Like a Virgin {vs. Aurora - IKT '17 - Rebirth Championship}
Jan 15, 2017 5:15:00 GMT
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Post by ʝᴜɴᴏ - ✿ on Jan 15, 2017 5:15:00 GMT
What makes humans different? Mammals emphasizes their need of adapting based upon their environment. It does not matter what must occur, if the species keeps surviving. Unlike in other mammals, humans fascinate themselves on the concept of right and wrong. This ideology rejects the neutral notion set by other mammals. Many philosophers believe that it is what separates humans from the animals that they sometimes look down upon. A wolf may devour an enemy’s child. To humans, it is a barbaric deed. If animals had the ability to argue their point, would they not ask what makes them wrong in comparison to what humanity does?
Animals may agree that humans are the evilest things infesting the earth.
Some people believe that the ills of humanity stem from the system of family. A parent’s upbringing of a child designs their mentality. People show their family roots; it is an inevitable event. The progenies may show their own individuality, but they cling to what principles that their parents instilled in their home. The simplest example is the restrictions of taking cookies out of the cookie jar. Some parents wrestle with what they believe is right or wrong to tell their child. It is their responsibility to make sure their children know this difference, for it sets up an unbreakable thought pattern that will guide their children for their whole lives.
In more extreme cases, parents may tell their children that it is right for them to do what the wolf would do.
“It is okay to hurt other people.”
As Leon von Licht, the patriarch of the Kaiser Dynasty, stepped into the Newtown Elementary School, he saw the results of such teachings.
==
“They always say you never forget your first time.”
Sophie’s light giggle lingered as the screen came into focus. She sat in a room that brimmed with adorable delight. The walls were pastel blue with furnishing that coordinated with them. White dollies blanketed each sugary piece in the room. She stood in front of a cream-white loveseat, a parasol resting across her lap. She twirled it around, causing light refractions in the lacey slits in the top. When she closed it, an infectious smile became the focal point of the camera shot. She sat down, gently resting the parasol next to her seat.
“Aurora Jansen, you are someone I idolize. From our conversations, you already know that I adore you to bits. My eyes sparkle each time I stare upon you. I giggle annoyingly each time you mention my prowess. My face reddens when you send me hearts and call me cute. I take each of your words and lock them away in my heart. They are important to me, vastly so. For this match to be my first ever World Championship opportunity, I must say I will fail to vocalize my excitement since it will be against you.”
“It is such a shame that I must take that championship from you.”
“Ms. Jansen, you are many things. You are a well-respected trainer. You are a living legend. You are everything girls like I strive to be. Phoenix Wrestling will always be your sphere, your kingdom, and the place that you dominate with grace and dignity. No one, nothing matter how vindictive, can ever deny your importance to this company and wrestling as a whole.”
“After our match, you will not be the Iron Monarch. You will not be the Rebirth Champion anymore.”
“I must see to the destruction of your dream. It is selfish of me, I realize, but it is necessary. You know how we Kaisers are. We conquer everything we want. And Ms. Jansen? There is nothing I want more than that beautiful championship you hold so proudly and this victory over you.”
“I entered this tournament for the opportunity to win that belt from you. With my victory over Mason Daniels, I earned the chance to not only advance, but to carry out my goal in one swoop. If you believe that I will squander this chance like Calvin Harris or Faith did, then I wish you a speedy recovery. The soreness and the grief will hurt quite a bit.”
“On my honor, this will be the most important night in this year’s Iron King tournament.”
“The dramatics will cause the audience to salivate on our every motion.”
“Aurora Jansen must stop one of the generation’s fastest rising stars. Will her legendary reign continue? Who can stop Aurora Jansen?”
“People ride in to see you in all your magnificent glory. For tonight, people will come in to see if you will fall. It is what happens when the champion comes in meaning to win a tournament made to find the best challenger for her.”
“Thus, people come and look to me for their own reasoning.”
“Will I be the answer to the Aurora Jansen question? Will the upset come from the Songbird’s darling wife? Who is this Sophie El? Is she worthwhile? Is she the future champion? Will we see Anastasia Starling versus Sophie El in the finals of the Iron King for the Rebirth Championship?”
“All the possibilities that glisten above our momentous meeting make me smile and dance with a delight unchallenged. You are excited too. You meet my every gleeful noise with an equivalent response. You saw me as something so special that you proudly introduced me to your husband. I cannot help but blush at your imagining of me. I cannot see them, but your expectations of me are not far off.”
“I wondered if you expect me to beat you.”
“Phoenix Wrestling may consider my future victory an upset. Some of the rowdier people will call it a fluke. I expect fanfare from those who love me. Challengers and conspirators will line the halls to face me. You, however, are none of them. You are my greatest challenge and my biggest supporter. When I win, I expect the best reaction from you, Ms. Jansen.”
“After the night is over, we will have wrestled one of the best matches since Phoenix Wrestling rose from its ashes. Better yet, I believe we will orchestrate one of the greatest matches this company have ever seen. And if you lose, people will explode. Their excitement will overflow the entire arena. The night will not be in your favor. I hope it does not hurt.”
“You are not a vengeful soul towards people you adore. Despite what may happen, you will applaud me regardless of my victory or my defeat. You may hand the belt to me too. I hope you are ready to clean up my tears. There will be plenty.”
“Along with hugs. There will be lots of those!”
She paused.
“Somewhere in your heart, you want me to beat you. You know that I can.”
“Better yet, you know that you are at a disadvantage. I do too.”
“Ms. Jansen, you are a student of the game. No, that is not it. You are an expert of the game. That experience comes with vast knowledge.”
“It is well-known that the gods blessed the Kaisers with strikes that end lives. One misstep and one second is all that it takes for you to wake up on the mat without a championship to call your own anymore. I plan to make that a reality for you, Ms. Jansen. And I know what lies before me.”
“You are fast. I have caught many that try to be as fast as you are, but you are the fastest. I have the strength to hurl you around and hurt you, but I need to catch you. That is not my disadvantage, however.”
Sophie smiled an almost vicious grin.
“That is my challenge.”
The smile dissolved back into the gentle grin she had before.
“Allow me to tell you a little bit of my past. My favorite bedtime story was Little Red Riding Hood, but not in the way that you think. The entire story is not the important part.”
“My brother, Alex, would tell me it and emphasize one line. That line is the important part. It applies perfectly here, Ms. Jansen.”
“You are Little Red. I am the Wolf. You are very fast. You must be to escape from me. But you must be lucky too. How many times will luck favor you in this match, Ms. Jansen? I hope you do not depend on her, because Lady Luck is a fickle mistress.”
“I learned that last year,” she tapped on the side of her head, the place of her major injury from her accident.
“If you wonder what the line was that fits your situation. Heed this as a warning. You are a match that favors me. I do not wish to hurt you more than what is necessary to win the match. However, I will need to catch you. So, listen closely to this line here.”
“Little Red…”
“I, the Wolf, only need enough luck to catch you once.”
==
Newtown Elementary School – March 17th, 2001
Leon always walked heavy. No one quite knew if he did it for a purpose; all they knew was the result. It commanded eyes to turn on him. He never believed in creeping on people nor his prey. It meant there was apprehension in his actions, if he were to do that. Leon never moved without complete confidence in his actions. When he goes in for the kill, the victim must stare into his icy blue hues.
Death had gorgeous eyes.
As he made his way through Newtown Elementary, he did not notice the children looking at him. Their eyes widened with both wonder and fear. They believed that they met a monster from their fairy tales. Teachers have seen him before, but not that close before. His massive frame caused their hearts to skip a beat. His stoic expression and brushy mustache did not help his appearance seem any more inviting.
“Mr. von Licht, we need you to come down to the school. There was an accident involving Sophie.”
When that phone call comes, many parents would feel the latent fear that their beloved child was hurt. They might have fell off a precarious tree branch that snapped under their weight. The kid tripped outside and sprained their ankle. Broken arms came up way too much nowadays. A frenzied rush down to the school with a brimming desire to see their child at once.
For Leon, he did not worry. Not for Sophie, at least.
He heard the roar of crying. Lined up against the wall, Children stood outside of Ms. Finch’s classroom. They tried not to peer around. In fact, they were statue-like. They did not whisper on the current event, they stood silently…fear-struck. Leon sighed as he saw them, knowing the source of their anxiety. He rolled up his sleeves and waited for Ms. Finch to exit the classroom. When she did not, he squinted.
“What could possibly be taking her so long?” Leon thought.
“She’s trying to keep Sophie away,” one kid piped up, breaking his silence. Leon acknowledged the child’s vocalization, no matter how cryptic, by pushing into the classroom.
When he entered, he saw a normal setting. Small tables blanketed by crayons, amateur pictures, and construction paper, accompanied by dark orange chairs that looked uncomfortable. Alongside the tables, there was an innocent, purple floor mat outside his peripheral. Sophie spoke about how Ms. Finch would sit them down and read them stories. His focus did not stay on those for long.
The brilliant shade of crimson across the floor confirmed his suspicions. He darted over to the scene, where Ms. Finch wrangled Sophie with all her might. Sophie tried to rip her way through her grip, her flaxen hair stained with bits of blood. On the ground, there was another girl, brunette and pale. She held her face with a free hand while her arm laid in a crooked position. Leon came over to retrieve Sophie from Ms. Finch.
Ms. Finch looked up, shocked to see Leon. He released Sophie, who tried to rush the bleeding girl on the ground. Leon wrapped his arms around her and pulled her up off the ground. Sophie’s immediate reaction was to drive scissors into Leon’s arm. Leon felt the sting, but persisted with her handling of his daughter. Sophie grunted, whined, and scrambled about, but to no avail.
Ms. Finch went over to the girl, but gave Leon a quick glance. She motioned for the door; Leon replied with a nod.
“Ms. Finch, my arm hurts,” the girl managed to say through fractured sobs. Leon’s eyes widened upon hearing the words. The girl could not process the fact that Sophie may have broken her arm.
As Leon pulled Sophie out of the classroom, she heard something emitting from Sophie. He looked down at her, pinpointing what she was doing.
She was giggling wildly.
“Papa, look what I did,” she said.
Leon walked her past the children and out of the door. Before the door closed, he looked back at the kids.
They were crying.
“Papa, are you proud of me?” Sophie asked happily as ever.
Leon did not respond.
“Papa, Papa, I did what you did to that one man!”
Leon remembered Sophie watching one of his old matches with him. She saw him smile as he broke his opponent’s arm. She wanted to emulate him. She wanted to make him proud.
As they got in the car, Leon stayed quiet. Sophie, not hearing him reply, followed suit. She kicked her legs to a beat she hummed. She did not mind the blood that crawled her face or hardened in her hair. More so, she may not have noticed it at all. The quiet ride ended before she knew it. Leon came and retrieved from the backstage, lifting her in his arms. She squealed in his arms.
“Did you like it?”
“Like what?” Leon finally replied.
“What I did?” Sophie asked, grinning widely.
Leon held his daughter in his arms, analyzing her face. There was no damage, minus a small bruise on her cheek. He narrowed his eyes, remembering that it came from her tripping the other day. When his eyes rose, they locked with Sophie’s. Normally, they glistened brightly like her mother’s eyes, a gorgeous emerald shade. Now, they shined a bright ruby color. Accompanying them was Sophie’s saddened frown.
And then, Leon smiled.
“Yes, my beautiful little angel, of course, I did,” Leon replied.
Sophie’s face lighted up when he said so. She hugged him tightly, which he returned in full.
“I love you, Papa!” she yelled proudly.
“I love you too, Sophie,” Leon said, “Let’s get you some ice cream.”
They entered their home to a phone call. It was a frantic mother, yelling at Leon for what Sophie did. Leon peered into the kitchen, seeing Sophie struggling with brain freeze. The patriarch ensured the mother everything with the kids would be fine.
No one heard from that family ever again.
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