Post by Brenna Gordon on Apr 25, 2016 20:18:14 GMT -5
[Except posted from bornofmyth.blogspot.com
Dated: April 24th, 2016]
Dated: April 24th, 2016]
Hello again, PCW.
Mm... I should come up with different ways of greeting you all, shouldn't I? I mean, if everything remains stable and I don't have to disappear again, then I'm going to eventually garner my own Constant Readers-- and please don't sue me, Stephen King. I don't have anything you'd want beyond some of her better delusions, and even those would grow shabby for you fast. They did for me, but that's beside the point. What I'm trying to say is that I intend on being around for a good long time, and so far? I'm doing everything right when it comes to establishing myself as a name to watch out for. Going two and oh isn't anything more than a promising start, though, not when I know that I've got more rounds of the Icemann Invitational Tournament to get through... but even that is the least of my worries at the moment, believe it or not. Before I have the opportunity to advance toward that Golden Ticket of a prize, I've got-- mm, you know what? Opponent and opportunity not only have the first syllable in common, but they perfectly represent what has got to be the biggest challenge I've faced to date.
After all... you're a part of PCW's legacy, aren't you Grimm?
You might have recently lost the World Championship, but I'm not about to sit here and act like that makes you less of a wrestler since let's be real, here-- not many people make it to that level of competition, much less lay claim to the strap. That's not even touching how you've held that title multiple times, along with most of the other championships that PCW has. I've touched upon the idea of accolades and title reigns not guaranteeing success when I was dealing with Camron Creed, but Hell... you're an entirely different level of that kind of experience, and I'm not afraid to admit that the idea of going up against you scares me. You're an absolute staple, a cornerstone of PCW... a part of its bedrock. There's one thing about bedrock, though, that I think you should keep in mind.
It erodes with the passage of time.
No matter how solid the village built atop it seems? All of your experience brings with it wear and tear, vulnerabilities from years upon years of going out there and going through Hell in the name of earning or defending a title, trying to seize an opportunity... or just trying to survive until the bell rings and the match comes to an end. And while I might not have all of the tools in my proverbial shed that you do? Mine are in far better shape. There's not a single crack to be seen in any of them, as a matter of fact--but there's more than a few in yours, now aren't there? Not that it guarantees my victory by any means, but it sure as Hell makes that uphill battle in front of me that little bit easier, and that's something I'll take. I'll also take each and every last thing you have to throw at me, as a matter of fact, until I find one of those cracks that I talked about so that I can flow right in and take you unawares. And considering the storms I weathered at her hands?
I can take anything you throw at me, and that's a promise I will go to the ends of the Earth to keep if I have to.
You're familiar with those reaches, aren't you? Those distant plains, the peaks and valleys and caves and tunnels that are the topography of where exhaustion gives way to greatness. You probably know them like the back of your hand, as many time as you've been there to drag wins out of situations that looked impossible. If drawing maps of such was possible, you'd likely make a mint selling them to the desperate and the inexperienced--or to anyone that had a few bucks to spare. You don't seem the sort to judge a way to earn a dollar, so long as it's fair. You know the terrain inside of yourself, sure enough... but you don't know the deeps of the black water from whence I came. You have no inkling of what swims in those depths, what calls the hidden fathoms of my own limits home-- I don't think anyone does, her included. That has to drive her absolutely crazier than she already is, but that's beside the point. What I'm trying to say is that even I don't know what those reaches have in store... or where they end. So at Trauma? I'm gonna take a deep breath and I'm gonna keep pushing until I can't push anymore. Will that leave your shoulders on the mat, or mine? Guess there's only one way to find out. So before you ask me...
Yes, Phinehas. I'm ready to dance with the devil in the pale moonlight.
Just don't be too surprised if I'm still standing when the sun rises, alright?
