Post by ʝᴜɴᴏ - ✿ on Sept 14, 2017 1:46:21 GMT
Every loss led to victory at some point in Sophie’s life. Aurora defeating her set the grounds for the rematch that shook the foundation of Phoenix Wrestling, and furthermore established that Sophie had evolved. That quest for evolution resulted in the girl lifting her beloved teacher up and down onto the mat with enough strength to knock the woman out. The records depict that Sophie lost the match via submission, but records are only fragments of the true story. In all actuality, the victor of the match, at least in her mind, was herself. She had gotten her revenge in a way that only her and Aurora could know. If Aurora believed that was the case or not did not deter her from thinking what she did. Nothing would stop her forward progression, especially not ill thoughts of her failures to capitalize on opportunities.
Unlike her sister, she didn’t define herself by championships or awards; they were lackluster in the long run. She understood their glamour and desirability; their importance could not be questioned to the majority. In the end, they were all physical representations of ultimate victory, which some overly favored. For Sophie, she desired the solitary feeling of holding a personal victory. If it came by pinfall or submission, it made her smile. If it came by knocking someone out, that’d be okay as well. Sophie El didn’t care anymore. She would find her way to the top of the mountain one day.
The Tower, an illustrious idea that was crafted in the crazed minds of some executives, was a chance for Sophie to display her dominance.
Ten people, more than anyone else, were eliminated by her hand. She even outclassed the giant known as GRENDEL on that day. She might have lasted the longest too, but someone was too lazy to check the time on that matter. The massive amount of people in that match alone were forgotten the next day by the youngest Kaiser. Only a few were worthy enough of being recognized. Out of the ten people she eliminated only a fraction were named in her mind. Two of them were particularly special to her.
Aurora went out, which gave Sophie a joy that wouldn’t die out for the rest of the night. It propelled her to also eliminate the very woman who defeated her on the last episode, Frisky D. That elimination made everything worthwhile. It was a sliver of self-gratification in her ruining Frisky’s night. Despite what she had originally thought, the foolish woman remained a splinter in her finger, a minor annoyance that made her stomach turn upon recognition.
Was getting that card really so important?
At the end of it, as she left out in 3rd place, it didn’t.
She had outlasted over a hundred people.
Sophie felt empty, though. She didn’t leave with nothing. She managed to get her revenge, but what would that amount to in her professional life? Wrestling had become a vicious cycle of having to deal with the same annoyances over and over again. If she were to dispose of them, then she would be ostracized. She would be sent away with everyone else who took the initiative and exterminated everything.
Oh, the issues of being a God.
“They told me that you do...diss tracks?”
“You would believe that I didn’t know what they are, but I do.”
“Look, I’m not necessarily in the mood to be cryptic, so I’m going to tell you how I feel and we’ll call it a day, okay?”
“I’m going to hurt you worse than anyone has ever hurt you, because I want to see if someone else will feel it. This is an experiment, understood?”
“I’m not sure if you can understand that through all the stupidity that runs your life. You might be in the studio right now, dropping up some hot bars,” she paused, squinting at her words, “but I’m over thinking about which part of you I’m going to twist the hardest. Then I’m going to wait to hear if your brother screams or not.”
“You’re disrespectful to the culture and to wrestling itself, and I’m not sure how exactly you continue to exist in this world. Sadly, things are not going to pan out your way. I haven’t had the best time here in Phoenix, statistically. I lost to Aurora again. I lost to Frisky. I got my revenge and my wins back in my own way, but I don’t like the idea that anyone can laud victory over my head. Performances get noticed, but wins makes the argument relevant.”
“So I got to win.”
“So I got to hurt you badly.”
“I’m going to kick your head into the second row. I’m going to make a fool out of you. I’m going to let this bad mood of mine pass by making sure you cannot get off that mat. Then I can return back to my normal, quiet life. You did that much, and you should be proud of yourself.”
“You made me break away from what people know me as.”
“You brought back memories of my friend, Luke, who’s currently in a hospital still. He’s struggling to hang on, but he taught me the ways of the streets.”
“He introduced me to people who spit lyrics that are made from pain and suffering that you won’t ever understand. They have ran through some trials and tribulations. I have listened to their words, and they hit deep. For you, I’ve listened to your words and they’re empty.”
“I can help, though.”
“I’m an artist, so I understand your plight. I’m going to help you get closer to that world you really want to be in.”
“You want some fire to your songs?”
“I’ll give you that pain that you need to get there.”
Unlike her sister, she didn’t define herself by championships or awards; they were lackluster in the long run. She understood their glamour and desirability; their importance could not be questioned to the majority. In the end, they were all physical representations of ultimate victory, which some overly favored. For Sophie, she desired the solitary feeling of holding a personal victory. If it came by pinfall or submission, it made her smile. If it came by knocking someone out, that’d be okay as well. Sophie El didn’t care anymore. She would find her way to the top of the mountain one day.
The Tower, an illustrious idea that was crafted in the crazed minds of some executives, was a chance for Sophie to display her dominance.
Ten people, more than anyone else, were eliminated by her hand. She even outclassed the giant known as GRENDEL on that day. She might have lasted the longest too, but someone was too lazy to check the time on that matter. The massive amount of people in that match alone were forgotten the next day by the youngest Kaiser. Only a few were worthy enough of being recognized. Out of the ten people she eliminated only a fraction were named in her mind. Two of them were particularly special to her.
Aurora went out, which gave Sophie a joy that wouldn’t die out for the rest of the night. It propelled her to also eliminate the very woman who defeated her on the last episode, Frisky D. That elimination made everything worthwhile. It was a sliver of self-gratification in her ruining Frisky’s night. Despite what she had originally thought, the foolish woman remained a splinter in her finger, a minor annoyance that made her stomach turn upon recognition.
Was getting that card really so important?
At the end of it, as she left out in 3rd place, it didn’t.
She had outlasted over a hundred people.
Sophie felt empty, though. She didn’t leave with nothing. She managed to get her revenge, but what would that amount to in her professional life? Wrestling had become a vicious cycle of having to deal with the same annoyances over and over again. If she were to dispose of them, then she would be ostracized. She would be sent away with everyone else who took the initiative and exterminated everything.
Oh, the issues of being a God.
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“They told me that you do...diss tracks?”
“You would believe that I didn’t know what they are, but I do.”
“Look, I’m not necessarily in the mood to be cryptic, so I’m going to tell you how I feel and we’ll call it a day, okay?”
“I’m going to hurt you worse than anyone has ever hurt you, because I want to see if someone else will feel it. This is an experiment, understood?”
“I’m not sure if you can understand that through all the stupidity that runs your life. You might be in the studio right now, dropping up some hot bars,” she paused, squinting at her words, “but I’m over thinking about which part of you I’m going to twist the hardest. Then I’m going to wait to hear if your brother screams or not.”
“You’re disrespectful to the culture and to wrestling itself, and I’m not sure how exactly you continue to exist in this world. Sadly, things are not going to pan out your way. I haven’t had the best time here in Phoenix, statistically. I lost to Aurora again. I lost to Frisky. I got my revenge and my wins back in my own way, but I don’t like the idea that anyone can laud victory over my head. Performances get noticed, but wins makes the argument relevant.”
“So I got to win.”
“So I got to hurt you badly.”
“I’m going to kick your head into the second row. I’m going to make a fool out of you. I’m going to let this bad mood of mine pass by making sure you cannot get off that mat. Then I can return back to my normal, quiet life. You did that much, and you should be proud of yourself.”
“You made me break away from what people know me as.”
“You brought back memories of my friend, Luke, who’s currently in a hospital still. He’s struggling to hang on, but he taught me the ways of the streets.”
“He introduced me to people who spit lyrics that are made from pain and suffering that you won’t ever understand. They have ran through some trials and tribulations. I have listened to their words, and they hit deep. For you, I’ve listened to your words and they’re empty.”
“I can help, though.”
“I’m an artist, so I understand your plight. I’m going to help you get closer to that world you really want to be in.”
“You want some fire to your songs?”
“I’ll give you that pain that you need to get there.”
