Post by Ned the Intern on Feb 28, 2021 17:16:53 GMT -5
She slams her hands down on the desk of Dr. Royce. Marty Johnston looks nervous and his boss waves him away. "Have a seat, Sara. Try to relax--" "RELAX?! HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME TO RELAX?!" "You've gone through a strenuous treatment. It's natural to feel amped up. You knew about the side effects going--" "THE SIDE EFFECT IS A FUCKING DEAD MAN SCREAMING IN MY HEAD!" He pauses, then smiles. "Lass ihn rein." "WHAT?!" "Lass… ihn… rein." She closes her eyes, takes a deep breath, and gives consent to the darkness in her mind. When she opens her eyes, she is suddenly on a rocky surface, surrounded by nothing. Her vision is clouded with a red haze. The screaming has stopped. A hand is placed on her shoulder and she turns quickly to see her late husband, AW Underworld Champion Raging Dead. "Hello there!" They embrace lovingly and then she slaps him across the face. "What the fuck?!" "You left me!" "I didn't have a choice." "You knew what Lowe was capable of and you went into that match anyway!" "I could spend eternity apologizing to you for that… but we don't have that kind of time. This connection won't last long." "I don't understand how any of this is possible." "Anything is possible at Devil's Gate. Say hi to Pete for me." "We're just friends. I swear." "I know you guys dated before we did… and it's fine. All I want is for you to be happy. I've been watching your rise on CruiserClash… and you're a true phenom, Sara. You've far surpassed my work in AW… and the best is yet to come. That Cruiserweight Championship is as good as yours at Battlefield. You know exactly what it takes to defeat Void and Spayde… but there's one major fault holding you back." "What's that?" "You've got to let me go. I'm weighing you down and making you weak. Void knows it. Spayde knows it. They all know it. Let me go... and go win that fuckin' belt. Every week, you go on about fate. It's time to accept yours. You're the cream of the crop on that brand. You're a world-class athlete. You're untouchable. It's time to show the world!" "I have doubts." "Well don't! Void and Spayde both know their chances are diminished by including your presence. Void is even dumber than I thought for getting mixed into this. Despite having a chiseled granite body… he's got a twice baked potato for a brain. No matter how much Dr. Royce works with him… nothing will prepare him for the grief of such a huge loss at Battlefield. You two worked well as a team a few weeks ago… but that also gave you time to study him. I know how you operate. You already beat him once, and then had a safe chance to watch him work. You know exactly where he'll slip up… and fate will deal him an unfortunate loss." "I'm more worried about Spayde. At XIII, she tried to break my neck. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't scared of her." "Oh, you should be. She's a stone-cold-killer. She'll do to you what Lowe did to me without hesitation. I regret not having fear when I fought him at Chaos. You have the benefit of hindsight. Take her threats to heart… and use them as fuel to overcome the odds as only you can. Spayde is a beast. There's no doubt. She's nearly unbeatable but she can be beaten. You've got all the tools to do it, and some that she's never even considered before. Her skillset is limited. Take advantage of that. Beat her at her own game. Dominate. That. Bitch." "I'll do my best." "You always do… but this time… do better than your best. Show no mercy. Go out there at Battlefield and fight like your life depends on it." "Sometimes… it really does…" She closes her eyes… takes a breath… and opens to see Dr. Royce standing before her in his office. "Feeling better, Sara?" "At Battlefield... I will be. Void and Spayde won't know what hit 'em. They're about to suffer a Cruel Fate." Das ende. |