SI BIBAXTALO NUMERO TRINTO
GRAND RAMPAGE – CHAPTER THIRTEEN
There is nothing that will stop Minerva from attaining what she wants most and that is winning the Grand Rampage. She is a woman that changed everything about her for one reason, for dominance and nothing more. Minerva had become too trusting and weak, losing herself for far too long and realizing that what she needed to do was take control and become that which brought her to the EAW in the first place and the reason she was scouted.
This is someone that made her name very quickly and in turn did whatever it was she could in order to become one of the very best in the business. Minerva now looks to do what only a handful have and that is become part of history and immortality.
The gorgeous orange and black-haired streaked vixen stands in black lace summer dress, and open toed spiked pumps, the top with an opening showing her cleavage. Her long straightened Reddish and orange almost fire hair hanging down in piggy tails, face piercings all over in diamonds and hoop ring in her nose, nails polished a classic red with one black accent nail. Brooding quietly in a dim lit room twirling her black rose as Minerva’s red devilish eyes looking into the camera.
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There is still that aura about “The Black Rose”, speaking very softly and cold, with hardly an expression on her beautiful face as she looks intent on sending a message to ALL 27 of the other opponents.
“As I continue to hear the words of others, these monotonous humdrums of diatribes coursing through the voices heard by these hopefuls that look to be the one to Main Event Pain For Pride and take away MY position and spot, because no matter what they say or do, this is MY match to win and the rest of them are simply filler. I will start with Jon Kelton, as it is painfully obvious that he doesn’t get it.
First off, how mundane.
Here is Jon Kelton again LIKE A BITCH dressing up his insecurities in this faux composure and calling it clarity. Throwing around words like “perspective” as if he is offering insight, when in reality Jon Kelton’s just exposing how desperately his need for this narrative to make sense for him and draw others to buy into this quandary of delusional lies. Let me answer his question first.
Can I say the same without “stablemates” and “sidekicks”?
I already have.
Long before ToXXXin existed, I was dismantling names Jon Kelton only dreamed of defeating, the ones he was still studying like case files. Years before anyone stood beside me, I was standing over people like you, Jon, proving, repeatedly, that I do not need anyone to do what I’ve always done best. They are not my crutch, but a result of MY standard. And you, Jon? Here still trying to even meet one of those. Now let’s address the rest of your little dissertation. Calling me “funny.” “Bipolar”. Flirting with insults, dancing around them like you’re afraid to fully commit. That shows reluctance, it is half-measured. This is who you are, always wanting to sound bold, but you lack the doctrine and sentiment of power behind those words to actually be it, Jon. Think about your past, while doing so feebly making up this little moment that you had me beaten or that Minerva needed a stable to do her bidding when we can look back to Devolution, probably the biggest joke of a stable that ever existed.
How many rotating members did you have Jon? Even your own girlfriend had to protect you while holding on to the title that you stile from veena Adams, and calling yourself the “Face of Showdown” only to fail the brand and NEVER winning the World Championship or finishing any story. You might as well be that same chair in an empty hotel room that Amir Yusuf was because you are just as worthless as he is, Jon. You are NO leader, a creator, a mentor, NOTHING. That has been your entire career, a man masquerading as a Main Eventer and you couldn’t even beat Miku Sakai at Shock Value, you’re a fucking joke.
And I do not curse very often but when I see someone that is simply a poser trying to lie through his teeth pretending that he is some mountain to climb or staining my name just to make himself feel better, I just laugh at you, Jon because you couldn’t beat Minerva with my eyes closed.
So, you settle for implication by saying I cosplay as an underdog. Is that really what you took form my words, than maybe listen better. No, see Jon, I remind people what happens when they treat me like one. There’s a difference and it’s one you clearly don’t have the intellect to grasp. Thinking this is about some sort of affirmation I’m seeking, or respect. This needing for the world to acknowledge what I’ve done. Really, they already KNOW what I have accomplished, Jon, things you will NEVER sniff in your fledgling career and that’s your mistake.
I don’t need it, instead a simple reinforcement of remembrance, and if that requires tearing through every delusional claim you’ve built to protect your ego, then so be it. Now let’s talk about King of Elite. I can feel how badly you need that moment to mean something more than it did. Saying you had me beat and that you CHOSE revenge over victory. Claiming this mistake cost you the win.
That’s a fascinating way to rewrite failure.
You didn’t “choose” anything, Jon, you LOST. It’s what you always do. Jamie O’Hara almost had me beat; Methuselah almost had me beat. Kassidy Heart almost had me beat. Jon Kelton never came close. You made a decision in the moment, one that exposed exactly why you are not at my level and now you’re trying to dress it up as some noble sacrifice rather than what it actually was, a lapse in judgment, flaws, weakness and the ineptitude to ever finish anything because if I was so done, how come I was able to get right back up and kick you in the face only to crush your skull with my knee over and over leaving NO doubt who beat who. You chose to try and finish me by playing at my own level and couldn’t and that slight little hesitation wasn’t the end all, it just delayed the inevitable and I capitalized on it.
That’s not luck, Jon. It’s superiority. You want me to be “absolute” in my victory? I am and always will be. You want to wrestle again one on one, fine, the same results will happen, quit while you are head and stop embarrassing yourself. Everyone knows that Bronson Daniels was the better half of Elysium, you were riding his coattail and because you landed one move on me that stunned for a second, suddenly you were the winner. Ask Drake Amrstrong how that ended for him. Drake King. Go ahead, ask them all and they will say the same thing.
They Lost.
What unsettles you isn’t doubt, it’s that I understand your game. I will give you one small ounce of credit; you’re just disciplined enough to be dangerous but not refined enough to be an undeniable force like me and that terrifies you. Because you know that deep down, if you make that mistake again, there won’t be a narrative left for you to hide behind.”
Minerva stops for a second, as her face seethes some in annoyance, as she is tired of hearing Jon Kelton with his lies that he had her defeated when Jon Kelton has not been able to do anything to her except attack from behind, she is ready to put him away for good and go on to Main Event Pain For Pride. She turns back to speak with her red glaring eyes.
“The Grand Rampage isn’t your redemption arc, Jon.
It’s just another vehicle to expose what you have always been, not good enough. You talk about destiny like it’s owed and not earned, waiting patiently for you to arrive and claim it. Shut the hell up, Jon as destiny doesn’t wait for anyone, it’s taken and you have already shown me what happens when the moment demands finality, you falter.
So go ahead and tell yourself this is your time. TRY to convince twenty nine other Elitists that this is your moment. Build it up, hold onto it, grasp to it as tightly as you possibly can, for when it slips, don’t you dare then blame it on revenge or circumstance. And can’t rewrite it into something that sounds noble and heroic. You’ll be forced to accept the truth
That you stood in front of me twice and failed both times for the exact same reason.
Because while you go around chasing clout through these fabricated moments, I end them. At the Grand Rampage?
Your “destiny” doesn’t begin.
It died the second you whispered the name and crossed path of Minerva.
Jon Kelton isn’t the only fool, just the biggest one, as we also have Akari Kiyoko and he is rather disappointing, I felt like he could have given something better, but I guess that continues to support my argument that the future is bleak in the EAW.
Akira, you talk a lot for someone still trying to convince himself he isn’t already beneath me. “All I hear from you… all I see from them…”, then maybe you should listen better. Isn’t obvious that what you’re hearing isn’t just static or white noise. It’s consistency, never changing or wavering, untouched proof. It’s the same thing you claim to value, “winning” while manifested in a way you clearly can’t replicate. Here you are giving ToXXXin their due like it costs you a little integrity. Acknowledging that Daniella Atlas and Selina Reyes succeeded where you failed somehow elevates your position.
It doesn’t.
It just highlights the gap. Saying that we “have it made.” That we have everything. Minerva needs more? Of course I do. WHY wouldn’t I? After taking a back seat to the future of this business to allow them to get the chance to replace it and NONE of them could including yourself. See, Akira, you’re tired.
You said it yourself, tired of dying. Tired of “almost”. Tired of being applauded for falling just short of the line. Showing that exhaustion like it’s depth, supposedly this is what makes you more dangerous. Please, do not insult me.
It doesn’t, instead another mundane and rather pedestrian take on things which again, isn’t off the beaten path, as I wouldn’t expect anything more from you, sir, but whatever, as I have noticed this along my journey in the EAW that desperate men always talk about standards. I don’t know if anyone has ever told you this, but I will go ahead and say the obvious, or maybe this is the quiet part out loud because everyone already knew this, but “Winning IS the standard.”
How convenient and again unimaginative.
Standards are easy to declare when you haven’t consistently met them. Minerva never has to talk about standards; I AM THE standard and have no problems enforcing them. You think hatred isn’t enough? Putting up this little wall saying what fuels me somehow falls short of what you’ve convinced yourself you’ve found? Let me make something very clear. Hatred is not my limitation, it’s my refinement. It sharpens every move I make, each step that I take, where someone like you starts believing they can stand in front of me and dictate their own outcome.
You brought up New Eden.
You think this is me trying to feel something I didn’t get back then? Trying to be “number one”?
No.
I was always Number One, which is the reason Drake King turned on me, Mr. Kiyoko. This is Minerva correcting the mistake of ever allowing myself to share space with people who couldn’t carry what I carried. ToXXXin isn’t a consolation, not like New Eden who it was I who came up with the name, this though, it IS MY creation and unlike you, I don’t hang on to it out of fear of losing myself. I built it brick by brick with the right women, the correct pieces to fit my Vision that became OURS knowing exactly who I am.
Now let’s talk about you for a second Mr. Kiyoko, but it seems like while you have broken out “some” on Showdown, you still can’t beat the very best. A Coal Miner’s Glove worn by Impact showed that you may have the itch, but cannot scratch, but how long can you hold on to the climb, sir? I did for years losing to people that I would wipe my ass with now, those that are no longer here, and the ones that are I took care of them already. THAT is a winner, THAT is evolution. Yet here you are speaking about being the exception, that you’re not like the others, instead finding some purpose that miraculously appeared from the sky. Suddenly you’re done restarting, finished almost making it, or letting pieces of yourself “die” every time you fall short.
That’s a beautiful speech, it truly is, but do you know what it sounds like to me?
A man begging and pleading for his moment to finally mean something. Always still chasing, the never ending reach. Thinking this time will be “different”. It isn’t. for at the end of all that self-reflection and spurned growth this season, or the self-imposed “standard” you keep preaching about, Mr. Kiyoko, you are still the same man who hasn’t gotten it done; and comically now you have decided the solution is to stand in front of me and declare that I won’t “breeze by” you.
You don’t get to decide that or opt out of what happens when you step into my path. Seriously, hate the idea all you want, fight it even. Do better and entertain me in the process, let me see you claw, scream, and throw everything you have at me trying to prove you’re not “one of the many”. But when it comes down to it and everything you’ve been telling yourself gets put to the test? Mr. Kiyoko, you will find out the truth the same way they all do.
Not through words, consequence.
This is not about your suffering, purpose and it sure as hell isn’t about your standards. It’s about what happens when your anecdote collides with mine. For when it does? You won’t be the one deciding how it ends. Definitely not “breezed by”.
You’ll be eliminated without a second thought.
And THAT is the standard.
For I Am The Way.
Tu san khanchi numa jekh bibaht.
As she cracks a smile, Minerva glares into the camera with her red eyes, just as she then slowly leans in and kisses the camera.
FADE TO BLACK
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