Post by Deleted on May 17, 2017 19:39:54 GMT
Sarah Selena Lacklan is drenched in sweat, her platinum hair still pulled back into the intricate braid her handmaiden has prepared this morning, her face clear of any of her usual "war paint." Her red eyes blaze out from her pale face with fervor as she sends kick after kick into a heavy bag hanging from the ceiling. She is secreted away from everyone else at the GrayFoote LA gym, separated from the crowds, and left to her own vices. She is dressed as usual in such a scene: Short black shorts with red and orange flames, a thin top to match, each covering little. Her thick legs pulse as she kicks, corded muscles created from years of heavy lifting hitting the bag with a loud POP! with every strike.
"...never..."
A heavy kick.
"...fucking..."
A heavy kick.
"...AGAIN!"
She screams out the final word, her pitch reaching into a banshee's keen, as she kicks higher and harder. She leans against the bag, arms clutching around it with a tremble, breathing in hard with her eyes closed.
"You know," she says to the room in a whisper, "I applaud Jericho. Just as I applaud Greggory."
She breaths in deeply, trying to bring equilibrium back to her system.
"I challenged...they accepted...they were victories. I hold no ill will, though both have shown little in the way of a victor's honor. Two people enter...one leaves...in every match. But someday? Someday...someday...I will take back those wins. Two names on that list. But you know whose names will NOT be on that list."
She opens her eyes, her face calm. She stands up straight, her back stiffening as she finds a perfect posture, her face a mask of serenity.
"The Reeds. I understand your enthusiasm. I understand your plucky outlook. But your future is full of darkness. Full of pain. No amount of training or preparation is going to help you. Being twins does NOT make you one mind. Being twins does NOT make you a successful team. The history of this business is full of teams of twins...who never...EVER...get more than a second or third look. You were born together but that simply means that you shall fail together. Reality is that the Blood Reavers have NOT been defeated as a team. And we sure as hell will not allow you two to even get a 2-count on us.
"I am fighting the world. Across the world. Not turning down any challenges. It will be a long road...and already feels like it...but I have found friends along the way. Melissa and I were at odds, it is true. But we are growing past that and will continue to dominate the tag scene before us. We are pushing each other, physically and emotionally, working on our timing and tandem moves. We may have missed out on being #FSociety's final champions...admittedly due to my own hubris...but soon? Soon the Callaghans will be forgotten...the Larouxs will be dethroned...and the Reeds?"
She turns back to the bag.
"Just two more siblings to be kicked."
She sends a kick into the bag.
"Mind the flames, dearies."