Post by Deleted on Jun 24, 2016 12:47:22 GMT
┊Lego House I.I┊ The Lady of Chambers
How often you have to tell yourself a lie.- to make it your truth? Ten times? Hundred times? Or a lifetime of repeating. Everyone had a dead body in their closet, some more literal than others. But what about Neville Proctor? The self proclaimed Messiah of Wrestling. All surrender. The answer has arrived. Spending ten years in an industry like that, you have heard almost all. From retarded to over the hill stupid. Neville? Maybe a little bit of both. Chaos often breeds life, when Order breeds habit. ~ Henry Adams.
She was caught in a moment of silence. Sitting in her huge living room while looking through pictures. It was her own way of dealing.- although in all honesty it felt like being a masochist. On her body, no problem. On her mind, bad idea.
You gotta forget. Move on. This is the point of no return.
It was then when she snapped out of her agony, coming to the realization that this was no game. She had a match to get ready for. Again.
“It must be such a hard burden to carry the weight of the industry on your shoulders Neville. Since you are the Messiah of Wrestling and all that. I feel deeply sorry for you. No one should do that alone. But I leave being disrespectful to you as it is not my style. I admire your abilities even though you hide them behind that smug grin. You think you you got this, don’t you? Because I am just pussy on legs. No actual threat to a dominant predator like you. Do I have it all covered?”
Lara leaned back against the sofa, forgotten was the phone in her hand. Even though those eyes still looked at her. Staring.
“I don’t know a lot about you but in the end that is not necessary. Because for a fighter it should be important to know themselves. And I do. I never bring less than my A game friend, no matter how much you wanna ignore that. I am a lot faster than you. I have submission holds that will wear you down, no matter how much strength your body may withhold. Brain beats Brawn. I am prepared for your insults and tactics.- I will never lose my focus. Do you see the bump in the road Neville? It is so huge but you probably too busy celebrating a not given victory.”
On the inside she was slowly counting to ten. It was moments like that when her Chambers temper wanted to break free. But for now it remained tamed.
“There will always be that one person that looks at you and is able to figure you out Nev. You got the attitude of a fighter but obviously the small dick problem too. You personally seem to think that being born a man gives you the right to rule. Think again. I might can not outwrestle you, but I can always outsmart you. Entering your comfy zone. See me as an intruder honey but also realise that I do not believe in god. Not up there. Not down here. So your Messiah complex might fistbump you right in the ass.”
The look on her face was serious the playful tone gone. The huge, blue eyes focused on her phone.
“The first hit is free. The rest might cost you more than you are willing to give. See it as some sort of motivation. But also keep in mind.- the more pain you inflict, the better I will get. It is an open secret that pain is the filing for my tank. Let’s be realistic here. You feed yourself off of an ego you have created, but you keep missing the point my love. You will collapse like all giants do and the midget with nukes will still dance. I am the new face of impossible. Simply because I do not believe there is anyone out there unbeatable. So stroke your ego. Stroke your… oops, family friendly and all that.”
For a moment Lara seemed like the old self people began to miss. She even went as far as laughing. Too soon it stopped.
“Opinions are like assholes, everyone has one. And sometimes I have to wonder if their asses are jealous of the shit their mouths create. This ain’t Disneyland Neville.- not every ride ends well. I come prepared for the worst, willing to lay it all on the line. You, as god, may know what is hiding in those weak hearts or your opponents. But what will you do with someone that is not intimidated? All the strength you believe to have, will come down to one thing. Failure.”
This is not the end.
How often you have to tell yourself a lie.- to make it your truth? Ten times? Hundred times? Or a lifetime of repeating. Everyone had a dead body in their closet, some more literal than others. But what about Neville Proctor? The self proclaimed Messiah of Wrestling. All surrender. The answer has arrived. Spending ten years in an industry like that, you have heard almost all. From retarded to over the hill stupid. Neville? Maybe a little bit of both. Chaos often breeds life, when Order breeds habit. ~ Henry Adams.
She was caught in a moment of silence. Sitting in her huge living room while looking through pictures. It was her own way of dealing.- although in all honesty it felt like being a masochist. On her body, no problem. On her mind, bad idea.
You gotta forget. Move on. This is the point of no return.
It was then when she snapped out of her agony, coming to the realization that this was no game. She had a match to get ready for. Again.
“It must be such a hard burden to carry the weight of the industry on your shoulders Neville. Since you are the Messiah of Wrestling and all that. I feel deeply sorry for you. No one should do that alone. But I leave being disrespectful to you as it is not my style. I admire your abilities even though you hide them behind that smug grin. You think you you got this, don’t you? Because I am just pussy on legs. No actual threat to a dominant predator like you. Do I have it all covered?”
Lara leaned back against the sofa, forgotten was the phone in her hand. Even though those eyes still looked at her. Staring.
“I don’t know a lot about you but in the end that is not necessary. Because for a fighter it should be important to know themselves. And I do. I never bring less than my A game friend, no matter how much you wanna ignore that. I am a lot faster than you. I have submission holds that will wear you down, no matter how much strength your body may withhold. Brain beats Brawn. I am prepared for your insults and tactics.- I will never lose my focus. Do you see the bump in the road Neville? It is so huge but you probably too busy celebrating a not given victory.”
On the inside she was slowly counting to ten. It was moments like that when her Chambers temper wanted to break free. But for now it remained tamed.
“There will always be that one person that looks at you and is able to figure you out Nev. You got the attitude of a fighter but obviously the small dick problem too. You personally seem to think that being born a man gives you the right to rule. Think again. I might can not outwrestle you, but I can always outsmart you. Entering your comfy zone. See me as an intruder honey but also realise that I do not believe in god. Not up there. Not down here. So your Messiah complex might fistbump you right in the ass.”
The look on her face was serious the playful tone gone. The huge, blue eyes focused on her phone.
“The first hit is free. The rest might cost you more than you are willing to give. See it as some sort of motivation. But also keep in mind.- the more pain you inflict, the better I will get. It is an open secret that pain is the filing for my tank. Let’s be realistic here. You feed yourself off of an ego you have created, but you keep missing the point my love. You will collapse like all giants do and the midget with nukes will still dance. I am the new face of impossible. Simply because I do not believe there is anyone out there unbeatable. So stroke your ego. Stroke your… oops, family friendly and all that.”
For a moment Lara seemed like the old self people began to miss. She even went as far as laughing. Too soon it stopped.
“Opinions are like assholes, everyone has one. And sometimes I have to wonder if their asses are jealous of the shit their mouths create. This ain’t Disneyland Neville.- not every ride ends well. I come prepared for the worst, willing to lay it all on the line. You, as god, may know what is hiding in those weak hearts or your opponents. But what will you do with someone that is not intimidated? All the strength you believe to have, will come down to one thing. Failure.”
This is not the end.
