Post by Addy A on Sept 1, 2022 23:12:29 GMT -5
“Predator.”
“Hunt or be hunted, it’s always one way or the other. It’s the nature of this life we chose - has been since you were a rookie, Tatianna. Will be long after we are both deep in the ground.”
“Doesn’t change the fact that after the circumstances of Uprising, I have swiftly gone from the hunter to the hunted. A few short weeks ago, I was hunting retribution - I had just dropped the Tag Team Titles, and dipped in a chance to be All-In. I was seeking blood, I was a fucking Lion. It didn’t matter to me whether the elephant, Odin or you, the gazelle were my meal - I will intent on tearing flesh from the bone.”
“I ate.”
“At Uprising, I feasted.”
“Top of the food chain.”
“But with that comes a target, with that comes the need to defend, the need to protect. They don’t call it the circle of life for nothing. There’s always someone coming, always someone ready to rip your pride from you. To take the trophy you’ve slaved for. You know all about that don’t you, Tatty? You’ve eaten well - three times well in fact, but now you’re starving. Now you’re desperate for the scraps.”
“You’re the hyena to my lion.”
“Scavenger.”
“You can hunt me, but rarely will you bring me down. You rely on my apathy to my kill to derive your success. There’s nothing wrong with that it will always bring you a meal, but not this week. Not from this lion, Tatty.”
“No fucking chance.”
“Unlike you, I’m not interested in flipping and flopping between caring for the Television Title to not giving a shit, depending on what I need to suit my narrative. I entered the ring at Uprising willing to injure, maim and if necessary, kill whomever stood in front to win the Television Title.”
“I’ve the same intentions to retain this title, and with your shoulder the way it is, it makes the perfect focal point for my ferocity.”
“Flesh from the bone.”
“You have to understand, Tatty - I’ve not come to this to use it as a stepping stone. This title, it gives me exactly what I fucking want. It gives me war, week in and week out. Every week, you and those like you will hunt me as sport, seeking my crown as a fucking trophy for their wall. Every week, they will fall into whichever trap I lay for them and every week I’ll run my claws through sinew and bone. While you may be hunting me, girl. I am not your prey. While you follow my tracks into the darkness, intent, you are so lost in your own tunnel vision that you fail to notice my eyes following you, watching you. You fail to see me hunting you. You fail to recognise what you are to me.”
“Prey.”
I was searching, always searching for a way to fill the hole that seemed to encapsulate my insides from the moment of my first memory. I’ve always felt incomplete, maybe it was because I’ve never felt wanted by my mother, and I’ve never known my father. God, I hope I don’t inflict the same suffering on Neve. Probably already have, but as a partial human how can I devote myself fully to being a mother. It’s selfish, but I can’t be better. I thought I had a chance once, but Robbie Hope is gone now. I’ve always chased the short term thrill, and the short term ecstasy it provides. Always better than feeling like a waste to the fabric of existence. I was to take this moment of a slice of rare honesty of myself, it’s probably why I fuck any guy that looks in my general direction and any girl too, if she smells good enough. A roller coaster to escape the black boredom of my mind. It’s probably why the drugs are so much fun: fireworks against the midnight abyss. Take enough of them, time stands still and I forget why everything is just… there. I’ve always chased the high and I’ve always hated the low that followed, but what can I do - I wasn’t bred any other way. My mother is the same - I guess. My daughter - has probably already lost her chance. I am fucked up o the inside, not that I will ever let anyone ever see it on my outside. On the outside, I am and I’ll always be Addy fuckin’ A. Or die fuckin’ trying.
“Adelaide. Adelaide. Are you with me?” his voice shook me away from the meandering train of thought I was lost within.
I opened my eyes, looking up at the young paramedic, probably an intern, hovered over me - he was cute.
Casting my eyes over my surroundings, I'm covered in, presumably, my own vomit, naked except for a pair of pink panties and towel covering my breasts. I'm in a cold porcelain bathtub.
“I’ve gotta get back to my party.” I exclaim, trying to escape the bathtub as he holds me down while trying to take blood pressure.
“Party’s over.”
What the fuck?
“Despite what you may think - this ain’t cat and fucking mouse.”
“This ain’t your fucking game.”
“It’s mine.”
“I’m not chasing you. I don’t fucking need to. You’re coming for me - hunting me for my skin, but little do you realise that I’ve already got you cornered.”
“The champion’s advantage so to speak, babe. You need to cut me down to lift yourself up, it’s the nature of the beast. But you’re not the beast to challenge me for my place at the top of the apex. You’ve survived on the scraps of the weak, you’ve sustained on the forgotten on the long highway. I’m not leaving any leftovers. I will devour. This is a different time for you now, I am a different kind - for better or for worse.”
“I am the worst of them all.”
“Human.”
