Post by Savannah Sunshine. on Dec 20, 2021 23:26:40 GMT -5
I don’t know what you had in mind. But, here we stand on opposing sides. Let’s go to war, let’s go to war. We arm ourselves with the wrongs we’ve done. Name them off one by one. Let’s go to war, let’s go to war. Everything you say, everything you do. You push it in and cut me down and you cut me down. War, war, war.
SUNDAY, DECEMBER 12TH, 2021
SOMETIME AFTER MIDNIGHT
THE SUNSHINE HOUSEHOLD
PHILADELPHIA, PENNSYLVANIA
The trip from New York to Philadelphia had only been a few hours, a drive she had been more than willing to take, if it meant giving her a chance to clear her head. The past several weeks had been absolutely draining, emotionally and mentally and physically. So much had happened and it was weighing on her immensely. From the fact that Persephone had tried to aid Jason in a suicide attempt to the fact that Jason was dealing with so much that he felt he needed to go down that route. She knew she had been clingy and hovering lately, but she couldn’t help herself. She couldn’t stop feeling guilty over things that were out of her control.
Even if he had told her that it wasn’t her fault over and over and over again. Yet, the demon had been her business. The demon had been something she was supposed to be able to control… and in the end, she had failed to protect the one person she loved the most. Words alone could have never been enough to describe how much Jason truly meant to Savannah. She owed him a lifetime of gratitude for walking into her life when she truly needed him the most. When she had been at such a low point, yet the mere presence of him had been enough to uplift her in so many ways.
Jason had been her biggest fan, always rooting for her when she needed someone in her corner. Always reminding her that she was stronger than she believed herself to be. Yet, she was also his biggest fan. Always there to support him, even when he was doing things that were extremely dangerous and put his body into further danger. Even so, she still stood by his side and in his corner, rooting for him all the while and making sure she was there to catch him if he fell or he failed. She was constantly reminding him that even in loss, she still thought he was the most talented person around. From his skills on the mic to his skills inside of the ring, Savannah found herself envious of him at times. But, that was normal when it came to someone with such power. Those who she felt were better than her tended to make her nervous, but she learned how to deal with it at her own pace.
As she stepped out of the bathroom mere minutes after a steaming hot bubble bath, curly hair was pulled back atop her head in a messy bun. Fingers carefully picked up the cellphone at her bedside as she sent a quick text to Jason. Fingers scrolling through until they landed upon the proper contact listed as MON COEUR with a bunch of heart emojis after. Clicking the contact name, she quickly sent a text message. I’m sorry I didn’t come home, just wanted to give you a bit of space without having to worry about me hovering over you every five minutes. I love you. Lots and lots. Taking one last glance at the message, she pressed send before turning her cellphone on DO NOT DISTURB mode for the rest of the night. Yet, several thoughts began to swim through her mind as she pulled on Rugrats pajamas.
You should always be the first choice of someone who says they love you. When things get tough, he runs. No title, losing record, he’ll start taking it out on you. When you don’t serve his purpose anymore, he will drop you. You let trivial things get to you, mess with your emotions. The list went on and on and on, Arik’s voice echoing in her head… and maybe he was right. Maybe he made some proper points. Maybe he was right on so many things that he said about her, about her relationships, about the people she loves… about herself. Even if she dared not admit it out loud, she knew deep down inside: Arik Holt was right. It hurt to admit, it hurt to say it, even within the confines of her mind. Even if she hadn’t said it out loud. Oh, how conflicted she constantly was.
Arik Holt had helped her to better herself. Arik Holt had been there to help her take bigger steps in her career. Arik Holt had been there to help her get comeuppance when she needed it most. Arik Holt deserved far more credit than anyone could ever give him. No. “No, no. I can’t. That’s not right.” She spoke out loud, chewing absentmindedly on her bottom lip as she abruptly say up in the bed. She grasps at her cellphone once more, finds the contact labelled ERIC with a rose emoji at the end of it. Hovering over the DELETE CONTACT button, she debates for just a split second… before deleting the contact. For good.
“Arik Holt tried to kill Jason. Arik Holt tried to kill me. Arik Holt tried to hang MY child. Arik Holt no longer controls me.” She’s digging nails into her palms, so hard that it draws blood when she finally realizes it. With the downfall of Arik Holt, with the downfall of his precious True Society members in the upcoming match she would partake in… A new beginning would come to fruition. By hook or by crook, by any means necessary… Savannah Sunshine would be the savior that Fallout truly needed. By her hands, by her fists, by her boots, by any means necessary, she would take out Arik Holt and his puppets. She would take out the cancer within Fallout and save it for the better. Or for the worse. No matter how frustrating Jason could be at times, no matter how exhausted she got dealing with him… That was love. There was so much love and light within her that she saved just for him. No one could ever take that away from her and no one ever would. Especially not someone who had once tried to permanently take him away from her.
Screaming at the ones we love. Like we forgot who we can trust. Screaming at the top of our lungs. On the grounds where we feel safe. Screaming at the ones we love. Like we forgot who we can trust. Screaming at the top of our lungs. On the grounds where we feel safe. Do we feel safe? Do we feel safe? Do we feel safe?
MONDAY, DECEMBER 20TH, 2021
SOMETIME IN THE LATE EVENING
NEW YORK, NEW YORK
THE STATUE OF LIBERTY
“The Statue of Liberty.” A beat. “A symbol of freedom, hope, and inspiration. A beacon of light in the darkest of days, guiding boats and ships and even aircrafts to their designated areas in order to avoid crashing into her.” One hand reaches out, lightly patting the railing in front of her. The camera pans out, catching the top half of the large statue, with Savannah just barely seen in the shot. Yet, she continues on. “For so long, I’ve lived by certain standards. I’ve played by the rules of someone else’s games. I’ve done everything for everyone else time and time and time and time and time again. But, being here? Being in the center of true freedom?” She takes a moment to really think, to consider her words. “It’s given me a new lease on life and I will no longer live my life for everyone else. Whether that makes someone mad or disappointed or it puts a target on my pretty little head. I’m done doing everything for everyone else. I’m doing this for myself from here on out and I think it’s about time I start getting selfish.”
“When I started my journey here in Fallout, things were a little rocky for a bit. I was tossed around mercilessly and thrown about into situations I never should have been put into. But, then things suddenly changed. There was this shiny beacon of hope that everyone else feared, but not me, no. I wanted to be his friend. I wanted to show him that someone could care. I wanted to show him that there was more to life than senseless violence and shedding blood just because he could.” Hands wring together before moving into her pockets of the peacoat she sports. It’s dark red, the color of the blood that she has spilled. The color of the blood others have spilled at the hands of Redd. At the hands of his followers. At the hands of… “Arik Holt is just a man with too much power and too much lunacy within that brain of his. Once upon a time, I considered him a friend. I considered him someone I could trust. Until that trust was broken when he thrust a knife into my boyfriends sternum. Over and over and over again until he bled out in the middle of the most chaotic moment ever.” Neck rolls, eyes closing as she tries to reel her emotions back in. As she tries to catch herself.
“I almost lost the love of my life due to the fact that he is the love of my life. Arik Holt has this notion that one day I will wake up. That one day I will see the light. That one day I will get on my hands and knees and beg him to forgive me for all the transgressions that I have put against him.” A brief pause, gaze staring out at the water as she turns to face the opposite side. “The only thing I regret is not ending his life when I could have. I had the chance to ruin him, I had the chance to put him down. I had the chance to make him scream and bleed and beg for mercy at my own hands. Yet, I showed him mercy because I am an idiot. Yeah, I admit it, I should have taken the shot when I had it. I should have driven that blade into his chest. I should have- I-” She stops, realizes she’s getting lost into darker thoughts, closes her eyes as she takes a few deep and calming breaths. “Arik Holt played a pivotal role in my career and continues to be the bane of my existence but that won’t last for too much longer. Not if I have anything to say about it.” She stares off into the distance for several minutes, the only sound being the blowing wind around her and the sound of the water rolling below.
“I played by his rules. I played his stupid little games. I did every single thing he asked of me and when I decide I’ve had enough? When I fight fire with fire? It becomes a problem?” She laughs, though there isn’t a single ounce of humor in her voice. “Arik Holt is nothing but a hypocrit. He constantly tells me he wants to see me bring out the fire, he wants to see what happens when I really lose my cool. He wants to see the monster I can truly be. Well, guess what? What I do at Wired Consequences? It’s just a taste of what I am going to do to Arik Holt. It’s just a taste of the downfall of True Society. It’s just a taste of ushering in what will be a brand new era around Fallout and there isn’t a thing that Arik Holt or True Society can do to stop it from happening.”
“But, I’m getting ahead of myself. I know True Society aren’t the only ones I have to worry about in this match. Alyssa and Mike are good. They’re great, even. They've both been here for barely a cup of coffee and they're in this match out of pure luck. But, I’ve beaten Alyssa before. I’ve been in the ring with them both and I know what to expect. No matter how many times they want to say they’re leaving this match victorious. No matter how many things they have to say about anyone. They’re going to be two more casualties at the end of this match and after all is said and done?” She pauses. “Then, we’ll see what happens next. I’m not going easy on anyone, friends or not. When it comes to this? Everyone is my enemy and I’m going out swinging if I have to. I’ve taken losses on the chin before and if I lose this one? If I fail to accomplish what I have been scratching and clawing and pulling at teeth for?” She stops, pauses to collect her thoughts. “It’ll hurt, but I’ll push on and keep fighting for any opportunities I can get. By myself. On my own.” She takes a moment to appreciate the view before her, her fear of heights no longer an issue after all she’s had to endure. Gloved hands grip onto the railing before her, eyes closing as the wind blows curls around in the gust. She allows herself just a moment of solace here and now.
“It’s fitting that a song that meant so much to me long before the start of my wrestling career happens to be the theme song for a pivotal moment in my career. One that I will not allow myself to be consumed with vengeance and anger with. One that I intend to capitalize on no matter what stands in my way. Like Gerard Way says in the song. I am not afraid to walk this world alone. Those words have never made more sense until this very moment and now? Now, I walk this path alone because it’s my choice. I walk this path alone in order to prove that I don’t need anyone’s help. That I don’t need any distractions. That anyone who gets in my way? Can just as easily be put down if they stand in my path towards what I truly deserve.” Her grip tightens on the bar in front of her, but her eyes have since opened. She takes a seat on the bench there, hands lightly rubbing against jean covered thighs.
“Come to think of it, I’ve got a two for one True Society special. Billy and Slade. Slade, who I have taken more losses to than I’d like to speak of… and Billy, who I haven’t had the pleasure of facing. Still, I’m going to make sure I do whatever I can to take them out. Even if it means taking out Alyssa and Mike first. Alyssa and Mike are not my main concern, though everyone is a target in my eyes. I’m not stupid, I’m not the same naive girl I once was. I am no longer looking at the world through rose colored glasses. I know that this match leaves a target on my back and no one is going to stop at anything. I’m going into this match with four other well known and dangerous competitors who also want the same thing that I want. But, the fact remains… Who truly wants it more?”
“Understand that I have had this opportunity taken from me far too many times. I had this opportunity ripped away from my by my own boyfriend who took my championship after I got to hold it for like five minutes. I’m going to do whatever I have to do to prove that I am out for blood and that I am going to do whatever it takes to make sure that I prove my point. Savannah Sunshine is no longer about friendships and rainbows. Savannah Sunshine is about to turn this entire place upside down if it leads her on a path of victory. Nothing and no one will stand in my way when it comes to getting what I want.” She pauses, standing to her feet, hands wringing together before tucking into her pockets.
“Nothing will get in the way of me getting what I deserve. True Society, Alyssa, Mike. All four of them will have their work cut out when it comes to the wildcard in this match. I’m putting nothing against anyone here. I know they’re going to do whatever it takes to come out of this victorious as well. But, no one will get that chance with me in their way. By hook or by crook… I am going to be the TWO TIME Noble Champion. Mark my words.” She says pointedly, a glance thrown directly into the camera before she walks over to the elevator. Waiting patiently until the doors open and she steps inside. The final view panning over the Statue of Liberty as the view soon fades to black.
Do we censor or do we flow? Are we drunk on the chemicals? Every feeling in my bones tells me to lash out and tell you to fuck off. You've got my heart and I've got your soul. But are we better off alone? With every battle we lose a little more. Remember everything that we'd die for. You are everything that I'd die for.
