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Post by Eden on Oct 5, 2020 4:45:29 GMT -5
Broadcasting through FXX and Netflix from The Sanatorium Arena in Serenity, CaliforniaRoleplay Deadlines: Friday, October 16th, 2020 at 9 PM PST, 12 AM EST, 11 PM CT(US) Saturday, October 17th, 2020 at 5 AM(UK)Roleplay Limit2 RPs, up to 1000 words apiece OR A single RP, up to 2000 words Main Event: KiKi Katharsies versus Jonathan Edwards versus OutsiderUnderground Championship Match. Two Out Of Three Falls.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 6, 2020 14:18:14 GMT -5
αη συтsι∂εя αgαιηsт α вσү & gιяℓα ɾαԃι𝓬αɬ ρяσ∂υcтιση ➊/➋ вσү Glowing red eyes transfixed on you, the viewer. Sitting on a single chair on a bare black stage wearing his white facial reconstruction circulation mask, the Outsider twitches. His final facial reconstruction taking a toll as his mind wanders into the demented fabrications in his mind. Seeds planted by the Witch Doctor begin to bloom. His caretaker, the Chauffeur, walks in with a damp cloth patting his neck and ears to keep his temperature ideal for transformation. Gabe's head jerks back violently. His mind begins to saturate with combinations of imagery...
Green Bay, Wisconsin, December 12th, 1998Dropping down in the middle of a street somewhere in Americana during a gorgeous sunny suburban day. Children playing in a local neighborhood shooting water pistols at each other, hiding then seeking behind trees, giggling in front yards, eating corndogs, then chasing the ice cream man down the sidewalk... a true picture of perfect Patriotic childhood in the U.S. of A. "Jonnatthhann," echoes from a front doorstep. Eyes peak out from the top of a treehouse. A small boy quickly closes his "Archie" comic book, then bails as fast as he can down the tree branch ladder and into the screen door behind a house. "Happy Birthday" is sung by a group of kids and adults, the shot switches to a slow pan over a birthday cake with the number 6 candle being blown out with other single sticks by familiar but smaller lips. Opening presents and smiling in a Mickey Mouse shirt, the joy of childhood encapsulated within his very energy. His mother embraces him with a giant loving hug, smiling at his smile, seemingly complete when she's near him.
"You're my special boy! Remember, Jonny, you're the best little boy in the world- world! Wor- LD-"
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The scene glitches to an abrupt stop, holding pause, then rewinds all the way back to the beginning on the perfect day on the perfect street in Wisconsin. The Witch Doctor's voice can be heard in Gabe's head, as on stage we see the Chauffeur whispers the sweet nothings into Gabe's actual ear in reality. The deep raspy voice reverberates through the paused scene in Reno's mind. Giving instructions, instead of recollecting the planted seed as a memory.
WiTcH DoCtOr (Through the Chaffuer, his vessel) "WHOOOOO. HAAAAA. HEEEEE! Outsider, can you hear me? This is what Jonathan Edwards wants you to believe, that he lived a wholesome life before moving to Los Angeles, and telling people like you to STAY DOWN. I command you not to stay down, you defeated him once, and now he is back like a bug that needs to be squashed! If you had been able to end him on your own we would not be here. BUT- with your renewed powers, and as your final face sets, we will destroy him- together. Your career will thrive, I did not lie to you. Our deal is absolute in the eyes of our Savior. That Savior is not Jonathan Edwards- it is the Dark Lord. You are not strong enough yet, but you will be by the time of your competition. I want you to feel the POOWWEERR! USE THE POWERR! BE VICIOUS, UNSTOPPABLE, ABSOLUTTEE!"
Outsider's hands clinch still stuck in his trance as the scene begin to play again. His eyes glow with the power of the Dark Lord as brutal deep laughter of the Witch Doctor infects the scene. Dropping down in the middle of a street somewhere in Americana during a gorgeous sunny suburban day. Gabe clinches his fists as a fire hydrant next to the kids with the water pistols begins to shake.
WiTcH DoCtOr (Through the Chaffuer, his vessel) "YEESSSS! SEARCH WITHIN, YOUR HATE FUELS HIS WILL!"
Children playing in a local neighborhood shooting water pistols at each other, hiding then seeking behind trees, giggling in front yards, eating corndogs, then chasing the ice cream man down the sidewalk... a true picture of perfect Patriotic childhood in the U.S. of A. Outsider breaks his bindings to the chair searching for the power that is now rightfully his. The fire hydrant explodes as the children scream, ricochet from the broken hydrant impales one kid, and pins another to a tree. The perfect Green Bay day begins to turn another way.
WiTcH DoCtOr (Through the Chaffuer, his vessel) "MOOOOREEEE! MAKE HIM STAY DOWNNNNNN THIS TIME OUTSIDDERR!"
"Jonnatthhann," echoes from a front doorstep, this time in fear of what is happening on the street. Eyes peak out from the top of a treehouse. A small boy quickly closes his "Archie Dies" comic book, then bails as fast as he can down the tree branch ladder, but this time Outsider is standing between him and the screen door. A slow demonic sounding "Happy Birthday" is sung by a group of kids and adults, the shot switches to a slow pan over a birthday cake with the number 6 candle melting and burning, ruining the freshly made frosted cake. The family can be heard sniffling and sobbing around the table. Gabe removes his mask in front of the child Edwards, revealing his final form with a smirk.
WiTcH DoCtOr (Through the Chaffuer, his vessel) "OUTTTTTTTSSSSSIIIIIIIIDDDDDDDEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!"
Outsider huffs and puffs, blowing young Jonathan back step by step until he grabs the treehouse branches of the tree ladder vertically being gusted away. He looks at Gabe, begging as his mother walks out of the door behind Gabe lunging toward him. A final giant demonic breath in, followed by a forceful blow out pops the young Edwards in a burning dissolving of his dream reel being.
ɾαԃι𝓬αɬ 亞 𝖮υ𝜏⟆⫯ᖙ∈ᖇ "Stay Down..."
Picking at old presents and hugging a torn half burnt Mickey Mouse shirt, smelling it trying to capture one solitary moment more with her best boy, the depression of a child lost is encapsulated within his mother's very energy. His mother embraces the shirt crying uncontrollably collapsing, imagining his smile, seemingly incomplete when she's not near him.
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Post by 𝘑𝘖𝘕𝘈𝘛𝘏𝘈𝘕 𝘌𝘋𝘞𝘈𝘙𝘋 on Oct 8, 2020 8:55:50 GMT -5
I'M BEYOND THE ARCHETYPE!
NO MATTER HOW YOU SHAKE MY CORE! It felt like a series of events that's against Jonathan Edwards. Two weeks ago, he went up against Mike Lavicle and defeated him in what seems to be a good match-up, and that victory once again proved that he was the toughest of the tough. Since being in the ring, Edwards has proven that he can do anything. Edwards is always known as the type of man who will say what he means. He has never been the type of man to hold things back when he knows that it's the truth.
Edwards has set his sights on the demolition championship for the longest time, but guess Edwards fighting for a higher title, and that's the Undergrounds championship. It's not the title that he wants, but it's a title that he'll do what it takes to take it from Kiki. But knowing that Outsider is involved in this match is going to have to make Edwards better.
Edwards has shown that he can do anything that he sets his mind to, but now, his mindset is to take that Undergrounds Championship and win his first title in WWH. Since being part of WWH, he has always been a general manager and commentator. But then he's locked away for aggravated assault. Edwards now has to fight with everything in his body to survive the harsh punishment of the Sanatorium. Now is the time to show why he's as good as he says he is.
The scene comes up in an underground fight club in the Bronx, and Edwards is training for his big fight at Sanatorium, where he has to fight Kiki and Outsider in the biggest match of his career. He has a lot riding on this as this would be the first Championship title that he could win. Edwards wants to make sure that he can handle the pressure in a match like this. Edwards is wearing no shirt, workout pants, and workout sneakers. This underground fight club isn't in the best shape, but it has everything that a person could want to get better. There were a few lights, but it only shows Edwards.
Seem like you're training hard, Edwards. As a voice spoke through the shadow part of the club. The figure enters, and it was a man wearing a nice suit and seems like he's a mobster. Forgive me, young one. My name is Draden Reno. I am how you say, a kingpin. I read some things upon you, Edwards. Seem like you need a promoter to help set up your career further?
Edwards stops hitting a bag with his bare-hands and looks at the man who is talking to him. Edwards wasn't sure what to think of what to say now.
What makes you think I need someone like you? I've been doing fine on my own without any help.
And I can see that. As Reno grabs a cigar out of the suit pocket and put it in his mouth. He inhales it and gives off a smirk. But haven't you wanted more Edwards? Don't you want to be the man who you always destined to be? I can be that shining light that can take you to the top.
And what makes you think you can you that?
I've made some of the best guys in the company and took them to the top. You could be that same guy that I want to help, and all I want is a small fee from you.
Edwards goes and sits down on a bench that's in the light. He wasn't sure what to think about this guy as he could be trouble for him.
Edwards, I know you want this, right? Don't you want to be the king of the underground? Don't you want to show the world that you can bring something to the fight? I know in your eyes that you want it. You can do something that nobody else could. Outsider and Kiki don't care enough about being the best. They look at you and see someone who only cares about Demolition Championship. Edwards, let the Demolition championship die. Bring something to the underground where you belong. You know as well as I do that you're the rightful king of the underground.
Edwards took a moment to think about everything that this man is saying. Could it be true? Could Edwards be the king of the underground? Could he show the world that the demolition championship was to die and bring honor to the Underground and make himself the king of it?
Think about it, do you want to lower yourself to the demolition when you can go higher? You're so much better than that, and you know it. You know deep down that the underground championship is your true calling.
Maybe you're right? Maybe fighting for something better is my calling? Maybe I'm not the savor for that title, and I should just let it burn?
Reno gets another smile on his face as he put the cigar back in his mouth. Let it go, Edwards. Everyone knows you're better than the demolition championship. Everyone can see it plain as day. Let the world know that the king of the underground is coming. Show them what it's like when Jonathan Edwards gets in that ring and wreck everyone that dares get in his way. As he inhales the cigar and blows the smoke out. Remember what I said, Edwards. Be the king of the underground. As Reno exits the scene and Edwards looks down at his hands. That was when a can of spray paint got flung from the black and lands right at his feet.
Edwards looks down at the ground and picks it up. On it, it says, KING EDWARDS! Edwards looked forward and knew what he had to do. He put walks out of the fight club, and now he's outside wearing a white denim vest. The sky was dark, and there was honking going on the streets. Edwards has never had the school smarts that some others had. He was more street smarts. He walks down the sidewalk and begins to speak, knowing that the camera is there.
Every day, I have to fight to survive in the streets when I was a child. My mom, she needed medicine. She wasn't able to work as that was my job and mind you that I was only a child, a child whose childhood got ruined because of her blood. When I was a child, I had to do odd jobs to make sure that I paid for food, pay the bills, pay rent, so we didn't have to end up homeless. I had to do everything I could to make sure my mother survived just another day. You ask, how can something like that happen to a man who is only a child? Because I had no choice. I had to learn to fight on the streets every day to bring a bit of money into the house.
I knew that fighting in the streets was all that I had left in me. Turn to fifteen when I got recruited to join a fight club where the money would be more than I thought possible. I knew that my street smarts would guide me to get that wins, and it did. Each day, I brought home thousands and thousands of dollars a day fighting. My mom wasn't proud, but I knew I had to do this for her.
He is now right next to a wall and shakes the spray can that's in his hand. He looks upon what kind of design he can send to both Kiki and Outsider. He begins to make designs on the wall that the camera can't see. After what he made, he slides down the wall as the keeps on him. He sits and looks down at the ground as he silently breathes in.
But through all the madness and chaos that happens inside of that Sanatorium, I know that I need to stay focused on what is to come. Kiki and Outsider are no laughing matters as they both are talents as fuck. They take everything thrown at them and come back harder. They know what they want better than anyone else in this company.
He lifts his head and looks at the camera as he smirks at the lens. But I know that I want it just as much as anyone else in this company. Kiki wants to keep her title. Outsider wants her title. I want her title. You see, everyone wants something in this company, but you have to be willing to fight for it. To fight for something greater than yourself. I know the feeling because I have always stated that I wanted Tora's title to make sure that he doesn't destroy a belt that has so much history. But maybe the Demolition Championship isn't for me? It could be possible that the fates decided that Jonathan Edwards is better suited for the Undergrounds Championship? Fine, I'll do just that. I'm going to be FUCKING destroy not only Kiki but always Outsider.
He knew that he had to be perfect if he has any shot of walking out of this match with that championship. If he wants that belt, then he must show why he has been successful so far. Edwards has never been the type of man to rely on anyone other than himself. But that's all going to change at Sanatorium.
Kiki, your reigns as champion is going to be coming to a stop when we get in that ring. You can't prepare for the fight that is coming to your doorstep, and you know it. You know deep down that your short reigns will mean nothing. But you know something, Kiki? You were able to beat Sin, and that's no easy task. But that's going to change very quickly, Kiki. Cause you know as well as I do, that I'm no quitter. I will fight you to the ends of the earth if it means taking something that you have. Do you want to know something, Kiki? I'm a survivor, and I take the beatings that come to me. But one thing is for sure, and that there's a victory in my veins. You're going to see what happens when you face a man who is dead set on his target.
So go ahead and do your little therapy sessions to try to get better, but we all know that you can't prepare for someone like me. I'm someone who will look at you and not blink an eye. I'm Jonathan Edwards, and I'm going to put you on the mat, and I will beat YOUR FUCKING FACE IN. I don't care what anyone says about me and never will. As he lets out a soft snicker saying what he said. Which brings me to you, Outsider. Do you think you can scare me? FUCK NO. I'm not scared of you or anyone for that matter. I can take everything you throw at me and keep coming back for more. You will hurt, and I'm going to enjoy it. I'm going to enjoy everything that I'm going to do you and more. Nobody is going to deny me what should be mine. I don't care who I have to go through to be the champion.
As I said, bring everything you have to the table, and I shall bring the fight towards you two and more. This triple threat match two out of three falls match is going to test who wants it more. The question is, who'll bring it more? Outsider? Kiki? Or Edwards?
He stands up and puts his fist towards the lens, giving off another smirk. His tattoos on his fingers say, STAY DOWN.
You two will learn a lesson on Sunday, and that lesson is don't get up, and finally learn to STAY THE FUCK DOWN!
He lowers his hand and walks away as the camera looks at the art designs and sees both Kiki and Outsider with a big X over their faces. In the middle, we see Edwards face and written above him says, KING OF THE UNDERGROUND, and the scene fades to black.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 8, 2020 11:07:10 GMT -5
αη συтsι∂εя αgαιηsт α вσү & gιяℓ α ɾαԃι𝓬αɬ ρяσ∂υcтιση ➋/➋ gιяℓ
(Continuum...)
Outsider recoils gaining strength from vanquishing Edwards at the pivotal point in his childhood through the demented lens of the seeds Witch Doctor had planted in his subconscious; part of his soul trade to recreate his career. His recovery continues as the white restoration mask falls off back on the blank black stage in reality. His final form still fleshy and molding into the face presented in the Edwards illusion. The Chauffeur chuckles, seeing his pupil finally embrace the power of the damned through everlasting realization of its force. Gabe's eyelids flicker, not in awakening, but in further submersion into another Witch Doctor recreation of former events.
ɾαԃι𝓬αɬ 亞 𝖮υ𝜏⟆⫯ᖙ∈ᖇ "I see a man holding a bottle, talking to a small woman... what is the meaning of this?"
Upstate New York, in the year of 2002 The Chauffeur nears him, sitting Gabe back down, then whispers the Witch Doctors continued sweet nothings into his mind. Outsider's eyes begin to glow red once more, the illusion at hand begins to take shape. The man with the bottle argues belligerently, seemingly drunk, as the woman tries to gain his understanding. It escalates in tone with screaming before a physical confrontation ensues. Shots ring out- the petite woman panting out of breath with a .38 pistol in her hand, smoke rising from the freshly combusted barrel. Small steps from the floorboard above patter across one side of the room to the other, with a creaky door being shut behind. The woman's eyes well up; looking toward the stairwell, realizing they weren't the only two people home. Searching for greater meaning, her soul appears completely empty. Unable to be restored in faith or fright, she turns the warm welcoming barrel of fate inward. Another shot rings out. Teary small eyelids clinch as the shot changes to a wardrobe upstairs. A fury teddy bear clinched so hard it is ripping at the seams. Sniffling to herself still trying to be quiet amongst her eternal trauma is a young seven-or so- looking girl. Dark hair over her face, the sweaty tear based moisture clings the strands to her face.
ɾαԃι𝓬αɬ 亞 𝖮υ𝜏⟆⫯ᖙ∈ᖇ "Oh, no. She's a little girl. How horrib-"
The scene in his head screeches to a halt. The reverberating voice of Witch Doctor returns via the real whispers of the Chauffeur in Gabe's ear.
WiTcH DoCtOr (Through the Chaffuer, his vessel) "OUTSIDDDERR! You cannot have compassion for this girl!! She has what you want and have asked me to help you achieve. The UNDERGROUND CHAMPIONSHIP IS THE FIRST STEP toward regaining your wrestling immortality. Jonathan's bitch ass has to stay the fuck down because he doesn't know enough actions or words to overcome you! But Kiera Kartharsies is something he can never be... a true champion. She achieved this by learning from this moment in time. She used this and endless foster care to slowly gain recognition of who she is and overcome this traumatic beginning. You must make this moment so vile, so incomprehensible, that she NEVER RECOVERS! TAKE HER SOUL! BE RUTHLESS! ONLY THEN- can your physical form in reality be complete through this transformation. MAKE HER SUFFER SO SHE CAN NEVER BE AN OBSTACLE TO YOU AGAIN! DO IT NOW, OUTSIDERRR!"
The scene plays from the beginning. A new delusion at hand begins to take shape. The man with the bottle argues even more violently twice as belligerent, totally drunk, the woman reaches for the gun already. It escalates in tone with screaming before a physical confrontation ensues. Shots ring out- the petite woman smiling with a .357 magnum in her hand, smoke rising from the freshly combusted barrel. Small steps from the floorboard above patter across one side of the room to the other, with a creaky door being shut behind. The woman's eyes brighten; looking toward the stairwell, realizing they weren't the only two people home. The mother's face is consumed by pure unadulterated menace. She walks out calling for her daughter to come down, claiming everything is fine. Slowly the young Kiera holds her bear nearing the top of the stairs. Her mothers eyes begin to glow red. Kiki slowly walks down crying clinging to her bear asking where daddy went. The mother reaches out her hand. Kiki descending the bottom of the stairs. Her mothers eyes turn back realizing what she'd done, as if some possession had been lifted in the most horrifying moment possible. Unable to be restored in faith or fright, she turns the warm welcoming barrel of fate inward. Another shot rings out. Teary small eyelids clinch as the shot changes to Kiki stepping forward saying "mommy, mommy..?" Sniffling to herself still trying to be quiet in internal trauma, still just a young seven-or so- looking girl. Dark hair over her face, the sweaty tear based moisture clings the strands to her face. She steps into blood, red glowing hands pulls her feet through the floorboard, combusting her through the force of hell. Witch Doctor's raspy deep laughter reigns over the fading scene.
WiTcH DoCtOr (Through the Chaffuer, his vessel) "HHHEEEE. HAAA. WHOOOO!! OUTSIDER YOU ARE READY. THEY WILL LOSEEE!"Outsider awakes back on the stage. The Chauffeur nodding in a reassuringly creepy fashion at him. Gabe rises to his feet opening and closing his hands, then flexing, testing his balance, cracking his neck. Feeling empowered he looks at the Chauffeur with his new face yet a final familiar trademark radical smirk.
ɾαԃι𝓬αɬ 亞 𝖮υ𝜏⟆⫯ᖙ∈ᖇ "Think they know trauma, try having a face burned off to resurrect yourself. There is no championship, no underground fight club, and no sense of catharsis that can save them from my power!! I eat tougher shit than them for breakfast; partly for bloodlust, partly for recovery, but completely to restore my strength to deal with pansies ass nobodies like them! My will is absolute! The mission is clear. Their careers will be eaten by the rise of mine. They'll now bow to cannibalistic dominating fear... I insist."
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Post by KiKi Kartharsies on Oct 15, 2020 20:58:56 GMT -5
The scene comes into clear view. White is all that can be seen at the moment. After a moment or two something flashes into frame, it is a dark curved line. A pause happens right before black and white flashes begin in the frame. Slowly as the flashes continue, a face appears, drawn in charcoal and ink it seems. The face becomes more detailed, hair, shape of the eyes, and nose. The mouth, lips, not full but decent. Hair is shaped out to have thick dreadlocks, seemingly in different colors. As the flash book that is going through the figure, it shows to be a black and white drawn image of Kiera Kartharsies. Her arms seem to be reaching up and slightly forward. Further the flip book goes, slowly pulling away from Kiera’s image. She grows more and more small. A tiny spec it seems now, surrounded by a dark black. Standing in a white circle. Her hands are still reaching up. As the flip book continues, more drawing now appears in the negative space. More and more pages flip through, this time color appears. Greens and blues forming a circle, the spec of Kiera is barely seen now as the flip story continues. It reveals an eye. The iris, pupil then the full shape. The story reveals the eye to belong to none other than Kiera. The book finally ends on just half of her face image.To recap the story, it seems as though Kiera is trapped inside Kiera. Why? What’s the meaning. Shakily the frame shifts, turning then set down hastily. A slight blur before focusing in and it is Kiera. She sits upon a chair. Her newly won Underground Championship over her right shoulder. A smirk not seen before appears on her face.KIKI KARTHARSIES: “It is now my time. The whoa is me, wallowing guilt of doing something to someone who was supposed to be a friend will not be seen this time or any other time. I am KiKi. The one and only KiKi. I was the one that faced off against Sin several weeks back. I took these fists, wrapped them. Dipped them in honey, then covered them in shards of glass. And I took them and repeatedly connected with that pretty face of Sin’s. It felt amazing. Kiera however was feeling remorse and agony as we did the damage to Sin. So I had to put her in time out. So for those of you in the Asylum expecting the sweet, slightly shy, a little clumsy, soft spoken Kiera, she is in a hole and won’t be getting out anytime soon.” KiKi does a sideways glance, her head kind of twitches quickly before she returns to her slightly relaxed position on the chair. She seemingly caresses the Underground Title belt over her shoulder.KIKI KARTHARSIES: “It has been a month, almost to the day since I cut up that pretty little face of Sin Draven. I took this trinket from her, I didn’t let Kiera show remorse or guilt in that fight. No. I made sure to keep inflicting pain, agony and of course the final blow that ended it for her. The only one that was feeling any sympathy for the Queen of the Damned as she calls herself, was that referee and of course the nonpsychotic medical staff. I am proud of what I did. I am happy I sent her to a place she deserves to be. Now it is the KiKi era. The reign of this queen is what really matters.” Points at herself with her left hand with the thumb extended. “Like I said before, and will continue to say throughout this time is that there is no longer that shy little bitch. The one that feels guilt for slapping someone. She is gone. I will come and shove my boot down your throat and send your teeth out your asshole. I am KiKi Kartharsies. A true queen of the Underground.” She gently hits the title belt with a broad smile. She stares at the shiny belt for a extra long second before her attention shifts back to the camera.KIKI KARTHARSIES: “Now what might be on the docket for me now? Finally had a wonderful time out and about in this crazy ass fucking world. Spending time and talking to people. Not having to worry about what they may or may not think of me. No. I was purely myself. Expressing my thoughts on how stupid people are and were being, both inside the walls and out of them. I get a buzz a few days ago, giving me the reminder to come check into the Asylum, and of course it showed me who will get to eat words that they speak like Sin did. A dingleberry trying to raise his status as a fighter in the world of the Asylum. Going from a sarcastic, not so intelligent commentator to a wrestler. Hmmmmm. I find that to be interesting. Seems like he comes from the same dried up clay mold that Copehead comes from. More tattoos, meh, and even a little arrogant for barely doing anything. Yes ladies and gents, I know how to fucking talk unlike Kiera. No more of this well this and that. And maybe I can do this and survive. Hell to the no. How many words will you be able to spew when I have my boot shoved down your fucking throat Edwards? You’ve won what two, three, maybe for fights since leaving the talk talk desk? Good for you buddy. Unlike you. I have been helping this not so confident body achieve greatness. Not once. Not just this time, but before, then she let that go to waste. Not this time though. I am in charge.” KiKi leans forward, placing her elbows upon her thighs, just above her ripped stocking covered knees. Her smile crooked. A small twinkle erupts from her right eye which causes another twitch. Her smile shifts to a gritted grimace. Stiffly shaking her head. Then she exhales and her eyes return to the viewfinder.KIKI KARTHARSIES: “I took advantage of my time outside the walls of that hellhole. Met a few people and well did what normal people do. I worked out in an actual gym. Had some other good times with another. That is none of your business however. So I have to make Edwards regret coming back into the ring. But not just his little lilly ass. There is this cretin that is far more crazy than I could ever imagine being. He was once known to the world of World Wrestling Headquarters as Gabe Reno. Then he hit this psychotic breaking point and turned into this thing with human skin. They tell me it is the Outsider. What the fuck ever. I don’t really care who or what it is. I see the face of a demon, Kiera’s father figure, the police officers, her psych doc back in New York and I explode into the violent queen that some of you bore witness to the last time I fought. So Outsider Reno or whatever. Create those twisted little short films all that you wish. Talk in the gibberish you do all that you want. The end result will be exactly how I presented it to Edwards. Remember gents, this isn’t Kiera. This isn’t that scared little kitten trying to survive. No. Nope. Not ever again. I am The Queen of Violence, KiKi and I am the Underground Champion of that nuthouse. Thank god Tommy isn’t there anymore….” She shakes her head quickly.KIKI KARTHARSIES: “Sorry that was something I have been bursting to say for a very long time. It just kinda came out. Now where was I? Ah yes. The one little fool Jonathan Edwards and the radically insane Outsider formerly known as Reno. Alright fellas, let’s just get right down to it.” She stands, moving the chair out of the way. Then kneels. The Underground Title going nowhere. She shifts and tosses her hair from her vision. She slowly licks her lips, showing beautiful white teeth behind those lips.KIKI KARTHARSIES: “Another fight for me. One where I have to overcome not just one challenge, but two. You two seem to think that this will be a simple snatch and grab style thing right? Hippity Whooo blah coming from one. Then cat scratch sounds from the other. Nothing there to break down. To think of it, I am not the type to break shit down. I am more of the one that comes in and reacts to what is given to me. Ask Sin. Fuck. NOOOOO!” KiKi’s head begins to turn, twist even, a sickening sound emanates from her. It seems as though there is a battle going on between this KiKi and the one she calls Kiera if that is even possible.KIKI KARTHARSIES: “STAY DOWN!! I’VE GOT THIS!!” The words come out with tension. Almost as though being filtered through gritted teeth. She suddenly stands. Her head begins to shake, and shake hard back and forth. She screams again. Slamming down onto her knees. The Underground belt slides down then seems to float to the floor, but she catches it before it hits the ground. Stiffly she brings her left knee up to a right angle from the floor. Bringing up the belt back to her shoulder and draping it over it with tender love and care it seems. She throws her head back that sadistic grin she had a month ago is there. Her nostrils flare out and in as she breathes heavily.KIKI KARTHARSIES: “Okay. Alright. Look. Have either one of you read the reason why Kiera got put into a psych hospital? Do you even know why she is here? It is because of me. I did what was needed for her to remain alive in this world. What a lot of good that did considering she has done nothing really significant. Like I said a few minutes ago, I am the true and real reason why this belt is here and not with Sin Draven. I am also the reason why I will walk into the Sanatorium, into that rickety ring against you two fools as the champion. Oh shit this is getting too cliché. I am gonna have to work on that shit. Anyway. Reno, or Outsider, or Crazy clown. Edwards. The commentator turned fighter or fighter to commentator then back to fighter? Fuck that shit is so confusing. The facts are as follows. I am the Underground Queen of Violence. This will be fun to make you two look like the mess you are simply masking with the bravado you carry. Well not really for Reno, he seems to be living in a fantasy land.” She pauses a moment as she adjusts to a sitting position, Indian style, crossing her ankles under her thighs.KIKI KARTHARSIES: “Wait. I forgot about this whole two out of three thing is. I am not sure what the falls thing means, I am sure it has something to do with the other show wrestling thing. This will be a fight. If I have to beat the shit out of both then do that cover thing for the three count thingy then guess what ladies and gents. I will do so without batting an eye. I’ll do it with a smile on my face. I will enjoy seeing the pain and anguish on your faces, fellas. This reign will not end as quickly as you two might wish and hope. No. I plan on keeping this beautiful shiny trinket in my possession until I am forced to give it up because another trinket has fallen in my lap.” As she says that, her head lowers, and the scene becomes shaky. Twisted. Coloration deformities. After about two or three minutes of this, the fame becomes still and focused upon a wall. KiKi or Kiera is no longer there. Then black. Done.
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