Post by Sara Pettis on Nov 15, 2021 22:58:21 GMT -5
Mama, we all go to hell Mama, we all go to hell I'm writing this letter and wishing you well Mama, we all go to hell Oh well now, Mama, we're all gonna die Mama, we're all gonna die Stop asking me questions, I'd hate to see you cry Mama, we're all gonna die And when we go, don't blame us, yeah We'll let the fires just bathe us, yeah You made us oh, so famous, we'll never let you go And when you go, don't return to me, my love  How can I come so close to winning… so many times… but still fail? All along I had hoped that Fate was on my side… but my second run in Revolution1 has been… disappointing. I’m disappointed in myself mostly. I keep flying too close to the sun, trying to make a serious go of this… and then I fall. You know what they say though. “Fall down seven times; get up eight.” My late husband had that tattooed on his forearm. Sometimes it’s just not possible to get back up. That will not be the case with my trajectory toward the top of Revolution1… hopefully. I’ve tested myself physically, mentally, and emotionally against Brandon Hendrix… Khaos… The Overbaker… Chelsea Skye… and Cerise. Not to mention being the runner-up of the Remembrance Battle Royal. My only victory was against the gargantuan chef of all people. Every other time… Fate has thrown a wrench in the gears of progress. Next up is a man I am familiar with, and one who I have wanted to work with since returning to Revolution1. As I’ve stated, I was a fan of his in Alpha Pro Wrestling. Upon returning here, I saw he was successful as International Champion. It’s too bad that this match comes after the end of his reign because I would love to be the one to take it from him. In my first run with this company, I had my eyes on that prize… and it was just… out… of reach. Now that I have regenerated… it would be great to put an end to my doubt by becoming champion. All in due time, I suppose. Another obstacle on my path comes in the form of Jason Ryan. He's held more titles than most in this business… and yet I can only name two of them. His reign here as International Champion was impressive… as was his reign as APW World Champion. Past that… it seems like he's more worried about quantity over quality. I am very much the opposite… so when I do obtain gold here in Revo1… it will shine brighter than those who came before me. Jason Ryan is The Last Outlaw… Wrestling's Reckoning… The Gunslinger… The Difference Maker. I couldn't tell you what any of those nicknames mean. Like many in this business… he got his start in the backyard. He loved wrestling more than his family, and he left his dying mother so he could get legitimate training. I can't imagine leaving my mom in her time of need, and I cherish all the time spent with her in her last days. Though I don't know him personally, I imagine he is carrying heavy regrets for his past mistakes. The dark path he traveled took him to prison a few times… but he is now a man of God. While I want nothing more than for him to stay on the straight and narrow… I cannot allow him to derail this momentum that is going to carry me to Christmas Chaos and beyond. He is a worthy opponent and in an alternate universe, mayhaps his chances of success might be better. But here… and now… I must do what I was born to do and stand in the warm glow of the crowd. Christmas Chaos is coming up soon… with Cyber Slam being added on the road to the big dance. That big dance is hopefully a shot at Khaos’ World Championship. I know he thinks I don’t deserve a shot… and while wrong… he is entitled to his own opinion. If I wasn’t deserving of a shot… then why has he been ducking me since he chickened out of our match last month? The more he says I don’t deserve a shot… the more I know that his days are numbered. Tick, tick, tick, tock. Our adventure begins at a local bar in Bayside, New York. There we encounter an inebriated bunch of wrestlers: Sara Pettis, Jason Christopher, Schorg Bros, Apokalypse, Norm Lukas, Brice McQueen, and Chip Donahue. Of them all, Sara seems to be the most clear-headed. She sits at the bar and the bartender fills her glass. Bartender: All you want is a Shirley Temple, huh? You pregnant or… Sara: That's none of your business… but no, I'm not. I just don't feel like drinking. Bartender: Oh I get it. Your friends are all having a good time and someone has to remember how crazy it gets. Sara: Three of them are my brothers. I apologize in advance for whatever the tall one over there does tonight. Bartender: We've got an extra bouncer on just for him. He's uhh well known around here. Sara: Oof. He can be a little much sometimes. Bartender: A little? He broke a dude's jaw last week. Sara: Ohmygod! Really?! Bartender: Yeeeah. The dude had it coming. He was groping another bartender… and it was too packed for the bouncer to get over in time. Sara: He does like to play the role of guardian angel. It's just too bad he's also a devil… Their conversation is interrupted when 4' 3" Chip Donahue taps Sara on the back. Chip: A little help, pal? She nods and holds onto the bar stool next to her, so he can climb up to the bar. He taps his hand on the bar, and slides his glass forward for the bartender to fill. Chip: Your brother is something else, pal. He just told the craziest tale about a brick of cocaine and a game of dodgeball with the Yakuza. Sara: I would only believe half of what he says if I were you. He likes to tell tall tales. Chip: Is that a short joke, pal? Sara: Not at all… uhh… pal. Chip: Good! I'd hate to have to-- Before he can finish that statement, he falls off the barstool and crashes to the floor. Within moments, the Schorg Bros help him off of the floor. The barstool is set back up by Sara’s partner Jason. He takes a seat and Sara lifts his arm up, placing it over her shoulders. Jason: Well that was easy. I didn’t even have to use my best pickup line. Sara: Oh yeah? And what’s that? He pulls his arm off of her shoulders and he looks in her eyes. Jason: Hey, girl. If you were a pirate… would you put your parrot on this shoulder… He places his hand on her shoulder, the one closest to him. Jason: … or this shoulder? He smoothly slides his hand over her neck and onto her other shoulder. She feels a surge of goosebumps all over her body. Sara: Oh… wow… Jason: That good, huh? Sara: Oh… yeah. And to answer your question, you found the right shoulder for my parrot. Jason: Nice. Sara: How often does that move work? Jason: Including right now? Sara: Yes. Jason: Once. They share a laugh, which is soon interrupted by her grizzled brother Kevin… the brawler known as Apokalypse. Kevin: SARA! SARA! SAAAAARA!!! Sara: Bring it down, Kev! I’m right next to you! Kevin: Sorry! I’ve had a bit… He belches in her face. Kevin: … too much to drink! Sara: I can tell. Kevin: Listen. Listen. Listen. Hear me out. Okay>? Sara: Okay… Kevin: When you get to Nashville… I need you to… He leans in close. Kevin: BEAT THE FUCKING SHIT OUT OF THAT STUPID FUCKING COCKWEASEL JASON GODDAMN RYAN!!!!!!1 Jason holds Kevin back mid-way through that belligerence. Jason: Eeeeasy, big guy. Kevin: GET YOUR PAWS OFF ME, YA FILTHY CANUCK!!! Kevin takes a swing at Jason, who ducks it and goes behind, locking in a devastating katahajime. Within moments, bouncers arrive and Jason releases Kevin into their… loving… embrace. They drag him out of the bar. Jason turns around and goes face-to-face with Sara, whose eyes are widened while she bites her lip. Sara: We’re leaving. Now. Jason: But I haven’t finished my-- He stops that statement, realizing what that looks means. Jason: Yeeeesss, ma’am! Das ende. Jason Ryan, I admire your belief that you are the master of this game and everyone knows your name. Please understand that there can be more than one master… and you're looking at the one who is destined to carry Revolution1 into the new year. You stand before me at my best… when nobody has actually defeated me since my regeneration. Do you have the intestinal fortitude to withstand the natural disaster coming your way at Tuesday Night Sin? My educated guess is that no… you don't have what it takes to slow me down. You may have God on your side but not even she can stop Fate. It is the force driving my career along this road filled with peaks and valleys. One day, it will bring me to a place of prosperity. That day may be sooner than anyone realizes, Jason. One of these days, I will figure out the magic formula that will bring me to the promised land. No more cowering in the shadows for the Child of Fate. No more waiting in line for things to go my way. No more hanging out in catering, accepting handouts. I am going to fight my way to the top… no matter what comes my way. I've only scratched the surface of the potential for greatness here in Revolution1. Soon enough, the world… nay… the universe will see the truths I hold inside of my soul. I know that all sounds a little weird… but certainly not as weird as your ramblings, Jason. You’re a walking contradiction. You know that, right? For a man of God… you’re also the devil… and the scourge of wrestling… but also a patriarch? I don’t understand a word of it… and… frankly… I’m concerned. CTE is an ever-present danger of our profession and I sincerely hope you seek help. Running down your entire life story and then rambling about how bad you’re going to beat me… while also not even having the sense to remember the name of your next opponent is… well… it’s concerning. It was almost like listening to MadLibs from a scared, lost child. Is that what you are, Jason? Are you scared? Are you lost? Do you miss your mommy? Do you blame yourself for not being there when she passed? You chose to chase material desires and it cost you everything. At the end of it all… when there is nothing left… you will be filled with nothing but remorse for the doldrum life that you created. I pity you, Jason… but it doesn’t seem like you are in the right state of mind to accept my pity. Your delusions are clouding your judgement… and that will spell certain disaster at Tuesday Night Sin. Your sights are set on regaining the International Championship that you recently lost… but your blind ambition will send you right off of a cliff. I won’t be there to catch you when you fall. I’ll be standing atop the cliff with my hands held high. You will learn nothing from this defeat, as I fear your brain is too far gone. I know it’s scary, Jason… but you need help. You could live a fulfilling life outside of the ring. This sport is just too dangerous for a man with a brain that deteriorated. While we may not be friends, Jason... I'm here if you ever need to talk... |
