Post by Mikkel Seifer on Sept 22, 2009 23:08:13 GMT -5
We fade in at the beach in Honolulu, Hawaii, with Tara walking along the coast of an empty beach. She was wearing a red bikini with sunglasses hiding her eyes, and her hair loose as it flowed freely around her head…she walked right at the edge of the water, with the water just rushing past her feet while she looked down to see anything that may have been washed ashore by each small wave that came crashing in. After the camera had been up for a couple seconds, she finally came to a halt and just looked out towards the ocean as she began to speak.
“So the beast finally decides to speak…the man that claims to be so in touch with himself, and focuses on his primal side. The side that everybody should go to because we’re all just really killing the planet as we advance; I think that comes from someone that was just too much of an idiot to be able to live by our standards. You’re an outcast, Primal. That’s why you want us to go back in time where you weren’t judged by the way you look, you weren’t judged by your intelligence with technology…you were simply judged by your ability to hurt people. By your strength. By your ability to provide. It was more like an animal kingdom, and like a certain kind of spider, you could only mate with the woman if you had the power to overtake her.”
Still standing at the beach, she shakes her head a little while thinking about Primal, one of her opponents at ‘In Harm’s (Geta)Way’.
“It’s amusing me how you speak…oh so highly…like you’re oh so proud of Mr. Happy, and the way that he has become. The way that he has become…”
Tara finally turns to face the camera while adjusting her bikini a little so it covered a little bit more of her skin.
“…because of me.”
Another short pause took place while Tara smiled by taking credit for the way that Mr. Happy has become. There was truly no way of really denying that because it was Mr. Happy going mad for not being able to have Tara that made him get into this psychotic nature that he has resorted to.
“You’re taking credit for how he is, when you really didn’t do anything for him. He teamed with you in that ring…once. He didn’t go mad. He didn’t go crazy because of you. He went crazy…because of me. For me! Because he wanted to prove that he would be able to take great care of me, no matter what. And he has proven that. He has proven that he is willing to do anything to take care of me.”
She gave a more arrogant smile to the camera, acting as if she was proud that Mr. Happy has proven that he could take care of her…when, in her mind, she knew that she wouldn’t actually accept it. Even Primal knew, somehow. It wouldn’t stop her from denying it.
“How dare you, Primal. How dare you accuse me of playing games with men! I know that it’s something that has followed my past for a long time when I used to play with a lot of men to make them feel like they could have me…but I’ve matured, Primal. Those were games for children. I really do care, I really do love Mr. Happy. How dare you claim that you care about him…you’re willing to hurt me? You know that hurting me is really going to hurt him.”
Tara licks her lips a little while walking up the beach some, further away from the ocean as the beach still appears to be empty. There is a towel on the beach which she walks over to and sits down on before holding her knees to her chest.
“Mr. Happy, you can’t fall for his tricks. Primal isn’t your friend…he’s just wanting to hurt you. Mr. Happy, I think the fact remains…right now…Primal wants me to himself. Mr. Happy, you have to believe me! He’s trying to make you hate me. Trying to turn you against me, because he wants me. He wants to live like the Spartans did, back when, as I say about the spiders, if you can overtake her…you can have her. That’s why he’s threatening me. That’s why he wants me to get in that ring; because he wants to overtake me…and he thinks that I’ll abandon you if he can overtake me.
Primal, we have a title for that in this world. This civilization. We call that {No Means No}…and it is highly illegal. What really makes me sick about you is the fact that you parade yourself with your words of poison, and you try to trick Mr. Happy into believing that I don’t love him simply to try to make me yours.
These fans see the truth that I explain every single time I’m on the camera…I don’t wear clothes, because I don’t want to hide a thing from Mr. Happy. I want him to see all of me, everything that is his. You can’t accept it, so you try to explain it as me fucking with his head. You can read between the lines…what lines? To me, it seems that you’re adding a few extra lines so that there are lines for you to read between. That doesn’t change that they’re not my lines. They’re your lines.”
Tara seemed a little uneasy, and showed a very sincere look of hurt on her face as she looks down towards the sand around the towel. She does her absolute best to try to make Mr. Happy believe her as she forces herself to tear up, as a tear starts to roll down from her eye and down her cheek leaving a tiny black line of her eye shadow. A few seconds pass and her eyes look back towards the camera still trying to look as sincere as ever.
“Mr. Happy…I really wish you were here with me, right now. We could be on another beach right now, and you could let everyone see that we’re truly in love. It’s killing me to think that Primal is trying to tear us apart because he’s jealous of you.”
Tara wipes the tears from her cheek, and tries to keep her make-up from running as she looks down momentarily before looking back up and continuing, as her arm comes back around her knees.
“I have more to say to you, Primal: You brought up the fact that Tyrone Smith would be your other partner, and I know that Mr. Happy isn’t going to get in that ring to hurt me…and I’m not going to get in that ring to hurt him. I’ve defeated Tyrone Smith before, and don’t think that I won’t do it again! You seriously act like he’s suddenly gone above my league because he was able to win the Chaotic Championship as if it actually meant something…in all honesty, I’d say that Tyrone is better than you. Because there’s something that remains so true. You lost to Sexy Jason. You never held a championship. Tyrone Smith…has. Do you think that you’re going to be any different? No. You’re mad because you aren’t able to join Enmity because both MGK and I saw the truth of you; we saw that you aren’t really worthy of joining us…you aren’t worthy of carrying that torch. Because of that: You had a fit! You cried like a little baby, and started tossing insults at me. At MGK. You can’t accept the fact that you’re just a weak rookie…you can’t accept the fact that I love Mr. Happy, and not you. You define what a rookie is. You’re just a little cry baby.
Tomorrow night, at In Harm’s (Geta)Way, I’m going to prove to you why you’re not in the league of Enmity. I’m going to prove to you why your name isn’t worthy of being mentioned with the greats! You think that because MGK couldn’t defeat Reeshi on a few occasions makes him unworthy…I was able to beat him. MGK was able to beat me. He has had a string of bad luck, but I know that he can beat him. Let’s see what you can do in that ring. I dare you…dare you! To challenge Reeshi by Sunday. Challenge him for a match at Gastro sometime in the month of October. If you’re really good, and don’t want me to doubt your skills; you’ll be able to defeat him.”
Tara rested her head on the top of her knees as she looked out to the side.
“I can’t wait for you to get here, Mr. Happy. I can’t wait to see you.”
She said in almost a whisper, just loud enough for the camera to be able to hear her. The camera backed up and faded out.
“So the beast finally decides to speak…the man that claims to be so in touch with himself, and focuses on his primal side. The side that everybody should go to because we’re all just really killing the planet as we advance; I think that comes from someone that was just too much of an idiot to be able to live by our standards. You’re an outcast, Primal. That’s why you want us to go back in time where you weren’t judged by the way you look, you weren’t judged by your intelligence with technology…you were simply judged by your ability to hurt people. By your strength. By your ability to provide. It was more like an animal kingdom, and like a certain kind of spider, you could only mate with the woman if you had the power to overtake her.”
Still standing at the beach, she shakes her head a little while thinking about Primal, one of her opponents at ‘In Harm’s (Geta)Way’.
“It’s amusing me how you speak…oh so highly…like you’re oh so proud of Mr. Happy, and the way that he has become. The way that he has become…”
Tara finally turns to face the camera while adjusting her bikini a little so it covered a little bit more of her skin.
“…because of me.”
Another short pause took place while Tara smiled by taking credit for the way that Mr. Happy has become. There was truly no way of really denying that because it was Mr. Happy going mad for not being able to have Tara that made him get into this psychotic nature that he has resorted to.
“You’re taking credit for how he is, when you really didn’t do anything for him. He teamed with you in that ring…once. He didn’t go mad. He didn’t go crazy because of you. He went crazy…because of me. For me! Because he wanted to prove that he would be able to take great care of me, no matter what. And he has proven that. He has proven that he is willing to do anything to take care of me.”
She gave a more arrogant smile to the camera, acting as if she was proud that Mr. Happy has proven that he could take care of her…when, in her mind, she knew that she wouldn’t actually accept it. Even Primal knew, somehow. It wouldn’t stop her from denying it.
“How dare you, Primal. How dare you accuse me of playing games with men! I know that it’s something that has followed my past for a long time when I used to play with a lot of men to make them feel like they could have me…but I’ve matured, Primal. Those were games for children. I really do care, I really do love Mr. Happy. How dare you claim that you care about him…you’re willing to hurt me? You know that hurting me is really going to hurt him.”
Tara licks her lips a little while walking up the beach some, further away from the ocean as the beach still appears to be empty. There is a towel on the beach which she walks over to and sits down on before holding her knees to her chest.
“Mr. Happy, you can’t fall for his tricks. Primal isn’t your friend…he’s just wanting to hurt you. Mr. Happy, I think the fact remains…right now…Primal wants me to himself. Mr. Happy, you have to believe me! He’s trying to make you hate me. Trying to turn you against me, because he wants me. He wants to live like the Spartans did, back when, as I say about the spiders, if you can overtake her…you can have her. That’s why he’s threatening me. That’s why he wants me to get in that ring; because he wants to overtake me…and he thinks that I’ll abandon you if he can overtake me.
Primal, we have a title for that in this world. This civilization. We call that {No Means No}…and it is highly illegal. What really makes me sick about you is the fact that you parade yourself with your words of poison, and you try to trick Mr. Happy into believing that I don’t love him simply to try to make me yours.
These fans see the truth that I explain every single time I’m on the camera…I don’t wear clothes, because I don’t want to hide a thing from Mr. Happy. I want him to see all of me, everything that is his. You can’t accept it, so you try to explain it as me fucking with his head. You can read between the lines…what lines? To me, it seems that you’re adding a few extra lines so that there are lines for you to read between. That doesn’t change that they’re not my lines. They’re your lines.”
Tara seemed a little uneasy, and showed a very sincere look of hurt on her face as she looks down towards the sand around the towel. She does her absolute best to try to make Mr. Happy believe her as she forces herself to tear up, as a tear starts to roll down from her eye and down her cheek leaving a tiny black line of her eye shadow. A few seconds pass and her eyes look back towards the camera still trying to look as sincere as ever.
“Mr. Happy…I really wish you were here with me, right now. We could be on another beach right now, and you could let everyone see that we’re truly in love. It’s killing me to think that Primal is trying to tear us apart because he’s jealous of you.”
Tara wipes the tears from her cheek, and tries to keep her make-up from running as she looks down momentarily before looking back up and continuing, as her arm comes back around her knees.
“I have more to say to you, Primal: You brought up the fact that Tyrone Smith would be your other partner, and I know that Mr. Happy isn’t going to get in that ring to hurt me…and I’m not going to get in that ring to hurt him. I’ve defeated Tyrone Smith before, and don’t think that I won’t do it again! You seriously act like he’s suddenly gone above my league because he was able to win the Chaotic Championship as if it actually meant something…in all honesty, I’d say that Tyrone is better than you. Because there’s something that remains so true. You lost to Sexy Jason. You never held a championship. Tyrone Smith…has. Do you think that you’re going to be any different? No. You’re mad because you aren’t able to join Enmity because both MGK and I saw the truth of you; we saw that you aren’t really worthy of joining us…you aren’t worthy of carrying that torch. Because of that: You had a fit! You cried like a little baby, and started tossing insults at me. At MGK. You can’t accept the fact that you’re just a weak rookie…you can’t accept the fact that I love Mr. Happy, and not you. You define what a rookie is. You’re just a little cry baby.
Tomorrow night, at In Harm’s (Geta)Way, I’m going to prove to you why you’re not in the league of Enmity. I’m going to prove to you why your name isn’t worthy of being mentioned with the greats! You think that because MGK couldn’t defeat Reeshi on a few occasions makes him unworthy…I was able to beat him. MGK was able to beat me. He has had a string of bad luck, but I know that he can beat him. Let’s see what you can do in that ring. I dare you…dare you! To challenge Reeshi by Sunday. Challenge him for a match at Gastro sometime in the month of October. If you’re really good, and don’t want me to doubt your skills; you’ll be able to defeat him.”
Tara rested her head on the top of her knees as she looked out to the side.
“I can’t wait for you to get here, Mr. Happy. I can’t wait to see you.”
She said in almost a whisper, just loud enough for the camera to be able to hear her. The camera backed up and faded out.