Your Words Are More Hollow Than Vrolik Bones
Mar 28, 2015 17:24:06 GMT -6
Head Booker, Icon Lady Eva Hikari, and 1 more like this
Post by Kolic on Mar 28, 2015 17:24:06 GMT -6
It seemed like a typical promo, but it was clear the one delivering it was not doing it for the benefit of upper management. Sure, there was Kolic dressed casually in a t-shirt and black jeans, but it wasn't taking place in any GZG-owned location as far as anyone could tell. Also, the show banner is covered by a black cloth, with just enough peeking out to show it's for the upcoming Crimson.
Kolic: Oh look, the Lady Eva has come to lecture me on how to not be a horrible human being. The "Nemesis" who has ruined careers and lives, wants to speak down on me from on high about how badly I've screwed up. Twice. Did my actions wound you that deeply? Honestly, I could have done so much worse. I could have targeted your neck myself, made you into a female Stephen Hawking, or worse. And yet, I got absolutely nothing for showing you personal consideration. Well...that's not quite true. I did get about 13 minutes of scathing words and raw emotion, a whole lot of sound and fury and blah blah blah. Tamer was willing to give me a slight benefit of the doubt, until he didn't get a broadcasted apology for the world to see. Munin? Nothing at all directed at me so far. You, however? Forget about burning a bridge, you nuked it from orbit and then sent organic-synthetic war machines to destroy the planet entirely. That seems so very appropriate to me.
Would you believe that you just proved me right? You proceeded to give me a lecture about how there is no virtually separation between Ms. Hikari and Mrs. Corbin, and that's exactly the problem. Everything you've done inside or just outside a wrestling ring has been immensely personal to you. You've turned this business into your entire world and given everything of yours to it: your emotions, hopes, dreams, maybe even your soul. Well, guess what, this is what happens when you live for something of this world. It lets you down, and you're left wanting. It's why what I did hurt you so deeply, even though I took great pains to keep you from being paralyzed. I wanted to make sure you'd still have a life to live after this business is done. But...you'll never see that as anything except me siccing the dogs on you, and I guess I'll have to accept it.
He shifted his weight to ease the pressure on one foot.
Kolic: So what was that about my perspective? Throwing away allies, not seeing the whole picture, trading one battle for the war? Maybe you just don't see the point of view I have. How many times have I fought with supposed allies against the dark forces of GZW? At least three, if we want to include the latest farce with Mongrel. How often did they let me down? Every. Single. Time. The United Front was doomed to fail from the beginning, the sLaughterhouse decayed on its own, and Mr. Saint obviously saw titles and power as more important than honor. You speak of trust, but aside from my wife and you, in whom was I supposed to place it to any degree? Sean Locke, the generic face who couldn't find a thing to do with the Heavyweight Title? Alex Cross, the perpetual victim who lashes out irrationally at everyone? Munin, the borderline sociopath who finds it more honorable to not break her word than to not break other people's skulls? Maybe Tamer...oh yeah, I already tried that. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. Fool me thrice...hmm, I guess someone who come up with one for that. The point is that, yeah, I may have had allies for a while. I've seen where that path leads. No, this fledgling partnership had to end before it began. And, while it hurt greatly to sever this particular appendage, it was better in the long run than letting the gangrene and rot spread until it killed me.
He smiles a bit at a bit of nostalgia from out of the blue.
Kolic: You remember those stories we told each other? About the Wasteland as a fictional place, filled with zombies and the ghouls of half-hearted careers? It took me a while to realize who the real villains were in those tales. It wasn't the walking dead, it was the people shooting them. The ones with names, like Vicious and Nemesis, were those who perpetuated the dystopia while at the same time portraying themselves as heroes for taking out the mindless bystanders. I guess that's because of how much you all have given to this place. You've put so much into it, that if anyone were to pose a real threat, you'll defend it to the very last. If you feel like GZW is your salvation, well, I guess there's nothing I can do to convince you. As for me, however, I definitely don't see this business as my savior. I already have one, thanks, and He's far more pure and reliable than this worldly place. I will have to answer for my sins, but so will all of you. At least I'll have the blood of perfect life to cover my fall. Can you say the same? Oh, and Leonhardt, would you do me a favor and kindly go-
Kolic's phone chirps, and apparently he thought it was on silent. He checks it anyway and half-smiles at the alert.
Kolic: Oh look, Munin finally spoke up. Excuse me for a moment, won't you?
The feed cuts out, then back in as Kolic finishes watching her latest promo. He shakes his head and puts the phone back in his pocket.
Kolic: Someone's thrown the gauntlet, hasn't she? Pun definitely intended. There's one very distinct difference between the two items you're trying to compare. The Crusaders of the Dark Ages invaded sovereign nations that were not actively destroying their citizens' lives. They brought wars to countries at peace. This place, however, is death. It kills and corrupts with impunity, and promotes the best killers and corruptors. Yourself included. That's why I don't buy any of your words, because they're coming from someone who literally tortures and destroys people. There is literally no high ground you can claim against me, but kudos for trying.
He almost gives the cut sign, but stops himself.
Kolic: Oh, and I'm a Protestant. Thanks for paying attention.
He makes the signal this time, and the feed ends.
Kolic: Oh look, the Lady Eva has come to lecture me on how to not be a horrible human being. The "Nemesis" who has ruined careers and lives, wants to speak down on me from on high about how badly I've screwed up. Twice. Did my actions wound you that deeply? Honestly, I could have done so much worse. I could have targeted your neck myself, made you into a female Stephen Hawking, or worse. And yet, I got absolutely nothing for showing you personal consideration. Well...that's not quite true. I did get about 13 minutes of scathing words and raw emotion, a whole lot of sound and fury and blah blah blah. Tamer was willing to give me a slight benefit of the doubt, until he didn't get a broadcasted apology for the world to see. Munin? Nothing at all directed at me so far. You, however? Forget about burning a bridge, you nuked it from orbit and then sent organic-synthetic war machines to destroy the planet entirely. That seems so very appropriate to me.
Would you believe that you just proved me right? You proceeded to give me a lecture about how there is no virtually separation between Ms. Hikari and Mrs. Corbin, and that's exactly the problem. Everything you've done inside or just outside a wrestling ring has been immensely personal to you. You've turned this business into your entire world and given everything of yours to it: your emotions, hopes, dreams, maybe even your soul. Well, guess what, this is what happens when you live for something of this world. It lets you down, and you're left wanting. It's why what I did hurt you so deeply, even though I took great pains to keep you from being paralyzed. I wanted to make sure you'd still have a life to live after this business is done. But...you'll never see that as anything except me siccing the dogs on you, and I guess I'll have to accept it.
He shifted his weight to ease the pressure on one foot.
Kolic: So what was that about my perspective? Throwing away allies, not seeing the whole picture, trading one battle for the war? Maybe you just don't see the point of view I have. How many times have I fought with supposed allies against the dark forces of GZW? At least three, if we want to include the latest farce with Mongrel. How often did they let me down? Every. Single. Time. The United Front was doomed to fail from the beginning, the sLaughterhouse decayed on its own, and Mr. Saint obviously saw titles and power as more important than honor. You speak of trust, but aside from my wife and you, in whom was I supposed to place it to any degree? Sean Locke, the generic face who couldn't find a thing to do with the Heavyweight Title? Alex Cross, the perpetual victim who lashes out irrationally at everyone? Munin, the borderline sociopath who finds it more honorable to not break her word than to not break other people's skulls? Maybe Tamer...oh yeah, I already tried that. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. Fool me thrice...hmm, I guess someone who come up with one for that. The point is that, yeah, I may have had allies for a while. I've seen where that path leads. No, this fledgling partnership had to end before it began. And, while it hurt greatly to sever this particular appendage, it was better in the long run than letting the gangrene and rot spread until it killed me.
He smiles a bit at a bit of nostalgia from out of the blue.
Kolic: You remember those stories we told each other? About the Wasteland as a fictional place, filled with zombies and the ghouls of half-hearted careers? It took me a while to realize who the real villains were in those tales. It wasn't the walking dead, it was the people shooting them. The ones with names, like Vicious and Nemesis, were those who perpetuated the dystopia while at the same time portraying themselves as heroes for taking out the mindless bystanders. I guess that's because of how much you all have given to this place. You've put so much into it, that if anyone were to pose a real threat, you'll defend it to the very last. If you feel like GZW is your salvation, well, I guess there's nothing I can do to convince you. As for me, however, I definitely don't see this business as my savior. I already have one, thanks, and He's far more pure and reliable than this worldly place. I will have to answer for my sins, but so will all of you. At least I'll have the blood of perfect life to cover my fall. Can you say the same? Oh, and Leonhardt, would you do me a favor and kindly go-
Kolic's phone chirps, and apparently he thought it was on silent. He checks it anyway and half-smiles at the alert.
Kolic: Oh look, Munin finally spoke up. Excuse me for a moment, won't you?
The feed cuts out, then back in as Kolic finishes watching her latest promo. He shakes his head and puts the phone back in his pocket.
Kolic: Someone's thrown the gauntlet, hasn't she? Pun definitely intended. There's one very distinct difference between the two items you're trying to compare. The Crusaders of the Dark Ages invaded sovereign nations that were not actively destroying their citizens' lives. They brought wars to countries at peace. This place, however, is death. It kills and corrupts with impunity, and promotes the best killers and corruptors. Yourself included. That's why I don't buy any of your words, because they're coming from someone who literally tortures and destroys people. There is literally no high ground you can claim against me, but kudos for trying.
He almost gives the cut sign, but stops himself.
Kolic: Oh, and I'm a Protestant. Thanks for paying attention.
He makes the signal this time, and the feed ends.
