Post by Candace on Apr 4, 2021 14:51:21 GMT -5
"Listen to this ovation for the rightful custodian of SFT championship! Love her or hate her, your intellectual brain is still by nature bound to bow down to her accomplishments. The confetti when the World championship was handed over to me. The cheers from every single corner of the arena was seen as a drastic change and welcoming people to a new era. An era of Egyptian Goddess.
My name is Candace, and this is my story."
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~ The evening in the St. Louis Cemetery comes as a welcome lull in a fine opera, a stately fashion, with all the grace of a breeze in repose. Candace is seen sitting outside her room leafing through some letters she received from her fans ~
Candace: There is the greatest sense of love in the cemetery, for here we feel our beloved ancestors most strongly. Here we feel how they protect and guide the living. To all my fans who wrote all these mails to me, I need to tell you that your letters are your heart songs and I hear them everyday.
~ She starts reading the first mail ~
Candace: Now this letter is on two cent paper but the words are without price. Because it came from writer's mind and flowed down his arm to the pen that would otherwise rest lazily upon the table. This letter right here is basically asking me that how can Emerson Embry be so confident about beating you in a Hell in a Cell match next Tuesday when he knows that you earned that championship by bulldozing five other men.
~ The champion shrugs her shoulder ~
Candace: I don't know. Maybe this letter was supposed to be written to the challenger himself. But since it HAS reached to me and I have read it out so I am obliged to give it a response. You know when God created Adam and asked all the angels to bow down to him, remember what Devil replied?
~ She recites a verse in Arabic with a soothing melody which is translated as: ~
(God) said, "What prevented you from prostrating when I commanded you?" (Satan) replied, "I am better than him. You created me from fire and created him from clay."
-- Quran 7:12
Candace: That was his over-confidence, his ego which drowned him and threw him down from the highest of the ranks to among the lowest of the lowest. Because he challenges God's plan, His majesty, His wisdom. Emerson may have a right to cry and deserve a second opportunity because he has a huge excuse, as big as his ego that our final match was ended in a disqualification. No problem sir, now here we are inside a 20 feet structure, nowhere to hide, nowhere to run. What does that mean? That means you have every right to fear the consequences in aftermath.
~ She flips the letter before picking up another one ~
Candace: You know I really hate to brag or repeat things over and over but Emerson Embry is nothing but a veteran. He has a legacy, he has his reputation, a healthy career. But the fans out there are hungry for something new, something unique, something magnificent. So why not let the best of the championships stay to the best SFT has to offer? Is Emerson too ignorant of this fact or is he just too haughty? Hell, if you think someone deserves a World title shot against me then why not bring the former champion in? Yes, I am talking about Lucas Balkan. He is the rightful deserving gentleman who never had his rematch after losing the title.
~ Candace pauses after shows a slight of a fury through her words and reads the next letter to herself ~
Candace: Now see, this very next letter asks the same thing. Wrote by Liam Oliver. He asks the same question right here. Why not Lucas Balkan having his rematch? Or why not making it a three-way inside the cell? Bring it on. I am all ear! Ready to hear an announcement before the match by Harold or whoever is going to be in charge. I am giving them every right to knock my locker room's door before the match and inform me that Lucas Balkan has to be added to the match. No problem, sir! I welcome it whole heartedly. But this veteran right there? Come on! Show me something new, guys. Show me something called 'THE challenger' and not 'A challenger'. Bring the whole locker-room in that match and Candace will take all of them to Popup Powerbombs, making their bodies lie everywhere.
~ She puts down the second mail and picks up the first and last one ~
Candace: "Will Jack Jones be at your corner in your match against Emerson Embry?" Hell No! He won't. And I am sorry if I disheart you Jack as I have no personal problem against you but I need to focus on my career, my legacy and I don't want any emotional instrument to be played during the match in mine or Jack's heart. Any wrong move which can give Emerson another whining excuse, allowing him to beg for another title shot and bore the crowd for giving them the same old slinky, stale breakfast to eat. And I know deep down in Emerson mind he knows he would never go from conquered to conqueror. I have beaten his sorry ass before without any outside interference and I will do that again with a fair fall, or submission, or by a ruthless knockout.
~ She wraps up the rest of the letters and plans to answer them sometime later ~
Candace: Listen Emerson, you need to admit that this title is not ready change hands. Its not me that is not letting it go but rather this gold has deep down fall in love with me. Its like how Venom got addicted to Peter Parker in Spiderman 3. Even Peter had to go through a hard battle in order to remove it away from himself. But the things are the other way around, unlike Parker I too am in love with this honorable championship and if I am to lose it anytime soon I can guarantee that it will not let it happen. But its all the matter of "IF I am to lose" which is an assumption. A failed hypothesis that can easily be falsified. I am not just a wrestler. I am a fighter but I am smart. Intelligence, strength and empathy go together more often than people imagine. I have got all of them. I am everything I wanna be. I am tough and beautiful, strong and kind, intelligent and fit. Stop circling around whatever has, is, and will be happening between me and Redd in terms of bouts. That's none of your business. Talk about where your nose truly belongs. You may think yourself my equal or better, yet in my sphere, in my specialisms, I promise you you aren't. The conclusion of Titans 107 is that my pop-up powerbomb is going to be your LAST..FRIGGING.. RIDE!!
~ The fury and rage came back in her tone, and whatever she uttered is not a gamble, that's a certainty. The camera zooms out and the scene fades to black at the same time ~
