Post by MasterEvil on Oct 21, 2017 1:44:49 GMT
Alone in the dark. They are the best words to describe how we feel in this seemingly abandoned hospital. Seemingly being the keyword as within the next few moments we hear the crying of a baby. It doesn’t take long for us to find the origin of the sound as we’re in a room of babies sleeping in their cots while one seem to have settled down in the arms of the Purple Haired Dynamo known as Otaki. She slowly lowers the little girl back into her cot before leading us out of the room, possibly to leave the children in peace.
“Such interesting things children are…”
Otaki starts as she carefully closes the door behind us to leave both of us in a dimly lit corridor.
“For they are so sweet, innocent and occasionally troublesome in their adorably playful way…”
Softly leaves The Emo Princess’ lips shortly before her eyes and facial expression sharpens.
“But when they have been harmed, threatened or taken…then that brings forth a monster from any parent…”
Following her expressions and body language Otaki’s voice has sharpened itself to something rougher and darker.
“So we’re sorry Kristian Bane. People may or may not know this but we like you. Like we told Eli Levi back at Scars and Stripes, we find Kristian Bane fun. And it was only a little more than a month ago we fought against Mister Bane in probably one of the most physically challenging matches we’ve had this year. So, if anything, this man…this so-called Creator of Chaos…probably deserves a shot at our Championship for the mere fact we had to cheat to take him down.
But did you know?
Do you know?
Have you already known?
Did you know that was the very night we found out that our Sarah, our little girl, was stolen from us?
How can one expect to focus?
How can one expect to compete properly with a mind all over the place?
Your silence’s the answer.
So…if anything…this Bringer of Bane fought us at our very worse, mentally and emotionally, but he couldn’t get the job done against us. And there is a massive difference between back then and right now. No we’re still the FSW Champion, if anything we’re going to unofficially be the longest reigning Champion in a few days’ time. No, we’re still a clear foot shorter and less than half his weight. The difference is that now that we aren’t as unstable as we were back then…for not only has our mind fixated itself on the demolition of anybody – friend, foe or stranger – who dares to get in the way of us getting our dear Sarah back, but all the emotional turmoil we’ve been through has now given way to one word, and one word alone. That word…that emotion…is…
Anger.”
The bulbs across this corridor wildly flickers before snapping out of life. Leaving us in the dark for a few seconds before the bulbs slowly awaken to new life…a red life. With the corridor now redder than a traffic light the FSW Champion step towards us, making the air around us feel claustrophobic.
“Did you know that we once broke someone’s skull with a crowbar because they annoyed us? No? What about the time we once inflicted emotional torment on someone else just to get an upper hand. Those people…were lucky. Unlikely? We understand why you’d think so. However they were all indeed lucky, for we weren’t angry when we faced them. So here is a question we have for you to wonder. If we managed to overcome Kristian Bane once when we were at the very worst of mental states…
What do you think our infection will do to Kristian Bane when our infestation is on a warpath?
Bones can break, bones can heal. Flesh can rip, flesh can be put back together. Blood can be spilt, blood can be replaced. But like we once said five years ago…you can recover through injuries but…
The scars remain, in body and soul.”
Hisses out from the milky skinned woman’s lips in a rather reptilian manner as we find our back being against the wall and her standing directly in front of us.
“So you see, Mister Bane, unlike a month ago you are literally in the very worse of places at the very worst of times. For mercy, forgiveness and harmony are words that has been ripped out from our very soul by THAT BITCH Cheyenne when she took the only light in the darkness known as MY LIFE away from me!”
The mentally struggling Champion shouts out before, in a moment of rage she throws the back of her right hand across us, sending us down to the floor as the lights start flickering rather violently. Our senses are shaken, but not knocked out as we can feel a hand raising our head up by our hair, just high enough to look into the eyes of Otaki as she is on her knees in front of us.
“This Sunday, in the city of Tuscon, our scars will become yours Mister Bane and once we’re done sharing our scars with you. You’ll find out how it feels…
To be alone in the dark.”
After saying her words, in an almost echoic fashion, the Purple Haired Dynamo lets go of us, allowing our head to fall to the ground as the flickering lights finally gave up and bust…leaving us to see nothing but black in the process.
“Such interesting things children are…”
Otaki starts as she carefully closes the door behind us to leave both of us in a dimly lit corridor.
“For they are so sweet, innocent and occasionally troublesome in their adorably playful way…”
Softly leaves The Emo Princess’ lips shortly before her eyes and facial expression sharpens.
“But when they have been harmed, threatened or taken…then that brings forth a monster from any parent…”
Following her expressions and body language Otaki’s voice has sharpened itself to something rougher and darker.
“So we’re sorry Kristian Bane. People may or may not know this but we like you. Like we told Eli Levi back at Scars and Stripes, we find Kristian Bane fun. And it was only a little more than a month ago we fought against Mister Bane in probably one of the most physically challenging matches we’ve had this year. So, if anything, this man…this so-called Creator of Chaos…probably deserves a shot at our Championship for the mere fact we had to cheat to take him down.
But did you know?
Do you know?
Have you already known?
Did you know that was the very night we found out that our Sarah, our little girl, was stolen from us?
How can one expect to focus?
How can one expect to compete properly with a mind all over the place?
Your silence’s the answer.
So…if anything…this Bringer of Bane fought us at our very worse, mentally and emotionally, but he couldn’t get the job done against us. And there is a massive difference between back then and right now. No we’re still the FSW Champion, if anything we’re going to unofficially be the longest reigning Champion in a few days’ time. No, we’re still a clear foot shorter and less than half his weight. The difference is that now that we aren’t as unstable as we were back then…for not only has our mind fixated itself on the demolition of anybody – friend, foe or stranger – who dares to get in the way of us getting our dear Sarah back, but all the emotional turmoil we’ve been through has now given way to one word, and one word alone. That word…that emotion…is…
Anger.”
The bulbs across this corridor wildly flickers before snapping out of life. Leaving us in the dark for a few seconds before the bulbs slowly awaken to new life…a red life. With the corridor now redder than a traffic light the FSW Champion step towards us, making the air around us feel claustrophobic.
“Did you know that we once broke someone’s skull with a crowbar because they annoyed us? No? What about the time we once inflicted emotional torment on someone else just to get an upper hand. Those people…were lucky. Unlikely? We understand why you’d think so. However they were all indeed lucky, for we weren’t angry when we faced them. So here is a question we have for you to wonder. If we managed to overcome Kristian Bane once when we were at the very worst of mental states…
What do you think our infection will do to Kristian Bane when our infestation is on a warpath?
Bones can break, bones can heal. Flesh can rip, flesh can be put back together. Blood can be spilt, blood can be replaced. But like we once said five years ago…you can recover through injuries but…
The scars remain, in body and soul.”
Hisses out from the milky skinned woman’s lips in a rather reptilian manner as we find our back being against the wall and her standing directly in front of us.
“So you see, Mister Bane, unlike a month ago you are literally in the very worse of places at the very worst of times. For mercy, forgiveness and harmony are words that has been ripped out from our very soul by THAT BITCH Cheyenne when she took the only light in the darkness known as MY LIFE away from me!”
The mentally struggling Champion shouts out before, in a moment of rage she throws the back of her right hand across us, sending us down to the floor as the lights start flickering rather violently. Our senses are shaken, but not knocked out as we can feel a hand raising our head up by our hair, just high enough to look into the eyes of Otaki as she is on her knees in front of us.
“This Sunday, in the city of Tuscon, our scars will become yours Mister Bane and once we’re done sharing our scars with you. You’ll find out how it feels…
To be alone in the dark.”
After saying her words, in an almost echoic fashion, the Purple Haired Dynamo lets go of us, allowing our head to fall to the ground as the flickering lights finally gave up and bust…leaving us to see nothing but black in the process.