Post by Deleted on Apr 11, 2017 21:03:33 GMT -5
The cameras are rolling. I should be smiling. I'm almost always smiling; because I'm almost always happy. Why be grumpy or broody when there's so much beauty in the world? No matter where you are in the world, barring a few exceptions, a short drive will bring you somewhere beautiful - be it in the city or outside of it. I should be hiking into the Louisiana Bayou, finding a picturesque spot to set up for the day. I should be meditating in the midst of nature's many wonders. I should be cutting a promo right about now, in that picturesque place. I should be talking about my Union Battleground debut against Mandi Morrison.
But I'm not.
She seems like someone who likes to smile a lot too. On any other day, any other time, I'd want to be friends with Mandi. Heck, that may end up being the case even after all this trouble with Kira Izumi is over. I should be telling Mandi that I want to have a great match with her, no matter who wins or loses. I should be analyzing our styles, speculating on how this match will pan out. I should be really excited, because for once in a long time I don't have to worry about needing another darn blood transfusion. Type O- blood is hard to come by, you see. It's great if you're a doner, but always in high demand when you're the one in need. I should be worry-free in this match, because Mandi Morrison is my opponent and I couldn't be happier.
But I'm not.
The simple truth is that I'm not humping it through the bayou, dodging gators and cutting promos. Instead, I'm sitting in my hotel room watching an amateur jazz band playing some lively tune down the street. But contrary to my normal nature, I don't feel lively right now. In truth, I don't even want to be here right now. I should be back in that worn out old chair at my parents' bedside in CAMC General Hospital back in Charleston, West Virginia.
But I'm not.
I'm angry. Really and truly angry. I've gotten angry before, but never like this. The sensation is foreign to me, like a virus eating up my insides. I can still control it, but don't ask me how. My heart aches. I want nothing more than to be by my parents' side like they were for me as a child. And yet... this rage... It's making me want to rip and tear and slash and claw and scream and shout, hoping it'll make me feel better.
But it doesn't. I've got to resist it at all costs.
One final point of note. I want to be back in Charleston more than anything, but I can't. Not unless Union Battleground decides to head that way at some point. But on a positive note, the man who caused all of this is here with me. That means there's a chance I can make him pay for what he's done. My father may never be the same again, but if I let this rage out on Kira Izumi... then maybe he can recover in peace.
No! Gods no! Help me fight through this emotional turmoil and retain my sanity!
As for Mandi Morrison, well... I just hope I can give her the match she deserves.
But I'm not.
She seems like someone who likes to smile a lot too. On any other day, any other time, I'd want to be friends with Mandi. Heck, that may end up being the case even after all this trouble with Kira Izumi is over. I should be telling Mandi that I want to have a great match with her, no matter who wins or loses. I should be analyzing our styles, speculating on how this match will pan out. I should be really excited, because for once in a long time I don't have to worry about needing another darn blood transfusion. Type O- blood is hard to come by, you see. It's great if you're a doner, but always in high demand when you're the one in need. I should be worry-free in this match, because Mandi Morrison is my opponent and I couldn't be happier.
But I'm not.
The simple truth is that I'm not humping it through the bayou, dodging gators and cutting promos. Instead, I'm sitting in my hotel room watching an amateur jazz band playing some lively tune down the street. But contrary to my normal nature, I don't feel lively right now. In truth, I don't even want to be here right now. I should be back in that worn out old chair at my parents' bedside in CAMC General Hospital back in Charleston, West Virginia.
But I'm not.
I'm angry. Really and truly angry. I've gotten angry before, but never like this. The sensation is foreign to me, like a virus eating up my insides. I can still control it, but don't ask me how. My heart aches. I want nothing more than to be by my parents' side like they were for me as a child. And yet... this rage... It's making me want to rip and tear and slash and claw and scream and shout, hoping it'll make me feel better.
But it doesn't. I've got to resist it at all costs.
One final point of note. I want to be back in Charleston more than anything, but I can't. Not unless Union Battleground decides to head that way at some point. But on a positive note, the man who caused all of this is here with me. That means there's a chance I can make him pay for what he's done. My father may never be the same again, but if I let this rage out on Kira Izumi... then maybe he can recover in peace.
No! Gods no! Help me fight through this emotional turmoil and retain my sanity!
As for Mandi Morrison, well... I just hope I can give her the match she deserves.