Post by Samantha on Feb 24, 2024 20:30:09 GMT -5
Whisper on a scream…
Doesn't change a thing…
Don't bring you back…
Blue on black.
—-Kenny Wayne Shepard Band
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After her interview about Terrordome with Luis Montes, Samantha Tolson left the studios, which happened to be in downtown Denver, and got into her baby-blue BMW sportscar. As she backed out of her parking space and guided the machine into ‘Drive’, she began to think about Jace.
Luis had wanted answers, and she'd sidestepped them, at least in the moment, but things would have to be addressed as it pertained to the actual Terrordome match. As she guided her car onto the freeway, she rubbed a hand on her temple, the whole thing giving her a headache.
As she got outside the city and to more open road, she pushed down on the gas pedal, the engine growling with power finally unleashed, as if it couldn't wait to remind her of the joy of driving it. She sped past the road that would take her to Sanctuary, allowing herself a few minutes to think as she roared through the ups and downs the highway had to offer. Eventually she found a spot to turn around, heading back to her road at a legal speed, and making the turn to traverse the winding uphill road to the mountainside mansion she and Jace had purchased over 18 months prior.
Parking on the circle drive, she turned off her beast in baby blue, stepping out to go inside. She made a beeline for their bedroom, stripping out of her dress and heels while in her closet. She emerged in one of her ‘PLMM Apparel’ shirts and a pair of her PLMM pants, the one that framed her ass like a heart.
The weight of Jace on her mind caused her to walk to her bathroom, grabbing a couple of Tylenol from the medicine cabinet, sending them down the hatch without the benefit of water. She decided on a glass of wine, making her way through the cavernous home to fetch a nice glass of red.
A couple of sips later, her mind began to ponder how to speak her mind to the man she had been hoping for a while now to marry. It had to be from the heart, strong, and yet personal. She grabbed the bottle and her glass, heading for her study-slash-office.
She sat at the desk, putting the bottle down as she sat, polishing off her glass. She closed her eyes for a moment, inhaling and exhaling slowly and deeply, trying to clear her noggin and come up with something as she stared down at her personal stationery. Pouring herself another glass of red, she sighed deeply.
Would a note be too soft? Would he see it as her resigning herself to a certain outcome, both in the match and their relationship? She didn't know, but she was certain that what she was about to write came straight from the heart.
Picking up a pen, she began:
My Dearest Jace Parker,
There are some things I need to get off my chest, things I need to say to you before Terrordome that I don't feel should be done in public. I ask forgiveness for this method of delivery, for in a perfect world I'd say them to you directly. We're not in a perfect world, unfortunately, so I'm writing you this letter to ensure you know my mind ahead of time.
Let me start with this: I love you more than you may know. I try my best to show it to you as often as possible, to tell you so each and every day. I pray I've succeeded in that endeavor.
Now, to business.
I want the UPRISING World Championship more than anything else in the world, professionally speaking, and on a personal level, the only things I want more are you, and the family we've created with The Kingdom.
I detest Gorgo for putting us in this position, where we're at loggerheads over something we both want very badly. There are far better ways for each of us to chase down that belt, even though it would still mean a war of the roses at some point.
I don't like the idea of fighting you, Jace. I'm fully aware that's not necessarily what you want to hear, and I'm also fully aware of your battles with Tara long ago while you were married. My experience with fighting loved ones has been different than yours, as it's cost me deeply on more than one occasion.
I can't express to you the number of friends, especially, that I've either lost, or our friendship isn't nearly the same as it once was. So I hope you can understand my trepidation in the days we have left leading up to this match. The absolute last thing I want is for something as temporary as a championship to come between us and crack the foundation we've fought to build.
But I have to also say that I understand that at some point, this was likely bound to happen. I don't relish the thought of seeing you as an opponent, and I know where our minds go when we look across the ring at those who stand in our way. It will hurt to look at you with those eyes at Terrordome, if only for a moment.
That said, when they lock me in a pod, if I want that belt back, I have zero choice. And believe me when I tell you with all the clarity and honesty I have, that I want that belt back desperately.
So I'm going to go balls to the wall, Jace. I'm going to throw all my proverbial spaghetti against the wall in the hope it sticks. I'm not going to hold back, even on you, because to do so would be an insult to you. I don't care one bit what Kalinda ad Yelena think, but I value your opinion highly. If that means I have to go through you to get back what's been taken, then so be it.
My love, I'm not sure where this will leave us after the end of what is bound to be a brutal battle. I know where I hope it leaves us. I pray we're strong enough to weather this, because it's a massive test of our relationship. My track record in these situations is lackluster at its zenith, so for us to be as close after as we are before is my desired outcome.
Unfortunately, I'm not completely in control of that, and it drives me nearly mad to have to relinquish that grasp. Yet, let go I must, if only for a little while.
You'll get the best of me that night, Jace, in every way imagineable. This is my promise to you, my word that you will get the fight from me you've craved since almost the moment we began dating. No quarter given, none expected.
You've wondered, aloud and publicly, what this match means to me. What again holding that belt in my hands is worth to me. I'll answer that with a phrase that has equal meaning for both my Big Red, as well as the man whom I love so dearly yet stands in my way as I close this letter.
THIS. MEANS. EVERYTHING.
With all my love,
Samantha
She sat back with a sigh, grabbing her wine glass and emptying it. Neatly folding the letter, she grabbed an envelope, scrawling the words “Read before Terrordome” on the front before tucking the letter inside.
Standing and grabbing the wine bottle, she went to his study, placing the letter in the center of his desk after giving it a kiss, marking it with her wine-stained lips. She then took another deep breath, raising her wine bottle in a sort of toast to him before taking a long, healthy swig.
To her mind, this was best. Best to let him know how she felt, best for her own internal peace.
As she left his study, she could only hope he would share that thought.