Post by Candace on Jul 21, 2020 18:45:52 GMT -5
"In the beginning was Candace, and Candace defeated Apokalypse, and Candace became ApoCalypse.
If a person without mechanical knowledge walked into a garage, they would not know the difference between a well assembled engine and a lemon. The same is true of the uttered words. Some are charlatans with no interest in truth, some are incompetent at their craft and cannot marry true concepts to one another, and some are experts intent on creating engines that do the opposite of what they say they do.
My name is Candace and this is my story."
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If a person without mechanical knowledge walked into a garage, they would not know the difference between a well assembled engine and a lemon. The same is true of the uttered words. Some are charlatans with no interest in truth, some are incompetent at their craft and cannot marry true concepts to one another, and some are experts intent on creating engines that do the opposite of what they say they do.
My name is Candace and this is my story."
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~ Sultriness in the weather and an earthly scent known as petrichor permeate the air. It is about to rain in New Orleans and nearby areas. The Magnificent Candace standing under a big green-shade with her petrol lawn mower, indicating that she has postponed her plan of law mowing and enjoying giving some priority to the rain ~
Candace: Praises be to God, the Lord of the worlds, whom all things obey. We have these autopilot submarine tankers. They go to where the seastorms are and collect the rain, a funnel filing the underwater tank. Then they go to where the fresh water is needed. It is all done with a clean naturalistic technology.
~ The first call fo the thunder - the roar, runs an immense exhilaration through her veins when the water starts cascading from a confident sky ~
Candace: The raining is a sign of a new life. A good news to the barren parts of the earth and a sign of hope for the agricultural community. Look at the birds around here sitting on the trees of their choices. Enjoying being wet under the tree, planning their new projects and how to create a different pattern once the clouds are gone and sunshine says hello to all of us. The term 'Sunshine' actually reminded me of something which glowed last week on SFT Lethal lottery final round. Termination of Apokalypse back to the SFT performance center where he might have to restart everything from the beginning. Even though he is no longer the SFT Intercontinental champion and it showed the color of my hardwork over him, I have to admit that he is the second most tough guy I came across after Redd in SFT. He is good. No! He is excellent, but as I always say; every strongest chain has a weak point. So, no doubt that he played excellent last week but I was miraculously marvelous.
~ She steps a little further from the shade for a moment under the gloomy clouds. The water sprinkle, cold and wet on her skin ~
Candace: Lord! Each drop is sitting on my skin like puddle that will never leave, perfectly formed, perfectly cold. I feel the like this water steal my body heat just a tiny bit at a time. I am really accustomed to the elements, to the wind and chill. You see? Look at me and everything around here, each drop is conjuring a sweet pattern upon my skin, the thousands of liquid globes reflecting the greenery of nature. It is cooling on this warm day, a welcome shower to add to the senses.
~ The water droplets begins growing larger and falling frequently. The light ‘pitter patter’ of rain turns into wet thuds as the icy water races to meet the ground ~
Candace: There is so much more to be learned from this water cycle and the excellence of raining. When the water from the sky pours the earth it gives new life to it. Every drop of water has a life learning lesson in it. Remember that bad weather always look worse through the window, but once you step into those deep puddles with the confidence than every splash claps like someone cheering your name from behind. Now it is no longer surprising for me that I am accustomed to gold no matter where I go. People are too quick to criticize everything they dislike without knowing the true wisdom behind the thing which MIGHT apparently be bad for you. Some people thought that me being a part of ICW doesn't make me any superior because to them ICW is garbage. Well here I am in SFT and what do I see here? I am on my road earn the World Championship opportunity. Don't blame me because Louis Cypher said so.
~ She stops for a few seconds and focuses on the rain that stopped her thoughts from buzzing, and keeping her spirit calm ~
Candace: I seriously need to enjoy the rain but I also think that I am obliged to address this to whoever is going to come to my path with a hope of taking the IC title away from me. Look I am not some sort of God or a Supreme being who claims that I am going to hold this gold forever and ever but that doesn't mean that anyone who is booked against me for this championship is worthy enough to take the gold from me. I have tested Cypher before and I found him weak. He might be good in ring with someone else but wasn't he the first person to get eliminated by me at Bad Abundance. Yes, he was. He was even granted an opportunity to fight against Don for the ICW US championship and despite of all the personal grudges with Don, what did really happen? Don kicked his ass too.
~ She leaves the mower under the shade. Wet from her head to toe, she starts walking toward her room to take a proper shower ~
Candace: So Louis, what makes you think that you are a worthy contender for MY.. IC title? I will leave you to prepare a sagacious answer.
~ The rain today fell softly as if it knew of the hardships both behind and ahead. Each droplet alighted on her skin with just enough coolness too command her mind to the present, to pull her away from the pain of the past and the certainty of what is to come ~
