Realignment
Jul 31, 2019 21:55:08 GMT -6
Ruthless Aggression, Morgan Darkwater, and 3 more like this
Post by Queen Melody on Jul 31, 2019 21:55:08 GMT -6
Agony.
Restlessness was too kind a word for tonight. In New Orleans you could blame the inability to sleep on a lot of things. The heat. The humidity. The perpetual noise that carries through the streets.
But that wasn’t it tonight.
I sat up, cropped t-shirt clinging almost too high as I let out a sigh. Beside me, I could see the same frustrated fitful sleep tormenting the self proclaimed King of EWC. My King. Uprising wasn’t kind to either of us, and instead of fulfilling the vision we saw of each other standing high with matching championship belts around our waists, we went back to our hotel suite empty handed. Another opportunity squandered. Another championship slipped away without tapping out or being pinned. It was infuriating. Agonizing. I slipped from beneath the comforter and stepped out onto the balcony of the hotel suite, the humid gulf air slamming into me as I stared emptily over the horizon.
Everything was riding on winning that championship. Absolutely all of it. And now, the golden ticket to Night of Champions is gone. The opportunity to win the Undisputed championship, is gone. The opportunity for the both of us, even. Talk about a complete 180. Last year, Draco and I were at Night of Champions together in the battle royal and he wound up eliminating me. We could have gone into Night of Champions together. United. The golden couple headlining Night of Champions with the chance to bring the biggest championship in EWC back into the hands of America’s Most Hated.
Now look at us.
The entirety of our group was empty handed. Somehow, even the crown that rested inside on the top of the hotel dresser felt cheap and hollow. No glory. No fervor. King and Queen dethroned yet again in embarrassment.
As much as I like Kyle, I can’t pretend to be happy for him. This was supposed to be our night. The stars were aligned so perfectly, and then everything was blown apart like a meteor crashing through the sky. This was supposed to be redemption. This was supposed to prove to everyone that everything we’d said for months wasn’t just hollow talk. That we were just as good as we insisted to everyone in front of us, and anyone who’d listen. We were supposed to be the Golden Couple tonight!
Frustration was beginning to set in as I leaned on the balcony railing, head tucked and pressed against the cold wrought iron. It wasn’t just about winning the championships tonight. It was supposed to be a distraction. It was supposed to be something for Draco to focus on instead of the letter from his half-brother. It was supposed to be a way to steer him from his spiral. I looked over my shoulder now, his shadow not moving from the luxe bed he’d insisted upon for what should’ve been a celebration that would have still been going on. I’d agreed to a drink or two… that turned into more than I bargained for. You think trying to talk to Draco when he’s sober is difficult?
You have no idea…
Eventually, he agreed to come to bed and sleep it off. Now I could see him shifting in his sleep as I watched from the sliding glass doorway. I’d fielded more questions than I cared to answer from people about whatever this was supposed to be. Nobody could really wrap their heads around it when they looked at it - our crowns held high and the literal waltzing around the ring together. It was odd, no doubt.
But it’s what I have right now, isn’t it?
It was an odd sensation. The loudest, most egotistical guy on any EWC roster was literally my only constant. My only stability in a sea of chaos.
It’s been a year since I came to EWC, and look at where I am now. Former champion. The future of EWC, standing with a scornful look and a spiteful tongue. I have my own mini show on Future Stars. Accolades that I didn’t even fathom I could reach. And where has it left me tonight? Adrift in an ocean of uncertainty. The FSW championship snatched away yet again. No hope now to compete at Night of Champions. Less of a chance after that to get the tag team championship shot. No Stable Wars to bolster myself as the true Queen of FSW. Failing tonight has literally left me with nothing.
The humidity becomes almost unbearable, and I step back inside the air conditioned suite and close the door behind me. From across the room, I hear a half mumbled sleep induced complaint about Kyle Gautier and for some reason I can’t repress half a smile.
I don’t have nothing.
I crossed the room climbing back under the blanket and away from the almost too cold air conditioner, stealing a glance at Draco before looking skyward to the ceiling again. Flashing lights from the streets below flickered against the ceiling as I pulled the blanket a little tighter.
I don’t have nothing. I have everything I need to keep moving forward. I have the backup of America’s Most Hated. I have an in-ring game that speaks for itself. I still have zero pinfalls or submissions to my name where the championship is concerned. And I have him beside me. Maybe that meteor coming through the sky wasn’t ruining anything at all?
Maybe it’s just making me remember what I learned moving to California in the first place.
The skies look different between San Diego and Nebraska. The stars don’t line up the same way they used to when I was a kid. And they don’t line up the same way now, either. The sky hasn’t changed at all.
Maybe it’s just my cosmic position within in?
Restlessness was too kind a word for tonight. In New Orleans you could blame the inability to sleep on a lot of things. The heat. The humidity. The perpetual noise that carries through the streets.
But that wasn’t it tonight.
I sat up, cropped t-shirt clinging almost too high as I let out a sigh. Beside me, I could see the same frustrated fitful sleep tormenting the self proclaimed King of EWC. My King. Uprising wasn’t kind to either of us, and instead of fulfilling the vision we saw of each other standing high with matching championship belts around our waists, we went back to our hotel suite empty handed. Another opportunity squandered. Another championship slipped away without tapping out or being pinned. It was infuriating. Agonizing. I slipped from beneath the comforter and stepped out onto the balcony of the hotel suite, the humid gulf air slamming into me as I stared emptily over the horizon.
Everything was riding on winning that championship. Absolutely all of it. And now, the golden ticket to Night of Champions is gone. The opportunity to win the Undisputed championship, is gone. The opportunity for the both of us, even. Talk about a complete 180. Last year, Draco and I were at Night of Champions together in the battle royal and he wound up eliminating me. We could have gone into Night of Champions together. United. The golden couple headlining Night of Champions with the chance to bring the biggest championship in EWC back into the hands of America’s Most Hated.
Now look at us.
The entirety of our group was empty handed. Somehow, even the crown that rested inside on the top of the hotel dresser felt cheap and hollow. No glory. No fervor. King and Queen dethroned yet again in embarrassment.
As much as I like Kyle, I can’t pretend to be happy for him. This was supposed to be our night. The stars were aligned so perfectly, and then everything was blown apart like a meteor crashing through the sky. This was supposed to be redemption. This was supposed to prove to everyone that everything we’d said for months wasn’t just hollow talk. That we were just as good as we insisted to everyone in front of us, and anyone who’d listen. We were supposed to be the Golden Couple tonight!
Frustration was beginning to set in as I leaned on the balcony railing, head tucked and pressed against the cold wrought iron. It wasn’t just about winning the championships tonight. It was supposed to be a distraction. It was supposed to be something for Draco to focus on instead of the letter from his half-brother. It was supposed to be a way to steer him from his spiral. I looked over my shoulder now, his shadow not moving from the luxe bed he’d insisted upon for what should’ve been a celebration that would have still been going on. I’d agreed to a drink or two… that turned into more than I bargained for. You think trying to talk to Draco when he’s sober is difficult?
You have no idea…
Eventually, he agreed to come to bed and sleep it off. Now I could see him shifting in his sleep as I watched from the sliding glass doorway. I’d fielded more questions than I cared to answer from people about whatever this was supposed to be. Nobody could really wrap their heads around it when they looked at it - our crowns held high and the literal waltzing around the ring together. It was odd, no doubt.
But it’s what I have right now, isn’t it?
It was an odd sensation. The loudest, most egotistical guy on any EWC roster was literally my only constant. My only stability in a sea of chaos.
It’s been a year since I came to EWC, and look at where I am now. Former champion. The future of EWC, standing with a scornful look and a spiteful tongue. I have my own mini show on Future Stars. Accolades that I didn’t even fathom I could reach. And where has it left me tonight? Adrift in an ocean of uncertainty. The FSW championship snatched away yet again. No hope now to compete at Night of Champions. Less of a chance after that to get the tag team championship shot. No Stable Wars to bolster myself as the true Queen of FSW. Failing tonight has literally left me with nothing.
The humidity becomes almost unbearable, and I step back inside the air conditioned suite and close the door behind me. From across the room, I hear a half mumbled sleep induced complaint about Kyle Gautier and for some reason I can’t repress half a smile.
I don’t have nothing.
I crossed the room climbing back under the blanket and away from the almost too cold air conditioner, stealing a glance at Draco before looking skyward to the ceiling again. Flashing lights from the streets below flickered against the ceiling as I pulled the blanket a little tighter.
I don’t have nothing. I have everything I need to keep moving forward. I have the backup of America’s Most Hated. I have an in-ring game that speaks for itself. I still have zero pinfalls or submissions to my name where the championship is concerned. And I have him beside me. Maybe that meteor coming through the sky wasn’t ruining anything at all?
Maybe it’s just making me remember what I learned moving to California in the first place.
The skies look different between San Diego and Nebraska. The stars don’t line up the same way they used to when I was a kid. And they don’t line up the same way now, either. The sky hasn’t changed at all.
Maybe it’s just my cosmic position within in?