Post by MasterEvil on Aug 18, 2017 17:41:15 GMT
The scene buzzes into life and we find ourselves on top of a parked production truck as sitting in front of us, with her eyes closed, is the purple haired bombshell known somewhat across World Wrestling Headquarters of LUNA. Judging by what has happened at Showdown last night it would be understandable if the half-masked woman would be highly irritated. However, as she slowly open her eyes to greet us, it seems that she looks more calm than anything else.
“Last week I took out four members of HellsGate by my little lonesome - little clearly being somewhat literal considering I was considerately smaller than three of those people - and apparently both Riley and Whisper has chosen their specific punishments. First they sent their dog Destiny Hunter to jump me from behind, who probably wanted to do it for a while considering her inability to defeat me on an even play field. Then Miss Hart has placed me into a match against the resurgence of Paige Matthews and Whisper has made me travel all the way to the World Memorial Hall in Kobe to be in a match against Damon Xalvador, some guy she plans on kicking off the Shogun pay-per-view.”
Judging by the vast amount of travel and energy required within a few days one would understand if the mystery woman would be annoyed...but, if anything, she sounds more amused as she chuckles rather coldly. Does she see this as an opportunity to figuratively 'stick it' to the two General Managers or something?
“Meh...looks like, instead of 'punishing' me...they've handed me yet another opportunity to sabotage Shogun, like I said I would weeks ago, by making dear Damon physically unable to show up at the event at all, let alone compete in a hell in a cell match. Then again, what would be the point of putting any energy against a member of HellsGate? Judging by the four I dealt with last Monday - Randy Fields...Starlight...Wulf Erikson...and Tahti Ray - it appears that effort is the thing I don't need to defeat with anybody from HellsGate, especially somebody who is practically nothing more than a lapdog in this situation.”
An outline of a smirk can barely be seen through the material covering the lower half of LUNA's face.
“Hell I'm only going to refer to this lapdog as Eighty Five from now on.”
After another chuckle the purple haired woman tilted her head over toward the left as, for the merest of moments, she looks somewhat surprised.
“What was that Eighty Five? Did I offend you? If so then here is some advice for you: cry me a river, build a bridge and get over it. You get it? No one cares about what you have to say Eighty Five, literally no one. Oh you're bigger, heavier and possibly stronger - at least in a physical sense - than me...so what? Bane is all three of those things compared to Batman and yet, except for infamous moment, the Caped Crusader would always emerge as the victor. Do you know why? Of course you don't; you're only as smart as Batman and Robin's Bane, not Christopher Nolan Bane. With the very exception of that last Bane I mentioned, Batman has always managed to outsmart him at every-single-encounter they ever had, which is something I'm obviously going to do to you Eight-Five.”
She lifts her right hand up in a way to only show off her four fingers in a way similar to an old faction known as The Four Horsemen.
“Out-plan you.
Out-prepare you.
Outsmart you.
Outdo you until the bell rings and Marco Rivera declares me as the winner of our very match.”
With each sentence one of LUNA's fingers curl back to her hand until all that remains is a fist that the milky skinned woman slowly lowers down as she straightens herself back up in an almost violent kind of manner.
“If anything you should be cursing Whisper for placing you, a mere lapdog, against me, a god damn rottweiler. For, while she has gotten on my nerves, Destiny's sneak attack has helped me remember to never overlook anything. So you cannot surprise me, Eighty Five, and...add in the list of things I've been doing for the past month...then, to steal a quote from Ash from Alien and make it my own...I can't lie to you about your chances, of merely walking out HellsGate, but...
You have my sympathies.”
Instead of a chuckle a burst of laughter flies from the woman's covered mouth that only ends when she suddenly shoots both her hands out to not only grab each side of us but also force us real close to her, almost to a point where we could feel her breath upon us.
“I guess you want to know why I'm calling you Eighty Five, right? Well you see, Eighty Five...that number is the number...the number of your IQ once I'm done breaking your face in. Then again...maybe it is actually your current IQ. I guess your it just depends on what you do Eighty Five. Either you be smart enough to not even show up...or you're stupid enough to enter the ring and get your head stomped into by my boot. No matter the start, the end will always be the same...
Whisper didn't help you by giving you me...
She BETRAYED you by giving me you...
And BETRAYAL marks the end of you.”
Sharply leaves the deranged woman's covered lips as - within the very next moment - LUNA flings us to the side, causing us to fall off the truck and into nothing but more buzzing.
