ジェノサイド Genocide
Nov 19, 2020 20:21:47 GMT -5
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Post by Psycho Vulcan Sentai (Kaz) on Nov 19, 2020 20:21:47 GMT -5
Dearly departed
We should have never started
This fuckin white devil
Ain’t got no god damn heart
Kid
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“Ladies 😉 and gentlemen. My name is Vincent “Buddy” Roman and MY S...”
A gauntleted hand extends out of view of the camera and stops Buddy Roman in his tracks. Psycho Vulcan Sentai steps into frame, the Cruiserweight Championship slung over his shoulder. His face is entirely devoid of any emotion, save for one.
Apathy.
“JC. Buddy Roman. You already know who I am. The REIGNING, DEFENDING, CONQUERING, CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMPION! I already know you, too. You’re the rubber toothed number one contender to this...”
Kaz holds the Cruiserweight Championship into your face.
“...and the dumb, delusional asshole who thinks he’s going to beat me for it. Let me set one thing straight, Keeton: as long as I willingly hold this, you will never be Cruiserweight Champion. I implore you to throw everything in your playbook at me just so there isn’t a single excuse left, because I’m tired of hearing them.
“He didn’t pin me so TECHNICALLY...”
Kaz shakes his head.
“Technically, no, I didn’t. But factually, you’re still a loser Keeton. It doesn’t matter if I pinned Carnivore, you still didn’t pin me. I can’t believe I have to stand here and lay this out for you. I know you’re young, Keeton. I know you have an ax to grind and a chip on your shoulder, but so do I, and I press the issue on sight. The reason I let Buddy do the talking for me is simple: you aren’t ready to be let into the mind of Mazy. You thought I was a tough nut to crack before, but you haven’t seen anything yet.
“You and I just aren’t cut from the same cloth, Keeton, we’re two completely different materials. You might be the finest cotton, kid, but I’m hardened granite. No matter what you throw at me, I don’t bend or break. Even in this Cruiserweight division, there’s levels and layers to this that your childish mind will never be able to comprehend. You couldn’t stack up to me even if I gave you a leg up and believe me, I’m done giving.
“Inside of that ring at Turmoil, that fifteen by twenty, I’m going to give you one final chance to prove your mettle. I’m going to give you one final chance to come at me, not as that angry boy, but as a grown man, because if you’ve given me everything you’ve got already? Everything you’ve got isn’t enough.
“I’m not giving anymore. Now, I’m just going to take. I’m going to take this opportunity of yours and I’m going to crush it front of your eyes. I’m going to take your boyhood dream and turn it into your adult nightmare. I’m going to take this chance to bring some gold into The Lost Breed fold and melt it down to nothing. I’m going to take your name printed on the banner and burn it to cinder and ash.
“Keeton, you don’t even know me. You have absolutely no clue what I’m capable of and no brains to afford a clue. I’m going to kick your head clean off your shoulders at Turmoil, pick it up off the ground, and then drive it so hard into the mat the rest of your body is still gonna feel the impact.
“I’m not doing this for the championship. I’m not doing this for myself. I’m doing this because HE can’t anymore. If you’re wondering what I’m talking about, you and I don’t even speak the same language so don’t worry about it. Just know, that at Turmoil, I’m coming for everything you have. This is genocide.
“I don’t want the money from the tape, boy. I want the blood from the kill.”
Kaz holds the Cruiserweight Championship high into the air as Buddy Roman looks on in wide eyed astonishment. Psycho Vulcan Sentai keeps his pose for several seconds, staring dead eyed into the camera. Finally, he walks out of frame and sight. Buddy shakes off the shock and adjusts his tie and suit jacket.
“C-Conquer...”
His voice falters, for just a second.
“Conquer. The. Hate.”
We should have never started
This fuckin white devil
Ain’t got no god damn heart
Kid
____________________________________________
“Ladies 😉 and gentlemen. My name is Vincent “Buddy” Roman and MY S...”
A gauntleted hand extends out of view of the camera and stops Buddy Roman in his tracks. Psycho Vulcan Sentai steps into frame, the Cruiserweight Championship slung over his shoulder. His face is entirely devoid of any emotion, save for one.
Apathy.
“JC. Buddy Roman. You already know who I am. The REIGNING, DEFENDING, CONQUERING, CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMPION! I already know you, too. You’re the rubber toothed number one contender to this...”
Kaz holds the Cruiserweight Championship into your face.
“...and the dumb, delusional asshole who thinks he’s going to beat me for it. Let me set one thing straight, Keeton: as long as I willingly hold this, you will never be Cruiserweight Champion. I implore you to throw everything in your playbook at me just so there isn’t a single excuse left, because I’m tired of hearing them.
“He didn’t pin me so TECHNICALLY...”
Kaz shakes his head.
“Technically, no, I didn’t. But factually, you’re still a loser Keeton. It doesn’t matter if I pinned Carnivore, you still didn’t pin me. I can’t believe I have to stand here and lay this out for you. I know you’re young, Keeton. I know you have an ax to grind and a chip on your shoulder, but so do I, and I press the issue on sight. The reason I let Buddy do the talking for me is simple: you aren’t ready to be let into the mind of Mazy. You thought I was a tough nut to crack before, but you haven’t seen anything yet.
“You and I just aren’t cut from the same cloth, Keeton, we’re two completely different materials. You might be the finest cotton, kid, but I’m hardened granite. No matter what you throw at me, I don’t bend or break. Even in this Cruiserweight division, there’s levels and layers to this that your childish mind will never be able to comprehend. You couldn’t stack up to me even if I gave you a leg up and believe me, I’m done giving.
“Inside of that ring at Turmoil, that fifteen by twenty, I’m going to give you one final chance to prove your mettle. I’m going to give you one final chance to come at me, not as that angry boy, but as a grown man, because if you’ve given me everything you’ve got already? Everything you’ve got isn’t enough.
“I’m not giving anymore. Now, I’m just going to take. I’m going to take this opportunity of yours and I’m going to crush it front of your eyes. I’m going to take your boyhood dream and turn it into your adult nightmare. I’m going to take this chance to bring some gold into The Lost Breed fold and melt it down to nothing. I’m going to take your name printed on the banner and burn it to cinder and ash.
“Keeton, you don’t even know me. You have absolutely no clue what I’m capable of and no brains to afford a clue. I’m going to kick your head clean off your shoulders at Turmoil, pick it up off the ground, and then drive it so hard into the mat the rest of your body is still gonna feel the impact.
“I’m not doing this for the championship. I’m not doing this for myself. I’m doing this because HE can’t anymore. If you’re wondering what I’m talking about, you and I don’t even speak the same language so don’t worry about it. Just know, that at Turmoil, I’m coming for everything you have. This is genocide.
“I don’t want the money from the tape, boy. I want the blood from the kill.”
Kaz holds the Cruiserweight Championship high into the air as Buddy Roman looks on in wide eyed astonishment. Psycho Vulcan Sentai keeps his pose for several seconds, staring dead eyed into the camera. Finally, he walks out of frame and sight. Buddy shakes off the shock and adjusts his tie and suit jacket.
“C-Conquer...”
His voice falters, for just a second.
“Conquer. The. Hate.”