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Post by REDEFINE Pro on Jul 12, 2015 2:16:54 GMT
2CW World Television Title Tournament - First Round Match: Lillith Morgan vs Sophia Wilson
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Post by "Silver" Sophia Wilson on Jul 16, 2015 14:06:35 GMT
Welcome to the Windy City…
Atop her black and silver motorcycle, a battered and faded birthday gift from years ago, “Silver” Sophia Wilson looked up at the billboard in front of her and brushed her blonde hair out of her face. She unzipped her custom black leather jacket, dropped her silver gloves onto the saddle in front of her, and reached into her inside pocket.
The paper flapped and fluttered in the wind as she opened it up. Beneath the instantly recognisable logo of 2 Cities Wrestling was the address of the arena, and the date she had to be there.
Leaving the safety and comfort of South Eastern Independents had been a tough decision. For the past two years they had put food on the table, paid the rent, and kept fuel in her bike, and she knew that there would be a steady supply of work there.
But that was the problem, it was a comfort blanket, stopping her from stepping out on her own and making her own mark on the world. The shadows of her past were great and dark, and while there was something to be said for steadiness and safety, steady wasn’t enough, not for her, not anymore. Steady was akin to stagnation, and she couldn’t stand still any longer.
Plus staying on the South Eastern Circuit kept her too close to Georgia, and by extension… him. That particular shadow extended far, and she understood as well as anyone that crossing three state lines wouldn’t be enough, on its own, to escape it. However, the physical distance gave her confidence and a sense of serenity; and that was enough for now.
She was nervous of course, she knew of Lilith Morgan by reputation, and she’d heard plenty about 2CW’s tough biting wrestling style from her friend Sasha Foote.
She felt the burn of the long journey north, her legs hurt from the riding, and her helmet was littered with the corpses of every kind of insect one could imagine.
And she knew this was only the beginning; she knew there were tougher times to come, and plenty of bruises between here and the end.
And she knew that none of that would stop her.
Just off the road to her right, she saw a notice board. It was littered with postcards and post-it notes of the various bikers who had passed through this way. The notes were a diverse mix of inspirational quotes, pledges to gangs and gods, and offers for nighttime “company”.
She got down from her bike and made her way towards it, and pinned her letter to the board, before making her way back to her bike.
At the bottom of the letter, she left a message of her own:“Cast your own shadow” - Sophia Wilson, Future 2CW Television Champion
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