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What a fitting appellative for this Super Voltage event.
‘F Your Thanksgiving.’
Allow me to set the stage ever so slightly—I am Japanese. To those living inside of a bubble, I do not celebrate the holiday known as Thanksgiving. Frankly, I do not celebrate religion related holidays either, but those are for different reasons entirely. Thanksgiving is, more or less, an exclusively American holiday that, at its core, is nothing but propaganda and a celebration of, at best, something hollow, so even if I was American, I would see no reason to celebrate the heads taken of another. Let us speak of the mainstream Thanksgiving story; the Pilgrims and the Native Americans sharing a peaceful meal, that much is a sanitized myth. For this ignorantly erases the violent colonization, displacement, and genocide of Indigenous people. Meanwhile, The First Thanksgiving narrative alludes to harmony and gratitude between settlers and Natives, yet historically, this event was not representative of broader relations. This event was defined by disease, land theft, and warfare. The story was promoted by the United States to rewrite colonial violence; propaganda reframing invasion as cooperation, and furthermore pushing the worthless idea of nationalistic pride. If this all isn’t enough to convince you how bleak this all is, then allow me to tell you how Lincoln proclaimed Thanksgiving as an official holiday during the Civil War as merely a tool of unity and patriotism during a time of division, reframing American indentity around moral virtue, gratitude, and divine destiny, assembling these core elements of “American exceptionalism.” The holiday itself implicitly lies to its citizens, telling them the nation was founded on peace and gratitude rather than conquest and slavery. If America is tantamount with anything, it would be conquest and slavery. This form of cultural propaganda glosses over perpetual violence and inequality designed solely to reinforce both loyalty and moral righteousness. Now, somebody like Aria Lestrade would make an inane argument and argue that we should make good with what we have as always, not realizing she falls into a trap much like she wishes I would fall into hers. Let us take a peek at modern Thanksgiving. Modern Thanksgiving stands for an empty ritual and perpetual consumerism, for it leads directly into Black Friday. Thanksgiving is nothing but a prelude to mass consumption and corporate profit, further sustaining capitalist cycles of consumption and distraction. Are you to strip the sorrowful colonial history of this made-up holiday, you would still have a holiday both spiritually and socially empty. Not to mention the ignorance it shows to those oppressed and murdered in cold blood. NOT TO MENTION the reinforcement of national amnesia, for it merely becomes an annual ritual of self-indulgent, self-congratulation; a way for Americans to feel moral and unified without confronting the brutal realities of the country’s foundations, one they claim to be proud of. Your holiday is nothing but a comforting lie serving to further push the false ideas the country is built upon.
Now, apologies for the rant. I simply want to make certain you lowlives become aware of what you’re so ‘thankful’ for.
Given ARIA’s origins in the United States of America and her ignorant blindness to self-inflicted wounds, I would assume she celebrates this holiday.
Once more, do take a look at your hero. Senselessly following narratives fed to her like a little lab rat who cannot think for herself. That is what’s of ARIA, and while she deludes herself each day, she cannot reshape reality under her will. ARIA, quite like the country she comes from, wishes to promote the idea of peace all the while being the means and instigators to perpetual chaos. She narrates her little fairytale and everybody is supposed to believe it, yet what I have seen out of this impetuous cretin is solely manipulation, wishing to drive a rhetoric I am in any shape guilty of anything, and that she is an innocent angel who has never done wrong and could not take blame for anything. Allow me to retell the events that have led us here. Before this season and throughout the initial course of it, I had absolutely nothing to do with Miss Lestrade. She had simply made her insignificant return and wished to strike big off the bat. She would go down swinging, though, as in her Marquee return Miku Sakai of all creatures would humiliate Lestrade, leaving her half-bare in the middle of the ring. Then, very soon after she would find herself with a chance to regain some momentum, facing off in a four-way against Drake Armstrong, TLA, and Jon Kelton, three elitists far, far beyond her imagination. Victory here would grant her much, yes? O well, ARIA would simply become the fall person for TLA to pick up the victory to nobody’s surprise. Up to this point, ARIA in this rebirth of sorts had done absolutely nothing but prove herself to be innately roadkill, no different than her last we saw of her. So, do tell, for somebody so humble as her, so virtuous as she is, would one, perhaps, expect that ARIA keeps her chin up and keeps on fighting? Oh.. no. Of course not. The following week she would interject herself in the middle of a debacle between Selina Reyes & I over a unique opportunity match that wielded no result for either of us. Of course, since Reyes cannot carry her own weight, Minerva was involved too, wishing to denigrate me. Nevertheless, I would let those sycophants drag their dirty tongues across their bodies as they wish as long as I get what I am owed: a rematch, which, if Reyes did not want, she would’ve simply forfeited the opportunity. None of this is uncomplicated, though, as out comes that washout, underachiving prick for whatever reason, making it seem as if she should get herself involved for whatever opportunity, as if the week prior she was facing Reyes and I and not busy serving as fodder for fighters far more fierce than she is instead. If this did not seem self-entitled and ignorant enough, this specimen would go on to accept a challenge that put us on the same side battling Reyes & Minerva. With not only far worse chemistry to pair, but also simply far worse talent by her own meager existence. What now, I am supposed to beat the best of the best along with some minion while I am stuck with a ego-centric runt wishing to share the spotlight too? Yeah, enjoy yourself with that.
To nobody’s surprise, despite my greatest efforts, which included fighting those two with ease while BLINDED, ARIA would prove why she was not in the conversation for any opportunity to begin with by bloundering as expected. After many notices of the consequences I made certain to send her, the idiot did not listen, nor did she come to expect her punishment. I told the world enough times if Lestrade did not carry her own weight I would bring her unfathomable pain and ruin to all she is. By ‘betraying’ Lestrade, I simply kept my word. What, was I not completely motivated in putting down a leech who took an opportunity of mine away from me merely for the sake of adding a loss to my win column? Thereafter, I was quite done with ARIA personally. I had proactively acted, brought to her the consequences she deserved and found we were even. Prepared to move on I was, but the rodent had different plans, for she sought revenge, she wished to get her hands on me as if what I had done was ‘senseless’ and not concisely put a form of equivalent exchange for my own time she wasted. Now then, I warned that little fool that her debt had been, technically, paid off, and for her own sake seeking any more senseless revenge would lead her down a path I would not be liable for. I warned her thoroughly, actually. Yet why would she listen?! ARIA started many altercations with me, getting her hands bloody, without rhyme or reason. While by that point she had become a complete nuisance, I was over whatever she wanted to milk dry out of me, I wished to waste my time to longer, and thus I saw an opening to challenge for the Specialists Championship and had taken it, but not all was sunshine and rainbows, for this absolute imbecile once more slithered her way in my own opportunity that I was very much owed, and well, as we can all see, neither she or I are currently the champion. But instead Mia Santoro had retained. Mia. Santoro. I have suffered a loss on my record to that absolute dirtbag because of ARIA. Because she got involved once more. Because she could not just stay put. This is long overdue to come to an end. If she even had a brain up in her temple, do you know what she could have done? She could’ve sat back as I manhandled Mia Santoro for the umpteenth time, and if she really thought she deserved an opportunity then, I could have put my championship on the line, and I could have shown her exactly why she deserves absolutely nothing that leech.
So, pray tell, are ARIA’s actions not a story of entitlement and vengeance?
Acting without thought, illogically. Swooping in as if she deserves anything, when she has not done anything?
Those are the actions of a leech. A pestilent fool who does nothing but poison the land beneath her.
A perpetrator who likes to play the victim. I loathe you nimrods.
YOU made your own life hell, ARIA. I could not care less about the worthless life you live, I do not CARE about your pitiful existence, you are just a blip on my radar and still are, yet you are a mighty inconvenient one at that, one hungry for power, one trying to control me while propagating her ideals of virtue that are antithetical to your own actions. I will only make your life as much of a hell as you have made my own, why can you not get that through your thick skull?! You did not expect be at each other’s throats every single week, ARIA?! Then you have not been listening to ANYTHING I have had to say, for if you actually wanted to be the bigger person, you would stop acting erratically and opening fire on me. You have been the one starting petty squabbles and senseless brawls. You lit the fire that started all of this off to begin with. You are only in this for yourself and your own image, my mere existence exposes you for what you are, hence why you desperately wish to get rid of me, yet know very well you cannot. Out of our short-lasting ‘alliance’ you gained the spotlight facing Minerva despite your underwhelming performances, and you gained a victory back against TLA that I picked up for you. But you were not needed for me to achieve any of that, were you, now? You wish to take from me. I tell you I am done with this. But you don’t stop taking. You don’t because it’s the only way you could ever… ‘stay alive.’ For without me feeding food into your stomach, you’re a dead fish on land, incapable of bettering herself, of assembling momentum, and fighting her battles. You find me and this rivalry of ours a protective shield from the wild, wild, world. And must I admit, I have been overly benevolent to you for this, for I did not put you through enough pain to make you realize that what is outside of my land, is far more forgiving than what sets foot on my own. As such, Lestrade, for once in this squabble of ours I look forward to something; I look forward to mutlating you in a deathmatch and making certain you don’t ever dare even glance at me again. Even in defeat, by facing my wrath Candice Blair Ava was never the same little hero she promoted herself as. As far as you are concerned, Lestrade, you will have to attempt murder unto me to try and defeat me. You will be faced with the same moral debacle, except this time around, my dear, I needn’t suffer defeat to expose you. I need to simply make you look as pitiful as possible when I lay you down on the mat, in a pool of your own blood, as I earn my shot at destiny’s dance come Road To Redemption.
Farewell, you worthless insect. I hope you celebrated your idiotic holiday well.
あれが最後だったからだ。今、私はこのブーツでお前を踏み潰してやる。
‘F Your Thanksgiving.’
Allow me to set the stage ever so slightly—I am Japanese. To those living inside of a bubble, I do not celebrate the holiday known as Thanksgiving. Frankly, I do not celebrate religion related holidays either, but those are for different reasons entirely. Thanksgiving is, more or less, an exclusively American holiday that, at its core, is nothing but propaganda and a celebration of, at best, something hollow, so even if I was American, I would see no reason to celebrate the heads taken of another. Let us speak of the mainstream Thanksgiving story; the Pilgrims and the Native Americans sharing a peaceful meal, that much is a sanitized myth. For this ignorantly erases the violent colonization, displacement, and genocide of Indigenous people. Meanwhile, The First Thanksgiving narrative alludes to harmony and gratitude between settlers and Natives, yet historically, this event was not representative of broader relations. This event was defined by disease, land theft, and warfare. The story was promoted by the United States to rewrite colonial violence; propaganda reframing invasion as cooperation, and furthermore pushing the worthless idea of nationalistic pride. If this all isn’t enough to convince you how bleak this all is, then allow me to tell you how Lincoln proclaimed Thanksgiving as an official holiday during the Civil War as merely a tool of unity and patriotism during a time of division, reframing American indentity around moral virtue, gratitude, and divine destiny, assembling these core elements of “American exceptionalism.” The holiday itself implicitly lies to its citizens, telling them the nation was founded on peace and gratitude rather than conquest and slavery. If America is tantamount with anything, it would be conquest and slavery. This form of cultural propaganda glosses over perpetual violence and inequality designed solely to reinforce both loyalty and moral righteousness. Now, somebody like Aria Lestrade would make an inane argument and argue that we should make good with what we have as always, not realizing she falls into a trap much like she wishes I would fall into hers. Let us take a peek at modern Thanksgiving. Modern Thanksgiving stands for an empty ritual and perpetual consumerism, for it leads directly into Black Friday. Thanksgiving is nothing but a prelude to mass consumption and corporate profit, further sustaining capitalist cycles of consumption and distraction. Are you to strip the sorrowful colonial history of this made-up holiday, you would still have a holiday both spiritually and socially empty. Not to mention the ignorance it shows to those oppressed and murdered in cold blood. NOT TO MENTION the reinforcement of national amnesia, for it merely becomes an annual ritual of self-indulgent, self-congratulation; a way for Americans to feel moral and unified without confronting the brutal realities of the country’s foundations, one they claim to be proud of. Your holiday is nothing but a comforting lie serving to further push the false ideas the country is built upon.
Now, apologies for the rant. I simply want to make certain you lowlives become aware of what you’re so ‘thankful’ for.
Given ARIA’s origins in the United States of America and her ignorant blindness to self-inflicted wounds, I would assume she celebrates this holiday.
Once more, do take a look at your hero. Senselessly following narratives fed to her like a little lab rat who cannot think for herself. That is what’s of ARIA, and while she deludes herself each day, she cannot reshape reality under her will. ARIA, quite like the country she comes from, wishes to promote the idea of peace all the while being the means and instigators to perpetual chaos. She narrates her little fairytale and everybody is supposed to believe it, yet what I have seen out of this impetuous cretin is solely manipulation, wishing to drive a rhetoric I am in any shape guilty of anything, and that she is an innocent angel who has never done wrong and could not take blame for anything. Allow me to retell the events that have led us here. Before this season and throughout the initial course of it, I had absolutely nothing to do with Miss Lestrade. She had simply made her insignificant return and wished to strike big off the bat. She would go down swinging, though, as in her Marquee return Miku Sakai of all creatures would humiliate Lestrade, leaving her half-bare in the middle of the ring. Then, very soon after she would find herself with a chance to regain some momentum, facing off in a four-way against Drake Armstrong, TLA, and Jon Kelton, three elitists far, far beyond her imagination. Victory here would grant her much, yes? O well, ARIA would simply become the fall person for TLA to pick up the victory to nobody’s surprise. Up to this point, ARIA in this rebirth of sorts had done absolutely nothing but prove herself to be innately roadkill, no different than her last we saw of her. So, do tell, for somebody so humble as her, so virtuous as she is, would one, perhaps, expect that ARIA keeps her chin up and keeps on fighting? Oh.. no. Of course not. The following week she would interject herself in the middle of a debacle between Selina Reyes & I over a unique opportunity match that wielded no result for either of us. Of course, since Reyes cannot carry her own weight, Minerva was involved too, wishing to denigrate me. Nevertheless, I would let those sycophants drag their dirty tongues across their bodies as they wish as long as I get what I am owed: a rematch, which, if Reyes did not want, she would’ve simply forfeited the opportunity. None of this is uncomplicated, though, as out comes that washout, underachiving prick for whatever reason, making it seem as if she should get herself involved for whatever opportunity, as if the week prior she was facing Reyes and I and not busy serving as fodder for fighters far more fierce than she is instead. If this did not seem self-entitled and ignorant enough, this specimen would go on to accept a challenge that put us on the same side battling Reyes & Minerva. With not only far worse chemistry to pair, but also simply far worse talent by her own meager existence. What now, I am supposed to beat the best of the best along with some minion while I am stuck with a ego-centric runt wishing to share the spotlight too? Yeah, enjoy yourself with that.
To nobody’s surprise, despite my greatest efforts, which included fighting those two with ease while BLINDED, ARIA would prove why she was not in the conversation for any opportunity to begin with by bloundering as expected. After many notices of the consequences I made certain to send her, the idiot did not listen, nor did she come to expect her punishment. I told the world enough times if Lestrade did not carry her own weight I would bring her unfathomable pain and ruin to all she is. By ‘betraying’ Lestrade, I simply kept my word. What, was I not completely motivated in putting down a leech who took an opportunity of mine away from me merely for the sake of adding a loss to my win column? Thereafter, I was quite done with ARIA personally. I had proactively acted, brought to her the consequences she deserved and found we were even. Prepared to move on I was, but the rodent had different plans, for she sought revenge, she wished to get her hands on me as if what I had done was ‘senseless’ and not concisely put a form of equivalent exchange for my own time she wasted. Now then, I warned that little fool that her debt had been, technically, paid off, and for her own sake seeking any more senseless revenge would lead her down a path I would not be liable for. I warned her thoroughly, actually. Yet why would she listen?! ARIA started many altercations with me, getting her hands bloody, without rhyme or reason. While by that point she had become a complete nuisance, I was over whatever she wanted to milk dry out of me, I wished to waste my time to longer, and thus I saw an opening to challenge for the Specialists Championship and had taken it, but not all was sunshine and rainbows, for this absolute imbecile once more slithered her way in my own opportunity that I was very much owed, and well, as we can all see, neither she or I are currently the champion. But instead Mia Santoro had retained. Mia. Santoro. I have suffered a loss on my record to that absolute dirtbag because of ARIA. Because she got involved once more. Because she could not just stay put. This is long overdue to come to an end. If she even had a brain up in her temple, do you know what she could have done? She could’ve sat back as I manhandled Mia Santoro for the umpteenth time, and if she really thought she deserved an opportunity then, I could have put my championship on the line, and I could have shown her exactly why she deserves absolutely nothing that leech.
So, pray tell, are ARIA’s actions not a story of entitlement and vengeance?
Acting without thought, illogically. Swooping in as if she deserves anything, when she has not done anything?
Those are the actions of a leech. A pestilent fool who does nothing but poison the land beneath her.
A perpetrator who likes to play the victim. I loathe you nimrods.
YOU made your own life hell, ARIA. I could not care less about the worthless life you live, I do not CARE about your pitiful existence, you are just a blip on my radar and still are, yet you are a mighty inconvenient one at that, one hungry for power, one trying to control me while propagating her ideals of virtue that are antithetical to your own actions. I will only make your life as much of a hell as you have made my own, why can you not get that through your thick skull?! You did not expect be at each other’s throats every single week, ARIA?! Then you have not been listening to ANYTHING I have had to say, for if you actually wanted to be the bigger person, you would stop acting erratically and opening fire on me. You have been the one starting petty squabbles and senseless brawls. You lit the fire that started all of this off to begin with. You are only in this for yourself and your own image, my mere existence exposes you for what you are, hence why you desperately wish to get rid of me, yet know very well you cannot. Out of our short-lasting ‘alliance’ you gained the spotlight facing Minerva despite your underwhelming performances, and you gained a victory back against TLA that I picked up for you. But you were not needed for me to achieve any of that, were you, now? You wish to take from me. I tell you I am done with this. But you don’t stop taking. You don’t because it’s the only way you could ever… ‘stay alive.’ For without me feeding food into your stomach, you’re a dead fish on land, incapable of bettering herself, of assembling momentum, and fighting her battles. You find me and this rivalry of ours a protective shield from the wild, wild, world. And must I admit, I have been overly benevolent to you for this, for I did not put you through enough pain to make you realize that what is outside of my land, is far more forgiving than what sets foot on my own. As such, Lestrade, for once in this squabble of ours I look forward to something; I look forward to mutlating you in a deathmatch and making certain you don’t ever dare even glance at me again. Even in defeat, by facing my wrath Candice Blair Ava was never the same little hero she promoted herself as. As far as you are concerned, Lestrade, you will have to attempt murder unto me to try and defeat me. You will be faced with the same moral debacle, except this time around, my dear, I needn’t suffer defeat to expose you. I need to simply make you look as pitiful as possible when I lay you down on the mat, in a pool of your own blood, as I earn my shot at destiny’s dance come Road To Redemption.
Farewell, you worthless insect. I hope you celebrated your idiotic holiday well.
あれが最後だったからだ。今、私はこのブーツでお前を踏み潰してやる。
