Sah'ta Thor: Sorry just want to say I had some IRL stuff happen the last few days. I will get results up not that there is any mystery to them based on the turn out. I will figure it all out over the next couple of days.
Aug 17, 2018 0:41:02 GMT -5
Black Man/Norman D Gates: I know your trying to do the admirable thing here Thor, but I would say just let the place go on hiatus until Rissi wants to come back... if he ever wants to.
Aug 17, 2018 7:17:15 GMT -5
Lord Raab: Secretly, I did have plans to bring Lord Raab's twin brother here as he's so interested in capturing the Junior Heavyweight title.
Aug 20, 2018 19:16:16 GMT -5
Savannah: Was planning on having Sav come back- for Thor, mind you, She thinks this place is dead but if he's going to fight...
Aug 21, 2018 0:16:16 GMT -5
Zoe McDraven: *pours one out for EHWF*
Sept 17, 2018 20:22:23 GMT -5
Post by Zoe McDraven on Jul 16, 2018 22:26:51 GMT -5
one day you'll hear this song
and understand that all along there's something more that i'm trying to say. oh, harry. oh, harry. why can't you see what you're doing to me.
----- The scene slowly fades in from black, becoming a rather busy and active business front at about noon time, made evident by the sun shining bright above in the sky. Young kids with their parents push their way through the door, followed by a few teenagers looking for something to do with their summer vacation time while they still had it. The outside was decorated in bright colors and images of cookies and candy swirling around the business name sitting in the window. It seemed to be a popular place to go, as people were coming and going at random intervals. The people that left were smiling, holding a bag of whatever sugary confections that they had picked out for themselves. The camera crew continues to watch the store front for a few minutes longer before the view shifts to the right as a figure comes walking up, dressed simply.
Her dark hair was tied tightly behind her head and sunglasses were settled over her eyes. She turned her head slightly to the left, catching the camera crew filming her, watching her, and she waved before turning back, knowing that they would follow her inside. She took a brief moment to glance up at the brightly colored storefront and the pictures decorating it, the various displays of goodies inside that were available to purchase. This made her smile, that one that a kid gets knowing that something good is to come. A hand reaches forward and opens the door, stepping inside as she holds it open for a few kids and their parents, and of course the camera crew following behind her. Instantly, as you step inside, your nose fills with the smell of various sweet smelling candies and chocolates, along with the perfumes of a few of the workers and parents that are wandering around. Registers were ringing as purchases were made and people left the store. The place was quite popular during the summer, what with all of the kids not having to be in school for another couple of months. It was a place Zoe could wander around in and be at peace for a while, chit chatting with the random parent that crossed her path or helping a kid find a particular candy of some kind. It was the complete antithisis to the darkness that clouded some people.
She didn’t want to fall down that path of darkness, she thought, scooping out a bunch of nerds and throwing them into a plastic bag held tightly into her hand. A few more were put in before a tie was added to it, securing her bounty. Going down that path meant nothing good would ever come out of it. All it was, was despair, empty bottles, empty cans, and despair with no end in sight. She was happy with where things were going right now, and she really didn’t want to look back on what used to be once upon a time.
“Man I love this place. A little gem in this town that I’ve come to love for many years. I was never taken here as a child. I found it as a teenager, exploring during one of my many summer breaks. I haven’t stopped coming here. Faces change, but the atmosphere is the same, and that’s what I will always love.”
Zoe spreads her arms wide, candy dangling from one clenched hand as she invites the camera to pan around and take in what was there so she wouldn’t have to describe every detail to the audience that would eventually be watching what she was doing and saying. Everything about her demeanor was screaming that she was feeling better about how things were going, and that she was ready for everything that was coming for her. She wasn’t sinking into the depths and surrounding herself in darkness, she was embracing the faults and improving how she could. She may be 2-0 but she was riding a high that made her laugh at the prospect of the future.
“I’m feeling good right now, can’t you tell? I’m bouncing around like I’m on...a literal sugar high so to speak. I’ve got a couple of wins under my belt and things are turning around for me. I kinda wish they wouldn’t run it like some Goldberg thing, because I don’t want to disappoint if I were to lose. If I do lose, I’m not gonna go hide in some dark, dank house cluttered with junk and moan about how shit wasn’t going my way and I have to take something to make myself feel ‘normal’ again. I’ma own up to whatever happened and keep on going, keep on fighting and being the best that I can be.”
She grabs a basket, putting the few things she’s collected in it and keeps walking and talking as she goes, throwing a smile back at the camera every so often, trying to tempt the guy behind it with something, laughing when he shook his head.
“I’m sure that my previous opponents that I’ve beaten to get to this 2-0 status are off somewhere licking their wounds and trying to figure out where it all went wrong when they got in the ring with me. Even me, when I was at my lowest point, had to step back, heal up, and figure out where I was going to go and how I was going to bring myself back from the proverbial darkness without losing my soul to it. I had to change, I had to go back to the beginning and quit blaming others for my mistakes. I had to *be* better, be the person that everyone had come to know me as, whether I was good or bad. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be anywhere near a ring, living my dream. I’d be doing something else, watching opportunities pass me by, opportunities that I should have earned had I been performing like I should.”
ZOe nodded, almost to herself.
“I don’t hate on either of those guys that I beat. I had to do what I had to do to succeed and move on. Which brings me in question to the dark little cloud in the room, my opponent at Meltdown, Red Dragon. He’s an interesting sort, I tell ya. Sitting in his broken house of dreams, amongst the scattered pill bottles that lie empty because he thought that his answer to his problems lie at the bottom of each and every one.
Tell me, dear Red, did you find your answer? Did the pills quiet the voices that spoke in your head of what a failure you are. How you failed to take out Oliver Black, a champion, and how you failed to get Astrid to join you to attack him? That word *failure* must be ringing in your head like a damn bell right now. Over and over, getting louder and louder as the meds wear off. You tried to get someone to help you with your issues, and you FAILED. You tried to do it yourself, and you FAILED.
And you still sit and bitch about your issues. You tried to avoid excuses, but you’re just running back to them to look for an answer as to why you aren’t getting anywhere at the moment. Let it out into the open instead of bottling them up man.
I did the excuse thing, I owned up to my mistakes, every single one, and vowed to never fall back into that excuse ridden pool of disgusting muck ever again. I don’t want to do that, to fall down that dark path, to be...you! Sitting there with your emo attitude, your...everything. Idle threats, empty promises, all of it. You are the last thing I want to turn into.”
She stood at the back, amongst some suckers, shaking her head.
“The fans have stuck by me since the days of newERA, and have been true believers in every sense of the word. I walk out there, and perform. Shine bright, and push the limits every single time. The future isn’t set in stone, it continually changes, and I welcome what those changes are. But you can sit there and not care about a damn word I say, which you have clearly made apparent.
Frankly I don’t care, because I’m going to keep doing this. I’m going to keep talking because it does everything to throw you off your game and piss you off that I’m not backing down and running away in terror from the supposed ‘boogeyman’, Red Dragon.”
She tilts her head slightly, glaring daggers at the camera.
“Samson has every bit of faith in me that I will deliver the best show that those fans deserve. I don’t come in here and spew bullshit, I come in here speaking truth, and I will jam it in your face until your on the ground watching me pin your ass for the 3 count. I’m young, but I am by no means stupid, and I SURE as hell ain’t gonna run back home to mom and dad screaming like an idiot. I’m gonna stand here, or in this case, stand in that ring across from you and stare you straight in your dead little eyes, showing that I’m not going anywhere, that I’m not scared, and I will hurt you.
I’ve had people threaten me, threaten to end my career, put me on the shelf, all of that jazz.
Guess what? I’m still FUCKING HERE! I’m not so spineless as to get scared of empty idle threats from a man who has to take pills to feel somewhat normal. You wanna try and hit me with that femur wrapped with barbed wire? Good, go for it. I’ll bring my favorite toy, and we’ll have ourselves a contest to see who can swing the hardest. I have a feeling I’ll win. I mean really, who brings a bone to an ass kicking contest? Really.
You know what I think of your options?
I’m not gonna run, I’m not gonna hide. I’m gonna bring my sledgehammer, and I’m gonna mock you with it, wave it in your stupid face because honestly, you aren’t gonna even come close to kicking my ass, tearing me apart with your hands, listening to me scream and watching me writh in pain all over that mat. You just want to erase the stain of your losses and your mistakes with my defeat. YOu want me out of the way so you can feel better about yourself Red.
Ain’t gonna happen.
I’m running full steam into the nightmare, to you. I’ll fight you in a cage, in a street fight, wherever and show you what real pride, what being a real person who doesn’t back down from anything is all about. I won’t use excuses like you when you lose and I win. I won’t drown in my own self pity, you will but I will see you bleed all over that mat if I have to, because I am the master of my own future and you have no part in that future. Bring the thunder, bring the blood and the nightmares, attack me with your delusions of hurting me, because I will turn it all back on you ten fold.
I will make you...believe.” -----
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