︱SEE YOU ON THE OTHER SIDE︱
Jan 15, 2022 9:27:18 GMT -5
OZYMANDIAS, Alyssa Grace, and 1 more like this
Post by gothmother on Jan 15, 2022 9:27:18 GMT -5
SEE YOU ON THE OTHER SIDE [ICH SEHE DICH AUF DER ANDEREN SEITE]
[Aftermath Unbreakable Resolution II]
What a night to be alive.
What a night to be a wrestling fan.
It was hard to wipe off the grin that was plastered all over her face. It had been a while since she visited Proving Ground, but when she did- it was always worth a surprise. And tonight was no different. The tension between herself and the new crowned LEGACY champion was hard to miss. But the surprise was huge when she didn’t go for his throat. Instead she raised his arm as a gesture most would understand.
As a bonus she got to strike down Syndicate. The snake in the grass. All in all it was a rather successful evening for Elena DeDraca. She had only reached the backstage area when someone, she didn’t remember their name, held a microphone right under her nose. Now there were two options and outcomes. She could ignore the interviewer who undoubtedly wanted to talk about her motives. Or she could give the fans what they hungered for. The truth.
“ELENA! It is so great to see you here at a Proving Ground event… but the whole world dies to know one thing: Why?”
“Why? Why? That is the best you can come up with? Darling you are still as dull as you always have been. And don’t think I have forgotten you from my last visit here, when I was still your LEGACY champion. If you want me to answer your questions, become more precise or get out of my way.”
The interviewer took a step back. Maybe out of respect, but probably because of fear. She seemed to think for a moment before opening her mouth again. Elena’s expression wasn't all too inviting.
“Why did you come and help Ozymandias tonight?”
“Help? I didn’t help him at all. And why? Because he didn’t need any help. He is the one that beat Syndicate in a way that only he could. I have had very clear words about this in the past. I am not Ozy’s enemy, but we are not friends either. So why would you accuse me of helping a man that dominated Proving Ground ever since he came here? Do you wanna disrespect him?”
Elena could watch small sweat pearls forming on the girl's head. It was too easy to play them and way too much fun to stop now.
“You can only hope he didn’t hear that, doll. But I will overlook the fact that your IQ matches the one of a rock, right? I came here tonight for two things. I wanted to see Syndicate fail and I wanted to see Ozymandias succeed. And to have both things happen on the same night, in the same match- that was just a huge bonus. And it gave me the chance to be the first one to congratulate the new champion. Is that the answer you hoped for?”
The woman didn’t give a verbal answer but had the guts to step a little closer. She still held the microphone up. Awesome, more questions.
“Does that mean you and Ozymandias are a team now? An alliance?”
“One has to wonder who writes your questions for you. In your world showing respect, from one competitor to another, means the forming of a team. We ain’t gonna wear matching outfits in the future, I can assure you of that. Tonight just was gesture from a former champion to the new champion. Ever since I lost that title I wanted someone worthy to hold it. And excuse my language, but that fool Syndicate wasn't it.”
The woman was ready to interrupt her, but Elena gave her a warning look.
“This business is tricky, darling. We don’t always get what we deserve, leave alone being rewarded for the hard work we put in. Week after week, show after show we give it our very best. For what? For the audience. For management. But mostly we do this shit for ourselves. So in times where most people seem needy and filled with envy, I found tonight was setting the tone for a new era. Sure you can’t kill off all the huge egos in one strike, but you have to start somewhere.”
“Will we see more of Elena DeDraca on Proving Ground?”
The Fist of Hydra rolled her eyes in a manner she thought it was hearable.
“I got a contract with Project Honor. I got a contract that says Fallout. So guess what? My home is Fallout. But nowhere does it say that people of different brands can’t visit each other. But that doesn’t mean that I will forget where I am coming from. I am not made for fancy bullshit like this. I am a fighter at heart. The harder, the better.”
In her own typical way she stepped forward, almost touching nose with the interviewer. Elena looked down at her, making sure she had her full attention.
“But one thing for sure, shall I come here again- I want another interviewer. You are annoying in every way possible. And unfortunately you are not the brightest bulb in the building either.”
She then set herself in motion once more, passing by the young woman. She had only made a few steps before turning around, looking over her shoulder.
“Long live the LEGACY champion, Ozymandias.”
With that being said and a huge smile on her face the British Raven made her exit. Soon being caught by the darkness and out of sight.
LEARN THE FACTS [LERNE DIE FAKTEN]
Tick Tock
Your time is up.
Not every loss was painful. Not every win is important. Of course it was obvious that her in- ring return didn’t go as planned, but the message was still sent. Elena DeDraca was back. And despite the outcome she hadn’t lost an inch of her talent. And to be fully honest, who needed this win more than Jason Long? Exactly.
It was hard to find some silence in times like these, but her family respected her privacy. Today was no different. While Elena acted busy around the house, Mark took Izabella for a trip. She was certain he mentioned where they went, but now it seemed like information so far in the past. It didn’t really matter in the end, she knew he would always return with their little angel. No matter what happened in her life, those two were her anchors. The steady thing she could hold on to.
It was a well known fact that Elena DeDraca was a serious and deadly person. Sure, here and there she came off funny- but mostly those moments didn’t happen on purpose. Most of her life she spent in isolation. Sometimes chosen, often enough forced. Now in her adult life she had the privilege to choose. And while she did enjoy the company of some people, she was rarely found as part of a group.
HYDRA.
They are family.
With a busy schedule like hers it was often hard to appreciate all the good things she had. But she tried her hardest to remind herself on a regular basis. When sitting outside in her wintergarden it was like absorbing all the positive thoughts this mansion was filled with. All the laughter and happy thoughts. It was hard to be angry, or would be for someone else. Elena though alway found a reason to ruin her own mood. Maybe that was her biggest curse or flaw.
She had been scrolling through her phone lazily, not really interested but still somewhat invested. Everywhere she clicked one of her colleagues was holding their enormous faces into a camera. Almost out of habit she shrugged her shoulders before putting the phone down. That was the thing with people these days, they only lived on social media. Unless someone stepped on their toes- then not even that. For just a second she wondered if it was time to put on something more business like, but decided against it. The world shouldn’t care so much about her looks. But maybe they did.
There she was with her half destroyed ‘SLAYER’ shirt and those dark jeans. Barefoot and without makeup. Her hair caught in a ponytail. There was nothing glamorous about her appearance today. And she simply didn’t care.
“I know that there will be people out there judging me. Not only for my flaws but also my appearance today. To both, fuck you- I don’t care. We are coming together here today for what we call the business. You know, the thing I have been living and breathing for the past two decades. The same thing I seemed to do better than most, especially when it comes to Project Honor. But what happened? Has the mighty fallen off her throne? Is this the end or was there never really a beginning?”
The amusement on her face seemed real, but it didn’t match the rest of her vibes. The stoic and cold body language.
“You can not fall off a throne that you left yourself. I was tired of so many things before I took my break. So, maybe I wasn't giving a hundred percent in the match against Syndicate. Maybe I wasn't interested in the nonsense Arik Holt had in mind for my return. No offense, but I am not a well trained puppy. I am a fighter. I don’t wanna be put in stupid themed matches all the rest of my fucking career. But maybe it wasn't even this. Maybe somewhere in the back of my mind there was this small voice that kept whispering: It doesn’t matter. I didn’t need to win this Star in your arse battle, but Jason Long did. No offense to the pretty boy but he was on a huge losing streak in the past months. And that one win, will turn everything around for him.”
Elena bowed her head towards the camera. Her expression was still a mixture of everything going through her mind, but nothing to point out. She was leaning back on the comfortable wooden chair.
“And that is what we will need for this match. An angry Jason Long. One that almost drowns in his self- esteem. Which is exactly the boy I met when joining Project Honor. So congratulations and see you soon. But I guess the audience doesn’t care so much about all of this, they wanna see us rip each other apart. Like I could bark, my team is better than yours. Which is the truth, but we don’t wanna belittle the champions, do we?”
Another pause. She looked around, observing small details of the room. When she lifted her head to look up in the bright, blue sky- there was this smile again.
“I could tell you all the tales about people like Alyssa Grace or Ozy- your new LEGACY champion- but what for? First of all, I expect them to do that themselves. And second, when you are good at what you do- you don’t need to remind people through words. You just go out there and do your fucking fuck job. Something we should make a memo about, because I am afraid no one told True Society that. They are a big thing these days, or at least that’s what I have been told. But when looking over their history, there is one significant thing that jumps to my eye. All of them got a hint of success in my absence. We can have a discussion about that, but numbers and facts remain the same. Maybe True Society wouldn’t even be a thing if I hadn’t left for a while. Think about it.”
Using her index finger she pointed towards the side of her hate. Outside the wintergarden she watched a few birds fighting over a worm. Or at least that’s what it looked like. Not much different than all the attention seekers in this company, she thought to herself. Leeches at their best.
“I will start with the very obvious, because I don’t wanna spend time on a man that tried so hard to get under my skin. Of course, the coward that he is, he did that while I took time out. It must be hard for Syndicate to realize that everything I thought about you was correct. This win against me will forever be your greatest success. Not the title reign… oh wait, that one is over as well. But to a degree I feel flattered that I lived rent free in your head for so many months. I assume you have licked your wounds the past weeks, or maybe you have lost your shit- either way, we will meet again. And this time my friend, you will have no room for excuses. If I decide to take your head as a trophy, I will do exactly that. No hard feelings is so yesterday, you are not worth more than the dirt under my nails.”
A melodic laughter escaped her throat, for a moment her whole body was shaking. The long, black hair painted a perfect frame for her face.
“But that automatically leads to your stable partner. Havoc. Darling, how are you doing? I am sorry I didn’t pay you more attention the past weeks, I just wondered if you grew some balls. But I guess now. I mean that is the finishing touch when it comes to your personality. I came and stroked you down. And your reaction? You insult me in what you think is a colourful promotional piece? Some things never change, huh? You are weak, Havoc. You have never been anything else, but you tried to sell yourself as a big deal. And you got rewarded for cleaning Arik’s arse, probably in ways that we shall not discuss here. Younger viewers and all that. But what we can discuss is this, I will come for you. Again. And. Again. And as often as I want, till I decide that we are done. So do not feel safe and hide behind your buddies. I could have made my return in just any way I wanted, but I came for you. Do the math and if you can’t, I am sure Arik has people for that. But one thing I have already written down for you… unworthy.”
This time when she looked into the camera it was as if her face had frozen. It didn’t even seem as if she was breathing.
“Don’t pretend that I didn’t warn you. Because I did exactly that a long time ago. You waltzed in here thinking you are the big shit. And then what? You realized that you are nothing else than shit. Back then I also told you that I don’t hate you, Havoc. But the truth is this, people change and so do opinions. I think you are spineless. You sold yourself to someone that doesn’t give a shit about his roster. Sure, DeMarco was a narcissistic asshole. But Mister Holt has the personality of a weasel. The only reason he needs you? Oh well, he doesn’t. He wants to get in the twisted pants of Savannah Sunshine and that is all that matters to him. So time is obviously on my side. And maybe, when you least expect it- I will rip you another hole that is as useful as your title reign.”
As if she had a list in front of her Elena ran her eyes down over something. She was biting her bottom lip, trying to find the right words. The two birds outside seemed still pretty busy and there was no end in sight. Again, just like this damn company.
“Do they come cheaper when you buy them in big bags? Because that is what True Society reminds me of. I mean, it's not like they got any of the real talent- but at least they got lots of people. So the number game which I previously mentioned to young Mister Long Dong. Every soziopath and dictator counts on that. They don’t see their problem with that plan. At least not yet. But let me see, Valkyrie. Maybe a champion, but for how much longer? Did you even have a real challenger yet? You think that copying something you see on television will make you the next big thing. The only feeling you give me is repetition and boredom. And that is usually when I change the channel. But let me see, who else? Angelo Caito. No offense, but I never met a manly man called Angelo. And you certainly didn’t meet the match either. But I shouldn’t be this picky. You are a champion, so you obviously have done something right. So receive all my praise in the form of a slap right across the face.”
“But ladies and gentleman, that wasn't all. Casanova English. Did mommy make this happen for you? I mean still a better name than Syndicate, but still questionable. I remember you from some time ago. You had some potential but then you decided to roll with pigs. Those that get fed by someone like Arik Holt. If it wasn't that hilarious, I would honestly feel sorry for you. But you chose your bed and you might as well sleep in it. I don’t wanna call you the weakest link, but I think that is exactly who you are. I don’t know if it will be me or someone else, but I know one thing for sure- you will bleed come Fallout.”
Her eyes still wandered over everything that was going on around her, the two birds finally had made peace. But probably only because the weaker knew it was time to obey. And what did he get? A small piece of the worm. DAMN IT! Project Honor was filled with birds that fought for leftovers.
“And who are we missing? Ladies and gentleman, may I present to you- the one for the unwashed masses. The edgy princess of the universe and indeed your Noble champion… Billy Bennett. Did I do you justice, little mud? I think so. I have been in this business long enough to acknowledge people for what they have achieved. The only bitter thing about this is, the way you got the job done. By licking someone’s boots. I highly doubt you would be in this position if it wasn't for your master. But I am certain you received a cookie or two for being a good soldier. Sure you probably didn’t have a thought on your own in all your life, but that doesn’t make a difference. Let me think for a moment what I know about the person that is Billy Bennett.”
In a rather theatrical manner Elena rubbed her temples. She was fully aware that this looked odd, but then again odd was her thing. When she returned her focus to filming, her green eyes seemed a shade darker than usual.
“You talk a lot. Endless ramble about how good that you are and how you will destroy people. Congratulations. Not that hundreds before you have done exactly that, but hey- to each their own. What else? You remind me of one of those daily soaps. Nothing original and the outcome way too predictable. But again, obviously it seems to work for you. But I will tell you this, from someone that has done this a little longer than most- it will not work forever. People will figure you out and then they will get bored really quickly. It seems like you follow a script and that the words that escape your mouth are hardly your own. I might do you wrong with that, but when have I ever been wrong? You will come at us, at me, as hard as you can- but you are in no way ready for the backlash. You don’t face someone like Slade Castle, darling. You face some of the elite that Project Honor has to offer. Sure they don’t appreciate us, but we overcome their doubts. So give it your best shot Miss Bennett, but don’t make a fool out of yourself. Someone like me doesn’t need a championship belt to destroy someone like you. Fact.”
While talking she hadn’t realized that outside another day came to an end. There was no blue sky to look into anymore, night had arrived just like every other day. From a distance she spotted yellow eyes looking at her. She didn’t need to think about what this was, the predators of the night slowly awoke. They would always come to greet her.
“I shall not pretend that I have caught up on everything that happened in my absence. Or that I know every person on my team all that well. But I know we at least have one thing in common, we don’t like to lose. For example, Henry Lee Hyde. I don’t need to be friends with him to see he is one tough motherfucker. He will bite, crawl and stomp whoever comes in his way. And that is the kind of spirit we need for such matches. Or Mr. Wright. The boy seems slightly confused, but that doesn’t make him any less of a fighter. And then there is Alyssa. A lady I have heard of. She might hasn’t found her inner peace yet, but she is on the right path. And with that being said, I broke my own parol- I said I didn’t need to praise my own team. But it was too tempting considering who we have as opponents.”
Another laughter. Another shrugging of shoulders. Elena was in good spirits, even though those yellow eyes in the distance kept staring at her.
“Now you have three very hungry young bucks. And what else? Jason Long who is obviously on a killing mission. The boy was dangerous before, but now he seems really pissed. I like that a lot more than I should. I always said that if he puts his mind into it, he can be the next big thing. There are no boundaries anymore. And who else? Ozymandias. One should shudder when hearing this name. He did what fate had in mind of him. Closing the chapter of being a contender and finally became the champion of champions. It has been one of the best moments Project Honor had so far. I couldn’t be more proud of those boys. And last and maybe even least, you got me. A former 2 time Legacy champion. Someone that goes on 16-3 overall in Project Honor. I know people will make the mistake of thinking this will be easy work. That is the problem with the human race, isn’t it? They are so quick to forget. But what more shall I say?”
“If you ain’t worried yet, you will be. This is by no means a meeting of regular opponents. This is the start of a damn revolution. True Society will be destroyed. Bit by bit. Member by member. You can doubt this as much as you want, but come Fallout…”
“...It begins.”
[Aftermath Unbreakable Resolution II]
What a night to be alive.
What a night to be a wrestling fan.
It was hard to wipe off the grin that was plastered all over her face. It had been a while since she visited Proving Ground, but when she did- it was always worth a surprise. And tonight was no different. The tension between herself and the new crowned LEGACY champion was hard to miss. But the surprise was huge when she didn’t go for his throat. Instead she raised his arm as a gesture most would understand.
As a bonus she got to strike down Syndicate. The snake in the grass. All in all it was a rather successful evening for Elena DeDraca. She had only reached the backstage area when someone, she didn’t remember their name, held a microphone right under her nose. Now there were two options and outcomes. She could ignore the interviewer who undoubtedly wanted to talk about her motives. Or she could give the fans what they hungered for. The truth.
“ELENA! It is so great to see you here at a Proving Ground event… but the whole world dies to know one thing: Why?”
“Why? Why? That is the best you can come up with? Darling you are still as dull as you always have been. And don’t think I have forgotten you from my last visit here, when I was still your LEGACY champion. If you want me to answer your questions, become more precise or get out of my way.”
The interviewer took a step back. Maybe out of respect, but probably because of fear. She seemed to think for a moment before opening her mouth again. Elena’s expression wasn't all too inviting.
“Why did you come and help Ozymandias tonight?”
“Help? I didn’t help him at all. And why? Because he didn’t need any help. He is the one that beat Syndicate in a way that only he could. I have had very clear words about this in the past. I am not Ozy’s enemy, but we are not friends either. So why would you accuse me of helping a man that dominated Proving Ground ever since he came here? Do you wanna disrespect him?”
Elena could watch small sweat pearls forming on the girl's head. It was too easy to play them and way too much fun to stop now.
“You can only hope he didn’t hear that, doll. But I will overlook the fact that your IQ matches the one of a rock, right? I came here tonight for two things. I wanted to see Syndicate fail and I wanted to see Ozymandias succeed. And to have both things happen on the same night, in the same match- that was just a huge bonus. And it gave me the chance to be the first one to congratulate the new champion. Is that the answer you hoped for?”
The woman didn’t give a verbal answer but had the guts to step a little closer. She still held the microphone up. Awesome, more questions.
“Does that mean you and Ozymandias are a team now? An alliance?”
“One has to wonder who writes your questions for you. In your world showing respect, from one competitor to another, means the forming of a team. We ain’t gonna wear matching outfits in the future, I can assure you of that. Tonight just was gesture from a former champion to the new champion. Ever since I lost that title I wanted someone worthy to hold it. And excuse my language, but that fool Syndicate wasn't it.”
The woman was ready to interrupt her, but Elena gave her a warning look.
“This business is tricky, darling. We don’t always get what we deserve, leave alone being rewarded for the hard work we put in. Week after week, show after show we give it our very best. For what? For the audience. For management. But mostly we do this shit for ourselves. So in times where most people seem needy and filled with envy, I found tonight was setting the tone for a new era. Sure you can’t kill off all the huge egos in one strike, but you have to start somewhere.”
“Will we see more of Elena DeDraca on Proving Ground?”
The Fist of Hydra rolled her eyes in a manner she thought it was hearable.
“I got a contract with Project Honor. I got a contract that says Fallout. So guess what? My home is Fallout. But nowhere does it say that people of different brands can’t visit each other. But that doesn’t mean that I will forget where I am coming from. I am not made for fancy bullshit like this. I am a fighter at heart. The harder, the better.”
In her own typical way she stepped forward, almost touching nose with the interviewer. Elena looked down at her, making sure she had her full attention.
“But one thing for sure, shall I come here again- I want another interviewer. You are annoying in every way possible. And unfortunately you are not the brightest bulb in the building either.”
She then set herself in motion once more, passing by the young woman. She had only made a few steps before turning around, looking over her shoulder.
“Long live the LEGACY champion, Ozymandias.”
With that being said and a huge smile on her face the British Raven made her exit. Soon being caught by the darkness and out of sight.
LEARN THE FACTS [LERNE DIE FAKTEN]
Tick Tock
Your time is up.
Not every loss was painful. Not every win is important. Of course it was obvious that her in- ring return didn’t go as planned, but the message was still sent. Elena DeDraca was back. And despite the outcome she hadn’t lost an inch of her talent. And to be fully honest, who needed this win more than Jason Long? Exactly.
It was hard to find some silence in times like these, but her family respected her privacy. Today was no different. While Elena acted busy around the house, Mark took Izabella for a trip. She was certain he mentioned where they went, but now it seemed like information so far in the past. It didn’t really matter in the end, she knew he would always return with their little angel. No matter what happened in her life, those two were her anchors. The steady thing she could hold on to.
It was a well known fact that Elena DeDraca was a serious and deadly person. Sure, here and there she came off funny- but mostly those moments didn’t happen on purpose. Most of her life she spent in isolation. Sometimes chosen, often enough forced. Now in her adult life she had the privilege to choose. And while she did enjoy the company of some people, she was rarely found as part of a group.
HYDRA.
They are family.
With a busy schedule like hers it was often hard to appreciate all the good things she had. But she tried her hardest to remind herself on a regular basis. When sitting outside in her wintergarden it was like absorbing all the positive thoughts this mansion was filled with. All the laughter and happy thoughts. It was hard to be angry, or would be for someone else. Elena though alway found a reason to ruin her own mood. Maybe that was her biggest curse or flaw.
She had been scrolling through her phone lazily, not really interested but still somewhat invested. Everywhere she clicked one of her colleagues was holding their enormous faces into a camera. Almost out of habit she shrugged her shoulders before putting the phone down. That was the thing with people these days, they only lived on social media. Unless someone stepped on their toes- then not even that. For just a second she wondered if it was time to put on something more business like, but decided against it. The world shouldn’t care so much about her looks. But maybe they did.
There she was with her half destroyed ‘SLAYER’ shirt and those dark jeans. Barefoot and without makeup. Her hair caught in a ponytail. There was nothing glamorous about her appearance today. And she simply didn’t care.
“I know that there will be people out there judging me. Not only for my flaws but also my appearance today. To both, fuck you- I don’t care. We are coming together here today for what we call the business. You know, the thing I have been living and breathing for the past two decades. The same thing I seemed to do better than most, especially when it comes to Project Honor. But what happened? Has the mighty fallen off her throne? Is this the end or was there never really a beginning?”
The amusement on her face seemed real, but it didn’t match the rest of her vibes. The stoic and cold body language.
“You can not fall off a throne that you left yourself. I was tired of so many things before I took my break. So, maybe I wasn't giving a hundred percent in the match against Syndicate. Maybe I wasn't interested in the nonsense Arik Holt had in mind for my return. No offense, but I am not a well trained puppy. I am a fighter. I don’t wanna be put in stupid themed matches all the rest of my fucking career. But maybe it wasn't even this. Maybe somewhere in the back of my mind there was this small voice that kept whispering: It doesn’t matter. I didn’t need to win this Star in your arse battle, but Jason Long did. No offense to the pretty boy but he was on a huge losing streak in the past months. And that one win, will turn everything around for him.”
Elena bowed her head towards the camera. Her expression was still a mixture of everything going through her mind, but nothing to point out. She was leaning back on the comfortable wooden chair.
“And that is what we will need for this match. An angry Jason Long. One that almost drowns in his self- esteem. Which is exactly the boy I met when joining Project Honor. So congratulations and see you soon. But I guess the audience doesn’t care so much about all of this, they wanna see us rip each other apart. Like I could bark, my team is better than yours. Which is the truth, but we don’t wanna belittle the champions, do we?”
Another pause. She looked around, observing small details of the room. When she lifted her head to look up in the bright, blue sky- there was this smile again.
“I could tell you all the tales about people like Alyssa Grace or Ozy- your new LEGACY champion- but what for? First of all, I expect them to do that themselves. And second, when you are good at what you do- you don’t need to remind people through words. You just go out there and do your fucking fuck job. Something we should make a memo about, because I am afraid no one told True Society that. They are a big thing these days, or at least that’s what I have been told. But when looking over their history, there is one significant thing that jumps to my eye. All of them got a hint of success in my absence. We can have a discussion about that, but numbers and facts remain the same. Maybe True Society wouldn’t even be a thing if I hadn’t left for a while. Think about it.”
Using her index finger she pointed towards the side of her hate. Outside the wintergarden she watched a few birds fighting over a worm. Or at least that’s what it looked like. Not much different than all the attention seekers in this company, she thought to herself. Leeches at their best.
“I will start with the very obvious, because I don’t wanna spend time on a man that tried so hard to get under my skin. Of course, the coward that he is, he did that while I took time out. It must be hard for Syndicate to realize that everything I thought about you was correct. This win against me will forever be your greatest success. Not the title reign… oh wait, that one is over as well. But to a degree I feel flattered that I lived rent free in your head for so many months. I assume you have licked your wounds the past weeks, or maybe you have lost your shit- either way, we will meet again. And this time my friend, you will have no room for excuses. If I decide to take your head as a trophy, I will do exactly that. No hard feelings is so yesterday, you are not worth more than the dirt under my nails.”
A melodic laughter escaped her throat, for a moment her whole body was shaking. The long, black hair painted a perfect frame for her face.
“But that automatically leads to your stable partner. Havoc. Darling, how are you doing? I am sorry I didn’t pay you more attention the past weeks, I just wondered if you grew some balls. But I guess now. I mean that is the finishing touch when it comes to your personality. I came and stroked you down. And your reaction? You insult me in what you think is a colourful promotional piece? Some things never change, huh? You are weak, Havoc. You have never been anything else, but you tried to sell yourself as a big deal. And you got rewarded for cleaning Arik’s arse, probably in ways that we shall not discuss here. Younger viewers and all that. But what we can discuss is this, I will come for you. Again. And. Again. And as often as I want, till I decide that we are done. So do not feel safe and hide behind your buddies. I could have made my return in just any way I wanted, but I came for you. Do the math and if you can’t, I am sure Arik has people for that. But one thing I have already written down for you… unworthy.”
This time when she looked into the camera it was as if her face had frozen. It didn’t even seem as if she was breathing.
“Don’t pretend that I didn’t warn you. Because I did exactly that a long time ago. You waltzed in here thinking you are the big shit. And then what? You realized that you are nothing else than shit. Back then I also told you that I don’t hate you, Havoc. But the truth is this, people change and so do opinions. I think you are spineless. You sold yourself to someone that doesn’t give a shit about his roster. Sure, DeMarco was a narcissistic asshole. But Mister Holt has the personality of a weasel. The only reason he needs you? Oh well, he doesn’t. He wants to get in the twisted pants of Savannah Sunshine and that is all that matters to him. So time is obviously on my side. And maybe, when you least expect it- I will rip you another hole that is as useful as your title reign.”
As if she had a list in front of her Elena ran her eyes down over something. She was biting her bottom lip, trying to find the right words. The two birds outside seemed still pretty busy and there was no end in sight. Again, just like this damn company.
“Do they come cheaper when you buy them in big bags? Because that is what True Society reminds me of. I mean, it's not like they got any of the real talent- but at least they got lots of people. So the number game which I previously mentioned to young Mister Long Dong. Every soziopath and dictator counts on that. They don’t see their problem with that plan. At least not yet. But let me see, Valkyrie. Maybe a champion, but for how much longer? Did you even have a real challenger yet? You think that copying something you see on television will make you the next big thing. The only feeling you give me is repetition and boredom. And that is usually when I change the channel. But let me see, who else? Angelo Caito. No offense, but I never met a manly man called Angelo. And you certainly didn’t meet the match either. But I shouldn’t be this picky. You are a champion, so you obviously have done something right. So receive all my praise in the form of a slap right across the face.”
“But ladies and gentleman, that wasn't all. Casanova English. Did mommy make this happen for you? I mean still a better name than Syndicate, but still questionable. I remember you from some time ago. You had some potential but then you decided to roll with pigs. Those that get fed by someone like Arik Holt. If it wasn't that hilarious, I would honestly feel sorry for you. But you chose your bed and you might as well sleep in it. I don’t wanna call you the weakest link, but I think that is exactly who you are. I don’t know if it will be me or someone else, but I know one thing for sure- you will bleed come Fallout.”
Her eyes still wandered over everything that was going on around her, the two birds finally had made peace. But probably only because the weaker knew it was time to obey. And what did he get? A small piece of the worm. DAMN IT! Project Honor was filled with birds that fought for leftovers.
“And who are we missing? Ladies and gentleman, may I present to you- the one for the unwashed masses. The edgy princess of the universe and indeed your Noble champion… Billy Bennett. Did I do you justice, little mud? I think so. I have been in this business long enough to acknowledge people for what they have achieved. The only bitter thing about this is, the way you got the job done. By licking someone’s boots. I highly doubt you would be in this position if it wasn't for your master. But I am certain you received a cookie or two for being a good soldier. Sure you probably didn’t have a thought on your own in all your life, but that doesn’t make a difference. Let me think for a moment what I know about the person that is Billy Bennett.”
In a rather theatrical manner Elena rubbed her temples. She was fully aware that this looked odd, but then again odd was her thing. When she returned her focus to filming, her green eyes seemed a shade darker than usual.
“You talk a lot. Endless ramble about how good that you are and how you will destroy people. Congratulations. Not that hundreds before you have done exactly that, but hey- to each their own. What else? You remind me of one of those daily soaps. Nothing original and the outcome way too predictable. But again, obviously it seems to work for you. But I will tell you this, from someone that has done this a little longer than most- it will not work forever. People will figure you out and then they will get bored really quickly. It seems like you follow a script and that the words that escape your mouth are hardly your own. I might do you wrong with that, but when have I ever been wrong? You will come at us, at me, as hard as you can- but you are in no way ready for the backlash. You don’t face someone like Slade Castle, darling. You face some of the elite that Project Honor has to offer. Sure they don’t appreciate us, but we overcome their doubts. So give it your best shot Miss Bennett, but don’t make a fool out of yourself. Someone like me doesn’t need a championship belt to destroy someone like you. Fact.”
While talking she hadn’t realized that outside another day came to an end. There was no blue sky to look into anymore, night had arrived just like every other day. From a distance she spotted yellow eyes looking at her. She didn’t need to think about what this was, the predators of the night slowly awoke. They would always come to greet her.
“I shall not pretend that I have caught up on everything that happened in my absence. Or that I know every person on my team all that well. But I know we at least have one thing in common, we don’t like to lose. For example, Henry Lee Hyde. I don’t need to be friends with him to see he is one tough motherfucker. He will bite, crawl and stomp whoever comes in his way. And that is the kind of spirit we need for such matches. Or Mr. Wright. The boy seems slightly confused, but that doesn’t make him any less of a fighter. And then there is Alyssa. A lady I have heard of. She might hasn’t found her inner peace yet, but she is on the right path. And with that being said, I broke my own parol- I said I didn’t need to praise my own team. But it was too tempting considering who we have as opponents.”
Another laughter. Another shrugging of shoulders. Elena was in good spirits, even though those yellow eyes in the distance kept staring at her.
“Now you have three very hungry young bucks. And what else? Jason Long who is obviously on a killing mission. The boy was dangerous before, but now he seems really pissed. I like that a lot more than I should. I always said that if he puts his mind into it, he can be the next big thing. There are no boundaries anymore. And who else? Ozymandias. One should shudder when hearing this name. He did what fate had in mind of him. Closing the chapter of being a contender and finally became the champion of champions. It has been one of the best moments Project Honor had so far. I couldn’t be more proud of those boys. And last and maybe even least, you got me. A former 2 time Legacy champion. Someone that goes on 16-3 overall in Project Honor. I know people will make the mistake of thinking this will be easy work. That is the problem with the human race, isn’t it? They are so quick to forget. But what more shall I say?”
“If you ain’t worried yet, you will be. This is by no means a meeting of regular opponents. This is the start of a damn revolution. True Society will be destroyed. Bit by bit. Member by member. You can doubt this as much as you want, but come Fallout…”
“...It begins.”
[FIST OF HYDRA]
