"The Last Bit of Patience." — Thursday Night Inferno #16.
Feb 11, 2022 22:40:23 GMT -5
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Post by Mav. on Feb 11, 2022 22:40:23 GMT -5
As of the date of the show taking place next week, it would’ve been two hundred and thirty-seven days since Rebecca had ever held a singles championship – of any kind and in just about any company – and now, she was one step closer to becoming champion again. The dream that she had since she was just a child was soon in her grasp, soon ready to be completed, soon ready to become a reality. A moment that she’s always thought about ever since she began wrestling nearly two years ago. She was one step closer from achieving exactly that moment that’s eluded her throughout her short career– that moment of proving everyone wrong, proving all of the doubters wrong, and to be crowned a World Champion. This has been a position that she’s always promised herself to be in for months now, ever since she lost her last championship a little close to eight months ago, and has always said that she’ll make this moment happen– even if it took some sort of brute force and ignorance to get there, and by the way she’s been held back on being given that opportunity sooner than later, her patience has been slowly running thin. From the match supposedly happening at Caveat Emptor, to supposedly happening at Supremacy, to now- this very moment, this point in time. The patience has led to this very moment, and now, she was in arm’s reach of it all becoming a reality. The dreams that was once just distant thoughts of a child who used to grow up and watch this very sport for fun all made her lead to this very moment, the dreams of a bygone mixed-martial-artist who decided to hang up the gloves and begin her career change in the world of professional wrestling made her lead to this very moment. That patience, the same patience that’s kept her kicking for over a decade to achieve her dreams of standing at the top of the mountain, has made sure she’d be able to stand here and say she was even this close to reaching the peak of the mountain. All she needed was that push, that next step forward to become the champion, and something she desperately needed as the days continued to come closer and the pressure was being put onto her. As she sat inside of her apartment home in Anaheim, she walked into her bedroom and looked around the room, picking up her old ring gear that she had laying around the room– all huddled up into a mess. But, she knew what to do with this. A brand new ring gear thought went to her head to celebrate the two years she’s been in this sport and coming this close to reaching the peak. But as she placed the old ring gear down onto her bed, she glanced to her left and looked at the photo on her bedside locker, her and her mother standing side by side with one another, just days after her debut match inside of a wrestling ring. It was only a few months after that photo was taken that she had lost her mother, but there was never a day that she went into the ring and didn’t keep her in her mind, hoping she’d cherish some good luck onto her with every match. With a tear in her eye that she soon wiped away, she whimpered a few words out from under her breath. “I’m doing it, mom. For you. I’m fulfilling our promise.” Rebecca reached over and grabbed onto the photo stuck inside of a whitened frame, bringing it over to her desk on the opposite side of the room along with the rest of the old ring gear that she had picked up and began to go to work on what she had. This was a homage, a reminder of how far she’s come, and a moment that she can look back on and remember all of the good days and all of the bad days that lead to this very moment. — — — “I’ve waited a very long time for this moment.” Rebecca’s soft-spoken voice is what we first hear as the visual slowly opens up to the inside of a professional wrestling ring, inside of the Catch Sports Pro-Wrestling Academy in Sacramento, we’re met with the sight of Rebecca Brookes with her legs crossed in the middle of the training ring– A deep breath is soon taken before she could begin to speak again. “It’s been two whole years since I began to train for this whole thing – and whilst it has been a very long winded two whole years – that amount of time is something I’d never ever change for the world knowing that I put everything into this sport. I’ve put in my blood, sweat, tears, emotion– and just so much more, I’ve put it into this sport. Whilst I’m trying my best to not sound like a robotic version of every underdog story that’s ever been told and trying to recollect the past, bring up the memories, and proudly say that this moment has been something I’ve worked my ass off for– it has been all of that and more.” A pause. “There’s been times where I’ve wondered how much more I had left in the tank and that’s just after a year or so, even after eight months of not holding onto a championship– I began to question if that moment was ready for me to take or did I need more preparations to continue on. Those are the kind of thoughts that have run through my head for weeks heading into this match, a match that’s been constantly delayed over and over again to your wishes because you wanted to have a chance with someone like Vodka Fizz. I respected your wishes as you wanted them granted– but it made me think and it made me wonder if I’ve just grown a little bit soft again… To just imagine myself in that position that Vodka was in, I could’ve beaten you. I could’ve ended the reign of Natalie Burrows right there and then if it wasn’t for my kind heart of just letting you get the match that you wanted and not what you were supposed to have– the match you were scheduled to have before you turned to me and asked for something else which meant nothing to anyone else. I respected your wishes. I respected you.” A moment is given to Rebecca as she falls into silence, gently giving her bottom lip a nibble but as she lowered her head, shaking it before staring right back up at the camera. “Now, let’s not get things twisted– I think you’re a pretty swell kind of girl, I think you’re as sweet as they come– but for someone like me that’s just been itching and clawing for a moment like this, all for it to be delayed for a match that had no meaning for someone like me, and to watch you fall and crumble enough that things didn’t make it to even a global event? Makes you think long and hard about how much more prepared you need to be for someone like me? I’ve been ready, waiting, preparing for the fight with you– but it was always about you, it was always about Natalie Burrows getting her own way and making sure she was one hundred and ten percent for this match. Whilst I’m respectful of your wishes, Natalie, I wish you would’ve told me beforehand that you just weren’t ready for someone like me – which, ironically, seems crazy to me but it’s whatever – and that’s what’s killing me more. I know… I would’ve loved to face you at your best, I wouldn’t have it any other way, but don’t go pussyfooting around the damn reasoning for it and don’t fucking lie to me whe you know damn well that I wasn’t at one hundred percent to face you either and yet I was still ready to go head to head and do battle until you rang up looking to reschedule. But here’s the thing about Inferno, there’s no running out of this match. As much as I know you wouldn’t want to either. There’s no switching opponents on me when I’m supposed to show the fuck up. As much as I know you wouldn’t want to do that to me again. And there’s no more holding back on the truth– you’ve got to be either ready for me or you’re just not. There’s no second guessing. There’s no running from the truth. There’s just doing it, Natalie, and I’m very good at just doing it when I have to do what I need to do. You saw how it turned out for me when I had to face Sam Sawyer, I had to beat the respect back into them and I had to make sure that I put the message out there that those who do me wrong? They get what’s coming to them sooner rather than later. And I feel disrespected by the lies and deceit that you’ve pulled to make sure that you get this one match with someone else and not do what you were supposed to do from the very beginning. The match that you knew was coming ever since the card for Good Riddance was put out– hell, it makes me think, would Sam have gotten this same treatment for themselves that I have with this fucking shot against you? Or is there something about me that you’re just running from?” A beat. “Be lucky that I have the patience to let this happen, but the time is drawing closer and the lines are slowly getting thinner and thinner– my patience doesn’t last forever, nobody’s patience lasts forever and that’s a fact, but I’ve waited long enough for a moment like this to come along for it to not be just pissed against the wind and let everything hit me right back in the face. I’ve done so much throughout the past two years to feel as if I am owed this opportunity– and I would’ve had this opportunity quicker if it wasn’t for someone being a horrible tag partner but we’ve settled that and look at where I am now. I am climbing to the very peak of the mountain, I’m climbing and I’m slowly beginning to see that peak that everyone has been on except for me. You’ve proven time and time again that your faith as a champion has been lost, Natalie, and hell– even Anthony Caffrey has lost faith in his World Champion to not even showcase her in a global event like Supremacy. So, is this the last push that you have left to keep yourself balanced on the peak of the mountain that is FIRESIDE? Is this the last chance that you have left to prove that you were worthy enough to even be the champion– and was beating an evil monster like MAJESTY worth all of the hassle you put yourself through? Because to me, and to just about everyone else, Natalie? You’ve proven nothing. You’ve proven nothing but shame to what that championship is supposed to represent. And everyone’s patience has run out with you. Whilst I wish I could be a helping hand to you this time, Natalie– I’m not holding back my punches again, not this time, because I’m ready to come swinging for the fences of a fragile champion and her almost shattered reign. I need this moment. I need this opportunity. I need this win more than I’ve ever needed anything. This is my time. My chance. My coronation. And there’ll be no more of these fucking rescheduling or push backs, Natalie. Because I find myself, finally, at the peak of the mountain. Your mountain. And it’s all mine for the taking, sweets.” Fade. |