Post by MasterEvil on Jun 7, 2017 22:30:48 GMT
“So, so, so...it looks like someone wants to go a second round against me...a second chance of eradication more like. Why do you want to face me Harlow? Are you turned on by the thought of your own annihilation? Or are you really thick enough to think you have a meager midge of a chance against me? Don't you fare forget that the reason you were pinned in that fatal four way was because I took you down and out, for the only reason I didn’t pin you for victory last week was because Megan Andrews jumped me from behind and stole my well earned victory over the likes of you.
Or maybe that is why you so desperately want me in the middle of the ring once again. For revenge over how easily I dealt with the likes of you. Maybe such a cause can be somewhat called noble...at least, if there was any form of injustice involved. However the fact that I am simply better than you, Miss Hardin, is not a form of injustice at all. If anything the only piece of injustice was Megan stealing my victory and for that I will my vengeance in the near future...but first I must deal with the likes of you Harlow. Little miss wannabe rock star. In what reality do you actually think that the likes of you have any chance against the likes of myself.”
She chuckles rather softly before shaking her head in a dissatisfied manner and looking directly at us in an unimpressed manner.
“The answer is simpler than the question. There is no such reality. Not in real life, video games and movies. Not even at the bottom of the rabbit hole, on a tarot card or during a commercial break. Even if seeing you in the ring makes me want to have a toilet break before the real talent comes out. Yes, Harlow, I don't view you as 'real talent' at all. If anything you are nothing more than the worm beneath the dirt that people like Alessandro Quagliaterre steps on. People like Alicia Lukas steps on. People like me step on...and I plan to stamp my foot down hard with the power of a thousands Hyper Beams. Want to know what happens when a level two Zubat gets hit by a Hyper Beam?
They get obliterated.
They get annihilated.
They disintegrate to the blast.
They 'faint'.
They die!”
LUNA's right hand swats a small box clean off a bigger box, ignoring the crashing of the box upon the ring below. Her eyes sharpen up as the purple haired woman raise her hands up towards us.
“Do you see these hands, Harlow Hardin? These seem like hands to your foolish eyes but, in reality, these mean so much more. For these are the hands that will cleanse Showdown of the filth that plagues those halls. For these are the hands that will the Church of Martyrs will guide in the actions they'll take upon you. And, at the end of our match, these will the hands that will haunt you in your sleep for these are the hands that will beat you!”