Post by Kagome Akaibara on May 18, 2021 22:52:39 GMT -5
“Thru thick and thin….you know how the saying goes, right?”
Jesse voices her question..gazing at Kagome who is simply holding plank pushup position. A few strands of hair dangle in front of her as Jesse checks a timer. She smiles all the while grabbing an orange and begins peeling.
“...with a chance to shine. It was one of James’s weird mottos.” Kagome took to placing one knee onto the ground, but thought against it, keeping her legs in perfect form. There was much to be focused on, she had taken to announced match at Disputed Territory with lukewarm reception. She fancied a show away but this didn’t seem like some ordinary booking from Christian DeMarco, nor did she wish to change up now in light of the last few events on the road. She had a bone to pick with Pixie’s ways of intervening and costing her. She wanted that shot more than anything.
The timer beeped, allowing Kagome a brief, but reassuring moment to rest as Jesse finished setting a plate of sliced oranges on a plate and placing it right in front of Kagome’s face, that was buried into the carpet briefly before she took a deep breath and exhaled. She admired the sliced fruit, before resting her prone body properly, there was no need to be at the top of the line, but losing the #1 Contendership stung, but being handed another confused her, but brought a smile as she popped one slice into her mouth.
Maybe there was reason to believe otherwise…
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Pity is for the weak. I have no qualms for awaits me...facing you Kasey. I am determined to to pick up where i was dropped off. I am sure this is something to have heard before. That challengers come and go, that many seek to dethrone you for what its worth. That worth is only equated to your self-value. Something that requires me to acknowledge and accept as superior to anything out there.
Such is the life of a challenger heading into the lioness’s den. Her speciality is that to maim, to cause suffering. She seeks to see if i will rage and flail against the darkest light shone upon me. I am afraid i have little time to prepare for such funneling. I don’t need to redirect, but approaching this situation requires clarity, requires calm. Time is of the essence, of which you have bled before. I simply seek to prove, that i am not someone to cross on principle and that ascension championship will change hands this week. I swear upon it.
Jesse voices her question..gazing at Kagome who is simply holding plank pushup position. A few strands of hair dangle in front of her as Jesse checks a timer. She smiles all the while grabbing an orange and begins peeling.
“...with a chance to shine. It was one of James’s weird mottos.” Kagome took to placing one knee onto the ground, but thought against it, keeping her legs in perfect form. There was much to be focused on, she had taken to announced match at Disputed Territory with lukewarm reception. She fancied a show away but this didn’t seem like some ordinary booking from Christian DeMarco, nor did she wish to change up now in light of the last few events on the road. She had a bone to pick with Pixie’s ways of intervening and costing her. She wanted that shot more than anything.
The timer beeped, allowing Kagome a brief, but reassuring moment to rest as Jesse finished setting a plate of sliced oranges on a plate and placing it right in front of Kagome’s face, that was buried into the carpet briefly before she took a deep breath and exhaled. She admired the sliced fruit, before resting her prone body properly, there was no need to be at the top of the line, but losing the #1 Contendership stung, but being handed another confused her, but brought a smile as she popped one slice into her mouth.
Maybe there was reason to believe otherwise…
-
Pity is for the weak. I have no qualms for awaits me...facing you Kasey. I am determined to to pick up where i was dropped off. I am sure this is something to have heard before. That challengers come and go, that many seek to dethrone you for what its worth. That worth is only equated to your self-value. Something that requires me to acknowledge and accept as superior to anything out there.
Such is the life of a challenger heading into the lioness’s den. Her speciality is that to maim, to cause suffering. She seeks to see if i will rage and flail against the darkest light shone upon me. I am afraid i have little time to prepare for such funneling. I don’t need to redirect, but approaching this situation requires clarity, requires calm. Time is of the essence, of which you have bled before. I simply seek to prove, that i am not someone to cross on principle and that ascension championship will change hands this week. I swear upon it.