Dearest Vickie, Jonathan, Tristian—
These past few weeks have thrust me into a tumultuous whirlwind of transformation. Ever since that fateful moment when Brandon Youngblood callously hurled me over the top rope at Culture Shock, I find myself adrift in a sea of confusion and despair. It is as if an insidious darkness has enveloped me, searing its way into every fiber of my being. Each breath I take feels burdened, as if invisible shackles weigh heavily upon my weary back.
When I entered PRIME Wrestling, my heart once pounded with fervent affection for the world—our world that we’ve built here in PRIME wrestling. It’s vibrant pulse echoes through the hallowed halls of every PRIME locker room worldwide. It once was so contagious—we have the locker room balking at how sickening it was.
But now that vile, hooligan BY, the man that doesn’t deserve to have his name uttered, extinguished that fervor that filled me from head to toe. The very essence of my love—REAL LOVE® now feels like it’s become tainted by the bitter taste of betrayal and resentment. Dare I say it—it’s filled with HA—HA
I cannot bare to finish that word. It rhymes with schmatred.
The treacherous actions of BY cast a shadow on the canvas of my soul. Now a seething tempts of rage burns where my heart once stood. This tempest is born out of the wounded pride watching my…no OUR DREAMS to conquer PRIME getting dashed to pieces by that wretched, ugly fan filled with contempt. Now I’m left doused by a cascade of icy disdain, leaving only resentment in its wake.
Every fiber of my souls CRAVES retribution on the one who has torn asunder the tapestry of our happiness. My heart no longer feels like a sanctuary for compassion and understanding. It’s filled with animosity towards people like Lindsay Troy and others who CONDONED BY’s actions. The vary utterance of that man’s name stirs a storm so violent, I become a maelstrom of rage, disappointment, and bitter disillusionment.
In the midst of these whirlwind of emotion, I must find solace FOR US. I must find the strength to overcome these bitter thoughts, swirling in my head. These thoughts threaten our conquest to spread LOVE from every corner of the PWA. For buried deep in my torn soul, I can still feel a small flicker—one that can become a glimmer of hope. And if there’s still one ounce of hope left, then I can come back from the brink of HA-HA-HA—SCHMATRED and help us destroy the malevolent BY.
So, while I might not be on-board the PRETTY PINK® express with you; I promise to stand firm to resolve these unfortunate circumstances, my loves. I must forge a new path, fueled only by a burning love to help us overcome this adversity. We cannot let that bald loveless jackass awaken anymore dark emotions from within our souls. I refuse let his bloodlust on hatred define THE LOVE CONVOY or shadow our passion for this business.
We will rise from the ashes with a newfound spirit of love. Once I emerge from the depths of the forest—I vow to you we shall overcome all odds and set the world on fire with LOVE.
With REAL LOVE®,
A few weeks ago, exposed Zion’s futile endeavors to control and subdue his hatred. Zion’s friendship with his former friends and business manager Jarome Owens, proved tumultuous to his PRIME career. Sure, both men went through different peaks and valleys throughout their times in PWX, proved to hold Zion back even further.
Yet, amidst the tempestuous feelings of hatred, Zion seeks comfort within the gentle embrace of nature. Anytime Zion feels the weight of discord of any life circumstances, he finds himself retreating to the quiet sanctuary in the mountains of Colorado.
Zion makes it a point to completely unplug, removing all distractions from his life—including his best friends. All Zion desires is to find refuge in the soothing whispers of the wind and the tender caress of the clear, warm sunlight from the Denver skies.
Zion’s set up his sanctuary of peace for the week, where the chaos of his strained career fades into insignificance. Darin hones into the rhythm of nature’s symphony—the melodious bird songs, the harmonious tricking of the river, and the gentle rustling of leaves all calm his mind. It’s become his life’s guiding melody.
Winding through the vigorous path, Zion feels a sense of adrenaline rushing through his veins. His chest tightens up, absorbing the thrill of adventure lacking in his life. It’s almost like he’s transported back into his childhood memories. It reminded him of all the times he went camping with his Cub Scout troop.
Darin is lost amongst a labyrinth of memories from his childhood. While in the midst of this wistful journey down memory lane, Zion stumbles over some random person’s equipment carelessly strewn across the forest floor. This sends Zion tumbling straight against some rocks, gashing his head against them.
This unexpected turn of events sends him into a frenzy. He pounds his calloused fists against the rocks, cursing underneath his breath. As he’s trying with all his might to bite his tongue, a familiar face walks up to check on the injured man.
Darin Zion: Meredith?! What in the hell are you doing here in Denver?
Meredith nonchalantly raises her shoulders, maintaining her composure, blushing from the mishap. Meanwhile, Zion’s all choked up at the moment. It’s been a long time since the duo crossed paths. Zion’s heart begins to skip a few beats as he notices her ethereal beauty, radiating and captivating his attention once more. Meredith glows like a beacon of light, causing Zion to get lost in all the nostalgic moments the two shared. It’s almost like time is standing still for Zion.
As their eyes lock, both get lost in each other’s gaze. Meredith pulls back her hair, almost teasing Zion for a moment. Zion blushes for a moment before he gets sucked back into reality. His eyes dart towards her green Coleman lantern now laying in shambles. Frantically, he scatters around the leaves, collecting all the pieces.
Darin Zion: I’m—I’m—I’m sorry Meredith. I didn’t mean to break it. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to cover the costs…
Meredith: Don’t worry its no big deal…
Meredith graces Zion with a playful smile, her lips curving in a flirtatious manner, hinting a hidden connection between the two.
Meredith: It’s only a piece of equipment.
An uncomfortable hush descends their conversation. The absence of words leaves an awkward void as both stare at the ground, ignoring the building tension. The weight of their unspoken thoughts made everything feel uneasy. Both of them left with unresolved feelings from their broken relationship. Each moment felt like an eternity, the silence gripping them like a vice.
Darin Zion: So um….
Meredith: Yeah….how you doing…
Darin Zion: I asked you first…
A sigh escapes Meredith’s lips, her exasperation apparent in the subtle roll of her eyes. Her actions carry a profound weight of weariness and frustration. She gazes down towards the ground, not wanting to engage Zion with conversation.
Darin Zion: What’s wrong?
Her eyes return back to normal position fixing upon Darin Zion. She’s mustered up the courage to tell Zion what’s on her mind.
Meredith: My boyfriend and I have come up for a weekend escape.
Darin Zion’s awkwardness manifests in a flurry of nervous gestures and fidgeting. He’s abandoned his usual confident posture, almost shriveling up in embarrassment.
Darin Zion: Oh, I’m sorry…didn’t mean to interrupt your romantic getaway. I guess I’ll be heading off…
A mischievous glimmer glows in Meredith’s eyes. Meredith playfully extends her hands, pushing Zion back a few paces. Her playful, light hearted tough urges Zion to participate. Both of them push each other back and forth, a spark of electricity seems to pass them, conveying a sense of camaraderie and amusement. Finally, Darin pushes her back, barking his frustration at her.
Darin Zion: Would you please stop. I’ve got a lot on my plate right now with LOVE CONVOY business and I’ve got to crack this dark feeling looming over me.
Meredith: Everything’s alright, right? I don’t need to call and get you checked back into therapy.
Darin Zion’s face contorts, his gazing fixating on Meredith with a tinge of disdain. His eyes narrow, their intensity reflecting a burning rage untapped deep within his soul. His fists shake at his side while he begins ranting and raving.
Darin Zion: NO! It’s not that! It’s that BY Guy.
Darin flashes a picture of Brandon Youngblood on his phone. Meredith nods, understanding what Zion’s conveying.
Meredith: OH! I know that guy it’s BRANDON…
Darin Zion: DO NOT UTTER HIS NAME! He does not deserve to have his name spoken.
Meredith crosses her arms against her chest, scowling towards Zion. Suddenly the ring tone on her phone goes off and she rushes off.
Meredith: Sorry I couldn’t be any more help, Darin. But my boyfriend calls. Maybe try some yoga out here. I don’t know…just enjoy nature and clear your mind.