Post by Icon Lady Eva Hikari on Mar 19, 2015 15:05:58 GMT -6
Pacing was never a good thing from the First Lady, though it was more than restlessness forcing her movements. Her hair was straight, pulled back from her face in a severe bun. Her golden flecked eyes pierced the camera as she came to a stop before it, her heels still echoing in her empty surroundings long after she had stopped. With minimal makeup and a relatively simple dress, attention naturally fell to her face. The carefully guarded smile and almost welcoming tone of voice in no way matched the inferno in her eyes.
Hi kids, miss me? Yeah I know, I was a little too quite after AA. I’m a little too calm now. So what is it you expected? Hellfire, brimstone and a whole lot of pain and suffering? I could do that…..it’s well within my power to do that. Wouldn’t be the worse thing I’ve ever done, probably if we're honest not even in the top ten. That’s instinct talking though, that’s the realisation that someone has just dropped a huge load in the centre of my world, and they’re now inviting me to take a sniff. So, I took a step back, I calmed down and collected my thoughts. Acting on instinct is great in this world, when that instinct is to rip the balls off a former friend and watch him choke on them…….Well that’s not so great. Be thankful for that sweetheart, it’s quite possibly the last mercy you will be granted in this world.
An entirely unladylike sniff accompanied a shake of her head. Mercy was a relatively new concept to the woman who had owned and destroyed more of the wrestling world than many ever would. A line had been crossed, sure her neck had been spared. That one big glaringly obvious weakness she hated in herself. That was also part of it, though wasn’t it?
I suppose it helps that I wasn’t even angry, but of course you know that. You weren’t aiming to piss me off, were you Kolic? What you did……..that hurt. One of the biggest rules to surviving the wasteland, the first one you learn if you want to get anywhere. Don’t trust anyone, and for the most part I don’t. So why the hell did I make an exception for you? In a world where everyone is trying to stab you in the back, why did I always have yours? Yeah, I know…..you didn’t always see that. As far as you were concerned the life and times of Eva Corbin took front and centre. You were Mr lone wolf trying to stand up for what is right and good among a sea of corruption and evil. You never saw the arguments, you never saw how hard I had to fight to convince folk to just take one more chance, one more shot at the man who wanted to do so little to help himself. You can fight, when pressed…… but that passion, the drive, the desire to be better than you are? You can’t teach any of that, you can’t show someone how to take pride in what they do. I trained with you, worked with you, laughed with you, I considered you a friend and for what?
The fire dimmed, disgust clouding her face. Weakness was never normally accepted in her world. Shifting her weight to her left hip, her hands fell to her sides. Her voice was still deceptively soft, adding salve to the cut of her words.
What indeed…..You’ve become the very thing you hated. Was it worth it love? Do those boos and jeers fill you with life? Can you feed off the hatred and become the person you always tried to warn us about? Your uncompromising morals that you so steadfastly clung to have abandoned you, haven’t they? Or did you abandon them? See, I know you can do dark, I know there’s this nasty little voice inside you. It whispers and claws at who you are, feeding your most twisted thoughts and begging you to make them real. I know it’s there, because I’ve seen it……….We never trained together again after that, did we? Were you scared of what you might do? Or scared of how I’d come back. You’ve sold your soul to join the puppet show, the newest most bloody minded attraction in this circus of horrors. They’re the poor man's Voodoo, the lesser Kindred, Scourge without direction. Right now, I don’t know who the puppet master is, and I don’t really care. Either way, I’m going to be cutting those strings….and then, I’ll be gunning for him.
First the first time in too long she looks away, it was a welcome break. Her cold unwavering stare was so filled with rage, darkness and spite it twisted her words. Exhaling slowly, she takes a step back.
Kolic, I don’t think you realise how badly you screwed up with your actions at AA. This world is full of bastards willing, ready and able to jump on you for who you are, what you are and what you believe. Alliances are usually short lived, friendships even more so. You, in one single act managed to ruin both. Sure, you’ve got the puppets to sway with or for you. Who the hell even knows anymore?……but can you say they’ll still have your back after years? Can you say they’ll fight in your corner when everyone else is willing to call time on your bloody lacklustre career, can you say that they are loyal to a fault? No, not really. You had those folk on side, and you fucked them over. I’d love to say there are no hard feelings going into our match, I would. That would be a fib though my love. For months I listened to you speak to me as if I was below you, because you were fighting the good fight. Protecting a world all us Lords and Ladies turned our backs on. The great injustice and weight of it balancing on your shoulders and crushing you. I suppose next you’ll be claiming we forced you to do this, forced you to join the corrupting force. You fought and fought and now you’re sick of fighting for people who won't help. Or something to that effect, it’s usually how these things go darling. You’re not the first person to crap in my yard and act like he’s done me a favour, just the first to make me believe we’d actually been friends. Betrayal don’t come cheap “son”, it never has……and I don’t think you’ve flesh enough to cover the price.
Any illusion of just how annoyed she was faded under the weight of her words. For the first time since her return she was sounding like the old Eva. She was strong, powerful, in control and utterly sick of your shit.
I know, brave words from a woman who has admitted depression and self doubt stalking her recently. Newsflash for the downright bloody stupid, that shit ain’t new. Pretending it’s not happening in our world is. I accept and own who I am entirely. I’m fully aware of the sheer depths I’m capable of reaching. I can be a mind blowing athlete and brush the darkness of humanity all at the same time. No matter where I am, no matter what I do. This is my wasteland, my world, my playground. I don’t want to think about somebody I trusted and cared about screwing me over. I don’t want to accept that weakness in myself…..but I will…..because I have to. It’s a reminder, a lesson that I’ve always known. I can’t trust anyone in this world, and I won't. As of right now Eva Hikari has her head and feet firmly back in the game.
Hi kids, miss me? Yeah I know, I was a little too quite after AA. I’m a little too calm now. So what is it you expected? Hellfire, brimstone and a whole lot of pain and suffering? I could do that…..it’s well within my power to do that. Wouldn’t be the worse thing I’ve ever done, probably if we're honest not even in the top ten. That’s instinct talking though, that’s the realisation that someone has just dropped a huge load in the centre of my world, and they’re now inviting me to take a sniff. So, I took a step back, I calmed down and collected my thoughts. Acting on instinct is great in this world, when that instinct is to rip the balls off a former friend and watch him choke on them…….Well that’s not so great. Be thankful for that sweetheart, it’s quite possibly the last mercy you will be granted in this world.
An entirely unladylike sniff accompanied a shake of her head. Mercy was a relatively new concept to the woman who had owned and destroyed more of the wrestling world than many ever would. A line had been crossed, sure her neck had been spared. That one big glaringly obvious weakness she hated in herself. That was also part of it, though wasn’t it?
I suppose it helps that I wasn’t even angry, but of course you know that. You weren’t aiming to piss me off, were you Kolic? What you did……..that hurt. One of the biggest rules to surviving the wasteland, the first one you learn if you want to get anywhere. Don’t trust anyone, and for the most part I don’t. So why the hell did I make an exception for you? In a world where everyone is trying to stab you in the back, why did I always have yours? Yeah, I know…..you didn’t always see that. As far as you were concerned the life and times of Eva Corbin took front and centre. You were Mr lone wolf trying to stand up for what is right and good among a sea of corruption and evil. You never saw the arguments, you never saw how hard I had to fight to convince folk to just take one more chance, one more shot at the man who wanted to do so little to help himself. You can fight, when pressed…… but that passion, the drive, the desire to be better than you are? You can’t teach any of that, you can’t show someone how to take pride in what they do. I trained with you, worked with you, laughed with you, I considered you a friend and for what?
The fire dimmed, disgust clouding her face. Weakness was never normally accepted in her world. Shifting her weight to her left hip, her hands fell to her sides. Her voice was still deceptively soft, adding salve to the cut of her words.
What indeed…..You’ve become the very thing you hated. Was it worth it love? Do those boos and jeers fill you with life? Can you feed off the hatred and become the person you always tried to warn us about? Your uncompromising morals that you so steadfastly clung to have abandoned you, haven’t they? Or did you abandon them? See, I know you can do dark, I know there’s this nasty little voice inside you. It whispers and claws at who you are, feeding your most twisted thoughts and begging you to make them real. I know it’s there, because I’ve seen it……….We never trained together again after that, did we? Were you scared of what you might do? Or scared of how I’d come back. You’ve sold your soul to join the puppet show, the newest most bloody minded attraction in this circus of horrors. They’re the poor man's Voodoo, the lesser Kindred, Scourge without direction. Right now, I don’t know who the puppet master is, and I don’t really care. Either way, I’m going to be cutting those strings….and then, I’ll be gunning for him.
First the first time in too long she looks away, it was a welcome break. Her cold unwavering stare was so filled with rage, darkness and spite it twisted her words. Exhaling slowly, she takes a step back.
Kolic, I don’t think you realise how badly you screwed up with your actions at AA. This world is full of bastards willing, ready and able to jump on you for who you are, what you are and what you believe. Alliances are usually short lived, friendships even more so. You, in one single act managed to ruin both. Sure, you’ve got the puppets to sway with or for you. Who the hell even knows anymore?……but can you say they’ll still have your back after years? Can you say they’ll fight in your corner when everyone else is willing to call time on your bloody lacklustre career, can you say that they are loyal to a fault? No, not really. You had those folk on side, and you fucked them over. I’d love to say there are no hard feelings going into our match, I would. That would be a fib though my love. For months I listened to you speak to me as if I was below you, because you were fighting the good fight. Protecting a world all us Lords and Ladies turned our backs on. The great injustice and weight of it balancing on your shoulders and crushing you. I suppose next you’ll be claiming we forced you to do this, forced you to join the corrupting force. You fought and fought and now you’re sick of fighting for people who won't help. Or something to that effect, it’s usually how these things go darling. You’re not the first person to crap in my yard and act like he’s done me a favour, just the first to make me believe we’d actually been friends. Betrayal don’t come cheap “son”, it never has……and I don’t think you’ve flesh enough to cover the price.
Any illusion of just how annoyed she was faded under the weight of her words. For the first time since her return she was sounding like the old Eva. She was strong, powerful, in control and utterly sick of your shit.
I know, brave words from a woman who has admitted depression and self doubt stalking her recently. Newsflash for the downright bloody stupid, that shit ain’t new. Pretending it’s not happening in our world is. I accept and own who I am entirely. I’m fully aware of the sheer depths I’m capable of reaching. I can be a mind blowing athlete and brush the darkness of humanity all at the same time. No matter where I am, no matter what I do. This is my wasteland, my world, my playground. I don’t want to think about somebody I trusted and cared about screwing me over. I don’t want to accept that weakness in myself…..but I will…..because I have to. It’s a reminder, a lesson that I’ve always known. I can’t trust anyone in this world, and I won't. As of right now Eva Hikari has her head and feet firmly back in the game.
