Post by thewarchild on Nov 22, 2015 22:46:14 GMT -6
In the loud hustle and bustles of Edinburgh airport VoW’s blue hair visionary almost blinds in, almost. With her head looking over a screen displaying a map of the facility her attention is suddenly called upon as she hears a familiar voice call her name.
Zarhara:Hey, Joanna.
As Joanna turned to address the voice, VoW’s resident mistress of magic and her tag along approached the reformed woman. While the tension was noticeable in Joanna’s posture Zarhara’s words and carefree nature was infectious.
Joanna: Oh, Zahara, hey. Waiting on your flight as well?
Joanna’s words were genuine while hinting at her surprise at running into the woman that had beaten her hours ago.
Zarhara:Uh-huh. Didn’t expect to run into you here today, though I guess it does make sense....
The two share a laugh that finally removes all the tension and Joanna’s crooked smile appears as she checks on the magic enthusiast after giving her a rare compliment.
Joanna: Have to expect anything, like you sliding in for that awesome victory. You okay though? You seem on edge.
Shrugging off the issue with a laugh Zarhara mentions the shadow looming other both competitors.
Zarhara:Oh, you know...bad food, strange dreams, pay-per-view pressure...all the usual stuff wrestlers gotta deal with, I’m sure.
Joanna and Zarhara share a tense stare after Zarhara’s comments. Both of their debut pay-per-view performances awaited them in Sheffield, one whom has only lost and one that has never tasted that bitter meal. Joanna broke the silence after a brief gulp that Zarhara may or may not have noticed.
Joanna: Ah well if your stomach's bad I suggest purging before you fly. Unless you want to use the provided bags. You get use to it, or you find a way to vent.
Vow’s magician smiled at Joanna’s comments before adding to the light hearted advice from the more experienced woman.
Zarhara:Oh, well, I already took care of that part. Just enough left to remind me to maybe not be so adventurous with new foods.
They both share a short pause before Zarhara decides to break this one, before it became awkward.
Zarhara:It was fun...our match, I mean.
The impression of her tongue danced behind her lips, while Joanna debated her response. After a deep breath, Joanna nodded and looked at Zarhara with a telling smile.
Joanna: More for you than me, but definitely. I need to stop letting my head get in the way though.
The pain in her voice allowed Zarhara to hear what was troubling the woman whom most would condemn or shy away from. Having opened the door to a real conversation Zarhara took the opportunity presented to her.
Zarhara:Certainly seemed to me like you were making some progress. But whoever those people were before the match...they didn’t help things. Hope to never run into them again, I don’t mind saying.
Zarhara touched the back of her head where she had been struck by a cane. Joanna, however, became physically focused, her words were quick and too the point while her hands clenched before she shook her head and thanked Zarhara.
Joanna: Oh but we will. Groups like that are always working towards a big reveal. They care more about showmanship and mystery than actual wrestling. But no need to rant right now, thank you for noticing.
Zarhara refused the subject change and explained her stance on the issue. The two were drawing a slight crowd as they conversed. Some individual in the airport had pointed out the two Visionaries and what had transpired at the most recent show.
Zarhara:Yeah, well, better ways to put on a show than whacking people with sticks or whatever that was. Either way...I plan on staying away from that lot.
As the words left Zarhara’s mouth Joanna shook her head and placed her right hand on Zarhara’s shoulder. Joanna eyed the crowd for a brief second before instilling the rookie with some advice from her short time in this business.
Joanna: Don't let them scare you. People that hide behind random attacks and masks are merely hiding from the truth. And if you really want a show, maybe someday we show them that you and I won't stand for it?
Zarhara smiled at Joanna’s offer and nodded understandingly.
Zarhara:Better to be cautious as far as I’m concerned. I’m still the new girl. But if it’s two-on-two in a fair fight then yeah, I’ll take you up on that.
Joanna steps back and clapped her hands together happily. Her body tensed at how loud the sound was before she tried to lighten the mood.
Joanna: That's the spirit. Now if only I could win a match with this new outlook on life.
Zarhara missed Joanna’s playful tone and did her best to reassure the blue haired wrestler of her progress and how difficult her situation really was. The crowd started to thin as the prospect of a fight or youtube worthy scene had been dispelled by Joanna’s actions.
Zarhara:Give yourself time. This is a big change you’re talking about. In a way, I understand how difficult it is for you, not in terms of situation but in terms of dealing with big changes. That being said, I believe you can do it.
Before Joanna could answer her phone began to vibrate loudly. As she pulled the device from her pocket, Joanna’s face took on a pained expression. Quickly she silenced it with a push of a button before excusing herself in a hollowed tone.
Joanna: Thanks, it'd help if the past didn't keep calling, and reminding me. Zahara I hope to see you on the plane but I need a moment.
Zarhara:Take your time. I’ll see you on board.
Joanna had not waited for Zarhara’s response however and had already created a decent distance between them. Her jaw was set as she looked down at the still ringing phone. The screen read “Do not Answer” for caller id and as she moved through the airport, Joanna struggled not to break into a run as her emotions began to surface.
Dear Journal,
I Just ran into Zarhara. She’s everything I thought, happy, spunky, a ray of sunshine in a world surrounded by darkness. Hmmm...Sorry my mind is enjoying my own word choice. Journal I want to be happy, but I feel my anger building, the desire for pain growing inside me. Journal I don’t like this feeling, yet I can’t shake it. Maybe meeting Zarhara was fate reminding me of my hopes and dreams, but that would mean fate cared, which is about as funny as Constance, no no no, no resorting to insults. I’m better than that.
Isn’t it fitting that I’m heading to Darkest Hour contemplating what I’m missing, Journal? Dathyn, let me beat myself, Zahara capitalized on my work, MY DAMAGE, once again I beat myself. Journal, I can’t tell you how much this makes my choice hard. Think about it Journal, IF I wasn’t making such an effort to be something I wasn’t these matches would have been different. Is that it? Journal you’ve known me longest, is my desire to be good linked to my failure? Can I win as a good person? Am I destined to be evil?
Well that’s not helpful Journal, I understand you want blood but how does that tell me what to do? I’m against Constance, yes the one from GPW...yes the one Emma crushed. DAMNIT JOURNAL, YES, THAT CONSTANCE! I Will Burn You Again. No, no, no I can’t, you mean too much and that would be giving in. But maybe I have to, after all what chance does a weak willed being like me have against someone as established as her? Journal you are so kind, believing I have a chance just because VoW isn’t our shared former employer. Well guess what Journal, she’s the same person, she knows herself, she isn’t suffering an existential crisis. And you see Journal this is why she’ll win, if, IF I don’t fix my problem. But how to fix a problem that is hesitation?
Simply don’t hesitate, ha Journal. Why don’t we switch places, I’ll sit around waiting to be called on and you can go out in front of thousands of people and not hesitate for one second as you consider what is right and what is wrong. Sound good? I thought so, now let’s leave the issue of hesitation alone and get to the roots of my problem. What changed? What key difference is there from when I was winning and now? Now Journal, don’t you dare mention that disgraced Princess around me again. You know how touchy that subject is. Hmm? No that pet needs to be put down not encouraged. Well, yes that would be a key difference, but...you’re right Journal. I can’t argue that point, as much as I want, but then again it’s Constance, I can’t hold back. I can’t beat myself for a third time. Though I won’t resort to what I’m truly capable of, no need for Hephty, but I can’t take another self defeat.
So Journal, how do we take miss Chapin, and make her human? Because right now she feels like a mountain I’m not ready for. I can’t take her apart and watch her heart beat, I’m not that disturbed any more, I can’t...ouch Journal, no need to cut me. But as I look at this line where the tissue sits separated, and the blood fills this crevasse, I struggle to care about you Journal, or Constance. Just watching the blood pool and then follow the lines in my skin, oh Journal I’ve missed this intoxication. Such a small cut and I already feel better. NO! Fuck Journal did you have to do this, I’ve been good, no blood and now you’ve got me wanting to suck my finger and taste pure coppery bliss.
Journal I need to stop, I’m at my wits end and need to find some control. Control, such a funny thing, it is when we desire control most that we have clearly lost it. Maybe that’s what I’ve forgotten, the fact that it was control that repressed me for so long. It was control that had me locked away because I couldn’t be controlled. And now, Journal, NOW, I’m floundering at the same thing Toad Road was, control. Constance demands control even though she surrounds herself with the chaos of Emily and Caitlyn. She mocks chaos, Journal, thinking it something other than a force of nature. But, Journal, but we know the truth, no matter how much we try to run from it, don’t we? And it is here Journal that I must stop my scribbles in your pale pages, for Constance deserves to hear my voice, my conviction, my promise to her in her darkest hour.
Joanna places her Journal down on the seat next to her. The camera picks up passing buildings as Joanna stares into the lens with her crooked smile. She is seated in the interior of a rather plain town car. “Hello Constance, been a while, I could argue a lifetime with how much has changed.” Joanna says before biting her lip and allowing the camera to capture her childish smile. “Already my second tour of the United Kingdom and yet I’m nothing like the deranged girl from before. Constance you said you saw me as the….” Joanna pauses as she digs in the pockets of her pants. Retrieving her phone Joanna taps it quickly before Constance’s voice echoes inside the car with the phrase “as the lackey in GPW.” Joanna’s smile is almost ear to ear as she again taps her phone.
“Ah yes, fitting for my role, but it seems you’re powers of perception were and are as dull as a sheep’s whom always just follows the shepherds instructions. What you Constance, and what most people didn’t catch onto was that..” Joanna stops in her speech and fights with herself to utter the name Constance had no issue bring up in her message to the blue haired visionary. “Emma,” she manages to cough out, looking as though she had to carve it from her own skin to say it. “and I planned everything to the fine details. She,” Joanna looks away from the camera and bites her lip as she takes a deep breath. “would obsess over strategy and out maneuvering opponents, while I merely had to do what came naturally.”
As the car turns so does Joanna’s expression. Looking out the window Joanna’s voice takes on a far away tone. “You see Constance it’s this simple fact that has been my biggest issue. A truth I’ve been doing my best to deny and run from.” Joanna shivers as her thoughts chill her more than the words from her lips. “I’m naturally chaotic, I’m naturally brutal, and here I am more than a month with a new company more lost than when I was unemployed.” As Joanna looks back at the camera she has a very obvious fake smile as her eyes shake fighting back her real feelings.
“I envy you Constance, you’re ability to be constant, unwavering regardless of what life hands you. I’ve never been that way, I always react and just do. This desire to change, to do something non-destructive, came as electricity consumed my body. Unemployment put a strain on my relationship with my former tag partner, and I was left alone. Subjected to test after test of why I was the way I was, and with no solid answer I decided to see if I could change.” Joanna’s face flashed a smirk for a moment as she looked up at the ceiling and fought a small chuckle. “And the most messed up part Constance, is that I feel you’re right. I’m sane if I think I can beat you. Really, you’re nothing special, nothing difficult, so I can beat you. But I won’t if I keep denying the truth.”
Joanna looks at the camera and shows the VoW audience something new, a manic twinkle in her eye, a glint of something powerful, something not quite right in her expression. “So I give you a new promise Constance, something Dathyn, Zarhara, and Winter have all showed me the real problem is. I won’t fight myself when I step in the ring with you, I deny my natural ability for the sake of watching victory slip away. Now don’t think I mean to hurt you or that I have issues with you.” Joanna shakes her head and leans forward.
“You Constance, are a champion in the making, you proved that before and you will again. You have a strength and mind that are uncommon in our business and you will be my hardest opponent, yet, in VoW.” Joanna used her fingers to count off all the accolades she believed Constance was deserving of. “But to say that I’m in the wrong place to better myself if crazier than I’ve ever been accused of. VoW is about to become a battleground and it’ll be the perfect place to prove exactly the kind of person I am.” Joanna leans back into her seat and looks at the buildings flying past.
An odd calm overtook the car as Joanna lifted the camera so that only eye focused eyes and a few strains of hair could be seen. “I am the future, someone that not only knows their demons, but how to control them. Can you do that Constance? I mean you have issues controlling your cheer squad, and I don’t recall you ever having to deal with personal demons. So while you are a great competitor, you’re a simple human being. I’ve seen my darkness and am doing what I can to push through it into the light. But we can argue the future until we run out of breath, what matters is that happens between those ropes. I may not have your skill, your experience, or your consistency but you don’t have my heart, or my ability to turn raw emotion into an unstoppable force.”
Joanna turns the camera to face the window and capture the passing faces as the town car stopped for a second, before resuming its tour of Sheffield. “Constance, you are the better wrestler, I can concede that, but look at those people, they need someone to believe in, something to believe in. I am that something, and I won’t let your mastery of our craft be what stops me from being an inspiration.” Joanna rotates the camera as her words fly from her lips. The passion in her voice is but a drop in the forest of her eyes. “I laid the groundwork for my vision of VoW months ago, and I WILL see it come to fruition in spite of you. Constance you may consider me a GPW alum that you refuse to be beaten by, but at Darkest Hour you will see I’m more of a Visionary than you could possibly imagine on your most creative day. So prepare yourself Constance, when the hour passes and you’re wondering what happened, when the world is wondering what happened, remember that a mere lackey left you scratching your head.” The feed ends with Joanna winking and wearing an ear to ear grin.
Zarhara:Hey, Joanna.
As Joanna turned to address the voice, VoW’s resident mistress of magic and her tag along approached the reformed woman. While the tension was noticeable in Joanna’s posture Zarhara’s words and carefree nature was infectious.
Joanna: Oh, Zahara, hey. Waiting on your flight as well?
Joanna’s words were genuine while hinting at her surprise at running into the woman that had beaten her hours ago.
Zarhara:Uh-huh. Didn’t expect to run into you here today, though I guess it does make sense....
The two share a laugh that finally removes all the tension and Joanna’s crooked smile appears as she checks on the magic enthusiast after giving her a rare compliment.
Joanna: Have to expect anything, like you sliding in for that awesome victory. You okay though? You seem on edge.
Shrugging off the issue with a laugh Zarhara mentions the shadow looming other both competitors.
Zarhara:Oh, you know...bad food, strange dreams, pay-per-view pressure...all the usual stuff wrestlers gotta deal with, I’m sure.
Joanna and Zarhara share a tense stare after Zarhara’s comments. Both of their debut pay-per-view performances awaited them in Sheffield, one whom has only lost and one that has never tasted that bitter meal. Joanna broke the silence after a brief gulp that Zarhara may or may not have noticed.
Joanna: Ah well if your stomach's bad I suggest purging before you fly. Unless you want to use the provided bags. You get use to it, or you find a way to vent.
Vow’s magician smiled at Joanna’s comments before adding to the light hearted advice from the more experienced woman.
Zarhara:Oh, well, I already took care of that part. Just enough left to remind me to maybe not be so adventurous with new foods.
They both share a short pause before Zarhara decides to break this one, before it became awkward.
Zarhara:It was fun...our match, I mean.
The impression of her tongue danced behind her lips, while Joanna debated her response. After a deep breath, Joanna nodded and looked at Zarhara with a telling smile.
Joanna: More for you than me, but definitely. I need to stop letting my head get in the way though.
The pain in her voice allowed Zarhara to hear what was troubling the woman whom most would condemn or shy away from. Having opened the door to a real conversation Zarhara took the opportunity presented to her.
Zarhara:Certainly seemed to me like you were making some progress. But whoever those people were before the match...they didn’t help things. Hope to never run into them again, I don’t mind saying.
Zarhara touched the back of her head where she had been struck by a cane. Joanna, however, became physically focused, her words were quick and too the point while her hands clenched before she shook her head and thanked Zarhara.
Joanna: Oh but we will. Groups like that are always working towards a big reveal. They care more about showmanship and mystery than actual wrestling. But no need to rant right now, thank you for noticing.
Zarhara refused the subject change and explained her stance on the issue. The two were drawing a slight crowd as they conversed. Some individual in the airport had pointed out the two Visionaries and what had transpired at the most recent show.
Zarhara:Yeah, well, better ways to put on a show than whacking people with sticks or whatever that was. Either way...I plan on staying away from that lot.
As the words left Zarhara’s mouth Joanna shook her head and placed her right hand on Zarhara’s shoulder. Joanna eyed the crowd for a brief second before instilling the rookie with some advice from her short time in this business.
Joanna: Don't let them scare you. People that hide behind random attacks and masks are merely hiding from the truth. And if you really want a show, maybe someday we show them that you and I won't stand for it?
Zarhara smiled at Joanna’s offer and nodded understandingly.
Zarhara:Better to be cautious as far as I’m concerned. I’m still the new girl. But if it’s two-on-two in a fair fight then yeah, I’ll take you up on that.
Joanna steps back and clapped her hands together happily. Her body tensed at how loud the sound was before she tried to lighten the mood.
Joanna: That's the spirit. Now if only I could win a match with this new outlook on life.
Zarhara missed Joanna’s playful tone and did her best to reassure the blue haired wrestler of her progress and how difficult her situation really was. The crowd started to thin as the prospect of a fight or youtube worthy scene had been dispelled by Joanna’s actions.
Zarhara:Give yourself time. This is a big change you’re talking about. In a way, I understand how difficult it is for you, not in terms of situation but in terms of dealing with big changes. That being said, I believe you can do it.
Before Joanna could answer her phone began to vibrate loudly. As she pulled the device from her pocket, Joanna’s face took on a pained expression. Quickly she silenced it with a push of a button before excusing herself in a hollowed tone.
Joanna: Thanks, it'd help if the past didn't keep calling, and reminding me. Zahara I hope to see you on the plane but I need a moment.
Zarhara:Take your time. I’ll see you on board.
Joanna had not waited for Zarhara’s response however and had already created a decent distance between them. Her jaw was set as she looked down at the still ringing phone. The screen read “Do not Answer” for caller id and as she moved through the airport, Joanna struggled not to break into a run as her emotions began to surface.
Dear Journal,
I Just ran into Zarhara. She’s everything I thought, happy, spunky, a ray of sunshine in a world surrounded by darkness. Hmmm...Sorry my mind is enjoying my own word choice. Journal I want to be happy, but I feel my anger building, the desire for pain growing inside me. Journal I don’t like this feeling, yet I can’t shake it. Maybe meeting Zarhara was fate reminding me of my hopes and dreams, but that would mean fate cared, which is about as funny as Constance, no no no, no resorting to insults. I’m better than that.
Isn’t it fitting that I’m heading to Darkest Hour contemplating what I’m missing, Journal? Dathyn, let me beat myself, Zahara capitalized on my work, MY DAMAGE, once again I beat myself. Journal, I can’t tell you how much this makes my choice hard. Think about it Journal, IF I wasn’t making such an effort to be something I wasn’t these matches would have been different. Is that it? Journal you’ve known me longest, is my desire to be good linked to my failure? Can I win as a good person? Am I destined to be evil?
Well that’s not helpful Journal, I understand you want blood but how does that tell me what to do? I’m against Constance, yes the one from GPW...yes the one Emma crushed. DAMNIT JOURNAL, YES, THAT CONSTANCE! I Will Burn You Again. No, no, no I can’t, you mean too much and that would be giving in. But maybe I have to, after all what chance does a weak willed being like me have against someone as established as her? Journal you are so kind, believing I have a chance just because VoW isn’t our shared former employer. Well guess what Journal, she’s the same person, she knows herself, she isn’t suffering an existential crisis. And you see Journal this is why she’ll win, if, IF I don’t fix my problem. But how to fix a problem that is hesitation?
Simply don’t hesitate, ha Journal. Why don’t we switch places, I’ll sit around waiting to be called on and you can go out in front of thousands of people and not hesitate for one second as you consider what is right and what is wrong. Sound good? I thought so, now let’s leave the issue of hesitation alone and get to the roots of my problem. What changed? What key difference is there from when I was winning and now? Now Journal, don’t you dare mention that disgraced Princess around me again. You know how touchy that subject is. Hmm? No that pet needs to be put down not encouraged. Well, yes that would be a key difference, but...you’re right Journal. I can’t argue that point, as much as I want, but then again it’s Constance, I can’t hold back. I can’t beat myself for a third time. Though I won’t resort to what I’m truly capable of, no need for Hephty, but I can’t take another self defeat.
So Journal, how do we take miss Chapin, and make her human? Because right now she feels like a mountain I’m not ready for. I can’t take her apart and watch her heart beat, I’m not that disturbed any more, I can’t...ouch Journal, no need to cut me. But as I look at this line where the tissue sits separated, and the blood fills this crevasse, I struggle to care about you Journal, or Constance. Just watching the blood pool and then follow the lines in my skin, oh Journal I’ve missed this intoxication. Such a small cut and I already feel better. NO! Fuck Journal did you have to do this, I’ve been good, no blood and now you’ve got me wanting to suck my finger and taste pure coppery bliss.
Journal I need to stop, I’m at my wits end and need to find some control. Control, such a funny thing, it is when we desire control most that we have clearly lost it. Maybe that’s what I’ve forgotten, the fact that it was control that repressed me for so long. It was control that had me locked away because I couldn’t be controlled. And now, Journal, NOW, I’m floundering at the same thing Toad Road was, control. Constance demands control even though she surrounds herself with the chaos of Emily and Caitlyn. She mocks chaos, Journal, thinking it something other than a force of nature. But, Journal, but we know the truth, no matter how much we try to run from it, don’t we? And it is here Journal that I must stop my scribbles in your pale pages, for Constance deserves to hear my voice, my conviction, my promise to her in her darkest hour.
Joanna places her Journal down on the seat next to her. The camera picks up passing buildings as Joanna stares into the lens with her crooked smile. She is seated in the interior of a rather plain town car. “Hello Constance, been a while, I could argue a lifetime with how much has changed.” Joanna says before biting her lip and allowing the camera to capture her childish smile. “Already my second tour of the United Kingdom and yet I’m nothing like the deranged girl from before. Constance you said you saw me as the….” Joanna pauses as she digs in the pockets of her pants. Retrieving her phone Joanna taps it quickly before Constance’s voice echoes inside the car with the phrase “as the lackey in GPW.” Joanna’s smile is almost ear to ear as she again taps her phone.
“Ah yes, fitting for my role, but it seems you’re powers of perception were and are as dull as a sheep’s whom always just follows the shepherds instructions. What you Constance, and what most people didn’t catch onto was that..” Joanna stops in her speech and fights with herself to utter the name Constance had no issue bring up in her message to the blue haired visionary. “Emma,” she manages to cough out, looking as though she had to carve it from her own skin to say it. “and I planned everything to the fine details. She,” Joanna looks away from the camera and bites her lip as she takes a deep breath. “would obsess over strategy and out maneuvering opponents, while I merely had to do what came naturally.”
As the car turns so does Joanna’s expression. Looking out the window Joanna’s voice takes on a far away tone. “You see Constance it’s this simple fact that has been my biggest issue. A truth I’ve been doing my best to deny and run from.” Joanna shivers as her thoughts chill her more than the words from her lips. “I’m naturally chaotic, I’m naturally brutal, and here I am more than a month with a new company more lost than when I was unemployed.” As Joanna looks back at the camera she has a very obvious fake smile as her eyes shake fighting back her real feelings.
“I envy you Constance, you’re ability to be constant, unwavering regardless of what life hands you. I’ve never been that way, I always react and just do. This desire to change, to do something non-destructive, came as electricity consumed my body. Unemployment put a strain on my relationship with my former tag partner, and I was left alone. Subjected to test after test of why I was the way I was, and with no solid answer I decided to see if I could change.” Joanna’s face flashed a smirk for a moment as she looked up at the ceiling and fought a small chuckle. “And the most messed up part Constance, is that I feel you’re right. I’m sane if I think I can beat you. Really, you’re nothing special, nothing difficult, so I can beat you. But I won’t if I keep denying the truth.”
Joanna looks at the camera and shows the VoW audience something new, a manic twinkle in her eye, a glint of something powerful, something not quite right in her expression. “So I give you a new promise Constance, something Dathyn, Zarhara, and Winter have all showed me the real problem is. I won’t fight myself when I step in the ring with you, I deny my natural ability for the sake of watching victory slip away. Now don’t think I mean to hurt you or that I have issues with you.” Joanna shakes her head and leans forward.
“You Constance, are a champion in the making, you proved that before and you will again. You have a strength and mind that are uncommon in our business and you will be my hardest opponent, yet, in VoW.” Joanna used her fingers to count off all the accolades she believed Constance was deserving of. “But to say that I’m in the wrong place to better myself if crazier than I’ve ever been accused of. VoW is about to become a battleground and it’ll be the perfect place to prove exactly the kind of person I am.” Joanna leans back into her seat and looks at the buildings flying past.
An odd calm overtook the car as Joanna lifted the camera so that only eye focused eyes and a few strains of hair could be seen. “I am the future, someone that not only knows their demons, but how to control them. Can you do that Constance? I mean you have issues controlling your cheer squad, and I don’t recall you ever having to deal with personal demons. So while you are a great competitor, you’re a simple human being. I’ve seen my darkness and am doing what I can to push through it into the light. But we can argue the future until we run out of breath, what matters is that happens between those ropes. I may not have your skill, your experience, or your consistency but you don’t have my heart, or my ability to turn raw emotion into an unstoppable force.”
Joanna turns the camera to face the window and capture the passing faces as the town car stopped for a second, before resuming its tour of Sheffield. “Constance, you are the better wrestler, I can concede that, but look at those people, they need someone to believe in, something to believe in. I am that something, and I won’t let your mastery of our craft be what stops me from being an inspiration.” Joanna rotates the camera as her words fly from her lips. The passion in her voice is but a drop in the forest of her eyes. “I laid the groundwork for my vision of VoW months ago, and I WILL see it come to fruition in spite of you. Constance you may consider me a GPW alum that you refuse to be beaten by, but at Darkest Hour you will see I’m more of a Visionary than you could possibly imagine on your most creative day. So prepare yourself Constance, when the hour passes and you’re wondering what happened, when the world is wondering what happened, remember that a mere lackey left you scratching your head.” The feed ends with Joanna winking and wearing an ear to ear grin.