Post by Savannah Sunshine. on Feb 10, 2022 7:03:07 GMT -5
i know it hurts sometimes.
but, you’ll get over it.
you’ll find another life to live.
i swear that you’ll get over it.
i know you’re sad and tired.
you’ve got nothing left to give.
POST-FALLOUT XX
BACKSTAGE @ PETERSEN EVENTS CENTER
FT. BILLY
“Where the hell IS HE?!” Savannah’s pushing away the doctors who are trying to tend to her after everything she had just been put through. One arm wrapped around her midsection as she has a look of pure anger on her face. Face bright red and warm to the touch. She shoves away the doctor who tries to coax her towards the trainers room, but she’s in no mood. “I’ll kill him. I swear on everything that I fucking LOVE, I’ll k-”
She grimaces, groans, clearly in pain as Arik wraps an arm gently around her waist. She spares a barely there smile, tugging just at the corner of her lips. “... Sorry.” She inhales a slow and gentle breath, slowly breathing out through her mouth as she tries to calm down to some extent. She feels like she might explode, perhaps not literally, but she can feel the anger in her veins. Making her blood boil, making her face red, making her seethe.
Arik carefully leads Savannah towards the trainers room, helping her onto the table as she leans back against the wall. “It’s okay to be angry, that’s expected. But, you’ve been through a lot tonight. You need to rest and let the doctors take care of you. If not for yourself, then for the benefit of those who care about you.” He’s holding onto one of her hands, which she squeezes just barely.
“I’ll be right outside and if these doctors so much as hurt a single hair on your head-” He’s cut off as Savannah points an index finger in his direction. “Temper.” A beat. “We talked about this. I’ll be fine, really. It’ll give me time to cool off. Thank you.” She squeezes his hand this time, his own hand lingering, until he pulls away completely as he exits the room to stand outside of the door.
A breath escapes her lips a moment later, all of the air in her lungs seemingly spilling out entirely. She feels like a deflated balloon, yet that anger and frustration is still there. She’s used to being second choice, used to being pushed aside, so why does it hurt so much? She’s lost in her own thoughts, until someone comes bursting through the door. It’s Billy Bennett in all her glory, crown and all as she moves to sit beside Savannah on the table.
“How ya’ feelin’?” Billy grimaces slightly, taking in the full sight of Savannah. She’s got a couple of bumps and bruises and scrapes and she’s sure to have a black eye tomorrow. “Not good. Ribs are killing me, nothing broken, thankfully. Just… pain.” She pauses, just briefly. “Anger too. Frustration. A lot of it. Is this normal?” Gaze moves to Billy as the doctor working on her cleans some of the cuts and scrapes and places some Hello Kitty band-aids on some of the bigger ones.
“Yeah, I reckon it’s normal when your family is put in harms way. Wouldn’t know though.” Billy seems distracted, though Savannah won’t ask about it. Not right now, at least. “You’ll get ‘em next time though. I can just tell. Ya’ gotta’ channel all that frustration and anger and use it in a better way. Without holding back anymore.” Billy shoots Savannah a knowing look when she tries to deny it. “Don’t ya’ even try to deny it. I know you, Sav’. Ya’ just gotta’ move past all the bullshit and cut off all those feelin’s and just be.” Billy reaches a hand up towards messy curls, ruffles Savannah’s hair a bit in an affectionate kind of way.
There’s a gentle little grin on Savannah’s lips as a little sigh escapes her. Head moves to rest against Billy’s shoulder as the doctor finishes up with her. “Thanks for coming to check on me. You’re my best friend now, Billy. Dunno’ if I could do it without you these days.” She plants a theatrical little smooch onto Billy’s cheek, much to Billy’s chagrin as her nose crinkles slightly. “Yeah, don’t mention it. You’d… do the same for me, so.” Billy shrugs nonchalantly, gently pushing Savannah to rest her up against the wall once more. She slides off of the table, tucks her hands into her pockets. “Hey, listen. I’ve got some stuff to take care of, don’t know how long it’s gonna’ take. But, I just wanted to let you know I might not be around for a bit.”
Savannah nods understandingly, it’s clear that Billy has her own stuff going on. “Well, I hope everything is okay. You’ll check in with me when you get back, yeah?” She shoots a hopeful little look in Billy’s direction, who nods a bit. “Yeah, ‘course I will. I’ll see ya’ later.” Billy hesitates momentarily, before wrapping Savannah up in a hug. It’s right to the point and quick, but something that warms Savannah to the core. Before she knows it, Billy is out of sight and she is scanning the backstage area for her father. It’s been a long night and she needs to check on him, needs to know that he’s okay, needs to watch out for him. After everything that had transpired tonight, she doesn’t feel so well. Her head is spinning and her brain is filled to the brim with overthinking.
Finally, she spots Jaxon sitting on a bench just outside of the backstage area. Sprinting over towards him as she gets closer, he stands to his feet and wraps her up into a hug. Her eyes fill with hot tears as they pull apart, sleeve of her hoodie used to wipe them away hurriedly. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think you being here would put you in danger. He shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry.” She’s stumbling over her words, blubbering like a baby as Jaxon wipes her tears away.
“Hey, hey look at me, kiddo. It’s fine, I’m alright.” His voice is gentle as he tips her chin up slightly. “Part and parcel of the business. Means sometimes shit gets personal. Guess you were right when you said Jason’s not himself anymore.” He frowns slightly, sighing gently as he sits back down onto the bench, patting the spot beside him as Savannah tucks herself under his arm.
“Listen.” Jaxon shifts slightly, makes himself a bit more comfortable with an arm wrapped affectionately around his daughter. “There’s a lot going on for you lately, including cutting ties with people you love. But, don’t let all that darkness cloud your judgement. Don’t let all that anger eat you up until you no longer recognize yourself. Or else shit will get a lot worse.” He stretches, lets out a gentle yawn.
“I know what it’s like to feel anger after personal attacks like what happened tonight. The good thing is I’m alive and still kickin’ and if that sonofabitch thinks he’s gonna’ get away with it? He’s wrong. Might not be able to wrestle anymore, but I’ve got a badass daughter who will always be on my side.” He presses a kiss to the top of her head, pulling her in a bit closer with a gentle sigh.
Savannah takes a moment to soak up this time, it’s rare that she has moments like this anymore. She rarely gets to spend one on one time with her father like this, so she’ll take it in any doses she can get it. “Do you think ma would be disappointed in me? I’ve made a lot of questionable choices and I know she would never want me to stray from being myself. I’m just…” There’s a pause, a deep breath, a slow exhale. “I’m so tired of trying. Tired of being second choice. I’m just tired in general.” She wants to cry, but it’s as if the tears don’t want to leave her eyes. Her eyes burn, sting, with hot tears that well up there. But, they never spill from her eyes. She inhales a shaky breath, slowly lets it out, and a sudden scream wrenches from deep within and escapes into the night.
Jaxon allows her to let out all of her emotions, allows her to scream to her hearts content, allows her to sob and sob and sob until she feels back to a safe space. He picks her up from the ground, sets her beside him, and carefully cups her face in his rough hands.
“Your mother was -- is -- always proud of you, Savannah. You’re on a path of self destruction lately. You’re on a path we don’t quite understand. But, I’m here. Your mother is proud of you always. You should know that, that’s all she ever wanted any of you too know. Even now, when you don’t feel secure where you are yet. She’s proud of you, even if she can’t understand your decision. Even if we can’t understand it. This is where you are now, this is where you want to be. No one can change that decision except for you, if that is what you want.”
Jaxon lets go of his daughter, slowly stands to his feet, lets out a gentle grunt as his bones crack and creak. “It’s getting late, kiddo. You ready to start heading home?” A glance is tossed into Savannah’s direction as Jaxon takes a moment to stretch a bit. Savannah lets his previous words sink in for a moment, lost in her own thoughts, though a gentle nudge from Jaxon pulls her to the present. A soft repeat, instead of reaching a hand out, he opts to give his daughter a piggyback ride. Something she hasn’t gotten since she was just a girl.
There’s no hesitation as Savannah climbs onto his back, arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders and chest. Jaxon tucks his hands beneath her thighs as he gets a good grip on her. Before the two head off towards the parking lot to head home for the night. Savannah has a lot on her mind, but she will deal with it later. For now, she wants to enjoy this moment as best as she can.
A FEW DAYS LATER
THE ROCKY BALBOA STEPS/STATUE
PHILADELPHIA, PENNSYLVANIA
FT. PROJECT: UNDERGROUND ROOKIES
“There are seventy two concrete stone steps here. Some of you might recognize them, others might be too young to even know what a Rocky is.” Savannah seems a bit irritated at that revelation, eyes rolling slightly. Everyone is dressed in warm clothes, trying to keep the chill of the wind from making them shiver. “For the next few hours, we’ll be working on cardio. Some of you seem like you could use the work. The last time I was here, I completed these steps in forty five minutes. Each time it gets easier, though it helps to take a break once you reach the top or the bottom. You can go at your own pace, but it has to be a jog, sprint, or run.” She stands in front of the rookies, all spread out before her. Some look like they don’t even want to be there, but they endure it anyway.
“Pace yourselves and don’t forget to take breaks if needed. Go at your own speed, with the condition that there is to be no walking until you reach the top. Good luck!” Savannah blows the whistle around her neck, loudly, causing some of the rookies to cringe slightly. Without another word, they all set to take off up the large amount of stairs. Leaving the small, Savannah Sunshine, watching from the bottom. Her gaze drifts towards the rookies, watching as they look to reach the goal. Some of them are slower than others, some of them have stopped to take pictures with the Rocky statue, which has her stomping her way over and annoyingly blowing her whistle. “NO ROCKY PICTURES UNTIL YOU CLIMB THE STEPS!” She shoos them away from the statue, much to the grumbling that follows.
Savannah sighs softly, sets up her cellphone as she begins filming. She starts the shot facing the steps ahead of her, where the viewers can see some Project: Underground rookies. “Welcome to the city of brotherly love! Philadelphia, home to fictional character, Rocky Balboa. Also, home to me… But, who’s really keeping track?” She flips the camera to selfie mode, her face and down to the top of her chest showing. “I think this city is great, I grew up here. I learned here, I grew spiritually. This is where my family is. This is where my heart is. There’s so much love in this city, when you find the right places.” She moves to take a seat on the bench that’s not too far from the Rocky statue. Wanting to keep it just in view as she sets her phone up onto a little tripod a few feet ahead of her.
With the area roped off for her little group today, she’s thankful she can take a minute to get some thoughts out. “The past several months for me have been exhausting, mentally and physically. I have been busting my ass to make sure I earn every opportunity that I have been given. Regardless of what anyone has to say about me, I put in the work and I do what needs to be done and absolutely no one can take that away from me. No one can say I’m being handed opportunities when I’ve been here for damn near a year proving that I am worthy of all of the chances I’ve earned.” She collects herself, hesitant gaze tossed towards the steps, before she focuses once more. It’s clear she has a lot on her mind, but she can’t let her emotions overtake what is more important. She has no time to allow herself to get emotionally invested in any of this any longer.
“Alyssa sure had a lot to say about me last time for someone who hasn’t done a lick of anything worthy of noting around here. You’ve been here for a cup of coffee, you’ve opened your mouth about me like you know a damn thing. This isn’t OWA, you’re not going to walk in here and act like you own the fucking place. I’m quickly shutting that shit down whether you like it or not. This is my home, this is my sanctuary and if you think for a measly second that I didn’t earn my spot here? Well, do I have some fucking news for you.”
She clicks her tongue, head tilting slightly. “I’ve not been handed anything, I’ve not been put where I am just because. If anything, you’ve been given opportunities just because. So, if the shoe fits, lace that bitch up and fucking wear it. I am so tired of you acting like you are God’s gift to the world. Newsflash, sweetheart… You are nothing special. That much has been made clear around here.”
“The only joke I see around here is you, someone who claims to constantly want to prove herself, only to fail to rise to the occasion every single time it seems. You want to claim that I’ve done nothing but make myself out to be a victim and if speaking about the injustices that have happened to me makes me a victim? Then, it is what it is. One thing I won’t allow is for you to be another person who sits here and runs their mouth about me without the repercussions of your actions. It’s a neverending circle with you, you open your mouth, you talk shit, and you end up failing in the end. This will be no different for you, as much as I’m sure you will claim that you are going to walk away the new Ascension champion at the end of this battle.”
“You’ve called me selfish, when before all of this all I’ve ever done is sacrifice myself over and over and over again for the people I care for the most. I put myself on the backburner. I put everyone above myself because I cared so much more about everyone else! Now, I’m selfish, because I’m finally putting myself first. Yeah, sure, whatever you say. I’ll tell you another thing, you ever mention Billy in bad light again and I promise, you better watch your mouth unless you want your tongue cut right out. Billy is the least of your concerns. She had nothing to do with what previously happened. She’s my fucking friend and the only fucking support system I have now. Who the fuck are you to judge anyone when you’re sitting around trying to juggle your own bullshit?” She’s getting worked up again, takes a moment to take a few deep breaths, before she tries again.
“Before you start pointing fingers and blaming me for shit that was out of my control, you take a good long look in the mirror. There are two fingers pointing right back at you, you goddamn hypocrite. You think your holier than thou attitude is going to get you anywhere? Then, you have shit absolutely twisted. You aren’t going to get very far with that bullshit because everyone can see right through you. Clear as fucking day. You have no right to call me selfish because let me hit you with an uno fucking reverse, babygirl. You are absolutely no better than I am. Nor have I ever claimed to be an angel.” There’s a dark little smirk on her lips as her eyes narrow slightly.
“But, I’m not claiming anything other than the fact that I am going to enjoy dishing out pain to you and Jason both.” She can’t help the humorless chuckle that spills from her lips as she leans forward with elbows resting on her knees. “And don’t even get me started about that situation. You think none of us have noticed the soft spot you have for Jason? Or whatever is left of him these days? You slipped up, you showed weakness when you decided to open your mouth and nearly speak the fact that you were once in love with him. We all heard it, even if you like to pretend it never happened. Even if you want to simply sweep it under the rug.”
There’s an all too wicked little smirk on Savannah’s lips as she stares right at the camera. “Unlike you, I don’t pretend like things don’t happen. I don’t pretend to ignore my feelings. I let myself feel it all, the good, the bad, and the goddamn ugly. You cannot for a measly second of your life be honest. You can’t handle the truth you so badly shove down deep. Instead, you live in a fantasy world with your supposed fiance who you love oh so much. When are you actually going to be honest with him, Alyssa?”
“Don’t you think at the very least, he deserves to know the truth? To know how you really feel about Jason? To know about the feelings that are constantly on the tip of your tongue? It might feel easier for you to ignore it, but it will eat you up. It will swallow you whole until you are truthfully and fully honest with yourself.” Savannah sits up, leans back against the bench as her arms rest along the back of it.
“I just find this entire situation entertaining. You play the victim, you tell Finn that there’s nothing to worry about, you act as if everything in your life is golden and beautiful and perfect. But, that isn’t the case, is it? Even then, you can’t be honest, you can’t be truthful. You pass those feelings off as nothing more than missing the past. As nothing more than missing the Jason that you knew. You pass it off as missing the friendship that you once had. But, why don’t you stop lying to yourself and everyone else and spit out what we all already know?”
She narrows her gaze slightly, jaw twitching a bit. “You were in love with him. Not in the mere friendship kind of way. Not in the way you can just brush feelings off. In the way that he made you feel things you wish you didn’t feel. Believe me, I know what that’s like, but it does nothing but hurt the people you love until you are open and honest and transparent.” Savannah huffs slightly, tucking a stray curl behind her ear.
“I understand now, why I’ve always felt like second choice. Why I’ve always felt like he deserved better. Why I always felt like-” She pauses, cuts herself off abruptly. “It doesn’t matter. All that matters is that I am going to make this an absolute living Hell for you. You had so much to say about me last time, it wouldn’t surprise me if you’ve got more bullshit to pull from out of thin air and toss at the wall until it sticks. There’s nothing you can say to or about me that the world doesn’t already know about. Hell, I’m pretty sure you’re gonna recycle the same old insults you’ve used time and time again.”
“I understand now why they say not to drink when you’re already upset. I understand now why they say it will make you bitter and not better. Why don’t you put the fucking bottle down for five minutes and try again when you’re not drunk and spewing a bunch of shit that you don’t even know about? You don’t know a damn thing about me, so don’t act like you do. I’m tired of pretending I have a single ounce of respect for you.”
“Anything the entity will do to you is nothing compared to what I have in store. You have no idea what a woman scorned can do to the world that made her this way. You’ll be pile of failure once again… and I’ll be there to revel in your own failures. I’ll be there to enjoy the view as the medics will have to come out to drag your body out of the arena because you won’t be able to walk away from any of this on your own.”
“I will enjoy every single second of your misery. I would soak up as much solitude and goodness that you can because it won’t last for long. You can pull out all the stops you want, but you will never amount to anything around here so long as I have anything to say about it.” Her eyes cloud over with something dark as she closes in on the camera, view turning to darkness as she ends the feed and slides her cellphone into her pocket without another word.
A FEW HOURS LATER
ANDREWS HOUSEHOLD
PHILADELPHIA, PENNSYLVANIA
FT. JAXON ANDREWS
It’s been a few hours and a nap and cheesesteak later, Savannah’s rested and full and situated back at home. She’s curled up in the little window seat, watching the rain fall down in droplets. Each drop sliding against the glass as she wraps both hands around the mug. It’s filled with Earl Grey tea, warm to the touch, and filling her with that same warmth. She sets the mug down beside her, lifts a finger up to touch it to a single raindrop, and traces a path with it as it slides down the window.
“Hey, you alright? You only ever sit here when you’re upset.” Her fathers voice rings out and pulls her from her thoughts, head turned in his direction. “What’s up, kiddo? What’s going on in that head of yours?” He sits in the chair not far from her, slides it up, until he’s pressed against the edge. One hand reaches out to tap at one of her temples, which causes a laugh to spill from her lips.
“Missing people that I shouldn’t be missing, I guess.” There’s a momentary grimace as Savannah sighs softly. She takes a deep sip from her tea, a sigh of content falling from her lips a second later. “It’s not like I wanted the breakup to happen, you know? I just couldn’t handle it. Not knowing if he was okay, not knowing if I would ever get him back, dealing with being the punching bag mentally for a psychotic son of a bitch.”
She pauses, glances out the window again as she settles her nearly empty cup aside. “He’s dead, dad. He’s never coming back. I won’t ever get the chance to apologize. I won’t ever get to see his face again. I-” She can feel her chest rising and falling, eyes welling with hot tears as he scoots himself beside her. He wraps an arm around her waist, pulls her into his side, as she simply lets herself feel. It’s the first time she’s let it sink in, that he’s gone, that he’s not coming back.
She sobs and sobs and sobs until she’s not even crying anymore. There are no more tears, gentle hiccups, and a sore throat from all of the cries she has let out. Her chest hurts, her soul hurts, everything hurts and it’s hard to breathe. She clings to her father, buries her face into Jaxon’s chest as she tries to calm herself down. She still needs to work, needs to get things done, but there’s so much to feel. There’s so much pain, so much… everything. It takes her several minutes to calm down, to feel like she can finally breathe.
Her grip on her father loosens as she moves to dry her face with the sleeve of her oversized sweater. Her eyes burn, her throat is raw from the screaming and sobbing shes done. “I miss him. So much. It hurts. I never said it out loud, that- that he’s gone.” It feels like the air in her lungs all but deflates entirely. “But, he is. I know that now. The man that’s left is not Jason…” She sniffles, pulls herself together with a firm nod. “Which means I will do whatever it takes to make sure he suffers. No more feelings, no more attachments, no more tears.”
Savannah clears her throat as Jaxon removes himself from the window seat. He gently places his hands on her shoulders, forcing her to look up at him. “Remember what I said, alright? Don’t let your anger eat you alive. It will turn you into someone you can no longer recognize and is that really a path you want to go down again?” Jaxon remembers the last time she had gone too far, the demon that had been left. Almost a pure personification of all of her rage, her frustration, the darkness that dared to consumer her. He remembers what it turned her into and he doesn’t want her to go down that path again. There’s silence so deafening you could hear a pin drop in the room.
“Don’t let the darkness consume me. I know, I remember. It’s fine.” She offers a meak little smile, standing on tiptoes to press a kiss to her fathers cheek. While he stares at her with eyes full of worry, she steps out of the room and into the sunroom where she can have time alone, to think, to pull herself together, to breathe. Anything to keep her from falling apart all over again if it meant making sure no one knew she had been crying previously. She wipes at her face, takes a few minutes, and takes a few deep breaths before sitting cross legged on the floor. Cellphone pressed against the wall as she presses the red record button before sliding back to sit properly.
As the video begins recording, there’s a low breath that fills the air as Savannah slowly opens her eyes to glance at the camera. “I have a lot to say right now, so I guess it’s time to buckle down and prepare for what’s about to happen.” She exhales an audible breath, shifting in her spot on the floor. “You know, at first I thought all of this was just some kind of joke. I thought that maybe Jason -- My Jason -- Was still somewhere in there. I thought that maybe I could bring him back and show him that he didn’t have to bring out this darkness in order to feel like he could be something.”
She pauses, takes a moment to calm down. “He was already somebody before all of this darkness. Before all of the bad stuff. Before all of this. He had the whole world in the palm of his hands. He has so many accomplishments just on his own alone. I- I don’t understand.” She clears her throat, head shaking as she stares off into space before speaking up again.
“When that… thing… said that Jason was dead. When that thing said that he was never coming back. I didn’t believe it, no, scratch that. I didn’t want to believe it. I wanted to believe that he was still out there. Somewhere. Anywhere. Even if it meant that he was alone. I would have found him, I could have- I should have- I-” She cuts herself off before she can get herself all worked up again. Takes a deep and slow breath, before she starts again. This time, an all too sickeningly sweet smile is painted across her face. Though, there’s something a bit terrifying about it.
“At the last episode of Fallout, a lot happened. My father, who was nothing more than a fan in the crowd, was physically assaulted. A sickening and twisted distraction tactic used to manipulate me. Don’t get me wrong, that was my mistake, but I told him he could have stayed home. But, he’s a grown ass man and he does whatever the hell he wants.” She grits her teeth, grimaces before she goes on. “There was absolutely no reason for that stupid prick to put his hands on my father… and it’s going to be something he’s got to regret. He can feel pain, he can be defeated. Don’t get it twisted, my goal is simple: Get through this match, dish out as much punishment as possible, and move the fuck on from these two imbeciles.”
Tongue peeks out to trace against her bottom lip, just barely, a mere tick she had. “I’ve been tired of facing these two over and over again. It’s exhausting. I’m tired of having to face people I’ve already dealt with. I don’t ever want to have to do this again for a long fucking time once this match comes to a conclusion. I don’t give a rats ass what I have to do if it means keeping both of them down for good.”
“You took the one person that I have ever truly loved away from me. You left him for dead, you let him DIE!” She can feel the anger rising in her, but she’s trying her best to reel it in. “As if that wasn’t enough, you’ve gone out of your way countless times to humiliate me. You attacked my father for no goddamn reason. You constantly feel the need to make everyone around you miserable because god fucking forbid any of us have a single momentary piece of happiness. We aren’t the ones who killed our own flesh and blood. We aren’t the ones who killed our wife, our daughter, and countless of others for your own selfish reasons.”
“So, don’t sit here and take out your own miserableness on the rest of us, you miserable piece of shit. You deserve every single moment of darkness that makes you so much as squirm. You deserve to live with knowing that you singlehandedly murdered your wife and daughter and I know how much it eats you alive. I know how much it gets under your skin. How proud would they be of you right now?” Head tilts slightly as lips purse.
“How would Hannah feel about the monster you’ve become?” There’s a beat, brief and quick. “How would Amelia feel about what you’ve become? They would hate you. Down to your very core. Let’s not act like they would have a single piece of respect and proudness for you. They would fear you, they would detest you, they wouldn’t want to be anywhere near you… and I don’t blame them for it one single goddamn bit. You are nothing more than a monster who sucks the lives and happiness out of those around you. You manipulate people down to their core. You make them turn into something they no longer recognize.”
“You ruin their lives for your own entertainment, because you ruined your own life when you killed your family you cared for so much. Don’t you dare for one second try to deny it either because we both know you’d be doing yourself an injustice by lying.” Her jaw clenches, there’s a clear look of pure anger and frustration on her face. The bridge of her nose crinkled, brows knitting together, and face turning slightly red in her fury, in her rage.
“You had an oath to swear as soon as that precious child of yours was born. You were supposed to protect her, you were supposed to protect the both of them, and you failed them instead. You killed them in cold blood just because you wanted to stop some shitty fucking war that’s going to inevitably happen in another fucking timeline. God, do you understand how fucking selfish that is? To kill the people who love you so dearly? What kind of sick and twisted bastard does that! You are nothing, Jason Morrissey-Long. No matter where you came from, no matter how many people you make suffer, you will never be satisfied. That’s the problem, isn’t it?” Legs stretch out ahead of her, restless and amped up. There’s electric energy coursing through her veins it feels like.
“You put your hands on my father, the one thing you never, ever, ever do, is put your hands on a mere fan. Someone who is merely enjoying the fucking show. Regardless of who they are or what kind of reaction you wanted out of me. You wanted me to get pissed off? You wanted to light a fire in my veins? You want to see how absolutely insane I can get when I’m pushed to my limits? Because, that is exactly what you are going to get when we are all in that ring together. Everything you’ve done to me, to Mike, to everyone you have made suffer… I’m putting a goddamn end to it at The Crowning. No matter if that means I have to put my body through the most extreme conditions to do it. I am going to make sure that you do not walk away from this without feeling the pain and suffering you have put everyone else through.”
Hands wring together in her spot, body sliding forward to get a bit closer to her cellphone. “You have made everyone in this place absolutely miserable. We were perfectly fine before you came around to make matters even worse. I don’t care what I have to do, I don’t care if it means I have to lose parts of myself. I don’t care if I am unrecognizable at the end of all of this. I will stop at nothing to ensure your downfall. I will stop at nothing to make sure you do not walk out of this with the Ascension championship. I don’t care. I’ve had enough of these childish games, the way you kissed not only me, but Alyssa as well. You’re sick in the fucking head if you think this shit is just going to slide by with zero punishment coming your way. You have absolutely no idea the kind of storm you have unleashed… and whatever darkness comes out is your fault.”
She stands to her feet, leaning down in a crouched position in front of her cellphone. “At the end of the night, there will be two bodies laid out whether on that canvas or elsewhere… and I am going to make sure I am the only one left in the rubble of the wake. I’m not going to bother wishing any of you good luck. Just hope you can survive the war that has been stirred up. Spend these last few days you have carefully because you will not have the same when you leave this match. Kiss the lives you once knew goodbye and prepare for all out battle.” She shoots a wicked little smirk at the camera, before her hand closes in around it and she ends the scene in a shot of pure darkness as it fades to a close.
