︱THE RISE AND FALL︱The Fist of Hydra
Dec 18, 2021 8:21:49 GMT -5
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Post by gothmother on Dec 18, 2021 8:21:49 GMT -5
THE HATE IS REAL [DER HASS IST ECHT]
The world will never be the same.
At least not for me.
She wasn't the type to play hide and seek. Not even when she was smaller did she understand the concept of this. While all the other kids seemed to have a great time following through, Elena remained to herself. She was the type that needed to understand things to do them. It was no different now that she was an adult. And that was the single reason why she walked away after losing, yeah what a joke, the title to Syndicate. No petty shit. No sulking. And definitely no dragging the company through the mud. Although there were plenty of reasons to do exactly that.
It was a given fact that Project Honor didn’t appreciate those that gave their everything. It was the truth back then and things obviously hadn’t changed. They were like every other company in that aspect. They liked new and shiny toys. And that was everything that Syndicate was. New. You didn’t need a fucking crystal ball to foresee his title run or whatever someone wanted to call it. He was set up for disappointment and sooner or later it would hit the right spot.
One could feel sorry for him.
One isn’t me.
For months she was one of the driving forces in Project Honor. Elena DeDraca was the one mountain to climb, and not very many could. So what was different this time? How could someone as mediocre as Syndicate overcome her? Good question. No right answer. But one has to look at the bigger picture for just one moment. No matter if we think about her first or second reign- a few things always were the same. Apart from those that had a decent amount of talent, jealousy greeted her everywhere. No matter how good she performed, the pointless rambling would never stop. And while part of her had made peace with this a long time ago, there were always those days.
There was no need to make excuses though, she lost. She was no longer the Legacy champion and that stung. For a moment. When the adrenaline left her body something else began to spread inside of her. Doubt. Followed by the one essential question: Do I still want this?
Do you?
To be determined...
It was hard, maybe impossible, to really anger someone like her. Mostly because not even a handful of people mattered to her enough to push her buttons. So while some would think she was this cold and uninterested person, they just didn’t dare to take a closer look. Elena cared. But she wouldn’t let anyone decide what for. Legacy title? Cool. What’s next?
Syndicate might have gained an important title that night, but that wasn't what would make a difference on his resume. No, that was something else. A win over Elena DeDraca. The question was though, and still is, what can someone like him do with this achievement. As mentioned in the past, the championship belt doesn’t make the champion. It is the other way around, or should be. Which leads back to the beginning. What can a reign mean that was never meant to be in the first place? Exactly.
I don’t give a shit about this.
Sorry, not sorry.
Was this the end of an illustrious career? Was it time to put the boots in a box and tag it with the word MEMORIES? Fuck no.
Elena DeDraca was not done. Not yet, maybe not for a long time. She didn’t need a title to sit on her throne. She knew it. HYDRA knew it. And soon enough the Project Honor roster would remember it.
I don’t get angry.
I get even, mfer.
THE FIRE STILL BURNS [DAS FEUER BRENNT IMMER NOCH]
I owe you everything.
I owe you nothing at all.
It was mid-day. The sky was grey with unsettling clouds in the distance, a sure sign of an impending storm. Literal, of course, but metaphorically one would be happening sooner or later.
Outside of the court house, no one stood. It wasn’t a highly publicized hearing; it wasn’t a celebrity drug scandal, it wasn’t the trial of a convicted serial killer or some act of terroism. No one cared if it wasn’t headline news on the television at night, which - considering who was there on this day - was a relief. The hearing concluded and the large doors that lead into the lobby of the courthouse swung open. Elena DeDraca was the first to exit, almost immediately slipping a pair of sunglasses over her eyes. Not a second after Elena stepped out onto the cement landing that led to the stairs that descended down to the sidewalk, her husband Mark, who was holding the door open for his wife, exited behind her.
The vile woman whose child had an encounter with young Izzy, decided it was best to take this to the courts. Using lawyers she couldn’t afford, she tried to do everything in her power to get Izabella removed from the school. Citing her mothers ‘violent tendencies’ due to her profession were rubbing off on the young child, she and her lawyer would try every underhanded tactic they knew - but the result was always going to be the same.
Elena DeDraca wins.
Elena and Mark, obviously, could afford better lawyers. They had the convenience of truth and logic on their side, as well, not needing to rely on ‘what if’ scenarios that never even came up in the first place. All of this boiled down to jealousy. The mother that began this witch hunt against Izabella, against Elena, was insecure in her life and herself and decided it would be in her best interest to attempt to tear someone else's life down to match her own shitty reality. The courts saw through it almost immediately, dismissing the case which in turn allowed the couple to continue to school Izabella wherever they wanted.
“That was… interesting. Did you see how red her face turned when the judge pointed out several flaws in her plan? I was so tempted to burst out laughing. This whole show was like attempting a wrestling event… .”
Elena obviously was in high spirits while she stepped down further those merciless steps. There was never a moment of doubt, knowing Mark would do whatever it takes to make sure they got their right. Especially when things involved Izabella. Mark watched Elena move down the stairs with a smile, buttoning the jacket of his coat as he moved down the steps behind her.
“I knew this was going to end in our favor, love. The moment this issue arose, I knew it had nothing to do with Izabella and everything to do with who you are. Unfortunately, that’s the way the world works. I’m happy the judge saw it as well.”
“Thankfully I don’t give a flying fuck about how the world operates.”
This time she really laughed seeing the smirk on his face when she cursed out. It wasn't so much that Mark never cursed, but he had a thing for that thick british accent when she did.
“The truth is that all of this had me concerned for the past months. I don’t care what people think about me, in and out of the ring. I don’t care when they drag me through the mud- we both know that happened plenty. But when it is about our girl I can’t hold myself back. She was lucky the court was the battlefield chosen.”
Elena had stopped, turning to look at her husband as she spoke. He approached her, wrapping an arm around her to hold her close.
“Any other battlefield, it would have never gotten this far. I know you don’t care for the opinions of others, but everyone in that room today knew that you’re a great mother. The word of a vindictive, clearly jealous person wasn’t going to sway those opinions. And now that this is over, we can move on and shift focus elsewhere.”
Despite her sunglasses, Mark looked through those lenses and into her eyes as he spoke. She grabbed his hand as she had done hundred times before, squeezing it softly.
“You mean…work, right? I have a feeling that this is exactly what you mean.”
His free hand crept up to her face, momentarily lifting those sunglasses to reveal her eyes. A smirk touched his lips as he said these words,
“It’s time for the queen to reclaim her place, my love.”
THEY TOOK EVERYTHING FROM YOU, WHAT’S LEFT? [SIE HABEN DIR ALLES GENOMMEN, WAS IST ÜBRIG?]
Me.
Nothing had changed, but at the same time everything had changed. Just like Elena was this ever changing creature, the world around her tried to adapt. The keyword was, tried. What was going on in the company that she called her home? She didn’t know. Despite other people, she didn’t care to watch the shows. Not out of disrespect but disinterest. What was there to see that she hadn’t seen before? What long winded speech was to hear that didn’t seem like a repetition of the past 11 months?
When she wasn't wrestling she focused on other things. Her daughter. Her cupcake show. Her fashion line. And training. She wasn't the type that understood what resting really meant. Correction, she didn’t like the concept of it. Lazy people ranked right with ignorant and stupid individuals. An absolute waste of oxygen.
Half the roster of Project Honor, huh?
Even though the temperature wasn't exactly friendly this time of the year, she tried to spend her days outside. For Izzy but also to keep a clear head. They were doing their routine as in taking care of the animals and all of the plants. That was the one side of Elena that she tried to hide for so long, thinking it would make her look weak, but little did she know - it made her human. It gave her substance and colour.
She had just finished what was to do inside the glasshouse, watching Izabella running towards Mark. Obviously the little pumpkin was cold by now, mumbling something about hot chocolate. She didn’t have to say anything else, Mark would jump at her command anyhow. A small smile began to form on her face. She was ready to call it a day and join them when her eyes fell on a massive wooden throne. A few years back a friend crafted this for her as a present. Every little detail was made by hand and had a meaning. To her.
In a quick manner she took off her working gloves walking towards the gift. It was quite impressive, maybe even a little frightening. Her cold hands ran over the fabric, closing her eyes. A wave of emotions shook her body, even though she was certain it was visible on the outside.
“I had forgotten about you… “
Elena reopened her eyes while automatically brushing off some of the dust. For what seemed like a lifetime they wanted to put it somewhere on the inside, but the right spot never was found. Which wasn't that much of a surprise considering the size.
“... I owe you an apology for that… “
Strange people talk to dead things, right? But wood wasn't really dead, so go fuck yourself. When she was done with cleaning it, or something like that, she took her seat. And there it was, the well known feeling. The strong belief that everything was possible, no matter the circumstances. Or the odds. It didn’t take longer than a minute for that epiphany to fill all her senses. She knew the answer to the questions not yet asked. Always.
[REC]
“Don’t you hate people and their long winded monologues when in reality they have nothing to say? I know that I do. But it seems that this is what the cool people do, huh? Talk about how great they are. How deserving and what not. They don’t ever talk about defeat and bumps on the road. That wouldn’t be cool. And keep that in mind, being edgy and cool are the two things you need to succeed.”
Elena rolled her eyes in a way that she thought it was hearable, not only visible. Of course this was impossible, unless you are a cartoon character. She admired her manicure for a moment, trying to focus.
“I shall be the bigger person and start with two important things. Mostly because I will forget otherwise. First, congratulations Syndicate. I know this comes a little late, but you know how things go. Life and such. Make the best of this, we will see how much happiness it brings you. But, maybe even more important, I am saddened to hear about Rocks Johnson passing away… “
She made a dramatic pause at this point, her face deadly serious. It was as if she was counting till ten in her head before picking up again. Her tone was probably colder than the outside temperature.
“... because that means I will not get to rip you apart. Which was something on my to do list for a long time. The guy had no balls. No brains. And now he has no heartbeat. Very fitting. Do I wanna ask who is in charge now? Or asked in a different way, do I even care. Given the fact that Project Honor is just like every other company. Maybe I was blind and deaf for a while, but for everyone comes the moment of awakening. Everything about this place is corrupted, but then again that happens when a place is built on ego and false promises.”
“But Elena, how can you speak like this about your working place? Good question, let me try to get to the core of this. It is not only the business that has changed, but also the talent that now parades around the hallways. Empty headed and as talented as a sack of potatoes. Sure you can use that sack to hit someone in the head, but then what? We are not fighting against windmills, opponents usually fight back. Project Honor is still home, but a very fucked up and broken one. And to be fair, it always was. No matter who was in charge or thought they were. It is no longer about being the best but who can suck the most dick in a short amount of time. Which is, if you think about it for a moment, pretty hilarious. Usually it is the manliest of them all that do exactly that.”
A small giggle. The type that was alarming in every possible way. She stretched out on her throne, which wasn't hard to do. Three people could fit onto that monstrous thing.
“For weeks I have been receiving questions. Via social media, eMail and some even wrote me letters. Everyone kept wondering about the same thing: Would I return? And to spin that further, if I do- in what condition. I can tell you this much, I was never really gone. I guess that answers everything. This absence had nothing to do with licking my wounds or recharging, it was me putting things into perspective. I am on a fucking level where I don’t need to explain my actions to anyone. And while they obviously don’t give a rat's ass about me, thanks for all the calls that never came Project Honor, they are smart enough to not shit in my cereal. Which means, they wouldn’t put my decisions in question. I wanted time for myself and I took it.”
“Pretty simple, isn’t it? That is the benefit of not needing the money or being desperate for collecting titles. Shiny things that don’t mean anything down the road. I can go out there and destroy people without ever caring about the next day. I don’t need their paychecks or adoration. I mean if that is what gets someone hot, go for it. It's pretty pathetic, but to each their own. For a year, give or take, I was what they call the driving force. I was the one to beat. Sure I am dead meat to some now, but guess what? This isn’t the first time for me. The less you expect from me, the harder your downfall will be. The truth is this, I never needed a title around my waist to frighten people. I never had to be announced as the Legacy champion to bring people to arenas. No. All I needed was to be me. That is the thing about dominance. It doesn’t matter if people reward you with that description, it’s your actions that put that label on you.”
In the typical Elena manner she rolled her neck. The cold was making her feel slightly stiff, but she obviously wasn't finished yet. She waited for the cracking noise, feeling the relief.
“I know there will be questions about my next steps. But I have to disappoint each and everyone of you. I can’t answer what I don’t know myself. Will I demand a rematch for the Legacy title? Will I go for Tag gold with my girls? Or will I strangle Arik to get his job? Each of those things are possible, but none are set in stone. But keep this in mind, the sky's the limit.”
“For those that felt safe with me being gone… ding dong, the bitch is back. You may cry me a river at a later point, just swallow it for now. I might not be the champion, but I am still the thing under your bed. The one that lurks in the shadows, waiting for your misstep. Whatever you think is going to happen, triple your expectations. I don’t play games, but I like to win.”
“If you thought I was a danger to your dreams before, what do you think has changed? Maybe everything will become worse for you in the end. Why? Because there is nothing left to lose. No rules to follow. No looking back. Just a woman that loves chaos and destruction.”
Another laughter.
“You are welcome.”
The world will never be the same.
At least not for me.
She wasn't the type to play hide and seek. Not even when she was smaller did she understand the concept of this. While all the other kids seemed to have a great time following through, Elena remained to herself. She was the type that needed to understand things to do them. It was no different now that she was an adult. And that was the single reason why she walked away after losing, yeah what a joke, the title to Syndicate. No petty shit. No sulking. And definitely no dragging the company through the mud. Although there were plenty of reasons to do exactly that.
It was a given fact that Project Honor didn’t appreciate those that gave their everything. It was the truth back then and things obviously hadn’t changed. They were like every other company in that aspect. They liked new and shiny toys. And that was everything that Syndicate was. New. You didn’t need a fucking crystal ball to foresee his title run or whatever someone wanted to call it. He was set up for disappointment and sooner or later it would hit the right spot.
One could feel sorry for him.
One isn’t me.
For months she was one of the driving forces in Project Honor. Elena DeDraca was the one mountain to climb, and not very many could. So what was different this time? How could someone as mediocre as Syndicate overcome her? Good question. No right answer. But one has to look at the bigger picture for just one moment. No matter if we think about her first or second reign- a few things always were the same. Apart from those that had a decent amount of talent, jealousy greeted her everywhere. No matter how good she performed, the pointless rambling would never stop. And while part of her had made peace with this a long time ago, there were always those days.
There was no need to make excuses though, she lost. She was no longer the Legacy champion and that stung. For a moment. When the adrenaline left her body something else began to spread inside of her. Doubt. Followed by the one essential question: Do I still want this?
Do you?
To be determined...
It was hard, maybe impossible, to really anger someone like her. Mostly because not even a handful of people mattered to her enough to push her buttons. So while some would think she was this cold and uninterested person, they just didn’t dare to take a closer look. Elena cared. But she wouldn’t let anyone decide what for. Legacy title? Cool. What’s next?
Syndicate might have gained an important title that night, but that wasn't what would make a difference on his resume. No, that was something else. A win over Elena DeDraca. The question was though, and still is, what can someone like him do with this achievement. As mentioned in the past, the championship belt doesn’t make the champion. It is the other way around, or should be. Which leads back to the beginning. What can a reign mean that was never meant to be in the first place? Exactly.
I don’t give a shit about this.
Sorry, not sorry.
Was this the end of an illustrious career? Was it time to put the boots in a box and tag it with the word MEMORIES? Fuck no.
Elena DeDraca was not done. Not yet, maybe not for a long time. She didn’t need a title to sit on her throne. She knew it. HYDRA knew it. And soon enough the Project Honor roster would remember it.
I don’t get angry.
I get even, mfer.
THE FIRE STILL BURNS [DAS FEUER BRENNT IMMER NOCH]
I owe you everything.
I owe you nothing at all.
It was mid-day. The sky was grey with unsettling clouds in the distance, a sure sign of an impending storm. Literal, of course, but metaphorically one would be happening sooner or later.
Outside of the court house, no one stood. It wasn’t a highly publicized hearing; it wasn’t a celebrity drug scandal, it wasn’t the trial of a convicted serial killer or some act of terroism. No one cared if it wasn’t headline news on the television at night, which - considering who was there on this day - was a relief. The hearing concluded and the large doors that lead into the lobby of the courthouse swung open. Elena DeDraca was the first to exit, almost immediately slipping a pair of sunglasses over her eyes. Not a second after Elena stepped out onto the cement landing that led to the stairs that descended down to the sidewalk, her husband Mark, who was holding the door open for his wife, exited behind her.
The vile woman whose child had an encounter with young Izzy, decided it was best to take this to the courts. Using lawyers she couldn’t afford, she tried to do everything in her power to get Izabella removed from the school. Citing her mothers ‘violent tendencies’ due to her profession were rubbing off on the young child, she and her lawyer would try every underhanded tactic they knew - but the result was always going to be the same.
Elena DeDraca wins.
Elena and Mark, obviously, could afford better lawyers. They had the convenience of truth and logic on their side, as well, not needing to rely on ‘what if’ scenarios that never even came up in the first place. All of this boiled down to jealousy. The mother that began this witch hunt against Izabella, against Elena, was insecure in her life and herself and decided it would be in her best interest to attempt to tear someone else's life down to match her own shitty reality. The courts saw through it almost immediately, dismissing the case which in turn allowed the couple to continue to school Izabella wherever they wanted.
“That was… interesting. Did you see how red her face turned when the judge pointed out several flaws in her plan? I was so tempted to burst out laughing. This whole show was like attempting a wrestling event… .”
Elena obviously was in high spirits while she stepped down further those merciless steps. There was never a moment of doubt, knowing Mark would do whatever it takes to make sure they got their right. Especially when things involved Izabella. Mark watched Elena move down the stairs with a smile, buttoning the jacket of his coat as he moved down the steps behind her.
“I knew this was going to end in our favor, love. The moment this issue arose, I knew it had nothing to do with Izabella and everything to do with who you are. Unfortunately, that’s the way the world works. I’m happy the judge saw it as well.”
“Thankfully I don’t give a flying fuck about how the world operates.”
This time she really laughed seeing the smirk on his face when she cursed out. It wasn't so much that Mark never cursed, but he had a thing for that thick british accent when she did.
“The truth is that all of this had me concerned for the past months. I don’t care what people think about me, in and out of the ring. I don’t care when they drag me through the mud- we both know that happened plenty. But when it is about our girl I can’t hold myself back. She was lucky the court was the battlefield chosen.”
Elena had stopped, turning to look at her husband as she spoke. He approached her, wrapping an arm around her to hold her close.
“Any other battlefield, it would have never gotten this far. I know you don’t care for the opinions of others, but everyone in that room today knew that you’re a great mother. The word of a vindictive, clearly jealous person wasn’t going to sway those opinions. And now that this is over, we can move on and shift focus elsewhere.”
Despite her sunglasses, Mark looked through those lenses and into her eyes as he spoke. She grabbed his hand as she had done hundred times before, squeezing it softly.
“You mean…work, right? I have a feeling that this is exactly what you mean.”
His free hand crept up to her face, momentarily lifting those sunglasses to reveal her eyes. A smirk touched his lips as he said these words,
“It’s time for the queen to reclaim her place, my love.”
THEY TOOK EVERYTHING FROM YOU, WHAT’S LEFT? [SIE HABEN DIR ALLES GENOMMEN, WAS IST ÜBRIG?]
Me.
Nothing had changed, but at the same time everything had changed. Just like Elena was this ever changing creature, the world around her tried to adapt. The keyword was, tried. What was going on in the company that she called her home? She didn’t know. Despite other people, she didn’t care to watch the shows. Not out of disrespect but disinterest. What was there to see that she hadn’t seen before? What long winded speech was to hear that didn’t seem like a repetition of the past 11 months?
When she wasn't wrestling she focused on other things. Her daughter. Her cupcake show. Her fashion line. And training. She wasn't the type that understood what resting really meant. Correction, she didn’t like the concept of it. Lazy people ranked right with ignorant and stupid individuals. An absolute waste of oxygen.
Half the roster of Project Honor, huh?
Even though the temperature wasn't exactly friendly this time of the year, she tried to spend her days outside. For Izzy but also to keep a clear head. They were doing their routine as in taking care of the animals and all of the plants. That was the one side of Elena that she tried to hide for so long, thinking it would make her look weak, but little did she know - it made her human. It gave her substance and colour.
She had just finished what was to do inside the glasshouse, watching Izabella running towards Mark. Obviously the little pumpkin was cold by now, mumbling something about hot chocolate. She didn’t have to say anything else, Mark would jump at her command anyhow. A small smile began to form on her face. She was ready to call it a day and join them when her eyes fell on a massive wooden throne. A few years back a friend crafted this for her as a present. Every little detail was made by hand and had a meaning. To her.
In a quick manner she took off her working gloves walking towards the gift. It was quite impressive, maybe even a little frightening. Her cold hands ran over the fabric, closing her eyes. A wave of emotions shook her body, even though she was certain it was visible on the outside.
“I had forgotten about you… “
Elena reopened her eyes while automatically brushing off some of the dust. For what seemed like a lifetime they wanted to put it somewhere on the inside, but the right spot never was found. Which wasn't that much of a surprise considering the size.
“... I owe you an apology for that… “
Strange people talk to dead things, right? But wood wasn't really dead, so go fuck yourself. When she was done with cleaning it, or something like that, she took her seat. And there it was, the well known feeling. The strong belief that everything was possible, no matter the circumstances. Or the odds. It didn’t take longer than a minute for that epiphany to fill all her senses. She knew the answer to the questions not yet asked. Always.
[REC]
“Don’t you hate people and their long winded monologues when in reality they have nothing to say? I know that I do. But it seems that this is what the cool people do, huh? Talk about how great they are. How deserving and what not. They don’t ever talk about defeat and bumps on the road. That wouldn’t be cool. And keep that in mind, being edgy and cool are the two things you need to succeed.”
Elena rolled her eyes in a way that she thought it was hearable, not only visible. Of course this was impossible, unless you are a cartoon character. She admired her manicure for a moment, trying to focus.
“I shall be the bigger person and start with two important things. Mostly because I will forget otherwise. First, congratulations Syndicate. I know this comes a little late, but you know how things go. Life and such. Make the best of this, we will see how much happiness it brings you. But, maybe even more important, I am saddened to hear about Rocks Johnson passing away… “
She made a dramatic pause at this point, her face deadly serious. It was as if she was counting till ten in her head before picking up again. Her tone was probably colder than the outside temperature.
“... because that means I will not get to rip you apart. Which was something on my to do list for a long time. The guy had no balls. No brains. And now he has no heartbeat. Very fitting. Do I wanna ask who is in charge now? Or asked in a different way, do I even care. Given the fact that Project Honor is just like every other company. Maybe I was blind and deaf for a while, but for everyone comes the moment of awakening. Everything about this place is corrupted, but then again that happens when a place is built on ego and false promises.”
“But Elena, how can you speak like this about your working place? Good question, let me try to get to the core of this. It is not only the business that has changed, but also the talent that now parades around the hallways. Empty headed and as talented as a sack of potatoes. Sure you can use that sack to hit someone in the head, but then what? We are not fighting against windmills, opponents usually fight back. Project Honor is still home, but a very fucked up and broken one. And to be fair, it always was. No matter who was in charge or thought they were. It is no longer about being the best but who can suck the most dick in a short amount of time. Which is, if you think about it for a moment, pretty hilarious. Usually it is the manliest of them all that do exactly that.”
A small giggle. The type that was alarming in every possible way. She stretched out on her throne, which wasn't hard to do. Three people could fit onto that monstrous thing.
“For weeks I have been receiving questions. Via social media, eMail and some even wrote me letters. Everyone kept wondering about the same thing: Would I return? And to spin that further, if I do- in what condition. I can tell you this much, I was never really gone. I guess that answers everything. This absence had nothing to do with licking my wounds or recharging, it was me putting things into perspective. I am on a fucking level where I don’t need to explain my actions to anyone. And while they obviously don’t give a rat's ass about me, thanks for all the calls that never came Project Honor, they are smart enough to not shit in my cereal. Which means, they wouldn’t put my decisions in question. I wanted time for myself and I took it.”
“Pretty simple, isn’t it? That is the benefit of not needing the money or being desperate for collecting titles. Shiny things that don’t mean anything down the road. I can go out there and destroy people without ever caring about the next day. I don’t need their paychecks or adoration. I mean if that is what gets someone hot, go for it. It's pretty pathetic, but to each their own. For a year, give or take, I was what they call the driving force. I was the one to beat. Sure I am dead meat to some now, but guess what? This isn’t the first time for me. The less you expect from me, the harder your downfall will be. The truth is this, I never needed a title around my waist to frighten people. I never had to be announced as the Legacy champion to bring people to arenas. No. All I needed was to be me. That is the thing about dominance. It doesn’t matter if people reward you with that description, it’s your actions that put that label on you.”
In the typical Elena manner she rolled her neck. The cold was making her feel slightly stiff, but she obviously wasn't finished yet. She waited for the cracking noise, feeling the relief.
“I know there will be questions about my next steps. But I have to disappoint each and everyone of you. I can’t answer what I don’t know myself. Will I demand a rematch for the Legacy title? Will I go for Tag gold with my girls? Or will I strangle Arik to get his job? Each of those things are possible, but none are set in stone. But keep this in mind, the sky's the limit.”
“For those that felt safe with me being gone… ding dong, the bitch is back. You may cry me a river at a later point, just swallow it for now. I might not be the champion, but I am still the thing under your bed. The one that lurks in the shadows, waiting for your misstep. Whatever you think is going to happen, triple your expectations. I don’t play games, but I like to win.”
“If you thought I was a danger to your dreams before, what do you think has changed? Maybe everything will become worse for you in the end. Why? Because there is nothing left to lose. No rules to follow. No looking back. Just a woman that loves chaos and destruction.”
Another laughter.
“You are welcome.”
[FIST OF HYDRA]
