The Big Splash [Echo RP - 799 words]
Jun 14, 2016 15:13:35 GMT -5
Post by AshCandor on Jun 14, 2016 15:13:35 GMT -5
Echo let the water roll in over her toes as her feet mushed down into the wet sand. The breeze blew in from sea; she’d afforded herself a weekend getaway to Palmetto Dunes on Hilton Head Island. It wasn’t exactly Lake Havasu back in Arizona, but it did remind her of home all the same. She didn’t venture from the Carolinas much since starting her tenure in Lion’s Den. Maybe it was to mask the fact that “home” was a relative term. She had never known her birth dad, and since her mother died she spent more time at her grandparents’ than with her stepfather. He was gone a lot working security up at the penitentiary anyway, and an empty house was rarely appealing to her. Echo traveled a lot ever since she was 16, playing in bands, following other bands, etc. Her own two feet could take her a great many places. Ever since the match with Nest was announced, it seemed to pick back up. Traveling afforded her time to think, and she had plenty to think about this week. As the water lapped at her feet she fired up her phone’s video recording and brushed her hair back from her face, her big Jackie O glasses giving her an almost bug-like appearance.
“Isn’t it funny how things can change around her at the Lion’s Den, right? I go from not having matches or any meaningful interactions backstage to being thrust headlong into my first main event. But listen we know the real reason it’s the main event, and it’s not on account of the hippie chick. I’m fighting Nest, the LDFC Apex Champion. Now plenty of things have been said and written about the guy, but the main thing as I see it is he’s the cornerstone of this company. I can’t bring myself to say anything disrespectful about the man, because simply put he is THE MAN here. Many have faced him and come out on the wrong end of it. He’s the only top dog champ this place has ever known for over a year, and it’s not by any fluke. He’s been dominant. I called him a man but he’s also more than that. He’s darn near an unmoving rock, a mountain. Maybe he’s stubborn and set in his ways like an old pack mule, maybe that’s only real criticism I can levy at him. But even then I guess he’s earned that right. I’ve seen the matches, watched some tape and I figure he hits about as hard as a mule’s kick too, probably harder. Scary part is I haven’t felt it for myself, not yet. I’ve had almost two weeks to think about it.”
She took off her glasses and rubbed her eyes, they looked a bit red with dark patches beneath them like she hadn’t gotten much sleep lately.
“I’ve had time on my hands to think about what he’ll do to me in this match; dreading it a bit, to be honest. I’ve been traveling dusty highways, looking on mountain vistas, walking sandy beaches. Taking in the sights and sounds of what I consider peaceful to clear my mind, because even though that rock known as Nest can be quiet in his own manner, inside that ring he isn’t peaceful. Powerful aggression is what he brings and if I’m not careful he’ll break me in half and not even think twice about it.”
She grimaced at the thought of that; clearly the entire premise had her bothered.
“But then I also had to think about what a guitar-pickin’ sweetheart of the rodeo like myself can do in that ring. Looking at all these creeks, and streams, and rivers, and oceans got me thinking about it. We have all sorts of names for ‘em but the common theme is they got water ever flowing, rarely sitting still, fluid. Water’s Mother Nature’s life blood; and if you give water enough time, it’ll keep moving and flowing and beating upon a rock, causing little cracks and fissures wearing down that rock. Even a mighty unbreakable rock can fall to pieces after that water has done its piece of work on it. A mountain can become so much sand under our feet. Now I’d never be stupid enough to say Nest is sand below my feet, but if I keep flowing and churning, battering into him and retreating to repeat the process over and over…. Who knows? If I play my cards right and I have enough time, maybe I can wear that big ol’ rock down for just a minute. Heck, I’ll be happy with three seconds. This cosmic cutie has to fulfill her duty, man. I know it’s another day at the office for Nest, but to me this is everything.”
“Isn’t it funny how things can change around her at the Lion’s Den, right? I go from not having matches or any meaningful interactions backstage to being thrust headlong into my first main event. But listen we know the real reason it’s the main event, and it’s not on account of the hippie chick. I’m fighting Nest, the LDFC Apex Champion. Now plenty of things have been said and written about the guy, but the main thing as I see it is he’s the cornerstone of this company. I can’t bring myself to say anything disrespectful about the man, because simply put he is THE MAN here. Many have faced him and come out on the wrong end of it. He’s the only top dog champ this place has ever known for over a year, and it’s not by any fluke. He’s been dominant. I called him a man but he’s also more than that. He’s darn near an unmoving rock, a mountain. Maybe he’s stubborn and set in his ways like an old pack mule, maybe that’s only real criticism I can levy at him. But even then I guess he’s earned that right. I’ve seen the matches, watched some tape and I figure he hits about as hard as a mule’s kick too, probably harder. Scary part is I haven’t felt it for myself, not yet. I’ve had almost two weeks to think about it.”
She took off her glasses and rubbed her eyes, they looked a bit red with dark patches beneath them like she hadn’t gotten much sleep lately.
“I’ve had time on my hands to think about what he’ll do to me in this match; dreading it a bit, to be honest. I’ve been traveling dusty highways, looking on mountain vistas, walking sandy beaches. Taking in the sights and sounds of what I consider peaceful to clear my mind, because even though that rock known as Nest can be quiet in his own manner, inside that ring he isn’t peaceful. Powerful aggression is what he brings and if I’m not careful he’ll break me in half and not even think twice about it.”
She grimaced at the thought of that; clearly the entire premise had her bothered.
“But then I also had to think about what a guitar-pickin’ sweetheart of the rodeo like myself can do in that ring. Looking at all these creeks, and streams, and rivers, and oceans got me thinking about it. We have all sorts of names for ‘em but the common theme is they got water ever flowing, rarely sitting still, fluid. Water’s Mother Nature’s life blood; and if you give water enough time, it’ll keep moving and flowing and beating upon a rock, causing little cracks and fissures wearing down that rock. Even a mighty unbreakable rock can fall to pieces after that water has done its piece of work on it. A mountain can become so much sand under our feet. Now I’d never be stupid enough to say Nest is sand below my feet, but if I keep flowing and churning, battering into him and retreating to repeat the process over and over…. Who knows? If I play my cards right and I have enough time, maybe I can wear that big ol’ rock down for just a minute. Heck, I’ll be happy with three seconds. This cosmic cutie has to fulfill her duty, man. I know it’s another day at the office for Nest, but to me this is everything.”