“No kind of sensation is keener and more active than that of pain; its impressions are unmistakable.”
-Marquis de Sade
THE NYMPH AND THE CHUREL
VOLTAGE PRESENTS: FUCK YOUR THANKSGIVING – RP
When Minerva walked into this Season there was one thing in her mind, not just to go after World Championship gold, but to make a difference with the talent in the EAW and whatever brand she was drafted too. It was a choice to create something special and finding to Elitists that she could invest in to help pave the way for the future of the business, and while Minerva herself is young, only 27-years-old herself, it was the experience that she has had in both the EAW and the wrestling business in general that would help her and give the tools of success to the chosen ones, which happened to be Daniella Atlas and Selina Reyes.
Minerva saw these two women and knew that she had found the two that would engage with her, they would listen, perform and succeed while working together for one goal, plain and simply put… dominance.
It took a bit for this to be put together, yet it happened and here we are. Minerva had a plan the entire time, once she reestablished herself on Voltage after being on Dynasty last season, the most important thing for her was to make sure that she did indeed remind everyone of just who she was, and defeating TLA was a start. The games she has been playing with Chris Elite, and the match they had Wicked Games was more of a means to an end for a woman that is now single, and her estranged husband has disappeared and left her behind. Minerva is not one to just allow things to go by without doing anything about it, and as everyone is witnessing, Minerva is taking charge of making sure that her new group ToXXXin is already making their mark and taking over.
They attacked the Territorial Invasion War Games Team, Minerva along with Selina and Daniella are ready to make their mark on Voltage by any means necessary. Minerva always had a plan, and her strikes are strategic and not one single person should be surprised that she has indeed chosen her strikes carefully and precisely so for it to be Drake Armstrong should be a shock considering what happened between the two last season on Dynasty. There is unfinished business because of the narrative and if there is anyone that wants to end that is none other than Minerva.
The gorgeous orange and black-haired streaked vixen sits in a black leather pants and knee-high leather black boots, a black cut off no sleeve top with leather jacket, her long straightened hair in piggy tails, face piercings all over in diamonds and hoop ring in her nose, nails polished a matte black with one orange accent nail. She stands quietly in a dim lit room in her home as Voltage is in Orlando, as her red eyes looking into the camera.
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There is still that aura about “The Black Rose” as Minerva speaks very softly and cold, with hardly an expression on her beautiful face.
“As we look ahead into the continental divide known as the EAW, we often wonder what is next in line? What the future holds for each and every single one of us which is nothing short of pretentious and “wishful thinking”. True champions will always have a plan, never deviating from it no matter what obstacles have obstructed the view to the final goal that has been nothing less than a myriad of confusion and complexion. There are those who often define themselves through actions and empty words, this is the world revolving around our ethos and it is women like myself who took control and never let it go.
Have you not witnessed the Genesis form right before those very eyes? It didn’t take 6 days on the seventh Minerva rested, oh no, it was a carefully orchestrated plan to lead the masses into a false sense of security, believing that I was broken heading into this season only to turn everything on its side and shake the foundation at the core. No more team player, the days of risking mind, body, soul for a brand that couldn’t even retain my services and would rather draft washed up talent and the flavors of the moment at my expense leaving me washed in a cold ocean on the void and brink of insanity all alone and then expecting me to be Team Voltage doesn’t know me very well. I am a harbinger of what I choose, delicate to the touch, bitter to the taste, pleasant at the smell, waiting patiently to finally create something that will transform and absolve the meaningless pursuits of these other groups and factions in the name of learning.
Welcome to ToXXXin.
X Marks the Spot.
X is where the Treasure lies.
X is the factor.
Don’t you comprehend that what was created wasn’t just a group of woman with a purpose and a cause, but a bond that ins unbreakable, not that of puristic atonement, or a brigade in cantonment, but of knowledge. What they seek is what I can give and the rewards?
Endless.
What has been forged from fire and steel is the personification of the future, what it brings, and how to get there. Selina Reyes and Daniella Atlas are not just students of the game, they are the inspiration, classification, and manifestation of what a true Elitist should be and what it takes to get there. There are no false kings or prophets, wolves in sheep’s clothing, pagan deities or gods, oh no, for what we exist for is one purpose, succession…
… through domination.
It is a simple formula, really. One that cannot be attested to a single trope f any kind, but a classification to what they call the sum of all parts. This was a year in the making, from the moment I stepped foot with Daniella Atlas last season on Dynasty, to the very first day I watched Selina Reyes wrestle. Through sweat, pain, and blood, even as I licked my wounds at Pain For Pride, I watched these two women perform to assure that I was going to make the right call, and to remember that this isn’t just about me anymore, but them. You see, we are in a War of Attrition, no longer can one depend on themselves or even the ones they love, and instead look out into the desolate wasteland they call professional wrestling to know that the only way to survive is by preservation.
That is our oath.
A confined presence, formed by the wielding hand of unlimited power and we will not rest until Volage is ours and then?
The rest of the EAW.
From the Ashes of Edern, Minerva rose, burned one the flesh, lost in the fire, found in the ash, yet never shattered and when it was time for me to finally take MY place among the leaders of this business, I walked slowly while everyone else ran until out of breath, watching me pass them by and take what was mine, only to share with the two of my choosing, and they will continue to climb the echelon provided to them with a fury stronger than ever seen, like a rose to the bloom. Selina and Daniella thought about this opportunity long and hard, they trust what I had to offer, they believe in what I can provide them, for while I may face a “King” tomorrow night, I am the uncrowned Queen of Chaos. Forming such public opinion of what I have decided to adorn this season, passing on leading Team Brand Warfare for my own selfish quests only proves that I am DONE with trying top appease everyone else and they taking advantage of it, for my mercy and kindness were not weakness, they were a misjudgment and contrary to who Minerva really is. This is the difference between last season and this one.
Selina and Daniella are not soldiers, they are not lackeys or students, oh no, they are equals to my demand of absolute performance at their peak. That word means so much doesn’t it and now I have adopted to make this my own, so that two of the most important pieces of this plan will; come together to formulate the result that I want and none of you are willing to accept. A reality that all must come together to willfully or defiantly accept, either way it doesn’t matter for it is happening and we made our first moves in the last few weeks without any hesitation. I know what Voltage is thinking, wanting so badly to make Drake Armstrong the face of the brand this year. Last was Michael Machina, before that it was Charlie Marr, and before that it was Drake King for like three seasons in a row while I played second and even third fiddle. I know the pattern, and up until now I sat in in line obedient to the decisions and a good team player.
No more.
Minerva changes the script, and ToXXXin rewrites it.”
The very dangerous Minerva sits back, knowing that she is in her home, wrestling in the city of her residence, where she can wrestle in front of her fans and friends, but more importantly that that, to lead by example and win the opportunity to choose the gimmick and prove once and for all that she can defeat Drake Armstrong with absolutely no controversy. She turns back to the camera with her red eyes and continues to speak.
“Before I speak on my opponent this week, a man I do know very well, allow me to touch on a subject that is quite dear to me, that of affection, in a more pervasive way, that of Chris Elite. For those that have been following this since 2019, my inception into the EAW lore was not without my “fans” so to speak, as Chris Elite, while engaged in a war with him for seven years always had his eyes on me in more ways than one, especially just trying to best Minerva in the ring. In 2020, I met Myles and we hit it off right away. From then I was in a relationship with him until married and then some, but professional wrestling, jealousy, and the act of championship gold lust can strain a relationship between two alphas. When Myles and the EAW couldn’t come up with a contract and extension, he left and with it, I was left to fend on my own. Where was Myles when I was boiled with a brand to my skin, or left for dead in the ring, where was he in my time of need, or as EAW World Champion wanting nothing more than the title I held, only to put that over us.
Somethings are simply hard to forget, but we were able to succumb to the power of love, or so I thought until one day he disappeared, left me and I had no where to look, in search of his own path while forgetting that this was a road traveled together. I was alone again, fending for myself like it was always supposed to be, and now as I wake up in bed with no one lying by my side, in an empty house, it has given me the freedom to pursue other ventures.
And scratch that itch which has tickled me since my days on Empire.
Whether through flirtatious notions, or simply outright saying what he felt, it was a very uncomfortable situation for Chris Elite when the shoe was put on the other foot. This time I was the predator stalking the prey, waiting for the right moment to strike and take what I felt was always mine and that is his affection. Tell me something, Chris, is this not what you wanted? While my lips are sealed about our “date” in Alabama, but when it comes to Wicked Games, I want Chris to answer me one question, did you really lose?
See, I am in the conviction that nothing which happened in the ring transcends or defines what happened after my hand was raised in victory, for that kiss you planted on my lips was more than just passion, it was a burning rage that was out of control and let’s just say that I felt the seven year itch finally scratch in my mouth and lips. See, Chris, both of us get what we want and there is nothing that is going to stop us from going any further. When I make a choice, I intend to follow through on it, the question now is, will you, Chris for I am inviting you into my bed, will you keep me warm?
Think about that as I now address a man that is so full of hubris and contention that he has lost himself in the meaning of a crown whether he becomes a World Champion or not means nothing to me, for he has to own an opportunity as he has failed to capture any sort of World Championship his entire career. Drake Armstrong is smoke and mirrors, and it takes a hype machine like Voltage and their paltry, evasive tones to sell this piece of waste to the rest of the populous that he is the leader of this brand. Flavor of the season?
Yes.
New toy for Voltage?
Yes.
Forgotten after his World Championship run?
Yes.
Drake Armstrong is the epitome and the antithesis at the same time of what a flash in the pan is and will be moving forward. He is the trend, the one that is hash-tagging everywhere, talking about Methuselah breaking me and yet after defeating him I was not only awakened but unlike Drake Armstrong I’m not salivating at the mouth wanting to be Baby Meth and not create his own path and instead choosing to piggyback on the one around Methuselah built. Drake Armstrong is an empty well, bordering on a hopeless desolate, romanticizing on his own family guild and whatever little accomplishments he can hang his Burberry scarf on. If he is so confident in becoming the EAW World Champion, then why wait so long to challenge Adam Lucas? Waiting for Hans Grayson or Kai Rabeaux to cash in theirs first?
To even think that Voltage would draft all three of these men that carry the opportunities and hijack the World title scene and keeping someone like me out of it only furthers my fervor. Before this is all said and done, I will be the one standing at the top in the end with the rest of ToXXXin. But as this marks another chapter in our storied little feud, if there is one common theme that is simply put, jealousy. Drake Armstrong wants the respect and adulation that Minerva receives. He wants for this entire company to look upon him and fear his mere presence, that they will listen to the symphony of word salad he thrusts upon us all where most do not understand half of what he speaks due to their intelligence levels, but I do.
Trust me it is nothing of importance but the same drab about his legacy and family name.
What Minerva has become is everything the Armstrong bloodline loathes, looks down on and rejects which makes Drake hate me even more as I am nothing but a peasant in his eyes and yet his Empire of Dirt, a Throne built on a house of cards with a plastic crown doesn’t make him royalty…
… it is a cover for his deficiencies.”
Minerva pauses for a moment, her red eyes narrow some, as she hates this man with a passion and after last season, she knows that there will always be that lingering little feeling that people bought into his narrative even though she had pinned Drake in a tag team match as well. But that doesn’t matter, for the stakes are high here and nothing is going to deter her form being able to choose the stipulation for their match. She turns back to speak, spinning in the rose in her hand.
“There is an ostentatious grandstanding that outlines and delineates the modus operandi of Drake Armstrong and what he claims to be capable of. We all know that this brand is going to give him the platform to shine, that is what Captain Charisma does, if it is shiny, like a jewel thief, he cannot resist the shine but not of a diamond, this time of a Cubic Zirconia. This is why ToXXXin exists, he created this group out of the necessity for three women to get their just due this season since he decided to sabotage the championship picture with this absurd and pathetic draft, and then center Voltage around this harlequin that likes to call himself “King”.
Last season on Dynasty was the first time that I ever dealt with Drake Armstrong, as he wanted to become the World Heavyweight Championship and go after Myles at the time, using me as a vessel and vice to get there. Everyone knows that match ended in a no contest and the narrative out of that was Drake was ready to strike me down with his finisher and Myles attacked him from behind never giving me a chance to defend myself in that aspect.
Then after a tag team match where he wanted to show Teamwork with Chris Elite and again with Cy Henderson as his partner both falling to Myles and I which only proved that he couldn’t get the job done. Now, fast forward to the Grand Rampage, knowing that I was about to announce my entry into the match after I came close to winning the World Heavyweight Championship nowhere close to healthy after my feud with Drake King and who comes out to interrupt me, the man who would be a World champion so afraid of Minerva walking out and Main Eventing Pain For Pride?
Your ”King”.
When the match occurred, there was a certain moment that he pulled me up after hitting the “Halberd From Hell” before the three count, like it was some sort of insult. In the eyes of an arrogant man he had Minerva beaten, in the eyes of an intelligent one, they know better than anyone that I have been dealt far worse and kicked out right before the three, so if that is what allows Drake Armstrong to come to terms with his loss, so be it, I am not here to argue his own factual impotence and instead know that whatever had happened, the true result was always going to be the same, Minerva the victor. Yet, in hindsight, that is one of the reasons I looked at the two women that have joined my battle and knew that this attack wasn’t due to Drake or Hans Grayson, or Kai Rabeaux being the top echelon of the Voltage Brand, oh no, it was optics.
Can’t you see?
The position that Voltage holds these three men at is both insulting and ludicrous. To even perceive how these three were brought in to basically carry the banner of this company and overlook Selina Reyes and Daniella Atlas is sad and incompetent. I am not worried about myself, always finding a way to keep my name in the conversation with or without the help of management as proven last year on Dynasty seeking out the biggest opponent I could face without piddling away with the monotonous humdrum that Dynasty falls trap too every single year picking and choosing to push it’s male Elitists to the top, I on the other hand never complained and instead took action like I have now.
Minerva refuses to stand in front of all on stage and whine about the status quo, this is the reason ToXXXin was created out of survival, necessity, and at the same time, supremacy. Drake Amrstrong, what you are to me is a means to an end in one sense, the early warning shot in a taste of things to come by choosing you and the other two neophytes as our true first challenge. While I am a realist, and understand what you three mean to Captain Cherisma and Voltage, I cannot find a better example than to use the head of Drake Armstrong as the message sent to the rest of the roster even if their little dysfunctional team had a win over one of my girls and stood somewhat tall in a short sort of way.
It matters not when this is all over, it will belong to us.
Drake, you know Minerva very well, and while you hang on these delusions of grandeur thanks to what Dynasty wanted to portray me as, I have made it very clear who the real me is, and the last time we faced you went up again an injured yet dangerous animal whose back was against the wall. This time Minerva is not wounded, she is not mentally or physically beaten down, she is everything that defined the Hall of Fame headliner of just a year or so ago. And now Drake, I will share with you and everyone else witnessing what Minerva was always meant to be.
Pure and unadulterated ANARCHY.
Right now, Drake, you are at a Crossroads which reminds me of a story named The Nymph and The Churel. This is an ancient tale of beauty, hunger, balanced with the fragile thread between life and death.
In the early days, when forests still dreamed and rivers sang their own hymns, there lived a water nymph, who was born from the first tear the moon ever shed, a single drop of silver that fell into a tranquil lake. Moving with the ripples, her laughter always echoing like wind-chimes through the pines, her touch able to coax flowers from stone. The creatures of the forest loved her, for she embodied innocence and renewal. But even the purest waters cast shadows when night grows deep, does it not, Drake?
On the far edge of the woodland realm, beyond the birch trees that bent like wary sentinels, dwelled a creature of curse and hunger: the Churel. Once human, she had died in childbirth under betrayal and neglect. Her spirit twisted into an undead being, her white long hair wild, feet turned backward, eyes hollow, absent of pupils. She fed on life itself, draining vitality from those who crossed her path.
For years, the nymph and the Churel lived in silent opposition, yes Drake, one a fountain of life, the other a well of despair.
One night, The Nymph found a trail of withering nettles leading to her lake. Frogs lay still. Fish floated belly-up. The water’s edge rotted as if touched by poison.
And on the shore sat the Churel.
She was weakened, her curse gnawing at her as if starving. Her backward feet were buried in mud, and her breath came in hisses.
The Nymph wondered why she brought death to her waters. The Churel grinned, a slash of bone-white teeth knowing that Death follows her even when others including herself run from it.
The Nymph wanted to cleanse her, The Churel laughed in her face because her spirit was too corrupted and condemned to suffering forever. The Nymph wanted balance, she wanted to share their lives together, as her pale white eyes tremored with hope. The Nymph placed her glowing hand on the chest of The Churel, light taking over the darkness, cold to warmth
Aurelia placed her glowing hand on the Churel’s chest. Light flowed into darkness, warmth into cold. The Churel almost looked human again, but the curse was like a thorn, cutting at the very touch. But curses cling like thorns.
The Churel could not be saved completely.
So, they could only co-exist, one shimmering like water’s light, the other shadowed like a grave’s whisper and moving in perfect, haunting harmony.
And so, the legend says Drake, where the Nymph brings bloom, the Churel ensures the bloom remembers it must one day return to soil. For creation and decay are sisters, forever entwined.
Do you see, Mr. Armstrong? Is your vision still clouded with vanity? That story is about ONE person.
MINERVA.
You faced The Nymph last season, and now I introduce you to The Churel.
When My Heaven Becomes Your Hell.
For I Am The Way.
Pharo si o šero savo phirel e kruna.”
Minerva slowly cracks a smile, her red eyes glare into the camera for a moment before she then kisses the lens.
FADE TO BLACK
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