Post by MasterEvil on Apr 28, 2018 3:47:35 GMT
The bell rings into my ear and my theme song plays into the arena as I find myself in victory once more. Yet I don’t fully feel like a winner. I’m not standing as a dominant victor. I barely stand as a survivor. Hell I was struggling to get up to my feet before offering Kyle a sporting handshake. I’m so grateful that he accepted my gesture; I wouldn’t if I was him, for I know and he should know that I was lucky. I barely get myself backstage and, instead of going to check any agents or doctors, I went off to my locker room to be by myself. I just couldn’t face anyone else right now.
I should be happy with that victory. After all, I won and now I am another step closer to getting a chance of becoming a two time FSW Champion. However I don’t feel victorious at all. I use to finish my matches with a radiant flourish. I use to adapt to all my opponents. I use to keep my head above the tides of doubt. But now I’m struggling to get back up from my matches. I find myself trailing behind my opponents. And this isn’t the first time I’ve felt this drowning feeling. Hm? I swear I didn’t pack a blue G-string in my bag. Maybe Shannon packed it. Heh, clearly she likes me in these…
But how can I really like how I’m doing at the moment? I use to be able to stand up tall but now it feels like the ground is opening up, getting ready to swallow me as I pull out a camcorder from out of my bag and press record.
“So here we are again Lexie Glass. We have fought each other in the past and have each obtained a victory over the other. Sure your win was in a triple threat match while my victory was with zero outside interference. But at the end of the day we are only one to one against each other. So I guess that, the FSW, we’ll get to see who the better one of us is. Your ‘Syndicate’ or my miracle…see you there Lexie…”
After finishing my words I reach over and switch the recording off. Is this glumness I’m feeling discontent? I’m uncertain as a sigh leaves my lips before I start to get changed out of my ring attire.
I should be happy with that victory. After all, I won and now I am another step closer to getting a chance of becoming a two time FSW Champion. However I don’t feel victorious at all. I use to finish my matches with a radiant flourish. I use to adapt to all my opponents. I use to keep my head above the tides of doubt. But now I’m struggling to get back up from my matches. I find myself trailing behind my opponents. And this isn’t the first time I’ve felt this drowning feeling. Hm? I swear I didn’t pack a blue G-string in my bag. Maybe Shannon packed it. Heh, clearly she likes me in these…
But how can I really like how I’m doing at the moment? I use to be able to stand up tall but now it feels like the ground is opening up, getting ready to swallow me as I pull out a camcorder from out of my bag and press record.
“So here we are again Lexie Glass. We have fought each other in the past and have each obtained a victory over the other. Sure your win was in a triple threat match while my victory was with zero outside interference. But at the end of the day we are only one to one against each other. So I guess that, the FSW, we’ll get to see who the better one of us is. Your ‘Syndicate’ or my miracle…see you there Lexie…”
After finishing my words I reach over and switch the recording off. Is this glumness I’m feeling discontent? I’m uncertain as a sigh leaves my lips before I start to get changed out of my ring attire.