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Madison Dyson (Spoiler Warning for Wargames)
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(heel alignment but liked by many; has earned respect despite breaking the rules often)


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11-26-2024, 08:20 PM

Madison,

There probably isn’t anything that I could say right now that you would want to listen to. I can’t force you to, and quite honestly, I don’t believe that you’d think my feelings are worth your time. It’s a cutthroat industry, after all. Survival all comes down to a killer’s mindset. 

But since I’m feeling a bit reflective through this massive fucking migraine, I said fuck it. Might as well get some of this shit off of my chest while it’s still fresh in my aching, thumping mind. And if we’re being really truthful here, it doesn’t really matter if you care to listen to me or not. So here goes.

Madison Dyson,

I don’t blame you.

…not for my own inadequacy, at least. I might still be new in the XWF, and perhaps a few shades lighter green than you, but I do know the wrestling business. I know my way around the locker room, I know how to handle myself backstage. I know what to do, what to say, how to act when my number is called and when the bright lights are turned on and the curtain opens up to that big stage, I damn sure know what to do then, too. 

I knew who you were, what you were, and maybe I just got a little caught up in the moment. Maybe I focused a little too hard on trying to bring Syn’s team… our team… together. Maybe I let the radiation go to my head. 

Our best chance was always going to be together, and in truth, I’d be just fine if I were sitting in Adeyemi’s power armor. I think the title of Sole Survivor would have been a point of pride for a long, long time. Matthias, Oz, you and I, we were always going for glory as individuals first, no matter how much we wanted to spin the tale of the Institute coalescing to defy destiny together and to overcome the odds of those five other amazing factions trying to do that exact same thing against us.

And I’m okay with that. It’s my fault that for a moment, I thought we had actually built something. I was elated to feel as though I had a chance to prove that I belonged in the Ned Kaye (RIP), Sebastian Everett Bryce, Prince Adeyemi, Michael Graves (allegedly), Jonathan Bacchus, Lucy Wylde echelon of truly top-tier talent and instead I’m left with an evening of less-than-nothing to show for my effort… other than the fact that I helped you make it to the finals.

That part’s on me. 

The frog can’t understand why the scorpion would sting her in the back if she knew that they would drown together, but you know how the tale goes. And I’ve been around this business long enough to know just exactly what kind of bug you really are. 

I can’t say that I’m surprised now, but I was shocked when I first saw the replay backstage. That’s my mistake. My ego blinded me. I almost expected your help to break up that pin like I did for you earlier in the match. That’s my carelessness. I should have never put myself in that position in the first place. I get it. It’s a lesson I surely know, one that I’ve definitely been taught by now several times over.

But I’d like to thank you for reminding me. For refreshing that lesson. For bringing that knowledge and that wisdom out of the recesses and back to the forefront of my mind and the humility that comes along with it. 

Madison,

I won’t forget again.

I won’t forgive, and I won’t forget, either. The XWF is a small world, baby. You’ll be around, and so will I. Someday, perhaps soon, our paths will cross again. It could be backstage; it could be in the ring. It could be in a Walmart parking lot for all that I care. When the time is right, wherever that may be, I want you to know that I intend on beating the ever-living shit out of you. I know what you did to me is just as much my fault as it is yours, but I don’t care.

When I fuck you up, it’ll be just as much my fault as it is yours then, too.

Perfectly balanced, as all things should be. 

Remember: all’s fair in love and war. Congratulations on securing our team’s victory for yourself, by the way. Oh, and making it to the finals on your own. It’s quite the achievement, worthy of praise… but let me ask you this: 

What will it cost you? 

And how did it work out in the end?

You’re a legend, Madison Dyson.

But I… well…

I’m something else entirely.

Now that I’ve met the real you, it’s only fair for me to introduce myself.

My name is Aurora.

Look at what you just made me… do.

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Madison Dyson (Spoiler Warning for Wargames) - by aurora - 11-26-2024, 08:20 PM



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