Post by Lord Blake on Aug 24, 2016 0:16:16 GMT
“This… this is the least of what I've endured. This is the least of my pain, of my fear. This should be enough to make Lord Blake quit because this is not what I... what we signed up for. We didn't sign up for Rave getting kidnapped, we didn't sign up for Mondae pulling her in the way of my attack, we didn't sign up for lighttube showers.
“But after all the anxiety, the dismay, the fear, I am still here. I tried playing your way, making it easy for you to find me. I spend two weeks calling you out and I’m the coward? I have gotten to know this city well as I've gone from sleazy dive bar to needle-ridden alley looking inside every trashcan, calling your name in the streets but you're not making yourself so easy to find.”
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EQUINOX FITNESS CLUB: PINE STREET
“Archer is the last name for sure. Uh, I think his first name is Stewart or something? I know, some friend I am. Anyway, he’ll know to meet me here.”Lord walks away from the gym’s front desk having just signed up Archer as his guest for the day. He walks through the gym, virtually empty at this hour of the morning, and speaks out to Archer.
“Come out, Archer. You can feel what it’s like to be young and beautiful for once in your hideous life.”
Lord Blake stands in front of a black backdrop, his exposed chiseled back is to the camera showing the scars of Vendetta. He flexes every muscle and blood from the stab wound streams down.
“Poor little emo boy doesn't like that the young and beautiful are still more popular than him after high school? You preach not to be like Lord Blake when everyone wishes they could be like Lord Blake. So you sit in a corner crying while listening to Perfect Circle and dream up perverted ways to get back at them now that you’ve hit your way-too-late growth spurt. Lead pipes, handcuffs, lighttubes, hammer and nails: those are the security blankets you cuddle up with to make you feel like you have a shot against me.”
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LOWE’S HOME IMPROVEMENT: BAYSHORE BOULEVARD
“Oh yeah, no, I totally understand that I’m loitering but, you see, I’m waiting for my friend to show up. He should definitely be here today. He has a lot of things to get for this week.”Lord Blake is lounging in a deck chair on a sunny afternoon, his feet resting in the water of a kiddie pool, a can of America beer in his hand. He’s pleading his case to a security guard who is trying to kick him out of the carpenters loading dock.
“You’re right, this is stupid. What am I doing here? There’s no way Archer is San Francisco-rich. I mean, you need to be worth six digits to live in a box under the San Mateo Bridge. He probably commutes in from West Oakland and I’m not about to wait for him there. Disgusting.”
Lord Blake stands in front of a black backdrop, his exposed chiseled back is to the camera showing the scars of Vendetta. He holds something in his hand.
“I’m not some shitty house-husband you can jerk around. I’ve taken everything you could possibly do to me, Archer. There are no more surprises left. Bring it all to Deception. Bring every one of those followers that you convinced to share the mask. Hide behind, deceive me with it. If that mask makes you believe you have the upper hand then fucking take it.”
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COSTUMES ON HAIGHT
Lord Blake stands in front of wall-to-wall masks of every variety. A nearby clerk is hammering away on a computer keyboard doing a search for Lord.“It’s just the dumbest mask you’ll ever see. He looks like a Ninja Turtle villain in it. He would have bought it around a month ago. Before that he was just using a dollar store skimask, I guess while he saved up enough to buy one of yours.”
The clerk turns the screen toward Lord with a photo displayed in the center.
“Yes, that's the one! What can you tell me about the dolt who bought it? Real ugly motherfucker, right? Do you have a credit card number? An email address? Oh, paid cash and left, huh.”
Lord Blake stands in front of a black backdrop, his exposed chiseled back is to the camera showing the scars of Vendetta. Archer’s black skimask is in his left hand and he raises it high.
“It’s been near a month since you dropped this on me and these scars are the least I've had to endure in order to I get my hands on you. I was literally stabbed in the back and it’s not as awful as seeing Raven’s blood leave her body, seeing her in a hospital bed. All things you're proud of, which is why I'll be proud of my revenge this Thursday. Whether I knock you out of the rankings and out of my main event, or I have to defend my championship against you ever week of my reign, I will be proud of what I do to you in order to win it. Because I absolutely believe I deserve to win it, but not as much as you deserve to lose and to fade back into your obscure life.
“When Delise didn't give Rave’s spot to me two weeks ago, I knew we were truly alone. This is chips-down time, Archer, and that's a situation I know how to succeed in. This is more important than control of the company. It is more important than the Supreme Championship.”
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RSW VENDETTA IV, THE ARENA
Archer kicked the broken shards of glass around the ring. He was perfectly fine with letting Mondae and Lord destroy one another. In two weeks time, he would be ready to pick up the pieces of whatever was left over.Lord Blake stands in front of a blackdrop, his exposed back revealing the scars of Vendetta. He turns around shaking with intensity, weeks of pent up anger and frustration clear on his face.
"This is what's left, Archer!"
