Post by maki on Nov 6, 2018 22:53:31 GMT -8
The camera that we are viewing through goes from static to open in an expansive warehouse by the port authority of California, there are empty crates, cranes rusted and dilapidated. As we pan we see the windows cracked, cobwebs from the rafters to the gutter in the middle of the floor. This must have been an old warehouse to transport goods on to the boats or even in its heyday it was used as a service area but why was this in view? Why were we seeing this warehouse, disused and vulnerable, in a state of neglect?
One person had the answer but, where were they? A click clack of footsteps as we saw brown faux leather boots, as we panned up the knee length black denim skirt, as we pan up higher we see a brown faux leather jacket open to reveal a t-shirt of Eddy Poe, we pan higher and see the face of Melissa Aki, with neon pink lipstick and eyeshadow that matched, her hair was in bunches as she chewed on some gum.
She spins around with her arms aloft in a Jesus pose. She stopped dead, looking at us out of the corner of her eye. She ran to the camera, stuck her tongue out, moving her head from the left to the right.
“See this Warehouse, you may think to yourself if you are stupid like Kross, ‘what is the point of this hangar?’ Well let me ask you what you think the meaning of this place is? Nah, we all know you couldn’t answer this even when it’s so blatantly obvious. Fine. I will tell you, you fucking dickhead. This warehouse is like your title reign. Decrepit, meaningless, lost in the void of time.
When I was the California Pride champion I made that title mean the whole goddamn world. It was all over social media as the title to hold, the federation was looked upon as not just a grass roots organisation but one which could grow nationally and internationally because of ME! Yet now we sit here on the precipice of Failure! All because Kross cheated, lied and stole his way into winning and holding MY championship because his boss wanted her plaything to have something to leer over so she wouldn't have his festering hands all over her.”
She spins and spins around and then stops dead. That haunting look came across her face again. The smile turned into a scowl. For a moment we saw the black eyes and the dark veins sprout on her face but within seconds it had disappeared.
“Kross, you are so quick to state that I was the champion because of you but in the end its as baseless as your spine and your fractured ego. I know I am far superior to you but for mitigating circumstances I would be the Pride champion right now and I get it. I do. If I was you I would be scared of me too. Oh no. Not scared to face me as we have had this dance many times over. Scared of how you will handle defeat. You feel as if you can easily beat anyone in your path but its the kind of flawed logic that eats at you when you fail. Can you rebound from such a loss? I have my doubts.
I have known your ilk since I started training. The macho false bravado. The grandstanding to feed that troll of self doubt you have to keep at bay. You see, Kendrickster, if you were creative, if your words were anything but a hollow tree about to die, I would listen and evaluate and then make my decision based on the knowledge being thrust in me but sadly this is not the case. I couldn't care less if you respect me or not, if you see me as a viable threat or not. Unlike you, I do not need to scream from the loudest rooftop about how damn good i am in that ring. My actions speak way louder than that.”
A pause. Did she believe the words she was speaking? Of course she did.
“I feel your jealousy run from every pore of your essence. You are not the locker room leader. I am. You are not seen as the one to help evolve this place, to help it grow. You are seen as a placeholder, just having it until I get it back and bring the California Pride Championship back to where it was and where it will be in the future. Without me having it or fighting for it the title will become as meaningless as most of your tattoos. You better remember that you will not put me down because I am going to fight with my last breath to have my baby back with me. If there is one piece of advice I will give you it is that you will have to summon that aggression, that deep guttural debased emotion inside of you, reach that darkness that is in us all and use it. Take that darkness and kill me because that is the only way you stand a chance against me because I will do WHATEVER it takes to reclaim what is mine!”
A smirk forms on her lips as her cell phone lights up with a message. It reads ‘We are here.’
“So when you think about things what better way to really prove if you are better than me, Kross, than to have my own backup to make sure you don't do anything to keep that title from me. We can finally state without any shadow of doubt or uncertainty who really is the flag bearer, the standout, the leader of the Infection, oh and here he is.”
Eddy snickered in in a sinister fashion at the camera, before smiling straight at it.
“You claim not to be afraid of us Kross? You claim to be many steps ahead? You think this is a chess game where you can guess my next few moves and put me in check? Kendrick… you’re playing all the wrong games. Listen to me Kendrick, this isn’t War Games, this isn’t Rambo, this isn’t a war! This is Friday The 13th… this is a slaughter. What you need to understand is that I’ve been watching you. I’ve been watching Brit. I’ve seen you guys trick and cheat steal opportunities from my little sister. Do you know who you’re dealing with? Do you know WHO I AM?”
Eddy got loud towards the end, and then suddenly quiet. He pulls a switchblade from his pocket, and lifts it to his lips. He licks the sharp end, and something dark drips from the blade.
“I’m Eddy Poe… and you don’t FUCK with my family. A monster came for my wife, and I set him on fire! One of my close friends came for my daughter, and I soaked the ring in his blood with a meat hook. You came for my sister…”
Eddy then spit the blood from his tongue on the camera, partially covering it in his blood.
“You have no idea what i’m gonna do to you. What WE, are gonna do to you. See you at horror in the hills.”
The 2 began to laugh horribly as the camera faded to black.
One person had the answer but, where were they? A click clack of footsteps as we saw brown faux leather boots, as we panned up the knee length black denim skirt, as we pan up higher we see a brown faux leather jacket open to reveal a t-shirt of Eddy Poe, we pan higher and see the face of Melissa Aki, with neon pink lipstick and eyeshadow that matched, her hair was in bunches as she chewed on some gum.
She spins around with her arms aloft in a Jesus pose. She stopped dead, looking at us out of the corner of her eye. She ran to the camera, stuck her tongue out, moving her head from the left to the right.
“See this Warehouse, you may think to yourself if you are stupid like Kross, ‘what is the point of this hangar?’ Well let me ask you what you think the meaning of this place is? Nah, we all know you couldn’t answer this even when it’s so blatantly obvious. Fine. I will tell you, you fucking dickhead. This warehouse is like your title reign. Decrepit, meaningless, lost in the void of time.
When I was the California Pride champion I made that title mean the whole goddamn world. It was all over social media as the title to hold, the federation was looked upon as not just a grass roots organisation but one which could grow nationally and internationally because of ME! Yet now we sit here on the precipice of Failure! All because Kross cheated, lied and stole his way into winning and holding MY championship because his boss wanted her plaything to have something to leer over so she wouldn't have his festering hands all over her.”
She spins and spins around and then stops dead. That haunting look came across her face again. The smile turned into a scowl. For a moment we saw the black eyes and the dark veins sprout on her face but within seconds it had disappeared.
“Kross, you are so quick to state that I was the champion because of you but in the end its as baseless as your spine and your fractured ego. I know I am far superior to you but for mitigating circumstances I would be the Pride champion right now and I get it. I do. If I was you I would be scared of me too. Oh no. Not scared to face me as we have had this dance many times over. Scared of how you will handle defeat. You feel as if you can easily beat anyone in your path but its the kind of flawed logic that eats at you when you fail. Can you rebound from such a loss? I have my doubts.
I have known your ilk since I started training. The macho false bravado. The grandstanding to feed that troll of self doubt you have to keep at bay. You see, Kendrickster, if you were creative, if your words were anything but a hollow tree about to die, I would listen and evaluate and then make my decision based on the knowledge being thrust in me but sadly this is not the case. I couldn't care less if you respect me or not, if you see me as a viable threat or not. Unlike you, I do not need to scream from the loudest rooftop about how damn good i am in that ring. My actions speak way louder than that.”
A pause. Did she believe the words she was speaking? Of course she did.
“I feel your jealousy run from every pore of your essence. You are not the locker room leader. I am. You are not seen as the one to help evolve this place, to help it grow. You are seen as a placeholder, just having it until I get it back and bring the California Pride Championship back to where it was and where it will be in the future. Without me having it or fighting for it the title will become as meaningless as most of your tattoos. You better remember that you will not put me down because I am going to fight with my last breath to have my baby back with me. If there is one piece of advice I will give you it is that you will have to summon that aggression, that deep guttural debased emotion inside of you, reach that darkness that is in us all and use it. Take that darkness and kill me because that is the only way you stand a chance against me because I will do WHATEVER it takes to reclaim what is mine!”
A smirk forms on her lips as her cell phone lights up with a message. It reads ‘We are here.’
“So when you think about things what better way to really prove if you are better than me, Kross, than to have my own backup to make sure you don't do anything to keep that title from me. We can finally state without any shadow of doubt or uncertainty who really is the flag bearer, the standout, the leader of the Infection, oh and here he is.”
Eddy snickered in in a sinister fashion at the camera, before smiling straight at it.
“You claim not to be afraid of us Kross? You claim to be many steps ahead? You think this is a chess game where you can guess my next few moves and put me in check? Kendrick… you’re playing all the wrong games. Listen to me Kendrick, this isn’t War Games, this isn’t Rambo, this isn’t a war! This is Friday The 13th… this is a slaughter. What you need to understand is that I’ve been watching you. I’ve been watching Brit. I’ve seen you guys trick and cheat steal opportunities from my little sister. Do you know who you’re dealing with? Do you know WHO I AM?”
Eddy got loud towards the end, and then suddenly quiet. He pulls a switchblade from his pocket, and lifts it to his lips. He licks the sharp end, and something dark drips from the blade.
“I’m Eddy Poe… and you don’t FUCK with my family. A monster came for my wife, and I set him on fire! One of my close friends came for my daughter, and I soaked the ring in his blood with a meat hook. You came for my sister…”
Eddy then spit the blood from his tongue on the camera, partially covering it in his blood.
“You have no idea what i’m gonna do to you. What WE, are gonna do to you. See you at horror in the hills.”
The 2 began to laugh horribly as the camera faded to black.
