; glory and gore [1]

T W E N T Y - E I G H T ; SUN

______Let me freeze time before we turn cold...

Almost her entire life Sasha has been reduced to be a shadow on the background of the picture, the kind you barely even notice that simply appears to congratulate others' success.

Quiet, confidence lacking, too fragile both physically and mentally are the caracteristics that would constantly come back haunting her, thrown at her face each time she scratched and begged for a tiny opportunity.

If only they would have given it to her, offering Mercedes the chance to reach glory whilst holding on to her gentle heart. If only the people in charge back then could have seen through her ordinary facade, noticing an unlimited potential, maybe she would have never followed such a dark path.

She'd have never trade her values, smothered any ounce of good within herself and rejected the only persons who ever cared about her, all in hopes to fulfill a lifetime dream.

She craved for a change and, although she first expected it to come with her unstoppable team, she soon realized that none can share the spotlight in the WWE. It's always nothing more than a death struggle, blood eternally staining the winners' hands, lungs and souls, reminding them of their unforgivable sins.

Sasha suppressed the usual top faces from the posters spread into every town they'd step foot in, satisfying the audience's brutality hunger, in order to replace theirs by hers. She changed the entire perception of what women's wrestling is all about, her determination eventually exploding in front of larger and larger crowd, following her inspirational journey with the greatest of attention.

She exceeded everyone's expectations, proved wrong countless doubters, earned her place on the main roster and yet none of her accomplishments matter up here.

Vince makes a point to recall it to not only her but each and every single employee working for his company, rapidly turned into toys following his merciless directives. He pushes her buttons, promising her the world solely to offer her the leftovers, the three minutes of hole in the program, the interrogation mark on the kick-offs' dark match.

He keeps belittling what she represents and what she actively fought to make a reality of, laughing of it all. The story could have end just like that, the Devil himself burning down Mercedes' cherished pages from the History books, her name forgotten in a blink of an eye.

Except this is not about Mercedes here, it hasn't been for a while now and the fact the self-proclamed leader of the McMahon's clan can't seem to figure it out yet is a precious window of opportunity.

Sasha managed to hold her own through the whole tournament but if they're to put a special stipulation on such a thing, that simply means they're ready to use interferences in order to put a crown over their blonde princess once again.

Those fools apparently can't seem to comprehend they're not the only ones playing dirty anymore. Lucky for them, they are about to wrap their minds around that fact lighting fast.