Post by Ana Somnia on Jun 13, 2022 23:17:21 GMT -5
IV.
“STRUGGLE, SUCCEED, REWIND, AND REPEAT”
A BEACH IN ARUBA.
FRIDAY, JUNE 10th.
1:37 p.m.
“STRUGGLE, SUCCEED, REWIND, AND REPEAT”
A BEACH IN ARUBA.
FRIDAY, JUNE 10th.
1:37 p.m.
We arrive on a warm beach here in Aruba. We are a little over twenty-four hours away from the BRUTAL OASIS pay-per-view, but the number one contender to the EHWF Global Championship ANA SOMNIA is nonetheless hard at work, training on a beach not too far from where she will fight for the title tomorrow. She is clad in a black pair of Reebok Russia training shorts, a black Reebok Russia sports bra, a black weighted vest, and a black W.C.A. FIGHT CLUB beanie to keep her hair out of her field of view.
She finishes dragging a large, weighted sled across the beach and tears the weighted vest off, dropping it onto a chair beside the lounge chair she swings herself down upon. She reaches into a bag next to the vest and pulls out a bottle of water, which she twists open and takes a number of swigs from before placing it back into the bag and wiping residual water from her lips. The sun shines off of the thin sheen of sweat gripping her skin as she slides back into the chair to rest more comfortably upon a red towel. Our camera settles into position looking at her square-on, though her attention is somewhere off-camera along the shore. When her gaze shifts to our camera, however, the foreboding ferocity in her demeanor is chilling.
“Success is not goal,” she states somewhat simply. “Success is byproduct. This is byproduct of work, byproduct of strategy, and byproduct of ends justifying means. To have success, you must endure. You cannot tire, you cannot rest, you cannot acquiesce. You must bite down and fight until those who oppose you are dead... or you are.” Ana nods her head as if confirming her sentiments to herself. “But my opponent tomorrow night, she cannot endure. She tires of thinking of Ana Somnia— these are her words, not mine. Remi Skyfire is tired of Ana Somnia. This is nothing more than further proof her win over me was fluke. This is nothing more than further proof she cannot and will not survive our second battle.” Stabbing an extended index finger downward, Somnia smirks. “Her undeserved reign with my title is only in infancy, and yet she is already whining like petulant child. She is already desperate for chance to breathe outside reach of my grip. She has yet to learn truth: nothing exists outside my reach.” Shaking her head, Ana looks off along the shore again for a moment before wiping sweat from her brow. “Instead of cutting teeth and forging herself into superior fighter, she is content to complain and offer focus to those to who do not matter. As long as she wears my title around her waist? As long as she postures and pretends she is company’s top fighter? Target on her back will only grow greater in size.” Ana gestures openly with her hand. “Real champions would not rest on limited laurels. Real champions would not rest until they are what I have only ever been: Undisputed. But Remi Skyfire is no real champion. And even if she were? A real champion is still not on same level as Ana Somnia. But I will give her what she wants. I will give her what she needs.”
“I will give her this rest she is so desperate for.”
“In only three months,” continues the War Whisperer. “Remi Skyfire has led EHWF to same stagnation and mediocrity I rescued this company from two and a half years ago. This means EHWF is not only one who needs me to reclaim my title. I am not only one who needs me to reclaim my title. Remi Skyfire herself needs me to reclaim my title.” Her eyes narrow, her upper lip curling slightly in contempt. “Because, you see… she knows as well as I do, as well as everyone does… she is unfit to wear championship. She is unfit to defend championship, let alone fight for this in first place. She is unfit to lead company, unfit to lead sport. She is only fit to have her corpse form foundation of new empire I will build for future of Chaos, future of company, of sport.” The Devil Herself does what she can to suppress the disdain dampening her demeanor, but she soon pivots to continue her diabolical diatribe anyway. “She says she knows who and what she is. She says she knows her limits. But I know who and what she is, too. I know her limits. This is how I know she will not leave this island with my title still around her undeserving waist. This is how I know she will only leave this island in WOOD BOX! Because this is what happens when you allow yourself to believe you are ever going to be safe from Devil Herself. This is what happens when you allow delusions of grandeur to dictate thoughts, words, actions... This… is what happens when you would rather pander to scum in audience than do work necessary to elevate championship, brand, company, and sport.” Ana hocks a loogie somewhere off-camera with a disgusted scowl on her otherwise sultry visage. “So savor attention you are given, сука. Give Allison one last kiss goodnight. Because neither can join you in grave.” Ana swings her legs around and coils herself from a seated position, reaching over to retrieve her weighted vest again. As she prepares to return to her feet, she smirks into the camera. “And while you get affairs in order, I will continue to do work of champions. So when we stand face-to-face again, Skyfire? I will look at you and I will see fraud you are; you will look at me and you will see end of your reign, of your career, of your life. Because when you step into ring with Undisputed? When you step into ring with true EHWF Global Champion? When you step into MY ring?”
“NO ONE SURVIVES!”
With this, the Huntress rises to her feet and places the weighted vest back on. With the sun shining off of her skin, Ana struts out of frame and disappears off into the hot sand to continue her rigorous training. Our frame slowly fades to black on the now vacant lounge chair.
“Take our punches, hit the floor. Gonna’ take a little more.
Pick our battles, dressed for war,
even when they all say, ‘Odds are million to one’.
Funny, we already won. Second that you think we're done, coming like an icon.
Been knocked out, been beat down, ain't nothing you can tell us now.
Struggle, succeed, rewind, and repеat. Struggle, succeed, rewind, and repеat.
Bring the pain, we're not fazed. We know it's coming anyway.
Struggle, succeed, rewind, and repеat.”
— Icon For Hire
She finishes dragging a large, weighted sled across the beach and tears the weighted vest off, dropping it onto a chair beside the lounge chair she swings herself down upon. She reaches into a bag next to the vest and pulls out a bottle of water, which she twists open and takes a number of swigs from before placing it back into the bag and wiping residual water from her lips. The sun shines off of the thin sheen of sweat gripping her skin as she slides back into the chair to rest more comfortably upon a red towel. Our camera settles into position looking at her square-on, though her attention is somewhere off-camera along the shore. When her gaze shifts to our camera, however, the foreboding ferocity in her demeanor is chilling.
“Success is not goal,” she states somewhat simply. “Success is byproduct. This is byproduct of work, byproduct of strategy, and byproduct of ends justifying means. To have success, you must endure. You cannot tire, you cannot rest, you cannot acquiesce. You must bite down and fight until those who oppose you are dead... or you are.” Ana nods her head as if confirming her sentiments to herself. “But my opponent tomorrow night, she cannot endure. She tires of thinking of Ana Somnia— these are her words, not mine. Remi Skyfire is tired of Ana Somnia. This is nothing more than further proof her win over me was fluke. This is nothing more than further proof she cannot and will not survive our second battle.” Stabbing an extended index finger downward, Somnia smirks. “Her undeserved reign with my title is only in infancy, and yet she is already whining like petulant child. She is already desperate for chance to breathe outside reach of my grip. She has yet to learn truth: nothing exists outside my reach.” Shaking her head, Ana looks off along the shore again for a moment before wiping sweat from her brow. “Instead of cutting teeth and forging herself into superior fighter, she is content to complain and offer focus to those to who do not matter. As long as she wears my title around her waist? As long as she postures and pretends she is company’s top fighter? Target on her back will only grow greater in size.” Ana gestures openly with her hand. “Real champions would not rest on limited laurels. Real champions would not rest until they are what I have only ever been: Undisputed. But Remi Skyfire is no real champion. And even if she were? A real champion is still not on same level as Ana Somnia. But I will give her what she wants. I will give her what she needs.”
“I will give her this rest she is so desperate for.”
“In only three months,” continues the War Whisperer. “Remi Skyfire has led EHWF to same stagnation and mediocrity I rescued this company from two and a half years ago. This means EHWF is not only one who needs me to reclaim my title. I am not only one who needs me to reclaim my title. Remi Skyfire herself needs me to reclaim my title.” Her eyes narrow, her upper lip curling slightly in contempt. “Because, you see… she knows as well as I do, as well as everyone does… she is unfit to wear championship. She is unfit to defend championship, let alone fight for this in first place. She is unfit to lead company, unfit to lead sport. She is only fit to have her corpse form foundation of new empire I will build for future of Chaos, future of company, of sport.” The Devil Herself does what she can to suppress the disdain dampening her demeanor, but she soon pivots to continue her diabolical diatribe anyway. “She says she knows who and what she is. She says she knows her limits. But I know who and what she is, too. I know her limits. This is how I know she will not leave this island with my title still around her undeserving waist. This is how I know she will only leave this island in WOOD BOX! Because this is what happens when you allow yourself to believe you are ever going to be safe from Devil Herself. This is what happens when you allow delusions of grandeur to dictate thoughts, words, actions... This… is what happens when you would rather pander to scum in audience than do work necessary to elevate championship, brand, company, and sport.” Ana hocks a loogie somewhere off-camera with a disgusted scowl on her otherwise sultry visage. “So savor attention you are given, сука. Give Allison one last kiss goodnight. Because neither can join you in grave.” Ana swings her legs around and coils herself from a seated position, reaching over to retrieve her weighted vest again. As she prepares to return to her feet, she smirks into the camera. “And while you get affairs in order, I will continue to do work of champions. So when we stand face-to-face again, Skyfire? I will look at you and I will see fraud you are; you will look at me and you will see end of your reign, of your career, of your life. Because when you step into ring with Undisputed? When you step into ring with true EHWF Global Champion? When you step into MY ring?”
“NO ONE SURVIVES!”
With this, the Huntress rises to her feet and places the weighted vest back on. With the sun shining off of her skin, Ana struts out of frame and disappears off into the hot sand to continue her rigorous training. Our frame slowly fades to black on the now vacant lounge chair.
“Take our punches, hit the floor. Gonna’ take a little more.
Pick our battles, dressed for war,
even when they all say, ‘Odds are million to one’.
Funny, we already won. Second that you think we're done, coming like an icon.
Been knocked out, been beat down, ain't nothing you can tell us now.
Struggle, succeed, rewind, and repеat. Struggle, succeed, rewind, and repеat.
Bring the pain, we're not fazed. We know it's coming anyway.
Struggle, succeed, rewind, and repеat.”
— Icon For Hire
