Author Topic: Faith and fate? (Read 638 times)

Emma Rose · « **on:** November 22, 2013, 11:16:40 AM »

**Rushed again sorry, very tired, huge week!**

So, I’m on a roll. I’m not quite sure what type of roll it is but I’m riding it. Last time you saw me inside a Sin City Wrestling ring, Roxi, Joanne and myself were kicking arse and taking names beating the team of Raynin, Gothika and Lizzie. Yet somehow some way our win was over shadowed by the selfishness of the Fallen, of course they would want to get the last say wouldn’t they? Jealously it’s a cruel web that catches even the most unique off guard. Oh Gothika honey, you might be in the league above me, but trust me I cannot wait to witness Roxi take back what is hers, I cannot wait to see you suffer at the hands of my superhero friend. Why so bitter Emma Rose? Let’s get one thing crystal clear, I don’t take after the bell shenanigans to lightly, hell what we do is an art form, a beautifully crafted and disciplined sport... not a free for all at a Tiffany and Co sale, what happens in a match should stay in a match, it’s shouldn’t be left to spill into the time of celebrations.

Ah yes celebrations, something you spiteful plastics took away from us, but mark my words pay back is coming and payback is always beautiful!

Let’s move away from last fortnight, let’s move to this week... this week I have the honour of teaming with the highly praised and very talented Jon Dough against Aaron Matthews and Necra. Jon Dough, the masked warrior. A ray of light that Sin City Wrestling needed, an infectious energy that doesn’t stop until he has tapped into your veins and over powered you with delight. Jon Dough the man that is willing to give the fans what they want, without selling out. The man that gives the children a role model but still appeals to the adult audience; he’s an all rounder, a rare diamond amongst a pile of fleeting ashes. Let’s face it respect in this business is very hard to earn or it’s very rarely handed out but this guy, this Jon Dough has seemed to earn it right off the bat. Teaming with him will be a fairytale in itself; but to walk away with a victory would be even more enchanting.

I have been asked lately if I’m worried that my career has just fallen into a rhythm of tag team matches? But let me get this straight... there is no fear in being a tag team wrestler, in fact I embrace it. There is something so pure in the ability to be able to trust someone you have no prior knowledge of; there is something amazing in being able to work together as a team without any words spoken. Don’t get me wrong I know why there is fear in tag team wrestling, I know why people wish to steer clear of it, the uncertainty and the lack of trust can be overbearing to some. To others it’s exciting; it’s invigorating it’s a reminded that not all is sinister in this big bad world. Let’s face it if you’re willing to put just a glimmer of hope and trust into someone and they don’t abandon it or taint it with bogusness or lack of respect, then why can’t there be some sort of balance brought back into a world so darkened by mistrust, so perished by distain and so spoiled because of the crippling doubt?

Doubt, it always comes back to doubt. It took me awhile to discover the remedy to the curse of doubt and it’s nothing more, but nothing less than a little bit of faith. You see doubt sees the obstacles, while faith sees the way. Doubt sees the darkest night, while faith sees the brightest day. Doubt dreads to take a step, but faith leaps and soars high. Doubt shouts a question who believes? While faith screams back I.

And right now Faith is the only thing I know that is stronger than fear.

Replay;

I can remember the first day I ever laid eyes on you. There you were just standing in a small group of other young boys, hatching a wonderful game winning play. Of course, I did happen to notice you were on the team with no shirts like you always are, but just because I was eight at the time it didn’t make me any less observant. You were born with confidence; it’s like the motion drips from your body with every bead of sweat. I could hear your voice, your strange accent taking me by surprise. Let’s be honest I couldn’t understand a single word you were saying, but the way your hands were cutting through the air like you were on fire lead me to believe you were coaching the boys. I didn’t mean to walk onto the field, but it was like as if you were drawing me towards you, it was like we needed to meet. To no surprise, you didn’t notice me at first it was only when Gaz hurled abuse my way, grinding his teeth telling me to get off the grass. It was then when you turned around, with your big toothy grin, big blue eyes, short brown curls grasping on for dear life to stay in place. I watched you turn to your group of friends to talk before jogging over towards me, kicking a football so effortless in your journey.

Ben: Sweets, you need to get off the field, before you get hurt.

His little voice could have melted the sun as his big blue eyes danced up and down her face. Emma shyly folded a lock of her long red hair behind her ear not lifting her eyes from the ground.

Ben: Hello earth to the redhead!

Taking another step towards her Ben was trying the catch a glimpse of her face, but she was hiding it well between looking at the grass at her feet and the warm trench coat she had wrapped around her tiny frame. Taking a few steps to the left Emma was finally off the football field. Scrunching her hands up into little balls she held them by her side.

Emma: Happy now?

Her New Zealand accent was thick and it was definitely a new sensation to Ben Jordan’s ears, but when your eight and you want to be nice, you in turn end up being mean.

Ben: You sound funny?

Looking up at him Emma sighed loudly, flicking another long lock of hair over her shoulder she huffed at him.

Emma: I sound funny? You don’t even make sense, you’re weird.

As the two, just stood there in silence for a while unsure of each other or what to say Emma went to walk away.

To be honest I didn’t really want to talk to you, after all I could feel your group of friends eyeing me off to some I must have been like a new toy while the others definitely made me feel like I was intruding on a secret boys club. I didn’t mean to, that was never my intentions, after all it wasn’t in the grand plan to run into you that day. I had my own agenda; I was getting a lay out of my new home. I must have looked like such a snob back then, but I think that even back then you knew that was more to my story and why I was so caged yet narky.

Ben: You don’t have to go; if you want you can pull up a seat and watch the game?

He was being nice, something so rare in the days of girls and boys having cooties. Looking up at Ben, Emma smiled but shook her head as if to say no.

Ben: You’re loss, I’m a pretty decent midfielder.

Without even thinking or watching her tongue Emma bit back.

Emma: I prefer goalkeepers.

Biting down on her bottom lip Emma wanted to apologise, it was unlike her to be so unladylike but being forced to move to a town you didn’t even know existed wasn’t exactly the deal of the cards she had asked for. Without anything else said she turned and walked off leaving Ben to just shrug his shoulders and return to his group of friends.

Gaz: Who was that?

Mikey: She looked like Ariel, that mermaid thingy my little sister is obsessed with.

Looking up the group of boys in front of him Ben licked his lips and proudly blurted out while smirking wildly.

Ben: Shotgun!

Gaz: Whatever mate, you’ll probably never see her again.

Ben: Probably...

Mikey: Who cares? She’s a girl.

Winking towards the boys they all started to crack up laughing before returning back to their serious game play. Little did Ben Jordan know that in just three short weeks at the start of a new schooling year, little miss red riding hood would come crashing back into his life in a big way.

Time to focus;

Dear Diary,

This Sunday I find myself teaming with the eccentric new comer Jon Dough and we are both set to come head to head with the team of Aaron Matthews and Necra. I have been told that Necra isn’t someone to be taken lightly, nor is she the type of girl that should be given an inch because she will run with it and take it a mile. She is the one that the roster fears, not just because of her persona but because of the brutality she can with stand and dish out in between the ropes of the six sided ring. Necra is the walking dead, the goddess of the dark and the reaper of souls. She is the one they call immortal, the one that can’t be stopped...

I should fear her, but I do not.

There is nothing to fear in life when you have faith and as of right now I know that deep down I have what it takes to beat Necra. I know I have what it takes to put a stop to her contestant reminders that she has previously once out lasted me in a match. What has happened in the past should stay in the past Necra, buried deep where no one can find it. Sure you have beaten me once before, but that doesn’t set this week’s match in stone. You see I’ve had time to reflect, I’ve had time to gather my thoughts and really think about what the heck I’m doing here in this business... and I know that mistakes have been made, but that doesn’t mean they have to be repeated.

You see I should have taken you and the other bombshells more seriously, I should have taken this sport more seriously and if I did right now, I could have been standing before you as a multiple champion instead of a multiple disappointment... ah disappointment the one thing I have vowed never to let myself feel again. I’m not saying I’m never going to lose again, I’m just saying I’m never going to lose to the same person twice. Consider it my goal; consider that my new little nest egg that I have started building for myself in Sin City Wrestling. Consider it my word.

Come this Sunday Necra, I will not allow your darkness to invade my light; I will not let your mind games cloud my judgement. I know who you are, I know what you can do, and it’s just about time someone shows you up at your own game. You think that fear is just brought through a fancy nickname? When will you lean that fear isn’t the break, but in fact it’s the accelerator?

At Climax Control, the boys will be deal with each other but mark my words Necra when we get into the ring, when we get to face each other finally one on one... the outcome will not be the same, the outcome won’t be with you standing over me in victory...

You might be the Goddess of the dead, but sweetie I’m Kia Kaha and that my dear friend is the only thing I need to be to beat you. Whatever pain you will dish out I will grit my teeth and bare it, whatever pit of hell you wish to drag me to I will endure it... because mind games will never outwit or outlast a focused mindset.

And trust me, i’m focused.

xoxox

ERJ