Post by Judas Hernández on Nov 20, 2016 21:13:11 GMT
“Funny how in the time one seems more desperate… one looks at the OTHER for flaws.”
Judas Hernández appears on screen sitting on a chair inside an emptied room, without paint on his face, wearing a black t-shirt and a pair of sneakers. He doesn’t look too happy as he’s seen taking deep breaths and looking sideways before speaking.
“Some people do it just for the feel of protection it gives them, after all, the best way to feel one has nothin’ to fear, is to diminish the other…. That’s… that’s the source of all prejudice in the world.”
“You see, it’s easy to go ‘roun’, tryin’ to look stron’ an’ all… an’ a whole ‘nother story is actually showin’ it up in every single aspect of your life. It’s pretty easy to impress the min’s of those that don’t know any better. Of those that only look for an excuse to forget the problems their day to day life brin’s their way. Of those who see someone like them, goin’ out an’ makin’ it.”
A light chuckle escapes Judas as he continues speaking, his eyes fixated on the camera, fire pumping out of them, as rage seems to be building up.
“Isn’t it? Trixie? Isn’t it easy to go to MY hometown an’ manipulate MY people? Isn’t it easy to treat MY people like they’re below you, just so you can prove to yourself that you’re superior?”
Judas stood up and continued speaking.
“I sat down to watch the way you promote our match. I was expectin’ a little bit of… business as usual. One person states their case as to why they’re better an’ the other will try to one up. I was expectin’ this to be between YOU… an’… ME. What did I get? You standin’ in the middle of my hometown… with a god forsaken family, tryin’ to fill their heads up.”
“You knew they’re hard workin’ men an’ women… you know they only want a little bit of commodities, so you took it upon yourself to deliver… like the ‘good Samaritan’ you are. How kin’… but I can see thru all that bullshit, sweetheart.”
He cracks his knuckles.
“You see, Tijuana isn’t always a good an’ kin’ place. When you live in the wolves den… you know how to fen’ for yourself… an’ you know who comes with good intentions an’ who doesn’t. You… you just try to give yourself the idea that we’re on equal footin’. You just try to sell yourself the notion that there’s no flaw with you’re game, just as Ash Scion believed there wasn’t a flaw in her game against Aiden Carlisle or Adam Adonis… yes, Trixie… I’ve done my homework. Somethin’ you dismissed just for tryin’ to insult me usin’ my people.”
“Let me tell you somethin’, we’re not on equal footin’… yes, I may have a code that prevents me from goin’ overboard when the rules are standardized… yes, you may have more experience in the spotlight than what I have… yes, your name might be the most well known name out of the both of us… but, don’t take that as your advantage. Don’t go aroun’ thinkin’ you are better… because you don’t know what you’re messin’ with. You don’t know the kin’ of beast you have unleashed upon yourself with your little move.”
Judas finally stands up, he looks straight into the camera and smiles.
“You want to expan’ your bran’ all over the globe… well, after your move in Mexico, I think we can agree on that. I will help you spread your bran’… I will put your left arm in South America, your right arm in Africa, your left leg on North America, your right leg in Europe, your ass in Asia an’ your fuckin’ head in Oceania…”
“Yes, Trixie… YOU MESSED WITH MY PEOPLE… it’s one thin’ to mess with me… a whole ‘nother story is when you mess with my people… or my family. At Vendetta, you’ll see why ‘am the new face of Ultraviolence… when I RIP… YOUR FUCKIN’ HEAD… OUT OF YOUR SHOULDERS… that’s not a threat… Trixie… that’s promise…”
The scene fades to black.
