Post by MasterEvil on Jun 30, 2022 1:46:31 GMT
 ۞ FUEL THE FLAMES, NO MORE PAIN NEVER FELT SO ALIVE! ۞ “One step forward so many steps back…” We find ourselves in some kind of basement room with wooden windowless walls, a thick green mat covering the floor and a lone stairway that leads in and out of this room. Kneeling in the centre of the room is the blonde beauty known as FREYA, though her eyes are completely closed as she speaks…as if already knowing that we would be here in front of her. “Over and over again I’ve fought against Jessie Lee, possibly against the advice of many, but then I finally got that victory over her and I thought that that was the moment my career rise like a phoenix and soar to the sky. But instead it was just one descent after another…” A soft sigh departs the Greenlander’s lips before continuing. “Defeat after defeat after defeat…oh, and that time a duo decided to simply stomp down on my match because they simply could. Each time, instead of getting angry at my failures or frustrated at my own pitifulness, I kept thinking that if I just work hard enough then I’ll be about to bounce back like I did against Jessie…until that night in Canada…when Teo Blaze, quite frankly, flattened me in under twenty seconds.” As she speaks our vision begins to cut in and out of scenes between FREYA kneeling here and her sliding a part of the wooden wall aside to reveal a range of potentially lethal weapons - ranging from throwing axes and nunchucks to naginatas and broadswords - hanging inside a hidden cupboard. “That was the straw that broke the camel’s back, the stamp that unlocked Super Saiyan two and the snap that disintegrated the stupid, kinder, half of me all in one. From that moment I decided that I have had enough, locked myself down here and spent the past month improving myself, improving myself and improving myself in any way I can possibly imagine. I can’t fully remember what the sunlight looks like anymore but it’ll all be worth it in the end as, while some may be preoccupied with either glory or independence…I’ll be striking back and beginning my, bloodstained if necessary, climb to the top of the Cruiserweight Division…” Though trying to listen, our vision keeps uncontrollably snapping betweens shots of the blonde practising with her range of weapons, practically dismantling a punching back with hammering blows and slowly lifting a silver lighter up so it is a bit to the right of FREYA’s face as she flips it open. “Med min hævngerrige ild.” With those words FREYA strikes her thumb down upon the top of the lighter. The violent cuts snap off to the small flame’s ignition as the blonde’s eyes snap open. “Starting with one Raj Banerjee. If anything I feel almost sorry for you…you were just a fan, sorry a ‘superfan’, who managed to achieve what many fans hope to one day do. I should know, I’m a fan who managed to become a wrestler too…but it is because of this slight connection that I can see how easy it is to go beyond rock bottom if this match doesn’t go the way you want it to go. Since all you’ve been doing, since that rather impressive sounding debut at Evolution, was lose again and again. You’ve gotten close each time but being close doesn’t mean winning and I can say that nothing feels worse than being at rock bottom…so I know that you need to win this match to build yourself back up in a positive trajectory.” The Greenlander closes the lighter’s lid, snapping life from the flame to fixate our focus upon the almost barbarous look in her eyes. “Unfortunately for you, and your ‘fans’, I need this victory a lot more and there is no limit to what I’m willing to do to achieve it.” Her words almost sound like a warning as the blonde gives us a moment to comprehend them before getting up, pocketing the lighter and heading over to the door. Once there she opens it, takes a momentary breath and leaves this room for the first time in roughly a month, leaving us alone in the process. < = = = ۞ = = = > 698 words ● Hope this gives a decent explanation to FREYA’s ‘disappearance’ |