The Story of Sunsets and Sunrises
Apr 12, 2020 10:22:59 GMT -5
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Post by scottyadams on Apr 12, 2020 10:22:59 GMT -5
Date: 10/4/2020
Location: Talladega, Alabama
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_The House should be ready to move into by Monday morning._
(Reading this causes a slight smile to curl up on my lips. We'll finally be able to return to Auburn and our home on Monday morning, despite Jayson assuming that he had destroyed the house or even forced a spanner into our plans. Then again, he probably has no clue who I am or the sorts of connections I have with various industries.
Not surprising, considering the fact that unlike a lot of people who hold the volume of connections I do - I'm not somebody who plays them up. Or really looks to mention them at all, if we're being totally honest here.
It's never been my style to play into that shit. I leave that to those who think flashiness and style *actually* gets you anywhere in this realm. Or even in life for that fact. It really doesn't.
Stroking my beard, I scroll down my messages, seeing if anything interesting has been sent my way. Especially during this time of crisis within the world. Nothing. Well, rather, nothing I hadn't already read, that is.
Though that's owing more to the fact that I check my messages consistently. Almost to the point where one would think I have OCD, more so than nobody messaging me.
Smirking to myself, I place my phone on the armrest of my seat, before pushing myself up; beginning to walk into the hall. Currently, Bianca and Amelia are both asleep, whilst Chilli's in her room, looking up at the lights.
Trying to remember her sister and the cherished times they shared. The emotions that flowed through her when she found put about her death - after all, she was the reason I met Joely in the first place.)
"She forgave me easier than I forgave myself for what occurred. For allowing them to take her from us."
(My eyes begin to glaze over as I remember her. Not a day goes by that I don't think about her honestly - it was supposed to be her. She was the one who was my true angel. The true light within my life. Yet I allowed her to fall. No matter how much I try to deny it.
No matter how emotionally strong I claim to be, it still eats away at me. Glancing forward, I feel a sense of blankness upon my face.
Almost as if I'm trapped in a trance. Lost within the realm of my own thoughts.)
"I know this is what she would have wanted me to do - I know that she would see the solace Bianca has given me. The realm in which I wonder."
(My eyes still glazed, I slightly look around. Trying to recalibrate me and remember that Joely's blessing. Her light is still flowing within me. A slight smile beginning to return to my lips, I continue walking.
Feeling my mind begin to clear. My focus begins to return to the tasks at hand as I stop to look at a picture within a glimmering silver frame.
One that Georgia painted for me in August of last year, of a sunset's reflection on a river. The light radiating off it, as the warmth of the pastels emits itself within my body.
A reminder that every sun at some point has to set. Irrespective of how much we desire it to continue being a beacon of light.)
"Just like my PureKore title reign. Every sun has its setting moments, I am aware of that. But each sunset brings about a new lunar rising."
(Pivoting myself, I smile as I resume my walk, finally reaching the front door. I know I haven't told Bianca where I am going, but I know she needs her sleep. Plus, she'll more than likely understand what I am doing regardless - she's always been that way.
Especially with how much has been on my plate lately; will continue to be as the cleansing continues. As the purge continues its passage, the waves crashing further down upon OPW. No. Upon the industry as a whole.)
---
(Sitting atop an empty, freshly painted bench, I glance out to the vast; vacant parkland surrounding me. Letting the crisp, cool air fill my lungs with every breath. It's been a while since I've been able to do this.
Just look out at my surroundings; escape with the breeze encapsulating my body. It's these sorts of moments that make me appreciate things more. That made me realise, just how far I have wandered through this realm.)
"Sometimes, it is the simple things that make you appreciate where you truly stand."
(I let a soft breath leave my lips, as I simply look around. The trees, swaying in the distance as the birds fly ahead, chirping. To them, it's just like any other day. They are blissfully ignorant of the landscape of this world.
To the crisis that is surrounding us - that we are forced to confront, as much as we too wish we could be just like them. Tranquil and without a care for the landscape. Able to fly free without consequence.)
"It enables you to truly reflect on who you are. What you have designed."
(Smiling, I glance across at a small bundle of sticks in the distance. The remnants of what was once a cubbyhouse, designed by the children that once frequented this park, however, are now all within the safety. The comfort of their own homes. Just like the rest of us.)
"Even more so when we are in a state of crisis. Attempting to ensure we do what is best for society as a whole."
(Pushing myself up, I slowly begin to walk through the parkland. Under normal circumstances, I would have been doing this three to four times a week, as a means to simply clear my mind. However, due to the current lockdowns in place, this is the first time I've been out there in a month. Feeling the breeze, I allow myself a burst of soft laughter.)
"To some, this would put wrestling on the backburner. It would shutter, just like the world around us has. Yet at the same time, this is the *only* escape rope that some people have. Their only means to retain sanity during this crisis."
(My voice drifting off to the distance, I feel a soft glimmer in my eye.)
"*That* is why we are here. That is why I fight to retain the shrine. To ensure that the purity is what emits itself throughout this realm."
(My feet crunching the grass beneath me, I begin to make my way towards the opposite side of the park. The sounds of nature the only thing keeping me comfort. Just the way I desire for it to be.)
"Some might point to the fact that I have won. That soon, X-Kore will be no more, as we enter the passage of the PureBlood championship. That the poison has been expunged. Yet they are the ones who fail to comprehend the concept of purity. Or even the concept of war."
(Continuing to walk, I visualise a spartan style battleground surrounding me, with bodies strewn everywhere. Broken and defeated as I glance around.)
"For removing the name X-Kore and stripping it from its roots was merely the beginning. It was always the first stanza. The first battle that had to be won."
(Continuing to look around, I visualise blood streaming throughout the field as I kneel down. Gently placing my left hand atop the ground.)
"It was merely what needed to be set. The casualties are what needed to occur in order for the wheel to be set into motion. That is what they don't understand. That is what they cannot see."
(Allowing the hypothetical blood to keep flowing, I hear the sound of trumpets playing. A 'call to arms' of sorts as a slightly devious smile creeps across my face. The next stanza. The next phase of this strike is ready to be initiated.)
"All troops, report to your battle stations immediately."
(My voice similar to that of a general, I smirk as I push myself upwards, beginning to make my way through the crowd. Preparing to set the plan into motion. Ready to engage.)
"Jayson Violence and Ophelia Pain. They are the 2 anointed ones. The 2, charged with ensuring that X-Kore retains some semblance of life among our sanctuary. Just as Jose Sanchez once was. Just as Eddie Havok and Enforcer had been before they were laid before me. Left within their own shell."
(I feel my body start to pulsate, as my mind flickers between the spartan backdrop and that of reality; my route across the empty parkland. Yet I'm locked in. Focused on the war general I am currently portraying.)
"I know the 2 of you are close. I know the 2 of you are going to try and ensure I am the first to fall so that you can view among yourselves for my crown. For the kingdom; the right to say you were the first emissary of change. I expect that and if I were in your shoes, I'd be doing the exact same thing."
(I laugh slightly, as I picture a scroll within my hands. One in the fashion of the dossiers I have on each and every person that steps up against me. Hoping that they can be the one. That they are the one to bring about my demise.
As I have always stated, meticulous and thorough planning is my identity. It's what I have *always* been known for. Nothing comes as a surprise to me when it comes to the ring. Glancing down, I scan through this scroll, before smirking to myself.)
"It's the nature of war. If you have an ally. Somebody you know will at least temporarily help you advance toward your goal, you'd be a fool to deny them. For the aim is to achieve the crown.
To be the one to successfully unseat the king. The one who is guarding what you desire. Any tools that assist with that only serve to make your job easier. Kind of like a back-scratching service."
(Reaching the carpark, I scan around. Visualising it as an armoury. Filled with tanks and guns, all stocked and ready to fire. As well as the old; reliable sword and shields that are commonplace.)
"The question now becomes: will you be able to supplant the king? Or will you be blinded? Will you fall into the rabbit hole of lust? The desire to claim the gold for yourself?"
(I smirk demonically, allowing a gentle glow to appear within my hazel irises.)
"To the 2 of you, the gold is your endgame. It is what you desire more than anything. It is the.validation you crave that your purpose has been fulfilled. You *need* the gold to hold your value. I don't. This has never been about gold. The title to me. For the belt is merely another cog. Another piece within the greater picture. Within the overarching design."
(Feeling myself contort into a devilish expression, I allow a soft yet chilling laugh to float from my lips. That is what they have never understood. This belt to me is merely a device. A tool that I can manipulate just like a marionette, to the desires of the shrine. Whilst to Violence and Pain, it is their crutch. They are desperate for the title to be within their grasp.
For should they fail, it will be the stain they cannot erase.
The failure that shall fester within them. Knowing that they just weren't enough. Walking towards one of the 'tanks', I glance across at a gun affixed to the wall. A SIG MPX 9mm Pistol. Ready for me to grasp - yet also knowing that now is not the time. That it is merely another piece of the grander puzzle.)
"Just as it always has been."
(Stepping inside the 'tank', my mind returns to reality, where I have opened the driver's side door of; stepped into my car. Ready to head back home.)
"Remember that, as your mind slowly fades. You were merely the pieces to the puzzle. The cogs, required to fuel the commencement of the next stanza."
(I then drive off, smiling wryly.)
---
(Sitting back in my living room, I once again glanced down at my phone. Noticing a message from Imogen.)
**You want me to fulfil the deed?**
(Smiling, I silently nod to myself. I knew she'd be the right port of call for this act. She always is. Just as she had been with the letter.)
**Yes.**
(Clicking 'Send', I look up, knowing that soon - the clock will strike and the sun will rise upon the next stanza. The key will glisten begore my eyes.)
"Whenever one sun sets, another rises. This is both the ending and the beginning. Wrapped into a neat little bow."
(Leaning back within my chair, I let out a deep sigh. Just as Bianca glances across at me, having woken up and prepared breakfast while I was out.)
Bianca: Your breakfast is in the microwave, hun.
"Thanks."
(I softly grin, leaning across and placing a kiss on her cheek. She returns the kiss, before gently looking at me.)
Bianca: None needed.
(I smile.)
"Ophelia, Jayson - Your last supper awaits you at Injustice for All. Your moments are about to expire."
(Bianca looks at the TV, my words slightly flowing through the air as I glance over at the window. Imagining the sunrise I had spoken about.)
"See you there."
(End.)
Location: Talladega, Alabama
---
_The House should be ready to move into by Monday morning._
(Reading this causes a slight smile to curl up on my lips. We'll finally be able to return to Auburn and our home on Monday morning, despite Jayson assuming that he had destroyed the house or even forced a spanner into our plans. Then again, he probably has no clue who I am or the sorts of connections I have with various industries.
Not surprising, considering the fact that unlike a lot of people who hold the volume of connections I do - I'm not somebody who plays them up. Or really looks to mention them at all, if we're being totally honest here.
It's never been my style to play into that shit. I leave that to those who think flashiness and style *actually* gets you anywhere in this realm. Or even in life for that fact. It really doesn't.
Stroking my beard, I scroll down my messages, seeing if anything interesting has been sent my way. Especially during this time of crisis within the world. Nothing. Well, rather, nothing I hadn't already read, that is.
Though that's owing more to the fact that I check my messages consistently. Almost to the point where one would think I have OCD, more so than nobody messaging me.
Smirking to myself, I place my phone on the armrest of my seat, before pushing myself up; beginning to walk into the hall. Currently, Bianca and Amelia are both asleep, whilst Chilli's in her room, looking up at the lights.
Trying to remember her sister and the cherished times they shared. The emotions that flowed through her when she found put about her death - after all, she was the reason I met Joely in the first place.)
"She forgave me easier than I forgave myself for what occurred. For allowing them to take her from us."
(My eyes begin to glaze over as I remember her. Not a day goes by that I don't think about her honestly - it was supposed to be her. She was the one who was my true angel. The true light within my life. Yet I allowed her to fall. No matter how much I try to deny it.
No matter how emotionally strong I claim to be, it still eats away at me. Glancing forward, I feel a sense of blankness upon my face.
Almost as if I'm trapped in a trance. Lost within the realm of my own thoughts.)
"I know this is what she would have wanted me to do - I know that she would see the solace Bianca has given me. The realm in which I wonder."
(My eyes still glazed, I slightly look around. Trying to recalibrate me and remember that Joely's blessing. Her light is still flowing within me. A slight smile beginning to return to my lips, I continue walking.
Feeling my mind begin to clear. My focus begins to return to the tasks at hand as I stop to look at a picture within a glimmering silver frame.
One that Georgia painted for me in August of last year, of a sunset's reflection on a river. The light radiating off it, as the warmth of the pastels emits itself within my body.
A reminder that every sun at some point has to set. Irrespective of how much we desire it to continue being a beacon of light.)
"Just like my PureKore title reign. Every sun has its setting moments, I am aware of that. But each sunset brings about a new lunar rising."
(Pivoting myself, I smile as I resume my walk, finally reaching the front door. I know I haven't told Bianca where I am going, but I know she needs her sleep. Plus, she'll more than likely understand what I am doing regardless - she's always been that way.
Especially with how much has been on my plate lately; will continue to be as the cleansing continues. As the purge continues its passage, the waves crashing further down upon OPW. No. Upon the industry as a whole.)
---
(Sitting atop an empty, freshly painted bench, I glance out to the vast; vacant parkland surrounding me. Letting the crisp, cool air fill my lungs with every breath. It's been a while since I've been able to do this.
Just look out at my surroundings; escape with the breeze encapsulating my body. It's these sorts of moments that make me appreciate things more. That made me realise, just how far I have wandered through this realm.)
"Sometimes, it is the simple things that make you appreciate where you truly stand."
(I let a soft breath leave my lips, as I simply look around. The trees, swaying in the distance as the birds fly ahead, chirping. To them, it's just like any other day. They are blissfully ignorant of the landscape of this world.
To the crisis that is surrounding us - that we are forced to confront, as much as we too wish we could be just like them. Tranquil and without a care for the landscape. Able to fly free without consequence.)
"It enables you to truly reflect on who you are. What you have designed."
(Smiling, I glance across at a small bundle of sticks in the distance. The remnants of what was once a cubbyhouse, designed by the children that once frequented this park, however, are now all within the safety. The comfort of their own homes. Just like the rest of us.)
"Even more so when we are in a state of crisis. Attempting to ensure we do what is best for society as a whole."
(Pushing myself up, I slowly begin to walk through the parkland. Under normal circumstances, I would have been doing this three to four times a week, as a means to simply clear my mind. However, due to the current lockdowns in place, this is the first time I've been out there in a month. Feeling the breeze, I allow myself a burst of soft laughter.)
"To some, this would put wrestling on the backburner. It would shutter, just like the world around us has. Yet at the same time, this is the *only* escape rope that some people have. Their only means to retain sanity during this crisis."
(My voice drifting off to the distance, I feel a soft glimmer in my eye.)
"*That* is why we are here. That is why I fight to retain the shrine. To ensure that the purity is what emits itself throughout this realm."
(My feet crunching the grass beneath me, I begin to make my way towards the opposite side of the park. The sounds of nature the only thing keeping me comfort. Just the way I desire for it to be.)
"Some might point to the fact that I have won. That soon, X-Kore will be no more, as we enter the passage of the PureBlood championship. That the poison has been expunged. Yet they are the ones who fail to comprehend the concept of purity. Or even the concept of war."
(Continuing to walk, I visualise a spartan style battleground surrounding me, with bodies strewn everywhere. Broken and defeated as I glance around.)
"For removing the name X-Kore and stripping it from its roots was merely the beginning. It was always the first stanza. The first battle that had to be won."
(Continuing to look around, I visualise blood streaming throughout the field as I kneel down. Gently placing my left hand atop the ground.)
"It was merely what needed to be set. The casualties are what needed to occur in order for the wheel to be set into motion. That is what they don't understand. That is what they cannot see."
(Allowing the hypothetical blood to keep flowing, I hear the sound of trumpets playing. A 'call to arms' of sorts as a slightly devious smile creeps across my face. The next stanza. The next phase of this strike is ready to be initiated.)
"All troops, report to your battle stations immediately."
(My voice similar to that of a general, I smirk as I push myself upwards, beginning to make my way through the crowd. Preparing to set the plan into motion. Ready to engage.)
"Jayson Violence and Ophelia Pain. They are the 2 anointed ones. The 2, charged with ensuring that X-Kore retains some semblance of life among our sanctuary. Just as Jose Sanchez once was. Just as Eddie Havok and Enforcer had been before they were laid before me. Left within their own shell."
(I feel my body start to pulsate, as my mind flickers between the spartan backdrop and that of reality; my route across the empty parkland. Yet I'm locked in. Focused on the war general I am currently portraying.)
"I know the 2 of you are close. I know the 2 of you are going to try and ensure I am the first to fall so that you can view among yourselves for my crown. For the kingdom; the right to say you were the first emissary of change. I expect that and if I were in your shoes, I'd be doing the exact same thing."
(I laugh slightly, as I picture a scroll within my hands. One in the fashion of the dossiers I have on each and every person that steps up against me. Hoping that they can be the one. That they are the one to bring about my demise.
As I have always stated, meticulous and thorough planning is my identity. It's what I have *always* been known for. Nothing comes as a surprise to me when it comes to the ring. Glancing down, I scan through this scroll, before smirking to myself.)
"It's the nature of war. If you have an ally. Somebody you know will at least temporarily help you advance toward your goal, you'd be a fool to deny them. For the aim is to achieve the crown.
To be the one to successfully unseat the king. The one who is guarding what you desire. Any tools that assist with that only serve to make your job easier. Kind of like a back-scratching service."
(Reaching the carpark, I scan around. Visualising it as an armoury. Filled with tanks and guns, all stocked and ready to fire. As well as the old; reliable sword and shields that are commonplace.)
"The question now becomes: will you be able to supplant the king? Or will you be blinded? Will you fall into the rabbit hole of lust? The desire to claim the gold for yourself?"
(I smirk demonically, allowing a gentle glow to appear within my hazel irises.)
"To the 2 of you, the gold is your endgame. It is what you desire more than anything. It is the.validation you crave that your purpose has been fulfilled. You *need* the gold to hold your value. I don't. This has never been about gold. The title to me. For the belt is merely another cog. Another piece within the greater picture. Within the overarching design."
(Feeling myself contort into a devilish expression, I allow a soft yet chilling laugh to float from my lips. That is what they have never understood. This belt to me is merely a device. A tool that I can manipulate just like a marionette, to the desires of the shrine. Whilst to Violence and Pain, it is their crutch. They are desperate for the title to be within their grasp.
For should they fail, it will be the stain they cannot erase.
The failure that shall fester within them. Knowing that they just weren't enough. Walking towards one of the 'tanks', I glance across at a gun affixed to the wall. A SIG MPX 9mm Pistol. Ready for me to grasp - yet also knowing that now is not the time. That it is merely another piece of the grander puzzle.)
"Just as it always has been."
(Stepping inside the 'tank', my mind returns to reality, where I have opened the driver's side door of; stepped into my car. Ready to head back home.)
"Remember that, as your mind slowly fades. You were merely the pieces to the puzzle. The cogs, required to fuel the commencement of the next stanza."
(I then drive off, smiling wryly.)
---
(Sitting back in my living room, I once again glanced down at my phone. Noticing a message from Imogen.)
**You want me to fulfil the deed?**
(Smiling, I silently nod to myself. I knew she'd be the right port of call for this act. She always is. Just as she had been with the letter.)
**Yes.**
(Clicking 'Send', I look up, knowing that soon - the clock will strike and the sun will rise upon the next stanza. The key will glisten begore my eyes.)
"Whenever one sun sets, another rises. This is both the ending and the beginning. Wrapped into a neat little bow."
(Leaning back within my chair, I let out a deep sigh. Just as Bianca glances across at me, having woken up and prepared breakfast while I was out.)
Bianca: Your breakfast is in the microwave, hun.
"Thanks."
(I softly grin, leaning across and placing a kiss on her cheek. She returns the kiss, before gently looking at me.)
Bianca: None needed.
(I smile.)
"Ophelia, Jayson - Your last supper awaits you at Injustice for All. Your moments are about to expire."
(Bianca looks at the TV, my words slightly flowing through the air as I glance over at the window. Imagining the sunrise I had spoken about.)
"See you there."
(End.)