Post by Deleted on Sept 27, 2018 10:55:32 GMT -8
 No one said it had to happen this way. You made this decision - you made your choice. This choice is yours to live with for the remainder of your time on this earth. For a moment, you may wipe your brow and breathe out a sigh of relief, thinking I’m not speaking directly to you, but you’re wrong. Each and every one of you made this choice. It was to be our night, our night together, in Toronto. We could have done so many things, but the decision was up to you. What would Toronto hold for the two of us? And ultimately, what would your choice say about you? Deimos chose the Uniun night club because he wanted to impress me with how easy it was for him to belittle it. Yes. His wish was to showcase his contempt for ‘anything’ and ‘everything’. This ‘disgust’ he portrayed only highlighted the fact that he allowed that which conjured his disdain control him. If someone’s opinion countered his, it was an attack. He could not let it go. He was a victim of a simple mind. Uniun proved to be cliche and not worth the price of admission, much like Deimos. Samantha Hamilton chose the CN Tower. She said she loved the view and admittedly, it was lovely. However, silently, she needed the view - she needed to tower over all those around her. Why? She knew, deep inside, that despite her outward appearance of power and might - she was small and vulnerable. Samantha Hamilton, with all of her gifts, would never stand so tall without the help of that tower. FM Young directed us to the Equinox gym at Yorkville. She demanded we go-declaring that an ‘out of shape’ body would lead to an ‘out of shape’ mind. As I watched her muscles flex and soften - as I watched the sweat roll off of her body - all I could see was an ‘out of shape’ identity. Her greatest accomplishment outside of the Iron Championship, was her ‘goofy sidekick’ who was, by all counts, more interesting than she ever would be. As she dabbed her sweat whilst gazing upon herself in the mirror-she could see it. For me, it was leg day. Both members of the Enigma Protocol would not yearn for wine and dine. No. Neither would find themselves interested in music or intellectual fulfillment. Both would opt for McDonalds. Yes, of course, McDonalds. Their propensity for vapid utterances such as ‘alpha dogs’ and ‘apex predators’ would only be matched by their bland pallets for both foodstuffs and ‘out of the box’ thinking. I ushered them to the ballpit where, finally, they could be ‘the top of the food chain’ all while being at their favorite fast-food chain. The menu was unappealing. Talia Areano wanted to go window shopping in the Eaton Center. She played her role, wanting ‘girl time’ in between ventures to the gym and stops at Starbucks for pumpkin spice lattes. I watched her as she gazed through the store windows looking at overpriced clothing and imagined her having the same depth as the very mannequin wearing the clothing she so desired. I saw her looking around with this desire to be seen. She wanted attention like a Kardashian logging into Twitter. I didn’t buy anything. Azurine Vebbins suggested dancing. We went to NEST and it was loud enough to drown her ‘put on’ accent and desperate sought affection. We couldn’t dance, however, as dancing in unison must be fluid while all she could do was force the issue. Just like her life-she forced everything. From being submissive, strange, and clingy. Everything was an act, but deep down, staggering truth could be found. Underneath it all, all Azurine Vebbins was, was the objectification of females nuzzled into an immature boy’s idea of ‘lesbian romance’. She followed someone into the bathroom and disappeared with a ‘flush’. I danced the rest of the night away. Alyssa Daniels joined me at High Park where we could have a moment away from the city, ‘within the city’. There we spoke and she proved to be the most enlightened of our little group of title contenders. However, she constantly second guessed herself. She chewed her pretty pink fingernails do the quick as she couldn’t help but catastrophize at every turn. I saw, in our dear Alyssa, a girl who sought identity in everyone she ran into. If it were not Kevin Moss, god rest his soul, it was her father Keith Daniels. Yet, when I baited her, she turned on her entire family. Soon thereafter, she ceased to have meaning when she began dating the black hole that is Azurine Vebbins. As for what she said about Vebbins, I couldn’t tell you… I stopped listening. And finally dear Shido. He and I both knew we were set to potentially destroy each other, but we allowed it to remain a cloud overhead which proved only dark enough to add ambience to our evening. We went to Hashimoto Restaurant which carried a flat rate in the hundreds of dollars range for one meal - not including gratuity. Yet, this didn’t matter to Shido, as nothing ever really did. His enigmatic persona clashed with my own. Knowing, deep down, that ours was merely an exchange of pleasantries most would never translate. Yet, in all of Shido’s grace and pageantry, there was a kind of contradictory apathy he couldn’t reconcile. He was then and will always be a magician, but his magic depended on what was hidden behind the curtain. The meal was excellent and the price Shido would pay was high. Each and every one of you had a plan for our evening in Toronto. You all had it in your hearts and minds that you deserved to win at Wide Awake. Yet, all of you were, and still are, sound asleep. In summation, I came to Toronto to change the trajectory of Elysium forever. |
