Post by Flop on Apr 3, 2021 16:49:33 GMT -5
Flop is dressed immaculately in formal attire. The black and white three-piece suit is presented perfectly paired with a black bowtie. He sits politely in the darkened corner on the opulent mahogany-lined room, he is sitting in the shadows, unlit by the dim luminescence of the small desk lamp by his side.
"Two weeks ago, I told Minka Starr she had the chance to rest her posterior on the jagged edges of the gilded throne of my land, now after the events of Timebomb she is presented with such as opportunity, I did not speak those words lightly and with whimsy, she is a capable warrior that deserves the chance to lead the pack... all before her skull falls from her shoulders to my feet at a time that I did appropriate."
"That time..."
"Will be..."
"My time."
"But alas, Minka's shining star is not was has brought me to your attention. No, I face a pawn in someone else's game of chess, a sacrificial Soldier of Fortune. Time will come to pass as to whether he is a capable piece to walk amongst the tall grass of this kingdom."
"My kingdom."
"Tell me, Sol, do you carry a thought behind those beautiful brown eyes of yours, or do you submit yourself to the will of another like a marionette? Truthfully, neither is a bad option, Sol. But, allow me to offer a piece of advice."
"While someone else manipulates to their desires, you will never become all you are capable of. You will be great entertainment for those who sit on the cold metal seats, behind the hardened grey barricades, but you can never..."
"Be all you can be."
Flop chuckles, amused by his words.
"See, while you remain as you are Sol, the slave to Vicky dominatrix, you are just another nameless, faceless entity sent to mowed down by the machine guns entrenched mountain tops as you blindly run along the sandy beaches."
"Simply put, without the visuals, you are..."
"Expendable."
Flop leans forward, moving his face out of the shadows and into the light.
"So I put this to you, Sol."
He frowns.
"Do you want to be expendable?"
He smiles.
"Or do you want to be more?"
Flop closes his eyes for a moment, breathing deeply.
"This is where I come in, Sol. While Vicky might speak with hyperbole and promotes you as a destructive force, she only seeks to control and manipulate you, keep your free-will tucked away in her Gucci handbag underneath her 'dash and go' bottle of Chanel No. 5. She doesn't want to reach..."
"Nay... she doesn't want you to even seek your true potential. Sure, she will speak of you in illustrious tones, but it is as much a smokescreen to hide the truth as Cass Adler's heterosexuality. It's all misdirection and magic tricks to hide the fact that she has no care for your position in Action Wrestling..."
"In society..."
"In life..."
"Now, if you choose to listen to me, Sol. You will become more than what you're allowed to be, you will scale the heights that you surely seek. The one's that Victoria asserts she can lead you to with false promises."
"While now you serve an expendable pawn, a faceless uniform chess piece to be sacrificed in the service of the King."
Flop leans back in the chair, allowing himself to be consumed by the shadows once more.
"I can make you The King."
"That's right, Sol... not a king... The King, the one who leads the soldiers of fortune into battle. But only if you let my touch guide you to the promised land."
"You can be the Lion..."
"Otherwise, you will remain the pitiful hyena fighting over the lion's dinner table scraps after you have done all the hard work to bring the feast to the table."
"That's what puppets do, Sol."
"The bidding of others without the rewards... I'm giving you the choice, with many mixed-up metaphors, to cut the ties that bind and become your own identity, instead of Victoria's whore."
"I will be your making, Sol..."
"I can make you Minka Starr..."
"Or..."
"I can make you Alex Scott..."
"The choice?"
"..Is yours."
"Two weeks ago, I told Minka Starr she had the chance to rest her posterior on the jagged edges of the gilded throne of my land, now after the events of Timebomb she is presented with such as opportunity, I did not speak those words lightly and with whimsy, she is a capable warrior that deserves the chance to lead the pack... all before her skull falls from her shoulders to my feet at a time that I did appropriate."
"That time..."
"Will be..."
"My time."
"But alas, Minka's shining star is not was has brought me to your attention. No, I face a pawn in someone else's game of chess, a sacrificial Soldier of Fortune. Time will come to pass as to whether he is a capable piece to walk amongst the tall grass of this kingdom."
"My kingdom."
"Tell me, Sol, do you carry a thought behind those beautiful brown eyes of yours, or do you submit yourself to the will of another like a marionette? Truthfully, neither is a bad option, Sol. But, allow me to offer a piece of advice."
"While someone else manipulates to their desires, you will never become all you are capable of. You will be great entertainment for those who sit on the cold metal seats, behind the hardened grey barricades, but you can never..."
"Be all you can be."
Flop chuckles, amused by his words.
"See, while you remain as you are Sol, the slave to Vicky dominatrix, you are just another nameless, faceless entity sent to mowed down by the machine guns entrenched mountain tops as you blindly run along the sandy beaches."
"Simply put, without the visuals, you are..."
"Expendable."
Flop leans forward, moving his face out of the shadows and into the light.
"So I put this to you, Sol."
He frowns.
"Do you want to be expendable?"
He smiles.
"Or do you want to be more?"
Flop closes his eyes for a moment, breathing deeply.
"This is where I come in, Sol. While Vicky might speak with hyperbole and promotes you as a destructive force, she only seeks to control and manipulate you, keep your free-will tucked away in her Gucci handbag underneath her 'dash and go' bottle of Chanel No. 5. She doesn't want to reach..."
"Nay... she doesn't want you to even seek your true potential. Sure, she will speak of you in illustrious tones, but it is as much a smokescreen to hide the truth as Cass Adler's heterosexuality. It's all misdirection and magic tricks to hide the fact that she has no care for your position in Action Wrestling..."
"In society..."
"In life..."
"Now, if you choose to listen to me, Sol. You will become more than what you're allowed to be, you will scale the heights that you surely seek. The one's that Victoria asserts she can lead you to with false promises."
"While now you serve an expendable pawn, a faceless uniform chess piece to be sacrificed in the service of the King."
Flop leans back in the chair, allowing himself to be consumed by the shadows once more.
"I can make you The King."
"That's right, Sol... not a king... The King, the one who leads the soldiers of fortune into battle. But only if you let my touch guide you to the promised land."
"You can be the Lion..."
"Otherwise, you will remain the pitiful hyena fighting over the lion's dinner table scraps after you have done all the hard work to bring the feast to the table."
"That's what puppets do, Sol."
"The bidding of others without the rewards... I'm giving you the choice, with many mixed-up metaphors, to cut the ties that bind and become your own identity, instead of Victoria's whore."
"I will be your making, Sol..."
"I can make you Minka Starr..."
"Or..."
"I can make you Alex Scott..."
"The choice?"
"..Is yours."