Don't Meet Your Heroes
Jan 28, 2021 15:46:17 GMT -5
Lissie Hope, Ned the Intern, and 3 more like this
Post by Spayde Martinez on Jan 28, 2021 15:46:17 GMT -5
A black screen. No visual. Spayde Martinez’s voice rings through the blackness. It’s oddly sing-songy.
The vision of a tight shot on Spayde’s eyes breaks the darkness. The playfulness is gone. Her voice now oozing intensity.
Zoom out to reveal Spayde standing before a black backdrop. No frills, no bells, no whistles. Just intensity, focus.
Fade to black.
“Guess who’s back? Back again. Lissie’s back. Tell your friends...”
The vision of a tight shot on Spayde’s eyes breaks the darkness. The playfulness is gone. Her voice now oozing intensity.
“...to lock their fucking medicine cabinets.”
Zoom out to reveal Spayde standing before a black backdrop. No frills, no bells, no whistles. Just intensity, focus.
“I’d say I’m surprised to see you back, Lissie, but
I’m not a fucking liar. Cockroaches always survive what
would be the surefire death of everything else around them.
And I know you’ll hang your little hat on whatever kind
of resiliency or fortitude or perseverance it took for
you to claw your way back to this mortal coil, to avoid
that last long sleep. I know you’ll make a big deal
out of how good you are at recovering from all the
challenges in your life...at rescuing yourself time
and time again from every little disaster that has fallen
right in your path...at salvaging a career and a life from
the wreckage of your most recent disappointment.
You’ll break your back sucking your own girl cock just so
someone will, and you’ll spend so much fucking time
gagging away on yourself, you won’t have even a second
to realize that every fucking hurdle, disaster, and
disappointment was your goddamn fault in the first place.”
Spayde shakes her head, disappointed in Lissie.
“And don’t get me started on her sycophantic little
fan club of Vivian Rae and Miss Mae. Jesus H. Christ,
Lissie. At some point, you’ve got to just own the fact
that you’re like the 6th fucking cult leader in Action
Wrestling, because that’s all you’ve got going for you
at this point. Carnivore was leading a cult of
none, Void’s out here with his cult of one, and you?
You know things go south for these assholes when
they start preying on little girls, right? Mae and Vivian
live by your image. If they keep following along like they do,
sooner than later, they’re gonna get hurt, and I don’t
mean they’ll get hurt like I hurt people. No, I’m not
talking about torn labrums and broken limbs, Lissie. I mean
they’re gonna find out what the old adage, Don’t meet your heroes,
really means when they see you destroy yourself
yet again for reasons no one but you understand.
If they follow in your footsteps, they’ll be hitting all the
Lissie-Lite milestones soon enough. Mae already bit
the bullet on being a one-week wonder with MY
Title. How long do you think it’ll be before they
end up on an involuntary psych hold or find out their
only real skill is outliving their siblings like their hero?”
Spayde smiles sadistically.
“You’ve always wanted to feel like you were a
role model, Lissie, but being one is a fucking responsibility that
you don’t have the strength or integrity to handle. Me? I’m not
I refuse to be a role model. Spayde Martinez
just isn’t here to do anything but hurt the people who stand
between me and the shit I want. You though, Lissie?
You might think you’re the same, but the only people
you’re capable of really hurting are the ones standing right
beside you offering support. You hurt The Robbie Hope’s of the
world. The Addy’s. The Royal Family’s. You do everything you can to
surround yourself with the love and adoration of others, because
you just can’t fucking stand yourself and that shit’s gotta
come from somewhere...but at the end
of the day, when the chips are down, every one of those
kind souls who pitched in to build you up like they’re performing
an Amish barn raising… they’re gonna be devastated to
discover that the reason you can’t keep your shit together
for more than a fleeting moment is that their
love just isn’t enough to overpower
how fucking much you hate yourself.”
Spayde's gaze drops and she stares at the camera from under her eyebrows.
“See you Sunday, Lissie. I’m sure your ICU nurses
are gonna be as excited for your hospital return as
those idiots were at CruiserClash.”
Fade to black.