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Post by Josiah Cena on Aug 13, 2021 11:10:07 GMT -5
PWS: APEX RIOT Tuesday, August 24th, 2021 Wells Fargo Center - Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Singles Match Sierra Williams vs. Chris Blade
RP Deadline Monday, August 23 at 11:59pm est 1 rp each, 300 word minimum, 5000 word maximum
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Post by Sierra Williams on Aug 23, 2021 2:37:21 GMT -5
Bring me hope Take me home I think I’m ready to be on my own Close my eyes Lay me down I think it’s time that I take some time To be alone again
It’s not over.
Hospitals. Most people hate them. And doctors. After all, whenever you see a doctor they tell you there is something wrong with you. And then there was the walk. Every single wall, every hallway, every single seat window and door way. It all looked the same no matter where you turned or where you walked. The only things that made anything indistinguishable were the signs above telling you what part of the hospital you were in and what kind of people they were treating.
Then there was the smell. Everything always seemed to be so clean, sterile, the air conditioning turned up to the point where all you could feel was cold air, And the silence, there was no sound, no life. Hospitals were supposed to be a place where people could get healthy, when lives were saved. But instead? You would walk in and feel as if everyone was already dead. This is what Sierra and her family were dealing with. It has been a week since Sierra and her mother had found her father on the floor. Unresponsive, not moving and not breathing
The memory plate over in her mind, every day almost every single waking moment was spent thinking back to that moment. Dialling 911, giving the operator all the information she could while trying to stay calm, and failing.
She had come in to see her father every day. Since coming back from the last show, she had not gone to the gym to train. Sierra had spent all of her time at the hospital all with her mother. It hurt so much and the worst part was the guilt. Those precious moments where her mother was yelling at her to call 911, had those seconds made a difference? If she had acted straight away would it be different? And what if they had got back sooner? Would that have made a difference?, no one really knows. But that did not stop her from blaming herself
Lachlan knew.
He had tried to talk to her. Tried to sit down with his wife and explain why it wasn’t her fault, the words fell on deaf ears. Not because Sierra didn’t respect what he had to say, not even because she thought he was wrong. It was just because right now at this time Sierra was nomb. So was everyone else in the family. Her brothers both tried to play the strong silent type, staying stoic and strong. Sierra was unable to feel, her mother went the opposite direction weeping, crying and being almost inconsolable. And her sister? Rosa was a mixture of the two, going from unfeeling and uncaring one moment to a complete ball of emotions the next crying and weeping with their mother.
The news wasn’t good. Doctors and specialists would be in and out of the room, watching over Oscar, looking at all of his readings from the various machines and tests they had run on him for what seem to be day and night. Even now Sierra had only been at the hospital for 20 minutes and she watched three different people would go in and see him. They would check his blood pressure, his heart rate, his brain activity. And every single one of them had no answers for her. So it had come to the point where no one was asking questions, waiting to be told what was going to happen.
The waiting is the hardest part.
Rose came in tilting her head as she moved over to their mother holding out her hand to pull her mother up off the chair and take her to get food. Sierra shook her head from side to side hearing the question asked but instantly saying no. The truth is she didn’t even pay attention. And now they were in quiet moments, her mother, the siblings, her husband, kids and all of the doctors and specialists had left. All Sierra had to keep her company now was her father‘s silent and moving body. He’s shallow breathing that was being accentuated by the heart monitor beeping in rhythm. Aside from his stomach moving up and down it was the only thing that gave her hope and knowledge that he was indeed still alive.
The only evidence that would actually give her hope.
But with each hour that passed that hope would slowly start to fade. How long could this be going on? How long can a father lay there and not show any type of improvement for something negative happened? How long before one of the doctors was going to come in and give them the news that Oscar was never going to recover and they should just let him go? Cancer is not something to be messed with, it is a great equaliser in life, it doesn’t care if you’re old, doesn’t care if you’re young, it doesn’t care if you’re rich, it doesn’t care if you are poor. He doesn’t care about religion, race, sexuality or sexual identity. All cancer cares about is whether or not it can grow inside you.
Sierra: “I love you Papa”
She whispered the words, she kissed him on the forehead, she got to her feet and turned. Doctors passed her as she walked out. The colder of the air conditioning hit her in the face, it made her tears cold, tears she didn’t even realise it been shared as they rolled down her cheeks. But there was no time for that now, she had to stay strong. Because someone had to.
Dull Blade.
Sierra: “Do I have your attention now?”
Sierra slowly looked up, her hair was tied back in a bun showing her face, her cheekbones and big round eyes a central point with a scowl on her lips. She sat cross legged on the floor, the PWS Apex world title on her lap as she scoffed and shook her head.
Sierra: “For over a year, I have carried this company on my back. Even back when Mac was the champion he wasn’t the focal point. He would turn up every so often and defend his title, look into the camera throw up a few swear words and then leave. He wasn’t the kind of champion that this place needed or deserved. And who else was there? Nick Madison? No. Malachi tried his hardest, and as good as Malachi is he was not able to reach the same heights that I have. No, the truth is that it had to be me.”
“But, since winning this championship all I have heard is that my title reign is irrelevant. From people like Gracie Lopez and Heather Haze. People who seem to believe themselves to be worthy of the championship. But, that is the difference between me and everyone else in this company.”
“They BELIEVE things. I know things.”
“I know I’m the world champion, I know I deserve it, I know that it will take someone truly special to actually beat me and I know I need to make PWS Apex special. I know what I have to do to get there, and it damn sure isn’t going to be by getting on a list for having the best abs or ass. I will drag PWS Apex kicking and screaming toi the place it needs to be and I will do it in spite of itself.”
“See this might come as a shock to some of you but I love this business. I love professional wrestling.”
Sierra pauses for a moment and looks down at the PWS Apex title and then back up again with a small smile on her face.
Sierra: “This championship title means I am the best in this company and I also believe I am the top of the damn wrestling food chain. I don’t need to go around and say that I’m the GOAT and while I do say I am La mejor del mundo, it’s more tongue in cheek than a declaration of meaning. The declarations I make are physical. I did it by coming into this company and setting it on fire week in and week out by beating everyone they put in front of me. I have done it by beating the best of the best here.”
“And to think, I almost had the passion and love for wrestling beaten out of me. I was told I wasn’t good enough, that I should go back to working menial jobs, that my fathers name was the only reason anyone would fucking look at me. I was told after I had my first daughter that my career was over and I should just go home, be a mom and give up on my dreams. And when I came back WWH almost broke me by holding me down. DIVISION promised great things but then never delivered, and SCW reignited my love for wrestling and then when they quickly realised their fucking mistake in making the raging inferno they tried to suffocate those flames…”
“So, I came here….”
“And all I needed, all I ever wanted was a fair shot and to have no one holding me back, cause I knew if I had a fair shake that there was not one person in this company or any company that could stop me. And this championship is proof of that...but being the champion and being as dominant as I am has come with a price and it is a price I have been willing to pay up until this point.”
Sierra pushes up to her feet, her hands sliding into the pockets of her jeans after setting the PWS Apex title to the side.
Sierra: “With the nature of the business, they have been weeks where I’ve been left off the card. Weeks where I haven’t had a match because management to figure out who the next contender is to step up and face me. And as such sometimes I’m not asked to appear on the show. So instead I stay home and I train, I don’t turn up to the shows to appear for all the fans because I don’t see the point. But now I’ve done paying that price, I am done being punished for being that damn good.”
“So, I have insisted that I’m booked. I don’t care who I will face I don’t care who I booked against. I will turn up I will get in the ring with whoever they decide needs to face me I will bury them and move on until someone good enough steps up to try and take this title away from me. And that first person is Chris blade.”
“Forgive me If I’m not unbelievably hyped up to get in the ring with him. The truth is, this is going to be a massacre. It’s gonna be a one-sided pounding and I’m swinging a hammer. Sierra Williams is going to show everyone why she is the world champion and there isn’t a dam thing any want to do about it. The entire crowd will stop and chant, kill Sierra kill."
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