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The Hunter & The Hunted; On-Camera for Molly Reid
Topic Started: Oct 18 2017, 10:40 AM (92 Views)
Paz Guevara
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The mesh of a chain link fence filled the screen as the camera panned across the steel before settling on the dark eyes of Paz Guevara peering out from beneath her bangs.

“Little girl. Baby bear. Kid. All names given to me by people who think I need looking after.”

She shrugged as the fingers of her left hand reached back over her shoulder to grasp the mesh.

“Maybe I do need looking after, a little guidance every now and again… or maybe I just need to grow and learn from my mistakes. Trusting Molly, that was a mistake. I own it. It won’t happen again. But do we ever stop making mistakes? Does age and experience make us immune to folly? I think not. Right now it’s Molly who’s making a mistake. I saw that smug smirk and the glimmer in her eyes when I announced our match would be fought inside a cell. She assumes I’m stepping into her world where she’ll have a clear advantage.”

Paz mulled this for a moment, her nose wrinkling before shaking her head.

“You forgot one thing Molly, while people call me plenty of names when it comes to my age and inexperience, they also call me one more thing… champion. Stepping into a cell doesn’t mean I’m stepping into your world, not even close. As the challenger you’ll walk down that ramp first. You’ll step inside the cage. You’ll gather all your weapons and do your little stretches. Then my music will hit. The lights will dim and the crowd will roar. In that moment, as the ring shakes beneath your feet, and as the Canada Centre itself feels alive with emotion, you’ll understand you’re in my ring, my world, my company. It’ll be small but if the camera zooms in really close it’ll reveal the slightest tremor in that massive Adam’s apple of yours. You blew your load. Played your hand too soon. Now the deck is stacked in my favor. Cracking my face off my belt only steeled my resolve that much more. Any respect I had for you has been cast aside. You say you’re going to hurt me to help me. I say I’m going to hurt you to defeat you. Normally I find my motivation in my brother. I think of Eddie and I find the strength to dig deep and overcome the odds time and time again. But not this time. This one’s for me. This is about making a point, avenging a loss and proving I’m the best not only in Empire but in CWC as a whole. You see Mol, I haven’t reached my pinnacle. I’m not content. I’m not ready to exhale just yet. My goal? To be the CWC World Champion AND the Empire Champion. Fuck, I’d still be the Canadian Champion if Parker allowed it.”

She released the steel mesh and leaned against the fence, letting it support her weight.

“This cell isn’t something I fear. It’s simply a means to an end. A way to resolve our differences definitively, without all the bullshit. You’re excited you get to use weapons? Good for you. But guess what? Every time you knock me down I’ll get back up. Beat me, bloody me… it doesn’t matter.”

Paz hoisted the Empire Championship into the frame.

“Even through a crimson mask the goal will be clear. This means more to me than it could ever mean to you. To you it’s leather and gold. To me it’s legacy and credibility. It’s everything I’ve worked for. Every promise I’ve made come to fruition. Where you see a belt, I see so much more. So you tell me Mol; do you want this as badly as I do? Will you have the will to rise when every muscle in your body is pleading with you to stay down? Will you put your body… no, your career… on the line with reckless abandon just to win this match? Or will wise ol’ Molly realize I want this more than she does and that it’s not worth the sacrifice? You have other titles to chase, other companies to call home. This?”

She raised the belt higher.

“This is all I’ve got. I’ll risk everything for it. Will you?”

Paz chuckled.

“Don’t kid yourself, you won't. At some point you’ll choose self-preservation over victory because you’re the wiser more experienced one. Live to fight another day. But me? I don’t care if this is the last match I ever wrestle. That’s not false bravado, it’s perspective. It’s me looking at my brother confined to a wheelchair and thinking life can be fucking cruel so make the most of every opportunity because it could be your last. This is MY time… MY story. Molly Reid is just a supporting character. If my story ends inside that cell it’ll end with the words, AND STILL EMPIRE CHAMPION. I’m okay with that. I’m ready to accept it. You’re not prepared to do the same. You can open your mouth and say the words but they’ll be as hollow and meaningless as that hug you gave me. This isn’t about being the hunter or the hunted. When they close that door we’re both caged animals… I just have more to fight for. Don't believe me? Just wait, I'll show you.”

As Paz pushed off the cage and exited the frame the scene faded to…


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