....demanding blood be spilled for the blood we lost.
Mar 25, 2015 14:58:33 GMT -6
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Post by Icon Lady Eva Hikari on Mar 25, 2015 14:58:33 GMT -6
The swish of fabric and PVC signalled the arrival of Eva Hikari. Her PVC trench coat glimmered in the dim light. It was enough to throw shadows over everything, while at the same time throwing her into the spotlight. She wore another injury inspired T shirt, this one with had a broken neck highlighted too, but the colour scheme and rest of the list didn’t match her. Taking a step towards the camera she shook her head. Her eyes appeared almost black as they narrowed on the camera.
So this is it? A big dramatic gesture followed by a whole lot of silence? You offered a piss poor explanation of your actions and nothing else? I’m sorry sweetness, do you not have a match coming up? Did you not just shock the world by screwing over the only three people you had in this world? It’s been a few years since I played the heel, but I’m pretty sure after rocking the world to that scale I’d have stormed what was left of it and made sure my voice was heard. Yet the only issue you decided to touch upon was why you feel what happened was justified……The real issue is what now?
Shifting her weight her eyes remained fixed. She had them locked on her target as she spoke to her crowds. It was clear from her tone she wasn’t amused. Whatever she felt for the man she was facing personally, professionally she wasn’t impressed.
Kolic, it doesn’t matter what the hell bad guy move you make. What depth you want to think you can go to. What sacrifice you have to make to get there, or how little of yourself is left by the end of it. Unless you do something more substantial than a few brief moments of airtime, you’ll get nowhere. Your problem has never been talent, it's been focus. Look around you…..this world is full of hungry, desperate young talents. People who would give their soul to get even a second of the time you piss away by doing nothing. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying you should go out and attack your friends every day. I’m not begging for another self serving promo……But anything to show you care. Anything to justify your place in this world…….I know, this moody as hell gimmick might not allow feeling…..but I wasn’t kidding when I said you were fighting the wrong fight.
Looking away from the camera for the first time since she’d started speaking, she returns to it with a smile. It lacked humour and warmth, it was a genuine enough smile, but it promised nothing nice.
This world is constantly evolving. There’s always someone bigger, better and more marketable out there all too willing to take your place in it. You’ve thrown your lot in with a bunch of misfits with no marketability. I can pretty much promise you that Mayhem aren’t here for the long haul. Once this whole attacking at random bull is over and done with, they’ll be lucky if they make it onto the developmental roster. Nothing more than a former name to put over the next generation. There’s nothing memorable there, nothing that makes you want to see more. They attack in numbers because alone, well….random thug doesn’t go over well in a place were everyone is a thug pretending they’re a professional. Can you honestly say you’re any different lad? The most memorable things you’ve achieved in your time in GZW…….The thing that propelled you out of the niche little corner of the wasteland with its predictable and safe little fans……was attacking two ladies and your real life best friend. That’s pretty high on the lowlife meter, yet the sky's the limits on how much of a bastard this world can make you. I don’t think you have what it takes to go there. Not when you consider the lows we have seen in recent years.
Being a bad guy was so much easier than trying to cling to your morals. In a world that would take it all if you let it, it wasn’t so much about how low you could go. Human nature was one constant battle to prove who could be the biggest bastard. It was about how much of yourself you’d lose in the process.
You should be making an impact right now. More than ever, you need to. You showed the powers that be something a little more interesting than they were used to….a little edgy and uncomfortable but they can market that. You’ve got the world watching as you brood in silence. So what’s your next move? A scathing rant? You raise your head enough to see where to shoot and there are three different directions you’ll be jumped on from. Another attack? Cause that’s what the wasteland needs right? Another member of Clan Mayhem…..only this one is a bit embarrassed by how uncool they are, and insists they walk ahead and not acknowledge him in public. Let’s face it…..you put yourself in a corner with this. Whatever you true intentions were, you’re going to have to work twice as hard as before.
The world was indeed waiting to see what he would do next. Clinging to the edge of their seats with the notion of the next big heel to storm the scene.
You have a match coming up my darling. I don’t know whether you’ve decide to overlook this little fact, or whether you just consider it below you. Fact is, come Crimson you’ll be facing off against one of the people you so recently wronged. It’s a small mercy you got me instead of Munin too. I’ll verbally break you first as a warning, Nins…..she was lighting the torch and sharpening her pitchfork. You fucked up, I’m not going to sugar coat it and why should I? You crossed the line, it wasn’t as if you’d didn’t know what you were doing. Now though? I’m not so sure. You have the chance to make this match mean something. If you want to take that, fine. If not……you’ll still get your arse kicked. I’m no “white knight” Kolic. Breaking the rules is nothing new to me, and I can sink to depths of darkness that’ll make even Lordship's eyes water. I can be professional, or I can make it personal. The only difference it makes it how much you’re going to hurt by the time were done.
The camera fades with the same humourless smile curling the corners of her lips, and the tip of her hand. The acknowledgement that the ball was in his court.
So this is it? A big dramatic gesture followed by a whole lot of silence? You offered a piss poor explanation of your actions and nothing else? I’m sorry sweetness, do you not have a match coming up? Did you not just shock the world by screwing over the only three people you had in this world? It’s been a few years since I played the heel, but I’m pretty sure after rocking the world to that scale I’d have stormed what was left of it and made sure my voice was heard. Yet the only issue you decided to touch upon was why you feel what happened was justified……The real issue is what now?
Shifting her weight her eyes remained fixed. She had them locked on her target as she spoke to her crowds. It was clear from her tone she wasn’t amused. Whatever she felt for the man she was facing personally, professionally she wasn’t impressed.
Kolic, it doesn’t matter what the hell bad guy move you make. What depth you want to think you can go to. What sacrifice you have to make to get there, or how little of yourself is left by the end of it. Unless you do something more substantial than a few brief moments of airtime, you’ll get nowhere. Your problem has never been talent, it's been focus. Look around you…..this world is full of hungry, desperate young talents. People who would give their soul to get even a second of the time you piss away by doing nothing. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying you should go out and attack your friends every day. I’m not begging for another self serving promo……But anything to show you care. Anything to justify your place in this world…….I know, this moody as hell gimmick might not allow feeling…..but I wasn’t kidding when I said you were fighting the wrong fight.
Looking away from the camera for the first time since she’d started speaking, she returns to it with a smile. It lacked humour and warmth, it was a genuine enough smile, but it promised nothing nice.
This world is constantly evolving. There’s always someone bigger, better and more marketable out there all too willing to take your place in it. You’ve thrown your lot in with a bunch of misfits with no marketability. I can pretty much promise you that Mayhem aren’t here for the long haul. Once this whole attacking at random bull is over and done with, they’ll be lucky if they make it onto the developmental roster. Nothing more than a former name to put over the next generation. There’s nothing memorable there, nothing that makes you want to see more. They attack in numbers because alone, well….random thug doesn’t go over well in a place were everyone is a thug pretending they’re a professional. Can you honestly say you’re any different lad? The most memorable things you’ve achieved in your time in GZW…….The thing that propelled you out of the niche little corner of the wasteland with its predictable and safe little fans……was attacking two ladies and your real life best friend. That’s pretty high on the lowlife meter, yet the sky's the limits on how much of a bastard this world can make you. I don’t think you have what it takes to go there. Not when you consider the lows we have seen in recent years.
Being a bad guy was so much easier than trying to cling to your morals. In a world that would take it all if you let it, it wasn’t so much about how low you could go. Human nature was one constant battle to prove who could be the biggest bastard. It was about how much of yourself you’d lose in the process.
You should be making an impact right now. More than ever, you need to. You showed the powers that be something a little more interesting than they were used to….a little edgy and uncomfortable but they can market that. You’ve got the world watching as you brood in silence. So what’s your next move? A scathing rant? You raise your head enough to see where to shoot and there are three different directions you’ll be jumped on from. Another attack? Cause that’s what the wasteland needs right? Another member of Clan Mayhem…..only this one is a bit embarrassed by how uncool they are, and insists they walk ahead and not acknowledge him in public. Let’s face it…..you put yourself in a corner with this. Whatever you true intentions were, you’re going to have to work twice as hard as before.
The world was indeed waiting to see what he would do next. Clinging to the edge of their seats with the notion of the next big heel to storm the scene.
You have a match coming up my darling. I don’t know whether you’ve decide to overlook this little fact, or whether you just consider it below you. Fact is, come Crimson you’ll be facing off against one of the people you so recently wronged. It’s a small mercy you got me instead of Munin too. I’ll verbally break you first as a warning, Nins…..she was lighting the torch and sharpening her pitchfork. You fucked up, I’m not going to sugar coat it and why should I? You crossed the line, it wasn’t as if you’d didn’t know what you were doing. Now though? I’m not so sure. You have the chance to make this match mean something. If you want to take that, fine. If not……you’ll still get your arse kicked. I’m no “white knight” Kolic. Breaking the rules is nothing new to me, and I can sink to depths of darkness that’ll make even Lordship's eyes water. I can be professional, or I can make it personal. The only difference it makes it how much you’re going to hurt by the time were done.
The camera fades with the same humourless smile curling the corners of her lips, and the tip of her hand. The acknowledgement that the ball was in his court.
