“It never fails to amaze me.”
Autumn let out a sigh, running a hand through her hair as she watched the replay of last weeks Evolution, specifically her match against The Ripper. She sat in her home, on the couch, dressed in a black t-shirt emblazoned with a white A overlapping a D and blue jeans. The light of the tv reflected off of her face which was set into a frown as she continued to watch what was playing in front of her. Even the vicious double arm DDT which sent her head slamming into the mat didn’t even seem to phase her at all. She rubbed the back of her head in an unconscious worry.
“Someone can be doing so good, and something like this happens.”
The replay happened a few more times before the footage continued like normal, going onto the next match after that one. She sat there in silence for a while, simply watching things play out as they had been. Her face never reflected any kind of emotion or things of that nature, and she didn’t move from her relaxed position on the couch. She was still.
“It’s a shame. It really is. I did all that I thought was necessary to secure things, but apparently that wasn’t enough to take him down. What the fuck is going on with this picture? What is it about me that isn’t good enough to have a win in that empty column? Someone answer me that question. No wait, don’t. Because it will be some stupid bullshit that I really don’t want to hear again. My face paint...yawn. My relations with certain people...boring. Seriously, move on. No one cares to point out the work I do out there, my will, my neverending spirit that never gives up. No one cares at all. Not a single one out there.”
“That’s fine. I’m used to it. Used to having to fight against the tides that push against me. Used to fighting against the odds, against people bigger than me. I’ve been doing it for a long time, and I don’t plan on stopping it anytime soon. I’ll push and rebel against the status quo. I’ll just be me, and I’m fine with that.”
Autumn cocks her head to the side a bit.
“I’ll fly over everyone, I’ll be the anti-hero that everyone needs to hate. It’s not what everyone wants to hear, but they’re gonna hear it anyway and accept it as truth….as extreme as it may be. I’m gonna take a bit of time here to speak some truth to DDT as he wants to be called, because his simple words have me just a bit interested. Just...a...bit. Another high flying crazy son of a gun who refuses to march to the beat of the corporate drum, who doesn’t want to be boxed in. This is gonna turn out to be a wild one. A couple of people who enjoy the business at hand, who put their bodies on the line just to get the thrill and get the glory. Our paths are not the same as to how we got to this point, but we know the risks involved each and every time.
We put our bodies on the line, but only one of us knows when to reign in the horse and step back. Only one of us can move without any aid from outside sources, without reaching out a hand to someone or something. You’ve been doing this so long, yet you haven’t quit. You’ve said no to everyone. I can understand that mentality. But think about this. What will you say when I ask you to quit, when I ask you if you can soar with broken wings.
I will be the one who soars, and I will be the one delivering the surprise.
"The concession stands are now selling those cheap hotel room round soap disks that I have personally blessed for $100’s a bar….AND SINNERS….I suggest you buy one, and use it, because if you think your God wants you in his heaven smelling like a 3am New York City uber ride you got another thing coming."