Post by raze on Feb 9, 2024 8:55:17 GMT -8
OOC NOTE! Takes place day after Legendary.
Raze sits on a stack of palettes, back against the wall in only God knows where, right leg resting on the top palette and kinda curled round. His left knee is raised, left forearm resting on it. The bandage has been taken off, showing the fresh stitches on his forehead. He always did find bandages irritating. Not like he'd blame Doc Knight-Kekoa, she was only doing her job.
He appears pensive, staring down at nothing as he orders and processes His thoughts and emotions.
Raze: I get it. You struck out to take something I looked forward to away from me. I have to admit, that was a good play. There might be a brain in that head after all. But I still want to feel the last pulse you ever have!
He raises an eyebrow and slightly tense a corner of his mouth. It's essentially the facial expression equivalent to a shrug as he lets out a hard exhalation. The anger is showing, but so is his attempt to contain it.
Raze: Well, ok, maybe not. I won't lie, the thought of seeing you or your new master with a Y incision is a fun one, I don't really want that. Of course, come Glory, you won't believe me. See, you two cunts think that just because I'm in control of certain aspects of myself that I can't still go like fuck. You've both dismissed me like some rookie.
He can't help but smirk, but there's no humour in it. It's as if he's silently scoffing.
Raze: I've admitted Rowena is tough, but she thinks she can frighten me. Ricky thinks he can walk a fight with me. Rowena, you first. I've been near death more times than you can count. I've been shot, stabbed, set on fire, thrown off roofs, tortured, had my throat slashed, and survived a plane crash. I've been in a coma. Do you get it now? There's nothing you can do that could scare me. You can hurt me, yeah. Pain is a factor, no doubt about it. I know you can hurt me, but fear?
He leans forward, his displeasure written all over him as he shakes his head.
Raze: Not even remotely. That weapon in your arsenal is useless here. I tried talking to you, showing the courtesy of treating you like a person. But if you want to go the animal road, let's go. You shouldn't have taken my courtesy as weakness. But if you don't want respect, fine. You also don't want to be a real champion or you'd be promoting the fucking thing. You'd be making it mean something instead of a less prestigious one than it already is. It ranks fourth so far, counting the Tidebreaker title and that isn't even a championship from this company! Show some fucking pride, unless you only want it as a weapon. We all showed up so you could win it, by preventing your new boss from running.
He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively as he takes a breath, though his eyes don't soften as they would in humour.
Raze: That's right, I know. That or he wants to be. Why else would he only show up to defend you and not anyone you go for? Except for me, I'll handle myself. Even you have to know why that is, if the agreement hasn't been sealed already.
He lets out an exasperated sigh.
Raze: So, now that the shitfest that was Legendary is done, let's move on to the other shit show that is Stanton. There's not much to say to you, really. I mean with your new pet, there's a case of wasted potential and a slight personal issue between us, but you? You're a vapid, smarmy, cowardly little cunt. The irony being that you're actually not bad at all in that ring, but instead of leaning into your abilities, you fall back on cowardice! Why? Because you're a GM and tiny amounts of power go to your head like a fifth of moonshine? Get a fucking grip, man up and fight til you drop!
He looks up with his eyes and gently fingers the sutures on his head.
Raze: See, you and I have no history and so you have no psychological edge, no manipulation angle to run on me. So, when it gets to it, let's see if you can find enough testosterone in you not to run or have us jumped pre-match, as appear to be your usual tricks. Just you two, versus me and Striker, who's better? After that, fuck you.
The scene ends as abruptly as his promo did, cutting to black.
Raze sits on a stack of palettes, back against the wall in only God knows where, right leg resting on the top palette and kinda curled round. His left knee is raised, left forearm resting on it. The bandage has been taken off, showing the fresh stitches on his forehead. He always did find bandages irritating. Not like he'd blame Doc Knight-Kekoa, she was only doing her job.
He appears pensive, staring down at nothing as he orders and processes His thoughts and emotions.
Raze: I get it. You struck out to take something I looked forward to away from me. I have to admit, that was a good play. There might be a brain in that head after all. But I still want to feel the last pulse you ever have!
He raises an eyebrow and slightly tense a corner of his mouth. It's essentially the facial expression equivalent to a shrug as he lets out a hard exhalation. The anger is showing, but so is his attempt to contain it.
Raze: Well, ok, maybe not. I won't lie, the thought of seeing you or your new master with a Y incision is a fun one, I don't really want that. Of course, come Glory, you won't believe me. See, you two cunts think that just because I'm in control of certain aspects of myself that I can't still go like fuck. You've both dismissed me like some rookie.
He can't help but smirk, but there's no humour in it. It's as if he's silently scoffing.
Raze: I've admitted Rowena is tough, but she thinks she can frighten me. Ricky thinks he can walk a fight with me. Rowena, you first. I've been near death more times than you can count. I've been shot, stabbed, set on fire, thrown off roofs, tortured, had my throat slashed, and survived a plane crash. I've been in a coma. Do you get it now? There's nothing you can do that could scare me. You can hurt me, yeah. Pain is a factor, no doubt about it. I know you can hurt me, but fear?
He leans forward, his displeasure written all over him as he shakes his head.
Raze: Not even remotely. That weapon in your arsenal is useless here. I tried talking to you, showing the courtesy of treating you like a person. But if you want to go the animal road, let's go. You shouldn't have taken my courtesy as weakness. But if you don't want respect, fine. You also don't want to be a real champion or you'd be promoting the fucking thing. You'd be making it mean something instead of a less prestigious one than it already is. It ranks fourth so far, counting the Tidebreaker title and that isn't even a championship from this company! Show some fucking pride, unless you only want it as a weapon. We all showed up so you could win it, by preventing your new boss from running.
He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively as he takes a breath, though his eyes don't soften as they would in humour.
Raze: That's right, I know. That or he wants to be. Why else would he only show up to defend you and not anyone you go for? Except for me, I'll handle myself. Even you have to know why that is, if the agreement hasn't been sealed already.
He lets out an exasperated sigh.
Raze: So, now that the shitfest that was Legendary is done, let's move on to the other shit show that is Stanton. There's not much to say to you, really. I mean with your new pet, there's a case of wasted potential and a slight personal issue between us, but you? You're a vapid, smarmy, cowardly little cunt. The irony being that you're actually not bad at all in that ring, but instead of leaning into your abilities, you fall back on cowardice! Why? Because you're a GM and tiny amounts of power go to your head like a fifth of moonshine? Get a fucking grip, man up and fight til you drop!
He looks up with his eyes and gently fingers the sutures on his head.
Raze: See, you and I have no history and so you have no psychological edge, no manipulation angle to run on me. So, when it gets to it, let's see if you can find enough testosterone in you not to run or have us jumped pre-match, as appear to be your usual tricks. Just you two, versus me and Striker, who's better? After that, fuck you.
The scene ends as abruptly as his promo did, cutting to black.