Post by Sara Pettis on Nov 29, 2021 23:37:51 GMT -5
We've come to draw draw draw
Draw from You again eh eh eh eh
I have come to draw draw draw
Draw from You again eya-eh-eh-eye-eh-eh
We have come to draw
From Your well, Jesus
Draw from You again eya eh eya eh eh
We have come to draw draw draw
Draw from you again eh-eh-eh
Lord, I have come to draw
Yesterday is gone, today I'm in need
I want to draw from You again
I want to draw from You again
I could claim the Powerball jackpot this week and still not be able to buy a win in Revolution1. It's not for lack of trying. It's just that… well… to be honest… I have no idea what the problem is. The more of myself I give, the less rewarding this profession has been for me lately. Grind, grind, grind. That's all I do and there's just… nothing… to show for it. Sure, I have a gauntlet named after me… and that's cool… I guess. Sara Pettis versus The World has a nice ring to it… and yet… it seems all too familiar.
See, it's always been Sara Pettis versus The World. From day one until day… whatever it is now. I've been on this treadmill of pain for so long… with such a high incline… and I just want a break. No, I need a break. Maybe something… semi… permanent. Prior to returning to Revolution1, I traveled the world and saw… well… the world. It's such a beautiful place and yet… I'm constantly drawn back to the wretched hive of scum and villainy called professional wrestling.
Despite the lack of wins necessary to beef up momentum as Christmas Chaos approaches… I will keep my head held high and conduct business as usual. So many unknowns waiting for me at Lambeau Field tomorrow night. Including the weather. I looked it up and saw a high of thirty-eight degrees in Green Bay. Seems pretty risky to run an outdoor event in those conditions… but it gives me a serious advantage against those who oppose me. The cold never bothered me anyway.
Will it bother my adversaries? I sure hope so. Who will come out and put me to the test? Overall, I have no idea… but I was relieved to find out Chelsea Skye has stepped up to the plate. No matter who else joins the festivities… I have a feeling it will come down to the two of us. Our paths were destined to cross again sooner or later… and I am thankful for sooner. We fought twice when I returned to Revolution1… and I've been chomping at the bits for round three.
Chelsea, I feel what you feel. All too well, I understand anxiety… loss of a loved one… and the importance of mental health. At times… the worst place for people like us to be is right here… in the spotlight. I know the adoration from the crowd can be intoxicating but that will only mask what's lurking beneath the surface. There are so many emotions swirling around in this noggin of mine… and not one of them leads me to feel any anger toward you. You're just out there trying to live your dream, same as me. You are chasing gold, same as me.
What you should consider is a theory that there can be no winners or losers when crossing paths with me. Tomorrow night… you and I will meet up at the end of the gauntlet… where we will lock horns with the entire world watching. Minutes later… shenanigans will ensue. Mayhaps Toni Beasley will interfere. Mayhaps Khaos will interfere. One way or another… neither of us walks out of there happy. It's nothing business, just personal.
What if I'm wrong? What if there's no tomfoolery… and we actually have an honest finish to this match? What if… more… combatants enter the gauntlet and foil our plans to face off at the end of it? I am having trouble finding optimism at the present… but… anything is possible. By a quick count… there are eighteen names on the Sin and Legacy rosters who are not booked for Cyber Slam… and few of them present much of a challenge to my trajectory toward Christmas Chaos. Could Jason Ryan come back for more? What's Anya Coyle up to these days? Oh! I wouldn't mind fighting Daniel Dream on the Frozen Tundra!
Whomever comes for me… I'll be ready for them. My sights are set firmly on dethroning Khaos… but that doesn't mean I am blind to the threats before me with this gauntlet. Any one of them could take me out of the running for that World Championship. I recognize the present danger I'm facing with this match of mysteries at Cyber Slam. Chelsea has already thrown down the gauntlet… pun intended. No matter who comes for me… I've got to be prepared for anything. I've got to prepare myself for…
Twas the night before Cyber Slam… and our protagonist Ms. Pettis is waiting in a warm rental car at the National Railroad Museum in Green Bay, Wisconsin. The driver's door opens and her… partner… Jason Christopher gets in the car.
Sara: All good?
Jason: It's a bit of a wait but yeah, I got tickets. Wanna drive around until it's time?
Sara: And miss out on this great skyscape? The lights here can probably be seen from space.
Jason: Well it is the Festival of Lights…
Sara: Do you think they're looking down at us right now?
Jason: Aliens? Probably.
Sara: What if the Festival of Lights triggers an invasion? Are we partly responsible for buying tickets to the event?
Jason: Sare, honey, just how high are you right now?
Sara: Not at all. The CBD kicked in and helped with my headache… but otherwise I feel normal. As normal as normal can be.
Jason: If you can't get that headache in check, you need to get in to see the doctor again.
Sara: I'm probably fine. I had my bi-weekly checkout last week. As expected… all is normal. As normal as normal can be.
Jason: How much longer is all of this worth it to you? The struggle to prove to Fate that you're… worthy… is literally killing you.
She stares at the sky in silence, then chuckles.
Sara: Ever since the moment I was born, I've been dying, Jace. But honestly… I don't know how much is left in the tank. Physically I am five-by-five. Mentally I am…
She gets quiet again, almost as if in a trance. Jason taps her on the shoulder to bring her back.
Jason: Where do you go?
She smiles.
Sara: To a beautiful place.
Das ende.
What if I have it all wrong? What if this match was set up to finally put me in a place to be taken seriously against Khaos? What if it's all a ploy to get me and Chelsea back together again? What if…
I don't know what's what anymore. The closer I get to closure, the further from reality I slip. I've been open about not being okay… and people have been accepting. Lately… it feels like I'm chasing my own tail. Around and around I go… only to get nowhere at all. Sure, I've got a World Title Match on the horizon… but if my head is not all the way in it… I'm doomed to repeat past failures.
All the accolades in my past have slipped away, some sooner than others. A lifetime of success that's sprinkled with failure… can sometimes only be remembered for the failures. When I do get the chance to take everything from Khaos, will there be enough of me present to do what needs to be done? Too many questions with answers far enough in the future. Here and now… Sara Pettis vs. The World!
This seems like the weekly open invite battle royals that littered Revolution1 programming for entirely too long. One or two shining stars… in a bunch of duds. That's what I expect at Cyber Slam. Me… Chelsea… and a bunch of duds. That's okay, I guess. Fate has a peculiar way of setting up something spectacular. Two months after our first encounter… here we find ourselves… again. I'm surprised it took this long, to be honest. We are undoubtedly two of the top stars on the Sin brand… which makes me share her confusion for the omission from the Cyber Slam card.
Mayhaps Fate is using this as an opportunity to bring Chelsea and I back together. Surely there was a better way to do it than this kind of a match. Gauntlets can be fun… and even more so when the caliber of talent is on the same level. From the looks of the leftovers who could be part of this gauntlet… it's not looking promising. There are few on this landscape that I see as equals… and almost none that I see as superiors. So the likelihood of this match being an instant classic are… eeehhh…
I didn't come this far to only come this far. If I have to beat up some duds to prove that I've got the right stuff to take on Khaos… so be it. If I have to get down and dirty with someone I respect… like Chelsea… to make my intentions of ruling over Sin abundantly clear… so be it. This is do or die for me… and I'm not ready to lay down just yet.
I'ma rip this shit 'til my bone collapse.
The Festival of Lights was an astounding success in the eyes of our beholder, Ms. Pettis. We won't bore you with the soap opera description of it all because… frankly… you didn't come here for that. You came for the meat and potatoes. Quite literally. Sara and Jason have found themselves at Prime Quarter Steak House. Their meal has been conquered and Sara leans back in her chair, feeling the carbs soar through her body.
Sara: I don't think I will ever find a steak this good again. Howwwww is my brother vegan? I just don't get it.
Jason: He's got an interesting take on it all. Give his speech a chance some time.
Jason gives the obligatory nod to the waiter to bring the check over.
Sara: I got it, Jace.
Jason: I wasn't going to challenge you on that.
The two share a laugh.
Jason: What time do you want to get up tomorrow? I assume you want to head to the gym before going to Lambeau Field.
Sara: Naaaah. I'm going to sleep in. I plan on using their training room.
Jason: Are you allowed to do that?
Sara: It's me versus the world, babe.
Jason: True, true. Hey, I forgot to tell you, I got an alert on my phone that Cerise has thrown her name into the ring for your gauntlet.
Sara: Ugh.
Jason: What's the matter?
Sara: She's just so… complicated.
Jason: How so?
Sara: Just… all of her. Her past. Her present. Probably her future. I just have a hard time finding a reason to care about her.
Jason: Oh wow. No more "rah rah girl power" eh?
Sara: Cerise is no Chelsea or Maggie. That's for daaaaamn sure.
Jason: At least she's another body to dispose of in the gauntlet.
Sara: Oh wow. A three-person gauntlet. That's going go show the world what I'm capable of.
Jason: Are you… okay?
Sara: I will be… once this is over and I have a clear path to take out Khaos. He is the main course. Chelsea… Cerise… whomever else… they're just the appetizers.
Das ende.
