of me, and I’ve dominated the standings since day one.
I throw my hand in the air, forgetting to mention the words of others…
You’ve got people like Fiona McFly who would rather doubt me and call me unreputable, just because my sister earned me points that put be far out in front of the others...news flash bitch...even without those points...I’m still ahead of all of you.
I throw my hand up again, now getting more annoyed as I continue on.
Then there’s others like my opponent this week, Sarah Jade Wilson. You know, the ones who like to go around calling me and my sister the “Mean Girls” of IWF just because we’re better looking and have an attitude about it. I took her to task in that ring and I beat her fair and square, just as I have everyone else. Am I naive enough...stupid enough to think that’s going to shut her up?
OF COURSE NOT!!
People like her...they don’t shut up…
They continue to talk and talk and talk about what they’re going to do, how they’re going to do it, and overlook the most blatant part of it all...THEY’RE WRONG! They’ll mask it with their words, turn it into something it clearly isn’t. They’ll take one stereotype off of you just to label you with another, and that’s EXACTLY what Sarah has done isn’t it?
I slap my hands down on my thighs in frustration, rolling my eyes, and my head before turning back to the camera.
It’s like freaking Pokemon Go with this bitch...a game I’ve mastered on these travels, but back to the point. If you listen to her and her boring, endless diatribe, I’ve evolved. I’m no long the “Mean Girl” in her eyes, no. I’ve evolved into something deeper, something darker than a “Mean Girl” could ever be. I’m a self-serving, cold hearted, egotistical BITCH!
A smirk dawns my face as I simply shake my head.
All because she couldn’t back up her words. All because she couldn’t beat me in the center of that ring on Open Fight Night.
I place my hands on my chest.
I’m not a bitch Sarah. I like puppies and kittens, and try to help the community, doing signings and volunteer work, and things of that nature. I generally care...really...I do.
I point back to the ring.
When it comes to that. When it comes to professional wrestling, and showing the world that I am not only the future of the Diamonds Division along with my sister, but the present as well, YOU BET YOUR KEYBOARD WARRIOR ASS I’m going to do WHATEVER it takes inside those ropes.
I slam my fist into my palm of the opposite hand.
If I have to punch your teeth down your throat...so be it. If I have to throw you through barricades, and break your spine to make MYSELF successful, you’re God Damned right I will. This is why your idiosyncrasies, and misguided opinions of me are so far off base. Unlike you who talks a lot and can’t back it up, I let my actions do the talking for me. THAT’S why I should be considered a role model. I’m a go-getter. I don’t let others walk all over me, and neither should anybody else in this world. You get what you deserve and if you sit behind a keyboard and wallow about, typing endlessly to your heart’s content, you deserve NOTHING! If you step in that ring and go toe to toe, and back up everything you say, as I did a couple weeks ago, and will at Lineage again, you deserve the world Sarah.
I…
DESERVE…
THE WORLD!!!
I take a minute, sitting back in my chair again, staring at the ring in front of me.
I deserve the world Sarah Jade Wilson, and there’s not a chance in hell you’re going to stop me from achieving my ultimate dream in the Heiress to the Throne. There’s not a chance in hell that Eternity is going to stop me from putting that demon behind me and winning the Diamonds Title. There’s not a chance…
In…
HELL!!!
The scene fades as I stare at the ring, envisioning my triumph.
The scene comes back to and I’m still sitting in that same seat in the arena. My eyes haven’t left the ring except to blink occasionally. I’m sitting back in the chair with my arms crossed.
I want to be the best female competitor to ever step foot, not only in an IWF ring, but any wrestling ring EVER! I’ve asserted my dominance over the competition in this Heiress to the Throne tournament, and when I beat Sarah Jade Wilson, and I become the 2016 Heiress to the Throne, I have to face my fear.
That’s right Eternity…
I turn to the camera.
There’s a part of me that fears you.
I lean forward in the chair, leaning with my elbows perched on my thighs.
I don’t fear the creepy clown makeup. I don’t fear or really even listen to the mind games you portray because in the back of my head, I know that’s all smoke and mirrors. I know you can’t actually hold the powers you claim to hold. I know that it’s all an act.
I take a second to myself. I replay the images of the casket lid being slammed down upon my prone body, all the lights in the arena being snuffed out, and the muffled sound of the bell ringing. The terror that ran throughout my body then, was enough to cause me shivers now.
I’m afraid of what you’re capable of in that very ring. It shakes me to my very core to know that you’re sadistic enough to slam a casket lid closed on another living human being. It sickens me to know that you take pleasure in that sort of misfortune of others.
I point into the camera.
It’s people like you who Sarah Jade Wilson should be calling sick, heartless, sadistic bitches with cold hearts...not me. It’s people like you who try to prey on the fears of others...not me.
I point to myself.
I’ve been out of that casket for quite some time now Eternity. I’ve been watching you, each rendition scarier than the last. Each word to come out of your mouth more twisted than any other before it. Then…
I snap my fingers in front of the camera.
It happened.
A lightbulb went off inside my head, and in the instant, I did what not many others before me have done...I figured you out.
You’re not this mystical figure Eternity. You don’t possess any powers over anyone.
You’re pathetic.
You’re a sad little girl, lashing out at the world because you weren’t hugged enough as a child...by anyone. You played with your dollies, and escaped into your own little world of futility, a world where you’re the queen and the only one who truly matters.
There’s a problem with that.
I now point to the floor.
THIS…
This is the real world Eternity. This is the world where people like you...the ones who prey on the fears of others are truly the weak. You look to subdue others, terrify them into submission to hide the fact that you’re the one who is truly scared.
Finger...camera...Eternity...yeah.
You’re scared that if you lose that belt...that championship...you’re crown, that you’ll be forgotten. The spotlight will be taken off of you now, just as it was all those years ago when you were left to suffer...alone.
I whisk my hands around the air, representing the fears…
All the fears you had as a child, of being abandoned...left alone in this cruel world, they’ll all come flooding back in. You’ll feel distant...cold...afraid.
And nobody will care now...just as they didn’t before.
I shrug my shoulders.
That’s what makes you truly dangerous Eternity. That’s what makes your mind work in the mystifying ways in which it does. That fear of being alone drives you to do such tormentful things to people, because in the end you don’t want to be tormented yourself.
I stand from the chair.
Others might say that to beat Eternity, you have to become her...that’s not right, and that’s why others have failed. To beat Eternity...you have to simply be better than her...and I am. The fear I have of you will subside when we step foot in that ring you sad little girl. This bravado...this confidence I’m displaying at this very moment will kick that fear right out of my mind, just as I’m going to kick that paint right off of your face.
Eternity...at Lineage...I’m the bring of fears. I’ll bring them out of hiding, let them feast upon you, and in the end...you’ll be left alone. No cheers, no boos, no title...NOTHING! You’ll be left to wallow in your fears while I ascend to something far greater than anyone ever thought I would in such a short time...the future...now the present...now...CHAMPION!!!
I take in a deep breath, a confident smile washing over my face before I step out of sight, the scene abruptly cutting to black...just like Eternity’s title reign…
The scene opens, and usually where you see a joyous me with my sister, or an over confident me standing in front of you with my arms crossed in front of me, today is a different feel. Today is a day of self-reflection. I’m sitting alone in the arena, the XL Center in Hartford, Connecticut. We had just had a meeting in the back of talent and agents and whatnot, and then we were left to disperse amongst ourselves. I headed here, to a seat in the arena, about halfway up from the floor in the lower bowl. The Lineage stage was pretty much setup in all of it’s glory with the last bits of fine tuning going on. I stared at the ring, not a single blink.
Tonight is quite possibly the biggest night for the Garcia Brand...the biggest night...for me.
I sit back in the chair and take in the moment, taking in a deep breath, the nerves hitting me in the pit of my stomach the likes of which I’ve only felt a few other times, most recently, my match against Eternity for the Diamonds Championship.
Now you’re probably asking out loud, “What about the casket match with Eternity?”
I turn to the camera.
I would tell you that I wasn’t ready. As much as I love to puff out my chest and tell you I’m the best, and that there’s not a single person on this planet who can tell me otherwise, I can tell myself. I’m not without flaws as some have tried to point out over time. I’m not without my own personal limits that I impose upon myself, only to shatter those limits at unsuspecting moments.
I point to the ring.
That match was nothing compared to what’s about to take place in that ring over there. In that ring, I’m taking on not one, but two people when I beat Sarah Jade Wilson, and move on to the Diamonds Championship. Now...here and now...tonight...I’M READY!
I turn the finger to myself as I sit forward in the chair.
I’ve proven that I’m ready throughout this entire damn tournament. I’ve taken down everyone who has been put in front of me, and I’ve dominated the standings since day one.
I throw my hand in the air, forgetting to mention the words of others…
You’ve got people like Fiona McFly who would rather doubt me and call me unreputable, just because my sister earned me points that put be far out in front of the others...news flash bitch...even without those points...I’m still ahead of all of you.
I throw my hand up again, now getting more annoyed as I continue on.
Then there’s others like my opponent this week, Sarah Jade Wilson. You know, the ones who like to go around calling me and my sister the “Mean Girls” of IWF just because we’re better looking and have an attitude about it. I took her to task in that ring and I beat her fair and square, just as I have everyone else. Am I naive enough...stupid enough to think that’s going to shut her up?
OF COURSE NOT!!
People like her...they don’t shut up…
They continue to talk and talk and talk about what they’re going to do, how they’re going to do it, and overlook the most blatant part of it all...THEY’RE WRONG! They’ll mask it with their words, turn it into something it clearly isn’t. They’ll take one stereotype off of you just to label you with another, and that’s EXACTLY what Sarah has done isn’t it?
I slap my hands down on my thighs in frustration, rolling my eyes, and my head before turning back to the camera.
It’s like freaking Pokemon Go with this bitch...a game I’ve mastered on these travels, but back to the point. If you listen to her and her boring, endless diatribe, I’ve evolved. I’m no long the “Mean Girl” in her eyes, no. I’ve evolved into something deeper, something darker than a “Mean Girl” could ever be. I’m a self-serving, cold hearted, egotistical BITCH!
A smirk dawns my face as I simply shake my head.
All because she couldn’t back up her words. All because she couldn’t beat me in the center of that ring on Open Fight Night.
I place my hands on my chest.
I’m not a bitch Sarah. I like puppies and kittens, and try to help the community, doing signings and volunteer work, and things of that nature. I generally care...really...I do.
I point back to the ring.
When it comes to that. When it comes to professional wrestling, and showing the world that I am not only the future of the Diamonds Division along with my sister, but the present as well, YOU BET YOUR KEYBOARD WARRIOR ASS I’m going to do WHATEVER it takes inside those ropes.
I slam my fist into my palm of the opposite hand.
If I have to punch your teeth down your throat...so be it. If I have to throw you through barricades, and break your spine to make MYSELF successful, you’re God Damned right I will. This is why your idiosyncrasies, and misguided opinions of me are so far off base. Unlike you who talks a lot and can’t back it up, I let my actions do the talking for me. THAT’S why I should be considered a role model. I’m a go-getter. I don’t let others walk all over me, and neither should anybody else in this world. You get what you deserve and if you sit behind a keyboard and wallow about, typing endlessly to your heart’s content, you deserve NOTHING! If you step in that ring and go toe to toe, and back up everything you say, as I did a couple weeks ago, and will at Lineage again, you deserve the world Sarah.
I…
DESERVE…
THE WORLD!!!
I take a minute, sitting back in my chair again, staring at the ring in front of me.
I deserve the world Sarah Jade Wilson, and there’s not a chance in hell you’re going to stop me from achieving my ultimate dream in the Heiress to the Throne. There’s not a chance in hell that Eternity is going to stop me from putting that demon behind me and winning the Diamonds Title. There’s not a chance…
In…
HELL!!!
The scene fades as I stare at the ring, envisioning my triumph.
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“Not a Chance In Hell”
This is it.
There’s no turning around, there’s no going back.
Last week I signed the papers that would officially end my marriage to a man that I’ve loved for nearly a decade. I’ve talked myself into it, that this is absolutely the right thing to do...for me. I can’t worry about “What ifs” and things of that nature, especially not after seeing him with the woman who in high school he was rumored, and now I believe them to be true, be cheating on me with. I caught him with his pants down...not literally, thankfully as I don’t think I could have handled that. I then told her what was going on...right there...on the doorstep. The look on her face told it all. She didn’t know, and now it was time for me to drop another bombshell on him...it’s over.
I had my sister drive as afterwards, I didn’t know exactly what kind of state I would be in. She put her hand on my shoulder as I stared out the window as we were parked on the street in front of the house...the one I used to call home. I took in a deep breath and nodded.
Sara Garcia: If not now...than never.
Paige Garcia: Do you want me to come up with you?
I turned to her and nodded.
Sara Garcia: Thank you...but I have to do this. This isn’t your fight...it’s mine. Besides, you two hated each other before all of this, and I don’t want things to get out of hand.
She nodded.
Paige Garcia: Yeah, I’d probably punch him in the face.
I mustered up as much of a smile as I could. She meant well, she was trying to lighten the mood...or she was laying out her intentions...either way, I had to do this on my own. It was an emotional hurdle that needed to be jumped. I hated him for cheating on me...but could I really throw away a decade of love?
Another deep breath as I reached for the handle of the car, stepping out into the bright sunshine of San Diego, walking up the driveway and around the walkway to the door. I reached forward and rang the doorbell, waiting for an answer, nervously tapping the envelope containing the divorce papers against my body.
I waited...and waited...and waited...nothing. I rang the doorbell again, and this time...even knocked on the door. I knew he was home...I saw his car in the driveway.
I waited again before finally hearing the lock being undone, and the door slowly opening as he stared at me.
Shawn Brooks: I don’t have time for another emotional outburst.
ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME!?!?
I was steaming inside. I felt the fires of hell coursing through my veins, but rather than flip out on him...again...I closed my eyes and looked away for a moment, regaining my composure before turning back to him.
Sara Garcia: That’s not what this is about.
I outstretched my hands, extending the envelope in his direction.
Sara Garcia: I said I wanted a divorce. This makes that real.
He stared at me as he opened the screen door, me taking a few steps back, him leaving the house. He didn’t lose eye contact with the envelope.
Shawn Brooks: What do you mean that makes it real?
Sara Garcia: These are divorce papers drawn up by my lawyer. I had him draft them up after I found you with Jennifer here a few weeks ago, and I have signed them. All I need you to do is sign them as well, and the two of us can move on with our lives, never to cross paths again.
He stares down, a sombering deep breath leaving his lungs as he took the envelope from me.
Shawn Brooks: I see. So you’re willing to end this all...throw it all away like it never happened.
Sara Garcia: ME!? Shawn, you left me in freaking Japan. YOU were cheating on me with Jennifer, and you didn’t even have the balls to tell her you were still technically married to me. There’s no coming back from that Shawn. You screwed this up...not me.
He was getting more and more severe in tone.
Shawn Brooks: I screwed this up? You’re the one who didn’t listen to me. You’re the one who went galavanting into wrestling with your sister even with my objections. YOU STARTED THIS SARA...AND THERE’S NOT A CHANCE IN HELL THAT I’M SIGNING THIS!!!
He tore the papers up in front of me, throwing them in the air, letting them float to the ground as I backed away.
Shawn Brooks: You’ll hear from my lawyers. You’re not getting a thing out of me. Get the hell off of my property!
I was scared a bit. I had never seen him like that before.
Shawn Brooks: DIDN’T YOU HEAR ME BITCH!? GET OFF OF MY DAMN PROPERTY!!!
I was nearly reduced to tears. I turned and walked away, feeling the tears come down my face. I didn’t turn back. I didn’t want him to see how much his yelling at me had affected me.
Shawn Brooks: AND DON’T YOU DARE COMEBACK OR ELSE!!!
Paige had heard the last bit as I got into the car and slammed the door.
Paige Garcia: What the hell was that!? I’ll go out there and kick his nuts into his throat.
Sara Garcia: Don’t...just go.
Paige Garcia: But…
Sara Garcia: JUST GO!
She obliged, shifting the car into drive and peeling off as the scene fades.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“Not a Chance In Hell”
This is it.
There’s no turning around, there’s no going back.
Last week I signed the papers that would officially end my marriage to a man that I’ve loved for nearly a decade. I’ve talked myself into it, that this is absolutely the right thing to do...for me. I can’t worry about “What ifs” and things of that nature, especially not after seeing him with the woman who in high school he was rumored, and now I believe them to be true, be cheating on me with. I caught him with his pants down...not literally, thankfully as I don’t think I could have handled that. I then told her what was going on...right there...on the doorstep. The look on her face told it all. She didn’t know, and now it was time for me to drop another bombshell on him...it’s over.
I had my sister drive as afterwards, I didn’t know exactly what kind of state I would be in. She put her hand on my shoulder as I stared out the window as we were parked on the street in front of the house...the one I used to call home. I took in a deep breath and nodded.
Sara Garcia: If not now...than never.
Paige Garcia: Do you want me to come up with you?
I turned to her and nodded.
Sara Garcia: Thank you...but I have to do this. This isn’t your fight...it’s mine. Besides, you two hated each other before all of this, and I don’t want things to get out of hand.
She nodded.
Paige Garcia: Yeah, I’d probably punch him in the face.
I mustered up as much of a smile as I could. She meant well, she was trying to lighten the mood...or she was laying out her intentions...either way, I had to do this on my own. It was an emotional hurdle that needed to be jumped. I hated him for cheating on me...but could I really throw away a decade of love?
Another deep breath as I reached for the handle of the car, stepping out into the bright sunshine of San Diego, walking up the driveway and around the walkway to the door. I reached forward and rang the doorbell, waiting for an answer, nervously tapping the envelope containing the divorce papers against my body.
I waited...and waited...and waited...nothing. I rang the doorbell again, and this time...even knocked on the door. I knew he was home...I saw his car in the driveway.
I waited again before finally hearing the lock being undone, and the door slowly opening as he stared at me.
Shawn Brooks: I don’t have time for another emotional outburst.
ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME!?!?
I was steaming inside. I felt the fires of hell coursing through my veins, but rather than flip out on him...again...I closed my eyes and looked away for a moment, regaining my composure before turning back to him.
Sara Garcia: That’s not what this is about.
I outstretched my hands, extending the envelope in his direction.
Sara Garcia: I said I wanted a divorce. This makes that real.
He stared at me as he opened the screen door, me taking a few steps back, him leaving the house. He didn’t lose eye contact with the envelope.
Shawn Brooks: What do you mean that makes it real?
Sara Garcia: These are divorce papers drawn up by my lawyer. I had him draft them up after I found you with Jennifer here a few weeks ago, and I have signed them. All I need you to do is sign them as well, and the two of us can move on with our lives, never to cross paths again.
He stares down, a sombering deep breath leaving his lungs as he took the envelope from me.
Shawn Brooks: I see. So you’re willing to end this all...throw it all away like it never happened.
Sara Garcia: ME!? Shawn, you left me in freaking Japan. YOU were cheating on me with Jennifer, and you didn’t even have the balls to tell her you were still technically married to me. There’s no coming back from that Shawn. You screwed this up...not me.
He was getting more and more severe in tone.
Shawn Brooks: I screwed this up? You’re the one who didn’t listen to me. You’re the one who went galavanting into wrestling with your sister even with my objections. YOU STARTED THIS SARA...AND THERE’S NOT A CHANCE IN HELL THAT I’M SIGNING THIS!!!
He tore the papers up in front of me, throwing them in the air, letting them float to the ground as I backed away.
Shawn Brooks: You’ll hear from my lawyers. You’re not getting a thing out of me. Get the hell off of my property!
I was scared a bit. I had never seen him like that before.
Shawn Brooks: DIDN’T YOU HEAR ME BITCH!? GET OFF OF MY DAMN PROPERTY!!!
I was nearly reduced to tears. I turned and walked away, feeling the tears come down my face. I didn’t turn back. I didn’t want him to see how much his yelling at me had affected me.
Shawn Brooks: AND DON’T YOU DARE COMEBACK OR ELSE!!!
Paige had heard the last bit as I got into the car and slammed the door.
Paige Garcia: What the hell was that!? I’ll go out there and kick his nuts into his throat.
Sara Garcia: Don’t...just go.
Paige Garcia: But…
Sara Garcia: JUST GO!
She obliged, shifting the car into drive and peeling off as the scene fades.
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The scene comes back to and I’m still sitting in that same seat in the arena. My eyes haven’t left the ring except to blink occasionally. I’m sitting back in the chair with my arms crossed.
I want to be the best female competitor to ever step foot, not only in an IWF ring, but any wrestling ring EVER! I’ve asserted my dominance over the competition in this Heiress to the Throne tournament, and when I beat Sarah Jade Wilson, and I become the 2016 Heiress to the Throne, I have to face my fear.
That’s right Eternity…
I turn to the camera.
There’s a part of me that fears you.
I lean forward in the chair, leaning with my elbows perched on my thighs.
I don’t fear the creepy clown makeup. I don’t fear or really even listen to the mind games you portray because in the back of my head, I know that’s all smoke and mirrors. I know you can’t actually hold the powers you claim to hold. I know that it’s all an act.
I take a second to myself. I replay the images of the casket lid being slammed down upon my prone body, all the lights in the arena being snuffed out, and the muffled sound of the bell ringing. The terror that ran throughout my body then, was enough to cause me shivers now.
I’m afraid of what you’re capable of in that very ring. It shakes me to my very core to know that you’re sadistic enough to slam a casket lid closed on another living human being. It sickens me to know that you take pleasure in that sort of misfortune of others.
I point into the camera.
It’s people like you who Sarah Jade Wilson should be calling sick, heartless, sadistic bitches with cold hearts...not me. It’s people like you who try to prey on the fears of others...not me.
I point to myself.
I’ve been out of that casket for quite some time now Eternity. I’ve been watching you, each rendition scarier than the last. Each word to come out of your mouth more twisted than any other before it. Then…
I snap my fingers in front of the camera.
It happened.
A lightbulb went off inside my head, and in the instant, I did what not many others before me have done...I figured you out.
You’re not this mystical figure Eternity. You don’t possess any powers over anyone.
You’re pathetic.
You’re a sad little girl, lashing out at the world because you weren’t hugged enough as a child...by anyone. You played with your dollies, and escaped into your own little world of futility, a world where you’re the queen and the only one who truly matters.
There’s a problem with that.
I now point to the floor.
THIS…
This is the real world Eternity. This is the world where people like you...the ones who prey on the fears of others are truly the weak. You look to subdue others, terrify them into submission to hide the fact that you’re the one who is truly scared.
Finger...camera...Eternity...yeah.
You’re scared that if you lose that belt...that championship...you’re crown, that you’ll be forgotten. The spotlight will be taken off of you now, just as it was all those years ago when you were left to suffer...alone.
I whisk my hands around the air, representing the fears…
All the fears you had as a child, of being abandoned...left alone in this cruel world, they’ll all come flooding back in. You’ll feel distant...cold...afraid.
And nobody will care now...just as they didn’t before.
I shrug my shoulders.
That’s what makes you truly dangerous Eternity. That’s what makes your mind work in the mystifying ways in which it does. That fear of being alone drives you to do such tormentful things to people, because in the end you don’t want to be tormented yourself.
I stand from the chair.
Others might say that to beat Eternity, you have to become her...that’s not right, and that’s why others have failed. To beat Eternity...you have to simply be better than her...and I am. The fear I have of you will subside when we step foot in that ring you sad little girl. This bravado...this confidence I’m displaying at this very moment will kick that fear right out of my mind, just as I’m going to kick that paint right off of your face.
Eternity...at Lineage...I’m the bring of fears. I’ll bring them out of hiding, let them feast upon you, and in the end...you’ll be left alone. No cheers, no boos, no title...NOTHING! You’ll be left to wallow in your fears while I ascend to something far greater than anyone ever thought I would in such a short time...the future...now the present...now...CHAMPION!!!
I take in a deep breath, a confident smile washing over my face before I step out of sight, the scene abruptly cutting to black...just like Eternity’s title reign…
Well howdy there pardner.