Post by LΞCAVALIΞR on Apr 14, 2018 15:23:45 GMT
There was but a single room.
Dimly lit.
Furniture? None to be found. Fixtures and nick-nacks? None were in existence.
Nevertheless, a set of thick metals chains laid on the floor. Or, what could best be described as the remnants of them. Metal bits and debris were arranged on the ground. It were as if the chains were snatched and ripped apart.
In the midst of the debris sat figure. The best words to describe it? Brutish. Fearsome. Threatening. There’s no earthly way that it could have been human. An insidious aura seeped out from the being and entered the room’s atmosphere. The being remained still, unmoving. It simply glared straight ahead at the person seated adjacent.
A war-torn Nina LeCavalier peered back at the figure. Her black jeans were ripped and tattered well past the point of distress; splotches of crimson stained the edges of the cotton. The sports bra and military jacket that covered her upper body was dusty, as if she’d been crawling through a field for days. Her boots? Singe marks adorned the tips of her laces. The leather was scuffed and slashed in a few places.
There was a tired, almost weary look in the woman’s eye. She’d been through hell, that much was for certain. But her condition and well being matter little the adjacent being. It let out a sinister laugh before it began speaking.
“Is this it, Ninnnnnnaaa?”
Time stood still for a moment.
“Is this what we spent countless hours rehabbing for? Is this what we spent untold hours preparing and training for? Is this what we re-entered this realm for?”
Nina didn’t respond. Not physically; not verbally. She merely stared at they being as it continued to speak.
“I thought signing to Phoenix Wrestling was a semblance of our reemergence, our resurrection. I thought you wanted to shock the world tens times over. I thought you wanted to be the very best?”
There was more silence.
“But you haven’t been the very best, have you? WE haven’t been the very best.” A scowl crept across the figures ghastly face. “There’s surely been flashes of greatness, here and there. Our debut match. Earning a shot at the Rising Phoenix Championship during the tower match. Becoming the Gladiador Del HELL…
“All high points. Positives.
“But that’s not what you came back to do, Ninnnnaaa! That’s not what we came back to do!”
There was another pause. It would have seemed like an eternity to anyone watching. In reality, it was only a number of seconds.
“But for the amount of lows, we’ve had many low points.
“Boats N’ Throws—a sure fire chance to at achieving our goal to become the top champion. But you squandered that opportunity. You got careless. Frisky D went on to face Cassius instead of us.
“What will be the first thought that comes into people’s minds when they think about the Tower of Destiny? Will they remember the fierceness and prowess that you showed? No. Will they immediately remember that you won a championship belt? NO. The lasting, lingering image in everyone’s mind will be us knocked out on dusty floor room.
“Redemption One Hundred and Twenty-One. Masaruuuuu. He never saw us as warriors, never saw our talent. He simply saw us as beneath him. The chance to shut him up and make him choke on his words was right there for the taking! But once again, that chance was squandered!”
Harsh words. Even harsher to digest.
“I—”
“They see us as failures!” the figure shouted as it interrupted Nina. “They see us as laughingstocks! They see us as jokes!”
A low growl emanated from the being’s mouth. Nina caught the glimpse of a few pointed teeth.
“I refuse to be a joke, Ninnnaaaa! I refuse to let us go down into the mire!”
That growling continued on for a short spell. An expelled huff of wind is what resulted. It smacked Nina across the face and caused her eyes to well up.
“Tempest II. It’s the culmination of everything, Ninnnaaa. Of our brief successes, of our blistering faults. Everything hinges on this sixty minutes Iron Man match. Without out it, our reclamation is lost. We can’t afford failure. Frisky D can’t get in the way. Anastasia can’t get in the way.”
Their eyes remained locked.
“You and I don’t always see eye to eye, Ninnnaaa. Sometimes I want to obliterate, but you disarm me. Sometimes you want to blaze by at a million miles per hour, and I cool your jets. Our sheer talent allows us to function and succeed in that manner, but it’s not efficient. It’s not full proof. Need to stand on one destructive accord in this match.
“I know that you respect Frisky D. You have that little code of yours. But realize that she stands in our way. If we ever want to accomplish our goals of making it to the top of Phoenix, to the Rebirth Champion, then we need to strike her down.
“Not once. Not twice. An endless amount of times, until that clock strikes zero…”
Nina’s eyes lowered themselves to the floor for the first time. She pondered what she could say. The words of her Competitive Spirit, they were oh so very furious. Nina thought long and hard for a period of time. before she lifted her head.
“I wish I could sit here and say that you’re lying. And although anger has warped your thinking a bit, you’re right on many fronts.” She lifted her eyes and returned her gaze towards the beast in front of her. “This match is huge. We’ve got kill it; we’ve got to preform.”
Nina nodded her head as she thought about something a wise woman had told her.
“I reign you in sometimes because, because I worry about us going too far. What going too far might turn us into. But this time? We might not succeed if we don’t unleash hell in that ring…”
A sigh escaped her.
“My wife, my friends, Aurora, they’ve all told me not to regret what I do out there in the ring. It’s high time I start listening.” She nodded. “So you and I? We’ll be on one accord when step into the ring at Tempest.”
Her words caused the being to smirk wickedly.
“Oh, those words bring joy to my heart—”
/THUMP/
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Nina was roused from her sleep when a massive ball of fur smacked her upside the back of the head. With groggy eyes, she turned and spotted her teacup Yorkie, Boobie Miles, as he tussled about to regain his footing. Part of her wanted to be mad; he’d woken her from her dream. However, he stared at her with those big old eyes of his.
“Ugh. Come here,” she said as she held her arms out.
The dog happy jumped into her arms. All was well, for the present moment.
But that dream? It stayed with the young woman.
Indeed it did.
Fin.
