Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2017 0:07:09 GMT
OOC: according to google docs, this is 750 on the dot. Good lucks, Weems.
Above the clouds, over the moon, a blue box rotates through space unrelenting in its ferocity. The need for speed is apparent in its dizzying approach. With her scanners back in full operational mode after a lot of hard work and a few distractions, they pulsate throughout the world like echolocation.
Last time Anna Mathews was on your television screens under the Pollo-Whatever banner, she had beaten Angel Kash so badly, the bitch had to run off to Australia in what has turned out to be a flimsy attempt to never see her again.
But naturally, things have changed a lot since then.
We could get into the whole story for those who don't know but anybody who knows anything about timely wimey people could probably make a guess as to what happened. New look, new personality, and the added detriment of forgetting a pretty decent chunk of her life. She was, for lack of better terminology, a completely different woman. Half the time when watching back the archives, the current Anna couldn't believe that was her. Technically, it is but isn’t. The grand paradox of a regeneration.
Or is it?
Looking back at these tapes of the short term relationship that was Annammerstein, nobody could’ve foreseen that the bumbling buffoon with the puppy dog eyes is the American Nightmare that stands ready to take the medal she held now in complete bafflement. That a man who has so much confidence as to threaten so he can get title shots was once so meek by comparison. That this guy who rolls with a group of grappling glorified perfume salesmen became this way, in part, because a crazed, lolcat-spouting bitch threw wrenches aimed at his head (usually hitting their target) to train and test his agility. Yet, that was in the eyes of a camera. It’s not exactly the same as remembering those moments in those shoes and there are many more hidden somewhere in the abyss.
Hammerstein remains one of the fragments of her old life. Whenever she heard that they were what they were, it was shocking but it also made perfect sense. The whole “breaking up because he ran me over with a car” thing didn't. Even with the little she knows...
Time Lords lie.
A sigh and a smile. Under any other circumstances, she would go crazy with wondering about the why. But in this case, the why was obvious. All anyone had to do was look at the present.
Hammerstein is becoming a monster who will do what he needs to in order to be somebody so that he can have a life for his wife and possible children that isn’t shit. Even without remembering their relationship, Anna knows that her previous version never could have given him the life he has right now, the one he fights so desperately to keep. She feels it in her gut that she-that-was-her made the right call.
Which in turn made the desicion to fight so simple.
Yes. He has the bonus of knowing exactly where he had came from and what he had to endure. He has the mental foundation that she lacks at the moment and he became a champion. Memories can motivate.
Anna, by comparison, had to rely on the few fragments that had been told to her. She had to ultimately go out into the world to find an identity. HELL wasn't running any shows and when they did, she wasn't booked. She had to go to Budokan Gaijin Dream Fight to bash a few skulls in and win the Queen of Kaiju championship. She had to go to Outback Pro and team up with a man who has the strongest punches in existence. She had to go through the Tower. She had to do all of that not just to remember, but to figure out if she could pick up where her predecessor-self left off.
The memories in Hammerstein’s mind may give him a gusto to defeat her. But when they are finally in that ring and they look into each other’s eyes, he’s going to see that old Anna--a her she don't recognize because she’s so close to the bone--staring back. Every bit of residual baggage will hit him like a virus. Then she’d hit him like a train. Because while in many ways she may be weaker than what she was, there is one thing the Anna Elizabeth Mathews of now could do better than her ancient self.
She could move forward.
Above the clouds, over the moon, a blue box rotates through space unrelenting in its ferocity. The need for speed is apparent in its dizzying approach. With her scanners back in full operational mode after a lot of hard work and a few distractions, they pulsate throughout the world like echolocation.
Last time Anna Mathews was on your television screens under the Pollo-Whatever banner, she had beaten Angel Kash so badly, the bitch had to run off to Australia in what has turned out to be a flimsy attempt to never see her again.
But naturally, things have changed a lot since then.
We could get into the whole story for those who don't know but anybody who knows anything about timely wimey people could probably make a guess as to what happened. New look, new personality, and the added detriment of forgetting a pretty decent chunk of her life. She was, for lack of better terminology, a completely different woman. Half the time when watching back the archives, the current Anna couldn't believe that was her. Technically, it is but isn’t. The grand paradox of a regeneration.
Or is it?
Looking back at these tapes of the short term relationship that was Annammerstein, nobody could’ve foreseen that the bumbling buffoon with the puppy dog eyes is the American Nightmare that stands ready to take the medal she held now in complete bafflement. That a man who has so much confidence as to threaten so he can get title shots was once so meek by comparison. That this guy who rolls with a group of grappling glorified perfume salesmen became this way, in part, because a crazed, lolcat-spouting bitch threw wrenches aimed at his head (usually hitting their target) to train and test his agility. Yet, that was in the eyes of a camera. It’s not exactly the same as remembering those moments in those shoes and there are many more hidden somewhere in the abyss.
Hammerstein remains one of the fragments of her old life. Whenever she heard that they were what they were, it was shocking but it also made perfect sense. The whole “breaking up because he ran me over with a car” thing didn't. Even with the little she knows...
Time Lords lie.
A sigh and a smile. Under any other circumstances, she would go crazy with wondering about the why. But in this case, the why was obvious. All anyone had to do was look at the present.
Hammerstein is becoming a monster who will do what he needs to in order to be somebody so that he can have a life for his wife and possible children that isn’t shit. Even without remembering their relationship, Anna knows that her previous version never could have given him the life he has right now, the one he fights so desperately to keep. She feels it in her gut that she-that-was-her made the right call.
Which in turn made the desicion to fight so simple.
Yes. He has the bonus of knowing exactly where he had came from and what he had to endure. He has the mental foundation that she lacks at the moment and he became a champion. Memories can motivate.
Anna, by comparison, had to rely on the few fragments that had been told to her. She had to ultimately go out into the world to find an identity. HELL wasn't running any shows and when they did, she wasn't booked. She had to go to Budokan Gaijin Dream Fight to bash a few skulls in and win the Queen of Kaiju championship. She had to go to Outback Pro and team up with a man who has the strongest punches in existence. She had to go through the Tower. She had to do all of that not just to remember, but to figure out if she could pick up where her predecessor-self left off.
The memories in Hammerstein’s mind may give him a gusto to defeat her. But when they are finally in that ring and they look into each other’s eyes, he’s going to see that old Anna--a her she don't recognize because she’s so close to the bone--staring back. Every bit of residual baggage will hit him like a virus. Then she’d hit him like a train. Because while in many ways she may be weaker than what she was, there is one thing the Anna Elizabeth Mathews of now could do better than her ancient self.
She could move forward.