Post by Eliza Valentine on May 1, 2016 2:21:24 GMT
The smoggy sun barely broke through the heavy net curtained window... Kayla's shitty New York apartment still looking like the most G Granny ever had decorated the shit hole before leasing it for three times it's worth. The floorboards creaked beneath my feet and sounded like a groan, a complaint at more foot falls to undertake. I looked down at my feet with my nose upturned, then back up at Kayla, who was absently flicking through crime show after crime show on the TV. She felt my eyes on her and glanced over with a small smile, all too quickly though her expression changed to wide eyed fear as the front door burst open and a blur of red hair and bright white Nike's bounded into the apartment.
I didn't hesitate to turn on my heel and throw my elbow into the throat of the intruder... Which apparently was a mistake as Kayla screamed at me to stop, I hesitated at her words and it cost me... A fake tanned, long nailed hand wrapped around my throat and slammed my back down onto the creaky old floor, the red haired bitch stood over me, panting slightly as I gasped for a breath of my own.
"BOTH OF YOU STOP!" Kayla yelled, the red head turned to sneer at Kayla before shrugging, kicking up dirt at me as she turned away.
"Then keep yah dog on ah leash...." I let her words roll off me as I noted the accent and choked out a laugh....
"Guess the Pleasant boys ain't so accepting after all KayKat..." Kayla scrunched her nose up at the nickname, the red head matching her expression with a little more disgust... Kayla stepped past her though and reached down to pull me up, her eyes ran over me as though checking for damage and I couldn't help but laugh, she hadn't thrown me THAT hard... Sometimes she doesn't give me enough credit.
"I'm fine." I shrugged, dusting off my jeans with my hands, making a point to ignore the giant red elephant in the room... "Want to explain the presence of tall, red and tacky to me?"
"Ah'll do jus tha..." she interjected with a smirk "Names Queenie, ah'd say pleasure tah meet yah but-" she stepped up to Kayla now, I thought I could detect a touch of a growl in her voice... "Ah'm 'ere to rite ah wrong, nah make no friends...."
Kayla seemed to pull back slightly, her shoulders stooped under Queenie's glare and the way the two behaved lit heat in my gut... I had seen her cower like that to someone before and I wasn't going to just stand there and watch another collar be snapped around her neck.... I shoved between them, bearing up to Queenie with a growl of my own....
"I don't give a fuck why you're here or what wrong you think needs righting...." Queenie went to retort and I threw up a hand silencing her... "She loves ME. She has Always loved me.... And she will never EVER be what you and that grease monkey tried to turn her into...." she laughed, so did I, with a scoff... "Leave now and you might just have a little dignity in tact...."
I felt the blade before I saw it, heard the swish of it pass my ear as it pressed to my neck, cool and threatening and the scared noise that came from behind me assured me it was indeed a knife and my senses were telling me... I drew my head back, tilting my chin up to expose my neck, silently daring her to do it... Just one tiny nick....
"QUEENIE!" Kayla almost screeched the name as she grabbed my arm and yanked me back, I spun to face her as she did so and was pained to see the wet stain of tears on her cheeks... She was afraid, truly afraid - fear wasn't something I had learned, even all that time locked in a world belonging to someone else, I never truly learned to be afraid....
"Please..." Kayla half whispered, staring deep into my eyes so they near pleaded all on their own... "Please don't....." I nodded and she looked past me to the intruder...
"Ah dunnae wan' a fite." Queenie relented, pocketing the small blade with a nod "Ah only came 'ere to tell yah sumthin' - yah have bin cast out, yah ain't neva welcum on ah ground again... Yah sista will settle tha debt tha is owed... Yah will bleed for her - an' for us, but that ain't mah fite...." Queenie turned to leave, before pausing and looking back, a touch of sadness in her eyes; "Yah culda bin a Queen... Ah hope this is worth all tha yah 'ave lost."
There's a lot of names on this list - women who think they have a shot at being the next Champion, women who want to prove themselves, cement their legacy in VWS; but only one name on this list stands out... Samantha Tolson. See, Sammy, much like me has a bit of a rep for being relentless, for going and going until there is nothing left to give. Sam has a rep for being a violent, determined woman with the victory clearly cemented in her view... BUT she also has a rep for liking rules...
I remember the first time that I saw him, a lumbering oaf in leathers; everything They wanted for her... I remember how beneath my controlled exterior my blood boiled, I had no right to feel that way of course; I had pushed her out, slammed the door and never told her why... Then it all happened and I needed to know, I needed to understand why she never came, not once, not a single utterance of an appearance at my bedside... So I had gone to find out and he was there, a thick lazy arm draped around her waist as they shared a beer.
He didn't see me that time, neither did she... I stood in the driveway of the family home, my blood boiling, my body trembling and I watched, I watched as he touched her and caressed her, as he kissed and held her... I watched him do all the little things I used to do and I watched him do them half as well as I had. Then, when I had had enough, when my heart could take no more and I relinquished control to that little pink haired bitch in my mind... I turned and walked away, the image of his lips on her seared into my brain like a nightmare.
I wonder, if that is how he thinks of me; if he remembers the first time he met me, if he studied me as I had him, if he had wanted to understand the woman his girl had loved - if he was looking for any pieces of himself in me... It's doubtful of course, because he is a foolish child with no road weary ways to age him as I have - he was everything I was not and that was what she thought she needed... What HE thought she needed, I wonder if he understands now, that he was exactly what she needed... A momentary distraction..
Watching him now I feel none of this, I don't care for what she needed from him - I don't care to close my eyes and see his dirty fingertips leaving grease stains all over her porcelain flesh; Somewhere deep in the back of my mind where the clowns cackling lives on... She whispers mean little things into my ears and out of my mouth... As he sits before me now and breaks with every spiteful spit of fiery hatred I spew.
"Every last dirty little secret Jace, all the things she saw, all the things you MADE her see...." I cut deeper and deeper, such a bug strong man, soon to be head of the family, breaking into a million tiny pieces right in front of me - and I understand, I see it so clearly, because what he has lost, what breaks him apart is the very thing that put me back together.... "You were never any good..." I curl lies around the truth until they are everything he doesn't want to hear but I feel no pity...
They sent her there, into Kayla's home to scare her, to hold a knife to my throat like some common thug... No, I do not pity the pieces of what was once a man, I feel no sympathy for his pain..
"You and you family, will never visit her again...." I lean in close, my lips mere inches from him and I feel the rise in heat, a mix of hate and jealousy and lust as his fingernail bed into his palms and he swallows hard... "Or all of it, every last word... Every story..." I laugh now and nod my head... "They will never EVER trust you again."
I will always remember the last time I saw him, a shell of a once lumbering oaf in leathers.... He had been everything she had needed for a short time, but not what was right, not what she needed... I will always remember how he caught my breath between us, fearful and yet lustful and my violent demeanor, the command I held that was unparalleled even in his world... I will always remember that she was never really his, not even in those fleeting moments, because Kayla Richards has always been...
"I told you this was a mistake Liz...." he walks up and down in front of us, little puffs of dust rising up from the cheap carpeting of the shitty apartment.... "I TOLD you that you needed to be honest... I Told you she would by upset and hurt... But you didn't listen, because you know better, because you all always think you know better!"
I could feel tears burning the corners of my eyes but I didn't let them fall, he didn't understand... No one did. I hadn't hid this out of fear, like Kayla and The Family. I hadn't hidden it out of spite, like so many thought...
"And now we're at war, all of us! War between families... And trust me Eliza, this will NOT end well." Alex stopped, standing before us both with his hands on his hips...
Kayla nodded quietly, she looked up at him, I felt her movements beside me but I didn't look up from his feet.
"I know Alex... I'm sorry..." he scoffed, waving off her apology.
"This isn't about you Kay...." I laughed. Because it was, it was all, always about her....
"I didn't want to hurt her again." I bit down on my lip to hold back the tears as my voice wavered, finally speaking for the first time, the all and honest truth... "I'd rather she hated me, than was disappointed in what I have become." Alex sighed heavily and dropped onto the couch beside me...
"What?" he sounded confused... His hand rested on my arm in a comforting approach, but it was too late, I would have to tell him now...
"When... When I lost myself, the coma and waking up and being a puppet... I hurt her, I turned away from her, I pushed and I picked and I danced like a hapless fucking idiot to the whims of another and not... Not being able to stop it, not being able to help me, I know how HELPLESS that made her feel and I know that stung, that her pride and her heart were wounded by all of that...." I dig my nails into the heel of my hand, gasping in air, not wanting any emotion to seep into the confession...
"And then when I started to get things back, she was so happy - it was like a new beginning for us, for the first time in my life I had a home... A family... I was loved and... And I couldn't bare to ruin all of that, I couldn't be the one that hurt her... So instead... I made her hate me, because hate burns out, disappointment... Well, that never goes away.."
A single solitary tear dripped down my cheek, I felt her trembling finger catch it and wipe it away, this was the truth I hadn't spoken, the truth not even she knew and it was out there now... I wasn't afraid, or ashamed... I was just....
"You'll never lose her Eliza..." Alex's tone was soft and quiet, I laughed through the tears that flowed now and shook my head... "You won't, she loves you..."
"Just not who I am..." I stuttered and leaned into Kayla, feeling her there, supporting me, holding me up as I let it all out... All go....
"She loves you, just not your choices Eliza..." Alex pushes up on his knees, standing and turning to face us both; "We cannot undo what you have done and we won't dig you out of the holes you dug for yourselves..." he half smiles now looking at us both... "But you - and Kayla - will always have a home with us, after all - you're basically the stroppy teenage daughter I never had!"
I didn't hesitate to turn on my heel and throw my elbow into the throat of the intruder... Which apparently was a mistake as Kayla screamed at me to stop, I hesitated at her words and it cost me... A fake tanned, long nailed hand wrapped around my throat and slammed my back down onto the creaky old floor, the red haired bitch stood over me, panting slightly as I gasped for a breath of my own.
"BOTH OF YOU STOP!" Kayla yelled, the red head turned to sneer at Kayla before shrugging, kicking up dirt at me as she turned away.
"Then keep yah dog on ah leash...." I let her words roll off me as I noted the accent and choked out a laugh....
"Guess the Pleasant boys ain't so accepting after all KayKat..." Kayla scrunched her nose up at the nickname, the red head matching her expression with a little more disgust... Kayla stepped past her though and reached down to pull me up, her eyes ran over me as though checking for damage and I couldn't help but laugh, she hadn't thrown me THAT hard... Sometimes she doesn't give me enough credit.
"I'm fine." I shrugged, dusting off my jeans with my hands, making a point to ignore the giant red elephant in the room... "Want to explain the presence of tall, red and tacky to me?"
"Ah'll do jus tha..." she interjected with a smirk "Names Queenie, ah'd say pleasure tah meet yah but-" she stepped up to Kayla now, I thought I could detect a touch of a growl in her voice... "Ah'm 'ere to rite ah wrong, nah make no friends...."
Kayla seemed to pull back slightly, her shoulders stooped under Queenie's glare and the way the two behaved lit heat in my gut... I had seen her cower like that to someone before and I wasn't going to just stand there and watch another collar be snapped around her neck.... I shoved between them, bearing up to Queenie with a growl of my own....
"I don't give a fuck why you're here or what wrong you think needs righting...." Queenie went to retort and I threw up a hand silencing her... "She loves ME. She has Always loved me.... And she will never EVER be what you and that grease monkey tried to turn her into...." she laughed, so did I, with a scoff... "Leave now and you might just have a little dignity in tact...."
I felt the blade before I saw it, heard the swish of it pass my ear as it pressed to my neck, cool and threatening and the scared noise that came from behind me assured me it was indeed a knife and my senses were telling me... I drew my head back, tilting my chin up to expose my neck, silently daring her to do it... Just one tiny nick....
"QUEENIE!" Kayla almost screeched the name as she grabbed my arm and yanked me back, I spun to face her as she did so and was pained to see the wet stain of tears on her cheeks... She was afraid, truly afraid - fear wasn't something I had learned, even all that time locked in a world belonging to someone else, I never truly learned to be afraid....
"Please..." Kayla half whispered, staring deep into my eyes so they near pleaded all on their own... "Please don't....." I nodded and she looked past me to the intruder...
"Ah dunnae wan' a fite." Queenie relented, pocketing the small blade with a nod "Ah only came 'ere to tell yah sumthin' - yah have bin cast out, yah ain't neva welcum on ah ground again... Yah sista will settle tha debt tha is owed... Yah will bleed for her - an' for us, but that ain't mah fite...." Queenie turned to leave, before pausing and looking back, a touch of sadness in her eyes; "Yah culda bin a Queen... Ah hope this is worth all tha yah 'ave lost."
There's a lot of names on this list - women who think they have a shot at being the next Champion, women who want to prove themselves, cement their legacy in VWS; but only one name on this list stands out... Samantha Tolson. See, Sammy, much like me has a bit of a rep for being relentless, for going and going until there is nothing left to give. Sam has a rep for being a violent, determined woman with the victory clearly cemented in her view... BUT she also has a rep for liking rules...
That's where she and I differ....
I understand that rules are mere guidelines; that sometimes in life... The win is what is important and Not how you get there; but Sammy-Baby? Well; she thinks she has some moral high ground... No Gimmick. Just good ole fashioned Wrasslin' - and that's great. You don't care about selling shirts or your face on the wall of every teenage boy from here to Missouri... You don't care about being a Name, about being a Brand. That's pretty fucking stupid of you but hey, more revenue for me right?
What you DO care about; is winning clean... You want to be able to stand there and say - I beat you fair and square, I won and you lost because I am the better wrestler... And here is the problem with that Sam, this isn't a 1-on-1 match, this is an all out war, there are no rules, no clean wins, whoever climbs a ladder and grabs that briefcase first, wins. No ifs ands or buts - it won't matter if you had the best technique, it won't matter if you showed due respect... It won't even matter if your grubby little hands touch the case first...
All that matters - is who holds that case.
And the kind of wrestler you are, I just don't believe you can handle that.
The Chaos, the disorder, one body slamming against another messy and crazy, all vying for that one thing and doing anything and everything in our power to get it... Sure, you will march out and make promises to do what needs to be done, you will discredit everything I am saying and claim that you CAN and WILL do whatever it takes... But you won't, because you can't... Because you still believe there is a place for the rules in this world, because you have not been muddied and broken by the reality of this business, because, unluckily for you....
You're not jaded.
But by no means do I expect beating you to be easy Sam, and I don't want you to think this is personal, because it isn't - a different day, a different match; I would stand shoulder to shoulder and go to war with you - I like you, as hard as that might be to believe and that is why I am explaining all of this to you, because when you lose to me... When I walk out the Champion... I don't want you to think it's because you failed, or because you are a bad wrestler... No, Sam - I want you to KNOW that you lost because you are too good a wrestler, to be what needs to be done this week.
Or at least, you'd like to think you are; too good for it, for us, some superior fucking power all because you never threw a foot on the rope - the reality is, I should have been in that Championship match from the start, I am the true Champions - Hell, my damn name is on the title. I promise you Sam, you might not know who I am today, maybe not tomorrow... But Sunday Night when the lights go up and the case is grabbed you will know EXACTLY who I am.
I remember the first time that I saw him, a lumbering oaf in leathers; everything They wanted for her... I remember how beneath my controlled exterior my blood boiled, I had no right to feel that way of course; I had pushed her out, slammed the door and never told her why... Then it all happened and I needed to know, I needed to understand why she never came, not once, not a single utterance of an appearance at my bedside... So I had gone to find out and he was there, a thick lazy arm draped around her waist as they shared a beer.
He didn't see me that time, neither did she... I stood in the driveway of the family home, my blood boiling, my body trembling and I watched, I watched as he touched her and caressed her, as he kissed and held her... I watched him do all the little things I used to do and I watched him do them half as well as I had. Then, when I had had enough, when my heart could take no more and I relinquished control to that little pink haired bitch in my mind... I turned and walked away, the image of his lips on her seared into my brain like a nightmare.
I wonder, if that is how he thinks of me; if he remembers the first time he met me, if he studied me as I had him, if he had wanted to understand the woman his girl had loved - if he was looking for any pieces of himself in me... It's doubtful of course, because he is a foolish child with no road weary ways to age him as I have - he was everything I was not and that was what she thought she needed... What HE thought she needed, I wonder if he understands now, that he was exactly what she needed... A momentary distraction..
Watching him now I feel none of this, I don't care for what she needed from him - I don't care to close my eyes and see his dirty fingertips leaving grease stains all over her porcelain flesh; Somewhere deep in the back of my mind where the clowns cackling lives on... She whispers mean little things into my ears and out of my mouth... As he sits before me now and breaks with every spiteful spit of fiery hatred I spew.
"Every last dirty little secret Jace, all the things she saw, all the things you MADE her see...." I cut deeper and deeper, such a bug strong man, soon to be head of the family, breaking into a million tiny pieces right in front of me - and I understand, I see it so clearly, because what he has lost, what breaks him apart is the very thing that put me back together.... "You were never any good..." I curl lies around the truth until they are everything he doesn't want to hear but I feel no pity...
They sent her there, into Kayla's home to scare her, to hold a knife to my throat like some common thug... No, I do not pity the pieces of what was once a man, I feel no sympathy for his pain..
"You and you family, will never visit her again...." I lean in close, my lips mere inches from him and I feel the rise in heat, a mix of hate and jealousy and lust as his fingernail bed into his palms and he swallows hard... "Or all of it, every last word... Every story..." I laugh now and nod my head... "They will never EVER trust you again."
I will always remember the last time I saw him, a shell of a once lumbering oaf in leathers.... He had been everything she had needed for a short time, but not what was right, not what she needed... I will always remember how he caught my breath between us, fearful and yet lustful and my violent demeanor, the command I held that was unparalleled even in his world... I will always remember that she was never really his, not even in those fleeting moments, because Kayla Richards has always been...
Mine.
"Trixie and.... Wait... Kimberly Heart? ...Seriously?"
Kayla laughs slightly shaking her head as I groan.
"Leave the jokes at the door Mi Amore... I get it, Hearts and Valentines... Maybe Crystal should have been in this one too, hearts and fucking flowers... Original."
Eliza deadpans her girlfriend who continues to giggle.
"Well, one is a bubble headed bimbo and the other is..."
"A bubble headed bimbo who thinks she's really a god damn power ranger - Jesus did Ana call mi madre and say Hey, I need some filler for this match what band of crazy fucktards do you have lying around who can do me a solid? Like, literally would anyone really be shocked if it turned out both of these girlies are actually escaped mental patients? Although, now I feel like I might be being a little unfair to the mental patients, most of them are a whole heap more creative than this..."
"They have SOME redeeming qualities I am sure..."
"Trixie has a nice rack, does that count?"
Kayla slaps Eliza upside the head, but she half ducks it with a chuckle.
"Ok ok Gawd! The Kimmy chick at least looks like she can take a few good bumps, should be fun tossing her around the ring for a little while to get all warmed up....."
"Such a charmer babe..."
"Right, but in all seriousness, why are these girls even in with a chance of a Championship match?! My Auntie must have lost her damn mind because there is NO way that ANYONE wants Bimbo 1 or Bimbo 2 representing the female division in this company. Valentine Wrestling has the opportunity to be great, to go down in History as one of the most successful wrestling companies in televised history... And she is going to throw all of that away on two raw kneed losers with more silicone than wrestling ability?!
Does Trixie even know how to climb a ladder? Is that not beyond her capabilities? She has already proved she can barely walk and talk at the same time but they expect her to climb a ladder AND grab a briefcase?! I don't know that seems a little out of her capability level to me!"
"I'm more worried you're going to bust one of her implants..."
"OH so you can talk about her tits but when I do it I get a slap.... That's fair!"
Kayla rolls her eyes and Eliza laughs, jostling her playfully.
"What about go go powerloser? Some mildly attractive looney tune who thinks she is actually Kimberly from Power Rangers... It looks like a pepto bismol factory exploded all over her... If I saw her running up to me in the street I'd shank the loco cabron first and ask questions later.... What the hell is going on with the division right now? I hate to agree with anything your sister says my love but...She's kinda right about this one; this is literally the most rag tag band of freaks I have ever had the displeasure of facing....
What the fuck is she going to do? Call on the White Ranger for help in ascending the ladder when I choke her out with the ring ropes and make her my bitch?! I can't even understand the level of stupid this is, I literally cannot wrap my head around the idea of someone dressing up in a shitty tight costume and prancing around like a hero in front of a crowd who are cheering your name..."
"Uh... Liz..."
"Yeah, I heard it - shut up."
"I told you this was a mistake Liz...." he walks up and down in front of us, little puffs of dust rising up from the cheap carpeting of the shitty apartment.... "I TOLD you that you needed to be honest... I Told you she would by upset and hurt... But you didn't listen, because you know better, because you all always think you know better!"
I could feel tears burning the corners of my eyes but I didn't let them fall, he didn't understand... No one did. I hadn't hid this out of fear, like Kayla and The Family. I hadn't hidden it out of spite, like so many thought...
"And now we're at war, all of us! War between families... And trust me Eliza, this will NOT end well." Alex stopped, standing before us both with his hands on his hips...
Kayla nodded quietly, she looked up at him, I felt her movements beside me but I didn't look up from his feet.
"I know Alex... I'm sorry..." he scoffed, waving off her apology.
"This isn't about you Kay...." I laughed. Because it was, it was all, always about her....
"I didn't want to hurt her again." I bit down on my lip to hold back the tears as my voice wavered, finally speaking for the first time, the all and honest truth... "I'd rather she hated me, than was disappointed in what I have become." Alex sighed heavily and dropped onto the couch beside me...
"What?" he sounded confused... His hand rested on my arm in a comforting approach, but it was too late, I would have to tell him now...
"When... When I lost myself, the coma and waking up and being a puppet... I hurt her, I turned away from her, I pushed and I picked and I danced like a hapless fucking idiot to the whims of another and not... Not being able to stop it, not being able to help me, I know how HELPLESS that made her feel and I know that stung, that her pride and her heart were wounded by all of that...." I dig my nails into the heel of my hand, gasping in air, not wanting any emotion to seep into the confession...
"And then when I started to get things back, she was so happy - it was like a new beginning for us, for the first time in my life I had a home... A family... I was loved and... And I couldn't bare to ruin all of that, I couldn't be the one that hurt her... So instead... I made her hate me, because hate burns out, disappointment... Well, that never goes away.."
A single solitary tear dripped down my cheek, I felt her trembling finger catch it and wipe it away, this was the truth I hadn't spoken, the truth not even she knew and it was out there now... I wasn't afraid, or ashamed... I was just....
"You'll never lose her Eliza..." Alex's tone was soft and quiet, I laughed through the tears that flowed now and shook my head... "You won't, she loves you..."
"Just not who I am..." I stuttered and leaned into Kayla, feeling her there, supporting me, holding me up as I let it all out... All go....
"She loves you, just not your choices Eliza..." Alex pushes up on his knees, standing and turning to face us both; "We cannot undo what you have done and we won't dig you out of the holes you dug for yourselves..." he half smiles now looking at us both... "But you - and Kayla - will always have a home with us, after all - you're basically the stroppy teenage daughter I never had!"
Last and likely least we have Danielle Bradley... See, Dani I left you til last because really, that's all you are, a last place spot filler, I know nothing about you because your boyfriend runs the show, you are a pretty little ornament and barely a mouth piece - does he ever let you do anything by yourself or are you locked down for life at this point? Because all I have seen is him dragging you everywhere he goes whilst he smack talks about things he cannot possibly achieve and you smile and nod like a good trophy wife...
Did you have a career before you married him? At some point to the wrestling community did you matter? Because right now, allow me to assure you... You do not matter and nobody cares; no one cares what you have to say, or what he tells you to say to be more accurate; you are just another face in a crowd of people that will never make anything of themselves... A footnote in the history of VWS and a million other boring stereotypes that describe boring stereotypes like you.
I don't want to waste the next twenty minutes of my life explaining why someone like you will never, ever be even close to a worthy Champion... But unfortunately for us both, I don't have a choice... Shit talking is a pretty big part of this job and honey, I learned from the best, so sit back and cry into your wheaties whilst I stand here and point out the fact that you aren't even really a wrestler, just a glorified Valet with as much talent and capability in the ring as an untrained chimp flinging shit...
Actually, the shit flinging would probably have a little more accuracy!
It doesn't matter which one of you thinks you can step up to me, I am going to walk out of Uprising with that title shot firmly in my hands, I am the future of this company, it will be my face, my words, my ass kicking that sells tickets, that lines people up for hours upon sweaty hours in lines just for thirty seconds of hand hovering and quick autograph; when this show is over with, you will go back to being a doormat for your husband, Kimberly will go back to her padded cell; Trixie will keep fixing her hair and inflating her breasts and Sammy?
Well, she might just be the only other person around here with her salt... But you Danielle? You will continue to be a disappointment to the fans, to your husband and to yourself.
If you know what's good for you, you will stay the hell away from those ladders and keep your tired old ass out of my way, this is my legacy, my destiny and No One, not you, not the rest of them not my Auntie Ana Valentine her own goddamn self, is going to keep me from walking out with that shot... Uprising is almost upon us and if you think you can stop me....
It's your funeral.