Post by MasterEvil on Jan 28, 2017 1:07:58 GMT
act 1
act 2
I can’t stop looking down at the palms of my hand. It was only last night that I’ve made my return to WWH television and I knocked Phoenix Winterborn clean out. Then when I had him in my submission hold…while I let go of him the moment the bell rung…part of me…deep inside…didn’t want to let go. I want to feel each swivel of air that he struggles for. I want to feel each frantic beat of his heart as he fight and claws for survival. I want to feel the deafening silence of death consume him right in my hands.
Did I really feel like that?
How much have I changed?
Or have I always been like that?
A monster…
Am I really such a monster?
So many questions, so little answers I can think of. Too much stress and hassle for me to deal with. What can I do about it? Is it better to fight for answers and understanding? Will I be able to find my answers? And, if I do, will I like the answers I’ve found? Or will it be easier to simply dissolve into a dew?
“Hey Megan.”
Those words, and the sight of a hot chocolate being placed down in front of me, snaps me out of my trance as I reach my right hand towards the cup. A hand gently places itself on the back of mine to stop me. I look up to see Zelda Lavoie looking down towards me.
“Don’t want you to get your hand burnt in front of our daughters, right?”
I glance to my left to see my little Sarah enjoying her first ever chocolate milkshake, glance over to Zelda’s left to see her little Elena sitting in her pushchair, before glancing back towards the French Canadian. While many view her as a demon, myself included, since marrying Shannon’s sister it seems that my former manager has seen the light or something. Though she still wears her sunglasses in public to hide her eyes. I softly nod with a light smile and giggled at the sight of the cream all around my little girl’s lips. She is so adorable.
“While I do like having our daughters hanging out together, what reason do you have for wanting to meet me?”
I must have made it obvious to Zelda that I have a secondary motive for this meet up. So, not before letting a soft sigh leave my lips, I speak up.
“Did you watch my match on last night’s HellsGate?”
“You mean have I watched the show you asked me to watch? Yes I have…and my god, you practically killed that weakling.”
“That’s the thing. Part of me actually wanted to kill Phoenix…what is wrong with me?”
I openly question myself yet Zelda seem to have found my problem to be amusing, by the chuckle that left her lips. The look I gave her was easily noticed as she quickly speaks up.
“Do you remember when I was your manager in World Elite Wrestling those years ago?”
“How could I forget? You were a complete b-”
I quickly stop myself from speaking after glancing at both our respective daughter.
“-Completely horrible to me.”
“Yet you’ve never asked why. Well, to answer that question, I purposely treat you like crap because you seem to be at your best when you’re mentally unstable. And, according to your performance against that Loserborn, I look to be correct.”
“So, all these years, you did all of that just to make me better…so these demons in my head…they aren’t vultures preying on my sanity…but instead they’re my friends…my shield-brothers and shield-sisters in arms…”
I nod softly before smiling very faintly.
“Thank you for helping me understand. They’ll help me win the Ryan Reigns Memorial Royal Rumble.”
I said a brighter smile. Hm? Does Zelda look confused? Nah, see never let such emotions show. Oh? Sarah has put more cream all over her face. She is so cute. I couldn’t help but giggle while using a handkerchief to wipe the cream off my darling daughter’s face.
“E…Eh? Whatever, you better finish that hot chocolate soon, or else you can pay for the drinks yourself.”
Oh yeah, the hot chocolate! Damn it! It’s gone cold now…
Did I really feel like that?
How much have I changed?
Or have I always been like that?
A monster…
Am I really such a monster?
So many questions, so little answers I can think of. Too much stress and hassle for me to deal with. What can I do about it? Is it better to fight for answers and understanding? Will I be able to find my answers? And, if I do, will I like the answers I’ve found? Or will it be easier to simply dissolve into a dew?
“Hey Megan.”
Those words, and the sight of a hot chocolate being placed down in front of me, snaps me out of my trance as I reach my right hand towards the cup. A hand gently places itself on the back of mine to stop me. I look up to see Zelda Lavoie looking down towards me.
“Don’t want you to get your hand burnt in front of our daughters, right?”
I glance to my left to see my little Sarah enjoying her first ever chocolate milkshake, glance over to Zelda’s left to see her little Elena sitting in her pushchair, before glancing back towards the French Canadian. While many view her as a demon, myself included, since marrying Shannon’s sister it seems that my former manager has seen the light or something. Though she still wears her sunglasses in public to hide her eyes. I softly nod with a light smile and giggled at the sight of the cream all around my little girl’s lips. She is so adorable.
“While I do like having our daughters hanging out together, what reason do you have for wanting to meet me?”
I must have made it obvious to Zelda that I have a secondary motive for this meet up. So, not before letting a soft sigh leave my lips, I speak up.
“Did you watch my match on last night’s HellsGate?”
“You mean have I watched the show you asked me to watch? Yes I have…and my god, you practically killed that weakling.”
“That’s the thing. Part of me actually wanted to kill Phoenix…what is wrong with me?”
I openly question myself yet Zelda seem to have found my problem to be amusing, by the chuckle that left her lips. The look I gave her was easily noticed as she quickly speaks up.
“Do you remember when I was your manager in World Elite Wrestling those years ago?”
“How could I forget? You were a complete b-”
I quickly stop myself from speaking after glancing at both our respective daughter.
“-Completely horrible to me.”
“Yet you’ve never asked why. Well, to answer that question, I purposely treat you like crap because you seem to be at your best when you’re mentally unstable. And, according to your performance against that Loserborn, I look to be correct.”
“So, all these years, you did all of that just to make me better…so these demons in my head…they aren’t vultures preying on my sanity…but instead they’re my friends…my shield-brothers and shield-sisters in arms…”
I nod softly before smiling very faintly.
“Thank you for helping me understand. They’ll help me win the Ryan Reigns Memorial Royal Rumble.”
I said a brighter smile. Hm? Does Zelda look confused? Nah, see never let such emotions show. Oh? Sarah has put more cream all over her face. She is so cute. I couldn’t help but giggle while using a handkerchief to wipe the cream off my darling daughter’s face.
“E…Eh? Whatever, you better finish that hot chocolate soon, or else you can pay for the drinks yourself.”
Oh yeah, the hot chocolate! Damn it! It’s gone cold now…
act 2
The scene opens up in, out of all places imaginable, an art gallery. It must be very early or very late hours for there is hardly anybody around yet quickly we find the reason why we are here. Looking intently at one of the paintings is a purple haired woman of snow white skin. Obviously this girl is none other than the Englishwoman recognised on HellsGate as Otaki. In a few days’ time the twenty-two year old will compete in her second televised match in the form of entering the Ryan Reigns Memorial Royal Rumble for the chance to possibility of main eventing WWH’s second Wrestlemania since reopening. And with the top Champion of HellsGate, James Ceno, getting released from the company a victory here could end up giving the Purple Haired Dynamo the World Heavyweight Championship on a platter. But why does she want to be in a gallery instead of getting ready for such a ginormous match? When the cameraman came around to see her more closely the Brit turned her head to look at the recording device and smiles lightly.
“Art, what beauty can be seen in these pictures. I don’t know who said the line but I believe they were right when they said an image says a thousand words. The fine line of the brush shows that whoever painted this is delicate and wanted his painting to be seen as gentle and kind. While the light blue, greens and white used are to give off a more calming, harmonic atmosphere to anyone looking at it. Hm…I think I’ll rephrase myself…to those who understand what the painting is giving out. Since while everyone can look at a painting…not everyone can truly see a meaning behind a painting. While some could say about the gentleness of the brush or the use of light colours…others would just shrug their shoulders and say something stupid like ‘oh, there is a lot of lines’ or even ‘er…what is this supposed to be again?’
Unfortunately this world is full of idiots oh only see colours as unimportant colours and not as emotions or expressions. Take the twenty-nine people who I’ll be competing against in the upcoming Royal Rumble for example: Ace Reigns, Adriana Azzara, Alessandro Quagliaterre, Blackout, Blaise Fader, Carter Kennedy, Chris Cane, Chris Matthews, Courtney Leinart, Hammerstein, Jason Cashe, Jeremiah Hardin, John Blade, Kevin Hunter, Leon Black, Lilith Evans, Megan Andrews, Mongoose, Pernicious, Phantom, Randall Kash, Randy Fields, Rose Bonaparte, Ryan Payne, Samantha Tolson, Savannah, Starlight, Talia Lea and even an unknown entry. And while the identity of said unknown person is somewhat interesting…all twenty nine of them are aiming to win the Rumble. Yeah, some may have secondary motives as well but they’re mostly aiming to win gold and earn the green of money. The only two colours all their greed are interested…”
Both confidence and arrogance were not in the pale woman’s voice but instead…disappointment? The Emo Princess actually sound disappointed with the lack of artistic minds. Never knew she treasured art so much.
“But enough of that…back to the colours.”
As she said her words Otaki took her steps toward the painting that she was originally looking at with supreme interest and only stopped when she was in perfect touching distance of the work of art.
“Funny though…every colour has its own multiple meanings. Let’s take the colour yellow for example.”
After saying her words the twenty-two year old turned to face the recording device and the index finger of her right hand gently touched the yellow glow that possibly assembles the sun, though blatantly ignoring the ‘do not touch’ sign at the other side of the portrait.
“Normally the first thing stupid people would think of when they see yellow is The Simpsons. But yellow could mean other things. For one it can assemble cowardice…which is often shown by those in this match, especially when they talk a big game beforehand like Adriana, Courtney and Kevin. Yeah, they talk and talk and talk about what they’ll do but, when the going gets tough as the ring begins to flood up with more and more bodies, expect the likes of them to start doing stuff like hiding behind others, working with random people and backstabbing said random people to get each footstep closer to the main event of Wrestlemania.
Cowards and chickens do not main event a stage like Wrestlemania.
Warriors and fighters get to main event a stage like Wrestlemania.
But then again, out of the twenty nine against me, who could really assemble strong fighters or brave warriors? The King of 4CW Jason Cashe? The five time World Heavyweight Champion Randy Fields? What about Blackout, Phantom or even Chris Matthews? What about them? The last two times Cashe thought in a WWH ring Randy made him look like a walk in the freaking park, first with a roll up and the second with making him needing backup. Fields is simply a former convict with a god complexion that his countless success will never satisfy. Blackout and Phantom are merely faces in the crowd and, while he is one of the extreme few I consider as a friend, Chris Matthews is a man who – though having tasted success – have also fallen down a mountain when it goes to being one of the best. So if anyone dares to ask me what I think about any of their chances to win the Rumble…I’d say it is piss poor, which is also what yellow could also be the colour of…”
The way Otaki’s eyes look at the camera lens, and were accompanied by a different facial expression, as she say her final few words could possibly show that she was maybe trying to not view her opponents as major threats to her possible victory. While still giving off her hard to explain facial expression the pale skinned woman’s finger trails across the canvas until stopping upon one of the white clouds.
“However another colour with multiple meanings is white…the skin that I have for one. A lot of people actually say that I’m incredibly pale, especially for a white person, but I don’t mind. For white can is often the colour used when wanting to show of pureness. Hence why wedding gowns are often white, to show both the purity and innocence of the bride. While that is also the reason why white is the easiest colour to mark and stain for purity is the easiest thing to taint, mess and ruin…like when Adrian Hart ruined the innocence and purity of the Royal Rumble by allowing the contamination known as me to enter it. And like a plague I’ll spread and spread, infecting every other person in this match with a disgusting dose of poison with every second I’m in that ring.
But the colour white could also be often used to portray the magic of snow for it is often in snow that children show the most joy, as well as when some people show off the last of childhood before growing up…similar to how I’ll push my childishness over to the side so that, at this upcoming Sunday, me and my shield-siblings will make people like Alessandro Quagliaterre, Rose Bonaparte, Chris Cane and Starlight suffer so much that people in the people filling out the Lanxess Arena will be thinking that I’m turning the Royal Rumble into a lynching party. A final meaning I can think of with white is coldness…a lack of warmth…which, to my amusement, actually going to be the best thing to describe how I’m going to feel while turning Courtney Leinart, Megan Andrews, Lilith Evans and Randall Kash into causalities…cold……emotionless………unsympathetic.”
While The Emo Princess sounds rather calm when mentioning the colours, something sounds…deathly serious about the words Otaki is purposely choosing to say about her upcoming opponents and in the ways she was saying them. However the slowness of her final few words clearly weren’t to add any effect to her promo, but instead because of something that caught her eyes. A male security guard coming her way, most likely to tell her off for touching the painting. However, the moment he comes into reach, the Purple Haired Dynamo grabs him, pulls him towards her and traps him in her grip - including using one of her hands to cover his mouth – before using her free hand to point at his uniform.
“But why not speak about the last colour I’m going to mention…the colour black, the colour of both Ace Reigns and Starlight’s hair. There are a couple of things that are described very well with that very colour. The first of which is nothingness…emptiness…a void that has nothing at all in it. Nothing could be the best word to describe what the level of thrill I get when thinking about the likes of John Blade, Carter Kennedy and Hammerstein being in this Rumble match. Nothing could also be the best word to describe how many people will feel sorry for Samantha, Talia and Mongoose once I am done with all of them. Yeah…I’ve only just come back and running my mouth shouldn’t be something I do this soon…but if all this crap is really the best World Wrestling Headquarters can put into the Rumble then you better damn well believe I’ll be winning. If anything nothingness will be what remains of the wallets of those who bet against me in this match up.
However the second of black is a four-lettered word…evil. What was the colour Cruella de Vil’s hair in that 101 Dalmatian film? Black. What colour clothes did the witches wore in Snow White and Sleeping Beauty? Black. What was the colour of Scar’s mane in Lion King? Black. What was the colour of most of Jaffar’s clothes in Aladdin? Black. And what colour was Shadow Link in Zelda Two, Four Sword Adventures and the Ocarina of Time? Black. The darkness of black, the lack of light in black, is the colour used the most when displaying something, or someone, as evil – be it the black cauldron from the Black Cauldron film or Hades from Hercules – and describing what I’m willing to do to people, like Pernicious, Savannah and Rose Bonaparte, just to leave Köln the winner as ‘evil’ will be the understatement of this decade and the next. Heck, I expect a special room in hell reserved just for me for the things that I’m willing to do…”
While she does sound rather entertained by what she is saying, the Iron Maiden definitely sounds a lot more vicious in her last few sentences as, once she finish speaking, Otaki moves her finger away from the guard’s uniform and looks directly up into his eyes.
“But do you know what is the universal colour? You know...the colour that connects everyone together?”
Confusion could easily be seen in the male’s face but, with his mouth covered and his arms restricted, he can only shake his head to indicate a ‘no.’ At his answer the Highlight of the Night sighs softly in annoyance and even pushes the guard away. Ignoring the man as he flees in disturbed terror she takes a couple steps away from the painting and towards the device recording her.
“Is that universal colour green? For the grass that covers a good amount of earth? For the environment that surrounds the civilised world? Or even for money, the universal language of the world? For the jealousy that multiple people feel toward each other? For the people who are inexperienced? Or even for money, the universal language of the world? Of course it isn’t. Could it be blue for the water that no one can live without? Or for the sky that covers the entire planet? No…of course it isn’t. Good guess though. But to save time I’ll show you what the universal colour is…”
After saying her words the Emo Princess raises her left hand up and move her right hand to the wrist where she begins to unwrap the vast amount of tape wrapped around it. Once she finished unwrapping the purple haired girl pulls a small metallic object from where the tape use to be, move it out of our sight and wince lightly. However this wince sharply swerves into a smirk as Otaki turns her left hand around to show the palm of that hand-wait, there is a cut on it and the hand is now bleeding!
“Red…the colour of blood. No matter how anyone looks on the outside – black, white, yellow, tanned or even polka dot – all seven point whatever billion of people across the world are all red on the inside. Red is the universal colour and be I walk out of Germany a winner or a loser…I promise all twenty nine of my victims this……before it has all been said and done……I will bring all their own rednesses to light.”
The last few words sound so spine-tingling in coldness as after such words were spoken the purple haired woman simply walked past the camera, most likely to look at the other paintings at this exhibit. Thus leaving the last thing for the recording decide to see, before the footage fades to black, is the painting that the Highlight of the Night was fascinated in…a field in the Roman times.
“Art, what beauty can be seen in these pictures. I don’t know who said the line but I believe they were right when they said an image says a thousand words. The fine line of the brush shows that whoever painted this is delicate and wanted his painting to be seen as gentle and kind. While the light blue, greens and white used are to give off a more calming, harmonic atmosphere to anyone looking at it. Hm…I think I’ll rephrase myself…to those who understand what the painting is giving out. Since while everyone can look at a painting…not everyone can truly see a meaning behind a painting. While some could say about the gentleness of the brush or the use of light colours…others would just shrug their shoulders and say something stupid like ‘oh, there is a lot of lines’ or even ‘er…what is this supposed to be again?’
Unfortunately this world is full of idiots oh only see colours as unimportant colours and not as emotions or expressions. Take the twenty-nine people who I’ll be competing against in the upcoming Royal Rumble for example: Ace Reigns, Adriana Azzara, Alessandro Quagliaterre, Blackout, Blaise Fader, Carter Kennedy, Chris Cane, Chris Matthews, Courtney Leinart, Hammerstein, Jason Cashe, Jeremiah Hardin, John Blade, Kevin Hunter, Leon Black, Lilith Evans, Megan Andrews, Mongoose, Pernicious, Phantom, Randall Kash, Randy Fields, Rose Bonaparte, Ryan Payne, Samantha Tolson, Savannah, Starlight, Talia Lea and even an unknown entry. And while the identity of said unknown person is somewhat interesting…all twenty nine of them are aiming to win the Rumble. Yeah, some may have secondary motives as well but they’re mostly aiming to win gold and earn the green of money. The only two colours all their greed are interested…”
Both confidence and arrogance were not in the pale woman’s voice but instead…disappointment? The Emo Princess actually sound disappointed with the lack of artistic minds. Never knew she treasured art so much.
“But enough of that…back to the colours.”
As she said her words Otaki took her steps toward the painting that she was originally looking at with supreme interest and only stopped when she was in perfect touching distance of the work of art.
“Funny though…every colour has its own multiple meanings. Let’s take the colour yellow for example.”
After saying her words the twenty-two year old turned to face the recording device and the index finger of her right hand gently touched the yellow glow that possibly assembles the sun, though blatantly ignoring the ‘do not touch’ sign at the other side of the portrait.
“Normally the first thing stupid people would think of when they see yellow is The Simpsons. But yellow could mean other things. For one it can assemble cowardice…which is often shown by those in this match, especially when they talk a big game beforehand like Adriana, Courtney and Kevin. Yeah, they talk and talk and talk about what they’ll do but, when the going gets tough as the ring begins to flood up with more and more bodies, expect the likes of them to start doing stuff like hiding behind others, working with random people and backstabbing said random people to get each footstep closer to the main event of Wrestlemania.
Cowards and chickens do not main event a stage like Wrestlemania.
Warriors and fighters get to main event a stage like Wrestlemania.
But then again, out of the twenty nine against me, who could really assemble strong fighters or brave warriors? The King of 4CW Jason Cashe? The five time World Heavyweight Champion Randy Fields? What about Blackout, Phantom or even Chris Matthews? What about them? The last two times Cashe thought in a WWH ring Randy made him look like a walk in the freaking park, first with a roll up and the second with making him needing backup. Fields is simply a former convict with a god complexion that his countless success will never satisfy. Blackout and Phantom are merely faces in the crowd and, while he is one of the extreme few I consider as a friend, Chris Matthews is a man who – though having tasted success – have also fallen down a mountain when it goes to being one of the best. So if anyone dares to ask me what I think about any of their chances to win the Rumble…I’d say it is piss poor, which is also what yellow could also be the colour of…”
The way Otaki’s eyes look at the camera lens, and were accompanied by a different facial expression, as she say her final few words could possibly show that she was maybe trying to not view her opponents as major threats to her possible victory. While still giving off her hard to explain facial expression the pale skinned woman’s finger trails across the canvas until stopping upon one of the white clouds.
“However another colour with multiple meanings is white…the skin that I have for one. A lot of people actually say that I’m incredibly pale, especially for a white person, but I don’t mind. For white can is often the colour used when wanting to show of pureness. Hence why wedding gowns are often white, to show both the purity and innocence of the bride. While that is also the reason why white is the easiest colour to mark and stain for purity is the easiest thing to taint, mess and ruin…like when Adrian Hart ruined the innocence and purity of the Royal Rumble by allowing the contamination known as me to enter it. And like a plague I’ll spread and spread, infecting every other person in this match with a disgusting dose of poison with every second I’m in that ring.
But the colour white could also be often used to portray the magic of snow for it is often in snow that children show the most joy, as well as when some people show off the last of childhood before growing up…similar to how I’ll push my childishness over to the side so that, at this upcoming Sunday, me and my shield-siblings will make people like Alessandro Quagliaterre, Rose Bonaparte, Chris Cane and Starlight suffer so much that people in the people filling out the Lanxess Arena will be thinking that I’m turning the Royal Rumble into a lynching party. A final meaning I can think of with white is coldness…a lack of warmth…which, to my amusement, actually going to be the best thing to describe how I’m going to feel while turning Courtney Leinart, Megan Andrews, Lilith Evans and Randall Kash into causalities…cold……emotionless………unsympathetic.”
While The Emo Princess sounds rather calm when mentioning the colours, something sounds…deathly serious about the words Otaki is purposely choosing to say about her upcoming opponents and in the ways she was saying them. However the slowness of her final few words clearly weren’t to add any effect to her promo, but instead because of something that caught her eyes. A male security guard coming her way, most likely to tell her off for touching the painting. However, the moment he comes into reach, the Purple Haired Dynamo grabs him, pulls him towards her and traps him in her grip - including using one of her hands to cover his mouth – before using her free hand to point at his uniform.
“But why not speak about the last colour I’m going to mention…the colour black, the colour of both Ace Reigns and Starlight’s hair. There are a couple of things that are described very well with that very colour. The first of which is nothingness…emptiness…a void that has nothing at all in it. Nothing could be the best word to describe what the level of thrill I get when thinking about the likes of John Blade, Carter Kennedy and Hammerstein being in this Rumble match. Nothing could also be the best word to describe how many people will feel sorry for Samantha, Talia and Mongoose once I am done with all of them. Yeah…I’ve only just come back and running my mouth shouldn’t be something I do this soon…but if all this crap is really the best World Wrestling Headquarters can put into the Rumble then you better damn well believe I’ll be winning. If anything nothingness will be what remains of the wallets of those who bet against me in this match up.
However the second of black is a four-lettered word…evil. What was the colour Cruella de Vil’s hair in that 101 Dalmatian film? Black. What colour clothes did the witches wore in Snow White and Sleeping Beauty? Black. What was the colour of Scar’s mane in Lion King? Black. What was the colour of most of Jaffar’s clothes in Aladdin? Black. And what colour was Shadow Link in Zelda Two, Four Sword Adventures and the Ocarina of Time? Black. The darkness of black, the lack of light in black, is the colour used the most when displaying something, or someone, as evil – be it the black cauldron from the Black Cauldron film or Hades from Hercules – and describing what I’m willing to do to people, like Pernicious, Savannah and Rose Bonaparte, just to leave Köln the winner as ‘evil’ will be the understatement of this decade and the next. Heck, I expect a special room in hell reserved just for me for the things that I’m willing to do…”
While she does sound rather entertained by what she is saying, the Iron Maiden definitely sounds a lot more vicious in her last few sentences as, once she finish speaking, Otaki moves her finger away from the guard’s uniform and looks directly up into his eyes.
“But do you know what is the universal colour? You know...the colour that connects everyone together?”
Confusion could easily be seen in the male’s face but, with his mouth covered and his arms restricted, he can only shake his head to indicate a ‘no.’ At his answer the Highlight of the Night sighs softly in annoyance and even pushes the guard away. Ignoring the man as he flees in disturbed terror she takes a couple steps away from the painting and towards the device recording her.
“Is that universal colour green? For the grass that covers a good amount of earth? For the environment that surrounds the civilised world? Or even for money, the universal language of the world? For the jealousy that multiple people feel toward each other? For the people who are inexperienced? Or even for money, the universal language of the world? Of course it isn’t. Could it be blue for the water that no one can live without? Or for the sky that covers the entire planet? No…of course it isn’t. Good guess though. But to save time I’ll show you what the universal colour is…”
After saying her words the Emo Princess raises her left hand up and move her right hand to the wrist where she begins to unwrap the vast amount of tape wrapped around it. Once she finished unwrapping the purple haired girl pulls a small metallic object from where the tape use to be, move it out of our sight and wince lightly. However this wince sharply swerves into a smirk as Otaki turns her left hand around to show the palm of that hand-wait, there is a cut on it and the hand is now bleeding!
“Red…the colour of blood. No matter how anyone looks on the outside – black, white, yellow, tanned or even polka dot – all seven point whatever billion of people across the world are all red on the inside. Red is the universal colour and be I walk out of Germany a winner or a loser…I promise all twenty nine of my victims this……before it has all been said and done……I will bring all their own rednesses to light.”
The last few words sound so spine-tingling in coldness as after such words were spoken the purple haired woman simply walked past the camera, most likely to look at the other paintings at this exhibit. Thus leaving the last thing for the recording decide to see, before the footage fades to black, is the painting that the Highlight of the Night was fascinated in…a field in the Roman times.