Post by Reya Serra on Jul 14, 2014 22:42:07 GMT -6
By The Fire
There have been many things on my mind since the latest Breakthrough ended. Has Hugo Strange truly changed for the better since our last encounter? After being taken to the hospital after her match is...is my sister Cera alright? What happened in my dressing room with John...what does it mean…
...and then there are the comments made by Seth Iser. Yes, I heard everything he had to say. I find it...humorous the ways in which he attempts to manipulate the descriptions of events and actions to suit his own ends. He puts the blame on me for his broken orbital bone when the incident itself was a mere unintentional accident.
Seth Iser believes I crossed a line when that happened, a line that he feels further proves that I have a dark side and intends to punish me...nay, terminate me as a result.
Threatening to terminate me, that is a new one. I have grown accustomed to being told that I will be beaten, broken, and destroyed...but terminated? I have not heard that one before. Not only that, but comparing doing so to that of the death of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ...that is just simply despicable.
Nevertheless, I will treat dealing with him just as I have treated dealing with others such as him in the past. Let him try to terminate me, with the extreme prejudice he claims he shall use. When all is said and done he will look the fool while I shall still be standing…
“REYA!” my best friend and manager Paxar Vega shouts at me as the two of us sit at our campsite at the Indian Point campground near Duluth. The shout causes me to break my gaze from the roaring bonfire a few feet in front of me. I turn my head, looking over at her.
“Yes?” I inquire, raising an eyebrow at her.
“Are you going to just stare blankly at the fire all night or are we going to actually talk?” Paxar questions as she opens the nearby cooler and pulls out a soda.
“If you want to talk, talk. I am not stopping you from doing so,” I tell her, returning my gaze to the burning fire.
“I get it,” Paxar states plainly as she cracks open the soda and takes a sip. “Even though she’s nuttier than a whole can of cashews, you’re worried about Cera. Dehydration’s bound to happen when you drink as much tequila as she does. She’s gonna be fine…”
I give her a polite nod in response.
“...But that’s not what’s bothering you, is it? You’re...you’re still thinking about that kiss…” Paxar remarks.
While I choose not to reply, I do begin to blush slightly.
“It’s not like you’re his mother-in-law or something,” Paxar declares with a bit of a chuckle. “It’s clearly obvious that The Doctor, that’s what I’m calling him from now on B-T-Dubs, likes you and all of your good Christiany hotness so what’s wrong? Do you not like him?”
Letting out a sigh I peer back over at Paxar.
“You...you do not understand,” I say to her, shaking my head. “I do like John. So much so, in fact, that it was I that kissed him first a couple weeks ago. Last week...was his return of my affection for him.”
Which may have been unexpected, but by the end of the evening had brought a smile to my face. It made me, for the first time in perhaps quite a long while, happy.
Narrowing her eyes slightly, Paxar appears perplexed. “So let me get this straight, Reya. You like The Doctor and to show that you kissed him first. Then last week he showed that he liked you back and kissed you…”
“That sounds correct, yes,” I tell her, nodding.
“Then what’s the problem!?” Paxar exclaims loudly as she jumps to her feet, spilling a bit of her soda that was in her hand in the process. “Take him out on a date, hold hands, make out, and be a couple already…”
“Did you not hear what Seth said last week? He vowed to terminate me, Paxar,” I remind her. “Now, I am fully capable of dealing with him and deal with him I shall when the times comes, but what if he chooses to lay his hands on John or someone else that I care about? What then?”
“Seth Iser might be scarier than Frankenstein but I know if I ended up with him within arm’s length I’d just kick him in that bad knee of his and run like a herd of walkers was after me,” Paxar declares strongly. “As for John and your other friends and family, they all have varying degrees of training for things like that. They’ll be okay.”
“I pray that you are right, Paxar,” I say to her softly. “If he were to do something to one of you…”
There is no telling what I would do…
“Don’t worry, Reya,” Paxar states reassuringly. “We’re not even going to get near that bridge let alone have to worry about crossing it. You just worry about your match this week against Casanova English.”
“Ah yes, the impressive upstart that does not in the least live up to his name as a casanova,” I tell Paxar with a nod. “Casanova English has proven his formidability thus far since coming here, but I have defeated formidable men in the past including the man Mister English defeated last week in Jarek Whitaker. As long as he does not attempt any funny business with me before our match like he did when he assaulted Starrkadian, it should be an interesting match.”
“Well, the guy isn’t really known so there’s no telling what he might do,” Paxar declares, taking another drink from her soda. “But if he’s anything like most rooks, he’s going to try and force you to respect him, punishing you if necessary.”
“Respect is not gained by force,” I say to her sternly. “If Casanova English seeks my respect, he shall have to earn it as other have...by bringing his best against me in the ring in fair, clean competition. Brutally punishing me as he did to Starrkadian, as Seth Iser would like to do to me, as the prophet Job was on many occasions in biblical times, will not earn him one minute ounce of respect.”
“His first loss here was against V,” Paxar reminds me. “Being the misogynistic male that he appears to be, that probably sticks in his mangina. He’s not gonna want to lose to a woman again, let alone another Janason sister, so I’d expect him to do anything and everything to keep that from happening. Who knows...he might even try to hit on you, throw you off your game.”
“I can assure you that I will not fall victim to his advances. As for him not wanting to lose again to a woman such as myself, that is his problem and not mine. I always bring my best to the ring. That would not change even if I was a seven foot tall four hundred pound male and does not vary depending on who I face in the ring. I put all of the talent and ability the Lord has given me out there once that bell rings and I expect Mister English to do the same. It is as simple as that,” I state strongly. “I have full faith in myself and my success against him. Now, come. It is time to get some sleep. We have a long day tomorrow.”
Paxar nods in agreement as I stand to my feet. The two of us walk towards our separate tents and enter them, zipping them closed behind us as the fire begins to die…
Casanova, Casanova, Casanova…
I suppose the name comes with the expected arrogance towards acquiring women derived from its namesake. It is truly disgusting that even in this day and age that some men still view women as property that they can simply make theirs was a snap of their fingers.
Well, I hate to break it to Mister English but I am not for sale at any price.
Therefore, he will have to step into the ring with me one on one, just as he did several weeks ago against my sister Vanessa. As I recall, he was not on the victorious side of that affair nor do I believe he will be when he faces me. Why? Because while my sisters and I most definitely have different personalities we do all have tremendous wrestling ability that runs through our veins.
Mister English wants my respect, wants to prove that even though he has but limited experience that he is one of if not the best in the business. Yet he cannot simply speak my second language of English and gain my respect. No, if Casanova desires my respect he must earn it. Earn it like men and women such as Matthew Slater, Adrien Specter, Alexis Castellano, and many others have. Step into the ring with me, bring his absolute best, and if he is able defeat me.
I will not make this easy for him by any means. I will do as I always have and bring all of my God given talent and ability to the ring and I fully intend to use it. Do not believe me? Look back at my most recent matches against the likes of Hugo Strange and Seth Iser for proof.
At Breakthrough I will step into the ring with Casanova English and I shall be victorious. If Mister English believes differently, he is more than welcome to attempt to prove me wrong and perhaps earn my respect in the process…
So sayeth The Herald, and so it shall be done.
In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti.