Post by Talon Young on Jan 23, 2014 21:40:04 GMT -5
Talon’s cheeks puff a bit as she blows out the breath she didn’t realize she was holding. Her hands run over a pearl necklace. A feeling of loneliness washes over her. Sucking in her lips, she loses the fight to hold back her tears and a couple fall leaving a trail down her cheeks. Tossing the necklace back into the jewelry box on the dresser, she looks at her face in the mirror.
It’s been five months since they disappeared leaving her all alone and for the last five months, anger has driven Talon Young. Anger can make you powerful, even untouchable. It can be addictive. It can make you feel like you’re on top of the world. That you can just take your enemies and thrash them, claim the revenge you so desperately want. The problem with anger is…
It runs out.
Talon studies her reflection, almost not recognizing the person who stares back at her. The once powerful champion with her boyfriend and her brother at her side was all alone and in a new place, with new people.
Totally and completely alone.
She wipes her eyes with the back of her sleeve covered hand and sniffs hard. Turning, she heads into the bathroom to wash her face. After she dries with a hand towel, she looks into the mirror once again.
“I have to let go..”
She looks into her reflection’s eyes as if willing herself to believe this. Maybe with belief, the pain will fade and she’ll be able to pick up the pieces.
“You’re letting them win..”
She pauses, letting that sink in. Placing a hand on either side of the sink, she leans in.
“They want you to feel like this. They want you to hurt. They want you to be lost..”
Biting her lip for a moment, she stares at her reflection. When she does speak, her voice is barely a whisper.
“They want you to fail…”
Numbly, she leaves the bathroom, heads out of her bedroom and sits down in front of her computer in the living room. Taking a deep breath in, she slowly lets it out and reaches out for the mouse, clicking away from her Google search results for Toby Zane and Zayden Young. Clicking record on her webcam software, she begins to speak.
“Richard, I feel like you heard nothing I said. You go out there with your boring prose and your Velcro shoes and you send the company a message. You think we’re going to listen to you when you probably didn’t even pay attention to my promo to you? You sound generic, your message was generic especially since you’re facing a smaller opponent this week. You think you should overlook me because of that? I’ve been in bigger companies, I’ve held gold. I was once where you aspire to be and yet you ignore me. If you Google Talon Young, you’ll find more hits than if I were to Google Richard Dweck, but I still took my time to know my opponent. I took the time to watch that thing you call a promo. I took the time to answer you. Now are you going to show me that same respect? Or am I going to have to beat it out of you? Once again just as before, the choice is yours.”
The scene abruptly cuts as Talon turns off the recording software.
It’s been five months since they disappeared leaving her all alone and for the last five months, anger has driven Talon Young. Anger can make you powerful, even untouchable. It can be addictive. It can make you feel like you’re on top of the world. That you can just take your enemies and thrash them, claim the revenge you so desperately want. The problem with anger is…
It runs out.
Talon studies her reflection, almost not recognizing the person who stares back at her. The once powerful champion with her boyfriend and her brother at her side was all alone and in a new place, with new people.
Totally and completely alone.
She wipes her eyes with the back of her sleeve covered hand and sniffs hard. Turning, she heads into the bathroom to wash her face. After she dries with a hand towel, she looks into the mirror once again.
“I have to let go..”
She looks into her reflection’s eyes as if willing herself to believe this. Maybe with belief, the pain will fade and she’ll be able to pick up the pieces.
“You’re letting them win..”
She pauses, letting that sink in. Placing a hand on either side of the sink, she leans in.
“They want you to feel like this. They want you to hurt. They want you to be lost..”
Biting her lip for a moment, she stares at her reflection. When she does speak, her voice is barely a whisper.
“They want you to fail…”
Numbly, she leaves the bathroom, heads out of her bedroom and sits down in front of her computer in the living room. Taking a deep breath in, she slowly lets it out and reaches out for the mouse, clicking away from her Google search results for Toby Zane and Zayden Young. Clicking record on her webcam software, she begins to speak.
“Richard, I feel like you heard nothing I said. You go out there with your boring prose and your Velcro shoes and you send the company a message. You think we’re going to listen to you when you probably didn’t even pay attention to my promo to you? You sound generic, your message was generic especially since you’re facing a smaller opponent this week. You think you should overlook me because of that? I’ve been in bigger companies, I’ve held gold. I was once where you aspire to be and yet you ignore me. If you Google Talon Young, you’ll find more hits than if I were to Google Richard Dweck, but I still took my time to know my opponent. I took the time to watch that thing you call a promo. I took the time to answer you. Now are you going to show me that same respect? Or am I going to have to beat it out of you? Once again just as before, the choice is yours.”
The scene abruptly cuts as Talon turns off the recording software.