Post by Alice Gemini on Jan 27, 2023 15:47:19 GMT -5
ACT 1: Pathetic Legacy “What makes Henry Lancaster different? What separates this chiseled adonis from the rest of the rich uptight pieces of shit that walk around in AW? You waltzed your way in and took shots at John Black and Jonny Cedrone and suddenly now you think you’re the fucking man because you did what a lot of us have already done. Send as many creepy butlers as you want to spy on me and learn more information because you need those sorts of advantages don’t you? You’re no different than Jill Park, Regan Vorhees, or even Serenity Holmes. When I see you I don’t see a genuine threat, I see a scared little boy who’s afraid of letting his family down and putting another ugly mark on the Lancaster name. You’re almost 40 years old, unmarried, and without an heir to take over your fancy names and mansion so what do you do to try and rectify that? You crawl over to a pro wrestling promotion and assume you’re going to conquer it like some general in a war to make your frozen and rotting father happy. Yeah, I can do some snooping too, believe it or not. The difference though is that I’m not a pussy and I’ll do everything myself. I was in the ring this past Monday talking shit about you and where were you? Why didn’t you come down to the ring to shut me up? You’re afraid of me because when you lose then where do you go from there? Back to the estate where your mother is likely sleeping with the pool boys while you desperately try to bring honor back to the family name but how can that be possible when you’re just a cuck with a dead family? You were never even meant to be the head of your household though were you? Your poor brother was supposed to be the Viscount of Bullshit but now here you are by default. As if you hadn't disappointed your father enough you decide this is what you wanted to do with your piles of money. What would Thomas think about this? He died brutally in a car crash and instead of honoring him and continuing your fortune, you become a pro wrestler with not a clue of what direction to go in. It’s pathetic, you’re pathetic. I fully anticipate you shooting back and talking about my dead parents and that’s fine! I’ll talk shit about my dead dad too because I hated the fucker so whatever shit you need to spew out of your dirty mouth filled with yellow teeth then go right the fuck ahead. I’m sure when I talk about papa Lancaster though, that’s gotta make your skin crawl and you wanna pound me into the ground, and as fun as that may sound, the only one going into the ground is you, Henry. I’m going to ensure that you fit perfectly right next to Papa Lancaster and Thomas that way you’ll at least be honoring them by falling in battle like many past Lancaster's surely did. Instead, you’ll try and try to put me down and prove your worth to everyone else but you’re just going to end up crying in the corner like the rich little cuck you are." ACT 2: Eat the Rich Alice sits on top of a water tower with the black midnight sky without a single star in view. Sitting next to her is her best friend Cherry Vega who has a bandana covering her mouth. Alice dangles her legs off the railing and swings them with a small grin and a twinkle in her eyes. The camera pans out and shows a large building that was set ablaze. Alice watches the flames burn higher and causing more chaos and the higher it grows, the wider her smile becomes. She giggles to herself while continuously staring at the burning building. Cherry pulls her bandana down and looks at Alice with concern. “Hey… What a sight huh?” Alice doesn’t answer as she can’t bring herself to stop staring at the flames with pure amazement and excitement. “Ya know, Cherry. This might’ve been the best thing we’ve ever done. I’ve never been happier.” Cherry just smiles at Alice and places her head on Alice’s shoulder. The reflection of her eyes shows the flames. “Eat the rich. Burn every last one of those motherfuckers down to the ground and leave them nothing but a pile of ash. I’ve never been jealous of them because I’d never want to be one of them. I have absolutely zero sympathies for these fuckers and everything bad that happens to them is very well deserved.” Cherry lifts her head off of Alice and notices how quickly her demeanor changes from excitement to her lip now quivering with anger and her legs no longer swinging. “They hoard their money like how fat pigs hoard their food. They mess with less fortunate people's lives, price gouging the fucking poor, debt, shady scams, and the drug peddling of pharmaceuticals. When will it fucking end, Cherry? How long before people start realizing this shit and start another revolution? These millionaires and billionaires don’t ever share their wealth with the ones who need it, the ones like us when we were growing up in the ghetto of Chicago. They’re always just going to be selfish and disgusting bastards who don’t care about the lives of the small folk.” Alice stands up with her fists clenched and grinding her teeth. The reflection of the flames still bounced off of her eyes. “Ya know, more often than not, those rich fucks don’t even earn it. They don’t earn a single fucking thing they have. It’s always inherited, lucked their way into it, or exploited so many people that didn’t deserve it. I hate them, Cherry. Nobody owes anyone anything but there’s fuck all that people like us can do unless we make their heads roll…” Cherry stares at Alice whose full body is shaking with rage. “They want to be selfish and hoard their money? Fuck em, I hope they all burn in the deepest parts of hell and even then, that’d be too good. Poverty is at an all- time high and they do nothing. Not for the poor who desperately need that extra push to save their lives, not for the children stuck in hospitals who need the money for their lives to be saved. They’d rather buy more sports teams or enhance their own lives and everyone else around them can go fuck themselves.” Alice finally looks away from the burning mansion that now has several fire trucks and police cars surrounding it attempting to put it out. She bends down to look Cherry in the eyes and grasps her cheek softly. “This is what SFG always stood for, Cherry. To be the ones to burn the rich and better our lives alongside the ones who were forced to suffer alongside us. To be- to be the anti-heroes that only exist in fiction and to have everyone cheering us on and supporting us as we break into those locked up golden vaults and take everything from them the way they TOOK FROM US!” Alice begins laughing hysterically as a single gangster tear runs down her face. ACT 3: 21st Marquess of Wessex “You Motherfucker… You withdrew all of your family's financial aid from a hospital to support your fascination with combat sports. You are the scum of the fucking earth. I share a disdain with fans of wrestling most of the time as well but to do something as heinous and depraved as that is just on another level. Don’t take that as a compliment either you stupid fucking bastard, I’ll take an axe to the back of your head so fast. Your father and brother may be burning in hell for the rest of eternity and their corpses are being eaten by worms as I speak but at the very least they still gave money to the hospital and that’s still commendable in a way and what have you done? What have you fucking done, Henry? ANSWER ME! You’re just a child with play money who doesn’t know what to do with it. Grow up and look yourself in the mirror and realize how much of a disgusting pig you are compared to every other Lancaster in your family tree. In another century when you’re long gone and your family name has been wiped from the history books and the next generation looks on and they’ll see your smudged portrait because your own mother is going to be so disappointed in you that she had no choice but to your burn you off of the tree and thus, Henry Lancaster ceases to exist. By all means though, enjoy your stint with pro wrestling and I hope you have as much fun as you can because it’s going to be a short page in the Lancaster book. The final sentence of your entry will just read “The failure of William Lancaster” and it’ll be MY face at the end because once I’m through punishing you with everything you deserve, I’m going to be the 21st Marquess of Wessex. I’m taking over your estate, everything you own, and every title you have and then I’m going to kick your mother out and I’m going to laugh and enjoy every single fucking second of her holding up a cardboard sign by the nearest pub where she inevitably becomes the next Aileen Wuornos and desecrates your fucking legacy even worse. You’ll be long gone however and I’ll still be here and I’m sure somehow John Black and Jonny Cedrone will also outlast you. You’re nothing but a flash in the pan, a flavor of the month and at Gold Rush, I’m going to prove that. The United States title is the second most important thing to me in this match. The most important is embarrassing you and ensuring that you never show your face in Action Wrestling ever again. So while you still have a chance, I’d make the reservation for Dorsia and enjoy it while you still have the money to afford it.” ACT 4: For Me “Cherry, have I ever told you what my goal was before we met?” Alice turns her head to Cherry after several minutes of sitting in their car alone watching the Firefighters put out the flaming mansion. “I don’t think so? You have a lot of different goals so I'm not sure which one you’re referring to.” Cherry giggles but Alice doesn’t share the same emotion. “Ironically enough, I wanted to help people. I want to believe I still do in a way by providing them with the most entertaining matches available. That’s why I call myself The Draw, because they want to see me. They want to see me because I’m the most entertaining and vicious bitch to watch on wrestling television.” “I completely agree! I see people wearing your shirts every day in Chicago. We all love and look up to you there.” “That’s not good enough though, Cherry! I believe everyone deserves a better life in one way or another despite how I feel about the awful people that walk among us every day of our lives and most of the time, we don’t know it. I present myself as an awful person and sometimes, maybe I am but that’s what those degenerates need. They love it when I trash them and spit on them because that’s what humans love. They love mean evil bitches that will hurl insults at everyone and I have no problem being that mean evil bitch. Not in the same way as some of those annoying blonde cunts but I do it because that’s what we all love to fucking watch. I’ll never be one of those ‘babyfaces’ that tell kids to take their vitamins and drink their milk. I’m the sort of role model to tell kids to beat the shit out of their bullies and to not let adults wearing suits control them.” Alice starts up the car and pulls out of the lone parking spot by the water tower. Cherry watches Alice struggle internally as she drives past the burning mansion. “You don’t need to be perfect, Alice.” Alice peeks over at Cherry through her peripheral and quickly returns her gaze to the road. “Yes I do… I have to.” “Why? Win, lose, or draw we all still love you just as much. That includes your fans! They love you for how you present yourself, not because of your win-loss record.” “FOR ME! For me… Cherry.” The car goes silent and only the moving tires on the road can be heard. “If I can’t prove it to myself then what’s the point?” Alice breaks the silence with an emotional knot in her throat. “Oh, Alice…” “I battle myself every day because my inner thoughts try to convince me that I’m not good enough. That I can’t be a champion, that I’m not attractive enough, that I’m all of my friends’ last option for fucks sake. I just… don’t feel worthwhile and when I’m in that ring and my hand is raised in victory, I feel special and important. Without wrestling and music, I’m nothing. Maybe that’s how it was always supposed to be though. The meanest bitch from the meanest city works her way up to glory and finally gets out of the hood.” “And you did just that! You’re always my first option and you always will be and I hate that you even think otherwise. You’re the baddest bitch that had to grow up with a chip on her damn shoulder. Those rich people whose house we burnt down can just buy another one like it was nothing. If we burn down the people themselves, that can’t be replaced. That dickhead Henry Lancaster isn’t going to be ready for the brutality you bring every single time you step through those ropes with your middle fingers all the way up in the sky. Fuck spies, fuck money, fuck legacy, you can’t buy being the Brutal Bitch.” A smile returns to Alice’s face and she lifts her fist up and Cherry bumps it with a snarl of her nose and a devilish smile. ACT 5: Surrounded by Fear and Dead Men “Answer me this, Henry. Are you willing to die for this Championship? Because somebody’s going to and It’s not going to be me. You might have me surrounded by your men right now for all I know listening in on every single word I’m saying and I hope they do relay every. Single. Fucking. Word. All I’m surrounded by is fear and dead men. I’ll take them all on at the same time If I have to and I’ll hunt down the ones that try and run and I’m going to send you a box of all their collective ties so that you know, you fucked up, Henry. Off my meds or on my meds it doesn’t make a difference how badly you’re going to suffer and wish you never signed that dotted line that Torture handed you. Once a woman who’s over 100 pounds less than you drops you on your head and sends you running to the back while the crowd points and laughs at you, I want YOU to never come back and I mean that from the bottom of my black and soulless heart. Your purpose is to be my bitch and I really hope you fulfill that duty for the sake of your own health and family because we know you’re not exactly great at keeping your word or fulfilling duties and if you’re not good at either of those then what kind of man are you? I’m more of a man than you’ll ever be, pussy. Bring the deed to your fortune too because I’m not kidding when I say I’m gonna be number 21. I might even fly out to Britain and check out my new estate. Maybe even pay a visit to the deceased out there with my ‘ol sledgehammer that really likes the taste of headstones. Would you even care if I destroyed your family graves? Seems to me you were just waiting for them to die anyways so you can do whatever the fuck you want, right? Right. Pull up to San Francisco and meet your untimely demise in what will surely feel like a car crash to end all car crashes. It’d be quite poetic though and I think your brother would really enjoy that sight. Too bad he can’t look up too well to witness it. I’ll see you soon, cuck.” Epilogue Alice exits her car after dropping off Cherry and begins walking towards her front door but stops to throw any evidence of her starting that fire in her trash can. She pulls her keys out and before she unlocks the door she pauses and peeks over her shoulder. She listens to the very subtle sound of a bush moving and puts her keys back in her pocket and moves towards the bush with haste. Without saying a single word she delivers a dropkick to the bush and out pops a well-dressed balding man with a mustache. “Please, I’m just doing my job!” The man pleads from on his back. Alice grabs him by the collar of his jacket and gets uncomfortably close to his face. “I want you to send a message for our dear Marquess.” She says with a scarily positive tone and not blinking once. “A-anything. Just don’t hurt me, Madam.” “I’m going poaching for a certain Golden Lion.” Alice drops him and delivers a straight punch right to the balding man's nose. He begins gushing blood and runs off moping. Alice chuckles to herself and takes her keys back out and casually enters her home as if nothing happened. |
