Post by Gunner on Oct 21, 2022 22:07:50 GMT
ADRENALINE X | RE-BIRTH.
For one singular moment, even if it doesn’t last… I want to feel as if I belong.
For what feels like an abated lifetime, I’ve believed these these words could be defined with an abundance of meaning — that my yearning for something grander wouldn’t be met with ridicule or disgust, but rather, the humility that I’d practiced repeatedly on attaining would eventually transform into an abundance of respect. However, when I look at the past calendar year, the act of disgust that I once feared could be bestowed upon me by those who chose to follow my journey — it wasn’t them who I needed to be weary of. Y’see, as I began to finally look into the mirror once again, the reflection that I witnessed staring directly back at me — it wasn’t one I was necessarily proud of, instead it was disgust. And more importantly, for myself.
For longer than I can remember, I’ve seen an image that doesn’t reflect the talent I clearly embody, which has allowed my successes to be continuously squandered, with others not being put through a similar amount of misery, simply because I’ve allowed it. Nonetheless, there comes a point within any individual’s career within this defined sport, where you must look at the direction you’re currently heading in, and think to yourself — is all of this worth it? Without a shadow of doubt, proving that not a single soul on this planet holds a candle to the absolute natural talent I’ve embodied since the first moment I stepped into this business. While people might’ve forgotten this outstanding truth for a moment, it’s about damn time that these people in question come to the undeniable realization — that this was singlehandedly the bleakest moment in their pathetic lives. Luckily enough, I’ve been given an opportunity to prove this to be the truth, as the rebirth of The Aviator officially begins tonight.
In an attempt to rewrite history, at times you must revisit the relationships that formed beforehand…
If I can be honest for a moment, while failure has become a recurring theme in the past year or so, success hasn’t eluded me in the slightest either, and I can’t think of a better example of who’s aware of this than Roxie Gearheart! While you haven’t always been front-and-center from where I chose to stand, you witnessed the success I clearly craved for, and after months of sacrificing everything I once held dear — I could finally call myself a World Champion. Nonetheless, as we both witnessed firsthand, I didn’t do it for myself, but rather those that surrounded the environment that I laid claim to — and they attempted to claim it as their own. For as much as I treasured finding my identity within this industry, the moment meant much less when my own triumphs were no longer looked at as my own — but rather a stepping stone for another individual’s ventures, but I pride myself on not making the same mistake twice.
I’ve witnessed you expand your legacy throughout the entirety of the globe, with gold covering your waist more often than not, and I’d never doubt the lasting impression you’ve left on this sport. However, as someone speaking as a first-hand witness to your triumphant performances, I’ve seen it manifest dating back almost three years — when you continued to realize your undeniable potential, and captured yet another World Championship — and on my very first night in the industry, at that. It’s quite remarkable, but what you seemingly fail to realize, I’ve had years, waiting for a perfect opportunity like this to arise, while you must’ve figured I’d vanish into a state of relevancy. Nonetheless, this couldn’t be further from the truth, no matter where you’ve decided to dedicate your craft, I’ve been there to watch the beauty of it all unfold. But now? There simply isn’t enough space for the two of us to share an adequate amount of spotlight, which is why this weekend — my vow of casting you out of relevancy will reign true by the inevitable conclusion of this weekend.
However, while the opportunity to tear you apart limb-by-limb in a significant one-on-one setting, it has become clear that this specific task doesn’t come without obstacles of its own. Instead of putting forth everything that I’ve seemingly lost — and releasing that utter rage that has inevitably built up inside of me all upon you — I must now share that agony equally. While it hasn’t been for an admittedly long period of time, I’ve scouted BIANCA from afar, hoping to see a similar drive that I once had, in an attempt to harness it, and bring it back to life inside of my own wellbeing. Nonetheless, all I’ve seemed to find is a lack of drive and fortitude coursing through your veins — and honestly, it makes me sick to my stomach. In the past several months, I’ve had the unlucky pleasure to share a locker-room with you, and with that, have seen countless opportunities be handed directly to you, and with the entire world watching on — YOU FAILED!
Even after everything that’s been given, the worst part of it all — it’s that you didn’t give a damn in the first place, and it doesn’t sit right with me, not one bit.No matter how those around the globe feel about me, their emotions simply don’t matter in the slightest, but I never once gave up. However, the same can’t be said for you, because since the very first time we locked eyes on one another — failure was something you were perfectly capable of accepting — but not me. That’s why this weekend is so crucially important, if I were to lose alongside Flux, I wouldn’t be any better than you, any opportunity at clear superiority would be lost, and a chance at true re-birth wouldn’t be plausible — and that’s something I can’t live with. Which is why this weekend will be one to remember.
It will be the remembrance of my shot at redemption.