Roadblocks

[#Justice]

OOC; This is terrible I know, semester’s starting. Will make up for it next RP.

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The scene opens up to me standing in an undisclosed location - possibly the lobby of a Hotel in North Carolina. I held a sketchbook of some kind in my hand.

All of the drawings I flipped through made me process what happened at 2nd Impact. Keegan Hightower had picked up the win over me when I told the world that he would be nothing more than a footnote in the secondary choice career of The Modern Day Picasso.

No matter, I knew that slip ups happened. Things didn’t always go as planned. Hell, I knew that much better than anyone. If things DID go as planned I would have never been apart of Lions Den Fighting Championships in the first place. I would have been riding on a yacht that I sketched. Somewhere out in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. This little blip of a loss wasn’t going to put a halt to my career.

Despite the little blip, I wasn’t the only person who faced a roadblock. My opponent for Pride - Butcher - also suffered a loss. One that arguably held a lot more meaning than my tiny loss. He was the man who Nest made pass out to retain the Apex Championship. There’s no doubt that I planned to make Butcher’s roadblock a little longer to clear my own pathway.

I closed my sketchbook.

“Aye. My painting ain’t tell the tale I told all of ye. Me standing with my arm raised high. But when I stick the ole boot up Butcher’s arse at Pride….It will come true. It ain’t gonna matter how much ye try to hold artistically talented lassies down we always rise to the top. See ya September 2nd, Butcher.”