Post by Lord Blake on Sept 21, 2016 2:59:56 GMT
Blood stains still show on the canvas and surrounding the ring inside the Arena. It’s visible that an attempt has been made to clean up Violent Intent’s mess but there isn’t enough bleach in the Bay Area’s nine counties to get it out completely. Lord Blake sits with his feet dangling over the edge of the stage, lazily kicking his legs over the concrete floor. He actually seems quite happy for once this week.
“I was going to wait until I ran into you here at the Arena, Chaos, but I just have to congratulate you on your decision to return to high school. I always took you as one of those people who would wait until their career fizzled out before getting your GED and going to a community college somewhere in Nebraska where no one recognizes you, so it’s nice to see you’ve decided to graduate from a nice San Francisco high school where, uh, no one recognizes you. The Bay Area has a great education system as I’m sure your boyfriend, the champion of the Bay Area, has told you all about. I don’t think splashing pig’s blood on your new classmates is a great way to make new friends, but I guess they won’t really be asking “who?” when they hear your name called anymore.”
He says this quite earnestly. As if remembering where he is, Lord looks around at the stage he’s sitting on and then down to the floor below.
“Jace, Archer: look familiar? Maybe not. You’re probably more familiar with looking at the lights in the ceiling over here. Ten feet. Jace, when I kicked your ugly mug off of here, that’s how far you fell before your head smacked against the concrete. Ten feet. Archer, when you tried to finish me off at Deception, that’s how far you fell before you kissed the bottom of my foot with that same kick. You guys even share a blood stain right... there.”
He points to a red spot six feet in front of him.
“This part of the Arena is kind of my boot’s happy place. I might just hang out here on Vendetta. Emma, Chaos: you can come over and experience what your boyfriends have been, uh, falling for lately.
“Emma, you've been gunning for me since the second you stepped into this building simply because your boyfriend doesn't like me. You think I'm someone who needs a foot up the ass more than anything but, between last show and this one, you are going to get so sick of getting a foot right to the pearly whites. Your debut, we all saw how to eliminate Emma Douglas from a match and it's something I do better than anyone in this company.”
He slaps one hand with the back of the other.
“You do not phase me. And to be honest, neither does your boyfriend. After I spent two weeks pleading to come find me before Deception, Archer you decide to stalk our house like the creep you are and you don't even have the decency to bring my - read: MY - Supreme Championship with you? Fucking rude. The belt that I pinned your shoulders win is the same one y’all attacked my girlfriend for. Tells me something about your confidence going up against me again. I know my buddy Hoff would love some payback for the sneak attack last time, but he’s assured me he'll stay away from you until after that bell.
“Because unlike Chaos, I don’t have to rely on others to do my work for me. She spent weeks pretending to be me and now her boyfriend’s encroached on my fitness turf. They've been trying too hard to be me that they didn’t think hard enough about a strategy so their solution is to recruit friends to crash the ring during the match to get my belt. But what these generic high school bullies from a 90’s after-school special don’t realize is that while Chaos scoffs and says I only beat her because of the outside interference of one person, she’s going to have to divide her attention between four other people. The math doesn’t work out for her.
“After we beat every major player in RSW during my main event and get my title back, we'll officially silence our critics."
