Post by MasterEvil on Aug 29, 2014 21:06:41 GMT
August 8th 2014
Standing in a room with no walls, windows or even a clear door is the Italian-Englishwoman known as Raven Aquilani and next to her is…Raven Aquilani. Both side of Raven are Ravens. In front, behind, to the left and to the right. Are we in a house of mirrors? Maybe so but which one is the enchanting twenty year old?
“Some people say that it is by looking at your own reflection that you get to learn more about yourself. However all I see is simply myself. The same black hair, the same pale skin and the same woman that’ll instill justice, as well as what is right, into professional wrestling. But, just like charities, instillation does take time and on this upcoming Monday me and Travis shall team up to take on a pair who basically pluralised the film title ‘American Psycho’ and decided to use that as their team name. I’m honestly not sure why people would pay money to see a film about somebody with either a psychiatric or a personality disorder…but then again the people of Washington will be paying to entire the arena and see the so-called ‘American Psychos’ go toe-to-toe against the team of me and the previously undefeated Travis Black, also known as…Law and Disorder.
Law and Disorder…a juxtaposition of a name, one that I am not fully a fan of. However Travis wanted to use it…so I guess I could at least try to get use to it. Another thing I will have to get use to is working as a team. Yes, you heard me right Jax and Jai, this will be my first time when it goes to tag teaming and, if I am correct, it will also be the first time that Travis will be in tag team action as well. So perhaps you have an advantage of that you’re more experienced when it goes to teamwork…and perhaps me and Travis don’t have as much of a deep chemistry as the both of you two do…but do you know what happens after a big defeat?”
As they spoke all the reflections turned to their left and began to stroll, giving off an illusion that they are all walking onto each other’s surface.
“No? Well of course neither of you do, the both of you managed to win a four way tag team match two weeks ago. What an impressive feat I will admit…it is almost like the other three teams didn’t even try to fight you. Could it be because they were secretly paid by that psychiatrist to lose, hm? If so then I’m afraid I’ve got some bad news. As an Alley of Justice I cannot be bribed, at all. But back to what I was saying…do you know what happens after a big defeat. Never before, in my life, have I ever been as physically manhandled as I was two weeks ago. One-three the score is now, meaning that I probably have the worst win-loss record on the active roster at the moment. Do I feel discouraged by being dominated? Do I feel ashamed of my lacklustre experience in the ring? Do I feel embarrassed by my failures? Do I feel like I want to dissolve into a dew?
The answer of these doubtful questions is just one word…no. I don’t feel discouraged, I feel encouraged. I don’t feel ashamed, I feel motivated. I don’t feel embarrassed by my failures, I feel determined to turn them into success. And I do not want to dissolve into a dew, I want to soar like a phoenix and I will be doing that this Monday, when me and Travis beat the both of you in the middle of the ring. For some a big defeat can be quite depressing and yet, if anything, the thoughts of how helpless I practically was two weeks ago actually angers me. Never before have I been dominated so brutally and now that I have, I’ve finally realised that I might have been too soft with some people. Maybe I should start being a bit more aggressive with my opponents, using my anger in an orderly manner, since a tiny bit of police brutality now and then could a constructive way to let my frustrations out.”
Spurred on by the curiosity of where the Raven, the real Raven, is among these reflections, the camera began to follow the direction that the reflections, at least the reflections on the right hand side, are going. A few steps, a turn to the left and now the recording device finds itself in a corridor of mirrors. This corridor of mirrors seems to be never ending as the amount of steps taken has long been forgotten. However, as the words came to a halt, the lens quickly spotted that every reflection has stopped moving and is now looking straight forward as their left hand is raised up, with the index finger resting on their chins, as if wondering something.
“Hmmm…maybe that is what your psychiatrist suggests to the both of you. First he’ll be all trying to understand your problems and tries to calm you both down a bit…but then he’ll tell you to blow the rest of your anger against those who happen to be your opponents, as if using the world of professional wrestling as a stress ball. How simple…how thought out…how very, very, stupid. But then again, that psychiatrist much be pretty thick to willingly try to help two people that would happily, excitably and delightfully class themselves as psychos. But now here are three questions for either one of you to answer, why do you two look so angry all the times? Why do you two look like you’re enjoying yourselves when you practically rip people apart? And why are you two in psychiatric care exactly? I am just really curious about you two. Maybe it is from certain films but I swear that people in psychiatric wards are usually trapped in glorified prison cells of their own instead of allowed to wrestle.
Could it be that something in the past, your childhoods to be exact, could have stripped your innocence away and left a permanent scar in your minds? Perverted parents, perhaps? Molesting neighbour, maybe? A murder right in front of your eyes, possibly? Or may it be rape, perchance? Could it be that you are both angry at the world because no Superman came along to save you? Could it be that no Batman arrived in the night to stop them from what they did? Or could it be that whoever you both sought help from either turned their back on you or laughed in your faces? I almost feel sorry for the both of you…almost being the keyword. If you were really psychos then dear Frank Washington shouldn’t be stupid enough to even consider giving either one of you a job, let alone signing you both to well-paying contracts. If anything, this state of psychosis could be nothing more than two lonely boys demanding attention.”
While at first the echoic voice sounded completely serious, once her words were spoken, all the copies laughed in unison. However, mere moments later, all the expressions snapped into curiosity, as if suddenly asked a question they did not expect.
“Oh, am I wrong Jai? The fact that you dress like a fusion of a rejected pimp, a gangster going through retardation and a terrorist, in a country that is more paranoid about terrorism than the debt that they’re in, basically scream attention whore to me. Do you seek to terrorise the competition or something? Or are you secretly hiding a bomb underneath your raincoat, ready for when you fall catastrophically on your face and lose a match? Well I guess the second comment sounds like a bit of exaggeration but I guess the only way we’ll find the answer is when the Walls of Justice crash down upon you…or whenever you enter an airport. But do you terrorise me at all? While I could probably take ten minutes on detailing my answer, I’ll dumb it down so simply one word, just so you can perfectly understand it…
No. I don’t feel terrorised, petrified or terrified by you, Jax and what you’ve done on the last episode of Adrenaline. Sure you won a four way tag match, and sure you took down the current Tag Team Champions without too much effort, but what you’ve got to realise is that I am none of them and none of them are me. Sure I am more than likely the smallest person you’ve both have yet to face since joining Four Corner Wrestling but underestimation is a poison deadlier than arsenic. At Ante Up Brandy underestimated me and not only did I make her tap out but I also humbled her to a point where she followed her secret-BFF Kandi Washington out of here. So if you underestimate me and give me a chance, Jai, then not only will I beat you black, blue and every colour in between but I’ll also send you to your psychiatrist in a wheelchair.”
With only the most momentary of pauses, which came straight after the word ‘wheelchair,’ the fake Ravens tilted their heads from the left to the right. Deciding to continue its search for the real one the camera started to walk down this corridor again as words emit themselves down passageway.
“What is that, Jax Waverly? You actually want to stop me from doing such a thing? How cute…how amusing…how boringly predictable. Then again the clothes you choose to wear makes you look like a crossbreed of a nit-witted jarhead and a rejected player character idea from a Tony Hawks skating game. Normally the police would think it is the rather boring looking one that is the logically sane one…however, in this case, you are the exception to that statement born from lazy analysis. You look basic, you look plain, you look like a typical non-playable, background, character in those games yet appearances can be quite deceiving as, underneath that paint-drying boringness, is supposedly the same kind of lunacy that the wannabe terrorist possess. Hm, to be fair you do kind of have an appearance similar to one of those stalkers who thinks of nothing more than the target of his deepest desire…
What do you desire exactly, Jax? What do both you and your partner desire? Someone to understand you? A way to remove all your anger? Or simply a girl to get into five times a day and take her to heaven and back each time? Nah…from the beating you gave Brian Hollywood and Jace Savage, it is pretty obvious that you want to become Tag Team Champion, most likely your fellow patient Jai Knightly. However you will never win those Titles. Why is that? Because, just like this Monday, I’ll stop you from achieving victory. You can even get Selena Gomez from that Disney show that shares your and have her perform a spell on me. Yet that is not going to stop me or Travis from beating you down for the count of three. Do I sound confident? Of course I sound confident! Part of a battle is a game of mental chess and it is very easy to win a game of logic against somebody who is supposedly mentally unstable.”
The amount of steps taken are long gone as the words come loud, clear and confident. Finally the straight-line seem to have come to an end as the recording device found a turn to the left available. The found the turn was taken the recording device stood dead still as right in front of it, with her right side facing the camera, is Raven Aquilani. No this wasn’t another reflective image but the real Englishwoman as her body is only bent over with the insides of her forearms pressed against one of the mirrors.
“Supposedly is the keyword of my statement since I don’t believe that either of you are truly unstable in the head. Partly maybe, but not fully…I have seen a few lunatics in the past. Some simply don’t make sense and some are very good at wearing masks. However neither one of you are like any of them. If anything you two are almost like a pair of enigmas. Almost like the exact opposite of Sam Worthington’s character in Terminator Salvation…you both claim to be something that you both are clearly not.”
Almost as if she doesn’t know the camera is even there Raven continued to speak with her eyes glaring directly at her reflection, ignoring the fact that she is fogging up part of the mirror due to how close her mouth is to it. However, mere moments after finishing her words, Miss Aquilani slowly her eyes towards the camera lens.
“So what are you two?”
Now the Italian-English girl’s entire body, covered in her ring gear and black unzipped jacket, is facing the recording device as she finished asking her question. However, instead of immediately answering her question, Raven turned slightly to have the index finger of her right hand trail against the mirror to her left.
“When I look at the mirror all I see is myself…the black haired, pale skinned, Harbinger of Justice who’ll take no names or prisoners. Yet what would you two see is you ever look in a mirror? Inner rage? Pure hatred? Tortured souls? I doubt it. All you two will see are spoilt little boys who want so much attention, that they are supposedly grown-ups, that they’ll happily pretend to have lost their minds to get it. You call yourselves American Psychos yet what I see instead are two frauds…”
The word ‘frauds’ trailed out from the pale woman’s lips in quite a quiet manner, as if pondering something else, and even glancing away, for just a moment, before looking back towards the recording device.
“Do either of you think I am wrong? You’ve attacked people, you’ve beaten up people and you’ve beaten three other teams in what was probably your Adrenaline debut…but I haven’t seen either of you prove my opinion wrong. Do you want to convict me of slander this Monday? Feel free to try…but may I warn you that not only will the both of you fail, but you’ll both be guilty of unjust prosecution. And if I get either of you for that…”
While slowly saying her last few words the raven-haired female strolled pass the camera, putting herself in the long corridor in the process. The camera quickly turned around only to find that the twenty year old is completely missing. The only thing seen of her are the reflections on the mirrors…yet this time they all have a black remote of some kind with a switch on it.
“Then it’ll be the Death Sentence for you both.”
The very moment ‘both’ was sounded all the reflections flipped the switch of the remote in their hands. Instantly all the lights in this house snap off, leaving the last thing seen in this recording - before the footage cuts to an end - is pure blackness.
“Some people say that it is by looking at your own reflection that you get to learn more about yourself. However all I see is simply myself. The same black hair, the same pale skin and the same woman that’ll instill justice, as well as what is right, into professional wrestling. But, just like charities, instillation does take time and on this upcoming Monday me and Travis shall team up to take on a pair who basically pluralised the film title ‘American Psycho’ and decided to use that as their team name. I’m honestly not sure why people would pay money to see a film about somebody with either a psychiatric or a personality disorder…but then again the people of Washington will be paying to entire the arena and see the so-called ‘American Psychos’ go toe-to-toe against the team of me and the previously undefeated Travis Black, also known as…Law and Disorder.
Law and Disorder…a juxtaposition of a name, one that I am not fully a fan of. However Travis wanted to use it…so I guess I could at least try to get use to it. Another thing I will have to get use to is working as a team. Yes, you heard me right Jax and Jai, this will be my first time when it goes to tag teaming and, if I am correct, it will also be the first time that Travis will be in tag team action as well. So perhaps you have an advantage of that you’re more experienced when it goes to teamwork…and perhaps me and Travis don’t have as much of a deep chemistry as the both of you two do…but do you know what happens after a big defeat?”
As they spoke all the reflections turned to their left and began to stroll, giving off an illusion that they are all walking onto each other’s surface.
“No? Well of course neither of you do, the both of you managed to win a four way tag team match two weeks ago. What an impressive feat I will admit…it is almost like the other three teams didn’t even try to fight you. Could it be because they were secretly paid by that psychiatrist to lose, hm? If so then I’m afraid I’ve got some bad news. As an Alley of Justice I cannot be bribed, at all. But back to what I was saying…do you know what happens after a big defeat. Never before, in my life, have I ever been as physically manhandled as I was two weeks ago. One-three the score is now, meaning that I probably have the worst win-loss record on the active roster at the moment. Do I feel discouraged by being dominated? Do I feel ashamed of my lacklustre experience in the ring? Do I feel embarrassed by my failures? Do I feel like I want to dissolve into a dew?
The answer of these doubtful questions is just one word…no. I don’t feel discouraged, I feel encouraged. I don’t feel ashamed, I feel motivated. I don’t feel embarrassed by my failures, I feel determined to turn them into success. And I do not want to dissolve into a dew, I want to soar like a phoenix and I will be doing that this Monday, when me and Travis beat the both of you in the middle of the ring. For some a big defeat can be quite depressing and yet, if anything, the thoughts of how helpless I practically was two weeks ago actually angers me. Never before have I been dominated so brutally and now that I have, I’ve finally realised that I might have been too soft with some people. Maybe I should start being a bit more aggressive with my opponents, using my anger in an orderly manner, since a tiny bit of police brutality now and then could a constructive way to let my frustrations out.”
Spurred on by the curiosity of where the Raven, the real Raven, is among these reflections, the camera began to follow the direction that the reflections, at least the reflections on the right hand side, are going. A few steps, a turn to the left and now the recording device finds itself in a corridor of mirrors. This corridor of mirrors seems to be never ending as the amount of steps taken has long been forgotten. However, as the words came to a halt, the lens quickly spotted that every reflection has stopped moving and is now looking straight forward as their left hand is raised up, with the index finger resting on their chins, as if wondering something.
“Hmmm…maybe that is what your psychiatrist suggests to the both of you. First he’ll be all trying to understand your problems and tries to calm you both down a bit…but then he’ll tell you to blow the rest of your anger against those who happen to be your opponents, as if using the world of professional wrestling as a stress ball. How simple…how thought out…how very, very, stupid. But then again, that psychiatrist much be pretty thick to willingly try to help two people that would happily, excitably and delightfully class themselves as psychos. But now here are three questions for either one of you to answer, why do you two look so angry all the times? Why do you two look like you’re enjoying yourselves when you practically rip people apart? And why are you two in psychiatric care exactly? I am just really curious about you two. Maybe it is from certain films but I swear that people in psychiatric wards are usually trapped in glorified prison cells of their own instead of allowed to wrestle.
Could it be that something in the past, your childhoods to be exact, could have stripped your innocence away and left a permanent scar in your minds? Perverted parents, perhaps? Molesting neighbour, maybe? A murder right in front of your eyes, possibly? Or may it be rape, perchance? Could it be that you are both angry at the world because no Superman came along to save you? Could it be that no Batman arrived in the night to stop them from what they did? Or could it be that whoever you both sought help from either turned their back on you or laughed in your faces? I almost feel sorry for the both of you…almost being the keyword. If you were really psychos then dear Frank Washington shouldn’t be stupid enough to even consider giving either one of you a job, let alone signing you both to well-paying contracts. If anything, this state of psychosis could be nothing more than two lonely boys demanding attention.”
While at first the echoic voice sounded completely serious, once her words were spoken, all the copies laughed in unison. However, mere moments later, all the expressions snapped into curiosity, as if suddenly asked a question they did not expect.
“Oh, am I wrong Jai? The fact that you dress like a fusion of a rejected pimp, a gangster going through retardation and a terrorist, in a country that is more paranoid about terrorism than the debt that they’re in, basically scream attention whore to me. Do you seek to terrorise the competition or something? Or are you secretly hiding a bomb underneath your raincoat, ready for when you fall catastrophically on your face and lose a match? Well I guess the second comment sounds like a bit of exaggeration but I guess the only way we’ll find the answer is when the Walls of Justice crash down upon you…or whenever you enter an airport. But do you terrorise me at all? While I could probably take ten minutes on detailing my answer, I’ll dumb it down so simply one word, just so you can perfectly understand it…
No. I don’t feel terrorised, petrified or terrified by you, Jax and what you’ve done on the last episode of Adrenaline. Sure you won a four way tag match, and sure you took down the current Tag Team Champions without too much effort, but what you’ve got to realise is that I am none of them and none of them are me. Sure I am more than likely the smallest person you’ve both have yet to face since joining Four Corner Wrestling but underestimation is a poison deadlier than arsenic. At Ante Up Brandy underestimated me and not only did I make her tap out but I also humbled her to a point where she followed her secret-BFF Kandi Washington out of here. So if you underestimate me and give me a chance, Jai, then not only will I beat you black, blue and every colour in between but I’ll also send you to your psychiatrist in a wheelchair.”
With only the most momentary of pauses, which came straight after the word ‘wheelchair,’ the fake Ravens tilted their heads from the left to the right. Deciding to continue its search for the real one the camera started to walk down this corridor again as words emit themselves down passageway.
“What is that, Jax Waverly? You actually want to stop me from doing such a thing? How cute…how amusing…how boringly predictable. Then again the clothes you choose to wear makes you look like a crossbreed of a nit-witted jarhead and a rejected player character idea from a Tony Hawks skating game. Normally the police would think it is the rather boring looking one that is the logically sane one…however, in this case, you are the exception to that statement born from lazy analysis. You look basic, you look plain, you look like a typical non-playable, background, character in those games yet appearances can be quite deceiving as, underneath that paint-drying boringness, is supposedly the same kind of lunacy that the wannabe terrorist possess. Hm, to be fair you do kind of have an appearance similar to one of those stalkers who thinks of nothing more than the target of his deepest desire…
What do you desire exactly, Jax? What do both you and your partner desire? Someone to understand you? A way to remove all your anger? Or simply a girl to get into five times a day and take her to heaven and back each time? Nah…from the beating you gave Brian Hollywood and Jace Savage, it is pretty obvious that you want to become Tag Team Champion, most likely your fellow patient Jai Knightly. However you will never win those Titles. Why is that? Because, just like this Monday, I’ll stop you from achieving victory. You can even get Selena Gomez from that Disney show that shares your and have her perform a spell on me. Yet that is not going to stop me or Travis from beating you down for the count of three. Do I sound confident? Of course I sound confident! Part of a battle is a game of mental chess and it is very easy to win a game of logic against somebody who is supposedly mentally unstable.”
The amount of steps taken are long gone as the words come loud, clear and confident. Finally the straight-line seem to have come to an end as the recording device found a turn to the left available. The found the turn was taken the recording device stood dead still as right in front of it, with her right side facing the camera, is Raven Aquilani. No this wasn’t another reflective image but the real Englishwoman as her body is only bent over with the insides of her forearms pressed against one of the mirrors.
“Supposedly is the keyword of my statement since I don’t believe that either of you are truly unstable in the head. Partly maybe, but not fully…I have seen a few lunatics in the past. Some simply don’t make sense and some are very good at wearing masks. However neither one of you are like any of them. If anything you two are almost like a pair of enigmas. Almost like the exact opposite of Sam Worthington’s character in Terminator Salvation…you both claim to be something that you both are clearly not.”
Almost as if she doesn’t know the camera is even there Raven continued to speak with her eyes glaring directly at her reflection, ignoring the fact that she is fogging up part of the mirror due to how close her mouth is to it. However, mere moments after finishing her words, Miss Aquilani slowly her eyes towards the camera lens.
“So what are you two?”
Now the Italian-English girl’s entire body, covered in her ring gear and black unzipped jacket, is facing the recording device as she finished asking her question. However, instead of immediately answering her question, Raven turned slightly to have the index finger of her right hand trail against the mirror to her left.
“When I look at the mirror all I see is myself…the black haired, pale skinned, Harbinger of Justice who’ll take no names or prisoners. Yet what would you two see is you ever look in a mirror? Inner rage? Pure hatred? Tortured souls? I doubt it. All you two will see are spoilt little boys who want so much attention, that they are supposedly grown-ups, that they’ll happily pretend to have lost their minds to get it. You call yourselves American Psychos yet what I see instead are two frauds…”
The word ‘frauds’ trailed out from the pale woman’s lips in quite a quiet manner, as if pondering something else, and even glancing away, for just a moment, before looking back towards the recording device.
“Do either of you think I am wrong? You’ve attacked people, you’ve beaten up people and you’ve beaten three other teams in what was probably your Adrenaline debut…but I haven’t seen either of you prove my opinion wrong. Do you want to convict me of slander this Monday? Feel free to try…but may I warn you that not only will the both of you fail, but you’ll both be guilty of unjust prosecution. And if I get either of you for that…”
While slowly saying her last few words the raven-haired female strolled pass the camera, putting herself in the long corridor in the process. The camera quickly turned around only to find that the twenty year old is completely missing. The only thing seen of her are the reflections on the mirrors…yet this time they all have a black remote of some kind with a switch on it.
“Then it’ll be the Death Sentence for you both.”
The very moment ‘both’ was sounded all the reflections flipped the switch of the remote in their hands. Instantly all the lights in this house snap off, leaving the last thing seen in this recording - before the footage cuts to an end - is pure blackness.