; glory and gore [1]

T H I R T Y - S I X ; SUN

____Nobody said it's easy, we knew it'd be rough...

A marvellous figure gets deformed by an excessive frown, disdain being the unique response offered to the ungrateful and versatile crowd.

Her feet are firmly planted on the ground, standing tall, calm and collected in the center of her favourite home : the ring.

Although her outside lets the World asssure that its absence of recognition sickens her to her guts, the opposite effect actually occurs within Sasha's entity.

She inhales vivid hatred and exhales undying determination, ready to blow their unoriginal minds and silent absurd criticisms regarding her abilities.

The fans she inherited out of her formidable rise in NXT eventually vanished in the blue, replaced by endless doubters and smarks claiming they could outdo her "pathetic" reign without even trying, foolishly mistaking the awful booking's victim and authors.

If anyone were to blame for running the company to the ground, admiring it crashing and burning without even realizing the upcoming threat, it would be the useless writing's teams alongside the chaotic management.

While Shane is battling through thick and thin in order to assure the WWE would regain its past glory, his father can't help but discrediting each of his achievement.

Helpless Superstars are since stuck in between the way they'd adore to see the business being ruled and the orders spit out by an unyielding, out of touch, maniacal boss.

Few attempted to go against the grain no matter the consequences, sparking a freil flame inside of their fellow wrestlers' eyes, but ultimately suppressed of the conversation by  carreers' buryings.

Most of the locker room ended up forced to let go of their unrealistic dreams, trading their childhood aspirations to live a lie put up by the Devil itself.

Therefore Banks finds herself executing the orders, reluctantly following the officials' ridiculous plan since they only kept the belt on her to make her look weaker than ever, void claims seemingfully taking over her former bossy attitude.

She's explaining to the whole Universe the reasons why she wouldn't grant Becky of yet another opportunity, belittling her unlimited talent while in the inside, she's craving so badly to go toe-to-toe with the driving force of the Women's division.

Despite clearly voicing it up to the key player, Sasha does indeed has the utter respect for the Irish's abilities, innovative's style and incredible show of heart.

With apprehension she delivers the last part of her pre-written speech, well aware that it would sound like nothing but a mess, the sole idea she'd run away from a fight drastically contrasting with her cherished and prideful persona.

Lynch's theme blares out through the arena, receiving a surprising but much appreciated pop that even puts a smile to the side of the Boston native's lips.