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Post by Violet Amelia Holt on Jun 27, 2022 0:59:09 GMT -5
Dr. Kimmy Lumis is a world renown psychiatrist who has helped many professional wrestlers who could be heading towards a mental breakdown. So many have come out feeling better about themselves. Out of all the professional wrestlers she has treated, only one has failed to be successfully treated according to her standards. Dr. Lumis doesn't quite understand why her methods had failed her.
On June 14, 2022, Dr. Lumis was watching Tuesday Night Riot after receiving a very cryptic text from one of her patients. Dr. Lumis had a feeling that something bad was going to happen. As the show went on, she was enjoying seeing the action and how well these wrestlers worked well together. Then Devon Ryder appears on her screen, this was the first time seeing this man and she had an uneasy feeling come over her.
< Dr. Lumis > I just feel something bad is about to happen.
She says to herself as her eyes continued to watch the screen. After Devon had stopped talking, Kimmy let out a soft sigh before her eyes widen as a sudden chill ran down her spine and Violet Amelia Holt appears on her television screen.
< Dr. Lumis > This can't be good.
Dr. Lumis watches with nervous anticipation about what is going to occur. After the altercation and watching Violet put an innocent woman in danger; Dr. Lumis quickly snatches her phone up off the coffee table in front of her, brings up Violet's name and shoots her text. Dr. Lumis places her phone back down as she rubs her hand across her face.
A few days after the incident on Riot, Dr. Lumis is sitting inside a fairly large room with the walls painted a lemon yellow color and posters of different flowers hanging sporadically around the room. She has a beige colored couch with a similar style chair near the end of the couch. Dr. Lumis is wearing a black pencil skirt with a button down blouse. Her strawberry blonde hair is tossed up in a sharp ponytail as she sits behind her desk waiting for her next appointment.
A few hours later, Violet Amelia Holt enters the room with menacing demeanor and a malicious grin plastered on her face as she pats the APEX "Canadian Domination" Championship sitting over her right shoulder.
< Dr. Lumis > Hello Violet!
< Violet Amelia Holt > What do you want Dr. Lumis?
Dr. Lumis lifts her eyes up from the mounds of paperwork and gives a warm smile towards Violet. Violet sighs heavily while rolling her eyes at the kind doctor.
< Dr. Lumis > Please, have a seat Violet?
< Violet Amelia Holt > Why? Don't you just love my new accessory. It's real shiny.
< Dr. Lumis > Does that belong to you?
Violet snaps her head up and looks at Dr. Lumis with a very dark look in her eyes. Dr. Lumis holds her hand up as Violet snarls.
< Violet Amelia Holt > Why do you even care? I put my body through literal hell for this precious belt.
< Dr. Lumis > Violet, you stole that belt from it's rightful......
Before she could finish her sentence, Violet takes a few steps toward her, places the championship belt softly on the chair in front of the desk before slamming her hands down directly in front of her psychiatrist.
< Violet Amelia Holt > Stole!? Stole? Is that what you think Dr. Lumis?
Violet slowly walks around the desk as her demeanor suddenly changed. A look of fear comes over Dr. Lumis' face as Violet gets closer to her.
< Violet Amelia Holt > What's the matter Doc? Did you lose the ability to speak?
Dr. Lumis stammers as Violet shakes her head before slamming her hand down onto the doctor's hand. The doctor tried to scream but her mouth is covered by Violet's other hand.
< Violet Amelia Holt > Now, now, why would you try and do something stupid like that Dr. Lumis? Didn't you want to have a STELLAR session with your star patient? We can't do it if you call for security.
Violet slowly removes her hand from around Dr. Lumis' mouth.
< Dr. Lumis > You are insane.
< Violet Amelia Holt > Is that what you really think about me?
Violet laughs maniacally before grabbing the back of Kimmy's head and slams it down onto the desk. She unplugs the phone from the base as Dr. Lumis raises her head from the desk. Violet snatches her head back while brushing the hair out of her eyes.
< Violet Amelia Holt > I am not insane Kimmy. I am perfectly capable of keeping my fucking cool.
< Dr. Lumis > Is that why you stole something that doesn't belong to you? Or is it because you are no longer daddy's fav......
Violet backhands her therapist before grabbing a handul of her hair and pulling her face closer.
< Violet Amelia Holt > I didn't steal a fucking thing. That championship belt belongs to me and I will be damned if I remotely let that boring troglodyte destroy something that I fucking love.
Dr. Lumis is holding her face as Violet lets go of her and walks over toward the window.
< Dr. Lumis > You didn't answer my question about your father. Why?
Violet glances over her shoulder.
< Violet Amelia Holt > Do you have a death wish?
< Dr. Lumis > Chuckles It seems that I struck a nerve. Do you still have daddy issues? Is that why you do all of these violent matches? Are you hoping to gsin his respect?
Violet takes a glance out of the window before walking back towards Dr. Lumis. Without saying another word, Violet cold cocks her therapist across the jaw and watches as she falls back into her chair. Violet looks closely into her glazed over eyes.
< Violet Amelia Holt > Session over.
Violet says in a very malicious tone. She walks over to the chair, picks up the championship belt and walks calmly out of the building. A silver sedan pulls up next to the curve as Violet gets into the passenger seat before it peels out of the parking lot.
A few miles down the road, the scene shifts inside the car where Shelby Holt is driving with the other Collateral Damage Championship belt sitting on the backseat and Violet clutching the redesigned belt with the Canadian Maple Leaf on the front plate.
< Shelby Holt > How did it go?
< Violet Amelia Holt > It went well.
Shelby looks down at Violet's hands as blood smears are on her knuckles. Shelby shakes her head while trying to keep her eyes on the road.
< Shelby Holt > What the fuck did you do Violet?
The tone in Shelby's voice catches Violet off guard as she hears her innocent sister throw out an f bomb.
< Violet Amelia Holt > My, oh, my! Shelby Holt, do you kiss your father with that mouth?
< Shelby Holt > Cut the shit Violet. Did you attack another therapist?
Violet bites her bottom lip as Shelby slams one of her hands onto the steering wheel.
< Shelby Holt > God damn it Violet! You really need to get that anger of yours under control.
< Violet Amelia Holt > You know something Shelby. I have tried to control my temper. I have tried to keep my rage in check but I am starting to wonder is it fucking worth it. I mean just listening to that Canadian fucktard talk about how he is this great professional wrestler really pisses me the fuck off. He has no earthly idea how easy I could snap his ankle like a fucking twig or how I could make his legs and spine hurt for days. No, this fucking clown doesn't see all of the submission holds I have perfected. He doesn't like gimmick matches but yet we are in a gimmick match. I mean submission matches are basically no disqualification. So in reality, he is still playing my game just with different rules.
< Shelby Holt > How do you know that Devon Ryder isn't thinking like you? I mean the man really does believe his own hype about being the best professional wrestler. You can't deny that he is talented.
Violet laughs out loud while looking over at her naive sister.
< Violet Amelia Holt > The only talent Devon Ryder has is the gift for talking but even then half the crap he says are straight fiction. I mean this guy couldn't wrestle his way out of a plastic bag. Let's not forget, he will be coming into this match with a shit ton of emotion. That's why I nearly snapped his girlfriend's ankle and I took this beauty. I wanted to see what mattered most in his life. It's so obvious that his beloved is just a fucking prop. All he cares about is being this high and mighty hero from Canada while trying to pretend to give a damn about the lineage with this belt. That's where I fucking come in and save this division from an egomaniac.
Devon Ryder has never faced this Violet before and I am sure he will not know what to fucking do. I am not the violence junkie. I am the submission specialist that will ruin his two week reign. I am the Violet Amelia Holt who will go down in history for being a two time Collateral Damage champion.
Violet pauses as she shifts the championship belt from in front of her chest to over her free shoulder.
You know Devon, I must really say thank you but what good would that do for me? All it will show is how weak and fragile your fucking ego is these days. I'm not going to let you take credit for this psychotic break some have called it. I just say this is the result of you idiots not heeding my warning. Now that monster is unleashed, she is her to seek and destroy.
Her first target is Devon Ryder. You could have avoided all of this Devon. All you had to do was actually fight me at Destiny. Instead, you ran like a fucking coward. Now, there is no place for you to run. I promise you Devon. If you think bringing your love thing to the ring is going to help you then I will finish what I started last Riot.
You should have stopped me at Destiny. You should have put me down but you chose not to for no reason. Now you are the reason this monster is awakened. You are the reason my thirst for pain wasn't quenched. You are the reason why this belt is back in my possession. You don't deserve it. This Riot, I will remove it off your waist and smash the plate into your face before dropping this FAKE shit on your broken body.
Violet curls her lips into a very evil grin as Shelby pulls into their apartment complex in Port Charlotte, Florida.
< Shelby Holt > Are you going to need me at ringside?
< Violet Amelia Holt > I got this sis. Devon Ryder is a talentless, worthless, piece of shit that when I lock him into the Pick Pocket there will be no escaping for his bitch ass. If that doesn't work then I'll put him through Nerdvana. It doesn't really matter because Devon Ryder is walking right into a wild hornet's nest. As for his bitch, I'll snap her fucking ankle if she gets involved.
This is my fucking time and I'm not going to let this belt slip through my fingers. Devon Ryder wanted a challenge. Well, now he is in a fight for his life and there's nothing he can do to stop it.
The engine cuts off as Shelby sees a piece of paper on the front door of their second floor apartment. She taps Violet on the shoulder as the two sisters get out. They rush up the stairs as Violet pulls the paper off. She scans it before a look of rage comes over her face.
< Violet Amelia Holt > You're a deadman.
Violet says out loud as Shelby lifts the paper up to show a picture of their father with a note from Tony. Violet enters the apartment and lets out a scream. Shelby follows her sister as the door shuts behind her.
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Post by Devon Ryder on Jun 27, 2022 4:12:54 GMT -5
Love Wins Tuesday, 28 June 3:30PM* Rage.* *That is the prevailing feeling at this moment. As I step slowly through the hotel suite that Desiree and I are renting for our pre-Riot accommodations - a ‘perk’ conferred by the champions’ bonus, I suppose - I find I am overcome with a deep and vicious fury. Ordinarily I would be anxious; I so often am before a match, especially one with such high stakes, and with which I’ve formed such a personal connection. But there is no time for that now. My mind and soul are on fire, a billion angry thoughts careening through my head like an unrelenting METEOR SHOWER; Roe v. Wade; the January 6th trials; Elon Musk’s hostile takeover of Twitter, and the ramifications it will have on the rest of the internet at large…but above it all, one name is shrieked the loudest. One meteorite, larger than the others - angrier and more aggressive, too - slams repeatedly into my psyche, leaving shards of blazing rock embedded in my core.* * Violet. Holt.* *She WILL pay for what she did to Desiree. I KNOW that I will have revenge tonight…but now is not the time for battle. Now, I need my words. I must articulate this point, speak this noble treatise, before the thought is gone. It is important to share these feelings, so those most frightened and affected will know they’re not alone. I continue my walk through the suite, towards the living room; as I move, engrossed in navigation of this meteor storm within my mind, I become vaguely aware of a red, blinking light following alongside me. A camera. The time for words has begun.* “I woke up feeling sick today. At first, I didn’t understand why…and then I remembered the news.”
*A pause. It is for effect, yes, but also to collect my thoughts. This subject is…not complicated, but inflammatory, and I know that I must be articulate now if my point is to be truly made.* “How can a country so obsessed with ‘freedom’ and ‘liberty’ do SO MUCH to exterminate them both? How is it that you can deify your constitution, build it up as some divine and unassailable decree from God himself…and still work so hard to contravene it? It never made much sense to me…but I know this was not the will of the people. I know the truth is that the majority of Americans are pro-choice, and AGREE with access to abortions and other fundamental healthcare. This is simply the will of TYRANTS, imposed upon the people by exploiting the broken, rigged systems THEY have put in place. But you don’t HAVE to put up with this; you have the power to truly make a change…and now is the time to do so. If you wait for the next ruling, it may be FAR too late.”*I pause again, once more for effect but also to impress the importance of my words. I’ve stopped walking now, and I turn to face the camera - I hope my consternation, and the severity of my message - is written on my face.* “Even if you consider yourself ‘pro-life’, and you AGREE with this decision…it is still the time to act. Because this is not about abortion. Not really. Sure, today it is abortions, but what about tomorrow? Do you truly, HONESTLY believe that this stops here? What we have witnessed here is a test; an EXPERIMENT, by the highest court in all your land, attempting to see exactly how far they can push the barriers of their legal authority. How many rights they can take from you before you all push back. Because they have TOLD you what they’re aiming for. They are not keeping their goals secret, they are PARADING them in the open because they know they’re unopposed! Justice Clarence Thomas gave his own opinion on this issue - a lone, consenting voice - and do you know what he said? I will not put his vile words in my own mouth, but suffice it to say he pushed the court to revisit other landmark rulings, such as Obergefell v. Hodges and Lawrence v. Texas, which were crucial cases dealing with LGBTQIA2S+ marriage and intimacy rights. So THAT will be what’s next. They will tear apart same-sex love and relationships, claw back rights from MILLIONS of free Americans…and if that doesn’t scare the shit out of you, it really, REALLY should.”
*A pause. I’ll let that all sink in, because they NEED to hear this.” “Because they WILL NOT stop there. It began with Roe v. Wade, and it will carve a path through Hodges and Lawrence...but where do you suppose this railroad ends? What could possibly be their goal? Is it women's voting rights? Once they’ve had their fill of the 14th Amendment, perhaps they’ll come for the 19th, and ‘revisit’ Leser v. Garnett. Or what about segregation? Access to education and public services? Will we see them strike down Brown v. Board of Education? That may sound unthinkable...but look at what they've JUST DONE. I don’t believe it’s a stretch to imagine that they’d go so far. These laws are all about control. They are about clinging desperately to power like rats trapped on a sinking ship and keeping EVERYONE below them stuck in poverty too inescapable to ever make a difference, or challenge their status quo. And who are usually the intended targets of such laws? Who, above all others, do these old, white, conservative politicians ultimately want to control? I’ll give you a hint…they don’t usually look like ME.”*Having reached the living room, I pause again. I stare into the room, eyes falling upon Desiree - my angel - reclining on the couch just opposite our rather large picture window. The skyline of the city stretches out before her, robust and full of life, its concrete fingers gripping greedily at the grey and dreary sky. I slowly make my way towards her - my lighthouse, my Eden, the rock upon which I shall rest - and she turns herself to meet me. Our eyes lock, and I’m drowning, engulfed by the murky depths of wonder and intrigue that always seem to glint with a devious little flicker whenever I draw near. A beat. I slide into the seat beside her, still vaguely aware of the camera’s blinking light on my periphery. She pecks my cheek, slowly bringing a hand up to caress the flesh and send goosebumps down my spine…but she shakes her head. She says nothing, but I can read the meaning in her eyes:* Focus, Devon.*Alright, my darling. Focus. Now is not the time for love…now is the time for words. With every ounce of energy, I turn my eyes away from the Goddess of my Everything, focusing them instead back on the camera which is now positioned just across from us. The blinking light continues begging. I give it what it wants.* “Now, I know that I’ve gone on a while - this all has a point, I promise - but if you’ll indulge me, I would like to tell you a story. This story is about a lovely young woman named Mildred, who fell madly in love with a man named Richard. Now, Mildred was born Mildred Jeter, in Central Point, Virginia - the same town as her future husband, Richard Loving. Mildred and Richard both grew up together; they attended the same schools, and their families were great friends, so the children saw each other frequently…even as society itself conspired to keep the two apart. You see, Richard was white, and Mildred was black, and even though Central Point was what was known, at that time, as a ‘mixed community’ - today, we would just call them ‘communities’ - this was not technically true by LAW. Central Point - and, indeed, ALL of Virginia at that time - was still struggling under the yoke of Jim Crow. Under ordinary circumstances, this would have kept Mildred and Richard far apart…but love, as they say, will ALWAYS find a way. Even when faced with seemingly-impossible odds, as long as it is TRUE, love. Always. Wins. And it won again in this case.”*A pause. A beat. The seed has been planted, now it needs the water.* “Mildred and Richard loved each other deeply. Everyone who knew them could see that this was true, and since the families had often worked so closely with one another, when the pair of them began dating…nobody seemed to bat an eye. It was, in fact, rather expected. As were the two deciding to cohabitate. From there, it was only natural that they’d conceive a child, and - being, as this was, the 1960s, and since Richard was an honourable gentleman - that OF COURSE meant he had to ask Mildred to marry him. And marry they did. For a while, it was wonderful; newlyweds, madly in love, moving in together to carve out a new life in the home they both grew up in…but in the end, the magic faded. While most within their close community accepted them, SOMEONE, SOMEWHERE, did not, and they phoned the police to round them up. I’d like you to just…stop, and…consider that, for a moment. This couple was arrested - brought up on CRIMINAL CHARGES - because they chose to get married, and their skin colours didn’t match. Fortunately for the Lovings, it seems the police in Central Point had already filled their ‘unarmed African-American murder quota’ for the week, so instead of shooting poor Mildred in the back because they ‘felt threatened’, instead they gave the couple a choice: leave their home, or go to prison. If Mildred and Richard Loving agreed to move out of state, to somewhere with more ‘progressive’ marriage laws, then they would not have any trouble. This is what they chose, of course. You may call that cowardice, but I do not; I think they made the best decision they could to protect all that they loved.”
“But Mildred and Richard Loving’s story does not end there. For a TIME, they moved to Washington - for a TIME, I’m sure, they were content in their new home. But injustice has a way of…festering. It itches at the spirit, constantly nagging in the backs of our minds, never allowing us to rest until we DO something about it. And this is precisely what the Lovings did. They wrote a letter to Robert F. Kennedy - the Attorney General, at that time - who directed them to the American Civil Liberties Union. The ACLU were very interested in helping the Lovings with their case, and they filed an appeal…which the judge immediately rejected. I will not repeat his vile words now, but it was NOT adequate reasoning for denying the appeal. So the ACLU tried again, with a higher district court this time. They filed motions, appeals, all on behalf of the Lovings who only wanted to move back to Virginia, to live in the place they loved and called their home. Eventually, after SO many failed appeals and SO much time in legal limbo…the case finally reached the supreme court. The more astute among you - or the more political, perhaps - probably don’t need me to tell you what happened next. But I will, if only for the sake of wrapping up loose ends. The Supreme Court ruled on Mildred and Richard’s case - dubbed Loving v. Virginia - unanimously in their favour, which saw the anti-miscegenation law in not only Virginia, but NATIONWIDE, stricken down, and allowed the Lovings to move back to their childhood home. It ALSO freed many OTHER couples to finally pursue their right to marriage, and saw the interracial marriage rate quadruple in some Southern states. This opened the floodgates for a trend which continues to grow even to this day, and is still recognized as one of the most momentous cases in the U.S. Supreme Court’s history.”*I pause the story here. I’ve thrown a lot of information at the audience just now, and I’m certain they’ll need some time to digest it all. I am aware that I’ve been rambling…but the seed has finally sprouted. Now begins the harvest.* "Now, I promised this all had a point…and it does. The POINT is that, through all of the trials and insurmountable hurdles life conspired to thrust upon them, Mildred and Richard Loving never gave up. They faced aggressive opposition, hostilities on all sides from those who would not understand that true love transcends complexion. They were faced with death threats, jail time, separation from their families and their home…but they still. Kept. Fighting. No matter how many times the courts would shoot them down…the Lovings would not fall. Their commitment in the face of hatred, their RELENTLESS quest against injustice - embodies everything that I aspire to be. The Lovings are TRUE heroes, because they fought for what was right - they fought for LOVE - no matter what...and they won.”*I slowly inhale, now, pausing my tirade long enough to let the words sink in. I steal a sidelong glance at Desiree, who gives me her perfect smile and a nod.* “But what if they choose to re-examine THAT ruling at some point in the future? What happens if - or, if we can be more realistic, WHEN - the regressive, Republican regime currently dominating that bench decides that they no longer feel comfortable with the ‘mixing of the races’. I hope you don’t need to be in my relationship to know why that should be a terrifying, INFURIATING thought. If you allow - if WE allow - the Supreme Court of the US to roll back even more hard-earned civil rights, if we allow them to legislate LOVE, then the Lovings’ fight will be for nought. More than that, it will fall to us to fight that same battle all over again! We will, ALL of us, be thrust into a landscape where we are forced to retread old ground, stitching together wounds that should have already closed. We will be fighting constant battles that have already been won! And that is also where I find myself tonight.”*I pause, both for dramatic effect and so I can collect myself. Desiree squeezes my hand softly, letting her thumb trace along my knuckles, and the action soothes my fiery thoughts so I can choose my next words carefully.* “Violet, I don’t know if you’re too STUPID or too ARROGANT to understand what you’ve done. It didn’t NEED to be this way. I already beat you once, remember? I FOUGHT you one-on-one, I took every ounce of pain and punishment that you could possibly throw at me, and in the end…I won. I BEAT you on YOUR terms, Violet…and I was content to let it go. But then you had to challenge me on MY terms. Then, you had to make this personal. Have you forgotten how things WENT for you in our last encounter? When you finally stepped up to wrestle me…do you remember how you LOST? I will do that to you again. I will lock-up with you, in the middle of the ring, I will tie your limbs in knots, I will make you SCREAM …and I will embarrass you. I will make you a laughing stock for even SUGGESTING that you're a legitimate professional wrestler, let alone one of the same calibre as Devon Ryder. On your BEST DAY, I could wrestle CIRCLES around you. And do you know why? Because you don't care. About the sport, about morality, about integrity or honour or the LEGACY you leave behind…you don't care about ANY of it. But I do. I care very deeply, Violet. And that's what separates us."*I turn again to Desiree now, softly placing a kiss upon her scarlet-painted lips and leaning my forehead against hers. We linger here for a long moment, together, as she gently strokes my cheek. I am aware, peripherally, of the camera, still blinking expectantly at both of us against the ambient lighting of the room. I ignore it. In this second - this brief, but beautiful eternity - Desiree is all that matters. I inhale. I allow myself to break away, to remember all that’s happened until now to get us to this point. My teeth clench. As I turn back to face the camera, my thoughts turning again to Violet, I am seething on the inside. Watching the footage back later, Desiree tells me there is fire in my eyes. I feel it.* "Some have claimed that I care too much. That I fall in love too hard, and I let my emotions get the best of me. Some have even told me I should compromise on my convictions, to make people more comfortable with what I’m saying. I will only say this once, so I implore you to pay attention: I don’t CARE if you feel uncomfortable with me. In fact, I hope you DO, because comfort is the enemy of change. It is only when we feel uncomfortable, when we feel challenged, that we can strive for something BETTER. And I will challenge you tonight, Violet. Because YOU have challenged ME. You’ve kicked the hornet’s nest. You have stepped into the den of the lion, walked RIGHT up to the king of the jungle and put your hands upon his Queen…how can you expect anything but furious, animal violence in response?”*Another pause. Desiree’s hand finds the space between my shoulder blades and slowly moves in circles, trying to calm me in this moment. She succeeds…but not enough.* “But please make no mistake, Violet. This does NOT make me like you. You PROVOKED what I will do tonight. MY anger is righteous...can you say the same for yours? I don’t think you can. I won’t say you’re unambitious, Violet; you DO strive, you DO keep fighting, even in the face of failure…but you don’t do it for the right REASONS. You don’t fight because you care. There is nothing noble in your struggle, because you are not fighting for a cause. You are not trying to improve society, and you are not trying to improve YOURSELF. You don’t fight to send a message, or uphold some glorious set of principles or values; you fight because you LIKE it. You fight for yourself. Every battle you have ever taken part in has been designed to prove to the world that Violet Amelia Holt is just as perfect as she thinks she is. THAT is why we are different, Violet. And it is why you will NEVER deserve that title belt. Because my battles have all had meaning. When I fight, I fight for LOVE. EVERYTHING that I have EVER done within this company - every steel chair shot I have taken, every submission hold I have struggled in but not tapped out, every FINISHING MOVE I’ve kicked out of...I have done for her.”*I pause, shifting my gaze to Desiree again. I am vaguely aware that the camera follows me, turning to focus on her as well, but this was not my intention. I simply needed to see her. To collect myself. To REMEMBER what I’m fighting for. I inhale, squeezing her hand in mine as I turn my eyes back on the camera. The insistent red light continues to blink back at me.* “I would not expect you to understand that, Violet. You so clearly have nobody in your OWN life who remotely matters to you. But there is NOTHING I would not do for meu amor. There is no Hell I would not walk through, no PAIN I could not take…no enemy I would not conquer in order to keep her safe. So remember that, when you’re screaming in agony tonight. Remember that, when you’re lying defeated on the mat, staring at the lights, with tears welling in your eyes as you finally realize you’ve FAILED your one and only shot at redeeming yourself after Destiny. Remember that actions carry consequences, Violet, and when ANYONE stands against true love…"*Once again, I pause - for effect, this time. I hold for just a beat, and when I speak again my tone of voice matches the intensity I’m holding in my soul.* “Love. Always. Wins.”*With those words, it’s finished. They will add ‘American Woman’, I’m sure, to cap this off in post, and I can hear it in my head as I glare daggers through the camera. I hold just long enough to give them what they need - and so my words can truly sink in - then the blinking light shuts off. The time for words has ended… Now, I go to war.*
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