regalvs.

“It’s alright, Sami. I have faith in you that things will start to look up for you. I don’t understand what Stephanie has against you, or anyone for that matter, but the rest of us know how good you are and the crowd isn’t going to let the position that you’re in stand for too long.” It was hard to have faith lately, but Cesaro had almost given up before and now things were starting to go moderately well for him. He had to believe that the same would go for Sami, too.

     ^{“Yeah, I hope so,”      Sami replied, cheerful demeanor somewhat diminished by the uncertainty in his tone. He reached up to his neck, palm kneading the rope of muscles, relieving the built-up tension from the beating. He missed moving forward, craved days full of training, facing off against different opponents. It was different now, and he was still trying to adapt.      “And I hope this new tag team you got going on works out. Sheamus seems like a handful.”}

(Source: inzaynityy)

regalvs.

An almost exhausted sigh passed his lips at the irritation he could see bubbling up inside the man in front of him. Of course he cared, but how was he supposed to help Sami when he could hardly help himself? “That’s not it at all, Sami. I can’t offer you a good enough answer because I can’t even answer it myself. I’ve been so upset with the Raw management since the night of the draft, picking me for Raw just because they wanted to be petty about me wanting to be on Smackdown. Treating me poorly to the point where my only thoughts were jumping ship over to the blue brand, being so upset with Daniel for deciding now he wants me on his show when he had the chance to pick me and he didn’t. And don’t take this as an attack because it’s not, we’re both frustrated. But you were picked in the third round, the eleventh pick overall was it? I was picked in the sixth, number twenty-eight. If anybody knows the frustration you’re going through, it’s me. So I apologize if I can’t help you, how could I? I don’t even know what to do. After this tag team with Sheamus has run it’s course, after we lose the titles - whenever that may be - what is going to happen with me? We’d both be better off on Smackdown, so why do we stay? That is the agony we face. Please don’t think that I can’t help you because I’m better off, even if it seems that way, I’m not. You’re a dear friend, Sami. I hate what you’re going through.”

         ^{He had plans to overcome THE MOUNTAIN OF A MAN, but they all ended up in failure.   He could still feel the blood under his fingernails from earlier.   Could still hear the man berating him before he got slammed into the mat with AUTHORITY.  A part of him wanted to get out of it  but that felt nearly impossible because he still had something to prove. He needed to prove to Mick that he wasn’t weak, had the material to be a top star, and that he didn’t need protection.   All of these goals he had for himself was slowly falling apart right before his eyes. It was tiresome and it was getting old. Sami could feel himself dragging each day out  He could feel himself wishing that this would be over soon.      “I’m sorry. That was rude. It’s just… this has been really getting to me lately. I was confident at first, I don’t know why it’s all suddenly crumbling down.”       He knew why       he just didn’t want to say it.  Sami felt disgusting.   He felt like he was going nowhere ; he was aimless and was running out of options to get rid of this problem.  He was beginning to doubt himself, but he wasn’t going to give up. He just had to keep going. It was the only option.  “Don’t worry about it. If I want to prove to Mick that I am worthy of more, I have to beat Braun Strowman. I’m gonna do it. I can’t blame anybody but MYSELF.”}

(Source: inzaynityy)

@regalvs // starter call. [ Cesaro ]

       ^{“What do you think I should do about this Mick and Braun thing?”}