Post by Archer on Sept 19, 2016 23:12:04 GMT
++ "FACES, pt. I" ++
Hauntingly white faces, tons of them.
Most of them were completely white, not a single speck on them. But there were a few within the pack, with red droplets coming down from their cheeks or foreheads. They stood there, looking directly straight ahead, as the camera moved along, getting a glimpse of all of them. Finally, the camera lands on a different face than the rest, but one all too familiar.
"Ready Set Wrestle has never been a stranger to people wearing masks, or facepaint. Ones such as Zero, Enoch, or even myself when I was having my fun tormenting Lord and Raven. However, these aren't the sort of people I'm referring to. While we may have worn physical masks, I'm talking about the people here in RSW that wear masks to change their face, to hide the people they really are. I wore my mask to further torture Lovey by keeping my identity a mystery, but I never had any intentions to continue as such. From day one, the world has known why I'm here, and I've always shown my true colors. RSW knows the real me."
He pauses, chuckling, "But I can't help thinking RSW has never really known the true Mondae Chaos..."
The Architect of Ultraviolence unlatches the RSW Supreme Championship from around his waist, bringing it up to his shoulder instead. The white faces around him continue to simply stare forward.
"You grew up with people like Lord, Arianny, and Raven. You've had the same opportunities simply handed to you because of who your parents are. You've grown up with money and power at your fingertips, while using what you call beauty, to your advantage. But that's not the Mondae Chaos you try to present to us. The Mondae we see here in RSW thinks she knows pain, thinks she knows suffering, when in reality the only difference between you and Lord is that Daddy Chaos told you 'no' once and now you think you're deranged. RSW isn't some experiment to see if Daddy will notice you and apologize for being away so long when you were a young girl. RSW is the place where rich little brat Second Gens such as yourself come to die."
He takes a moment to re-adjust the shiny plate upon his shoulder, making sure the camera can see it just fine.
"At least Lord wears his true face around this place. He knows where he came from, and he's not afraid to hide it. While it may be a face that'll once again be covered in blood by the time Vendetta signs off, it's his own, nonetheless. I suppose I can respect you a tiny bit for that Lord, it definitely doesn't make you a phony like Mondae, that's for sure, but you still represent everything I hate. When I close my eyes, all I see is your face being beaten into a bloody pulp."
Another laugh, more maniacal this time as he closes his eyes again, envisioning Lord Blake, broken.
"Faces of Jace O'Brien and Raven MacDemare, mean close to nothing in the end. They represent only the weakness of those that truly matter. Raven, you made it possible for Emma and I to take what rightfully belongs to me, the RSW Supreme Championship, so I suppose I should really be thanking you. I've had my fun torturing you, but you're always going to be that object that anyone can target if they want to get to Lord Blake. Jace doesn't amount to much more. We've already had our fight Jace, and you lost. Since then you've only managed to tote that piece of scrap metal garbage around some more and hand your leash over to somebody else..."
He shakes his head, and spits on the ground, never having respect for those who took orders from other people. The same thing he had said about O'Brien weeks ago still held true, just replace Georgia with Mondae these days.
"The difference between our team and the rest? Emma and I are equals. Equally insane, equally blood-thirsty, equally ready to rid RSW of all these disgusting Second Gens. RSW, get ready to see four faces on the floor the night of Vendetta, and get used to seeing Emma and I with the Supreme Championship. You're never getting it back."
A smirk from the most evil man in RSW, followed by static.
