Post by Mav. on May 20, 2022 7:08:54 GMT -5
A moment of silence, a quick fade in, bringing us into the apartment residence of Dominic Morrissey. Their arm, still bandaged up from where the bite mark was, but they gave a confident smile to the camera.
“It’s been a wild few weeks for me, you know?” They paused for the moment.
“For once, it seems like everything’s finally coming back to life for me right now in my career. Only two professional matches down right now and I’ve become a more impactful success in those two matches than I have had in the past three or so years. In line to become World Champion in both promotions, ready to take over like there’s no tomorrow. And that’s the magic of this sport, isn’t it? Not once did I think that I’d be in this very situation but – at the same time – I’ve ended up in this spot because of what I can achieve. Take a look at the Battle Royal that happened there just a few short weeks ago. Nobody knew who I was, nobody knew what to expect of me, nobody saw me as the favourite, and so on and so forth. That’s the beauty of it, right? To be that kind of talented that you shock everyone on their feet, you come out of nowhere and you make a name for yourself in one night.”
“I didn’t win it, that cannot be denied, and trust me—if I did? I wouldn’t have opened up this whole thing talking like that, it probably would’ve been something more sappier and heart-wrenching. But, I came in second place and I came so close to becoming the Commonwealth Champion if it wasn’t for the final hurdle that was Eron Hunter. He earned it, I didn’t. Simple as that. But, to be given a chance to battle for the World Championship at Legacy II? That’s something I’ve put a whole lot of thought into. I’ve tried my best to think about it, I’ve tried my best to wonder what could be next for me if I do become contender to that title, and it seems like everything is happening so fast—but it feels so natural. It feels like something that should be happening for me, and maybe I could be right about that thought, but I realise that I cannot allow hurdles to get in my way again. As much as I always want to keep things clean and fair, I know that I have to bring it and give my all into this match.”
“After all, I’ve been trained by a former X*Crown Champion. I can’t just let him down after helping me get back into this same position I’ve gotten myself into after three pain-stakingly long years he’s helped me with.” They leaned forward, uncrossing their legs and bringing their arms down to their knees. Letting the silence soak in for the moment.
“Which is why this match is fitted more for my own style. You see, I’m not focusing on many men and women trying to get in and have their way to get a championship, much like what happened a few weeks ago, but I am focused on one person only. That one person, of course, is you, Tabitha Ozbourne. Zolothach. Whatever name you wanna be running with here, there, wherever. You prefer to not be called that name, but oh well, who cares that much about a name, huh? I truly had some form of respect and manners for you until you bit into my shoulder and almost took a large chunk out of my skin, but I should’ve expected it from someone who’s been well-known as criminally insane, shouldn’t I? The fuck kind of canabalistic psychopath are you? But, it’s alright. I’ve been warned about you. I have been hearing that you always seem to be near, but never there, when it comes to being in these kinds of matches. The big time matches, the championship nearby matches, the matches where everyone needs to see you all before they can wonder if there is going to be a new champion soon.”
“Been told you’re ‘The Nearly Woman’, always so close to something but never ever reaching out and actually grabbing onto what you need to hold onto it. I’m not saying that the same fate happens again, but when the history books have you falling down and down again, always coming up short when it mattered the most, one has to wonder if the same fate is to be written again once you share the ring and the pressure is on.” Dominic shrugged their shoulders, a large cocky half-smile grew along their lips before chuckling to themselves under their breath.
“There’s no harm in admitting to it, Tabitha Zolothach Ozbourne, as we’ve all become burdened by our own losses before, there’s no shame in hiding them and mistaking them for your insanity. You just couldn’t cut it, it’s as simple as that. I’m sure I’m getting under your skin by even saying that name you just so much hate to hear people say, Tabitha, right? I’m sure you’re just itching to take another chunk out of my arm again, aren’t you? Well, let’s say that you’re no Nathan Cage. You ain’t a rabid dog. And you sure aren’t as good as him either. You might have come close, but you’ll never get as far as me. That’s for certain. The Wrestle: UK World Championship is something that I want, I need, I seek, and I shall take. And I’m not afraid of those roadblocks ahead of me. I’m not afraid of you. So, I dare you to bite down on me again, I dare you take another chunk out of me. I know you just really wanna do it again to me.”
“A mistake is a mistake, but it’ll be a fate far worse than death for you, Tabitha.”
And with that, the feed slowly faded to black.
