When you enter hell, only the devil can save you
Nov 6, 2020 2:21:27 GMT -5
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Post by Corey Bull on Nov 6, 2020 2:21:27 GMT -5
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“If I didn’t know better, I’d say the Action gods are smiling down on my Hatebringer.”
**Loa stands before you as the lights snap on her. Smoke rolls around her feet and near her waist. Hands balled into fists and resting on either side of her cocked hips, she is dressed to kill. Black and white skull face paint gives her a look of sinister. Her little black dress though, is something out of a punk catalog. Shredded fishnets and knee high boots finish off this ensemble of sinister and sweet.**
“But I do know better. This isn’t the Action gods smiling down on my Hatebringer. This is because management needs a clean up in aisle two. And while I would love to tell you about the real piece of garbage in ten days, he is not the important mess that needs cleaning this week. Instead I will turn everyone’s attention to their internal monitors. Please take a moment to remember Ash Blake.”
**A subtle pause, long enough to count a breath.**
“Now that we have the small details out of the way, let me cut to the chase Ash. You put up a good persona. Pretty girl, sweet disposition, a seemingly genuine respect for the business and even the majority of her competitors. But I can feel my teeth rot just looking at you. What I see is a honey trap that you have managed to lure in your competition with. But your competition did not have me to be a buffer for your bullshit.”
**A smile, not sweet but not yet sinister.**
“And one just has to look over your shoulder to see the crap that stands with you. Philidor Holdings. I’ve been watching Ash and to date, you’ve gotten lucky. Lucky as in there not being a need for your “friends”. But I can already see what is going to happen here. You’ll put up a good fight, but when Philidor and the rest of the world witness just how outmatched you are, your companions will file out of the back like rats on a sinking ship. Because to this point, you are the only reason Philidor means anything here. And when they come to the ring, I have only three words for them.”
**Loa’s smile slides to sinister**
“Bring it on.”
**Loa giggles a little, something demonic and seductive in the same giggle.**
“The truth is Ash that you and Philidor Holdings can’t fill anything, now will you be holding anything for much longer. Because you are not a match for the force that is about to come to that ring Monday and wring your pretty little neck. It is the truth, no matter how much you paint this up as a challenge for you. No matter how much sugar you spill out of your pot to make it sound like you actually respect my Hatebringer. And I am sure, like every other poor lost soul, you will somehow make a note of his past and think that is the monster you are dealing with. And you will be coy with your insults, but I am not in a coy mood you fake little bitch. There won’t be any read between the line moments with me Ash, I’m as straight up as they come this week. You Ash Blake are a liar, you have always been a liar, and you will be nothing more than a liar. You spew your rhetoric life coaching crap, some sick little recording stuck on a special form of repeat, where you say the same shit over and over, but you make it sound different each and every time. And this week you stand across from a monster, someone who has seen so many doctors with the same degree as you, and watched as so many of them drove themselves mad trying to unravel the paradox that is my Hatebringer.”
**Loa closes her eyes and shakes her head no slowly, a small tsking sound escaping her mouth**
“Your psych degree won’t save you. Your cynicism will not be your saving grace. Your high flying style and the ground and pound game you play will not result in a win, but a lot of broken bones. Not even the ancient symbol of the scarab will offer you its protection from my Hatebringer, a clear example of resurrection and transformation. You will be sacrificed Ash. I will watch my Hatebringer sap your will to fight. I will watch my Hatebringer break your spirit. And once I see that your soul is ripe for collection, I will watch my Hatebringer snap your body into a sick version of a pretzel. And then I will watch my Hatebringer send you home with the participation trophy of being the longest reigning Television Champion, for now.”
**Out of the smoke glides the Hatebringer. No noise is heard, he just is. His large frame stands directly behind Loa. He cocks his head and points a finger directly at Ash Blake, wherever she is. His deep voice rolls out like a semi on the interstate**
“When you enter hell, only the devil can save you. I will baptize you in your own blood and offer you your salvation in pain. Not only will you know fear and suffering beyond anything you have dealt with before...but you will beg me to make it all go away. And I will take that shiny piece of metal off of your corpse. No MoRe NiCe ThInGs for you Ash Blake.”