Post by Reya Serra on Jul 21, 2014 22:06:41 GMT -6
Miracle
My history of non-interference in the matches of others, in their conflicts, is well documented and widely understood. I for the most part even attempt to refrain from interjecting myself when my friends and family members are involved. They are adults, after all, and are more than capable of taking care of themselves.
That is, until one of them has dark mist spewed into their eyes.
Seth Iser was the perpetrator of that particular action, upon a woman which it has been no secret he cares little for in my twin sister Cera. He has spoken about me previously in regards to crossing particular lines, but he is the one that could have caused permanent blindness to my twin sister when he sprayed that mist in her eyes. I would never cause intentional physical harm to any member of his family such as he tried to do to Cera. Ever.
Seth Iser hath crossed a line himself, and for that he shall be subject to judgement in due time.
Yet that is not where the last Breakthrough ended, was it?
No, Cera was able to get back to her feet. She was able to grab a steel chair and defend herself. She was able to hit me in the back with a steel chair…
...Wait, what?
Okay, perhaps her vision was disoriented and she unintentionally struck me with the chair. That would certainly be understandable. That is, until she struck me again.
It had become clear what had transpired. The whole thing was staged by the two of them, in the hopes that I would emerge and come to the aid of Cera. It was a trap, set by an unlikely and an unholy alliance...and guess what?
I fell for it. Hook, line, and sinker…
Sitting on a bench in a dressing room inside the Herb Brooks National Hockey Center, I let out a deep sigh as my friend Paxar laces her skates up beside me. Upon hearing my sigh she stops and turns her head to me.
“Alright, Reya...out with it…” Paxar commands, glaring into my crystal blue eyes.
“Out with what?” I question back, half heartedly attempting to brush her off as I peer down at the skates on my feet. “I am fine.
“Bologna. You’ve been mopey for days now,” Paxar states. “Are you angry about your loss to English?”
Looking up from my feet, I turn to glare seriously back at her. “You know very well what is bothering me, Paxar Vega.”
“I do. I know exactly what’s buggin’ you, what’s stickin’ in your Christian craw,” Paxar declares strongly. “And all I’ve got to say about it is that I told you so…”
“I told you so?” I snap back at her angrily. “My twin sister, my flesh and blood, viciously assaults me with a steel chair and aligns herself with Seth Iser after I go out and try to help her and all you have to say is I told you so?”
“Look,” Paxar says to me sympathetically as she puts a hand on my shoulder. “I get that Cera’s your sister and you’ll do anything for her and all that, but I’ve been telling you for YEARS that she’s loca. She’s nuttier than a gigantic can of cashews, Reya. I’ve told you I don’t know how many times to be careful around her, that she was capable of doing something like this at any second without hesitation, and that’s EXACTLY what happened at Breakthrough. And, to top it all off, she did it by siding with the guy most driven to destroying you in Seth Iser…”
“Cera betrayed me, Paxar,” I tell her, continuing to seethe in anger. “She betrayed me, and did so without any sense of remorse. How would you feel if your own sister did such a thing to you?”
“I’d be totes mad, bro,” Paxar responds quickly as she briefly turns her attention to finishing up tying her skate laces. “Totes mah goats mad. But you know what I’d do? I’d get even with that fruit loop. I’d knock that smirk right off her face. But I know you, Reya. You won’t do that. An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind, vengeance is mine says the Lord, blah blah blah...so I’ve got a different suggestion. No doubt you’ll come across Cera and Iser again, I mean I’d put money on it seeing as VOW’s a small world after all, and when you do they’ll feel the wrath of your judgment for what they’ve done. In the meantime though, take that anger and refocus it elsewhere.”
The two of us stand from the bench, Paxar slightly slower than I, and walk towards the dressing room door. “Where would you suggest I refocus it exactly?” I question, raising an eyebrow at her. “Let me guess, some sort of angry...what would you call it...make out session with John?”
Smiling back at me, Paxar giggles slightly as we exit the dressing room and make our way towards the rink filled with several children as well as a few adults. “Well, you could go get a room with The Doctor and get all steamy hot and bothered if you wanted, but I was referring more to this Xcel Title Tournament you’ve been chosen to take part in that starts this week on Breakthrough.”
“It would be good for me perhaps to try to redouble my efforts in the ring after my defeat at the hands of Mister English,” I say to her truthfully with a nod. “Not to mention that there is a potential title opportunity at stake.”
“This tournament’s not going to be easy for you, Reya. Of the other seven participants you’ve lost to Brett Carson, PKA, and English...not to mention the twice you’ve lost to Iser. You know V’s da bomb diggity fo shizzle off the hizzle in the ring and that Scott Knight guy’s no slouch either. If you want to win you’re going to have to work hard and earn it.”
“That was only six,” I inform her politely as we stop behind the boards just mere feet from stepping onto the ice. “Who is the last?”
“He’s your opponent for Breakthrough this week,” Paxar states plainly. “His name’s Mister E. He’s a big guy, kinda mysterious, stood up for Rayne a week or two ago...I don’t know much about him other than that really.”
“What does the E in Mister E stand for, exactly?” I question her curiously. “Enigma? Enormous? Perhaps another Mister English?”
Paxar Vega simply shrugs her shoulders. “I don’t know, dude. It could be Edamame for all I know or it could just be Mister E. I’d be more concerned with the fact that he’s a big fella and he wants to win the Xcel Title just as much as you or any of the rest of the tournament entrants do.”
“I have no intentions of taking him lightly,” I say to her with a nod. “No doubt he will be a formidable opponent or he would not have been selected to participate in this tournament in the first place. However, I am hopeful that my talents and abilities given to me by the Lord will be enough of a match for him to defeat him and move onto the next round. We shall see when I step into the ring with him at Breakthrough, I suppose.”
“Psh, you got this girl,” Paxar declares with a smile.
There is a brief pause between the two of us as I turn my attention to the skating rink, glaring at it attentively. “Herb Brooks, the man this center is named for, was once the coach of the United States hockey team in the Olympics. Did you know that, Paxar?”
My friend shakes her head as I continue. “See, the Russian team had been the dominant team for years and was the heavy favorite going into the games. It was not thought that the United States would pose them much of a challenge, but do you know what they did? They defeated the Russians in stunning fashion on their way to a gold medal in those Olympics as millions watched. The underdog defeated the favored, David had slain Goliath...it was truly a sight to behold. To this very day it is still referred to as a miracle on ice.”
I pause momentarily before turning my head back to Paxar and gazing into her eyes. “Aside from you and I, nobody expects me to win this tournament, Paxar. No one. Yet I have faith that I can do so. I feel it in my heart, mi amiga. This tournament, this Xcel Championship is mine to win. It will be quite the sight to see, The Herald of Holiness standing tall as the first champion in the history of VOW, a miraculous sight that none of them ever saw coming...and it all begins right here.”
“The miracle in the ring,” Paxar strongly declares. “It’s got a nice ring to it. Now, we should probably get out on the ice. All these kids you so graciously brought here from the local orphanage that you rented the place out the entire day for would probably like to meet and spend time with the one and only Herald of Holiness, after all.”
“Indeed,” I reply with a nod as the two of us step out onto the ice, slowly skating our way into and interacting happily with the crowd of children and adults…
Mister E, I do not know him well. From what I am told of his size he has me at a disadvantage in the strength and power departments, but that is nothing new compared to other men I have faced in my time in the wrestling business. I have faced men bigger, stronger, and more powerful and have emerged from those contests victoriously. I have no doubts, however, that Mister E is formidable in his own right. Facing him will almost certainly be a tough task, especially with a title opportunity on the line.
Just what does the E stand for, anyway? Perhaps I am looking at it the wrong way. Maybe the E itself has no meaning. Perhaps the key is in looking at the name in its entirety.
Mister E. Mystery. An enormous man that covers his face behind what appears to be a bandana to maintain that mystery he covets greatly. Yet I see no need for him to cover his face unless he has something which he chooses to hide.
So what does he hide? I do not know, but I intend to find out. I intend when I step into the ring with this massive man to take that cover off of his face, revealing it for all to see. For he can try to hide from many people, myself included, but he cannot hide from the Lord.
Yet that is not all. See, this contest is about more than the revelation of a mysterious man. No, there is an opportunity to move onto become the first champion in the history of VOW at stake here. A championship that I know deep in my heart that I am destined to win.
Yes, I am well aware of the difficulty in attempting this. Most of the others in this tournament have either already defeated me previously on at least one occasion or are formidable enough to do so. Yet I know I can defeat each and every single one of them, Mister E included.
My time has come. This is Xcel Championship is mine to win, ladies and gentlemen, and you all would be better off resigning yourselves now to the eventuality that I know in my heart to is the will of the Lord.
This is my miracle, and I have no intentions of letting any of you attempt to take it away from me.
So sayeth The Herald, and so it shall be done.
In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti.