"Foolish" III

[Jace O'Brien]

"FOOLISH."

“How foolish I have been.

Here I thought Spencer knew better than to show the same arrogance that plagues the roster. Here I thought that Spencer would be different and respect the fact that he and I went toe to toe and I took him to his physical limit. Instead? I'm brushed aside because you managed to put me down for three seconds. I'm brushed aside because you feel that I'm inferior to you and the rest of the fuckin' jokes in this match. Fuck you, mate. You may have beaten me in previous battles, but I'm still fuckin' standin'. You didn't end me and I don't believe you ever will because behind this fuckin' facade that is ARCHER, you are no better than anyone else on the roster. Call me a fuckin' lapdog until your final breath escapes your lungs, because if I have my way - that is exactly what will happen at Vendetta.

And your girl? She's not much better than you are. Jump on the "lapdog" train, Emma. Show that you don't have a fuckin' mind of your own. You're stepping into a fuckin' war that you have no idea about. You don't know how this came to be, what roles anyone has played. You just follow the fuckin' word of your running mate. It's cute how you talk a tough game but the only thing you've done here is lose. Can't win a fuckin' match against a second gen that you guys are on about. What do you think you're gonna' fucking accomplish at Vendetta, love? You and Archer are going to take myself and Mondae out of the picture? Good fuckin' luck, slag. You're going to need all of the luck you can get to save you from me breaking your fuckin' jaw.”

Pause.

“Raven - you're an innocent bystander in all of this, aye love? You have been hunted by Archer because of your genes, dragged into the middle of this Supreme Championship garbage by your own boyfriend. No matter how many times he promises it isn't you're fault, it is. You lost his title, and you may very well be the reason for him losing this match. I'm not going to have pity or sympathy on you because of your predicament, Raven. I don't care if you're green to the business or have been training day in and day out; in case you don't realize this, you're stepping into the ring with two people, in Mondae and I, that have no concern about your well-being. If you're foolish enough to step in our way, then you'll be dismembered. Got that, love? I recommend you stay in your fuckin' corner and apply more makeup.

And while you do that, I'm sure Lord Blake will happily step in front of all of the bullets fired your way to protect you. Foolishly sacrificing his career and maybe even himself for some tart. Mondae and I? We don't have such delusions. She can take it just as much, if not better than you can, Lord. And if you were lucky enough to get past her? Turn around and you'll catch a fuckin' elbow to your jaw, pretty boy. You're the biggest target in this fuckin' match, mate. The Supreme champion. Archer is gunning for you. Mondae is certainly gunning for you. And me? I'm gunning for you to make a fuckin' statement. That statement being Jace O'Brien is just as real and just as deadly as anyone else.”

Again.

“You four don't seem to quite grasp the gravity of the situation you're facing at Vendetta. You all have your agendas but one shared link that you all have is that you discredit me. You all brush me off as a lapdog or as someone who's irrelevant in the bigger picture. I have news for you - you're fuckin' DEAD wrong. I'm the fuckin' Bay Area champion. I was the first crowned champion in this generation of the RSW. I'm the first champion to actually successfully defend his championship too. Discredit me all you want, but I am the strongest man in this fuckin' match. And Mondae and I are technically superior to everyone else taking part.

This is OUR fuckin' match and we're gonna' establish our dominance in order to prove to all of you daft arseholes that the company is ran by and fuckin' belongs to the Mafia. And do you know what happens when someone crosses the family?”

Grin.

“They fuckin' die.

See you all soon.”