| A Message of Fear; Character Development | |
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| Sahara | Jun 2 2016, 10:29 AM Post #1 |
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EWA Combat Champion
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She had it. She could feel it! Hanging on for dear life, she cinched in the sleeper she called The Prelude to Paradise on her much larger opponent and wrapped her legs around his torso to keep hold. He was fading...this was it! She had it. It was right there in front of her...that unexpected victory. With every beat of her racing heart, she could hear the crowd going wilder… They could feel it coming... And just like that, her glory was snatched from the jaws of victory… She shook her head as she restarted the video. She must have watched the replay fifty times already. Her bloodshot eyes growing heavy as the night dragged into the early hours of the morning… There was but one word she could muster… “Fuck!” Rubbing her hands over her face, she sighed. Once again she watched the part of the video where Napalm broke the hold, shifting the momentum of the match in it’s entirety. ”What am I missing? She had to be missing something. It wasn’t about what kind of punishment she could absorb at this point, that much was clear. Even if she could somehow muster the wherewithal to kick out of one finisher, all they’d do is hit her with a second and odds are that’d be it. It was frustrating, despite improving in the eyes of many, she just kept coming up short…this was the most disappointing of them all. She HAD this one won. Resting her chin on her hand, she yawned as she clicked play on the video again. She could barely keep her eyes open... ![]() “It’s done...I just don’t know what else to do…” Mirage looked at her in disgust at the fact he had lost his edge. “Look at me...X-Calibur did this to me...but deservedly so. I’ve gotten soft. How long has it been since I held a title? Hell, any title? How could I go from what I was to this...whatever this even is…” Pursing her lips, Sahara looked at her husband wallowing in self pity. It was pathetic, really. He was right. Once a world title contender, he’d become something of a side-show act, and if he was ever going to break out of this it was going to take some desperate measures. You don’t go from Batman to Robin overnight...this is something that’s been long in the making... “You’ve gotta reinvent yourself…” He shot her that condescending, “are you serious?”, look he’d often give when he didn’t agree with something. ”They’ve stopped fearing you...you’ve gone from not giving a shit what happens to you to having a family at home. You may think that doesn’t weigh on you...but it does. You used to be wreckless out there. Relentless. You’d give it everything, not caring what would happen...what the fuck do you think they were afraid of you for? Your mic skill? While not anyone can grab the stick and talk...it’s the rare few that can do both that are truly dangerous. You gotta walk the walk, as they say.” She stopped a moment when she could see his mind was wandering and snapped her fingers to wake him up. ”Hey! You listening to me? This is what I do for you...for US...I observe. And what I’ve observed is a man that went from dangerous to sideshow...if you wanna continue doing this you gotta stop worrying about what might happen out there and let it happen. Part of that edge is the perception of others...when people look at X-Calibur they fear what he can do...because he never stopped showing he’d do it. Look at your face...that scar? That’s what he can do...even to his friends when necessary. When I look at you now, I don’t see that guy anymore…” Standing up, she sauntered over to him and put her arms around his neck. ”Listen. What I see now is a loving husband...and so do others. Words out. So if you want em’ to take you serious again...if you wanna regain that perception you’ve lost...you gotta reinvent yourself. Give em’ something to FEAR…” ![]() With a quick succession of flashes, light momentarily pierced the enveloping dark through a series of narrow horizontal windows. The rumbling sound of thunder followed shortly thereafter. Her voice had faltered as fear of the unknown began to grasp her. She hugged herself, rubbing her hands over her arms to generate heat as she shivered in the cold unknown. The dark, dank room she found herself wandering through was familiar, yet foreign, and she was completely unaware of how she got here. Her breathing intensified as words came through chattering teeth. “Is …(gasp)… anyone...there?” Tripping over something, she fell to a wet stone floor. The stones were large yet smooth, but somehow colder to the touch than the room itself. Running her hand across the smooth surface, she shook her head. She knew this place...but couldn’t place it! Lightning flashed, igniting the room in bright light, giving her a momentary view of the room. But despite being able to see, all the could concentrate on was the unseasonable cold. The sound of thunder continued to rumble in the distance as rain began to pelt the small, narrow windows that surrounded the room. Pushing herself off the cold floor, she began walking forward into the unknown darkness when lightning once again flashed, bringing a near silent shriek from her. There was … something in front of her...something… She reached forth a trembling hand and placed it against a grimy glass encasement. Fanning her fingers wide, she smudged the thick layer of dust that had collected on the glass over the years served in it’s unknown entombment. She attempted to calm himself, sucking in a deep breath and holding it as if it was her last. When she finally released it, cold stream rose from her mouth and a calmness spread over her. “Fear…they need to feel this fear”, she whispered. The sound of thunder rolled closer, building to a crescendo. Moments later, mother nature unleashed her wrath in a flash of brilliant light that lit the room for an extraordinary amount of time. Sweeping her hand across the grime covered glass to remove the dust and dirt that had long settled, she caught a glimpse of it’s contents. As the light cast by the lightning died, the room descended back into darkness yet the image of what she saw remained. The shadowy silhouette of a dark figure stood erect in monument. The detail of the tiny fractalized veins that adorned it’s armored skin continued to emit a faint glow as if they had somehow collected the light. It was a sight she hadn’t seen in many years... ...and then there was darkness. With a thud, her head hit the desk which caused her to snap her head back, nearly falling out of her chair. “Jesus Christ Almighty”, her voice echoed. Taking a deep breath, she gathered her bearings. Wait. She had fallen asleep...she was here the entire time. It was just a dream. But like all dreams, she believed with every fiber of her being that they carried with them a message...she was subconsciously trying to tell herself something. But what? The hair on her neck stood up as she ran her hand across her forearm which was covered with tiny goosebumps. Her skin was cold to the touch, as if somehow, her body temperature had been lowered to match that of the dream… The dream! It was like grasping sand...it was slipping away. What was that dream?! Where the hell was she...a basement? Some sort of dungeon? Sitting back in the chair, she looked up at the computer screen before her which was paused on the image of her face as she grabbed Napalm in the Prelude to Paradise… That’s when it hit her. ”They don't fear me yet…” |
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