Post by Tempest Razum on Mar 17, 2019 22:14:03 GMT -5
Tempest Razum RP
Monday Night Slam 3/18/19
Xanadu Circle vs. Scott Slayer & Ultimate Destroyer
"Slayer in C Minor"
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The scene opens up to an abandoned arena. There are plastic covers all over every seat in the spectator areas. As the camera pans through, we can see rats randomly scurrying out of the way, hiding underneath the broken boards of this decaying establishment. Cobwebs and dust adorn the rest of our way, as the camera pans over to what looks like an amateur boxing ring, complete with uncovered frayed ropes. The dust and specs that fly about are more visible in the middle of the ring due to a weakening spot light that shines there.
There is a broken commentator’s table at ring side, and we can see that Noa Kanon and Agatha are both seated as if ready to do the play by play. From the ceiling descends Tempest Razum, with her arms out and eyes closed as if receiving divine message. We do not see the harness that is lowering her ever so slowly, but I assure you it is there. As soon as Tempest’s feet touch the center of this ill-kept ring, she opens her eyes and grins at the camera.
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“The Xanadu Circle has arrived in WCF and no one is safe. The joke that took place in the ring last week when we made short work of Victorious Secret is nothing compared to the horrific display of aggression you will witness in these coming weeks. With an appetite for destruction and a lust for Slaying, Noa and I will etch our opponents names into their own asses just to remind them what exactly it is that a Slayer and a Destroyer can do.”
Tempest shakes her head with a raised eyebrow and a smile.
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“Scott Slayer, the man who is having as tough a time controlling his inner demons as Savage was having keeping Noble away… You know what, Scott? I’m not a big fan of people with split personalities, I’m more of a ‘what you see is what you get’ kinda girl. So, if you would like to know just what it is that we do to people who cannot control their inner demons, take a look at what happened to Noble Savage at the end of Till Death Do Us Part! The bitch had it coming, and now she’s just a pathetic sack of flesh that will never be heard from again. I know a lot of you looked up to her, but you are just going to end up in the same fucked up situation as her. You will fall victim to the Circle’s web. You will be carried away and never be seen again. That’s what we do to fools like you who can’t focus! You are coming into this with a can of spray paint at your waist like someone who brings a gun, but I’m afraid I have some news for ya… Slayers and anarchists do far much more than just graffiti. You have to be able to withstand the same amount of punishment that you claim to be capable of delivering. Take me for example, I imprison many unfortunate souls, but I also free many worthy spirits. Therefore if I am ever bound to shackles and chains, I will be able to handle it, or even break free. Oh! I was so comfortable at Alcatraz. The prison of my freedom where I was in peace. Peace is never to be on either side, some say I straddle the fence, but I straddle more than just that, Scotty. I ride the fine line between bondage and liberty. That is why my peace is not explained to anyone, and some don’t understand the where or when of my transgressions. Peace, is to erase, and to create new lives. Peace is to disappoint you and that other bozo soon. But you seem to be on the right track to your own place of peace. The Ancient Book says it best… Peace is in the hearts of all those who suffered and still trust. And you, Scott, have suffered quite a lot. You’ve seen more losses than wins, and yet you still keep on keeping on, and pushing, and TRUSTING that your next match will be different from your last. You are one of those obnoxious fucks whose pain has never stopped them from smiling. It makes me sick to my fucking stomach. See, Lust was my only ideology. I was always the prettiest girl and always the one who the boys least wanted; perhaps because they were so convinced that I was out of their league they never bothered to try. So, I went on and took matters into my own hands… Instead of waiting for these idiots to grow some balls and approach me, I started approaching them… And just like that… My body count skyrocketed. I now have more victims in my dungeon than you can poke a dick at. I never miss the train of opportunity. I treat every ride like it might be the last, so I hop on…”
Tempest Razum now waltzes over to the corner and hops on the wooden turnbuckle, sensually swaying her hips back and forth as she gets comfortable.
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“Destroyer… You live your life far too carefully, for a Destroyer… Not me, I live every day like there is no tomorrow. Every kiss I give is the strongest I’ve ever given, just in case it is the last I can share. I do not suffer stage fright, I am ready to be loved and to love my haters. My tag partner’s soothing speech can calm me much more than a heavy sedative. But what will I do? If those same words from her have made me as cold as a stone. I come out here and see the likes of you, and I feel absolutely nothing. I want to hate you, really, I do. But there is no substance to your personality whatsoever so there is not much there to hate. I am not here for awards, but I'm definitely going to make a difference. What I am going to do? If they feed you to me and I enjoy it too much to admit it? All I can do is show the world that there is no shame in the soul of a witch. I create labyrinths and rape liberties, UD… You ain’t shit. But on the other hand, I’ve been regarded as a deceiver in the past. So distrustful, I do not even believe in my truths. But I never deny my lies. That’s why, I guess, you and Scott are my next victims. So many doors, but missing keys… You know, I will admit, at first I did not know what it was going to be like here in the WCF, but then I took a good look at the roster and realized that the only person who could possibly be a challenge to the Circle was in fact the only person working for the greater good OF the Circle… So, as a precaution we went ahead and took her out of the picture. You see, my spirit travels through the cracks left behind by torture, and I am ultimately going to get to you.”
At that point, we hear the provocative voice of Agatha speak from the commentator’s area.
AGATHA:
“There is no ‘I’ in TAG TEAM, Tempest… Don’t forget, you might be the strongest bitch in this division, but it is still a tag team division. You still have a partner, and so does your opponent.”
NOA KANON(off camera):
“Indeed, they will bleed.”
Tempest Razum looks at the commentator’s table, and chuckles, then looks back at the camera.
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“Yesterday I planned everything that is happening to us now. I do not regret the potions that I spent. I did not crawl for a piece of the pie. I am not that cunt Brandi. I'm sorry, but today I speak for myself, and tomorrow The Destroyer and The Slayer will witness my results, while you , Agatha, will witness increased income. That was the deal, wasn’t it? Always close to my restraints, like a prisoner, and I enjoy it. But there is no substitute, no, pain teaches everything that the monetary gain does not. And I do this in my sleep. You know it; you’ve seen me. I eat little slayers like scotty for breakfast. As smooth as I am, no one can escape my hypnosis, not even my own partner Noa, as you might have seen. It’s because my whispers are silk, and once I get in the ear of Scotty Slayer, it’s a fucking wrap for him. I will not rest well that night unless that little would-be anarchist gets his shit straight.”
AGATHA(off camera):
“You will rest if I sedate you. I hate the comparison between you and Abernathy’s girl, but if here is ever a moment in which you can only save yourself, you probably would. Just like her. And that’s not how we do things. That’s a flaw the the Wild Covenant adopted, but not the rest of the Circle.”
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“I am telling you what it will be on Monday. It will be our opponents’ worst work day. And don’t worry, I don’t have second thoughts like that Wild Chickadee. But, I will also not give myself what you expect. What I will give myself is the pleasure of crippling my opponents… OUR opponents... Noa, you already know, if you have to fight, I WILL fight at your side, it will never be a question. That my very soul carries within its duffle bag another two boxing gloves because I know you have my back the same way I have yours. It’s just that I see so many so-called wrestlers with manure in their mouths that I want to decimate them! I see Scott Slayer and I get the desire to arrive and fuck him without taking off my clothes. And END him! Just the same way someone will some day end me. Because luckily, I'm not immortal. How sad it would be to live knowing that there is no end? A wise witch once told me: "Throw your luggage.” She said: "That the most trendy names are not even worth a tattoo." She said: "There is so much assembly and so little to assemble." She said: "Even the most iniquitous can learn to stay mute." And do you know whose words those are? Those are the words of Lady Abernathy… Nature herself… And I get it… Yeah, she failed at binding Noble and Savage together, but Noa and I do not have her handicaps. Noa and I are cut from a different cloth, so I believe with Agatha as our lead, and Abernathy as our guide, there isn’t a single person in WCF who can even stand in front of us without turning to dust.”
NOA KANON(off camera):
“Ashes to ashes, we end their asses, their life flashes and passes…”
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“Exactly. And as sure as the moon’s shape crescent, the sun will always rise for the victor. Today, I looked at myself in the mirror and I greeted an older me. As I stepped out into the crowds of society, I could already feel the desires of men and women who want to fuck me. See, because we torture youths, we remain eternally young. But after so many laps around the people of every day, I am still standing at the same fucking door I was standing yesterday before I welcomed today’s sun. And I wonder… So many dead ways, so many nights i wasted on high alert, waiting, and finally, I see where it is that I must insert this key. It is through the overly roided up heart of Ultimate Destroyer. But yes, he is with that pathetic Scott Slayer, which might not mean much. But if they try to throw me down, it's because they see that I'm above them.”
Tempest makes stern eye contact with the camera with her next words.
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“Destroyer! Slayer! Welcome to my version of events, bitches! My words are previews of tomorrow’s double features, and yes… They are FULL of spoilers. We change ‘fight’ to ‘fuck,’ and you are nobody if you do not do either or. I do not just say it myself, it is you who will say it because you will repeat it after you hear me. I am still in the hands of Agatha, I will never leave her. Whether she caresses me or chokes me depends on me, but I welcome it just the same. I only saw corpses where others saw obstacles. That's why silence does not take away my position! I traveled the world with Abernathy before Agatha took me in, I saw joys and laments. But the most intense trip was the one that I made inside myself. Not knowing what to do, if I do not know how to step on my own brakes. If I love going out to look for obscene kisses and thunder, I have poison. What does that mean? That one of you has the antidote and opposites attract. So I pick up the doubts that you drop. Even the smart one is distracted, dropping his fucking anarchist ways in favor of a confused voice he hears. But here there are so many evil eyes judging other people's mistakes. The Xanadu Circle is our film presented to you in full gory HD, while with Abernathy we only let you see the trailer. I know, right now it is still confusing to all you fuckfaces. You still don't get it. You don't even understand what we are referring to half the time, so to you right now, there's only rain, smoke and air. I know, you think I only know how to make Ansata crosses and crave dick. But the sweetness of life almost never seduces me… Here's what you're not getting: the immortality of my carnal desires make ME the master of my own addictions. I do the seducing, not the other way around. So you see me and Noa, and you can thank your lucky stars that I'm not as turned on by your suffering as she is. But there is something about vulnerability that gets my juices going. Don't get it twisted, though. In this little fuck session we call a match, you two are the pussies! Noa and I are the cock and balls. That's why I will dive between your slippery carcasses and have my way with you until I come out shivering in in pleasure, dripping soaked from head to toe, drenched in your fucking blood.”
The lights now flicker and Tempest looks up and around, trying to figure out what's causing it. The lights end up going out completely and Tempest can be heard growling sensually as a reaction to the darkness. A few seconds later the lights come back on, and Tempest is in the center of the ring in a fighting stance. Both Agatha and Noa Kanon are in the middle of the ring with their backs against hers, also ready to fight, but the person that enters the ring is Lady Abernathy.
The tensed up trio ease up out of their combat pose and their body language collectively becomes quite amorous.
AGATHA:
“You should know better than to sneak in here like that. It's a good way to lose your throat.”
LADY ABERNATHY:
“Spare me the lecture, Feline. I've come her because it is apparent that your demonic duo could use some guidance.”
AGATHA:
“Lady, look… I love ya, but I highly doubt my girls need your guidance.”
LADY ABERNATHY:
“Tempest… Do you agree?”
NOA KANON:
“Brandi did well when she followed her soul, until the time witch came and swallowed her whole.”
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“Noa is half right. Brandi's greatest accomplishments came from following Lady Word for Word. But her failures did not come from the daughter of time, they came when she didn't listen. So as I said before, Agatha… If we do what you say, but in the way Lady says it, we would be unstoppable. The Xanadu Circle is more than just the Tiamat Covenant. It is a covenant of seven. The Wild Covenant is one of those, so why not work together?”
AGATHA:
“But now? When we need her the least? Your opponents are a couple of morons that you would surely make a fucking snack out of. Abernathy is an amazing guide, but this is not the moment to use her talents.”
LADY ABERNATHY:
“Fair enough. In good faith I will watch your match against those two. Perhaps I'll provide feedback. Starting with this whole in ring promo nonsense.”
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“I try to have fun with this shit, Lady. Unlike you and that little pale bitch we took out at the pay per view. I entertain myself because I know that's my way of screaming when I can't. These little fucks are not worth a shout, much less a scream. They can follow my lead and I leave the crumbs.”
NOA KANON:
“We, Temptress, We… Remember, remember, it is both you and me.”
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“Of course my love. I'm just saying how easy it would be for one of us alone to defeat both of them, and even the fucktards that cheer for them know it. They know that you have an advantage over Destroyer that no other wrestler in this business has. They know I have an advantage over Scott Slayer that would make a one on one match unfair. They know that this being the two of us against the two of them, it is already a handicap match.”
Lady Abernathy smirks and nods before turning away and exiting the ring. As she leaves she hums her parting words.
LADY ABERNATHY:
“Perchance to dream…”
Tempest Razum chuckles at those words and responds with a smile.
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“Yes, Lady. Thanks to you, I no longer have insomnia; I've already fallen asleep to the devil and even fucked his brains out, earning a good night's rest. So my dream less sleeps are no more and I can finally concoct the clarity necessary to see things your way. And it is because of that, that I can confidently affirm that Slayer and Destroyer are fucked.”
NOA KANON:
“From spring I live, but from Autumn I learn, that he who rises falls and burns. I've cut titanium chains easier than I've cut grass. Sadness came to see me but no more guests could pass. And now that your pupil is in the asylum with no way out, you try to influence me with your sadness inducing doubts?”
Lady Abernathy continues to walk away without acknowledging their words. Agatha smiles and nods as if admiring Lady Abernathy.
AGATHA:
“She's an outstanding teacher, but you need not follow her. Just learn from her. Travel with me, I promise you the fucking truth. Do as I say and you'll see that Ultimate Destroyer and Scott Slayer are just the first bricks to lay on the road to success.”
NOA KANON:
“Success is best when the rest are less.”
Tempest steps forth into the brighter part of the spotlight, while Noa and Agatha take a slight step back.
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“You know, Destroyer… Slayer… I have always been one of the misunderstood ones. Mainly because I was so in love with my own clairvoyance that I spoke in future tense. The reason Noa and I have reached such high levels of understanding one another is because we are so misunderstood to the likes of you. And in this life to live, the rest is always less. It is obvious that sometimes I give up too… But that does not mean I will ever leave Noa's side the way your so-called sister apparently left yours. I welcome Abernathy but not as Agatha’s replacement, more as her supplement. Because Noa and I did not come out of hell to walk around purgatory. We both face the injustice that I alone can not extinguish. Even if it breaks my heart like pieces of Ultimate Destroyer's horrendous dialogue, at least we know who the fuck we are. Unlike that two faced bitch Noble and unlike you, the other two faced bitch, Scott Slayer. I know who my real sisters are and they know who the fuck I am, I know the effect that I will cause against you in this fucking ring on Monday. But I am much more myself without focus or applause. That is why I do these things. Because I would hate for the God damn fans of WCF to start cheering my shit. That is MY victory; to do something exceptional, without anyone's fucking approval. And when you see me in this ring desecrating the Slayer to the point that Scott Shadow doesn't even recognize you, you will curse to high heavens and damn the day Agatha brought Noa and I together in this Unholy Pact. Scott Slayer, your martial art is to SAY you're an anarchist and unhinged while allowing your actions to prove the opposite. Perhaps blaming it all on your fucking shadow. Ultimate Destroyer, on the other hand, simply lives for destruction, not knowing the only destruction he is orchestrating is his own. My martial art? To ignore the one who provokes. Simple. Some people speak with their eyes, like Abernathy, some people look through their mouths, like me. But do not confuse it, I also know how to kill fast. And I know there are ways to caress that mark you like a fucking spiked whip. I aim to hit the Crux Ansata like a rock of Oblivion. Then watch you, Scott Slayer, as you die offshore with thousands of fake love notes. I will invite your fans in Casper to cry with me. And their tears will be poured like the water they Wyoming has lost, and THAT… Is all, my friends. The Darker One, The Pythoness, and myself can take our brooms and fly, get out there and look! No rest until we bleed every wound! Let it be known that we, The Xanadu Circle, have already reached our goal… We have already finished this little game before it even began for you. And when the WCF Galaxy sees that their Slayer has been slain and their Destroyer destroyed, it is when YOUR game finally starts.”
The lights once again flicker as Tempest Razum throws up Rock N Roll Devil horns while sticking her tongue out and walks off before we fade to black.
Monday Night Slam 3/18/19
Xanadu Circle vs. Scott Slayer & Ultimate Destroyer
"Slayer in C Minor"
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The scene opens up to an abandoned arena. There are plastic covers all over every seat in the spectator areas. As the camera pans through, we can see rats randomly scurrying out of the way, hiding underneath the broken boards of this decaying establishment. Cobwebs and dust adorn the rest of our way, as the camera pans over to what looks like an amateur boxing ring, complete with uncovered frayed ropes. The dust and specs that fly about are more visible in the middle of the ring due to a weakening spot light that shines there.
There is a broken commentator’s table at ring side, and we can see that Noa Kanon and Agatha are both seated as if ready to do the play by play. From the ceiling descends Tempest Razum, with her arms out and eyes closed as if receiving divine message. We do not see the harness that is lowering her ever so slowly, but I assure you it is there. As soon as Tempest’s feet touch the center of this ill-kept ring, she opens her eyes and grins at the camera.
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“The Xanadu Circle has arrived in WCF and no one is safe. The joke that took place in the ring last week when we made short work of Victorious Secret is nothing compared to the horrific display of aggression you will witness in these coming weeks. With an appetite for destruction and a lust for Slaying, Noa and I will etch our opponents names into their own asses just to remind them what exactly it is that a Slayer and a Destroyer can do.”
Tempest shakes her head with a raised eyebrow and a smile.
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“Scott Slayer, the man who is having as tough a time controlling his inner demons as Savage was having keeping Noble away… You know what, Scott? I’m not a big fan of people with split personalities, I’m more of a ‘what you see is what you get’ kinda girl. So, if you would like to know just what it is that we do to people who cannot control their inner demons, take a look at what happened to Noble Savage at the end of Till Death Do Us Part! The bitch had it coming, and now she’s just a pathetic sack of flesh that will never be heard from again. I know a lot of you looked up to her, but you are just going to end up in the same fucked up situation as her. You will fall victim to the Circle’s web. You will be carried away and never be seen again. That’s what we do to fools like you who can’t focus! You are coming into this with a can of spray paint at your waist like someone who brings a gun, but I’m afraid I have some news for ya… Slayers and anarchists do far much more than just graffiti. You have to be able to withstand the same amount of punishment that you claim to be capable of delivering. Take me for example, I imprison many unfortunate souls, but I also free many worthy spirits. Therefore if I am ever bound to shackles and chains, I will be able to handle it, or even break free. Oh! I was so comfortable at Alcatraz. The prison of my freedom where I was in peace. Peace is never to be on either side, some say I straddle the fence, but I straddle more than just that, Scotty. I ride the fine line between bondage and liberty. That is why my peace is not explained to anyone, and some don’t understand the where or when of my transgressions. Peace, is to erase, and to create new lives. Peace is to disappoint you and that other bozo soon. But you seem to be on the right track to your own place of peace. The Ancient Book says it best… Peace is in the hearts of all those who suffered and still trust. And you, Scott, have suffered quite a lot. You’ve seen more losses than wins, and yet you still keep on keeping on, and pushing, and TRUSTING that your next match will be different from your last. You are one of those obnoxious fucks whose pain has never stopped them from smiling. It makes me sick to my fucking stomach. See, Lust was my only ideology. I was always the prettiest girl and always the one who the boys least wanted; perhaps because they were so convinced that I was out of their league they never bothered to try. So, I went on and took matters into my own hands… Instead of waiting for these idiots to grow some balls and approach me, I started approaching them… And just like that… My body count skyrocketed. I now have more victims in my dungeon than you can poke a dick at. I never miss the train of opportunity. I treat every ride like it might be the last, so I hop on…”
Tempest Razum now waltzes over to the corner and hops on the wooden turnbuckle, sensually swaying her hips back and forth as she gets comfortable.
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“Destroyer… You live your life far too carefully, for a Destroyer… Not me, I live every day like there is no tomorrow. Every kiss I give is the strongest I’ve ever given, just in case it is the last I can share. I do not suffer stage fright, I am ready to be loved and to love my haters. My tag partner’s soothing speech can calm me much more than a heavy sedative. But what will I do? If those same words from her have made me as cold as a stone. I come out here and see the likes of you, and I feel absolutely nothing. I want to hate you, really, I do. But there is no substance to your personality whatsoever so there is not much there to hate. I am not here for awards, but I'm definitely going to make a difference. What I am going to do? If they feed you to me and I enjoy it too much to admit it? All I can do is show the world that there is no shame in the soul of a witch. I create labyrinths and rape liberties, UD… You ain’t shit. But on the other hand, I’ve been regarded as a deceiver in the past. So distrustful, I do not even believe in my truths. But I never deny my lies. That’s why, I guess, you and Scott are my next victims. So many doors, but missing keys… You know, I will admit, at first I did not know what it was going to be like here in the WCF, but then I took a good look at the roster and realized that the only person who could possibly be a challenge to the Circle was in fact the only person working for the greater good OF the Circle… So, as a precaution we went ahead and took her out of the picture. You see, my spirit travels through the cracks left behind by torture, and I am ultimately going to get to you.”
At that point, we hear the provocative voice of Agatha speak from the commentator’s area.
AGATHA:
“There is no ‘I’ in TAG TEAM, Tempest… Don’t forget, you might be the strongest bitch in this division, but it is still a tag team division. You still have a partner, and so does your opponent.”
NOA KANON(off camera):
“Indeed, they will bleed.”
Tempest Razum looks at the commentator’s table, and chuckles, then looks back at the camera.
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“Yesterday I planned everything that is happening to us now. I do not regret the potions that I spent. I did not crawl for a piece of the pie. I am not that cunt Brandi. I'm sorry, but today I speak for myself, and tomorrow The Destroyer and The Slayer will witness my results, while you , Agatha, will witness increased income. That was the deal, wasn’t it? Always close to my restraints, like a prisoner, and I enjoy it. But there is no substitute, no, pain teaches everything that the monetary gain does not. And I do this in my sleep. You know it; you’ve seen me. I eat little slayers like scotty for breakfast. As smooth as I am, no one can escape my hypnosis, not even my own partner Noa, as you might have seen. It’s because my whispers are silk, and once I get in the ear of Scotty Slayer, it’s a fucking wrap for him. I will not rest well that night unless that little would-be anarchist gets his shit straight.”
AGATHA(off camera):
“You will rest if I sedate you. I hate the comparison between you and Abernathy’s girl, but if here is ever a moment in which you can only save yourself, you probably would. Just like her. And that’s not how we do things. That’s a flaw the the Wild Covenant adopted, but not the rest of the Circle.”
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“I am telling you what it will be on Monday. It will be our opponents’ worst work day. And don’t worry, I don’t have second thoughts like that Wild Chickadee. But, I will also not give myself what you expect. What I will give myself is the pleasure of crippling my opponents… OUR opponents... Noa, you already know, if you have to fight, I WILL fight at your side, it will never be a question. That my very soul carries within its duffle bag another two boxing gloves because I know you have my back the same way I have yours. It’s just that I see so many so-called wrestlers with manure in their mouths that I want to decimate them! I see Scott Slayer and I get the desire to arrive and fuck him without taking off my clothes. And END him! Just the same way someone will some day end me. Because luckily, I'm not immortal. How sad it would be to live knowing that there is no end? A wise witch once told me: "Throw your luggage.” She said: "That the most trendy names are not even worth a tattoo." She said: "There is so much assembly and so little to assemble." She said: "Even the most iniquitous can learn to stay mute." And do you know whose words those are? Those are the words of Lady Abernathy… Nature herself… And I get it… Yeah, she failed at binding Noble and Savage together, but Noa and I do not have her handicaps. Noa and I are cut from a different cloth, so I believe with Agatha as our lead, and Abernathy as our guide, there isn’t a single person in WCF who can even stand in front of us without turning to dust.”
NOA KANON(off camera):
“Ashes to ashes, we end their asses, their life flashes and passes…”
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“Exactly. And as sure as the moon’s shape crescent, the sun will always rise for the victor. Today, I looked at myself in the mirror and I greeted an older me. As I stepped out into the crowds of society, I could already feel the desires of men and women who want to fuck me. See, because we torture youths, we remain eternally young. But after so many laps around the people of every day, I am still standing at the same fucking door I was standing yesterday before I welcomed today’s sun. And I wonder… So many dead ways, so many nights i wasted on high alert, waiting, and finally, I see where it is that I must insert this key. It is through the overly roided up heart of Ultimate Destroyer. But yes, he is with that pathetic Scott Slayer, which might not mean much. But if they try to throw me down, it's because they see that I'm above them.”
Tempest makes stern eye contact with the camera with her next words.
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“Destroyer! Slayer! Welcome to my version of events, bitches! My words are previews of tomorrow’s double features, and yes… They are FULL of spoilers. We change ‘fight’ to ‘fuck,’ and you are nobody if you do not do either or. I do not just say it myself, it is you who will say it because you will repeat it after you hear me. I am still in the hands of Agatha, I will never leave her. Whether she caresses me or chokes me depends on me, but I welcome it just the same. I only saw corpses where others saw obstacles. That's why silence does not take away my position! I traveled the world with Abernathy before Agatha took me in, I saw joys and laments. But the most intense trip was the one that I made inside myself. Not knowing what to do, if I do not know how to step on my own brakes. If I love going out to look for obscene kisses and thunder, I have poison. What does that mean? That one of you has the antidote and opposites attract. So I pick up the doubts that you drop. Even the smart one is distracted, dropping his fucking anarchist ways in favor of a confused voice he hears. But here there are so many evil eyes judging other people's mistakes. The Xanadu Circle is our film presented to you in full gory HD, while with Abernathy we only let you see the trailer. I know, right now it is still confusing to all you fuckfaces. You still don't get it. You don't even understand what we are referring to half the time, so to you right now, there's only rain, smoke and air. I know, you think I only know how to make Ansata crosses and crave dick. But the sweetness of life almost never seduces me… Here's what you're not getting: the immortality of my carnal desires make ME the master of my own addictions. I do the seducing, not the other way around. So you see me and Noa, and you can thank your lucky stars that I'm not as turned on by your suffering as she is. But there is something about vulnerability that gets my juices going. Don't get it twisted, though. In this little fuck session we call a match, you two are the pussies! Noa and I are the cock and balls. That's why I will dive between your slippery carcasses and have my way with you until I come out shivering in in pleasure, dripping soaked from head to toe, drenched in your fucking blood.”
The lights now flicker and Tempest looks up and around, trying to figure out what's causing it. The lights end up going out completely and Tempest can be heard growling sensually as a reaction to the darkness. A few seconds later the lights come back on, and Tempest is in the center of the ring in a fighting stance. Both Agatha and Noa Kanon are in the middle of the ring with their backs against hers, also ready to fight, but the person that enters the ring is Lady Abernathy.
The tensed up trio ease up out of their combat pose and their body language collectively becomes quite amorous.
AGATHA:
“You should know better than to sneak in here like that. It's a good way to lose your throat.”
LADY ABERNATHY:
“Spare me the lecture, Feline. I've come her because it is apparent that your demonic duo could use some guidance.”
AGATHA:
“Lady, look… I love ya, but I highly doubt my girls need your guidance.”
LADY ABERNATHY:
“Tempest… Do you agree?”
NOA KANON:
“Brandi did well when she followed her soul, until the time witch came and swallowed her whole.”
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“Noa is half right. Brandi's greatest accomplishments came from following Lady Word for Word. But her failures did not come from the daughter of time, they came when she didn't listen. So as I said before, Agatha… If we do what you say, but in the way Lady says it, we would be unstoppable. The Xanadu Circle is more than just the Tiamat Covenant. It is a covenant of seven. The Wild Covenant is one of those, so why not work together?”
AGATHA:
“But now? When we need her the least? Your opponents are a couple of morons that you would surely make a fucking snack out of. Abernathy is an amazing guide, but this is not the moment to use her talents.”
LADY ABERNATHY:
“Fair enough. In good faith I will watch your match against those two. Perhaps I'll provide feedback. Starting with this whole in ring promo nonsense.”
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“I try to have fun with this shit, Lady. Unlike you and that little pale bitch we took out at the pay per view. I entertain myself because I know that's my way of screaming when I can't. These little fucks are not worth a shout, much less a scream. They can follow my lead and I leave the crumbs.”
NOA KANON:
“We, Temptress, We… Remember, remember, it is both you and me.”
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“Of course my love. I'm just saying how easy it would be for one of us alone to defeat both of them, and even the fucktards that cheer for them know it. They know that you have an advantage over Destroyer that no other wrestler in this business has. They know I have an advantage over Scott Slayer that would make a one on one match unfair. They know that this being the two of us against the two of them, it is already a handicap match.”
Lady Abernathy smirks and nods before turning away and exiting the ring. As she leaves she hums her parting words.
LADY ABERNATHY:
“Perchance to dream…”
Tempest Razum chuckles at those words and responds with a smile.
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“Yes, Lady. Thanks to you, I no longer have insomnia; I've already fallen asleep to the devil and even fucked his brains out, earning a good night's rest. So my dream less sleeps are no more and I can finally concoct the clarity necessary to see things your way. And it is because of that, that I can confidently affirm that Slayer and Destroyer are fucked.”
NOA KANON:
“From spring I live, but from Autumn I learn, that he who rises falls and burns. I've cut titanium chains easier than I've cut grass. Sadness came to see me but no more guests could pass. And now that your pupil is in the asylum with no way out, you try to influence me with your sadness inducing doubts?”
Lady Abernathy continues to walk away without acknowledging their words. Agatha smiles and nods as if admiring Lady Abernathy.
AGATHA:
“She's an outstanding teacher, but you need not follow her. Just learn from her. Travel with me, I promise you the fucking truth. Do as I say and you'll see that Ultimate Destroyer and Scott Slayer are just the first bricks to lay on the road to success.”
NOA KANON:
“Success is best when the rest are less.”
Tempest steps forth into the brighter part of the spotlight, while Noa and Agatha take a slight step back.
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“You know, Destroyer… Slayer… I have always been one of the misunderstood ones. Mainly because I was so in love with my own clairvoyance that I spoke in future tense. The reason Noa and I have reached such high levels of understanding one another is because we are so misunderstood to the likes of you. And in this life to live, the rest is always less. It is obvious that sometimes I give up too… But that does not mean I will ever leave Noa's side the way your so-called sister apparently left yours. I welcome Abernathy but not as Agatha’s replacement, more as her supplement. Because Noa and I did not come out of hell to walk around purgatory. We both face the injustice that I alone can not extinguish. Even if it breaks my heart like pieces of Ultimate Destroyer's horrendous dialogue, at least we know who the fuck we are. Unlike that two faced bitch Noble and unlike you, the other two faced bitch, Scott Slayer. I know who my real sisters are and they know who the fuck I am, I know the effect that I will cause against you in this fucking ring on Monday. But I am much more myself without focus or applause. That is why I do these things. Because I would hate for the God damn fans of WCF to start cheering my shit. That is MY victory; to do something exceptional, without anyone's fucking approval. And when you see me in this ring desecrating the Slayer to the point that Scott Shadow doesn't even recognize you, you will curse to high heavens and damn the day Agatha brought Noa and I together in this Unholy Pact. Scott Slayer, your martial art is to SAY you're an anarchist and unhinged while allowing your actions to prove the opposite. Perhaps blaming it all on your fucking shadow. Ultimate Destroyer, on the other hand, simply lives for destruction, not knowing the only destruction he is orchestrating is his own. My martial art? To ignore the one who provokes. Simple. Some people speak with their eyes, like Abernathy, some people look through their mouths, like me. But do not confuse it, I also know how to kill fast. And I know there are ways to caress that mark you like a fucking spiked whip. I aim to hit the Crux Ansata like a rock of Oblivion. Then watch you, Scott Slayer, as you die offshore with thousands of fake love notes. I will invite your fans in Casper to cry with me. And their tears will be poured like the water they Wyoming has lost, and THAT… Is all, my friends. The Darker One, The Pythoness, and myself can take our brooms and fly, get out there and look! No rest until we bleed every wound! Let it be known that we, The Xanadu Circle, have already reached our goal… We have already finished this little game before it even began for you. And when the WCF Galaxy sees that their Slayer has been slain and their Destroyer destroyed, it is when YOUR game finally starts.”
The lights once again flicker as Tempest Razum throws up Rock N Roll Devil horns while sticking her tongue out and walks off before we fade to black.
