Post by Reya Serra on Jun 2, 2014 13:13:41 GMT -6
Good Counsel
One mistake.
That was all it took to lose in the first Breakthrough main event against Seth Iser. A countered crossbody that allowed him to put me in position to hit the maneuver he sacrilegiously refers to as Black Magic and pin me to the mat. It had been quite a battle against him, one that I was very close to winning myself up until that point, and one that I was not content with winding up on the losing side.
Yet that is merely what it was, a battle. The war with the Deity of Destruction?
It has no doubt just begun…
“Reya, where are we going?” my friend Paxar Vega inquires as I drive our rental car through Mankato, Minnesota along U.S. 14. “And don’t give me any of that cryptic ‘You’ll see when we get there’ mumbo jumbo either…”
“There is a place here in Mankato that I wish to go,” I tell her softly, keeping my eyes on the road and my hands gripped tightly on the wheel. “A place called Good Counsel Hill. It houses among other things the Loyola Catholic School and…”
“Good Counsel, huh?” Paxar states as she raises an eyebrow at me. “Sounds more to me like you’re doing exactly what Iser said you’ve been doing.”
Suddenly and without warning, I pull the vehicle off to the side of the road and bring it to a complete stop. “What is that supposed to mean, Paxar?” I question her as I turn my head to glare at her.
“That every time you’ve got the slightest problem you go running to the Church to solve it,” Paxar explains. “You’re using it as a crutch rather than figuring things out on your own like a big girl.”
“I most certainly am not,” I reply, my tone increasing in anger.
“Yes, you are,” Paxar states emphatically as she glares back at me. “This happens almost every time something bad happens to you. You retreat into the Church like a frightened child. You did it for months when you were injured, cutting off ties with just about everyone, and you’re doing it now. Where is the strong Reya that I used to know? The one that was excommunicated by the Church and relied solely on her faith? The one that stood tall against some of wrestling’s biggest giants and even though she kept getting knocked down she got right back up and went right back at them? Where is she?”
My face turns a dark shade of red as I throw open my door and exit the vehicle, slamming the door behind me. I start walking away from the vehicle as Paxar emerges from it and shouts at me. “Where are you going?”
“I will not sit here and listen to this!” I shout back to her over my shoulder as I keep walking.
“Fine...go to your little counsel hill…” Paxar yells loudly. “All it will do is prove everything that Iser and everyone else has been saying about you lately right...and you know what that makes you? Nothing more than a worthless coward!”
Worthless…
Upon hearing those words I turn on my heel and quickly make my way back towards her. Before she even has a chance to try defending herself, I put my hands around her neck and slam her hard into the side of the vehicle.
“I am not worthless!” I shout at the top of my lungs at her. “Do you hear me? I AM NOT WORTHLESS!”
I continue holding her neck in my hands choking the life out of her until I glance at one of the windows and see my angered reflection and that of Paxar gasping for breath. Almost immediately I release my grip and take a step back as Paxar coughs and clutches her throat. “I...I…”
“Well…” Paxar struggles, coughing another time or two. “I guess...that got your attention…”
“I…” I stammer as I peer at her worriedly. “I...I am sorry, Paxar. So very sorry...”
“It’s...It’s alright,” she replies as she stands against the side of the vehicle. “Looks like the old Reya’s in there after all, huh?”
“I suppose so,” I mutter softly.
Paxar lets out a slight laugh followed by another cough. “Good. Looks like she’s got some fight left too...and she’s going to need it in this war against Iser. First things first though. You want to start proving to them all that the once mighty Herald hasn’t become a worthless coward who hides behind her religion? Start at Breakthrough where they’ll all be watching. Bring that same fury you just had towards me against Oliver or Olivier or Olive Oil or whatever your opponent’s name is. I promise you that it’ll get their attention too.”
Taking a step forward towards her I put my arms around her, hugging my friend as I whisper into her ear.
“Thank you, mi amiga...for your good counsel.”
Alexander Oliver.
I know not much of him aside of him losing his debut match against my dear friend Matthew Slater, but that is no matter. My match against him this week is not so much about him. I care not about him, whether he is bigger or stronger than I or even more talented. None of that particularly matters to me. No, my match against him this week on Breakthrough...it is about myself.
I am not worthless.
Perhaps it is time to remind people of that much as I needed a reminder of it myself from my own best friend. Perhaps it is time to remind people of the woman that singlehandedly has defeated crews and empires that consisted of fools and degenerates. Sure, this woman is a faithful one. I hold a strong belief in my religion to be sure, but I have more than just that to back me up. I have talent and ability that some can only pray to possess. I have stood tall against kings and queens, demons and giants and all the while continued onward telling the tales.
So shall I continue to do after my match at Breakthrough, after I make an example out of Alexander Oliver for all to see. I will leave him in the center of that ring, broken and wondering how a mere woman got the best of him. The answer is simple.
I am no mere woman.
I am The Herald of Holiness.
This week on Breakthrough, Alexander Oliver will find out firsthand just how worthwhile, how powerful I truly am.
As for Seth Iser? If he is not already aware of it he will be reminded of it soon enough...