Post by twilight on Nov 14, 2019 14:12:27 GMT -5
Sister
So I have been waiting for Cassandra to come alive and speak to me. It appears she is happier with the IC title. Good. That is her place for now. I am sure she will one day wear the world title. But that day is not today. And not tommorrow. And not on this coming Tuesday night Titans.
You remind me of a sister I had long ago. She was brazen. She was brave. She was a good hunter as well. She feared no man and no person.
The year was 1790. We were living in Virginia, my sister was 16 and I was 14. We spent all of our time together. My mother tried to domesticize her, wanted her to find a good man, marry and have children of her own. But my sister, her name was Hazel. She had other ideas. She wanted to create a trading shop, for hunters, indians, and fur traders. She wanted to be in charge of her own life. She was my hero. She would laugh and joke and said I could come work for her. And honestly that didnt sound like a bad idea.
But my sister did not know her own limits. One day while hunting we ran into a black bear, he was huge, bigger than us combined. My sister did not see him as a threat, and proceeded to use her musket to shoot him. Already visions in her mind that everyone would tell folk tales of the young woman who took down a black bear.
She aimed and fired, the bear went down in a hush of blood and screams, she readied her knife as she approached, sure that the end was near. She was right. The bear was not dead, he had only been winded and was more in shock than anything else. As she approached with her knfie he got up, mauled her, and I trying to save my sister, I got mauled too.
We layed there blood trickling from us, our life draining. We held hands as the last bit of light left us. I miss her very much.
So sister Cassandra let me be clear. Do not be overconfident. Do not let the best of you turn into the worst of you. Do you understand? Tell me sister have I made myself clear. Till now you’ve been on cruise control, and you think because you’ve beaten a few people you are something? You are nothing. You speak to people as if they are beneath you. You speak to people as if they deserve no respect. Everyone deserves some respect. All living creatures deserve respect.
That bear that day deserved respect but my sister did not see that, nor understand that, she only saw what the bear would mean for her. It was not out of need to protect herself, it wasnt out of hunger, no one eats bear. It was out of some sense of purpose that was only for her. She thought it would bring her glory and prosperity. Give her some fame. But the bear was innocent and was living his life as he should. Till my sister appeared. When you lack respect for life, life has a way of evening things out. Always.
And in our situation right now. I am that black bear. And you are not showing me the proper respect. Sister, that is a mistake. A big one.
Sister. I will see you on Titans.
Fade to light
So I have been waiting for Cassandra to come alive and speak to me. It appears she is happier with the IC title. Good. That is her place for now. I am sure she will one day wear the world title. But that day is not today. And not tommorrow. And not on this coming Tuesday night Titans.
You remind me of a sister I had long ago. She was brazen. She was brave. She was a good hunter as well. She feared no man and no person.
The year was 1790. We were living in Virginia, my sister was 16 and I was 14. We spent all of our time together. My mother tried to domesticize her, wanted her to find a good man, marry and have children of her own. But my sister, her name was Hazel. She had other ideas. She wanted to create a trading shop, for hunters, indians, and fur traders. She wanted to be in charge of her own life. She was my hero. She would laugh and joke and said I could come work for her. And honestly that didnt sound like a bad idea.
But my sister did not know her own limits. One day while hunting we ran into a black bear, he was huge, bigger than us combined. My sister did not see him as a threat, and proceeded to use her musket to shoot him. Already visions in her mind that everyone would tell folk tales of the young woman who took down a black bear.
She aimed and fired, the bear went down in a hush of blood and screams, she readied her knife as she approached, sure that the end was near. She was right. The bear was not dead, he had only been winded and was more in shock than anything else. As she approached with her knfie he got up, mauled her, and I trying to save my sister, I got mauled too.
We layed there blood trickling from us, our life draining. We held hands as the last bit of light left us. I miss her very much.
So sister Cassandra let me be clear. Do not be overconfident. Do not let the best of you turn into the worst of you. Do you understand? Tell me sister have I made myself clear. Till now you’ve been on cruise control, and you think because you’ve beaten a few people you are something? You are nothing. You speak to people as if they are beneath you. You speak to people as if they deserve no respect. Everyone deserves some respect. All living creatures deserve respect.
That bear that day deserved respect but my sister did not see that, nor understand that, she only saw what the bear would mean for her. It was not out of need to protect herself, it wasnt out of hunger, no one eats bear. It was out of some sense of purpose that was only for her. She thought it would bring her glory and prosperity. Give her some fame. But the bear was innocent and was living his life as he should. Till my sister appeared. When you lack respect for life, life has a way of evening things out. Always.
And in our situation right now. I am that black bear. And you are not showing me the proper respect. Sister, that is a mistake. A big one.
Sister. I will see you on Titans.
Fade to light
