Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2013 19:59:08 GMT -6
Late Night Channel Flipping
Two A.M. Eastern Standard Time.
Normally, I would be sound asleep in a hotel room bed. To be fair, I did attempt to go to sleep earlier in the evening, but unfortunately sleep did not come. It seems that there are several things that keep running through my mind preventing it from getting any rest...
The comments Father Nathan made on Ignite.
The vicious and brutal assault on my younger sister Vanessa by my twin sister Cera, who I found out through watching a replay of Ignite was the one that carried out that assault.
Last but certainly not least, my upcoming match against the veteran Davey Dynamo.
“Reya, what in the world are you doing up?” a concerned Timothy Grace asks as he enters my portion of our glamorous hotel room Presidential suite while I sit on the couch wearing an all white robe, flipping through television channels.
“I could ask the same of you, my dear,” I reply to him as he makes his way over to sit beside me.
“I...have not been feeling well,” he states with a small sigh, shaking his head.
“Oh dear,” I say to him, frowning slightly. “I am sorry sweetheart.”
“What keeps you up this late?” Timothy questions curiously. “Concern for your sister?”
Glancing over to him, I give a little nod. “That, along with a few other things...”
“Such as this business with this Father Nathan fellow, I take it...” Timothy mutters softly.
“Indeed...I really only meant to help him...”
“When are you ever going to learn, Reya?”
Surprised, I turn to see a very awake Paxar making her way towards us. “Father Nathan didn’t want your help...”
“That may be so, but I felt that he needed it,” I tell her.
“If he needed it, he would’ve asked,” Paxar counters. “I swear...you’ve done this with Cera like a bajillion times. You try to help her, she doesn’t want it, and in the end the whole thing turns out bad for you. This business with Father Nate isn’t going to be any different.”
“This is different than my attempts to help Cera,” I declare.
“No, it’s not!” Paxar shouts angrily. “This is just another Reya trying to save someone from the demons deal. You do remember what that got you with Cera, don’t you?”
Furiously, she points to my left arm that is covered by the robe but underneath it the scars of the word Tainted can still be seen upon the arm. “Your own twin sister did that to you, Reya. What do you think a fallen priest that you don’t even know that’s gone totally nutso whacko will do if you fail this test or whatever in the fudge it is?”
“I...do not know.”
Suddenly, Timothy interjects himself back into the conversation. “Ladies, perhaps we should change the subject...”
Letting out a heavy sigh, Paxar continues glaring at me as I return a glare of my own. “Fine Timmy, let’s talk about Reya’s opponent this week then...Davey Dynamo.”
“What about him?” I inquire curiously.
“This guy would take candy from a baby if he thought it would win him a match. It’s a wonder that he’s even in New Edge considering his troubles with the law and the fact that he’s more ancient than the Egyptians,” Paxar states.
“He is only forty two,” I reply, correcting her. “There are more than a few wrestlers out there not only competing at that age but doing so at a high level.”
“Your friend Adrien Specter, for example,” Timothy mentions.
“Indeed,” I remark, nodding at him. “Though I do believe Mister Dynamo has spent the last several months away from the ring. Most likely he has not been training and will exhibit signs of ring rust.”
“For some, it’s like riding a bike...you never forget how to do it,” Paxar contends. “Don’t sleep on Davey, Reya. The guy’s proven in the past that he can be dangerous when he wants to be.”
“I will be careful, as I always am,” I assure her with a faint smile. “If anything, this match will be a test for Mister Dynamo as it relates to his desire to become the Youngblood Champion. I did hold that title on two separate occasions, after all.”
“Yeah...that reminds me. Why are you not trying to become the first three time Youngblood Champion?” Paxar inquires.
“Though that championship is one that was near and dear to me for quite some time and still holds a place in my heart, in the year since I have had it around my waist I feel that I have grown both personally and professionally,” I tell her. “Perhaps there will come a day where I will challenge for it again, but for now I have my sights set on the Transatlantic Championship that Al Envy currently holds.”
“Well hopefully you can do that, but if you’re going to have any chance you’re going to have to get past Davey and to do that you need to go to sleep,” Paxar remarks. “A tired Reya is a weak Reya and you’re going to need all of your strength.”
“This is true. Perhaps it is time for bed,” I agree with a nod as I stand up from the couch and glance at Timothy, blushing slightly. “Would you perhaps wish to...join me?”
Her eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets, Paxar appears completely shocked. “Did you just...”
Putting a hand up, I interrupt her. “Before you most assuredly get the wrong idea, Timothy has not been feeling well,” I tell her. “I felt that he might want someone to be there for assistance or comfort should he require it.”
“That almost sounds worse,” Paxar replies. “You’re both big kids though so do whatever. I’m going back to Doctor Who.”
Turning quickly around, Paxar goes back the direction she came to her bedroom as I look back at Timothy.
“You did not answer my question, Timothy...”
Peering up at me, he manages a weak nod. After helping him to his feet, the two of us slowly make our way to my bedroom closing the door behind us.