Post by Candace on Jul 13, 2020 4:43:06 GMT -5
Last night I was having trouble posting my promo so I sent it to Joey via private message. Here is a copy:
~ The scene from the inside of Candace's dark room, as she felt as if the air moved like cool water and the aroma of her scented candles infused her far more deeply than it did in the light of day. In the twilight the fabrics are muted hues, as if they too awaited dawn to ignite their colors for all to see. The ticking of the clock in her room has a relaxed feeling, as if it is a heart-beat at rest ~
Candace: The twilight stole away the colors of the day until the world looked like an old black and white movie. The alternation of the night and the day is one of the magnificent signs of God as it contains various hidden messages throughout our lives that we sometimes failed to understand.
~ She gazed from the window; any moment the sun would kiss the sky orange, igniting a new dawn, bringing the chorus of the birds ~
Candace: Just a few hours left before I will be heading one on one against Apok..! No! Correction: 'Neanderthals'. Who might be doing loads of kisses and hugs to the Intercontinental Championship right now. Not a surprising moment to ponder upon because his inner instinct may have told him what is about to happen. The time he knows would come sooner or later but dreaded. How would he supposed to just do it without making him feel so isolated and companionless? He needed the IC title as a CPR and being better than Lious Cypher and the brethren he did it so well. But right now his chest feels the emptiness already like a blackhole, pitch black and barren.
~ The glowing of the sunlight caved in her room. Candace sitting on the rocking chair with her legs spread out on her bed, strumming the guitar the Sun shone on. She twists her fingers in all sorts of odd shapes to form chords around the maple wood fretboard and once or twice, slides her hand up across the higher frets ~
Candace: Listen to his words. Listen to his words again and ponder upon them. The more words he utters from his mouth, the pattern of nervousness gets obvious from his tone. He is upset why Candace or in another words the REAL APOCALYPSE is given an opportunity to become the number one contender for the IC championship. Look at the anxiety and the amount of sweat he might have wasted thinking about Candace becoming the number one contender for the IC title and in the midst of the thoughts he has forgotten what Candace has accomplished in less than a year in ICW. She has been one of the most successful female with most victories and title reigns any man or woman could have ever reached. Oh you don't care about ICW! Lucky you that I didn't debut in SFT or else you might have been retired already by having your first match against me. Slandering me to have countless losses? You talked so big but it is mostly in vague. You have created so many loopholes throughout your sermon which might take me the whole day to address but I have a lot more important tasks to execute throughout the day and preparing for my match to kick your ass is one of those tasks.
~ She goes through her smartphone and listens to something Apokaylpse's promo of it which is quite inaudible to everyone except her ~
Candace: My darling, a small amount of research could have solved the mystery that is panicking you for your immature questions. How many times you might have smashed your head into the wall upon not finding the correct answer to why The Magnificent Candace actually deserves the shot at your title. Because her resume is by nature bound to upgrade by any means. I learned it from recent experience that it is really hard to give your precious stuff away which you have loved like your own child. Specially when it is forcefully taken away from you on non-merit factors. But I don't despair of the mercy of God. When he closes one door, he opens another.
~ Stares at the camera with a constant look, not bothering her eyes to blink ~
Candace: I don't create such anxiety or panic at the back of my head when I am about to hit by a challenger as tough as a storm. Instead I work on creating a space and a spot called 'The Confidence Spot'. Creating chaos about something which you are sure enough that it will create zero great impact on your life is not understandable. But YOU? You, Mr. Neanderthals, you have created a chaos in your promo upon being booked against me, truly speaks about the amount of fear you have got which have got sealed upon your heart and you can do absolutely nothing about that. The only reason you have enjoyed the IC title so much on your shoulders is because Candace didn't want to work on Tuesdays. Imagine if Apo.. Collapsed was facing Candace instead of Lious Cypher in the last round for the Intercontinental Championship weeks ago, then how would you have guaranteed your title reign? I am surprised that if man like Jamo with null accomplishments in his career can scare you so much that you give him such a privilege by talking about him again and again in your promo. Then how much my name would have bothered you all this time when you got to know that you have to defend your title against a magnificent talent.
~ Candace chuckles with a sweetness glimpse of her smile showing her teeth like a pack of diamonds ~
Candace: You talking and bragging about how deadly beast and kind of monster you are. Well everyone is familiar with the story of David and Goliath. But if you are not, or if it has been a while, lets catch you up. What was Goliath? A natural - the top dog. He is the ruthless killer who uses the bones of his enemies as toothpicks. There is no way anyone in Vegas is betting against him. But David wins. And there-in lies the problem. The difference between you and me is that I tend to be a quality that will disqualify the quantity. Lets put everything on the line with you and toil in our own blood, sweat, and tears. I am willing to go through the pain of transforming myself into something new — something better. I can't take the path of least resistance, I have to find resistance and take it on, head first.
~ The lady still having the phone in her hands, continue playing the clip of Apokalypse's promo before she addresses the next part ~
Candace: You called me an underdog is the simplest example of your ignorance of not going through my second promo. If we want to live the greatest life possible, we have to want to be the person who has room to grow. We can't live our lives acting like a natural. You have to become something you are not.
YOU HAVE TO BECOME THE UNDERDOG!
Mr. Scared Anxious Neandarthals, the underdogs don't tarry with things they would like to do, they exist for action.
~ She pauses for a while, turns around to her drawer and takes out a DVD cover of Southpaw movie. Continues talking after taking a good glance at both sides of its cover ~
Candace: There is a reason why in every boxing movie, the movie doesn't begin with the prize fight. If you have set a truly big goal, it will force you to grow because you are not the person who can achieve that goal yet. You have to become that person. You have to earn the right. Now do you understand why Candace has been purposely put as a stalker to your IC Championship? I don't chase after victories because I show up. I chase victories because I take the steps that leads to the success. Even David had to work up to Goliath with bears and lions and such. Your BIG goal isn't just one obstacle. It's actually several smaller goals and obstacles that will prepare you for the path ahead. Stripping you off your championship and putting a deadend to your so called glorious reign is one of those obstacles that may lead me to become a SFT Hall of Famer in so short period of time.
~ Taking her feet off of the bed, she leans her back on the chair and slowly starts rocking it ~
Candace: When we meet inside that four corners ring your heart would be hammering but you will have to keep gait casual with no hint or hesitation. You, the remaining of extinct species, there is no shame in losing to someone even if it is a woman. You know I am not into these whole gender differences kind of stuff, because the potential of chasing your goal isn't bounded by the genders. Don't feel upset about the criticism. The ideas that we have constructed about ourselves are sometimes fixed. Most people overreact to criticism because they have built their 'reputation' on one idealized trait - if people dislike it, they feel their whole identity would collapse. Now in the midst of chaos which you have created, there is also an opportunity for me which will help me to strike you down bone by bone if I have to. But I won't reveal my move. My plans will be dark and impenetrable as night, and when I will move, I will fall like a thunderbolt and you will never know what hit you. Remember that even the finest sword plunged into salt water will eventually rust. Am I that water that is gonna rust you?
Today the things you find funny will tomorrow be causing a deepening of the sorrow. Being a custodian of this cemetery I would love to have you being booked here. There will be just a grave, with a stone that will bear your name and your cold bones beneath the soil. I will be honored to engrave something on your tombstone. Something like "Martyred by Candace". Hmm! I think I liked the idea. What do YOU think of that?
~ Beyond the shadow of a doubt, her words possess the ineffable mysteries of the soul, and every thought stands in dire need of alignment. Apokalypse is doing counter clockwise counting before he loses the SFT Intercontinental title from the hands of Candace, The Magnificent ~
"It is not very often but it does come like a revelation of hope. Last night came an utterance with a soothing lesson in my dream talking to me right in my head:
'Spread your wings, my dove. For the baby bird only finds they can fly when they leap into the air. Trust that you have created yourself well, that as an athlete waits upon the starting blocks with well toned muscles, your brain is ready for this. Everyone you ever met, or certainly those with an open heart, feels deeply that you can lead, that you are more capable than they of making good choices on behalf of others. For you success is measured in the benefits you give to society and nature, and that in itself is success. So, it is time.'
My name is Candace and this is my story."
'Spread your wings, my dove. For the baby bird only finds they can fly when they leap into the air. Trust that you have created yourself well, that as an athlete waits upon the starting blocks with well toned muscles, your brain is ready for this. Everyone you ever met, or certainly those with an open heart, feels deeply that you can lead, that you are more capable than they of making good choices on behalf of others. For you success is measured in the benefits you give to society and nature, and that in itself is success. So, it is time.'
My name is Candace and this is my story."
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~ The scene from the inside of Candace's dark room, as she felt as if the air moved like cool water and the aroma of her scented candles infused her far more deeply than it did in the light of day. In the twilight the fabrics are muted hues, as if they too awaited dawn to ignite their colors for all to see. The ticking of the clock in her room has a relaxed feeling, as if it is a heart-beat at rest ~
Candace: The twilight stole away the colors of the day until the world looked like an old black and white movie. The alternation of the night and the day is one of the magnificent signs of God as it contains various hidden messages throughout our lives that we sometimes failed to understand.
~ She gazed from the window; any moment the sun would kiss the sky orange, igniting a new dawn, bringing the chorus of the birds ~
Candace: Just a few hours left before I will be heading one on one against Apok..! No! Correction: 'Neanderthals'. Who might be doing loads of kisses and hugs to the Intercontinental Championship right now. Not a surprising moment to ponder upon because his inner instinct may have told him what is about to happen. The time he knows would come sooner or later but dreaded. How would he supposed to just do it without making him feel so isolated and companionless? He needed the IC title as a CPR and being better than Lious Cypher and the brethren he did it so well. But right now his chest feels the emptiness already like a blackhole, pitch black and barren.
~ The glowing of the sunlight caved in her room. Candace sitting on the rocking chair with her legs spread out on her bed, strumming the guitar the Sun shone on. She twists her fingers in all sorts of odd shapes to form chords around the maple wood fretboard and once or twice, slides her hand up across the higher frets ~
Candace: Listen to his words. Listen to his words again and ponder upon them. The more words he utters from his mouth, the pattern of nervousness gets obvious from his tone. He is upset why Candace or in another words the REAL APOCALYPSE is given an opportunity to become the number one contender for the IC championship. Look at the anxiety and the amount of sweat he might have wasted thinking about Candace becoming the number one contender for the IC title and in the midst of the thoughts he has forgotten what Candace has accomplished in less than a year in ICW. She has been one of the most successful female with most victories and title reigns any man or woman could have ever reached. Oh you don't care about ICW! Lucky you that I didn't debut in SFT or else you might have been retired already by having your first match against me. Slandering me to have countless losses? You talked so big but it is mostly in vague. You have created so many loopholes throughout your sermon which might take me the whole day to address but I have a lot more important tasks to execute throughout the day and preparing for my match to kick your ass is one of those tasks.
~ She goes through her smartphone and listens to something Apokaylpse's promo of it which is quite inaudible to everyone except her ~
Candace: My darling, a small amount of research could have solved the mystery that is panicking you for your immature questions. How many times you might have smashed your head into the wall upon not finding the correct answer to why The Magnificent Candace actually deserves the shot at your title. Because her resume is by nature bound to upgrade by any means. I learned it from recent experience that it is really hard to give your precious stuff away which you have loved like your own child. Specially when it is forcefully taken away from you on non-merit factors. But I don't despair of the mercy of God. When he closes one door, he opens another.
~ Stares at the camera with a constant look, not bothering her eyes to blink ~
Candace: I don't create such anxiety or panic at the back of my head when I am about to hit by a challenger as tough as a storm. Instead I work on creating a space and a spot called 'The Confidence Spot'. Creating chaos about something which you are sure enough that it will create zero great impact on your life is not understandable. But YOU? You, Mr. Neanderthals, you have created a chaos in your promo upon being booked against me, truly speaks about the amount of fear you have got which have got sealed upon your heart and you can do absolutely nothing about that. The only reason you have enjoyed the IC title so much on your shoulders is because Candace didn't want to work on Tuesdays. Imagine if Apo.. Collapsed was facing Candace instead of Lious Cypher in the last round for the Intercontinental Championship weeks ago, then how would you have guaranteed your title reign? I am surprised that if man like Jamo with null accomplishments in his career can scare you so much that you give him such a privilege by talking about him again and again in your promo. Then how much my name would have bothered you all this time when you got to know that you have to defend your title against a magnificent talent.
~ Candace chuckles with a sweetness glimpse of her smile showing her teeth like a pack of diamonds ~
Candace: You talking and bragging about how deadly beast and kind of monster you are. Well everyone is familiar with the story of David and Goliath. But if you are not, or if it has been a while, lets catch you up. What was Goliath? A natural - the top dog. He is the ruthless killer who uses the bones of his enemies as toothpicks. There is no way anyone in Vegas is betting against him. But David wins. And there-in lies the problem. The difference between you and me is that I tend to be a quality that will disqualify the quantity. Lets put everything on the line with you and toil in our own blood, sweat, and tears. I am willing to go through the pain of transforming myself into something new — something better. I can't take the path of least resistance, I have to find resistance and take it on, head first.
~ The lady still having the phone in her hands, continue playing the clip of Apokalypse's promo before she addresses the next part ~
Candace: You called me an underdog is the simplest example of your ignorance of not going through my second promo. If we want to live the greatest life possible, we have to want to be the person who has room to grow. We can't live our lives acting like a natural. You have to become something you are not.
YOU HAVE TO BECOME THE UNDERDOG!
Mr. Scared Anxious Neandarthals, the underdogs don't tarry with things they would like to do, they exist for action.
~ She pauses for a while, turns around to her drawer and takes out a DVD cover of Southpaw movie. Continues talking after taking a good glance at both sides of its cover ~
Candace: There is a reason why in every boxing movie, the movie doesn't begin with the prize fight. If you have set a truly big goal, it will force you to grow because you are not the person who can achieve that goal yet. You have to become that person. You have to earn the right. Now do you understand why Candace has been purposely put as a stalker to your IC Championship? I don't chase after victories because I show up. I chase victories because I take the steps that leads to the success. Even David had to work up to Goliath with bears and lions and such. Your BIG goal isn't just one obstacle. It's actually several smaller goals and obstacles that will prepare you for the path ahead. Stripping you off your championship and putting a deadend to your so called glorious reign is one of those obstacles that may lead me to become a SFT Hall of Famer in so short period of time.
~ Taking her feet off of the bed, she leans her back on the chair and slowly starts rocking it ~
Candace: When we meet inside that four corners ring your heart would be hammering but you will have to keep gait casual with no hint or hesitation. You, the remaining of extinct species, there is no shame in losing to someone even if it is a woman. You know I am not into these whole gender differences kind of stuff, because the potential of chasing your goal isn't bounded by the genders. Don't feel upset about the criticism. The ideas that we have constructed about ourselves are sometimes fixed. Most people overreact to criticism because they have built their 'reputation' on one idealized trait - if people dislike it, they feel their whole identity would collapse. Now in the midst of chaos which you have created, there is also an opportunity for me which will help me to strike you down bone by bone if I have to. But I won't reveal my move. My plans will be dark and impenetrable as night, and when I will move, I will fall like a thunderbolt and you will never know what hit you. Remember that even the finest sword plunged into salt water will eventually rust. Am I that water that is gonna rust you?
Still, it drips silently.
Fast, it runs in streams.
Wet, it can soak things.
Dry, it can stain things.
With it, comes life.
Without it, comes death
Today the things you find funny will tomorrow be causing a deepening of the sorrow. Being a custodian of this cemetery I would love to have you being booked here. There will be just a grave, with a stone that will bear your name and your cold bones beneath the soil. I will be honored to engrave something on your tombstone. Something like "Martyred by Candace". Hmm! I think I liked the idea. What do YOU think of that?
~ Beyond the shadow of a doubt, her words possess the ineffable mysteries of the soul, and every thought stands in dire need of alignment. Apokalypse is doing counter clockwise counting before he loses the SFT Intercontinental title from the hands of Candace, The Magnificent ~
