Post by Candace on Sept 29, 2020 10:11:10 GMT -5
"We all are gifted with certain passions by the Most Merciful. All you got to do is to discover and refurbished your own inner wish, this innate desire and passion, and then see how to scale or walk around your obstacle, to dance that exact path you feel compelled to dance. Then every day you take steps toward conquering it, for over time those steps take you to your goal and even beyond it to new horizons.
My name is Candace and this is my story."
My name is Candace and this is my story."
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~ Come the evening time, Magni1ficent Candace is ready for calm stillness, for that same sense one may feel in a hammock upon some sun-soaked palm-adorned paradise. That she is in her room makes not one iota of difference. She is at peace with the world ~
Candace: In that welcome amber glow the time of slower thoughts has arrived, those moments when with open eyes my brain becomes as a perfect empty horizon, seeing, yet content to sit. I feel the soothing breeze, become absorbed in the music of crickets, letting the gentle energy of nature wash in. No matter how similar scenes the sky has been playing for millions and millions of years, but for me every evening is a unique experience and give birth to a new thought at the back of my head.
~ Magnificent One looking outside her window that speaks of the moment which is sending the birds to their roosts and the crickets to sing in the swaying grasses, while the cloudless sky promising an unfettered view of the heavens ~
Candace: There is one thing common between the time and my success and that is they both are stubborn to keep running. They will keep running, crossing all the barriers, breaking all the walls until they are instructed to be stopped. This can only happen when the Lord God tells the universe to fold itself like a scroll to kill the time, and take my soul and lift it upto himself to put a full-stop on my accomplishments. But then I am confident enough that we all will be transcended into the next world to achieve something more than what we earned in this world.
~ The sunlight slowly gets swallowed and the light in the sky dims even more. Candace removes an extra piece piece of clothing from her legs that reveals her SFT IC title, resting on her lap and shines with the glory Candace's honorship ~
Candace: Hmmm! Now who? - Robert Saints?! Fair enough, he has made some name for himself in SFT by holding the IC title four times. That's more than anybody could have ever done in the company as far as my finite knowledge goes. But the fact of the matter is that he has no challenge against me. He never had, he never has and he never will be because he knows how he has been treated in past 18 months in ICW. He failed to maintain his standard whenever he step in the ring with me. What makes him think that he deserves an IC title match when I am the one holding the belt? Repeating the same lines in your promos and then bringing your buddies as your mouthpieces is an extreme weariness to any wise brain. I feel that guys. Don't you all? The SFT management has just gotten a little soft with you and thought you deserve a chance but I disagree with them and why I disagree is the very reason that I am going to beat you, 1-2-3, yet again and be your STILL SFT Intercontinental champion of the world. Saints, I am someone who is going to be a lot more incomprehensible for you at Titans 94. So I wish you a tiny little good luck for the match, because your 5th title reign isn't coming anytime soon.
~ She smirks and put that piece of cloth back over her thighs, hiding her SFT IC championship. She is allured by the transition and wonders of her current accomplishments and yet unstoppable to have some more to upgrade her resume ~
