Post by Reya Serra on Jul 29, 2014 22:33:35 GMT -6
Destiny
“No, this is exactly what Cera expects from you, Rayne,” I say softly to my dear friend and sister The Duchess as I open the first aid kit. “She knows that while you are usually cool, calm, and collected that there are things that will set you off, that will cause you to lash out in anger as you just have, and she has not and will not hesitate to use those things to her advantage like she did just now. Your hand is now injured as a result of one comment from her. That is part of her game that she enjoys playing, a game in which you should not participate.”
There is a pause between us as Rayne glances away, no doubt not wanting little Rodney to see her in such a condition. “Not to worry,” I reassure her calmly. “Vanessa is still with Rodney, probably treating him to more of her various magic tricks to amuse him. Paxar is with them as well. No harm shall come to him, nor will he be subjected to this sight.”
Retrieving a pair of tweezers from the kit, I set about unwrapping the cloth wrapped around her injured hand. “What am I supposed to do, Reya? Let her keep walking all over me while I don’t stand up for myself? I can’t do that. I won’t...”
“I am not telling you to refrain from standing up for yourself,” I state clearly as I finish unwrapping her hand, setting the cloth aside while starting to use the tweezers to pick out the glass shards embedded in her hand. “You have every right to do so, especially after what just transpired, just as I know that you must do what you feel is necessary when you step into the ring with her. All I ask is that in doing so that you do your best to refrain from severely injuring her, for my sake.”
“Refrain from injuring her? How can you ask me to do that when you know she’s not going to show me the same courtesy?” Rayne questions, glaring into my eyes as she winces slightly.
“If I did not know for certain that she would not do so, I would request the same of her,” I tell her, letting out a small sigh as I pull another shard of glass out with the tweezers. “You are both my sisters, Rayne. One by blood and one by choice. I know the two of you have your differences, much like Cera and Vanessa have had over the years and like Cera and I have had recently, but I still do not want to see either of you hurt especially at the hands of the other.”
There is another pause between us after I remove the last of the shards and apply the alcohol to the wound, causing Rayne to grimace in pain. “Please…” I plead to her as I grab a bandage from the kit and begin wrapping it around the cleansed wound. “I know it is much for me to ask…”
“For you Reya, I’ll try…” Rayne replies as I finish bandaging her hand. “...but I make no promises.”
Politely, I nod to her before moving my head down and kissing her softly upon her now bandaged hand as a show of gratitude. “Thank you.”
While she made no promise to not injure Cera, I remain hopeful that she will do her best to keep from doing so. What will happen between them at Breakthrough as a result of what happened two nights ago, I do not know. I suppose that we shall all see soon enough…
“Are you sure you want to do this?” my best friend Paxar Vega on the other end of the phone questions as I walk determinedly down a corridor inside a Saint Paul hotel. “This just seems kinda sudden…”
“I have been pondering this for a few weeks now...since what transpired between us in my dressing room. I am certain, Paxar,” I reply in a serious tone. “This must be done.”
“I thought you liked him though…” Paxar contends. “...and the guy seems to like you…”
Suddenly, I stop walking and let out a deep sigh into the phone. “That...that is what makes this difficult,” I say to her somberly. “I have not only had feelings for a man in my employ and physically made them known, but he has also done the same in return. Business and intimate personal relationships should not cross paths. Doing so will only cause harm to all parties involved, as it already has since I first brought those paths together. Therefore, it is necessary and in the best interests of the both of us to terminate those relationships immediately before more harm is done.”
Paxar returns a deep sigh of her own through the phone before speaking once more. “Terminate? You sound almost like a dalek right now, Reya Serra Janason. Cold and emotionless…”
“I am being neither about this,” I tell her truthfully as I begin walking down the hallway once more. “This is simply what is best...for the both of us.”
“If this is truly what you want to do Reya, I’m not gonna stop you,” Paxar declares through the phone. “Besides, maybe not worrying about your relationship status with The Doctor will help you better focus on facing PKA in the Xcel tourney semis at Breakthrough.”
“Perhaps…” I reply as I arrive at the hotel room of Mister Abraham. “I must go for now, my friend. I shall speak with you soon.”
Pulling the phone from my ear, I press the button to end the call and slide the phone into my jean pocket. Closing my eyes briefly, I let out a deep sigh before lifting my arm up and knocking on the door…
Ending my relationship with John Luke Abraham, both personally and professionally, was more difficult than I had thought it would be. Yet it had to be done.
It has been said that if one truly loves something they should set it free. If it returns to them it is theirs. If not, then it was not to be. I had set John free, even providing him with what would be necessary for him to return to Texas to attempt to see his children. Whether or not he would return to me, only the Lord knows for certain…
That was yesterday, and as I have said often in the past every day brings a new dawn. The pain from breaking things off is still fresh within me, but I must press on. There is still much to be done...
“So...second round match in the Xcel tourney against PKA…” Paxar comments as we walk along a hiking trail on the outskirts of Duluth. “You need to be careful stepping into the ring with this guy. I mean, the time before last that you faced him he hit you with a light tube, man. Clearly this guy’s a little warped in the cabeza…”
“Patrick Kay Anthony is a dangerous opponent,” I say to her, taking a brief drink from a water bottle. “Yet in this particular match, weapons are not allowed. It will simply be him and I, the warped one and The Herald of Holiness. The victor will be the one who is able to successfully use their talents and abilities better than the other.”
Stopping momentarily, I let out a deep sigh as Paxar stops as well a few feet in front of me. “By all rights though, I should not even be in this match. Vanessa was slated to be his opponent, not I. She won her first round match against Seth Iser. I, on the other hand, was unable to defeat Mister E...I do not deserve this…”
Narrowing her eyes, Paxar takes a step towards me. “Bullshit!” she yells in an angered tone.
Surprised by her sudden foul language, I am taken aback for a moment. “What did you just say?”
“You heard me. Bullshit,” Paxar repeats, her anger intensifying. “You might not’ve beat E last week, but you two put on an amazing match. The crowds? They adore you, Reya. They blow the roof off of arenas when you win and they still cheer like crazy for you when you lose. Why? Because they see your talent. They see you struggle through adversity and still get back up and fight…”
Paxar moves closer, staring directly into my eyes as she stands face to face with me. “They recognize that you deserve this second chance. So does V...that’s why she graciously offered up her spot that she rightfully earned and could’ve kept herself to you ...and so does Stefan Frei, which is why he allowed you to take her spot. The bottom line is this, Reya. You’re still in the tournament. You still have a chance to become not only the first Xcel Champion but the first champion in the history of VOW.”
“That may be so, but this is now how I wanted it to happen,” I lament, shaking my head.
“It doesn’t matter how you wanted it to happen,” Paxar snaps back. “This is how it’s happening. This is the path God’s laid out for you. If you want to win this tournament, if you want the Xcel Title and want to be the first VOW Champ, I suggest you follow it.”
I ponder her words for a few moments before I nod in agreement. “You are right, my friend,” I tell her, smiling weakly. “I may have been defeated, but by the grace of God as well as the miracle still endures. It matters not how I have advanced in the tournament it simply matters that I have advanced. Now, I must continue that advancement. I must defeat Patrick Kay Anthony to reach the finals at the Heatstroke Pay-Per-View event to be the victor of this tournament and be the first champion in VOW history.”
There is a pause between us as we resume walking the trail for a bit until we reach what appears to be the summit. “What did you say the name of this place was again, Paxar?”
“It’s called Spirit Mountain,” Paxar declares with a smile. “When I was looking for something for us to do I happened upon this place and it just seemed perfect. I mean, The Herald of Holiness Reya Serra Janason climbing Spirit Mountain on her way to beating PKA and moving one step closer to being the first VOW championship. You can’t tell me that’s not awesome.”
“I suppose you are correct,” I reply, letting out a slight laugh. “Yet now that we are here at the top of the mountain…”
“We’re not at the top, Reya,” Paxar informs me. “There’s still aways to go before we get there, but if you want to get there you’ve gotta keep climbing...just like you’ve got to keep climbing to get that title…”
Politely I nod before smiling brightly at her. “Then continue climbing I shall.”
That was today. Earlier today, to be precise. Paxar had a point. If I want to continue my advancement, I must keep climbing.
To do so, I must step into the ring with Patrick Kay Anthony. I must look deep into the eyes of a truly warped individual and not only compete against him in the ring, but defeat him as well.
Sure, I thought that I would travel a different path to reach this point. I thought that I would defeat Mister E last week to make it this far, yet that victory was not to be. However, the Lord graciously presented another path for me to advance in this tournament when my dear little sister Vanessa selflessly gave up her spot in the tournament after advancing with a victory in her match and Mister Frei allowed me to take that spot. I was given a second chance or sorts, I suppose one could say, and it is not a second chance I have any intention of squandering.
So let Mister Anthony bring himself to the ring for Breakthrough. Let him bring his unusual attire, that oddly colored and styled hair, and those twisted thoughts floating around in that head of his. He will need them if he has any intentions of defeating me. For it will be his talents and abilities in the ring that he shall be forced to rely upon this time around, not fluorescent light tubes or any other weaponry he has become accustomed to wielding.
Does Mister Anthony have what it takes within him to defeat me? Do he have superior speed? Superior mental strength? Endurance? Durability? Faith? All of those attributes will be put to the test against me in that ring. He may prove to be a challenge, in fact I know that he will be a challenge, but I sincerely doubt he will be walking out of Breakthrough advancing in the tournament.
Why do I say that, one might ask?
Because it is my destiny to become Xcel Champion. It is my destiny to become the first champion in the history of the Visionaries of Wrestling.
This is the path the Lord has laid out for me. Patrick Kay Anthony stands in the way of me advancing along that path, but when we step into the ring it can be assured that I shall move past him and onward along the path of the Lord.
There may have been a detour to get to this point, but this is still my miracle and I intend to see it to the end.
Patrick Kay Anthony shall not be the one to deny it, nor shall anyone else remaining in this tournament or sitting on the sidelines.
It is the will of the Lord that I become the Xcel Champion, ladies and gentlemen, and winning that championship is exactly what I shall do.
So sayeth The Herald, and so it shall be done.
In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti.