Post by scottyadams on Mar 28, 2020 20:40:44 GMT -5
Date: 18/3/2020
Location: Talladega, Alabama
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(Bianca sits alone inside the office at her apartment *well, technically my apartment but we split the deed*, looking over some of the contract files we have pertaining to various obligations we have. Whether those be taxes, relief packages for those affected by the 'COVID-19' mandated closure of our training facilities or other expenditures we have.
Especially those pertaining to severance payouts to the former X-Kore staff - something that I had told management I would personally take charge of, in return for them allowing us to terminate their contracts.
As head of the legal department, it falls onto her to refine the details. Usually, I'd be in this very office assisting her, however, right now, I'm in the loungeroom, hanging out with Amelia and Chilli.
Watching a DVD of my Year 10 wrestling highlights. Yeah, probably a little vain of me to do, but you know - there's *always* things one can learn from themselves. Even from back in high school.
Plus, there are really slim pickings when it comes to Television right now; we'll be watching the 'graduation concert' Chilli, Bianca and Amelia performed in after this. A trip down memory lane if you will.
Either way, Bianca keeps scanning through each piece of documentation, making sure *every* small detail is accurate. Or at least as accurate as they can be.
Gotta be airtight in this field, especially when astute eyes will be able to analyse; pick apart details of *any* contract you throw their way.)
Bianca: Argh.
(She slaps her right palm against the table, noticing that she had accidentally put $25,000 instead of $2,500 on one of the contracts we have with Millfield farms. It pertains to them sponsoring two of our smaller academies.
One in Baccus Marsh and the other in Hamilton.
Both smaller facilities *the Baccus Marsh one only trains like 15 people at most and the Hamilton one caps out at 40* but still important in terms of our infrastructure.
After all, these are still trainees of the Adams wrestling Academy after all. Luckily, this document is just a revision letter, so the issue is easily fixed. It's just frustrating to her that an error like that would slip by her.)
Bianca: I *really* should be more careful when typing these out. Luckily I caught it now and not after submitting it to Jane or Larni.
(She places it at the bottom of the pile, picking up the next piece of paper. Slightly laughing to herself as she does.)
Bianca: Dunno how *this* got in here. Scott must have accidentally put it in when he was sorting these.
(It's one of my old 'training journals' that I usually make before every match I complete in. Basically, a schedule/keynotes that I wish to hit on in that particular week. Bianca places it off to her left-hand side. Away from the other documents, so that it doesn't get mixed in with them a second time.)
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(In the lounge room, I sit on my sofa, pressed against the backrest; my focus completely on the TV. Jotting down notes inside of my head as I do. Amelia sits to my left, and Chilli to my right. Both just as focused on the TV, although neither of them is as immersed as I am. Obviously.)
"Might need to incorporate a little more of those armbars into my move pool. I've been slacking on that recently."
(I laugh to myself, slightly shaking my head. Admittedly, I don't use armbars as much as I did back in my high school days. Or even during the early stages of my career. Nor void I tell you *why* that is.
It's one of those things that has just happened without me really realising it until I sit down and study the film, ya know?
Most wrestlers make these sorts of subtle moveset changes over the years. Even if they don't notice it.
Slightly cringing, I hear the impact of my opponent's back against the matting on the floor - courtesy of a snap suplex by me. A slight jolt running up my own spine at the same time.)
"That's one thing I can say I *don't* miss about high school wrestling at least. Those mats."
(Amelia looks across at me, as I return my expression to its usual stoic nature.)
Amelia: I'm guessing this is why you seemed in pain a lot of lunches?
(I tilt my head to her and nod.)
"It was."
---
(Back in the office, Bianca takes a sip of her lemon tea that was on the table to her right, attempting to at least relax. As much as she does enjoy combing through documentation like this - it does get tedious and tiring.
Especially when you've been doing it for the last 5 hours as she has.
Yet just like me, Bianca has a passion; a burning intensity for making sure every single detail is done to its optimum. She's just as meticulous as I am in ensuring that is the case. Might be one of the reasons we just 'clicked' as well as we did honestly.)
Bianca: Okay, I *think* that's everything sorted.
(Reviewing the last document. One pertaining to the severance agreement of the former X-Kore division's referee "Large Marge", she slightly smiles. Happy with how it is formatted, before placing it under the rest of the pile; neatly pushing the pile into a square as she pushes her seat back.)
Bianca: Finally.
---
(Back in the lounge room, the final match of the DVD has come to an end, causing me to stand up and walk to the DVD player. Pulling my DVD out; putting it into its case before putting the graduation concert DVD in and pushing play, then making my way back to my sofa.)
Chilli: Oh my god. Did I *really* look like that?
(I laugh, as Chilli moves her right hand to cover her face, having seen how 'geeky' she looks on the stage.)
"I thought it was kind of cute, actually."
(She looks at me, slightly smiling as Amelia continues watching. Trying to spot herself in the crowd. It is then that I hear Bianca's footsteps coming down the hall.)
"Hey, babe."
Bianca: Hey Scotty.
(She pivots her feet, walking into the lounge smiling.)
"You finished with the documents?"
Bianca: Yeah. Well, at least for today.
(I smile as she sits next to me, noticing the sight of the 'graduation concert' on the TV. Well, the intro to it either way.)
Bianca: Oh god ---
(I raise my eyebrow curiously. I didn't think the concert was *that* embarrassing. Well, no less embarrassing than my own one was. That's another story for another time though.)
"It's not *that* bad."
(Bianca looks at me, slightly placing her hand over my mouth.)
Bianca: Shhhhh.
(I laugh as she brings her hand off my mouth before I slightly wriggle to my right. On the screen, the opening act - from one of the kids in Larni's class whose name I cannot remember. Though the face is familiar. Chilli looks at him and curls her face into a smile, as he performs a short Irish dance on the stage.)
Chilli: Amelia, remember during rehearsals how he'd do his dance and then would catch a rubber in his left hand?
(Amelia laughs, as does Bianca.)
Amelia: Yeah. He made it look so easy. I was kinda jealous of him.
Bianca: I think we all were.
(The 3 of them smile, as I push myself up from my seat. Remembering that it was my night to check up on Lucina. Make sure she was still settled and relaxed.)
"Babe, I'm just gonna check on Lucina."
(Bianca nods at me, as I walk around the lounge room and into the hall, a soft breath leaving my mouth as I do.)
---
(In the hall, I smile to myself. If nothing else, this walk at least gives me some alone time. Time to think about; analyse my impending defence of the title that I hold. The key, to ensuring that the shrine's command is fulfilled. That purity is what comes forth within this realm.
Just as I always have.
Smiling, I hear the sound of the concert through the halls, softly laughing as the voice of Mr Sicari, our then-principal resonates within me. He always seemed to have his finger on the pulse of the climate.
Whether that was because he was required to, or because he wanted to come across as more relatable to us students, I dunno. Nor does it really matter in the grand scheme of things.)
"Ah, good old Sicari."
(Continuing my walk, I return my focus back to the task that awaits me at Showcase. The final show, before I produce Ophelia's finale at Injustice for all. Just as I said on Monday.)
"One week, Ophelia. One week until your demise. Your final tomb is sealed. And your body is left at the alter, the sacrificial lamb for those who wish to continue the purge. To ensure, that the poison runs dry; wrestling is returned to its pure state."
(I smile as I feel a soft smile curl across the left side of my face. It might be cold. It might be callous. But this is how it must be. This is what *they* have commanded. And it is what they shall receive. Pausing, I take another soft breath, as my mind flickers. Attempting to ensure that 'Zion' remains in his captivity. For as much as I know, he wishes to come out. As much as he desires the bloodshed I have foretold, this *isn't* his battle. This isn't the moment.)
~~'Come on. I know you desire for me to consume Ophelia. Just as they command.'~~
"No. This is *my* battle; mine alone. I need to do this, alone."
(My head pulsates, as I keep walking. Attempting to block out his words. Knowing that even giving them a singular thought, will enable him. Will fuel him.)
~~'Are you *really* able to drive the dagger into her throat? Are you strong enough to confess to your own abyss?~~
(I sigh. It failed. His words resonate within me, even as I pivot to the right; enter into Lucina's room. Taking another deep breath, I feel my body freeze up. Almost like a clam. His questions echoing inside of me.)
"Yes. I'm ready to ensure that the dagger pierces her veil."
(It is then, that he quells. As if to inform me that for now - he approves. As long as at Injustice for all, I follow through; *truly* bring about Ophelia's final moments.)
---
(The sounds of Sarsha's performance fill the air, as Bianca smiles. Remembering when he and Sarsha would practice the routine at her house after school. Oftentimes causing a racket that would cause the two of them to laugh in embarrassment. Concerned that Bianca's neighbours may call the police on them. Luckily, that never occurred.)
Bianca: At least she perfected it for the performance.
(Chilli smiles, as she looks over ay Bianca.)
Chilli: Didn't you and her do this together?
(Bianca shakes her head, but then slightly nods.)
Bianca: Yeah --- but only for practice. She just wanted me to help her learn the rhythm.
(Amelia smiles, interjecting.)
Amelia: Kind of like how Jane did with me, and you and Hayley did, Chilli.
Chilli: Did you have to remind me of that?
(Chilli slightly blushes, remembering how she and Hayley would often butcher their routine and look like inflatable men. Aimlessly waving their arms around.)
Chilli: God, so embarrassing. Even now.
(The 3 then return their focus to the TV, as Sarsha wraps her performance up with a cartwheel. Balancing herself perfectly so that her feet land on the edge of the stage, to raucous applause from the audience.)
Bianca: I think it's yours next, Amelia.
(Amelia sighs, as she walks up onto the stage. Giving Sarsha a hug as she does.)
Amelia: Yep.
---
(I make my way over to Lucina's cot, noticing her slightly stirring as I bend over; lift her up. I'm surprised she hadn't started crying yet, though usually, she doesn't until like an hour or so after waking up.)
"Hush my darling. Daddy's here to cure your ails."
(Cradling her, I smile as I sit down on the wooden chair next to the cot. My mind relaxing as I feel her in my arms.)
"Everything I do, I do for you. I want you to realise the light. The apple that you are to me and your mum. You truly are the reason we keep fighting. Striving to be greater as people, each and every day."
(Smiling, I allow my thoughts to slightly drift towards this week. This upcoming Showcase. The fact that I have one final deed to commit before I can focus entirely on Injustice for all.)
"Don't worry Lucina. Daddy will be okay. I told Bianca that the moment I returned - I was doing this to ensure you would be able to see wrestling for the temple it once was. The shrine, that it was always meant to remain as."
(I smile.)
"So far, I have done just that. I have stripped away their facade. Their mirage of backyard wrestling being the cultural wave; left it as nothing more than the smouldering ashes of a fallen kingdom."
(Pressing her softly against my chest, a burst of soft laughter floats from my mouth.)
"Which is why they hold hope. Faith in people who are nothing more than martyrs. Lambs to the slaughter, with the abyss craving their eternal screams. Their agony as they plunge."
(Hearing her soft heartbeat against my chest, I gently smile.)
"As they turn into nothing more than smouldering ash. The sacrifice made to fulfil the passage."
(I gently push myself up, placing Lucina back onto her cot before pivoting around. Making my way towards the door.)
"Just as your Brother did, Eddie. You remember that, right? The moment they were searching. Looking for someone to step up against Lucas. To give him the match he craved ---"
(I laugh, remembering that match all too well. Knowing that in a weird sort of way, Lucas and I were intertwined. That no matter what, we would be remembered upon the same cloth. Dating back to when we rode together on the independent scene.)
"He wanted to prove that the crown was his. That *he* was the one who burned brightest between us - yet he couldn't comprehend it. He couldn't figure out the puzzle of what that would entail. Of just what he needed to foresee, in order to claim his desired kingdom."
(I re-enter the wall and laugh. A slight burning sensation filling my eyes.)
"So he fell. Just as I told him he would. He wandered into the mire; couldn't devise his escape. Couldn't portray the picture of what was becoming."
---
(Bianca tilts her head around, feeling a soft tingle manifest inside of her mind.)
Bianca: Scott?
"Yeah."
(Breaking my train of thought, I answer. A soft smile crossing her lips.)
Bianca: How's Lucina?
"She's good. Woke up, but I calmed her down. She's in her cot."
Bianca: Alright, thanks, babe.
(She returns her focus to the TV.)
---
(I continue my walk, I softly smile. Attempting to regain my train of thought. The message I was sending prior to Bianca's question.)
"Ah, yes. I want you to think back to that night, Eddie. The night that would be your brother's final flickering dance. His opportunity to validate everything."
(I smirk, walking past the living room and towards our front door. The sounds of the TV radiating throughout the air. Opening the door, a jolt of air hits me as I maintain my smirk. My eyes, continuing to burn.)
"His chance, to bring about what he had claimed. Remember it. Remember just how much it meant to him. How focused; passionate he was in coming out on top. On attaining the crown I had designed. That I had put up, in order to entice him."
(Closing the door behind me, I calmly walk down our concrete path. The stars illuminating the night sky above.)
"And how ultimately, it just wasn't enough. How when the time came, he just couldn't finish the job. He wasn't able to reach the apex he desired."
(Stopping, I extend my arms out like a crucifix.)
"He just couldn't break the shackles."
(Pulling my arms back to me, I look out to the deathly silent streets. One of the few benefits of having to live in this property - at least for another two weeks, is that it's somewhat nestled away in the quietest part of town. Only 5 people besides us reside in this street, meaning for the most part - we have tranquillity.)
"Just as you shall be unable to this week when you step forth. Attempting to distinguish yourself. Make your name as more than a mere 'one-week-wonder'. As more than just a glimmering sparkle in the sands of time."
(I softly laugh, referring to Eddie's reign with the Youngblood title. A belt, that he held for as long as one would hold a cup of coffee. Yet at the same time, it is etched into the history books.
It is something that can *never* be taken away from him. It's etched into its own little capsule of time. Locked away in the hall of OPW history.)
"This is your chance to avenge your brother. Your opportunity to validate yourself. To step out from behind his shadow. From behind the shadows of your associates Quari and Gabriel. To finally reveal that you *can* stand on your own two feet."
(I smirk devilishly.)
"You and you alone, Eddie. This isn't about your issues with Insurgance; the 3rd wheel in this little charade. This isn't about your association with Gabriel and Quari and the implications those might play. This isn't even about *me* and the title. The kingdom I hold."
(Shaking my head, I allow the words to float into the air. Embed themselves in Eddie's mind.)
"We've done this dance before, Eddie. You should know the song I've been playing. The question is - can you stop the tune? Or will you fall into the same rhythm you have those times before?"
---
(Bianca stands up, having noticed my shadow outside, whilst she wanders over to the hallway. Heading towards the kitchen to make herself another cup of coffee. Amelia and Chili sit in their chairs, almost half asleep at this point. The concert, nothing more than background noise to them.)
Bianca: We should probably head to sleep soon --- after all, I have to be up at 5 to nake sure Sarsha gets the money I sent.
(She smiles, making her way down the hall, a soft yawn leaving her mouth.)
---
(The breeze continues hitting my body, as I smile. A figure of light, shrouded by darkness. The perfect metaphor for me and the wretched hell. The poison they call X-Kore. Yet this week, it's a different tale. This week, it is a triple threat - a stipulation that inherently calls for "extreme" elements, yet is not focused on such.
Ergo, it is a different philosophy to the one that had been peddled. Not that it will matter when Showcase rolls around - for I do not need weaponry to beat either one of these two. Nor do I need the parameters of triple threats to walk out still their PureKore champion.
For it is but an inevitability.)
"Enforcer. The 3rd wheel in this bout. The man who claims to be part of an insurgance. A takeover if you desire to call it that."
(I laugh. It's not like we haven't seen *this* done before. Factions coming in; promising to take over and control the company they are in. I've even been a part of a few of those in the past, myself.
Ultimately, egos *always* get in the way, no matter how much you wish to play pretend that your faction is different. That it won't play out that way. Laughing, I allow my eyes to soften their glow.)
"A task that shall only lead to futility and disappointment, once it all burns to the ground. Razed by the ones who called it forth. Left to rot, within the oasis of what it had claimed."
(I smirk, pivoting my feet around as if I'm on a catwalk. Ready to head back inside.)
"You see. You claim that you were promised the shot at this crown. The opportunity to be the next lamb to the slaughter, yet you cannot fathom what it entails.
What it truly means to have to stand in front of the shimmering mirror. Face the one who has you all figured out. Who has already devised a plan and several counter plans for anything you might wish to attempt."
(I raise my right hand to my head, tapping it lightly.)
"Somebody, who is merely foretelling you of your demise."
(I continue to walk, stopping in front of my door and laughing sadistically.)
"I know of your issues with Eddie. I know your focus shall be primarily on him, yet all that shall do - is lead you further into the cold embrace of your final breath. As your dreams slowly mould themselves into your own living nightmares."
(Placing my hand on the doorknob, I turn it clockwise before pushing it open.)
"That's unless you can figure out the answer. If you can truly comprehend what awaits you."
(I smile, closing the door as I head back into the living room.)
"For your sake, I hope you do - for it is the only thing that shall save you from what has been destined. From the blade that shall pierce you."
(Walking to my seat, I whisper.)
"I'll see both you and Eddie at Showcase."
(End.)
Location: Talladega, Alabama
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(Bianca sits alone inside the office at her apartment *well, technically my apartment but we split the deed*, looking over some of the contract files we have pertaining to various obligations we have. Whether those be taxes, relief packages for those affected by the 'COVID-19' mandated closure of our training facilities or other expenditures we have.
Especially those pertaining to severance payouts to the former X-Kore staff - something that I had told management I would personally take charge of, in return for them allowing us to terminate their contracts.
As head of the legal department, it falls onto her to refine the details. Usually, I'd be in this very office assisting her, however, right now, I'm in the loungeroom, hanging out with Amelia and Chilli.
Watching a DVD of my Year 10 wrestling highlights. Yeah, probably a little vain of me to do, but you know - there's *always* things one can learn from themselves. Even from back in high school.
Plus, there are really slim pickings when it comes to Television right now; we'll be watching the 'graduation concert' Chilli, Bianca and Amelia performed in after this. A trip down memory lane if you will.
Either way, Bianca keeps scanning through each piece of documentation, making sure *every* small detail is accurate. Or at least as accurate as they can be.
Gotta be airtight in this field, especially when astute eyes will be able to analyse; pick apart details of *any* contract you throw their way.)
Bianca: Argh.
(She slaps her right palm against the table, noticing that she had accidentally put $25,000 instead of $2,500 on one of the contracts we have with Millfield farms. It pertains to them sponsoring two of our smaller academies.
One in Baccus Marsh and the other in Hamilton.
Both smaller facilities *the Baccus Marsh one only trains like 15 people at most and the Hamilton one caps out at 40* but still important in terms of our infrastructure.
After all, these are still trainees of the Adams wrestling Academy after all. Luckily, this document is just a revision letter, so the issue is easily fixed. It's just frustrating to her that an error like that would slip by her.)
Bianca: I *really* should be more careful when typing these out. Luckily I caught it now and not after submitting it to Jane or Larni.
(She places it at the bottom of the pile, picking up the next piece of paper. Slightly laughing to herself as she does.)
Bianca: Dunno how *this* got in here. Scott must have accidentally put it in when he was sorting these.
(It's one of my old 'training journals' that I usually make before every match I complete in. Basically, a schedule/keynotes that I wish to hit on in that particular week. Bianca places it off to her left-hand side. Away from the other documents, so that it doesn't get mixed in with them a second time.)
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(In the lounge room, I sit on my sofa, pressed against the backrest; my focus completely on the TV. Jotting down notes inside of my head as I do. Amelia sits to my left, and Chilli to my right. Both just as focused on the TV, although neither of them is as immersed as I am. Obviously.)
"Might need to incorporate a little more of those armbars into my move pool. I've been slacking on that recently."
(I laugh to myself, slightly shaking my head. Admittedly, I don't use armbars as much as I did back in my high school days. Or even during the early stages of my career. Nor void I tell you *why* that is.
It's one of those things that has just happened without me really realising it until I sit down and study the film, ya know?
Most wrestlers make these sorts of subtle moveset changes over the years. Even if they don't notice it.
Slightly cringing, I hear the impact of my opponent's back against the matting on the floor - courtesy of a snap suplex by me. A slight jolt running up my own spine at the same time.)
"That's one thing I can say I *don't* miss about high school wrestling at least. Those mats."
(Amelia looks across at me, as I return my expression to its usual stoic nature.)
Amelia: I'm guessing this is why you seemed in pain a lot of lunches?
(I tilt my head to her and nod.)
"It was."
---
(Back in the office, Bianca takes a sip of her lemon tea that was on the table to her right, attempting to at least relax. As much as she does enjoy combing through documentation like this - it does get tedious and tiring.
Especially when you've been doing it for the last 5 hours as she has.
Yet just like me, Bianca has a passion; a burning intensity for making sure every single detail is done to its optimum. She's just as meticulous as I am in ensuring that is the case. Might be one of the reasons we just 'clicked' as well as we did honestly.)
Bianca: Okay, I *think* that's everything sorted.
(Reviewing the last document. One pertaining to the severance agreement of the former X-Kore division's referee "Large Marge", she slightly smiles. Happy with how it is formatted, before placing it under the rest of the pile; neatly pushing the pile into a square as she pushes her seat back.)
Bianca: Finally.
---
(Back in the lounge room, the final match of the DVD has come to an end, causing me to stand up and walk to the DVD player. Pulling my DVD out; putting it into its case before putting the graduation concert DVD in and pushing play, then making my way back to my sofa.)
Chilli: Oh my god. Did I *really* look like that?
(I laugh, as Chilli moves her right hand to cover her face, having seen how 'geeky' she looks on the stage.)
"I thought it was kind of cute, actually."
(She looks at me, slightly smiling as Amelia continues watching. Trying to spot herself in the crowd. It is then that I hear Bianca's footsteps coming down the hall.)
"Hey, babe."
Bianca: Hey Scotty.
(She pivots her feet, walking into the lounge smiling.)
"You finished with the documents?"
Bianca: Yeah. Well, at least for today.
(I smile as she sits next to me, noticing the sight of the 'graduation concert' on the TV. Well, the intro to it either way.)
Bianca: Oh god ---
(I raise my eyebrow curiously. I didn't think the concert was *that* embarrassing. Well, no less embarrassing than my own one was. That's another story for another time though.)
"It's not *that* bad."
(Bianca looks at me, slightly placing her hand over my mouth.)
Bianca: Shhhhh.
(I laugh as she brings her hand off my mouth before I slightly wriggle to my right. On the screen, the opening act - from one of the kids in Larni's class whose name I cannot remember. Though the face is familiar. Chilli looks at him and curls her face into a smile, as he performs a short Irish dance on the stage.)
Chilli: Amelia, remember during rehearsals how he'd do his dance and then would catch a rubber in his left hand?
(Amelia laughs, as does Bianca.)
Amelia: Yeah. He made it look so easy. I was kinda jealous of him.
Bianca: I think we all were.
(The 3 of them smile, as I push myself up from my seat. Remembering that it was my night to check up on Lucina. Make sure she was still settled and relaxed.)
"Babe, I'm just gonna check on Lucina."
(Bianca nods at me, as I walk around the lounge room and into the hall, a soft breath leaving my mouth as I do.)
---
(In the hall, I smile to myself. If nothing else, this walk at least gives me some alone time. Time to think about; analyse my impending defence of the title that I hold. The key, to ensuring that the shrine's command is fulfilled. That purity is what comes forth within this realm.
Just as I always have.
Smiling, I hear the sound of the concert through the halls, softly laughing as the voice of Mr Sicari, our then-principal resonates within me. He always seemed to have his finger on the pulse of the climate.
Whether that was because he was required to, or because he wanted to come across as more relatable to us students, I dunno. Nor does it really matter in the grand scheme of things.)
"Ah, good old Sicari."
(Continuing my walk, I return my focus back to the task that awaits me at Showcase. The final show, before I produce Ophelia's finale at Injustice for all. Just as I said on Monday.)
"One week, Ophelia. One week until your demise. Your final tomb is sealed. And your body is left at the alter, the sacrificial lamb for those who wish to continue the purge. To ensure, that the poison runs dry; wrestling is returned to its pure state."
(I smile as I feel a soft smile curl across the left side of my face. It might be cold. It might be callous. But this is how it must be. This is what *they* have commanded. And it is what they shall receive. Pausing, I take another soft breath, as my mind flickers. Attempting to ensure that 'Zion' remains in his captivity. For as much as I know, he wishes to come out. As much as he desires the bloodshed I have foretold, this *isn't* his battle. This isn't the moment.)
~~'Come on. I know you desire for me to consume Ophelia. Just as they command.'~~
"No. This is *my* battle; mine alone. I need to do this, alone."
(My head pulsates, as I keep walking. Attempting to block out his words. Knowing that even giving them a singular thought, will enable him. Will fuel him.)
~~'Are you *really* able to drive the dagger into her throat? Are you strong enough to confess to your own abyss?~~
(I sigh. It failed. His words resonate within me, even as I pivot to the right; enter into Lucina's room. Taking another deep breath, I feel my body freeze up. Almost like a clam. His questions echoing inside of me.)
"Yes. I'm ready to ensure that the dagger pierces her veil."
(It is then, that he quells. As if to inform me that for now - he approves. As long as at Injustice for all, I follow through; *truly* bring about Ophelia's final moments.)
---
(The sounds of Sarsha's performance fill the air, as Bianca smiles. Remembering when he and Sarsha would practice the routine at her house after school. Oftentimes causing a racket that would cause the two of them to laugh in embarrassment. Concerned that Bianca's neighbours may call the police on them. Luckily, that never occurred.)
Bianca: At least she perfected it for the performance.
(Chilli smiles, as she looks over ay Bianca.)
Chilli: Didn't you and her do this together?
(Bianca shakes her head, but then slightly nods.)
Bianca: Yeah --- but only for practice. She just wanted me to help her learn the rhythm.
(Amelia smiles, interjecting.)
Amelia: Kind of like how Jane did with me, and you and Hayley did, Chilli.
Chilli: Did you have to remind me of that?
(Chilli slightly blushes, remembering how she and Hayley would often butcher their routine and look like inflatable men. Aimlessly waving their arms around.)
Chilli: God, so embarrassing. Even now.
(The 3 then return their focus to the TV, as Sarsha wraps her performance up with a cartwheel. Balancing herself perfectly so that her feet land on the edge of the stage, to raucous applause from the audience.)
Bianca: I think it's yours next, Amelia.
(Amelia sighs, as she walks up onto the stage. Giving Sarsha a hug as she does.)
Amelia: Yep.
---
(I make my way over to Lucina's cot, noticing her slightly stirring as I bend over; lift her up. I'm surprised she hadn't started crying yet, though usually, she doesn't until like an hour or so after waking up.)
"Hush my darling. Daddy's here to cure your ails."
(Cradling her, I smile as I sit down on the wooden chair next to the cot. My mind relaxing as I feel her in my arms.)
"Everything I do, I do for you. I want you to realise the light. The apple that you are to me and your mum. You truly are the reason we keep fighting. Striving to be greater as people, each and every day."
(Smiling, I allow my thoughts to slightly drift towards this week. This upcoming Showcase. The fact that I have one final deed to commit before I can focus entirely on Injustice for all.)
"Don't worry Lucina. Daddy will be okay. I told Bianca that the moment I returned - I was doing this to ensure you would be able to see wrestling for the temple it once was. The shrine, that it was always meant to remain as."
(I smile.)
"So far, I have done just that. I have stripped away their facade. Their mirage of backyard wrestling being the cultural wave; left it as nothing more than the smouldering ashes of a fallen kingdom."
(Pressing her softly against my chest, a burst of soft laughter floats from my mouth.)
"Which is why they hold hope. Faith in people who are nothing more than martyrs. Lambs to the slaughter, with the abyss craving their eternal screams. Their agony as they plunge."
(Hearing her soft heartbeat against my chest, I gently smile.)
"As they turn into nothing more than smouldering ash. The sacrifice made to fulfil the passage."
(I gently push myself up, placing Lucina back onto her cot before pivoting around. Making my way towards the door.)
"Just as your Brother did, Eddie. You remember that, right? The moment they were searching. Looking for someone to step up against Lucas. To give him the match he craved ---"
(I laugh, remembering that match all too well. Knowing that in a weird sort of way, Lucas and I were intertwined. That no matter what, we would be remembered upon the same cloth. Dating back to when we rode together on the independent scene.)
"He wanted to prove that the crown was his. That *he* was the one who burned brightest between us - yet he couldn't comprehend it. He couldn't figure out the puzzle of what that would entail. Of just what he needed to foresee, in order to claim his desired kingdom."
(I re-enter the wall and laugh. A slight burning sensation filling my eyes.)
"So he fell. Just as I told him he would. He wandered into the mire; couldn't devise his escape. Couldn't portray the picture of what was becoming."
---
(Bianca tilts her head around, feeling a soft tingle manifest inside of her mind.)
Bianca: Scott?
"Yeah."
(Breaking my train of thought, I answer. A soft smile crossing her lips.)
Bianca: How's Lucina?
"She's good. Woke up, but I calmed her down. She's in her cot."
Bianca: Alright, thanks, babe.
(She returns her focus to the TV.)
---
(I continue my walk, I softly smile. Attempting to regain my train of thought. The message I was sending prior to Bianca's question.)
"Ah, yes. I want you to think back to that night, Eddie. The night that would be your brother's final flickering dance. His opportunity to validate everything."
(I smirk, walking past the living room and towards our front door. The sounds of the TV radiating throughout the air. Opening the door, a jolt of air hits me as I maintain my smirk. My eyes, continuing to burn.)
"His chance, to bring about what he had claimed. Remember it. Remember just how much it meant to him. How focused; passionate he was in coming out on top. On attaining the crown I had designed. That I had put up, in order to entice him."
(Closing the door behind me, I calmly walk down our concrete path. The stars illuminating the night sky above.)
"And how ultimately, it just wasn't enough. How when the time came, he just couldn't finish the job. He wasn't able to reach the apex he desired."
(Stopping, I extend my arms out like a crucifix.)
"He just couldn't break the shackles."
(Pulling my arms back to me, I look out to the deathly silent streets. One of the few benefits of having to live in this property - at least for another two weeks, is that it's somewhat nestled away in the quietest part of town. Only 5 people besides us reside in this street, meaning for the most part - we have tranquillity.)
"Just as you shall be unable to this week when you step forth. Attempting to distinguish yourself. Make your name as more than a mere 'one-week-wonder'. As more than just a glimmering sparkle in the sands of time."
(I softly laugh, referring to Eddie's reign with the Youngblood title. A belt, that he held for as long as one would hold a cup of coffee. Yet at the same time, it is etched into the history books.
It is something that can *never* be taken away from him. It's etched into its own little capsule of time. Locked away in the hall of OPW history.)
"This is your chance to avenge your brother. Your opportunity to validate yourself. To step out from behind his shadow. From behind the shadows of your associates Quari and Gabriel. To finally reveal that you *can* stand on your own two feet."
(I smirk devilishly.)
"You and you alone, Eddie. This isn't about your issues with Insurgance; the 3rd wheel in this little charade. This isn't about your association with Gabriel and Quari and the implications those might play. This isn't even about *me* and the title. The kingdom I hold."
(Shaking my head, I allow the words to float into the air. Embed themselves in Eddie's mind.)
"We've done this dance before, Eddie. You should know the song I've been playing. The question is - can you stop the tune? Or will you fall into the same rhythm you have those times before?"
---
(Bianca stands up, having noticed my shadow outside, whilst she wanders over to the hallway. Heading towards the kitchen to make herself another cup of coffee. Amelia and Chili sit in their chairs, almost half asleep at this point. The concert, nothing more than background noise to them.)
Bianca: We should probably head to sleep soon --- after all, I have to be up at 5 to nake sure Sarsha gets the money I sent.
(She smiles, making her way down the hall, a soft yawn leaving her mouth.)
---
(The breeze continues hitting my body, as I smile. A figure of light, shrouded by darkness. The perfect metaphor for me and the wretched hell. The poison they call X-Kore. Yet this week, it's a different tale. This week, it is a triple threat - a stipulation that inherently calls for "extreme" elements, yet is not focused on such.
Ergo, it is a different philosophy to the one that had been peddled. Not that it will matter when Showcase rolls around - for I do not need weaponry to beat either one of these two. Nor do I need the parameters of triple threats to walk out still their PureKore champion.
For it is but an inevitability.)
"Enforcer. The 3rd wheel in this bout. The man who claims to be part of an insurgance. A takeover if you desire to call it that."
(I laugh. It's not like we haven't seen *this* done before. Factions coming in; promising to take over and control the company they are in. I've even been a part of a few of those in the past, myself.
Ultimately, egos *always* get in the way, no matter how much you wish to play pretend that your faction is different. That it won't play out that way. Laughing, I allow my eyes to soften their glow.)
"A task that shall only lead to futility and disappointment, once it all burns to the ground. Razed by the ones who called it forth. Left to rot, within the oasis of what it had claimed."
(I smirk, pivoting my feet around as if I'm on a catwalk. Ready to head back inside.)
"You see. You claim that you were promised the shot at this crown. The opportunity to be the next lamb to the slaughter, yet you cannot fathom what it entails.
What it truly means to have to stand in front of the shimmering mirror. Face the one who has you all figured out. Who has already devised a plan and several counter plans for anything you might wish to attempt."
(I raise my right hand to my head, tapping it lightly.)
"Somebody, who is merely foretelling you of your demise."
(I continue to walk, stopping in front of my door and laughing sadistically.)
"I know of your issues with Eddie. I know your focus shall be primarily on him, yet all that shall do - is lead you further into the cold embrace of your final breath. As your dreams slowly mould themselves into your own living nightmares."
(Placing my hand on the doorknob, I turn it clockwise before pushing it open.)
"That's unless you can figure out the answer. If you can truly comprehend what awaits you."
(I smile, closing the door as I head back into the living room.)
"For your sake, I hope you do - for it is the only thing that shall save you from what has been destined. From the blade that shall pierce you."
(Walking to my seat, I whisper.)
"I'll see both you and Eddie at Showcase."
(End.)