Post by Kagome Akaibara on Mar 25, 2021 20:32:32 GMT -5
“Any suggestions?”
The words sound pleading, almost nervous. Kagome had went against her manager’s warning...and seemingly spoken to Christian DeMarco, through no fault of her own. She sat on her bed, swinging her legs back and forth as she took the moment in.
She needed the win more than she needed an enemy of a fan, but she didn’t want the trouble that came with it. She just wanted to know what a victory on the big stage felt like.
That everyone else had come to a moment where their biggest moments came in steps. It wasn’t how you swam thru the turbulence, but how you made it to the slow stream at the top of the mountain…
“Don’t do anything else stupid...and just focus on the match. I will catch up with you later.”
She wasn’t a fucking salmon, but fuck they have the hardest struggle to future success. She pondered that thought as she rolled off the bed and stood up, a defiant look in her eye as she looks for her training gear.
She had a match that would define expectations. She smiled cheerfully as she grabbed the duffel bag. The match would expand her horizons and put her on the map in Fallout. Who she could prove herself to would matter more, but winning at Wired Consequences would set the pace that ultimately would lead to just her being better than everyone.
She stood as she quickly took count of her inventory within the duffel bag. Something was amidst but she didn’t mind as she mentally took stock of her belongings. The match itself was of importance, she would need to beat Finale under Noble Rules to get her message across. That her name signify a level of greatness that her god brother could achieve in his sleep. She giggled as she grabbed her flat keys, before walking over in her front door, propping it open and looking back.
She was coming back to the ring to prove folks wrong and that was the goal thru and thru.
The words sound pleading, almost nervous. Kagome had went against her manager’s warning...and seemingly spoken to Christian DeMarco, through no fault of her own. She sat on her bed, swinging her legs back and forth as she took the moment in.
She needed the win more than she needed an enemy of a fan, but she didn’t want the trouble that came with it. She just wanted to know what a victory on the big stage felt like.
That everyone else had come to a moment where their biggest moments came in steps. It wasn’t how you swam thru the turbulence, but how you made it to the slow stream at the top of the mountain…
“Don’t do anything else stupid...and just focus on the match. I will catch up with you later.”
She wasn’t a fucking salmon, but fuck they have the hardest struggle to future success. She pondered that thought as she rolled off the bed and stood up, a defiant look in her eye as she looks for her training gear.
She had a match that would define expectations. She smiled cheerfully as she grabbed the duffel bag. The match would expand her horizons and put her on the map in Fallout. Who she could prove herself to would matter more, but winning at Wired Consequences would set the pace that ultimately would lead to just her being better than everyone.
She stood as she quickly took count of her inventory within the duffel bag. Something was amidst but she didn’t mind as she mentally took stock of her belongings. The match itself was of importance, she would need to beat Finale under Noble Rules to get her message across. That her name signify a level of greatness that her god brother could achieve in his sleep. She giggled as she grabbed her flat keys, before walking over in her front door, propping it open and looking back.
She was coming back to the ring to prove folks wrong and that was the goal thru and thru.