Post by Eden Morgan on Oct 27, 2018 18:14:54 GMT -5
“Ring the bells that can still ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in”
Leonard Cohen
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in”
Leonard Cohen
An excerpt from “Eden Morgan vs Lucy Wylde: Crowned Queens of UGWC” by Roxy Malone, available on UGWC.com
When comparing and contrasting Eden Morgan and Lucy Wylde, you would be a fool not to include how they are both creatures who have undergone their own share of adversity and not only survived, but thrived.
Take for instance, Eden Morgan's recent travail with “The Grim Harvester”, Necron. I will be the first to admit that in some cases, many in the back aren't entirely certain what is real and what isn't among our entertainment professionals, but every one of us has felt a chill down our spine at the things purported to have happened to UGWC's Sweetheart under the monster's tender care in the mysterious Steel City.
Indeed, if it was all an act, both Necron and Morgan deserve awards for their performances, including the addition of Gabriel Baal in what appears to be a third and final act to the overarching story, Outlast being their “Empire Strikes Back” moment wherein Baal became Han Solo, frozen in carbonite, Necron reasserting his dominance.
As it is, Eden Morgan returned from what would have broken almost any one else, and forged a hard fought path to victory. It's because of this indomitable spirit that many of us continue to cheer Morgan even when her actions dictate we should feel otherwise.
Lucy Wylde has, of course, a similar story. When she held the UGWC World Championship, Gabriel Baal stalked her at every turn. He systematically and methodically removed her entire support system in an increasingly disturbing manner, and then-- Wylde disappeared for two weeks. While the appalling actions of Lucy's late father are known to be to blame for her disappearance, it has long been rumored that Gabriel Baal was the one actually behind all of it.
And honestly, as anyone who has met or worked with Gabriel can confirm, no one would put such a thing past the Serpent.
Still, Lucy Wylde returned from her torment at the hands of her father, and though injured, as Morgan was, fought her way to victory.
Both of these women are survivors.
Both of these women are fighters.
And neither or these women are someone you want to back into a corner.
It's been a while since I've written in this thing, I wonder how many of you are still even subscribed? I know I could look, but really... I'm writing this for me more than anyone else.
On Monday in Columbus, Ohio, those of us who know will witness history in the making- the only two female UGWC World Champions squaring off in singles competition.
Lucy Wylde, and the woman I have followed the entire career of... Eden Morgan.
It doesn't seem real that it was almost five and a half years ago that that effervescent girl dropped into my life, her legs swinging off the end of an exam table, feet tapping against the step below to a rhythm known only to her. I remember how her smile lit up the room, and the fear I felt on seeing it. It was a smile that was far too open and friendly for this world, and I feared what would happen when she was chewed up and spit out. I wanted to keep her safe, protect her from the bad things.
And then she became one of them.
I've watched as Eden Morgan went from that glowing, exuberant, and free young girl, the light to every monster's moth, to the monster herself. I no longer fear what will happen when she's been chewed up and spat out, instead I watch in numb horror as she chews up and spits out others like her.
In the end, her biggest monsters became her idols.
Even when I wanted to turn away, still I watched. Oh, sometimes I'd close my eyes briefly, sometimes I'd look anywhere else but at her, but I don't know anyone who has followed Eden Morgan even remotely closely who can take an unwavering and hard look at her entire life and the paths she's taken. And now that she's whittled away at any of the relationships that surrounded her, that kept her whole, now that she's reached the fully evolved form of Eden Morgan, now that I look at her fully once again-- I see her there.
For the first time in years, I see that girl who waited for me in the room, waited to find out if she had her first concussion from a wrestling match. And I'm more terrified now for her than I ever have been before.
I know her history, I've seen her files. I know what Eden Morgan hides from everyone, and what ever doctor continues to sign off on her competing should have his medical license suspended. I no longer watch her matches in excitement and anticipation, but with fear and dread. I know my concerns are founded when there's the rare, unexpected reaction shot from Gabriel Baal in the back. I see that fear and dread on his face, and I know there is reason for it.
I see how she is just a few seconds slower than what she used to be. I see her have to struggle to reason through each movement in the ring whereas before she was like watching water dance. The jerky movements. The reactions when she takes a blow to the head. How many more does she have? How many more is she willing to risk?
And now she faces Lucy Wylde and I find myself terrified for her, for that vulnerable girl I see beneath the haughty exterior. Why would I fear for her more with Lucy than, say, with that monster Necron?
Because Eden Morgan doesn't stay down when she should at the best of times. And against someone like Lucy Wylde, someone who has tread some of the same paths that Eden has herself? Her pride won't allow it. If there is anything left in her at all, Eden will continue to kick out, continue to rise, and continue to fall. That sort of perseverance leads to acts of desperation, and if there is one thing that Lucy Wylde is well-versed in, it's acts of desperation.
I dread seeing that look on Lucy's face, where Eden's down but not out, that look of frustration before she uses that punt kick to the head she's so fond of. What does she call it? Keep Your Chin Up?
And it's going to happen. Will that be it? Will Eden take more than one? Will she continue to rise until her body forces her to shut down?
It won't be my emergency room she finds herself in this time. It will be some other doctor in Columbus who will see her.
Normally, I would say Jet will be there. He'll know what to do. Jet Somers, ever the watchful eye, ever her guardian. That isn't to disparage Gabriel, but with his hands full with Necron earlier in the night, who knows what will happen there?
But Jet is gone from her.
If you want a battle, she will give you war, and when it comes to war, there is no better strategist than Eden Morgan. But she needs someone there to rein her in, to control the chaos that Ichabod so often speaks of within her.
Jet Somers was that. And he's gone from her now.
With Gabriel-- the two of them feed and drive each other. But with Jet, he always kept an eye on her, because he knew the darkness within himself and could see it in her. After all, it's a darkness he helped to create.
So yes. I dread Monday and the coming match between Eden and Lucy, and yet I'll be there watching. Because whether she wins or loses? On Monday, my Queen falls.
- Jaime Mattock, M.D.
An excerpt from “Eden Morgan vs Lucy Wylde: Crowned Queens of UGWC” by Roxy Malone, available on UGWC.com
While Lucy Wylde and Eden Morgan have many similarities between them, there is none more glaring that the heavy influence Gabriel Baal extends over their careers.
The history between Eden Morgan and Gabriel Baal is a twisted one. It has been confirmed by both Morgan and Baal that he has had a hand in her life since before she returned from medical leave in 2016. In fact, based on information gleaned from a leaked document, Baal was one of the doctors assigned to Morgan's case when she was famously at River Oaks in New Orleans for several months in 2016. What truly happened in that facility is mostly unknown and highly speculated, though it sparked a heated feud between the two of them that raged on and off throughout the remainder of 2016 and part of 2017.
It was in 2017 that Gabriel Baal won the Massive Melee, securing a title shot for himself in a path eerily similar to Eden Morgan's. And so, it was during her fourth reign with the World Championship, that Morgan defended the title against Baal at WrestleStock-- and lost.
Now, there are some Morgan supporters who quickly look to the interference of Donovan Hastings. Morgan was involved in two matches at the same time, and while she defeated Hastings who suddenly cashed in for a title shot, she fell to Baal.
Lucy Wylde also has her own tumultuous history with Gabriel Baal, some of which has already been outlined prior. Whereas Morgan and Baal started out as the bitterest enemies then became the closest of friends, and some say more, Wylde and Baal began as friends in a relationship that seemed to hint at more to come-- and then devolved into enemies.
It is worth noting that as Wylde's friendship with Baal waned, Morgan's friendship with Baal grew.
Both women have defended UGWC World Championships against Gabriel Baal, but only one woman succeeded.
And that woman is Lucy Wylde.
October 25, 2018
South Carolina
Perfectly-lined burgundy lips mold themselves against the rim of the wine glass, sipping from the merlot within before the glass is drawn away by elegant if mature hands. Vivian Morgan, Cypress and Eden Morgan's mother, sits on the couch in her drawing room, staring at the flames as they crackle away within the hearth before her, one manicured nail tapping against the glass lightly.
She wasn't much longer for the place that had been her home with her husband for nearly 40 years, wasn't much longer for this state, in fact. Cypress and Jezebel had finally convinced her to move to Louisiana to be closer to them and her grandchildren. She'd already found a home suited to her tastes not far from them, and New Orleans was right there...
There was only one thing left to do, and that was to find a buyer for the house she was currently in. Vivian pulls her very blue eyes away from the fire, a startling glimpse of where Eden's own had come from. Her blonde hair pools over one shoulder as she looks around at the quiet, expansiveness around her, a chill going through her. At one time, she'd wondered if there would ever be quiet in this place. Back when Cypress was still here... Eden... and her husband was alive...
She quickly slams the door on those thoughts, her expression hardening as she returns her attention to the flames, taking a larger gulp of the wine.
“Did they want the house?”
Vivian looks over the housekeeper who had been there for years with a smile. She'd become like family to them all.
“I assume you mean the call?” she answers the question with another.
“I do,” the older woman sighs as she sits down in the chair across from Vivian, her manner one of familiarity and comfort with the family she'd worked for for so many years. Vivian had tried to talk Gracie into coming with her, but she wouldn't hear of leaving her own grandchildren and great-grandchildren behind.
“Oh, she wanted it,” Vivian says coyly, Gracie giving her employer a shrewd look.
“By that tone, I would say that you didn't want her to have it,” Gracie says, her lips forming into a thin line. “When are you going to realize your daughter--” she stops short at the fierce look from Vivian. “Eden--” she amends, “isn't to blame for Sam's death? He wouldn't have blamed her.”
“No, of course he wouldn't. He was a fool when it came to her, and soft. She's done nothing but cause harm to this family, and I'll be damned if she gets any part of it, including this house,” Vivian spits out bitterly. “No matter how much she offers for it. The last time she set foot in here with that mercenary,” Vivian's lip curls up in disgust, “is the last time she'll set foot in here ever if I have anything to say about it.”
Ms. Gracie shakes her head. She remembered the young girl fondly, had raised her more than her own mother had, but she knew things had changed.
“You want to know what I think? I blame Cypress,” she says defiantly, calling out Vivian's favored eldest.
Vivian flashes a withering look.
“Cypress did absolutely nothing..”
“If he hadn't glorified that business he got into, she never would have looked twice at it. She'd have settled on a career in college and finished--”
“And gone on to find new and inventive ways to completely destroy everything around us,” Vivian puts in, any good humor she had gone. “The girl has never been anything but trouble. I should have had my uterus removed after we had Cypress,” she says disgustedly, Grace even blinking at the venom in her words. “My Sam would still be here,” she says softly.
Grace sits, watching the woman who looked well younger than her 56 years, torn between wanting to comfort her and wanting to shake her.
“She's your daughter--”
“I only have one child,” Vivian says coldly, any warmth that had been there on her face entirely gone. She turns back to the fire as Grace gets back to her feet.
“Well. You know how I keep up with what she does. If you're interested, she has an event in Columbus coming up. It's a big one for her. And no matter what you say, she's still a piece of Sam in this world,” the old housekeeper approaches the couch, dropping a fond kiss on top of Vivian's blonde head as she had to Eden's dark one so many times in the past.
Vivian says nothing, Gracie moving toward the large double doors and then hesitating.
“She's struggling, Vivi. I almost can't bear to watch anymore. I think she's finally found the one for her, that Gabriel-- but she's struggling, and I think if you'd just--”
“Good night, Gracie,” Vivian says pointedly, not bothering to look in her direction. There, framed by the light of the fire, it was remarkable how similar the mother was to the daughter. The hard, cold beauty of their faces, the blue eyes. While Eden's hair was dark like her father's and she never attained her mother's height, they were so very, very similar it was heartbreaking.
And perhaps that was the problem.
“She needs you, Vivian,” Gracie says softly, but she knew she'd heard her. “Good night,” she says, exiting the premises, leaving Vivian Morgan to silently sip her wine in front of the crackling fire.
An excerpt from “Eden Morgan vs Lucy Wylde: Crowned Queens of UGWC” by Roxy Malone, available on UGWC.com
And now we look to the early part of Lucy Wylde and Eden Morgan's careers. In a path that is well known to those who even remotely follow the industry, after defying all odds and succeeding in her first Massive Melee, Eden Morgan won her first World Championship, her first title period, three months into her career, making her the first female UGWC World Champion.
Lucy Wylde, on the other hand, only managed to win her first World Championship in 2018, much further along in her career, making her the second female UGWC World Champion.
While there is no way of knowing, we can speculate based on knowledge of Wylde's past, had Wylde been where Eden stood when she first entered UGWC at the age of 21-- that glass ceiling might never have been broken.
Both women were similar at the beginning of their career, green and naïve, hopeful for the future, youths with stars in their eyes. But it was Eden Morgan who won the Massive Melee in 2013 that earned her the shot at the UGWC World Championship that Jet Somers held, a Jet Somers who was completely on top of his game. Against all odds, Morgan emerged the winner in a brutal Valhalla Burial match and ascended a peak on a mountain that no one even knew existed. She forged her own trail and shone a light where none had been before.
And while Lucy Wylde is talented, while she has done her own trailblazing, she is no Eden Morgan; and if it were Lucy Wylde in place of Eden Morgan, that entire time line of impressive feats and shattered glass ceilings rendered by Morgan might well completely disappear.
Lucy Wylde would stand in her own way, as she so often does. Eden Morgan makes her way come hell or high water.
Both of these women are defiant.
Both of these women are some of the strongest I've ever had the pleasure of meeting, and both are incredibly fragile in their own ways.
Both women have similar pasts and a similar path that leads them to the match that we will see from them Monday in Columbus.
But Lucy Wylde can not be what Eden Morgan has been and continues to be to this industry.
The real question is- without Morgan? Where would Lucy Wylde be?
October 29, 2018
Columbus, Ohio
Dear Lucy,
If you've gotten even this far into the letter, you've gone further than I ever thought you might. If you've done it without an ounce of dread or annoyance or even just a thought of tossing it into the nearest trash can-- I'll know it isn't you holding it. Whoever you are-- please put the letter down. It's meant for Lucy Wylde's eyes alone. Thanks.
A little humor there, but I doubt you even cracked a smile. Perhaps an eyeroll? Yes, I'm stalling a bit, I suppose. It's funny when you consider it, that I'm stalling in a letter that I don't even have to write. No, I don't have to write this, but I need to, because there's a time for lies and theater and there's a time for truth. What does Eden Morgan know about truth, you're asking yourself, and there again is that desire to ball this paper you hold right up and toss it away. I wouldn't blame you if you did.
Since you've been with UGWC, I will be the first to admit that I have given you nothing but hell. I say without an ounce of arrogance that I, moreso than any other, have been a continual thorn in your side, berating you, dragging you down, telling you that you didn't belong, mocking the circumstances that brought you to our roster full-time, drawing your personal life out into the spotlight and placing it under a microscope. Every opportunity I saw, and some I created myself, I took them, and I enjoyed every moment of your suffering, I delighted in every time you fell and took just a little bit longer to get back to your feet.
I'm now going to say something that you nor anyone else would expect- I was wrong. No qualifiers, no giving and taking away. Just simply that. I was wrong.
I'd like to say that everything I did I did to test you, to push you, to verify that you were made of sterner stuff, and maybe somewhere deep down that was a reason. Look at the other women who came before you, who never could quite cut a swath even remotely as the two of us have and eventually just disappeared altogether.
Chassie Fear.
Seito Risa.
Gabrielle Montgomery.
Erika Langford.
Harley Addams.
Abigail Knight.
Jezebel Saint.
Jessica Mathis.
If your question is “who?” to the majority of those names-- that's the point.
But my reasons weren't as noble as all that, and are quite simple. I'm a complete and utter bitch who delights in kicking others when they're down. There's no reason to sugarcoat it, you know it to be true yourself.
And yet here you are holding this letter. And just above, I admitted that I was wrong in what I've done and said to you.
Don't you love a contradiction?
You deserved better than what I subjected you to, Lucy Wylde, and you deserve better now. You deserved a proper greeting when you, CJ, and Joe came in from OWF. You deserved better than to be mocked about what happened with OWF and dubbed “outsiders”. You deserved better than me picking apart your relationship with CJ with a fine-tooth comb. You deserved better than me throwing your former marriage in your face when you were trying to cope and come to terms with what happened yourself. And even after all that I did to you, even after I was such a complete bitch, you still found it in your heart to try to befriend me while we drank our sorrows at a bar in New York. You guileless, when I'm not sure I've gone a day without in my life.
I've never mentioned this to anyone, but I almost faltered there. I almost told you, just as I had Gabriel.
Speaking of things you deserved better-- you deserved better than that feeling of betrayal you felt at Outlast. And then at Battleground last year, and all the thousands of little humiliations you've suffered at my hands simply because you had the audacity to love a man, to show yourself human with human emotions.
In that way, you're far more than I have ever been, because you, Lucy Wylde, are nothing if not real.
No one is ever sure the face I show them is real. Even now, you're reading between lines, trying to find the hidden meaning, the backhanded remarks, something. No one will ever listen to me or look at me and believe truly what they are seeing, because how many times has it all been an act? A convincing act that still manages to work on some, but an act nonetheless.
But not you. Never you. You're real, and that is the biggest compliment I can pay you. You've managed to stay real in an industry that by its very nature is designed to draw fallacy out of people, and whereas before I thought it a weakness, I no longer do. You are real, Lucy, and while I was when I first started this journey, I've lost my realness somewhere along the way. It wasn't all at once, it was little by little, until I became this jaded individual. Before I became the Ice Queen or the Black Widow-- I was UGWC's Sweetheart, and the title wasn't ironic.
I now only finds sparks of that realness, the reality of who Eden Morgan really is when I'm with those I love and trust completely. I suppose the fact that I can even do that anymore, love or trust, means I'm not quite as hardened as I thought I was.
But this is about you, not me. This is about you, Lucy, and the fact that while the things I've said over the past few weeks speak the contrary, you are the one I see as my equal. I don't have to tell you that our sport is a male-dominated business, and we've both seen women come and go, some who looked like they might make something of themselves, but they always-- lacked. They fizzled out and were gone. And there I was, alone, at the top once again.
But now there's you. I would be lying if I said I didn't cheer inside when you won the UGWC World Championship. While I threw sharpened darts at you any chance I got, inwardly I was ecstatic. You became proof that I wasn't an anomaly, that I did indeed shatter the glass ceiling and there were women who could follow me. They just had to be damn good, a breed above the rest, and you, Lucy, are that damn good.
So I say, I'm happy to step into the ring with you tonight. I'm happy to stand across from you in this match that has been two years in the making. I'm thrilled that we, the two only female UGWC World Champions ever, will face each other in what will likely be the match of the night. I won't give quarter, as I know you won't either. And when I should stay down, I'll get right back up, just as I know you will. When we leave that arena tonight, one of us will have had our hand raised in victory. Maybe it will be you. Maybe it will be me.
Either way, Lucy Wylde, it will be the match we both deserve, and you are the leader the future women of UGWC deserve.
It's become more and more apparent that I won't be a part of that future, that my continued time in the industry I love is limited. A bit of advice- pushing people's buttons, driving them to their limits will shorten your time faster than anything. I've made a career of doing it, and I can see it like a roadmap before me...
But those were my choices, and I'm not sure I'd do any of them differently. I've lived by my own set of rules, I have been Eden Morgan, there is no doubt in that. So during our match-- I will be what I always have been. I will be Eden Morgan and you will be Lucy Wylde.
And deep down, you'll know that while I will do my very best to drive you to the brink, to show you and everyone else exactly who and what you are, the future of this company-- I do it with love and respect in my heart. A love for this industry and a respect for the place you've earned for yourself within it.
- Eden
If you've gotten even this far into the letter, you've gone further than I ever thought you might. If you've done it without an ounce of dread or annoyance or even just a thought of tossing it into the nearest trash can-- I'll know it isn't you holding it. Whoever you are-- please put the letter down. It's meant for Lucy Wylde's eyes alone. Thanks.
A little humor there, but I doubt you even cracked a smile. Perhaps an eyeroll? Yes, I'm stalling a bit, I suppose. It's funny when you consider it, that I'm stalling in a letter that I don't even have to write. No, I don't have to write this, but I need to, because there's a time for lies and theater and there's a time for truth. What does Eden Morgan know about truth, you're asking yourself, and there again is that desire to ball this paper you hold right up and toss it away. I wouldn't blame you if you did.
Since you've been with UGWC, I will be the first to admit that I have given you nothing but hell. I say without an ounce of arrogance that I, moreso than any other, have been a continual thorn in your side, berating you, dragging you down, telling you that you didn't belong, mocking the circumstances that brought you to our roster full-time, drawing your personal life out into the spotlight and placing it under a microscope. Every opportunity I saw, and some I created myself, I took them, and I enjoyed every moment of your suffering, I delighted in every time you fell and took just a little bit longer to get back to your feet.
I'm now going to say something that you nor anyone else would expect- I was wrong. No qualifiers, no giving and taking away. Just simply that. I was wrong.
I'd like to say that everything I did I did to test you, to push you, to verify that you were made of sterner stuff, and maybe somewhere deep down that was a reason. Look at the other women who came before you, who never could quite cut a swath even remotely as the two of us have and eventually just disappeared altogether.
Chassie Fear.
Seito Risa.
Gabrielle Montgomery.
Erika Langford.
Harley Addams.
Abigail Knight.
Jezebel Saint.
Jessica Mathis.
If your question is “who?” to the majority of those names-- that's the point.
But my reasons weren't as noble as all that, and are quite simple. I'm a complete and utter bitch who delights in kicking others when they're down. There's no reason to sugarcoat it, you know it to be true yourself.
And yet here you are holding this letter. And just above, I admitted that I was wrong in what I've done and said to you.
Don't you love a contradiction?
You deserved better than what I subjected you to, Lucy Wylde, and you deserve better now. You deserved a proper greeting when you, CJ, and Joe came in from OWF. You deserved better than to be mocked about what happened with OWF and dubbed “outsiders”. You deserved better than me picking apart your relationship with CJ with a fine-tooth comb. You deserved better than me throwing your former marriage in your face when you were trying to cope and come to terms with what happened yourself. And even after all that I did to you, even after I was such a complete bitch, you still found it in your heart to try to befriend me while we drank our sorrows at a bar in New York. You guileless, when I'm not sure I've gone a day without in my life.
I've never mentioned this to anyone, but I almost faltered there. I almost told you, just as I had Gabriel.
Speaking of things you deserved better-- you deserved better than that feeling of betrayal you felt at Outlast. And then at Battleground last year, and all the thousands of little humiliations you've suffered at my hands simply because you had the audacity to love a man, to show yourself human with human emotions.
In that way, you're far more than I have ever been, because you, Lucy Wylde, are nothing if not real.
No one is ever sure the face I show them is real. Even now, you're reading between lines, trying to find the hidden meaning, the backhanded remarks, something. No one will ever listen to me or look at me and believe truly what they are seeing, because how many times has it all been an act? A convincing act that still manages to work on some, but an act nonetheless.
But not you. Never you. You're real, and that is the biggest compliment I can pay you. You've managed to stay real in an industry that by its very nature is designed to draw fallacy out of people, and whereas before I thought it a weakness, I no longer do. You are real, Lucy, and while I was when I first started this journey, I've lost my realness somewhere along the way. It wasn't all at once, it was little by little, until I became this jaded individual. Before I became the Ice Queen or the Black Widow-- I was UGWC's Sweetheart, and the title wasn't ironic.
I now only finds sparks of that realness, the reality of who Eden Morgan really is when I'm with those I love and trust completely. I suppose the fact that I can even do that anymore, love or trust, means I'm not quite as hardened as I thought I was.
But this is about you, not me. This is about you, Lucy, and the fact that while the things I've said over the past few weeks speak the contrary, you are the one I see as my equal. I don't have to tell you that our sport is a male-dominated business, and we've both seen women come and go, some who looked like they might make something of themselves, but they always-- lacked. They fizzled out and were gone. And there I was, alone, at the top once again.
But now there's you. I would be lying if I said I didn't cheer inside when you won the UGWC World Championship. While I threw sharpened darts at you any chance I got, inwardly I was ecstatic. You became proof that I wasn't an anomaly, that I did indeed shatter the glass ceiling and there were women who could follow me. They just had to be damn good, a breed above the rest, and you, Lucy, are that damn good.
So I say, I'm happy to step into the ring with you tonight. I'm happy to stand across from you in this match that has been two years in the making. I'm thrilled that we, the two only female UGWC World Champions ever, will face each other in what will likely be the match of the night. I won't give quarter, as I know you won't either. And when I should stay down, I'll get right back up, just as I know you will. When we leave that arena tonight, one of us will have had our hand raised in victory. Maybe it will be you. Maybe it will be me.
Either way, Lucy Wylde, it will be the match we both deserve, and you are the leader the future women of UGWC deserve.
It's become more and more apparent that I won't be a part of that future, that my continued time in the industry I love is limited. A bit of advice- pushing people's buttons, driving them to their limits will shorten your time faster than anything. I've made a career of doing it, and I can see it like a roadmap before me...
But those were my choices, and I'm not sure I'd do any of them differently. I've lived by my own set of rules, I have been Eden Morgan, there is no doubt in that. So during our match-- I will be what I always have been. I will be Eden Morgan and you will be Lucy Wylde.
And deep down, you'll know that while I will do my very best to drive you to the brink, to show you and everyone else exactly who and what you are, the future of this company-- I do it with love and respect in my heart. A love for this industry and a respect for the place you've earned for yourself within it.
- Eden
“... Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.”
- Robert Frost
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.”
- Robert Frost
