Post by Chelsea Armstrong on Feb 2, 2014 17:39:02 GMT -5
The sharp cling of knives sticking into a wooden wall was first heard followed by the sick laugher emanating from my lips. That very wall came into view as several blurry pictures had been placed showing they were the targets for the knives that were being thrown. The view turns toward me as I stood in the middle of the wide open room around me as a table was just to my right, it was lined with knives of various sizes as I picked one up admiring my reflection in the shiny clean blade before running my finger over the edge. Another loud malicious laugh rained from my lips as I through the knife sticking the tip right through the middle of the first picture my gaze settled upon, Mr. Jack Unhappy.
“Such a weakling you were, poor sad clown…looks like you got what you wanted. You walked in here last week, put your own stipulations on the table and swore by everything you were that you were going to humiliate me on live television…but that worked quite the opposite, didn’t it? Now granted you did leave me with quite the beauty mark…”
Smiling my black painted fingernails glimmered from the light as my fingers hooked under the hem of my shirt raising it up till it sat just under my bust showing a layer of tape running around my ribcage.
“Pretty isn’t it? I even thought about letting my daughter draw on it to liven it up but I suppose the sharp poking of a marker might be just a little bit painful right now. But even though you left me with this reminder of our little altercation I’m still standing in this federation and where are you? That’s right…you’re now standing in a very comfy unemployment lining with your little henchmen. I must admit though, you’ve actually helped me in my current situation, you see by defeating you I know have my very first retirement in this federation under my belt. No one else will ever be able to say that they are the person who made Mr. Jack Unhappy leave this federation for good, although no one liked you anyway here so maybe that isn’t a bad thing, huh?
Either way you are no longer in this federation and honestly I don’t think anyone cares. There hasn’t been a word mentioned about you on the news, on their website, or even through other wrestlers! Nobody cares about you Jack, so apparently I did you a favor. Oh, by the way, my offer from last week? It still stands, I have a nice comfy coffin set up in my basement if you need a place to crash, with no income I know it must be hard right now.”
My top settled back down against my stomach covering the tape once again as I picked up another knife before letting it fly across the room and settling in between two of the pictures causing me to let out a groan. Grabbing two more knives I studied the blades carefully before letting them both go as they hit the targets intended making a smile appear on my crimson lips. Still not completely satisfied I pick up a third knife sending it across the room as it hits the picture resting just above the two I previously hit, only then did a completely satisfied look caress my lips.
“Let’s move onto this week shall we? I team with my newly found colleagues in Waylon Cash and Benjamin Atreyu against Remus Micayle and The Wild Gangsters…what a match right? Wrong, clearly wrong….this is one of those very rare situations that I actually feel sorry for my opponent. How do the Wild Gangsters even get put in a match with Remus Micayle? Highly confusing but at the same time I should be happy right? Although, seeing as who your opponents though I don’t think it’d matter much you face, now would it?
I heard what you had to say earlier Remus and you did nothing but make me laugh as I listened to the unoriginal garbage falling from your lips as once again someone expressed their concerns over me joining S-Pac. Don’t people understand that I could care less what you insignificant trolls think of my choices in this company? I joined S-Pac for reasons that are clear to those who understand my situation and those who don’t, well clearly you shouldn’t be concerning yourself with my business now should you?”
Knife in hand I walked over to the wall bearing the pictures that have been seen as well as those that have not made contact to the end of one of my shiny toys. Looking over the pictures that my toys had pierced I couldn’t help but smile as I looked at their half mangled expressions. Raising the knife I had in my hand I carved four clean X’s through their pictures as I then rested the tip of the blade against my bottom lip.
“Mr. Unhappy has already been forced out of this company by my hand, I have three new targets this week and although I might not run them out of this business I can surely make sure their life is hell while they’re hear. But then I hear what people are yelling at me every time Jack’s name is mentioned…”you didn’t really win! Scott helped you win! If you didn’t have those brass knuckles you would be the one on the losing end!” Do I look like I give a shit what you think out there? Do you really think I wouldn’t do it again? Give me a break; if you didn’t see that coming then clearly you don’t know who you’re messing with. Plain and simple, I won no matter the means and now Jack is sitting at home with a busted jaw and crying his eyes out, soon enough Remus and his little buddies over there will be joining him and they’ll get to cry to each other about the pain and suffering they are being put through by my hand.
This week I will show why I was asked to join S-Pac, this week I will show everyone why Scott approached me to join their ranks. S-Pac needed something to freshen up the group and start reminding people who exactly they are and what role they play in this company. We will be victorious this week and once again people will fear the name of the Savage Political Action Committee! You three are merely a stepping stone on my path, and after you wall by our hands my reign of terror will then continue as I set my sights on the people who deserve my upmost attention”
Moving to the pictures that had yet to be seen I traced the tip of the knife over the pictures before smiling as the faces of Matthew and Stacy Robinson came into view.
“And maybe while I’m at it I’ll get rid of those that are creating a mask around my being and putting false thoughts of weaknesses into the head of my enemies”
Then the faces of Johnny Deep and Logan were shown beside that of Matt and Stacy as quickly two sharp blades are pierced into the middle of their heads forcing a cruel laugh to move past my lips
“My time in this company is merely starting…and you all will fall victim with time…Are you ready?”
