Post by violentgiraffe69 on Nov 17, 2020 21:20:22 GMT -5
“Failure and Fear of Failure”
Darkness engulfs what can only be described as a void. Moments pass, winds blow curiously through the void’s very presence. As the winds blow, a bright blue light flickers on, in it’s light, Sara Cross is seen kneeling before what can only be described as a “wall of fame”. This wall, with various newspaper clippings and photographs attached to it.
Sara, still knelt before the wall, raises her head to show the Water tribe war paint that was also previously on her face. Her hair, still tied up to mimic the Kyoshi Warriors of the Earth Kingdom. With the addition of the traditional Japanese style robes of the Fire Tribe. She smirks slightly as she stands from her knelt position. Her eyes turn to the wall, and she lets out a warm breath before beginning to speak.
“Since coming to Revolution Wrestling, I have allowed for one thing to push my goals. One thing that has made me work harder than I have since the death of my brother Haruto.. That one thing, being fear. Not fear of loss, I do understand that one match is not a war. GAH! But, in fear of disappointing the legacy that my family has left for me.”
Sara stops speaking all together as she glances at a photograph of Haruto placed in the center of the wall. Her curious glance becomes a desperate gaze as her eyes fixate on her lost brother. After a few short moments of this, she turns her attention back to the task at hand.
"I’m not a third generational Superstar. I’m a nobody.. Miles will use that more than likely to his advantage when he tries to get under my skin for our match next week. But the problem with that thought process, is that he has everything to lose. What do I have to lose? Pride? Of course.. I could easily feel defeated by a loss at this stage of things.. But I’ve worked too hard. I’ve done too much so far. I’ve defeated people when the odds were stacked against me, and I think I left a pretty clear message last night when I attacked Miles… I’m coming to win.”
Sara smirks as she wanders away from the wall for a short moment, pacing back and forth within the light as she ponders what to say next. After a few moments of thought, she snaps her fingers and continues her monologue.
"That doesn’t mean that I won’t face obstacles. You focused heavily on Morbid, or Daniel, or whatever his name is… The Revolution World Champion, who is not who you should be focused on. I am. I’m going to take that title from you, Miles. I won’t sugar coat it, or try to make it sound cute or sweet. I’m going to hit you with everything I’ve got. And just when you think that my tank is empty, and that I can’t give anymore, I’m going to truly show you just how much I’ve evolved since I first came here. This will be the fight of your life, don’t question that part of this.”
Sara shrugs those last words off of her shoulders and smiles slightly as she continues her gaze at the wall before her. Focusing on the wall itself, she stands beside an article that states “Local family in crash, mother hospitalized.
“Every hero has a tragic story, don’t they? I know you must have one underneath that sense of humor you’re known for showing off. While I’d love to sit here and tell you all about it, the article heading speaks for itself. I was in a wreck earlier this year. Folded disc in my neck, broken arm, and a broken leg. I recovered in record time, I pushed myself back into the ring, and I was noticed by none other than Revolution Wrestling. What else can I say? They truly saw my spirit with this all. I constantly compare myself to the Avatar, because it’s the comparison I was given when I was a young little Pika. My father said I always had the spirit to call upon strength that he had never seen in anyone. He was wrong. He saw it, I did too. My brother, Haruto. My ice to my fire. He was just as strong as I was, heck he was stronger. He pushed himself to feel normal in a society that doesn’t accept people with disabilities. Now you’re probably asking why this matters right? I guess some would call that a waste of time, but WAIT! I’m describing to you exactly how driven my family is. And why the standards I bring are so high. You can’t deny it. I know for a fact you’ve seen the matches I’ve fought. I know for a fact you’ve felt my dropkick full force.”
Sara stops for a moment, smiling as she reminisces on the dropkick that she had delivered to Miles.
“Honestly, I’d just accept this next match as a loss. You can try your best, I expect nothing less actually Miles. I think what’s assumed is that I should trash talk you and consider you below me, and that’s definitely not the case. The situation is just a very thick pool of mess. You’re worried about Morbid Dream, we all are. But he’s got his targets set on you after the stunt you just pulled. So if you’re off your game, I get it. I will gladly be in your corner come Christmas Chaos to cheer you on for your big match against Morbid Dream, but come next week… I’ll be walking away with the Revolution 1 International Championship. For you, this loss is just a lesson and will make you solely focused on Morbid, but for me, this is adding another piece to my wall of Fame. This is me adding an accolade to my displays. The first of many titles, and I’ll be damned if you or anyone steps in my way of that happening. Some just remember, I’m bringing my A game to the table, but are you?”
Sara smirks as she does an honorable bow, but as she does the blue light suddenly turns red. A voice, an echo, in the distance whispers to her. Calls for her, she turns. Confused, and almost afraid, she awaits for a response. But nothing, the light flickers off, and we are left with darkness engulfing Sara.