Post by Deleted on May 16, 2019 23:28:32 GMT -8
"You're the weak one. And you'll never know love, or friendship. And I feel sorry for you."
Samantha Tolson-Anderson lies on a lounger on the back porch of her Las Vegas home, the sun shining down brightly on her in her orange two-piece, reflecting off her aviator sunglasses. She’s sitting up just slightly, enough where she’s not completely laid back, and reaches over to the table beside her to grab a tall glass of lemonade. She takes a sip, licking the excess off her lips before she puts it back on the table.
“The words of Harry Potter to Lord Voldemort during The Deathly Hollows. Katie and I watched that movie the other night as we were flying from LA back here, and that statement struck a chord. It took a minute for it all to really sink in as to why, but that singular chord resonated with me very deeply.”
“I think Brady Vega, I finally understand you.”
“You’re the weak one between us, and now, after months of trying to figure it out, I know why. You don’t know love. That real, lasting, soul-quenching type of love like I have with Katie. The kind of love that you don’t have to constantly question or seek, the kind of love that naturally happens and continues to grow over time, day by day, moment by moment.”
“The kind of love that makes your heart skip a beat when you see that person walk into a room.”
“You don’t know that, Brady. I’m sure you’ll try and convince us all that you do, that or try and tell us all that I don’t know you, that I have no clue about you...but it’s obvious. I just didn’t put my finger on it until now. See, someone who knows love doesn’t have to dress his sister in bondage wear, offering her up to his tag team partner in trade for his services. Someone who knows love doesn’t have to constantly try and degrade and run down those that do, because he or she is confident in what they have.”
“None of those things can possibly begin to describe you.”
Samantha reaches over and grabs her glass, sipping again on her lemonade as the sun glistens off the beads of sweat forming on her tight abs.
“It’s also abundantly clear that you don’t know friendship, either. Sure, you have your little following right now, leading Mary Jane...Sativa for those not in the know, Xavier, Rex, and even poor Geki around. They’ve bought into what you’re selling for God knows what reasons, but trust me when I tell you none of them are truly your friends. Mary Jane would sell you down the river if she felt it would better benefit her, and so would LaRoux. I can’t speak about Geki, but you treat him so poorly that I wouldn’t be a bit shocked when he kicks your head off for it. And Rex?”
“Well, we know how you keep him around, don’t we?”
“None of that, Brady, is true friendship. I mean, let’s be serious here, you’re on Twitter trying to convince the world that you have a Master’s degree from as prestigious a university as Stanford, a vain and easily seen-through attempt to attract more people to your side. You try and try to convince anyone who will listen to be your friend, but when they see through the lies and the smokescreens and see you for who you really are, you attack them and try to convince the world that somehow, you’re better than them in some way.”
“Therein lies the very real and true difference between us, Brady. Athletically, we’re not that far apart. I’m stronger, you’re quicker and faster, but the differences otherwise are minute at best. But I have the things in life you don’t, the things in life you crave and reach for so very desperately yet elude your outstretched arms.”
“I have true and everlasting love, and I have real and honest friendships. I know that whatever happens, I can lean on my wife and my friends, and they will be there for me. I know that win, lose, or draw Saturday night in that electrified cage, that I will still be loved. That I will still have friends that have chosen to be close to me for no other reason than they care for me.”
“Do you have that, Brady? You’ll say that you do, of course, but after you do, look into the mirror and ask yourself that question. Ask yourself if you truly have anything that remotely resembles a real love, or a lasting friendship. I don’t think you can answer yes with a straight face...at least not when you have to look yourself in the eye and tell the truth.”
“Because of that, Brady...all the pressure Saturday night? It’s squarely and completely on your shoulders. You put it there with your Pearl Harbor job on Olivia Areano. You found yet another loophole, yet another parlor trick, to weasel your way back into the Pride Championship Tournament. I wager this was your plan all along, a little ace in the hole in case you lost to Britney Anders.”
“In fact, I’ll go so far as to say that the four thugs you had attack me backstage so long ago? That was Rex, Mary Jane, Xavier, and Geki. This whole Republic thing you have going has been going on for a lot longer than people want to realize. This plan has been going on for a long, long time, hasn’t it?”
“Now Brady, everything you’ve done, everything you’ve attempted to do and want to do, it all comes to a head inside that electrified steel cage. All the plotting and planning, all the chicanery and subterfuge, it all becomes wasted if you can’t win this match.”
“But because of that same tomfoolery, you’ve put yourself into an impossible situation, a situation that even the General manager of the Pride Division wants to see you go down.”
“All the pressure of all of it weighs strictly on your head, because no one can help you this time. Nothing can save you. No little magic black box that hits you with a low grade of current can possibly insulate your nerves against the amount of juice that runs through a cage like the one we step into Saturday night. It’s not even humanly possible to inoculate yourself from that sort of electric shock. Trust me, Brady...I’ve done the research. If you so much as make even the slightest of contact with part of the cage, you will feel pain. You will receive, pardon the pun, the shock of a lifetime. You cannot prevent it, no matter how hard you try.”
“Not only that, but there’s no one to save you either. Not Mary Jane. Not Rex. Not Geki, nor Xavier. All of them will be taking a forced vacation if they even so much as enter the arena.”
“And you? You have a thirty day vacation riding on this outcome as well, don’t you? If you don’t win, all your plans go away for a little while, and you have to go back to the drawing board.”
“Now, I’ve come to understand quite a lot about you heading into this, so I know what you’re likely going to say. You’re going to try and turn it around on me by telling me that the pressure is all on me because I’ve said over and over that I’m going to beat you inside that cage.”
“But like you have been all along, you’re wrong.”
“If you somehow happen to beat me, yeah, it’ll sting. But I’ll move on, and work my way back into a position to challenge for the Pride Championship after the tournament ends. With the support system in place to do so.”
“You don’t have that. What happens if you fail? If you lose? Will LaRoux take his tag partner and leave? Will Mary Jane look to stick her knife in your back as she has so many others?”
“Will Rex leave you high and dry?”
“All your plans, gone. All your false friends, left doubting at best, leaving at worst.”
“Even they sense your desperation. You’ve called me everything you can think of, tried to cast doubt on my ability, questioned my desire for this championship and this company.”
“You’ve done it all in a desperate play to keep those tenuous friendships, based on nothing but your lies and falsehoods, intact.”
“And Saturday night, when you can’t run, when no one can help you, when you have to stand and deliver, Brady...you will be measured by them.”
“And you will be found left wanting.”
“I am the next CW Pride Champion.”
“You are nothing more than a child, grasping for what he can’t have because of his own lack of understanding.”
“You’re the weak one, Brady Vega.”
“And I pity you.”
The camera fades to black.
Samantha Tolson-Anderson lies on a lounger on the back porch of her Las Vegas home, the sun shining down brightly on her in her orange two-piece, reflecting off her aviator sunglasses. She’s sitting up just slightly, enough where she’s not completely laid back, and reaches over to the table beside her to grab a tall glass of lemonade. She takes a sip, licking the excess off her lips before she puts it back on the table.
“The words of Harry Potter to Lord Voldemort during The Deathly Hollows. Katie and I watched that movie the other night as we were flying from LA back here, and that statement struck a chord. It took a minute for it all to really sink in as to why, but that singular chord resonated with me very deeply.”
“I think Brady Vega, I finally understand you.”
“You’re the weak one between us, and now, after months of trying to figure it out, I know why. You don’t know love. That real, lasting, soul-quenching type of love like I have with Katie. The kind of love that you don’t have to constantly question or seek, the kind of love that naturally happens and continues to grow over time, day by day, moment by moment.”
“The kind of love that makes your heart skip a beat when you see that person walk into a room.”
“You don’t know that, Brady. I’m sure you’ll try and convince us all that you do, that or try and tell us all that I don’t know you, that I have no clue about you...but it’s obvious. I just didn’t put my finger on it until now. See, someone who knows love doesn’t have to dress his sister in bondage wear, offering her up to his tag team partner in trade for his services. Someone who knows love doesn’t have to constantly try and degrade and run down those that do, because he or she is confident in what they have.”
“None of those things can possibly begin to describe you.”
Samantha reaches over and grabs her glass, sipping again on her lemonade as the sun glistens off the beads of sweat forming on her tight abs.
“It’s also abundantly clear that you don’t know friendship, either. Sure, you have your little following right now, leading Mary Jane...Sativa for those not in the know, Xavier, Rex, and even poor Geki around. They’ve bought into what you’re selling for God knows what reasons, but trust me when I tell you none of them are truly your friends. Mary Jane would sell you down the river if she felt it would better benefit her, and so would LaRoux. I can’t speak about Geki, but you treat him so poorly that I wouldn’t be a bit shocked when he kicks your head off for it. And Rex?”
“Well, we know how you keep him around, don’t we?”
“None of that, Brady, is true friendship. I mean, let’s be serious here, you’re on Twitter trying to convince the world that you have a Master’s degree from as prestigious a university as Stanford, a vain and easily seen-through attempt to attract more people to your side. You try and try to convince anyone who will listen to be your friend, but when they see through the lies and the smokescreens and see you for who you really are, you attack them and try to convince the world that somehow, you’re better than them in some way.”
“Therein lies the very real and true difference between us, Brady. Athletically, we’re not that far apart. I’m stronger, you’re quicker and faster, but the differences otherwise are minute at best. But I have the things in life you don’t, the things in life you crave and reach for so very desperately yet elude your outstretched arms.”
“I have true and everlasting love, and I have real and honest friendships. I know that whatever happens, I can lean on my wife and my friends, and they will be there for me. I know that win, lose, or draw Saturday night in that electrified cage, that I will still be loved. That I will still have friends that have chosen to be close to me for no other reason than they care for me.”
“Do you have that, Brady? You’ll say that you do, of course, but after you do, look into the mirror and ask yourself that question. Ask yourself if you truly have anything that remotely resembles a real love, or a lasting friendship. I don’t think you can answer yes with a straight face...at least not when you have to look yourself in the eye and tell the truth.”
“Because of that, Brady...all the pressure Saturday night? It’s squarely and completely on your shoulders. You put it there with your Pearl Harbor job on Olivia Areano. You found yet another loophole, yet another parlor trick, to weasel your way back into the Pride Championship Tournament. I wager this was your plan all along, a little ace in the hole in case you lost to Britney Anders.”
“In fact, I’ll go so far as to say that the four thugs you had attack me backstage so long ago? That was Rex, Mary Jane, Xavier, and Geki. This whole Republic thing you have going has been going on for a lot longer than people want to realize. This plan has been going on for a long, long time, hasn’t it?”
“Now Brady, everything you’ve done, everything you’ve attempted to do and want to do, it all comes to a head inside that electrified steel cage. All the plotting and planning, all the chicanery and subterfuge, it all becomes wasted if you can’t win this match.”
“But because of that same tomfoolery, you’ve put yourself into an impossible situation, a situation that even the General manager of the Pride Division wants to see you go down.”
“All the pressure of all of it weighs strictly on your head, because no one can help you this time. Nothing can save you. No little magic black box that hits you with a low grade of current can possibly insulate your nerves against the amount of juice that runs through a cage like the one we step into Saturday night. It’s not even humanly possible to inoculate yourself from that sort of electric shock. Trust me, Brady...I’ve done the research. If you so much as make even the slightest of contact with part of the cage, you will feel pain. You will receive, pardon the pun, the shock of a lifetime. You cannot prevent it, no matter how hard you try.”
“Not only that, but there’s no one to save you either. Not Mary Jane. Not Rex. Not Geki, nor Xavier. All of them will be taking a forced vacation if they even so much as enter the arena.”
“And you? You have a thirty day vacation riding on this outcome as well, don’t you? If you don’t win, all your plans go away for a little while, and you have to go back to the drawing board.”
“Now, I’ve come to understand quite a lot about you heading into this, so I know what you’re likely going to say. You’re going to try and turn it around on me by telling me that the pressure is all on me because I’ve said over and over that I’m going to beat you inside that cage.”
“But like you have been all along, you’re wrong.”
“If you somehow happen to beat me, yeah, it’ll sting. But I’ll move on, and work my way back into a position to challenge for the Pride Championship after the tournament ends. With the support system in place to do so.”
“You don’t have that. What happens if you fail? If you lose? Will LaRoux take his tag partner and leave? Will Mary Jane look to stick her knife in your back as she has so many others?”
“Will Rex leave you high and dry?”
“All your plans, gone. All your false friends, left doubting at best, leaving at worst.”
“Even they sense your desperation. You’ve called me everything you can think of, tried to cast doubt on my ability, questioned my desire for this championship and this company.”
“You’ve done it all in a desperate play to keep those tenuous friendships, based on nothing but your lies and falsehoods, intact.”
“And Saturday night, when you can’t run, when no one can help you, when you have to stand and deliver, Brady...you will be measured by them.”
“And you will be found left wanting.”
“I am the next CW Pride Champion.”
“You are nothing more than a child, grasping for what he can’t have because of his own lack of understanding.”
“You’re the weak one, Brady Vega.”
“And I pity you.”
The camera fades to black.
