Post by Zelda Knite on Apr 13, 2013 22:40:16 GMT -6
You know what sucks about being considered “The Best” at anything?
It always feels like you are always having to defend that title, even when being put into a six woman cage match where literally anybody could win at any second because only one pinfall is required. No offense meant towards the one who is going to be my sister-in-law here very soon, but even though she’s the champion, we all know what everybody is going to say if they win a match like this... “I hold a victory over Zelda Knite”, or “I won a match featuring Zelda Knite.” It’s always the same thing, I can’t be in a match like this without hearing the cries of wanting to beat Zelda, all the fingers pointing at me, wanting me to take the fall. I’m going to be honest, at times it kinda sucks. Imagine if you had the high score on your favorite arcade game, but instead of just being able to sit back and enjoy your name written up there in the lights, you had to hear every day of every week about how somebody new was going to step up and take that from you so you constantly had to defend it.
Yea, pretty lame isn’t it?
I guess this is a chance for somebody else to be the “first” though, I’m not blind, I’m not walking around like some mindless idiot, I know everybody is looking at this as the chance to be NCW’s first female gladiator, looking at this as one of the few accomplishments I didn’t get to first and I’m ok with that. I can’t be the first woman to do everything around here and heck it’s not like just being the first person to win the Starlets championship is what got me into the hall of fame... it was what I did with the belt afterwards that propelled me there. It’s what I did for the company, causing NCW’s popularity to skyrocket beyond even the most avid fan thought possible. I helped take this company to levels that were unmatched since, when I left because I didn’t have that new contract offer from Leonard Fox... that’s when the Starlets division started to falter, that’s when things went downhill because there wasn’t anybody at my level to hold the belt and make it awesome like I could. I wasn’t named the best in this division based off being the first to win a women’s division match or by going through that tournament and “getting lucky” as a 19 year old rookie... I made myself into the best by always putting everything I had into every match, no matter how big or how small, fighting every match like it was a six woman Coliseum match at Sovereign.
But that’s just what I do.
Remember how I was only in that first tournament because Kelly was pregnant? Remember how that was all anybody ever said to me like they were Navi screaming at me to “LOOK!” and “HEY! LISTEN!”, because they thought it was witty to insult my place in the company.... and do you remember how I shut all of them up? Maybe this match means something to all of you, maybe it’s vitally important to you that you walk out of here with your “victory” over Zelda Knite and with your accomplishment that Zelda doesn’t have.... but to me it’s just another match. It’s just another fight. It’s like facing Ryu in Street Fighter. Sure everybody loves Ryu and he’s nice a tough but beating him isn’t any more special than kicking the crap out of Blanka. It’s just another match lined up in my career. I’ve already accomplished things nobody will ever take from me, I’ve already found a spot in the NCW Hall of Fame, it isn’t like this is going to make that any more important.
See that’s the difference:
Where several of you are trying to build up a legend, trying to gain your exposure and notoriety, trying to make yourselves into something great and thinking that this point is a great springboard opportunity or a way to prove that you’re on the same level of “The best” Zelda Knite.... I’m looking at this as just one more match before NCW closes it’s doors. Maybe I’ll win, maybe I won’t, but at the end of the night my legend is already set in place...
I already got the High Score, I’m just trying to extend that lead before we go.
[We open up to see Zelda sitting on her bed with her Xbox controller in her hands watching the television screen. She smiles and laughs as she intensely glares at the screen, obviously intent on killing something on there when she suddenly jumps up, throws the controller down, and points in the face of the person sitting next to her and surprise... that person isn’t Simon Daye...]
Zelda: HA! Suck it Cross! Boom, headshot!
Xavier Cross: You’re ridiculous, that was ridiculous, this whole game is ridiculous.
Zelda: You mad bro?
Xavier: You’re a towel!
[Zelda laughs as she punches Cross in the upper arm and he pretends to act like he just got smashed by the hand of God. At this moment is when Simon day with a towel over his shoulders after a hard day of working out with GIb comes walking through the door, Zelda jumps up again in excitement and runs over putting her arms over his neck and shoulders before giving him a kiss on the cheek and heading back to her and Cross’s game. Simon looks at them confused.]
Simon: Wait... what is going on here?
Zelda: What? We’re playing a game... and I’m kicking the crap out of him.
Xavier: Keep thinking that girl-tits.
[Zelda cocks an eyebrow at Cross in confusion.]
Zelda: Was that supposed to be an insult?
Xavier: I’m not sure anymore, you’re beating me at this game and everything is off now.
Zelda: Lets.. just get back to the game, before you say something more stupider than that.
Xavier: Me stupid.. sure.
[Zelda turns to head back to her game but is grabbed by the arm by Simon who pulls her back. Zelda cocks her head to the side and smiles cutely at him as he pulls her close.]
Simon: Zelda, can I talk to you alone?
Zelda: Sure... what’s wrong?
[Simon motions his head towards the door way and Zelda has no problem following him out into the hallway of the house. Simon twiddles his thumbs and looks like he’s trying to think of how to put this nicely and Zelda just seems more confused and worried.]
Zelda: Si.. Simon?
Simon: I’m just going to say it... Zelda? What’s going on here?! Why is he even here, why is he in your bedroom alone with you? Why did I walk in on you two flirting at each other? What is this?
Zelda: Simon what are you... I... what? Me and Cross are just friends, I’ve known him for years when he and Adam were good friends.
Simon: Yeah, just like you’ve known Rob Diamond for years?
[Zelda doesn’t look amused now. She puts her hands on her hips and glares at Simon like she’s trying to bore a hole in his face with laser vision or something. Simon turns around, knowing that he’s heading down the wrong path but he has to get this off his chest. He turns back around and lifts his arms up, as if pleading with her.]
Simon: I heard about the little date you and him set up Z!
Zelda: It’s just coffee... and I don’t even drink coffee. It’s nothing but us trying to put this behind us and be friends. What’s wrong with that?
Simon: I don’t know... maybe the fact that you were carrying the man’s child not that long ago! You were engaged, those types of feelings couldn’t possibly just fade away into nothing.
Zelda: What are you accusing me of?
Simon: Nothing... yet.
[She looks really fired up now, Zelda takes her index finger and jabs it right into the middle of Simon’s chest who takes a step back from the brief impact of the mighty finger, but does not get taken off his feet.]
Zelda: You listen here! I haven’t even thought about doing anything like that, I would never do that to you!
Simon: Isn’t that what you said to Kyle about Jacobsen? I remember what happened next... Las Vegas hotel room at midni....
[Simon doesn’t take a finger to the chest this time, this time he takes a full slap hard across his face, the sounds of which echo through the hall and spins Simon’s head sideways from the impact. Simon holds his cheek as he looks back up and Zelda who has steam boiling from her ears, her face red with anger and breathing heavily.]
Simon: Zel...
Zelda: ...
[Zelda brings her hand up like she’s about to jack him again with another slap but takes a breath and brings it down. She bites down on her bottom lip like she’s trying not to say anything she’ll regret and trying to hold back some emotions before she finally breaths again.]
Zelda: Leave.
Simon: Zelda, I’m just, it’s just I’m worried about...
Zelda: Just go. We’ll talk about it later, or something.. just.... just go.
[Simon seems like he’s going to say something else, possibly digging his hole deeper but instead he thinks better of it and just nods his head and heads away. Zelda takes a deep breath through her gritted together teeth before turning back and heading into her bedroom without saying another word to Simon. When she walks in Xavier Cross seems a bit out of place, and confused.]
Xavier: That was awkward...
Zelda: Shut up XavierCross.
Xavier: Your boyfriend is kind of a dick.
Zelda: ...
Xavier: So should I go or something?
Zelda: No you’re fine... I’m just... I don’t know what to think right now.
[Zelda lowers her head, puts her hands over her face and begins to softly cry, but it’s obvious she’s trying to hide it. Cross jumps to his feet and tells Zelda to come here and puts his arms around her in a hug, who is trying to fight him off the whole time as she’s still not trying to show any emotion.]
Xavier: Hey come on it’s going to be fine, don’t let that get to you, you’re stronger than that.
Zelda: Thank you.
[Zelda stops fighting the friendly hug and puts her arms around cross as she tells him her thanks, but suddenly he pulls back... he still has the controller in his hands! He makes a few quick movements with the joystick and hits the trigger and...]
Xavier: Boom headshot! I win! Who’s the beotch now!?
[Zelda with her eyes still holding back the flood gates turns and looks at the TV screen and sees Cross won the match... apparently still playing despite her not being there and begins to laugh. She turns back and looks at cross and with a weird half sad/half amused look gives him a playful shove in the chest, knocking him back down onto the bed in a seated position.]
Xavier: Come on, if you beg me I’ll give you a rematch.
Zelda: *laughs*
[We fade to black on the sight of Zelda gently laughing, picking her controller up off the floor.]
I could go into a breakdown of each and every one of my opponents in this match...
but I’m not Joe Everyman.
I could talk about all the times I’ve beaten Blood Diamond’s individually by myself.
but I don’t like to hold things over people’s heads.
Ok that’s a lie. I love to do that.
But seriously. How about you guys instead tell me what you want to hear, that’s what you’re typically the best at right? Telling me what I’m going to say, telling me how I’m going to feel, telling me how I’m the egotistical little tramp who gets under your skin because I’m I think I’m better than all of you?
First... lets just be honest here: I am better than you. The Hall of Fame induction kinda proves that.
Second... you don’t know me as well as you think you do.
Sure maybe my relationships and my affairs and whatever else has been public knowledge since I was nineteen, but that doesn’t mean you know what makes me tick, what makes me keep going each and every night. Do you know what it feels like to feel like you have nothing in this world, do you know what it feels like to be told that you ARE nothing in this world... each and every night of your life for sixteen years? Do you understand how that could possibly make me want to overcompensate when I finally do find something that makes me feel like I belong? Imagine being the geeky little girl who loves video games in a world filled with Cheerleaders and Jocks who want nothing more than you as a notch on their belts. Maybe some of you are too old to remember what that was like, or maybe you part of that group... but It’s like yesterday to a 22 year old who ran away from that life to train as a professional wrestler under her brother.
I put my entire heart into this business because it is what saved my life, it was what stopped me from being another teenage sob story hanging at the end of a rope.
I put my soul into this because it’s more than just a game... it’s a reason to live, it’s a reason to exist, it’s something to me that means way more than that big chunk of gold, it’s something that brings me happiness in ways that you could never understand unless you were there in my shoes, sitting there in a dark room with nothing but a flashlight as you wrote a note to your brother telling him you were sorry that he was never going to get to see his little sister again...
You have no idea what makes me tick, what drives me to always be the best in the ring.
Wrestling is more than wins and loses to me.
Maybe you want to be apart of some kind of changing of the guard, but I don’t see the point. You keep calling for some kind of new world order but you don’t seem to understand that there isn’t a reason to change. The culture of the Starlets division was built of people trying to be as good as me... somebody who was putting their everything on the line each and every week, somebody who was giving it their all every night... that’s bad to you? That’s something that needs to be changed to you? I’m 22, not 40. I’m young and still always trying to get better not old and hit my plateau long ago.
I’ll fight you to the death if you try and take what made this Starlets division great and try to change it. I’ll fight you tooth and nail if you for a second claim that something around here needs to be changed. There isn’t anything wrong with the fire and passion that I’ve poured into this division, see that’s what I take offense to, that’s what I stood up against that’s why me and Crystal sad defiantly that we were going to fight... because when you say there is something wrong with what I built, you’re saying that all my love and all my effort was wrong, was against the ideal you have in your head that this division needs to be...
and I won’t sit back like some mindless goomba accepting that ridiculous notion.
I built this division on always trying to be the best, I gave my blood, sweat, and tears into making this fantastic. When I had an entire group of women against me for the soul purpose of ridding me from the company, I tried harder to make the Starlets great. When I had my head face planted into the concrete floor I didn’t give up, I didn’t back down, I wrestled two weeks later recovering from a concussion for what I believed in. I took them on without ever backing down from the fight because it was hard. Is that what is so wrong with me? Is that what is so wrong about this division?
I don’t know what you want, or what any of you are fighting for.... but I do know what I am doing it for.
I know my reasons for wanting to be here.
For all the Zombies who looked at me for inspiration, for all the people who watched in awe as I rose through the ranks and said to themselves that anything was possible if she could do it... for the people like myself who are sitting there thinking that there is no other way...
I lost my way once, I turned my back on this business and tried to be something I wasn’t and I won’t ever let that happen again. I won’t ever act like wrestling isn’t my life again... because this business, this company, this division... is the reason I’m alive. I took the wrong path, but now is my time for redemption, my time to give back to NCW and this division for saving me.
So you want to know why I’m fighting...
because this is who I am...
and that will always be my legend.
It always feels like you are always having to defend that title, even when being put into a six woman cage match where literally anybody could win at any second because only one pinfall is required. No offense meant towards the one who is going to be my sister-in-law here very soon, but even though she’s the champion, we all know what everybody is going to say if they win a match like this... “I hold a victory over Zelda Knite”, or “I won a match featuring Zelda Knite.” It’s always the same thing, I can’t be in a match like this without hearing the cries of wanting to beat Zelda, all the fingers pointing at me, wanting me to take the fall. I’m going to be honest, at times it kinda sucks. Imagine if you had the high score on your favorite arcade game, but instead of just being able to sit back and enjoy your name written up there in the lights, you had to hear every day of every week about how somebody new was going to step up and take that from you so you constantly had to defend it.
Yea, pretty lame isn’t it?
I guess this is a chance for somebody else to be the “first” though, I’m not blind, I’m not walking around like some mindless idiot, I know everybody is looking at this as the chance to be NCW’s first female gladiator, looking at this as one of the few accomplishments I didn’t get to first and I’m ok with that. I can’t be the first woman to do everything around here and heck it’s not like just being the first person to win the Starlets championship is what got me into the hall of fame... it was what I did with the belt afterwards that propelled me there. It’s what I did for the company, causing NCW’s popularity to skyrocket beyond even the most avid fan thought possible. I helped take this company to levels that were unmatched since, when I left because I didn’t have that new contract offer from Leonard Fox... that’s when the Starlets division started to falter, that’s when things went downhill because there wasn’t anybody at my level to hold the belt and make it awesome like I could. I wasn’t named the best in this division based off being the first to win a women’s division match or by going through that tournament and “getting lucky” as a 19 year old rookie... I made myself into the best by always putting everything I had into every match, no matter how big or how small, fighting every match like it was a six woman Coliseum match at Sovereign.
But that’s just what I do.
Remember how I was only in that first tournament because Kelly was pregnant? Remember how that was all anybody ever said to me like they were Navi screaming at me to “LOOK!” and “HEY! LISTEN!”, because they thought it was witty to insult my place in the company.... and do you remember how I shut all of them up? Maybe this match means something to all of you, maybe it’s vitally important to you that you walk out of here with your “victory” over Zelda Knite and with your accomplishment that Zelda doesn’t have.... but to me it’s just another match. It’s just another fight. It’s like facing Ryu in Street Fighter. Sure everybody loves Ryu and he’s nice a tough but beating him isn’t any more special than kicking the crap out of Blanka. It’s just another match lined up in my career. I’ve already accomplished things nobody will ever take from me, I’ve already found a spot in the NCW Hall of Fame, it isn’t like this is going to make that any more important.
See that’s the difference:
Where several of you are trying to build up a legend, trying to gain your exposure and notoriety, trying to make yourselves into something great and thinking that this point is a great springboard opportunity or a way to prove that you’re on the same level of “The best” Zelda Knite.... I’m looking at this as just one more match before NCW closes it’s doors. Maybe I’ll win, maybe I won’t, but at the end of the night my legend is already set in place...
I already got the High Score, I’m just trying to extend that lead before we go.
[We open up to see Zelda sitting on her bed with her Xbox controller in her hands watching the television screen. She smiles and laughs as she intensely glares at the screen, obviously intent on killing something on there when she suddenly jumps up, throws the controller down, and points in the face of the person sitting next to her and surprise... that person isn’t Simon Daye...]
Zelda: HA! Suck it Cross! Boom, headshot!
Xavier Cross: You’re ridiculous, that was ridiculous, this whole game is ridiculous.
Zelda: You mad bro?
Xavier: You’re a towel!
[Zelda laughs as she punches Cross in the upper arm and he pretends to act like he just got smashed by the hand of God. At this moment is when Simon day with a towel over his shoulders after a hard day of working out with GIb comes walking through the door, Zelda jumps up again in excitement and runs over putting her arms over his neck and shoulders before giving him a kiss on the cheek and heading back to her and Cross’s game. Simon looks at them confused.]
Simon: Wait... what is going on here?
Zelda: What? We’re playing a game... and I’m kicking the crap out of him.
Xavier: Keep thinking that girl-tits.
[Zelda cocks an eyebrow at Cross in confusion.]
Zelda: Was that supposed to be an insult?
Xavier: I’m not sure anymore, you’re beating me at this game and everything is off now.
Zelda: Lets.. just get back to the game, before you say something more stupider than that.
Xavier: Me stupid.. sure.
[Zelda turns to head back to her game but is grabbed by the arm by Simon who pulls her back. Zelda cocks her head to the side and smiles cutely at him as he pulls her close.]
Simon: Zelda, can I talk to you alone?
Zelda: Sure... what’s wrong?
[Simon motions his head towards the door way and Zelda has no problem following him out into the hallway of the house. Simon twiddles his thumbs and looks like he’s trying to think of how to put this nicely and Zelda just seems more confused and worried.]
Zelda: Si.. Simon?
Simon: I’m just going to say it... Zelda? What’s going on here?! Why is he even here, why is he in your bedroom alone with you? Why did I walk in on you two flirting at each other? What is this?
Zelda: Simon what are you... I... what? Me and Cross are just friends, I’ve known him for years when he and Adam were good friends.
Simon: Yeah, just like you’ve known Rob Diamond for years?
[Zelda doesn’t look amused now. She puts her hands on her hips and glares at Simon like she’s trying to bore a hole in his face with laser vision or something. Simon turns around, knowing that he’s heading down the wrong path but he has to get this off his chest. He turns back around and lifts his arms up, as if pleading with her.]
Simon: I heard about the little date you and him set up Z!
Zelda: It’s just coffee... and I don’t even drink coffee. It’s nothing but us trying to put this behind us and be friends. What’s wrong with that?
Simon: I don’t know... maybe the fact that you were carrying the man’s child not that long ago! You were engaged, those types of feelings couldn’t possibly just fade away into nothing.
Zelda: What are you accusing me of?
Simon: Nothing... yet.
[She looks really fired up now, Zelda takes her index finger and jabs it right into the middle of Simon’s chest who takes a step back from the brief impact of the mighty finger, but does not get taken off his feet.]
Zelda: You listen here! I haven’t even thought about doing anything like that, I would never do that to you!
Simon: Isn’t that what you said to Kyle about Jacobsen? I remember what happened next... Las Vegas hotel room at midni....
[Simon doesn’t take a finger to the chest this time, this time he takes a full slap hard across his face, the sounds of which echo through the hall and spins Simon’s head sideways from the impact. Simon holds his cheek as he looks back up and Zelda who has steam boiling from her ears, her face red with anger and breathing heavily.]
Simon: Zel...
Zelda: ...
[Zelda brings her hand up like she’s about to jack him again with another slap but takes a breath and brings it down. She bites down on her bottom lip like she’s trying not to say anything she’ll regret and trying to hold back some emotions before she finally breaths again.]
Zelda: Leave.
Simon: Zelda, I’m just, it’s just I’m worried about...
Zelda: Just go. We’ll talk about it later, or something.. just.... just go.
[Simon seems like he’s going to say something else, possibly digging his hole deeper but instead he thinks better of it and just nods his head and heads away. Zelda takes a deep breath through her gritted together teeth before turning back and heading into her bedroom without saying another word to Simon. When she walks in Xavier Cross seems a bit out of place, and confused.]
Xavier: That was awkward...
Zelda: Shut up XavierCross.
Xavier: Your boyfriend is kind of a dick.
Zelda: ...
Xavier: So should I go or something?
Zelda: No you’re fine... I’m just... I don’t know what to think right now.
[Zelda lowers her head, puts her hands over her face and begins to softly cry, but it’s obvious she’s trying to hide it. Cross jumps to his feet and tells Zelda to come here and puts his arms around her in a hug, who is trying to fight him off the whole time as she’s still not trying to show any emotion.]
Xavier: Hey come on it’s going to be fine, don’t let that get to you, you’re stronger than that.
Zelda: Thank you.
[Zelda stops fighting the friendly hug and puts her arms around cross as she tells him her thanks, but suddenly he pulls back... he still has the controller in his hands! He makes a few quick movements with the joystick and hits the trigger and...]
Xavier: Boom headshot! I win! Who’s the beotch now!?
[Zelda with her eyes still holding back the flood gates turns and looks at the TV screen and sees Cross won the match... apparently still playing despite her not being there and begins to laugh. She turns back and looks at cross and with a weird half sad/half amused look gives him a playful shove in the chest, knocking him back down onto the bed in a seated position.]
Xavier: Come on, if you beg me I’ll give you a rematch.
Zelda: *laughs*
[We fade to black on the sight of Zelda gently laughing, picking her controller up off the floor.]
I could go into a breakdown of each and every one of my opponents in this match...
but I’m not Joe Everyman.
I could talk about all the times I’ve beaten Blood Diamond’s individually by myself.
but I don’t like to hold things over people’s heads.
Ok that’s a lie. I love to do that.
But seriously. How about you guys instead tell me what you want to hear, that’s what you’re typically the best at right? Telling me what I’m going to say, telling me how I’m going to feel, telling me how I’m the egotistical little tramp who gets under your skin because I’m I think I’m better than all of you?
First... lets just be honest here: I am better than you. The Hall of Fame induction kinda proves that.
Second... you don’t know me as well as you think you do.
Sure maybe my relationships and my affairs and whatever else has been public knowledge since I was nineteen, but that doesn’t mean you know what makes me tick, what makes me keep going each and every night. Do you know what it feels like to feel like you have nothing in this world, do you know what it feels like to be told that you ARE nothing in this world... each and every night of your life for sixteen years? Do you understand how that could possibly make me want to overcompensate when I finally do find something that makes me feel like I belong? Imagine being the geeky little girl who loves video games in a world filled with Cheerleaders and Jocks who want nothing more than you as a notch on their belts. Maybe some of you are too old to remember what that was like, or maybe you part of that group... but It’s like yesterday to a 22 year old who ran away from that life to train as a professional wrestler under her brother.
I put my entire heart into this business because it is what saved my life, it was what stopped me from being another teenage sob story hanging at the end of a rope.
I put my soul into this because it’s more than just a game... it’s a reason to live, it’s a reason to exist, it’s something to me that means way more than that big chunk of gold, it’s something that brings me happiness in ways that you could never understand unless you were there in my shoes, sitting there in a dark room with nothing but a flashlight as you wrote a note to your brother telling him you were sorry that he was never going to get to see his little sister again...
You have no idea what makes me tick, what drives me to always be the best in the ring.
Wrestling is more than wins and loses to me.
Maybe you want to be apart of some kind of changing of the guard, but I don’t see the point. You keep calling for some kind of new world order but you don’t seem to understand that there isn’t a reason to change. The culture of the Starlets division was built of people trying to be as good as me... somebody who was putting their everything on the line each and every week, somebody who was giving it their all every night... that’s bad to you? That’s something that needs to be changed to you? I’m 22, not 40. I’m young and still always trying to get better not old and hit my plateau long ago.
I’ll fight you to the death if you try and take what made this Starlets division great and try to change it. I’ll fight you tooth and nail if you for a second claim that something around here needs to be changed. There isn’t anything wrong with the fire and passion that I’ve poured into this division, see that’s what I take offense to, that’s what I stood up against that’s why me and Crystal sad defiantly that we were going to fight... because when you say there is something wrong with what I built, you’re saying that all my love and all my effort was wrong, was against the ideal you have in your head that this division needs to be...
and I won’t sit back like some mindless goomba accepting that ridiculous notion.
I built this division on always trying to be the best, I gave my blood, sweat, and tears into making this fantastic. When I had an entire group of women against me for the soul purpose of ridding me from the company, I tried harder to make the Starlets great. When I had my head face planted into the concrete floor I didn’t give up, I didn’t back down, I wrestled two weeks later recovering from a concussion for what I believed in. I took them on without ever backing down from the fight because it was hard. Is that what is so wrong with me? Is that what is so wrong about this division?
I don’t know what you want, or what any of you are fighting for.... but I do know what I am doing it for.
I know my reasons for wanting to be here.
For all the Zombies who looked at me for inspiration, for all the people who watched in awe as I rose through the ranks and said to themselves that anything was possible if she could do it... for the people like myself who are sitting there thinking that there is no other way...
I lost my way once, I turned my back on this business and tried to be something I wasn’t and I won’t ever let that happen again. I won’t ever act like wrestling isn’t my life again... because this business, this company, this division... is the reason I’m alive. I took the wrong path, but now is my time for redemption, my time to give back to NCW and this division for saving me.
So you want to know why I’m fighting...
because this is who I am...
and that will always be my legend.