Post by maki on Sept 24, 2018 14:18:16 GMT -8
Melissa Aki had been back home on a fly by night visit to see her parents. She had appeared at the Greenwich observatory in London. Where time was officially created without the need for the sundial but still she was standing by a huge bronze sundial. She has on a pink hoodie over jeans and converse trainers.
“Time changes everything. It winds on, moving at breakneck pace, what you were yesterday you are not today and tomorrow could be a different story completely. How do you combat something that permeates every aspect of life itself? You don't you embrace it. Though, some people treat it as if it belongs to them and some keep an eye on it, realising time can lift you up and spit you out. I am the latter while the incredulous morons like Kendrick Kross believe everything in the world is meant for him including time. “
She snuggles against the big bronze sundial and leans on it as she uses her left hand to command us closer.
“See, no matter what you think or feel, Kross, you cannot control time but I am privy to it's needs and she has told me that your time is up. I let you talk and spurt forth the glorious nonsense that you put out into the ether but we both know I am The California Pride champion for a reason. I am not like you. I am proud of who I am, I am proud of what I represent and I am proud to be yours and everyone's champion.”
She looks upwards, the sun and the moon shining on her in unison
“The sky is tumbling down around you, Kendrick. You see you are what we call around the parts a ‘chancer’ or as the americans call a ‘grifter.’ Let's look at what you and who you are. You're like the cliff notes version of how to be a twitter personality.
Step one: Show everyone your tattooed body, send out lots of topless pictures to cover your mediocrity.
Step Two: Be friends with people because of their infamy, act like a classless prick because said friends act that way and therefore you will not be found out as the loser you know you are. Being pitiful in a group means you never have to defend yourself. Leave that to your bestie/girlfriend.
Step Three: Start to make people believe that you are as good as you are arrogant until you are found out by someone with a strong intellect like me.
Step Four: Hide your failure in MMA but still mention it so people also just see those three capitalized letters and guess that you are tough to beat but when you do the research you realise you are just a failure in MMA and a failure as a wrestler, Kross.
Step Five: You skate through and become a champion in wrestling. Not even you know how you accomplished this. Your plans of beating them down with jibes finally gets into their heads and their own insecurities you bred into them defeated them.
Step Six: You brag about how long you are champion and holder of the midcard title until you are found out once again as the con man you are and you lose the one thing you lucked out in getting in the first place.
Step Seven: Do not mention that you were beaten by the far better man. You move on and claim the most prestigious title is now going to be yours and you will defeat the face of the place with ease and thus repeating step five.”
A smirk forms on her lips as she watches the shadow form on the sundial.
“Your chancery is not even just in regards to your failure in MMA and wrestling but also you are not even from England. It is all part of the role you play. I would love it, Kendrick, if you would bestow on us all the wonderful nooks and crannies of Chelsea. Do you even know what London Borough it is in? See with everything in your life you fake it. Lost interest in MMA. I was an MMA champion. Stopped bare knuckle fighting. It got me through university.
Going to beat me for my title? I am the best here. I am the best in every damn place I wrestle. I hold titles everywhere and you just bring your federations down. Luckily I am here to keep you from that.”
Her eyes turn black but quickly she quietens down Daniela but she knows it is only a matter of time.
“You're a parasite, Kendrick. A tick. You suck the life out of everything that comes in contact with you. Why do you think Britney upped and left you hanging? Yet here you are a like a lovelorn puppy running to her now she had her personal space. Another lapse in judgement but like a sociopath who needs her to be his cover story you believe you will so easily do what no one else has in this place. Simply because you have your host body there for you. Bravo. Three stages of hell. Two for you as there is no way you can beat me but remember I been to hell and back on multiple occasions while you been getting tattoos of Meghan fucking princess of Sussex!”
The tourists were milling about the museum for the birth of Greenwich Mean Time. Suddenly, Melissa’s eyes turned black, the blood started to drip out of her eyelids.
“THREE STAGES OF HELL, KROSS! THREE STAGES! HA! I AM GOING TO ENJOY TAKING YOU TO HELL YOU LITTLE RENT BOY. WHAT I HAVE DONE THROUGH MILLENIA TO LITTLE PEASANTS LIKE YOU WILL BE NOTHING IN COMPARISON. I KNOW YOU, KROSS. I KNOW ALL YOUR INNER MOST THOUGHTS. ALL YOUR INSECURITIES LAID BARE TO ME. EACH STAGE I SHALL ENCOMPASS YOU WITH THOSE FEARS, MAKE YOU LIVE THROUGH SPACE AND TIME ON A NEVER ENDING LOOP OF YOUR PHOBIAS. YOU WILL NEVER BE FREE OF ME AND WHEN THE BLOOD ESCAPES YOUR PATHETIC BODY, YOUR ANGUISHED SCREAMS REVERBERATE AROUND THAT SKELETON YOU WILL RUE THE DAY YOU TRIFLED WITH MY MELISSA. MY VESSEL IS NOT YOURS TO ABUSE. YOU WILL FIND THAT OUT ON THE DELICIOUS DATE OF HER BIRTH"
She breaks free of the sundial and wildly slashes at the tourists with her talons as security run out, she races away screaming like a banshee.
“Time changes everything. It winds on, moving at breakneck pace, what you were yesterday you are not today and tomorrow could be a different story completely. How do you combat something that permeates every aspect of life itself? You don't you embrace it. Though, some people treat it as if it belongs to them and some keep an eye on it, realising time can lift you up and spit you out. I am the latter while the incredulous morons like Kendrick Kross believe everything in the world is meant for him including time. “
She snuggles against the big bronze sundial and leans on it as she uses her left hand to command us closer.
“See, no matter what you think or feel, Kross, you cannot control time but I am privy to it's needs and she has told me that your time is up. I let you talk and spurt forth the glorious nonsense that you put out into the ether but we both know I am The California Pride champion for a reason. I am not like you. I am proud of who I am, I am proud of what I represent and I am proud to be yours and everyone's champion.”
She looks upwards, the sun and the moon shining on her in unison
“The sky is tumbling down around you, Kendrick. You see you are what we call around the parts a ‘chancer’ or as the americans call a ‘grifter.’ Let's look at what you and who you are. You're like the cliff notes version of how to be a twitter personality.
Step one: Show everyone your tattooed body, send out lots of topless pictures to cover your mediocrity.
Step Two: Be friends with people because of their infamy, act like a classless prick because said friends act that way and therefore you will not be found out as the loser you know you are. Being pitiful in a group means you never have to defend yourself. Leave that to your bestie/girlfriend.
Step Three: Start to make people believe that you are as good as you are arrogant until you are found out by someone with a strong intellect like me.
Step Four: Hide your failure in MMA but still mention it so people also just see those three capitalized letters and guess that you are tough to beat but when you do the research you realise you are just a failure in MMA and a failure as a wrestler, Kross.
Step Five: You skate through and become a champion in wrestling. Not even you know how you accomplished this. Your plans of beating them down with jibes finally gets into their heads and their own insecurities you bred into them defeated them.
Step Six: You brag about how long you are champion and holder of the midcard title until you are found out once again as the con man you are and you lose the one thing you lucked out in getting in the first place.
Step Seven: Do not mention that you were beaten by the far better man. You move on and claim the most prestigious title is now going to be yours and you will defeat the face of the place with ease and thus repeating step five.”
A smirk forms on her lips as she watches the shadow form on the sundial.
“Your chancery is not even just in regards to your failure in MMA and wrestling but also you are not even from England. It is all part of the role you play. I would love it, Kendrick, if you would bestow on us all the wonderful nooks and crannies of Chelsea. Do you even know what London Borough it is in? See with everything in your life you fake it. Lost interest in MMA. I was an MMA champion. Stopped bare knuckle fighting. It got me through university.
Going to beat me for my title? I am the best here. I am the best in every damn place I wrestle. I hold titles everywhere and you just bring your federations down. Luckily I am here to keep you from that.”
Her eyes turn black but quickly she quietens down Daniela but she knows it is only a matter of time.
“You're a parasite, Kendrick. A tick. You suck the life out of everything that comes in contact with you. Why do you think Britney upped and left you hanging? Yet here you are a like a lovelorn puppy running to her now she had her personal space. Another lapse in judgement but like a sociopath who needs her to be his cover story you believe you will so easily do what no one else has in this place. Simply because you have your host body there for you. Bravo. Three stages of hell. Two for you as there is no way you can beat me but remember I been to hell and back on multiple occasions while you been getting tattoos of Meghan fucking princess of Sussex!”
The tourists were milling about the museum for the birth of Greenwich Mean Time. Suddenly, Melissa’s eyes turned black, the blood started to drip out of her eyelids.
“THREE STAGES OF HELL, KROSS! THREE STAGES! HA! I AM GOING TO ENJOY TAKING YOU TO HELL YOU LITTLE RENT BOY. WHAT I HAVE DONE THROUGH MILLENIA TO LITTLE PEASANTS LIKE YOU WILL BE NOTHING IN COMPARISON. I KNOW YOU, KROSS. I KNOW ALL YOUR INNER MOST THOUGHTS. ALL YOUR INSECURITIES LAID BARE TO ME. EACH STAGE I SHALL ENCOMPASS YOU WITH THOSE FEARS, MAKE YOU LIVE THROUGH SPACE AND TIME ON A NEVER ENDING LOOP OF YOUR PHOBIAS. YOU WILL NEVER BE FREE OF ME AND WHEN THE BLOOD ESCAPES YOUR PATHETIC BODY, YOUR ANGUISHED SCREAMS REVERBERATE AROUND THAT SKELETON YOU WILL RUE THE DAY YOU TRIFLED WITH MY MELISSA. MY VESSEL IS NOT YOURS TO ABUSE. YOU WILL FIND THAT OUT ON THE DELICIOUS DATE OF HER BIRTH"
She breaks free of the sundial and wildly slashes at the tourists with her talons as security run out, she races away screaming like a banshee.
