Post by maki on Jan 8, 2019 23:19:27 GMT -8
Sitting on a rooftop somewhere is Melissa Aki. She was pondering how life has a way of hitting you with brass knuckles when everything was going so smoothly. She looked down at the valley below, a Tsunami had hit and she thought about the way nature cures the ills of the cancer on the world that is the human race. She caused an earthquake and now these people who had been polluting the earth, destroying the gift they had been given so she decided to take them all out. It was providence. She would have to do the same to one Britney Anders.
Her thoughts drifted to Britney as she looked below at the massive waves hurtling through the valley and she had not one iota of concern for those in the midst of the natural disaster as they had caused this through their neglect of the World. A passing camera man was grabbed and told in no uncertain terms to record her.
“Britney Anders. Yes you. Bravo. I mean it. I destroyed you from bell to bell and you had no other choice than to hit me with some brass knuckles. You see, people in this business get mad about cheating, this sense of injustice but it showed me a part of you, when you are literally bashed around so you have to find something, anything to get out of the situation with your title in hand. I applaud that you think so highly of your title and so highly of yourself that you would do that to me. I am impressed that you had the guts to do that and I am not a naive little schoolgirl like Kendrick. This is part of the fun, part of the games we play to get an advantage. The only thing you didn't count on is what happens when retribution is handed down on you? Like this Tsunami, washing away the dead wood like you. Like these people are having to answer for their crimes against the planet now you shall pay for your crimes against ME!”
A flicker of a smirk. A darkness took over her eyes and in a flash it was gone. Daniela wanted to break through but Melissa wouldn't let her. Not yet. Not for Britney.
“I could care less what you have done as champion, you see despite your own failings and your narcissism, I do not follow your life in and out of the ring. You are of little importance to me, indeed, your slave Kross is the one I want to vanquish and if your midcard title makes you feel so special then who am I to take it...hell what am I talking about? Even though you want to brainwash the masses and the wrestlers here I ain't a dumb bitch. I see through your game, Anders. Your opponents lose before they even walk through the curtain but when you reflect on your time here all you are is fluff. Filler. To keep everyone invested for the real main eventers like myself, like Nox and dare I say even your puppet. So if I have to bring that championship out of the doldrums and make it the must see championship then I will and I wonder, Brit, how will your ego take the loss of a shiny toy. To me.”
A smirk. A reddening of her lips as she devoured the possibility of dethroning Britney. Not because she hated her. Far from it. She respected her game and it was self evident that Britney felt this need for attention, this utter habitual longing to be more than she was. Words are meaningless. Actions are far more inspiring and she would inspire Britney to not punch above her weight.
The waves crash inland as Banshee scream of delight hissed along the wind, the screams of the people below fed her love of destruction. She felt free again from the shackles of Melissa. Only something this vile, this insurgent could come from the Demoness of tortured souls. Daniela was free again but how soon would she be confined. Hell. The Vessel. They all confined her but for a brief moment she felt something akin to a human emotion. Happiness.
She had not quite taken over but in some strange instinctual need for violence their symbiotic relationship had taken over. One part Melissa and one part Daniela. Who would be the one to take over completely, especially with that harlot in their way?
“Sacrifice. This is something we in this industry should know all about. You sacrifice being there with your family, being there with your partner. You sacrifice all those moments that make ‘normal’ people happy like a drink in a pub with your best mate, like seeing your cousins grow up, like shopping with your mum but we do it for the love of the sport, for the betterment of us as athletes and for all the people that pay their hard earned money to watch us beat the living hell out of each other.
Even those below me now, screaming as they drown, as their pets die, as their worthless possessions wash away, they are sacrificing it all but pray tell what have you ever sacrificed, Anders? You are a spoilt brat in a fake body who revels in her fake relationship with a title she is not fit to hold but yet she does and gets away with what she calls excuses but what I and the dictionary call facts. An interesting question will arrise when I take that title from her. How will she feel when she finally has sacrificed something that gave her life meaning? Will she overreact? Will she feel like she has a gaping hole that not even little Kross can fill? Finally you will have sacrificed and know what it feels to have that pain. THE ALL CONSUMING PAIN OF FEAR OF THE UNKNOWN.”
Darkness swirled around her eyeballs, blood started to trickle from her eyelids, from the corner of her mouth and an evil grin crossed her face.
“Oh I get the chance to once again play with that lost soul. That abominable creature that lurks inside of you, Britney. You know the one, that ring horned beast that saves you every time you are about to fall. The Vessel mentioned a sacrifice and that is what you are. That golden piece of jewellery means nothing, it is a toy for a newly born human, a way to show the other moronic humans you are of value when you really aren't. We are not even interested in your soul - this time. Oh no you see myself and the other demons that live off the fuel of human suffering take great pleasure in stealing souls but I am different. Oh yes I promised the almighty deity a sacrifice of human form and that is you. I know that you are not aware of what your own word means but you will after when your body is ripped from your power and you are offered up to the greatest demon of them all. You should take great pride in what you will have achieved. Daniela will have a new vessel!”
Melissa snapped back as the black cloud in her eyes disappeared, the blood seeping from the corners of her eyes and mouth reversed their trajectory.
“I am going to enjoy stripping you of your title and then when I have that trinket it will just be another title on the resume. You see Britney I know you will cheat and claw to keep your ego in that lofty position but it will mean nothing when i take the title and erode your mental stability piece by piece you vacuous little charlatan! War is coming. You are but the lamb led to the slaughter that causes the A-list to implode. Bank on it. I am the truth and I shall end your tyrannical reign whether you like it or not.”
Melissa laughed but then the thought of the people below struggling affected her. She leapt off the roof and ran to help out the people. Sometimes she could be far too compassionate for her own good.
Her thoughts drifted to Britney as she looked below at the massive waves hurtling through the valley and she had not one iota of concern for those in the midst of the natural disaster as they had caused this through their neglect of the World. A passing camera man was grabbed and told in no uncertain terms to record her.
“Britney Anders. Yes you. Bravo. I mean it. I destroyed you from bell to bell and you had no other choice than to hit me with some brass knuckles. You see, people in this business get mad about cheating, this sense of injustice but it showed me a part of you, when you are literally bashed around so you have to find something, anything to get out of the situation with your title in hand. I applaud that you think so highly of your title and so highly of yourself that you would do that to me. I am impressed that you had the guts to do that and I am not a naive little schoolgirl like Kendrick. This is part of the fun, part of the games we play to get an advantage. The only thing you didn't count on is what happens when retribution is handed down on you? Like this Tsunami, washing away the dead wood like you. Like these people are having to answer for their crimes against the planet now you shall pay for your crimes against ME!”
A flicker of a smirk. A darkness took over her eyes and in a flash it was gone. Daniela wanted to break through but Melissa wouldn't let her. Not yet. Not for Britney.
“I could care less what you have done as champion, you see despite your own failings and your narcissism, I do not follow your life in and out of the ring. You are of little importance to me, indeed, your slave Kross is the one I want to vanquish and if your midcard title makes you feel so special then who am I to take it...hell what am I talking about? Even though you want to brainwash the masses and the wrestlers here I ain't a dumb bitch. I see through your game, Anders. Your opponents lose before they even walk through the curtain but when you reflect on your time here all you are is fluff. Filler. To keep everyone invested for the real main eventers like myself, like Nox and dare I say even your puppet. So if I have to bring that championship out of the doldrums and make it the must see championship then I will and I wonder, Brit, how will your ego take the loss of a shiny toy. To me.”
A smirk. A reddening of her lips as she devoured the possibility of dethroning Britney. Not because she hated her. Far from it. She respected her game and it was self evident that Britney felt this need for attention, this utter habitual longing to be more than she was. Words are meaningless. Actions are far more inspiring and she would inspire Britney to not punch above her weight.
The waves crash inland as Banshee scream of delight hissed along the wind, the screams of the people below fed her love of destruction. She felt free again from the shackles of Melissa. Only something this vile, this insurgent could come from the Demoness of tortured souls. Daniela was free again but how soon would she be confined. Hell. The Vessel. They all confined her but for a brief moment she felt something akin to a human emotion. Happiness.
She had not quite taken over but in some strange instinctual need for violence their symbiotic relationship had taken over. One part Melissa and one part Daniela. Who would be the one to take over completely, especially with that harlot in their way?
“Sacrifice. This is something we in this industry should know all about. You sacrifice being there with your family, being there with your partner. You sacrifice all those moments that make ‘normal’ people happy like a drink in a pub with your best mate, like seeing your cousins grow up, like shopping with your mum but we do it for the love of the sport, for the betterment of us as athletes and for all the people that pay their hard earned money to watch us beat the living hell out of each other.
Even those below me now, screaming as they drown, as their pets die, as their worthless possessions wash away, they are sacrificing it all but pray tell what have you ever sacrificed, Anders? You are a spoilt brat in a fake body who revels in her fake relationship with a title she is not fit to hold but yet she does and gets away with what she calls excuses but what I and the dictionary call facts. An interesting question will arrise when I take that title from her. How will she feel when she finally has sacrificed something that gave her life meaning? Will she overreact? Will she feel like she has a gaping hole that not even little Kross can fill? Finally you will have sacrificed and know what it feels to have that pain. THE ALL CONSUMING PAIN OF FEAR OF THE UNKNOWN.”
Darkness swirled around her eyeballs, blood started to trickle from her eyelids, from the corner of her mouth and an evil grin crossed her face.
“Oh I get the chance to once again play with that lost soul. That abominable creature that lurks inside of you, Britney. You know the one, that ring horned beast that saves you every time you are about to fall. The Vessel mentioned a sacrifice and that is what you are. That golden piece of jewellery means nothing, it is a toy for a newly born human, a way to show the other moronic humans you are of value when you really aren't. We are not even interested in your soul - this time. Oh no you see myself and the other demons that live off the fuel of human suffering take great pleasure in stealing souls but I am different. Oh yes I promised the almighty deity a sacrifice of human form and that is you. I know that you are not aware of what your own word means but you will after when your body is ripped from your power and you are offered up to the greatest demon of them all. You should take great pride in what you will have achieved. Daniela will have a new vessel!”
Melissa snapped back as the black cloud in her eyes disappeared, the blood seeping from the corners of her eyes and mouth reversed their trajectory.
“I am going to enjoy stripping you of your title and then when I have that trinket it will just be another title on the resume. You see Britney I know you will cheat and claw to keep your ego in that lofty position but it will mean nothing when i take the title and erode your mental stability piece by piece you vacuous little charlatan! War is coming. You are but the lamb led to the slaughter that causes the A-list to implode. Bank on it. I am the truth and I shall end your tyrannical reign whether you like it or not.”
Melissa laughed but then the thought of the people below struggling affected her. She leapt off the roof and ran to help out the people. Sometimes she could be far too compassionate for her own good.
