Adamson vs. Scott vs. Frost

[TheOne]

OOC Note: Edited because I forgot to spell check

{NEHMIAH: Chapter 3 - Apologies for not updating Chapter 2 in my template}

In the world of rebuilding everything that has collapsed around you, there is one thing that seems to become the last thing that, in regard to the foundation of the rebuild, corrects itself.  And that is the aspect of trust.  Not just amongst the community, like with the situation with the pizza parlor, but with those who once believed in you.

My life has been marred by not being trusted.  I think back to walking through the hallways of my school, and having all eyes upon me.  I remember the whispers.  I remember those who saw me as inferior to them.  And then I remember the boy who tried to instill trust in me before my parents were assimilated into The Compound, and then was the first to betray me.  I remember Hailey disappearing me, and again, those I believed who wouldn't want to stir the pot, doing just that, and causing me, even after I became "The One" to adopt the mentality of not trusting anyone.

And that legitimately meant anyone...

I didn't, truly, trust The Prophets, even though I did their bidding.  I didn't trust my parents.  I didn't trust anyone who had ever been nice to me for any reason and wondered if what my predecessor had told me about Hailey was true.  Yes, I even doubted Hailey.  I doubted everything which was why I made that Compound as secure and under my thumb as possible.  It's why I made sure there was always a way for me to know more than everyone else, just in case someone decided to defy my trust again.

And when I brought it to the ground, I thought it would be the end of these issues...

I thought I would be able to open my eyes to the world, and those around me, and not believe that it is just a matter of time before it happens again.  But I was wrong.  Yes, I have people around me who I don't believe would stab me in the back.  Yes I have begun to let others into my "circle," but I always wonder at what cost it'll be at.  I always wonder if it will be at the cost of my sanity, the cost of my safety, the cost of my life.

I ask these questions, but I also do what I do best, and I bottle them upside inside.

I know, deep down, that the internalizing of all of these emotions isn't the best decision.  I know everyone says talking about your emotions is better than just letting everything build up.  But again, my walls of trust have been wrecked to their foundation by a trebuchet of lies and deceit.  And when it's just me being able to rebuild them, it can only be done at so much speed.  So it takes time to allow myself to stop from ensuring that Kirsten Scott is safe, emotionally and physically.

But the fact is, I have to rebuild, and I have to not let the destruction rule me.  That is the story of Nehemiah.  The rebuilding of the walls of Jerusalem, and reviving the inhabitants to feel a sense of safety once again, after its walls were brought to rubble.  This is my world as well.  My world, ultimately, is still rubble.  My world i ultimately still nothing like what I portray to those around me.  I have to show the strength to those I have allowed to retain my trust, and ensure I am still their protector.

It's what I owe them...

It's what they deserve...

But is it all for naught, or is it being accepted for the truth I am offering?  It's where I'm torn.  It's where I'm confused.  It's where I wish I could read minds.  But the fact is, if trust is to be rebuilt, it has to start somewhere.  I have to start with those who have shown me that I don't have a reason to distrust them, but instead, trust them to be the ones who rebuild my faith in society as a whole.

Sometimes, it's the innocent who carry the most power, and those of us guilty of failure that have to put our egos to the side and open our ears and just... Listen...

Along the banks of the river near where they are staying, and have become a place where the group has all found comforting, Kirsten Scott sits on a bench alone.  Unlike before, she sits alone, just staring out at the river, which has been given an added surge due to a storm, and is extra loud with its rush downstream.  Kirsten stares at the middle of the rushing river, as if trying to intimidate it, but in her mind, she is hyper-focused in the sound of the water rushing.  For her, it is what she needs as the "white noise" to allow her to just stop the world around her, and think.

About an hour or so passes before she feels a hand upon her shoulder.

Kirsten immediately shakes herself out of her almost trance-like state, and looks back to see Emma coming around the side of the bench, and sitting down beside her.  Emma looks at Kirsten and smiles, inside knowing Kirsten is thinking about something, but before addressing it, just admiring the same beauty that is before them, from nature.

Emma Taylor: It's just beautiful, isn't it?

Kirsten's mindset is still scattered, and initially treats Emma like a child.

Kirsten Scott: Yeah... But are you having fun?  I mean, that's why we are here, right?

Emma immediately senses Kirsten's "walls" and initially plays along.

Emma Taylor: I am.  I mean, how couldn't I be?  This is Earth at its purest form.  Water, flowing, going toward the ocean based on where we are located.  It's natural beauty and it's something we can't control.  It's something I can finally sit and enjoy without fear.  It's finally something I can be around and have fun with it in the background.  It's literally perfection at its finest...

Kirsten nods.

Emma Taylor: ... But then there's you...

Kirsten freezes.

Emma Taylor: ... You're not here embracing the beauty.  You're here... And you're in pain... You have your mind racing...

Kirsten takes a deep breath.

Kirsten Scott: Nah... I'm like you... I'm listening to the water flow... I'm letting it's sound bring me a sense of calm I haven't had...

Emma lowers her head and looks back toward the water.  She can feel Kirsten's defiance in her words.  And it's out of nowhere, the growing teenager, the little girl who has grown over the years since being found to be captive by her parents, takes a deep breath and looks over at her savior and sends a shock wave in one word.

Emma Taylor: BULLSHIT!

This is the first time ever that Emma, "The Oracle," has ever uttered such vulgarity toward Kirsten, and Kirsten's eyes go wide before slowly looking her way with a surprised look on her face.  Emma is already looking at her with a stern look of her own, and, again, for a first time ever, it's Emma who chides the woman who set her free.

Emma Taylor: ... I'm sorry, but I can sense what you're thinking, and honestly, it's complete BULLSHIT, and I'm NOT going to allow it...

Kirsten is completely stunned and her jaw noticeably drops.

Emma Taylor: ... I don't care if I was a damn child when we first met, but guess what, I'm at an age where I am learning what the world is now, and how it actually works.  I may miss some nuances, like what happened at AJ's, but one thing I don't miss ANY DAY OF THE WEEK, is a FRIEND lying to my face...

Kirsten's jaw closes and she stares Emma down.

Kirsten Scott: Where... Where am I lying, then?

Emma Taylor: Your little prophetic, comment about the water bringing you calmness.  The water doesn't speak to you.  Yeah, it may bring you calmness, but it isn't giving you insight because you refuse to ask all of the questions.

In fact... You're scared to...

You're scared to be vulnerable to anyone, including yourself.  You're scared it will make those of us who look up to you and respect you run away.

Kirsten just gets a smug look on her face and begins to shake her head.

Kirsten Scott: ... All I can say is, shut up...

This is the first time that Kirsten Scott has ever made any kind of negative situation.  She has always been revered, and for Kirsten to tell Emma to, "shut up," shows Kirsten actually willing to let her guard down and allow herself to treat Emma like she would anyone else.

This doesn't deter, Emma.  In fact, it was an emotion she hoped to bring out in the woman she looks up as her elder sister.

Emma Taylor: You know what, no... I'm not going to you.  Why?  Because I see past this front you have created in front of us.  I see past all of your lies.  And I don't mean that as in you're faking us out, I mean that as you're not as OK as you want us to believe.  I know that something very deep is troubling you.  And while others may not see past the surface, you should know I see through everyone.  You can't hide from me.  I know what you think...

This forces Kirsten to clap back, yet again.

Kirsten Scott: ... You know what, Emma, no matter how fucking clairvoyant you may be, deep down, you will NEVER know what the fuck I am really thinking!

Being called out by name actually does surprise Emma, this time, as this one is much more personal.  Kirsten realizes what she says, and drops her head in self-disappointment.  She immediately takes a deep breath.

Kirsten Scott: ... I'm sorry... I let it get the best of me...

While Kirsten expresses her displeasure with herself, Emma takes a deep breath and continues to push forward.  She first begins by reaching over and placing her hand on Kirsten's arm, which almost creates a "mind meld" like situation between the two, on an emotional level.

Emma Taylor: ... You fear failure, Kirsten... You fear that everything we did, everything we allowed ourselves to go through, everything we put our actual blood relatives through, was in vain.  You fear that my parents and The Compound will rise again.  You fear that you will see all of those you, as you see it, "betrayed," will rise up and have the "numbers game" against you.

You forget us... This is a fear that you are still fighting alone...

You also fear, and I would say this is the crux of it all, is the wrath of your family.  You are scared that one day this will all come back to haunt you and you're going to have to look them in the eye and explain to them why you did what you did, and did so for a group of people who have no kinship to you.  In your soul, you believe you sold them out.  In your soul, you believe you did them wrong, and sold them out, and I get it.  I get that you believe that you broke all of the rules.

I get that the little girl, who still lives inside you fears her parents doing to her what they did to her from the get-go...

I promise, Kirsten... I see it...

I feel it...

Emma takes a deep breath, and begins to brush her thumb back and forth on Kirsten's arm, trying to give a soothing aura about what she is saying.

... But you need to know you're not alone.  I'm in the same boat.  I won't speak for others, just me, but I will say we are a lot alike in that regard.

You and I both know how much of a prisoner I was of my own family and their lifestyle and exploits.  I was used... I was abused... I was just like you in many ways.  We both were just pawns in a scheme of our parents game, but yes, in different ways, I will say.  But in the grand scheme of it... It was the same.  And because of that I look at Kirsten Scott, this hero, to me, in the same way sometimes as she sees me.  I see her as the same little girl that Kirsten Scott sees Emma Taylor, right now.  You can't see me as the girl in her teenage years, growing up day in and out, in front of your eyes, because I was who I was for so many years.

I was a child...

To you... I'm still that child...

And I get it, and you're not alone.  I know Hailey and Ethan are the same.  And I also know that, like you, I'm scared, everyday, that we are the only ones who feel that fear inside...

Kirsten looks confused.

Kirsten Scott: What do you mean, only ones?

Emma Taylor: We know my brother... He's blinded by one thing... Freedom... And I don't blame him.  At his age, he believes this is all over and behind us.  He believes he is a free adult, and he may be.  We don't know what lies ahead.  But he's so happy to be free of the fact our parents imprisoned him, he's not going to give it the time of day.

Hailey... She's the same way for you...

You two are older than Ethan and I, and didn't go through what we did.  But Hailey is older than you, and had to become the black sheep of her family when she lost her power grab against "The One" who preceded you.  It took work for her to begin to rebuild trust and learn to be part of her family again among all of the turmoil.  And yet, she still puts forth a front, like you, like me, like Ethan, where she is the rebel of her family and she believes it on the surface.  She's as lost as us all, but if you confront her, like I am you, she would fight back, again, just like you...

And just like my brother...

But one day it will come to her, and she'll realized she's as lost as us all.  Our family is lost.  Our family is bonded by that one emotion.  But everyone's stubbornness keeps them at an arms length from one another, leaving the potential for mistrust or dissension...

Kirsten Scott: And how do you know all of this, about us all, huh?

Emma smiles, and initially replies in a manner that wouldn't be OK with many, but with Kirsten, would fly.

Emma Taylor: I am "The Oracle," so what do you expect?

There is a very slight grin from Kirsten, and without making light of it, Emma continues on.

Emma Taylor: ... In all honesty, it's the same way I know how Hailey and Ethan feel as well.  I feel it.  I legitimately feel it.  I sense it day in and out.  I have that ability to feel what others don't, and that is where my parents were right.  The "visions" they thought I saw were whatever highs I had at the time.  But the feelings I had about how they should behave and operate were always me.

So yes, I am "The Oracle" in that regard...

And you may never see that side of me, or accept it, and that's OK, because Emma will never look at you and see "The One," instead of Kirsten.  It's part of who we are, and why we are the way we are.  We don't look at one another like others may.  We don't see the superficial.  It's not something that is easily defined, but it is something we both strive to cultivate, no matter how big of an age gap there may be... We feel one another, and we want it to thrive...

Kirsten looks at Emma, completely devoid of response.  She then sucks through her teeth and spins her head back toward the water.  She has never been called out like this before and thinking about what was said.  She takes a deep breath with some hesitation before replying.

Kirsten Scott: I... I just want this pain to go away...

Kirsten sniffles, fighting off any urge to show tears or emotion.

... I did so much wrong in my days.  I hurt so many people.  I embodied an evil that I don't feel I can escape...

Emma squeezes Kirsten's arm.

Emma Taylor: Escaping your demons isn't the answer Kirsten.  Letting them lead you, guide you, and change how you react in the future IS.  And it's not something to try and do all at once.  Hell, I even know that.  It has to happen day by day.

"The One," as it was known in The Compound must no longer exist in reality.  Her essence, sure, that is inevitable because it is tied to you.  But "The One" that Kirsten Scott embodies going forward must break the mold that everyone remembers so that essence begins to fade into history.

You must break that mold!

You have to break that mold by embracing who you were.  You have to take what you did, run with it, and ultimately do what nobody before you ever did.  You have to grow with it!  I mean, do you believe I can't see you reliving your own childhood in this whole situation, just because of being in the wrong place and wrong time?  Do you not think I see that you spoke up, and your parents did to you what, in a sense, they did to me, by imprisoning you in The Compound, first as a child, and then as "The One?"

I am having to learn it, too...

And that's why we have to stick together.  We are learning together.  We are fighting together.  Others may understand bits and pieces, but only we understand the whole story.  We have to accept the realization that the pain and suffering we went through was worth it, in the end.

I believe it...

I wouldn't be here with you, if I didn't... I would have run away with my brother, through the fence, and forgotten your existence, if I felt there wasn't a connection there.  But I didn't because there was more there to acknowledge than I knew...

Emma takes a deep breath, and looks out over the water as well.  Only a few seconds pass, but it feels like an eternity between the two of them.

... And we both know I was forced to grow up faster than I should have, or anyone else my age.  It's why I have taken so much love for such simple things lately.  It's not about being a "kid," as much as it is experiencing those things everyone I could feel got to before me.

And I'll be honest... You and I may not be paddling the same exact boat, but we may be paddling down the samr river, and we need to embrace that this river we are listening to has taught us a lot.  And it's our job to now take what it has given us, and not what it has made us fight against.  If WE don't, then we will both see our families surrounding us once again, in a situation where we are forced to endure nothing but pain and suffering.

But if we face it head on... We have an opportunity to see the family we have before us who is understanding in believing in both of us, which will allow us both to continue to spread our wings, understand who we are, and believe that it may lead to a brighter outcome down the road...

It's with those final words Kirsten just takes a deep breath and, for once in their conversation, actually does what she claimed to have been doing all along, and listening to the river flow.  In her mind, and that of Emma's, the river represents their journey.  Somedays it is upstream, and fighting a current wanting to push them back, other days the paddling is easy.  But most days they face a little but of turbulence that they must endure and continue to make heir way through like most people in society, while assuming their battle is far different.

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{PROMO}

Kirsten Scott sits alone, in a chair illuminated only by a single light, lightly swinging aove her head.  She stretches her neck, and rotates her shoulder, showing the effects of what the melee at Breakdown put her through.  The camera, being intitially at a distance, slowly zooms into her, and she looks up, beginning her speech...

Chance, I think neither of us like to have a REAL match, do we?  We prefer the FIGHT of the streets, and the willingness to just throw hands at whatever, and whomever, come our way.  But the problem was, this time I was ready for it.  Like I said, Chance... This time... It would be different...

Chance, we have our beef and our turmoil and the minute I feel like there is some kind of change in the odds, I'm going to be like a tiger backed into a corner.  I'm going to begin looking at where to strike first, and then strike often.  So while we had our moments of brawling, I kept one idea in the back of my head.  I kept ONE, SINGLE, SOLITARY, THOUGHT, just there as a "break, in case of emergency..."

Roll 'em up and hold 'em down...

You see, you were focused on the fight aspect again.  You made the mistake of doing exactly what I told you we had to NOT do, in order to make our match right.  We allowed that mentality to fuck us over once, and I went in there hoping it wouldn't be twice, but just in case, I made sure I was ready for your "swing for the fences" mentality.  And as our match progressed, you, more and more, reverted back into that mindset, where you wanted to fight me, and not face me, and that's when I knew I had to get you ready for a finish that would end in my favor, and then allow me one final moment...

The chance to throw more punches and FINISH the FIGHT!

So I did what I did...

I rolled you up, you were discombobulated enough to not realize what was happening, and once that third count happened, I went balls to the wall again, trying to FIGHT you.  And it was in that match, that fight, that finish, and that beatdown that I delivered after, that I can definitively say one thing...

Chance, our chapter is CLOSED!

And I don't say that to demean you, shut you down, or say you can never come after this Television Championship again, but it says that this whole saga, this fight battle, this between you and I is over.  If you want to work your way into my path again, you had better earn it.  You had better get this little squabble between us, you don't get to just FIGHT your way to me.  You have to EARN your way.  You don't get to get into this title picture because you beat someone up.  You get into this title picture again because you defeated an opponent in the ring...

Why?

I've fought you...

I've beaten you...

I've PINNED you...

Now it's your turn to realize what it takes to become Televison Champion the RIGHT way because I went down your path and neither of us won.  Then I made you look STUPID and made you realize what you were up against in the REAL WORLD.  So if you want to play with the big boys and girls again on my turf, you do so with MY BLESSING.  I'm not ruling you out, Chance... I'm simply saying you had your, well, chance, and you blew it.  Now you have to do like everyone else and prove that you are worthy of facing the new GENERATION of Television Champion in Supreme Championship Wrestling, and not some honyock that may or may not have been the flag bearer before me.

Like I say when this became my second reign... I am taking it seriously, and making sure that the WORKHORSE of SCW is truly seen, respected, and DEFINED, by what I do.  I am not going to let just anyone walk onto my playing field and become something that I have had to WORK for, twice... So if you want to vindicate yourself, if you want to say you're not just some thuggish brute who WANTS to be something bigger than they are on paper, you get over yourself and this rage that you have inside.  You grow up and decide to wrestle your opposition and step up to the plate, night in, and night out, and show the TELEVISION AUDIENCE why you are worthy of even being in contention for its championship.

The ball is in your court if you think this is TRULY your next step...

If it isn't... Go do what you want...

But if it is, know you have to grow up in my eyes.  And I will be in Mr. D's face for.  You have to grow up from this rage-monster mentality, if I'm Television Champion, and if you do, then our paths will cross again, and THEN the world will see something for THIS TITLE, it has never seen before...

Kirsten hands the Television Championship off to Hailey, flanking her at her right, as her focus goes away from it, to what is in front of her.

... But in Supreme Championship Wrestling, I have learned one thing, over my year long tenure, and that is nothing stops.  Nothing ends. Everything always flows from one moment to the next.  And while I could sit here and drone on about Chance and any future opportunities for the second straight time, guess what, Kirsten Scott has something bigger to fry than a third match with someone with anger issues...

And I know that's ironic for me to say after what happened at Breakdown, but hey, as one wrestler once said, tell me when I'm lying, when it comes to saying I'm the first to have some anger issues in SCW?

EXACTLY!

If anyone wants to claim irony, just go look back in SCW history, and get over it, because now "The One," is moving on and moving forward.  If that is something people don't like, darn, I guess they will have to just do the same, now, won't they?  Because the reality is I have something bigger in front of me NEXT, and it isn't another defense of MY Television Championship.  That's why I handed it to the side.  I didn't want to stand here, acting like a champion, when I am going to be going out there and trying to BECOME a champion in Supreme Championship Wrestling... AGAIN!

And this time, it's not just some random opportunity at a workhorse title that I've come to define...

Hailey's arm is seen reaching into frame with the Television Championship, and Kirsten pushes it off, looking in that direction.

STAHHHHP!

Hailey pulls her arm, and the title, out of frame.

... No, instead, I am getting an opportunity to move up the rankings.  And first and foremost, I am not going to say it is a match for a more important title.  Every title represents a something special in SCW.  The Adrenaline Championship, it's for the people who fly all over, the Underground Title is for the insane human beings, this Television Championship...

Hailey's arm very slowly comes in again, and is slowly pushed away by the palm of Kirsten's hand.

... This match, however, is for the United States Championship, a title with a lot of prestige to it.  One that has been one of the most competitive and fiercely defended and desired in the whole company.  And yes... I include the World Championship as well.  It's a title that, whomever holds it, ends up becoming marked, and PROVING to be one of the most difficult to defeat in the whole organization.  So the fact that Kirsten Scott has worked her way up the ladder, proven herself as a WORKHORSE, is now being seen as someone who deserves a chance to vie for something to put me in a new category of SCW superstar...

And that is not the Workhorse... That is the PEOPLE'S Champion...

You see SCW's United State's Champion is someone who goes out there and fights for everyone.  Sure, it's called the championship of ONE COUNTRY, but it truly represents everyone.  It represents the people who have strived to make SCW what it is today.  Your World Champion, that's just simple... It's the "best of the best" at that moment in time.  But the United States Champion, that's something bigger, if you ask me, because you're being asked to represent the people, versus just proving one singular point.  And that is something I have to look at and say, I am actually honored to be a part of.

Sure, part of my inclusion has to stem from what happened at Breakdown.  Sure, my involvement with the Frosts and Kelsai may have had something to do with it, and them deciding to, again, involve themselves in my business, probably helped, but the fact that the United States Championship will be on the line with me involved is nothing short of...

Well...

Kirsten smirks and her face turns from fun and cocky, to that of very stern and angered.

... An APOCALYPSE!

You see, Kelsai...

You see Deanna...

This whole, year long-ish, thing between the three of us is finally coming to a head, all this time later, and doing so with something on the line where it actually fucking matters.  I've been faced with you each, in my life, time and time again, over these past, roughly 12 months, and it's been a thorn in my side.  And now there's something for us to fight for.  Now there is a REASON for this all to finally come to an end, and it's not because of a brawl, it's not because the Frosts have overstayed their welcome in SCW, it's because it is time for someONE, a specific ONE, and "THE ONE," to go out there in front of the PEOPLE and assert her dominance...

Deanna, you got this title at Rise to Greatness, and you defended it afterward.  I commend you for that.  You made the pre-show matter, and were able to show the world on the main show that you were legit.  I felt I did the same, but I did so against FOUR others, all trying to eliminate ONE.  You just had to do so against Alexis Quinne and call it good.  You succeeded, and I will commend that.  I didn't.  I will ADMIT that.  But like I said, the odds were severely not in my favor, and that is here nor there, because we both made a statement that night.

I guess you could say Kelsai and Chance did, too, but the reality is, who stood in their way, huh?

But that was then, and the reality is now... I have done a lot since Rise to Greatness, and I'd argue I've done more than either of you two.  I've been the person, night in, night out, who has been EXPECTED to perform.  I have been THE... FUCKING... ONE... Who SCW has gotten to throw to the wolves every Breakdown, and just see if I can walk back in one piece.  And that's why I call what I do being the WORKHORSE for this company, but it's about time I expand my reach.  It's about time the WORKHORSE becomes something MORE for this company to lean on, and not just have to sit back and be the token Television Title match of an episode of Breakdown.  It's time that Televison Champion walk out there with more modicums of respect than ever before, and like the namesake of the pay-per view implies...

I am ready to shake this foundation to... Its... CORE!!!!

And, like it or not, that is going to happen...

Kelsai, Deanna, you two have been these little gnats flying around my head for so long, always avoiding being swatted, or somehow fitting through the holes of the flyswatter.  But like I said, here we are for a reason.  You survived for a reason.  It was because you weren't supposed to be erased from the annals of time by a simple swat.  You were salvaged for the purpose of your own Apocalypse.  You were salvaged for the date in which your entire existence became... Historic...

And I don't mean that in a manner where you are going to be this rising hero, I mean in the matter of Pompei.  You are both going to become very aware of what it is like to face a natural disaster at the hands of Kirsten Scott because I am done with this roundabout way we all keep crossing paths.  It's time your paths are led off of cliffs and you fall to your demise.

And that will be what happens...

I don't care what you fight for...

Chance's honor...

The honor of the Frost name...

None of it matters when the Apocalypse comes for you both because that will be when you both realize you are no longer champion of THE PEOPLE.  You don't represent what THE PEOPLE want in SCW.  I may not be the one who claims to be the champion of the people, but I will be the one SCW anoints as such because that night, I am going to leave you both looking up at me and seeing me hold, not just the Television Championship as SCW's ultimate workhorse, but the United States Championship as the definition of WHO I AM and now WHO ELSE I REPRESENT.  Because I already represent the locker room.  I represent those who scratch and claw.  Now it's time I show that I can do more for this organization, and, well, as one person once said...

I HAVE TO FINISH THE STOOOOOORY!

And my story has a long narrative, and this is just another chapter.  This is the NEXT chapter.  See I've always said my journey here was to write the next book, the next chapter, the next iteration of SCW, and scrub the shitty "prequel" that had kind of run its course after its first successes.  And I plan on finishing that ending the right way.  Not the "Firefly" way, where it's all scrambled... Not the "George Lucas" way, where it's just a shit show.  But the way SCW, the people, and those who PAVED THE FUCKING WAY, deserve.  So I will be leaving Apocalypse with the world in flames...

The Walls of Jericho, fallen...

The Potato Famine, mashed...

Pompeii, vanished...

This will be what is left in my wake, and all that will emerge is Kirsten Scott carrying another championship over her other shoulder, and showing the people, much like Moses, the way to the New World.  This will be the future.  This is the prophecy of The Oracle, herself...

And this will become the TRUTH that those in SCW live by, just like death and taxes... THERE WILL BE "THE ONE!"