Post by Teo Blaze on Aug 7, 2016 15:44:26 GMT -5
The scene opens on a quiet, moonlit summer night.
The sound of chirping crickets echoes with the slow and rhythmic hum of croaking frogs, the melody of nature serenading a peaceful wooded glade.
The overgrown grass and tightly packed dirt rings a small but deep pond, its shores just big enough to drown in but still just barely enough to leap.
The chorus of the night continues its motions, the sounds intermingling to slowly lull the world to sleep, nature’s lullaby a hypnotic blend of chaotic harmony.
And upon the shore, leaned against a tree, sits a new player, a figure that clearly doesn’t belong. His torn jeans and dark red jacket looking out of place with the otherwise verdant and natural landscape.
He lies on the ground, leaned against the tree, head propped up and safe despite the awkward position, completely still. Unmoving.
The man lays completely still, the moonlight reflecting off the pond across his face, illuminating it in white light. The light plays with the man’s face, the silver light creating a new effect across it.
His pale skin has taken on another, almost unworldly appearance, the silver light draining away all color.
His appearance is that of a drowned man, a waterlogged corpse pulled from the pond.
A dead man.
Yet despite himself, he still lives.
His chest rises and falls, pulling in air rather than water, open eyes staring blankly forward.
He is alive, but is he living?
Or has he drowned?
The question plays itself back and forth in his mind, a tape recorder with a penny stuck in the gears, a record skipping.
He had failed. After all the posturing, after all the sacrifice, he was not a world champion.
It had all been for nothing.
The thought plagues him, repeating as he slowly rises to his feet and walks towards the edge of the pond, slowly but purposefully.
With every step his eyes trail further upward, staring into the light of the full moon. He tries to smile, to curl his lips into a happy expression.
He had always loved the moon.
But he cannot find the strength, and instead stops as he reaches the edge of the bank. He kicks off his shoes, which land with a splash in the middle of the pond. After a moment’s reflection, he steps into the pond, slowly, silently putting one foot in after the other, feeling the water wrap itself around him, pull him downward, utterly and completely envelop him from the knees down.
Suddenly though, his reverie is broken by the sound of a snapping twig. He freezes in place, his forward momentum stopping entirely as he turns towards the shore.
Standing on the shore, its head lowered, stands a deer.
Blaze stares at the animal, which seems completely unafraid, and after a moment it sees him, approaching slowly.
One eyebrow raises in confusion as Blaze watches the animal walk towards him, its motion completely calm and its face completely emotionless.
It approaches the shore behind Blaze and dips its head into the pond to drink.
Blaze stares at the animal incredulously, his eyes slowly twisting into an expression of anger. Why wasn’t the animal afraid of him?
Couldn’t it tell that he was dangerous?
That he was frightening?
A monster?
A despicable creature?
His teeth clench and his fists close as he stares at the unfazed animal, and he steps forward, opening his mouth and issuing forth a roar of anger!
The deer suddenly jumps back, its eyes widened in surprise, and it spins and bounds off into the woods, fading from sight.
Good.
He didn’t want the company anyway.
Although, even as the deer leaves, he’s suddenly made aware of other footsteps, much less subtle, far more clumsy, footsteps that had no reason to be in a forest, footsteps that could only belong to-
Blaze turns his head back towards the trees to see a man pushing his way through the undergrowth, wearing a black WCF T-shirt and a security badge. Seth had no doubt sent the employee to find him.
The man steps clumsily towards Blaze, his face a relieved expression. He grabs a walky-talky off of his belt and after a moment of radio static begins speaking.
Employee: Yeah, I found him. Jesus, Blaze, what are you doing out here? Don’t you wanna know who won showdown?
The anger fades from Blaze’s face and returns to a neutral expression, and he turns silently back towards the water.
The employee stares for a moment in confusion before shrugging his shoulders.
Employee: Look, buddy, I get it, you thought you were going to be the world champion, but listen, things don’t always work out exactly like we plan.
Blaze stares silently out into the water, unmoved. He speaks without turning back to the employee.
Teddy Blaze: It was all so perfect. I had given up everything for it. I was going to be the new face of WCF.
The employee cocks an eyebrow in confusion.
Employee: The face of WCF? Man, do you even look at the posters? People love Teo del So-
He suddenly becomes aware of what he was about to say and then stops himself, falling silent with a look of sheepish embarrassment.
Blaze chuckles to himself, staring out across the moonlit water only a moment before turning towards the employee.
Teddy Blaze: Hey, don’t worry about it. You’re hardly the first one to get confused. I know that people have grown attached to Teo del Sol, the People’s Champion. He was a great hero, a competitor that people could believe in.
Someone who could push past every limit, every boundary. Break any ceiling.
Teo looks down at the employee’s name badge, “Stan”.
Seth rarely forced anyone to include their last names.
Teddy Blaze: Listen, Stan. Teo del Sol was the People’s Champion, and he was the best one. I was the best one. Measure it any way you want, length of reign, number of defenses, memorable moments…
But that chapter is over.
Teo del Sol was the greatest people’s champion, but his time has passed. The records have been broken, the stories have been told. It is time for a change.
That was supposed to be tonight.
Blaze places his hand tightly across Stan’s shoulder, speaking to him directly.
Teddy Blaze: I resolved to put an end to that chapter tonight. I could have carried on, could have laid down and walked out with the People’s Championship, but when I saw the opportunity to push myself towards something greater, to pin Kevin Bishop and end that chapter once and for all, you bet your ass I took it.
It wasn’t easy, to end 8 months of work, like writing the final chapter in an all-time novel. Once it’s over, you just want to read it all over again.
But you have to keep moving, you have to keep progressing.
I was going to win the world title, Stan.
Blaze’s grip begins tightening on Stan’s shoulder as he speaks, and his face twists once more into a look of anger.
Teddy Blaze: I would be world champion right now if not for that son of a bitch Gemini Battle. That goddamned fool had to leap in and yank it all away. Moments after I put the final nail in Teo del Sol’s people’s title reign, Gemini leapt in and yanked the rug out from under me.
I hope he’s happy.
Gemini Battle is the reason that Spencer Adams is laying in the hospital with a broken jaw.
Gemini Battle is the reason that rather than standing high as the World Champion, that I am out here, just trying to get away from the noise of that arena.
That Coward, that. Fucking. Worm. Who jumped on me mere moments after I pinned Bishop, who grabbed me and hit me with his finisher, who snuck up and took me out of the match, like John Wilkes Booth.
Gemini Battle Stole my destiny, Stan. He ruined everything.
The moment, the instant that I see Gemini Battle next, Stan, I am going to throw him out the window.
I am going to dash his bones against the ground, am going to smash his face against the concrete. I am going to make him know, beyond a shadow of a doubt! That in stealing everything from me, that he has taken a step off a ledge.
I guess it's my job to make him understand the gravity of the situation.
Blaze begins laughing hysterically as a look of panic etches its way across Stan's face.
Teddy Blaze: Come on, ledge? Gravity? Nothing?
Stan's wide eyes dart back and forth nervously but after a moment he lets out an insincere chuckle.
Blaze laughs along with him, slapping him on the cheek affectionately.
Teddy Blaze: See, was that so hard? You're pretty tightly wound, Stan.
The employee begins to relax a bit, but then a look comes across his face, as though a lightbulb went off over his head.
Stan: Oh yeah! You left the arena without this, they asked me to give it to you.
Stan turns, reaching into a small pouch and pulling out a smaller object. Silver metal flanked by leather and small plates.
The Internet Championship.
Teddy Blaze: You stole Zombie's belt?
Stan shrugs his shoulders as he extends the belt to Blaze.
Stan: Thats not how I would describe it...champ.
Blaze's breath stops as he takes the championship. He feels its weight. Despite its small size the dense metal has a heaviness to it.
The word 'Internet' emblazons itself across the center of his mind. The Internet, a never-ending maze of fiber-optic cables.
A shuddering, ever evolved, ever expanding leviathan, a beast with a million faces, a creature which fed on reality and rewarded only the strong.
A beast which he now stood at the helm of.
Yes.
This was much better.
Sol was the People's champion.
But eventually, no matter what. The sun sets.
Now for some moonlight.
Blaze chuckles to himself. Though not as loud, it would not be wrong to call the laughter hysterical.
Teddy Blaze: So Stan, who did win Ultimate Showdown?
Stan's face is suddenly consumed again by nerves.
Stan: Ge...Gemini Battle...
Blaze stops laughing.
Teddy Blaze: Stan... I would have lied.
Stan: Wha-
Stan is cut off mid-word as Blaze turns and slams a kick across his jaw! Stan's eyes roll back in his head as he falls limply to the forest floor.
Teddy Blaze: Would you look at that? I just kicked Stan!
Blaze begins laughing maniacally to himself, throwing his head back as he slings the Internet title over his shoulder.
The laughter grows louder and louder as Blaze turns and smiles down into the still pond, the sound consuming everything around it, drowning the once harmonious glade into a chaotic cacophony.
The final image on the camera is the reflection of the new internet champion, and in the light of the moon...
The red lenses look like a demon's eyes...
---
The scene has now changed drastically. Where before there was a lush, green forest there now is a simple, stone-walled room. Perhaps a janitor's closet or a boiler room.
In the room, however, there is no real furniture or sign as to what it could be, instead a small wooden table sits with a computer on it.
The camera slowly zooms in on the blank screen, coming to a rest just close enough to see everything on he screen.
A screen which is suddenly consumed by static.
A crash of metallic noise and a few moments pass as the static fades to reveal a shadowy figure, his face topped by round red lenses. The figure crackles for a moment then begins to speak.
Teddy Blaze: This is a message for Gemini Battle.
I know you're watching.
I'm counting on it, in fact.
I'm curious, Gemini...
How does it feel?
How does it feel to hoist that big gold belt over your head?
To feel the weight of the world on your shoulders?
Do you feel like Atlas, Gemini?
Like a Titan? A legend?
It's a good trick, Gemini. Winning showdown, grabbing that prize.
Counting on people only remembering the result.
I know better, Gemini. You know better.
You know that you had to attack me from behind to take me out of the match early!
That you waited until I had pinned Bishop, our former U.S. Champion and was shaken by the realization that I had done the impossible and ended my own reign!
Because that's how it had to go.
I held that belt for so long, and turned away so many that the only way I could lose it was to do the deed myself!
Can you make such a claim, Gemini?
Gemini battle, a former United States champion. A champion who lost to Mikey Extreme.
I've met Mikey, Gemini, and if that doesn't fill your stomach with the greatest feeling of shame then there's no need for me to elaborate.
The U.S. Title means nothing to me. I've pinned and beaten the last 3 U.S. Champions! To me, being a U.S. Champion only means that you have a heavier suitcase!
You were US champion? Well I was Television Champion! I defended my belt every single week for months! You couldn't even manage one defense.
You main evented ONE against Wade Moor, and you lost. You got a chance anyone in the world would have killed for, and you blew it.
I had to open ONE against Kyle Kemp. You know what happened, Grayson? I not only won, I had one of the matches of the year!!
That's our story, Grayson. You have had chance after chance and you have failed over and over again.
Me? I'm not so lucky. I've never gotten a single title shot gifted to me. Never had a tag title match the week before Showdown. No Grayson, I have not had your opportunities.
But you know what, every single chance I have been given, I have hit the ground running!
I have been handed crap and I have made it into diamonds! You have been handed gold and turned it into Bronze!
You tied the WAR elimination record with Jared Holmes? I beat! A fresh Jared Holmes earlier that night.
You were the Trios champion? News flash! People's choice did it too, did it better, and we beat the team that beat you! And by the way, we were tag team champions at the same time, something no! Other team can lay claim too.
On the night you were handed the tag titles, I put my record breaking title reign and my spot in Showdown on the line against my best friend.
That's why you did it, isn't it Grayson?
That's why you snuck up behind me and attacked me while I was distracted!
You knew, you coward. You worm!
You knew that my time had come. That by pinning Bishop that the winds of change were starting to blow.
And that soon the name Teddy Blaze would be on every lip in that arena.
So for the first time in your life, you took an opportunity.
You Stole! My destiny!
Gemini Battle! I want you to listen to me and you better goddamned put your ear to the speaker!!
I will not let this go unanswered.
This week, they had better not send a referee because they're not going to need one!
The instant you walk through that curtain, I am going to grab you by that curly head of hair and I am going to dash that coconut against the steel until the milk comes out!
I am going to rip, tear, and rend every inch of your body, going to make every nerve ending cry out for mercy!
I am going to break bones! To shatter jaws! Knock out teeth and bloody flesh! And I am not stopping until you know, you have no more doubt in your mind that you. Have made a mistake.
And when you're laying in that ring, blooded. Broken. When you're staring up at those lights and the only thing that your mind is thinking is 'why?'
Fuck why.
You remember who.
And you remember it the next time that you want to steal something from me.
The image on screen suddenly cuts away, falling silent on a still image.
The sound of chirping crickets echoes with the slow and rhythmic hum of croaking frogs, the melody of nature serenading a peaceful wooded glade.
The overgrown grass and tightly packed dirt rings a small but deep pond, its shores just big enough to drown in but still just barely enough to leap.
The chorus of the night continues its motions, the sounds intermingling to slowly lull the world to sleep, nature’s lullaby a hypnotic blend of chaotic harmony.
And upon the shore, leaned against a tree, sits a new player, a figure that clearly doesn’t belong. His torn jeans and dark red jacket looking out of place with the otherwise verdant and natural landscape.
He lies on the ground, leaned against the tree, head propped up and safe despite the awkward position, completely still. Unmoving.
The man lays completely still, the moonlight reflecting off the pond across his face, illuminating it in white light. The light plays with the man’s face, the silver light creating a new effect across it.
His pale skin has taken on another, almost unworldly appearance, the silver light draining away all color.
His appearance is that of a drowned man, a waterlogged corpse pulled from the pond.
A dead man.
Yet despite himself, he still lives.
His chest rises and falls, pulling in air rather than water, open eyes staring blankly forward.
He is alive, but is he living?
Or has he drowned?
The question plays itself back and forth in his mind, a tape recorder with a penny stuck in the gears, a record skipping.
He had failed. After all the posturing, after all the sacrifice, he was not a world champion.
It had all been for nothing.
The thought plagues him, repeating as he slowly rises to his feet and walks towards the edge of the pond, slowly but purposefully.
With every step his eyes trail further upward, staring into the light of the full moon. He tries to smile, to curl his lips into a happy expression.
He had always loved the moon.
But he cannot find the strength, and instead stops as he reaches the edge of the bank. He kicks off his shoes, which land with a splash in the middle of the pond. After a moment’s reflection, he steps into the pond, slowly, silently putting one foot in after the other, feeling the water wrap itself around him, pull him downward, utterly and completely envelop him from the knees down.
Suddenly though, his reverie is broken by the sound of a snapping twig. He freezes in place, his forward momentum stopping entirely as he turns towards the shore.
Standing on the shore, its head lowered, stands a deer.
Blaze stares at the animal, which seems completely unafraid, and after a moment it sees him, approaching slowly.
One eyebrow raises in confusion as Blaze watches the animal walk towards him, its motion completely calm and its face completely emotionless.
It approaches the shore behind Blaze and dips its head into the pond to drink.
Blaze stares at the animal incredulously, his eyes slowly twisting into an expression of anger. Why wasn’t the animal afraid of him?
Couldn’t it tell that he was dangerous?
That he was frightening?
A monster?
A despicable creature?
His teeth clench and his fists close as he stares at the unfazed animal, and he steps forward, opening his mouth and issuing forth a roar of anger!
The deer suddenly jumps back, its eyes widened in surprise, and it spins and bounds off into the woods, fading from sight.
Good.
He didn’t want the company anyway.
Although, even as the deer leaves, he’s suddenly made aware of other footsteps, much less subtle, far more clumsy, footsteps that had no reason to be in a forest, footsteps that could only belong to-
Blaze turns his head back towards the trees to see a man pushing his way through the undergrowth, wearing a black WCF T-shirt and a security badge. Seth had no doubt sent the employee to find him.
The man steps clumsily towards Blaze, his face a relieved expression. He grabs a walky-talky off of his belt and after a moment of radio static begins speaking.
Employee: Yeah, I found him. Jesus, Blaze, what are you doing out here? Don’t you wanna know who won showdown?
The anger fades from Blaze’s face and returns to a neutral expression, and he turns silently back towards the water.
The employee stares for a moment in confusion before shrugging his shoulders.
Employee: Look, buddy, I get it, you thought you were going to be the world champion, but listen, things don’t always work out exactly like we plan.
Blaze stares silently out into the water, unmoved. He speaks without turning back to the employee.
Teddy Blaze: It was all so perfect. I had given up everything for it. I was going to be the new face of WCF.
The employee cocks an eyebrow in confusion.
Employee: The face of WCF? Man, do you even look at the posters? People love Teo del So-
He suddenly becomes aware of what he was about to say and then stops himself, falling silent with a look of sheepish embarrassment.
Blaze chuckles to himself, staring out across the moonlit water only a moment before turning towards the employee.
Teddy Blaze: Hey, don’t worry about it. You’re hardly the first one to get confused. I know that people have grown attached to Teo del Sol, the People’s Champion. He was a great hero, a competitor that people could believe in.
Someone who could push past every limit, every boundary. Break any ceiling.
Teo looks down at the employee’s name badge, “Stan”.
Seth rarely forced anyone to include their last names.
Teddy Blaze: Listen, Stan. Teo del Sol was the People’s Champion, and he was the best one. I was the best one. Measure it any way you want, length of reign, number of defenses, memorable moments…
But that chapter is over.
Teo del Sol was the greatest people’s champion, but his time has passed. The records have been broken, the stories have been told. It is time for a change.
That was supposed to be tonight.
Blaze places his hand tightly across Stan’s shoulder, speaking to him directly.
Teddy Blaze: I resolved to put an end to that chapter tonight. I could have carried on, could have laid down and walked out with the People’s Championship, but when I saw the opportunity to push myself towards something greater, to pin Kevin Bishop and end that chapter once and for all, you bet your ass I took it.
It wasn’t easy, to end 8 months of work, like writing the final chapter in an all-time novel. Once it’s over, you just want to read it all over again.
But you have to keep moving, you have to keep progressing.
I was going to win the world title, Stan.
Blaze’s grip begins tightening on Stan’s shoulder as he speaks, and his face twists once more into a look of anger.
Teddy Blaze: I would be world champion right now if not for that son of a bitch Gemini Battle. That goddamned fool had to leap in and yank it all away. Moments after I put the final nail in Teo del Sol’s people’s title reign, Gemini leapt in and yanked the rug out from under me.
I hope he’s happy.
Gemini Battle is the reason that Spencer Adams is laying in the hospital with a broken jaw.
Gemini Battle is the reason that rather than standing high as the World Champion, that I am out here, just trying to get away from the noise of that arena.
That Coward, that. Fucking. Worm. Who jumped on me mere moments after I pinned Bishop, who grabbed me and hit me with his finisher, who snuck up and took me out of the match, like John Wilkes Booth.
Gemini Battle Stole my destiny, Stan. He ruined everything.
The moment, the instant that I see Gemini Battle next, Stan, I am going to throw him out the window.
I am going to dash his bones against the ground, am going to smash his face against the concrete. I am going to make him know, beyond a shadow of a doubt! That in stealing everything from me, that he has taken a step off a ledge.
I guess it's my job to make him understand the gravity of the situation.
Blaze begins laughing hysterically as a look of panic etches its way across Stan's face.
Teddy Blaze: Come on, ledge? Gravity? Nothing?
Stan's wide eyes dart back and forth nervously but after a moment he lets out an insincere chuckle.
Blaze laughs along with him, slapping him on the cheek affectionately.
Teddy Blaze: See, was that so hard? You're pretty tightly wound, Stan.
The employee begins to relax a bit, but then a look comes across his face, as though a lightbulb went off over his head.
Stan: Oh yeah! You left the arena without this, they asked me to give it to you.
Stan turns, reaching into a small pouch and pulling out a smaller object. Silver metal flanked by leather and small plates.
The Internet Championship.
Teddy Blaze: You stole Zombie's belt?
Stan shrugs his shoulders as he extends the belt to Blaze.
Stan: Thats not how I would describe it...champ.
Blaze's breath stops as he takes the championship. He feels its weight. Despite its small size the dense metal has a heaviness to it.
The word 'Internet' emblazons itself across the center of his mind. The Internet, a never-ending maze of fiber-optic cables.
A shuddering, ever evolved, ever expanding leviathan, a beast with a million faces, a creature which fed on reality and rewarded only the strong.
A beast which he now stood at the helm of.
Yes.
This was much better.
Sol was the People's champion.
But eventually, no matter what. The sun sets.
Now for some moonlight.
Blaze chuckles to himself. Though not as loud, it would not be wrong to call the laughter hysterical.
Teddy Blaze: So Stan, who did win Ultimate Showdown?
Stan's face is suddenly consumed again by nerves.
Stan: Ge...Gemini Battle...
Blaze stops laughing.
Teddy Blaze: Stan... I would have lied.
Stan: Wha-
Stan is cut off mid-word as Blaze turns and slams a kick across his jaw! Stan's eyes roll back in his head as he falls limply to the forest floor.
Teddy Blaze: Would you look at that? I just kicked Stan!
Blaze begins laughing maniacally to himself, throwing his head back as he slings the Internet title over his shoulder.
The laughter grows louder and louder as Blaze turns and smiles down into the still pond, the sound consuming everything around it, drowning the once harmonious glade into a chaotic cacophony.
The final image on the camera is the reflection of the new internet champion, and in the light of the moon...
The red lenses look like a demon's eyes...
---
The scene has now changed drastically. Where before there was a lush, green forest there now is a simple, stone-walled room. Perhaps a janitor's closet or a boiler room.
In the room, however, there is no real furniture or sign as to what it could be, instead a small wooden table sits with a computer on it.
The camera slowly zooms in on the blank screen, coming to a rest just close enough to see everything on he screen.
A screen which is suddenly consumed by static.
A crash of metallic noise and a few moments pass as the static fades to reveal a shadowy figure, his face topped by round red lenses. The figure crackles for a moment then begins to speak.
Teddy Blaze: This is a message for Gemini Battle.
I know you're watching.
I'm counting on it, in fact.
I'm curious, Gemini...
How does it feel?
How does it feel to hoist that big gold belt over your head?
To feel the weight of the world on your shoulders?
Do you feel like Atlas, Gemini?
Like a Titan? A legend?
It's a good trick, Gemini. Winning showdown, grabbing that prize.
Counting on people only remembering the result.
I know better, Gemini. You know better.
You know that you had to attack me from behind to take me out of the match early!
That you waited until I had pinned Bishop, our former U.S. Champion and was shaken by the realization that I had done the impossible and ended my own reign!
Because that's how it had to go.
I held that belt for so long, and turned away so many that the only way I could lose it was to do the deed myself!
Can you make such a claim, Gemini?
Gemini battle, a former United States champion. A champion who lost to Mikey Extreme.
I've met Mikey, Gemini, and if that doesn't fill your stomach with the greatest feeling of shame then there's no need for me to elaborate.
The U.S. Title means nothing to me. I've pinned and beaten the last 3 U.S. Champions! To me, being a U.S. Champion only means that you have a heavier suitcase!
You were US champion? Well I was Television Champion! I defended my belt every single week for months! You couldn't even manage one defense.
You main evented ONE against Wade Moor, and you lost. You got a chance anyone in the world would have killed for, and you blew it.
I had to open ONE against Kyle Kemp. You know what happened, Grayson? I not only won, I had one of the matches of the year!!
That's our story, Grayson. You have had chance after chance and you have failed over and over again.
Me? I'm not so lucky. I've never gotten a single title shot gifted to me. Never had a tag title match the week before Showdown. No Grayson, I have not had your opportunities.
But you know what, every single chance I have been given, I have hit the ground running!
I have been handed crap and I have made it into diamonds! You have been handed gold and turned it into Bronze!
You tied the WAR elimination record with Jared Holmes? I beat! A fresh Jared Holmes earlier that night.
You were the Trios champion? News flash! People's choice did it too, did it better, and we beat the team that beat you! And by the way, we were tag team champions at the same time, something no! Other team can lay claim too.
On the night you were handed the tag titles, I put my record breaking title reign and my spot in Showdown on the line against my best friend.
That's why you did it, isn't it Grayson?
That's why you snuck up behind me and attacked me while I was distracted!
You knew, you coward. You worm!
You knew that my time had come. That by pinning Bishop that the winds of change were starting to blow.
And that soon the name Teddy Blaze would be on every lip in that arena.
So for the first time in your life, you took an opportunity.
You Stole! My destiny!
Gemini Battle! I want you to listen to me and you better goddamned put your ear to the speaker!!
I will not let this go unanswered.
This week, they had better not send a referee because they're not going to need one!
The instant you walk through that curtain, I am going to grab you by that curly head of hair and I am going to dash that coconut against the steel until the milk comes out!
I am going to rip, tear, and rend every inch of your body, going to make every nerve ending cry out for mercy!
I am going to break bones! To shatter jaws! Knock out teeth and bloody flesh! And I am not stopping until you know, you have no more doubt in your mind that you. Have made a mistake.
And when you're laying in that ring, blooded. Broken. When you're staring up at those lights and the only thing that your mind is thinking is 'why?'
Fuck why.
You remember who.
And you remember it the next time that you want to steal something from me.
The image on screen suddenly cuts away, falling silent on a still image.
