“My pain's not ashamed to repeat itself”
― Marilyn Manson
YOU TRY TO THROW DIRT ON ME AND FLOWERS GREW
CHAPTER TWO
It has been some trying times for Minerva this season so far and especially the last few months, since before Territorial Invasion and even before that where her sanity and the line between love and hate were tested. From her first encounter with Raven Roberts that harnessed a lot of those hidden, dark feelings until her recent altercations with Drake King and others, one thing is certain, that Minerva has struggled to find some sort of balance and in a way made Drake King look correct in his criticisms, and yet she has been able to somehow focus all of that negative energy and toxicity back to the man who basically broke her not once but twice.
Since House of Glass, Minerva has been an extremely determined woman that has not looked back at anything and wants to make sure that nothing stands in her way when it comes to the challenge which awaits her at Road To Redemption. But with only two weeks left before this happens, Minerva has had to make sure that her attention was at the task at hand, and finding out that Drake King had picked the stipulation of a Steel Cage, much like Minerva had chosen 10,000 Shards of Glass. At this point she doesn’t care what it is, but this past Dynasty did anger her because of what happened to her husband, Myles, losing to Drake, this was after both her and Drake needed to be separated after he announced the match and talked about Minerva dropping some pretty insulting things, but that needs to be taken care of when the time is right.
For now, she must concentrate on her opponent this week in Mia Santoro who is a very talented young woman looking for a breakout and career defining win. In the back of her mind, Minerva knows that this is indeed an opportune time for him to strike, waiting patiently until he can catch her at another moment of weakness. Minerva is very aware of that and has to have an eye in the back of her head while wrestling Mia, which is not above Drake to come out during that match as well and striking while the iron was hot.
Minerva has been on edge since all of this happened after Territorial Invasion, and with her emotions no longer in control and instead fueled by absolute rage, Mia Santoro is going to have to fight for her life come Friday.
The beautiful but deadly Minerva sits by herself with her legs crossed. Her pet owl, Calibos is perched on his stand behind her, his yellow eyes glare into the camera. She wears leather black pants and knee-high boots, scarlet red and black halter top with her long-straightened orange hair in high half piggy tails with her nails polished a matte black like her lipstick.
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As it starts to record, she begins to speak in her calm yet eerie tone, as we celebrate Thanksgiving.
“Isn’t it time to give Thanks?
To the abundance and plethora of food that so many feasted on yesterday. Sitting across the table with family, devouring the Candied Yams, Macaroni & Cheese, Stuffing, Cranberry Sauce, Turkey and Gravy, anything else that goes with spread topping it off with a piece of pumpkin pie. Everyone huddles around, talks about how they haven’t seen each other in so long, putting on the best face they can and tolerate the present company knowing there is a reason they all congregate only once a year. The bounty is plenty for some, others are hungry, starving or alone on this day, sitting at the local Waffle House with some semblance of a dinner fit properly for this day.
And the rest volunteer their time for the needy. Make sure that the mouths are fed of those that have nowhere to go.
And while many do not even understand the history of this day, they use it to stuff their faces and watch football to digest their gluttony.
I chose not to celebrate with family and friends, only my husband, after what happened on Dynasty last week. I am not giving thanks to anything right now, instead having a quiet evening and lots of wine. As I look back to last week and remember the scathing yet empty words of Drake King, who will get all of my fury when the time comes, it hurts more that he took advantage of what Cy Henderson did to Myles, costing him the match and Drake walking away with a win over him and us. He has now defeated Myles and I in the past few months, believing he’s on top of the world. Thinking that he has got the best of us, and let him, because in fourteen days I will rip him apart.
And so, I must look back and reminisce on a day that I thought would be full of joy, laughter and friendly faces, as we would be celebrating victories, successes, and most importantly the ability to thrive for me especially on a new brand, but that was taken away along with my faith, hope and sense of prosperity. Now I am tasked with something easier, but less desirable this week, and that is to shut someone up that shouldn’t have a voice to begin with. All these years past, sitting at the table, glancing around at those who are thankful just to be sitting there, breathing air and happy to be alive are the ones that I have robbed from, with the inability to move forward and for one day to forget everything.
I cannot.
If there is one major of many faults of mine is that I cannot let things go and especially after what happened in these last few months. I deserved everything that happened to me, but Myles did not. I have failed my husband so many times over that I am surprised he still wants to be with me. I am lucky to have him, thankful even, but that is about it. But with Dynasty the day after Thanksgiving, I must now walk into that ring with anger and vitriol pouring through my veins, fueling the very hatred I have for certain individuals and taking out on someone that thinks I know nothing of who they are, but has absolutely no idea how much I really do.
It's insulting.
Women like Mi Santoro, much as she wishes wasn’t the case, are a dime a dozen. I could name five off the top of my head that showcased the same arrogance and hubris. Felix Hartley, Darcy May Morgan, Jenny Cien, Serenity Valdez, and Becca Black for starters. Right off the top of my head, and I could spend the next hour dropping more names that I have seen throughout the years say the exact same thing to me that Mia Santoro did word for word, letter by letter. It is a common theme to find the Alpha Predator and challenge it, pretend, yes pretend that they are ready to square off against the most dangerous woman on this roster showing off their mere content without citing one single drop of truth but claim to live in reality.
Some of the absolute BEST in this company throughout my tenure here have said the exact lines, some have gone farther to basically call me nothing, and how many of them are still here? Tyler Wolfe, Ashley Flores, Cleopatra, Amber Keys, and Usagi Senshi. Some of those aforementioned names are former World Champions and Pain For Pride Main Eventers. Hikari Kanno, Aria Lestrade, Sheridan Muller, Lisa Wren, and Valerie Hellstorm. A mix of women who held championships and others that simply couldn’t cut it…
… and in their infinite wisdom all had the same message and what do they all have in common?
They are no longer in the EAW.
Something for Mia Santoro to think about.”
Minerva doesn’t take very long as she looks away for a moment, but everything about her body language screams what she is really feeling, as she turns to glare back at the camera, her icy blue eyes do not hide the emotions that she is feeling right now, before speaking.
“Those are fifteen names, I could name fifteen more, and then fifteen more after that to make a point. I had faced every single one of those women, they told me the that I had no clue who they were, that I wasn’t ready for the onslaught, the depravity I would feel after losing to them, and instead at the end, they saw me standing there with my arm raised high in victory no matter the words or actions defeated. Mia Santoro is nothing special, no one comes to the EAW with a huge tag on them that screams “Blue Chipper”, and while I had some small attention thanks to my Independent scene successes, which attracted the EAW scouts to bring me here, no one knew that I would ever reach those levels that Minerva has and become a Hall of Famer and Three-Time World Champion and thrice Main Eventing Pain For Pride.
I sat and listened to the threats, always taking them very seriously, because every match I step into no matter the level of competitor I treat them like if they are or were a World Champion. That doesn’t change here, my mission isn’t to just wash away the poignant and invalid claims of Mia Santoro, but I do find it rather laughable that she is trying to throw it in my face that she indeed had a dominant victory over Nejari Young.
And?
Mr. Young has been here for two months, congratulations, Mia Santoro defeated a rookie who couldn’t be bothered saying anything or promoting the match with her, and then want to throw that in my face like I am supposed to be impressed?
I’m not.
For someone to take pride in a win is one thing, to claim dominant victory and expect to somehow be used as some message sent to me is simply laughable. I don’t like taking this type of approach, but since House of Glass, I don’t really care anymore. I’m not worried about hurting anyone’s feelings or being disrespectful in anyway, and to hear this woman who hasn’t done a damn thing in this industry come at me like she matters takes it to a whole new level. Mia Santoro is a very talented Elitists, no question about it, but so were the fifteen names that I mentioned earlier as well, who some made it to the top of the division but were incapable of maintaining it up there, and the others talked a good game, had the skills but were all bark and no bite. I see Mia Santoro somewhere close to the middle, and a woman that doesn’t have the first clue on who she is facing, but I will go ahead and tell her.
I’m the one who told the entire world of a woman’s medical condition before her husband even knew after I broke into their home and laid in their bed laughing the whole time reading it. I desecrated a teenage boys memorial because his cousin who did turn out to be a complete waste of time was my mortal enemy. I have broken bones, made people bleed and ruined lives for my simple pleasure. I was the original sin in the EAW, and I spoke to God this morning and he specifically said that he hasn’t found anyone to replace me. Mia Santoro thinks that she can have a relatively easy match with a Nejari Young, and it has given her the confidence to believe that she stands any chance against me. I try my best to not downplay any Elitist in this company, being here makes you the cream of the crop, but what we are witnessing here right now is the last words of a little girl who has absolutely no idea the pain that awaits her.
Mia Santoro doesn’t have the first clue what it takes to survive in 10,000 Shard of Glass, Barbed Wired Massacre, Exploding TLC, Three Stages of Hell, Extreme Elimination Chamber, and every violent match that you can imagine, it takes more than words and some false bravado, and while I can appreciate the initiative to throw herself into this matches, I am battle tested, she is NOT.
Mia Santoro doesn’t stand a prayer on Dynasty; I have watched so many like her with the same confidence trying to sell me a bill of goods and means nothing when all those words are empty. It is not like I fear what this woman can do to me, as her best wouldn’t be good enough to match my worst. But if Mia wants to test Minerva, then I will allow her to play with fire and she WILL get burned. I am going to address you directly Mia, and I want you to know very clearly that I was content with just the win, but now I will take nothing less than hearing you scream in pain for me to stop.”
Minerva looks up, taking a deep breath, her eyes gander over at Calibos who turns to her. She smirks and then drops her head back down as she locks eyes with the camera. She continues to speak, but this time with a little more vitriol.
“Mia, I don’t need to know you personally to understand how this is going to go and operate. Tell me something different, distance yourself from the rest of the pack instead of just running word salads at me hoping I am somehow intimidated by your threats. There is a distinct pleasure here Mia, but it is not for you, but for Minerva. I like the fire, hate the disrespect and surely find the angst and over the top aggression rather amusing. I hope that you do comprehend that I have had legends say those same exact words and fall on their knees in front of my presence. I have heard rookies scream from the top of their lungs only for me to turn the other ear not in dismissal but embarrassment.
All to see there hopes, dreams and ambitions crumble right in front of them, you are no different Mia. I don’t like dismissing challenges, it does nothing for me unlike many of the historical and Hall of Fame Elitists that rather bury their opponents and make light of them usually backfiring or not helping this promotion at all, but I was there once in your same position, looking up at the top stars and wanting to slap them in the mouth. Some I won, others I lost, but one thing that never happened is I left without making sure Minerva ALWAYS got the last laugh, and that goes for ANYONE.
Including you.
So, you don’t do excuse, but at the same time you don’t stop to actually learn from your losses and instead not accept them, as if they are just going to disappear. Never growing, advancing, elevating yourself to that next level in order to compete because without evolution, you will be eaten alive, and it starts with me this week. I’m not interested in what you think, or hope will happen, the fact that a sentence like “The oft chance I win”, bitch I have been pinned twice in the last three years by the SAME guy and that is it, because come Road To Redemption, I end it. This isn’t some sort of overblown or misguided confidence, conceit, or egotism…
… it’s utter stupidity.
But … but you’re just getting started, is that the correct assumption? So, tell me something, what happened to the last 16 months, Mia? Why didn’t you start on Voltage? Why didn’t you start last summer? Why couldn’t you make it work with Donovan Duke? Talk about an easy road to the top, but that didn’t happen. Late bloomer? No, Mia the truth is nothing you have done so far is worked, and only Elitists at the level of Nejari Young are going to fall for your act, because you are a dime a dozen, nothing stands out, another tough girl. What makes you different from Valerie Hellstorm? Or any of the other women that run their mouth without any substance or objective material. No, Mia you don’t get to disrespect Minerva, you don’t get to talk to me like I am just some fly by night Elitist that doesn’t deserve to be here, bitch you are in MY ring. You are in MY presence; I am not in yours. To you I identify as not only the biggest match of your career but if you were half as talented as me, maybe even the biggest win.
But to me?
You’re Minerva’s next opponents that people will forget two weeks from now. That might be a little too much to digest, but I want you to realize that you’re not the Queen of the Hive here, but a simple working bee among the millions of them. Throw me your threats, speak sown to me, Mia, do whatever it is that you’re hoping to come out of this, but it will not be the result that you’re looking for. Instead, I will make sure that everyone watches and sees how much more work you need before ever being considered as a true threat to anyone.
I will give credit in your nickname, because you definitely are the most desperate woman I have ever met.
Mia, I’m going to destroy you and every angle that you hold dear to this venture so far in the EAW and the Dynasty Brand. You will NOT win; this is a fight where you were always going to lose. What you make of it is up to you, but humbling Mia Santoro is not what I want, instead I rather see you humiliated and in that moment of weakness, feel what all of us have and me recently, but the true test is how you respond because in every life, there comes a day of reckoning, a time when unsettled scores demand retribution, and our own lies and transgressions are finally laid bare.
Used as a vessel to our calling.
If there is one lesson you will learn, it is that darkness scares us. We yearn for the comfort of light as it provides shape and form, allowing us to recognize and define what's before us.
But what is it we're afraid of really, Mia?
Not the darkness itself, but the truth we know hides within.
Your blood on my hands.
When My Heaven Becomes Your Hell.
Lasă-mă pe șine, ai uitat, eu sunt acel tren.”
Minerva tilts her head as Calibos lands on her shoulder. She then slowly gets up and walks into the shadows.
FADE TO BLACK
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