Post by bloodiedfox on Oct 23, 2020 5:01:30 GMT -5
It's a new sensation for me; to be wrestling someone I actually have some respect for.
Misha Constantine is standing behind a kitchen counter. On it sits a pumpkin, and beside the pumpkin is a knife.
I should think that given my past statements it should be obvious which of my two opponents I'm referring to when I say this, but for the terminally stupid among you who requiring everything spelt out, it's Mistress Discipline. I'm sure it's possible Derrick Lancaster may well have something to say about that and our upcoming match; presumably featuring more gifs he found on Imgur, or him cosplaying as Neo again, but until he stops mining for dogecoin or whatever the fuck he's currently doing and says it I don't give a damn about him. No, Mistress Discipline holds my focus, and it's easy to see why.
Misha takes up the knife and starts to saw the top off the pumpkin.
You're the hot young rising star of the XHF. With how little focus people paid to MCCW, it was almost as though you came out of nowhere when you and Death Trap came close to double teaming your way to victory in the XHF Rumble. Then of course there was your victory over Timeless at All That Glitters, an excellent display made all the sweeter by how much it upset the assorted knuckle dragging neckbeards who seem to think women's wrestling should be limited to softcore porn bikini contests for their patron saint Jerry 'Overweight Paedophile' Lawler to squeal over. Clearly it impressed Anthony Caffrey that you humiliated the man who cost him the X-Crown, because he made sure to bring you to Fireside as one of his top signings.
Misha sets the pumpkin top aside and reaches a hand inside, starting to pull out the 'guts' of the squash.
I do find it interesting Death Trap hasn't signed up with you. You two are so rarely seen apart. Did Caffrey not want him here? Unlikely, given his impressive resume. Did Death Trap not want to work for Caffrey? Possible; our employer is a man unafraid to speak his mind and rub people up the wrong way. Or was this a conscious decision for the sake of your career? Death Trap's made no secret that he sees you as the future of the XHF, and to achieve that goal you'll need seasoning as a solo wrestler without his shadow constantly looming over you.
Or maybe he just realised sooner or later you'd fuck things up for him, like you did in the End of Days Tag Eliminator final when you dumped Radu's bugs over him and Caffrey and broke his little anti-pain trance.
That cruel smile flashes across his face.
Seriously, you could have just stamped on Caffrey or something to break the hold. I may be a high flyer with a propensity for highlight reel moments, but even I know that sometimes a simple boot to the head is the best course of action.
Misha shakes his head as he finishes disembowelling the pumpkin, the pulp dumped with a ~SPLAT~ into some kind of bin that apparently is beside him.
Still, we all make mistakes. Your associate has apparently somehow accidentally engaged in human trafficking, which is now being presented as a wacky jape instead of a crime. Majesty attacked me, ensuring that if we are to meet in the final I will have ample drive to make them wish they'd never come to Fireside. Derrick Lancaster's dad didn't pull out in time. Even a Self Made God like me can err. I underestimated Dakota Jennings and was made to look foolish when she placed me in a situation where I was forced to quit to avoid a broken neck. Admittedly, that one looks less egregious considering she has since taken out James Mueller and Brad Swann on her way to the End of Days final against the world's oldest looking teenager.
Taking up the knife once more, Misha starts to carve something on to the side of the pumpkin facing him.
Here's the thing about mistakes though: you can only afford to make them once. Too many mistakes and you end up as some perennial also-ran, making up the numbers in a midcard tag match while whining without merit that you deserve something better. You have made your first big mistake, and now you're looking to bounce back. This leads to your second big mistake...
Misha places the top back on the pumpkin, and takes a moment to admire his handiwork. Then in a sudden blur of motion he viciously rams the knife through the top of the pumpkin, probably burying an inch or two of it into the counter, the blade juddering as he glares into the camera.
I am not a fucking springboard.
Let's make something very clear, Discipline. I may have respect for, but I do not for a second believe you are better than me. More fortunate, certainly, in that you have found a mentor who supports you and nurtures your talents, giving you access to opportunities which allow you to gain notoriety. But Death Trap is not here with you now, and I am no Timeless swaggering about blind in toxic masculinity. I know that you are good, but I am better. Come Wednesday Night Inferno, you are going to learn that simple fact the hard way. Your flexibility, your submissions, they will not save you when falls count anywhere and all weapons are legal and you are face to face with a Self Made God who clawed his way from the gutter to the stars. I will beat you, I will beat Derrick Lancaster, and if they get in my way I will beat down Dr Chaos and Sarah too.
He leans forward over the counter.
The spotlight you have earned, I will take. Fireside and the XHF will see who the true rookie sensation is. Anthony Caffrey will see who his most valuable signing is. And you? What will you do? Well...
He pulls the knife free and walks off, turning the pumpkin round as he does so, showing the camera what is carved on it:
Fade to black.
Misha Constantine is standing behind a kitchen counter. On it sits a pumpkin, and beside the pumpkin is a knife.
I should think that given my past statements it should be obvious which of my two opponents I'm referring to when I say this, but for the terminally stupid among you who requiring everything spelt out, it's Mistress Discipline. I'm sure it's possible Derrick Lancaster may well have something to say about that and our upcoming match; presumably featuring more gifs he found on Imgur, or him cosplaying as Neo again, but until he stops mining for dogecoin or whatever the fuck he's currently doing and says it I don't give a damn about him. No, Mistress Discipline holds my focus, and it's easy to see why.
Misha takes up the knife and starts to saw the top off the pumpkin.
You're the hot young rising star of the XHF. With how little focus people paid to MCCW, it was almost as though you came out of nowhere when you and Death Trap came close to double teaming your way to victory in the XHF Rumble. Then of course there was your victory over Timeless at All That Glitters, an excellent display made all the sweeter by how much it upset the assorted knuckle dragging neckbeards who seem to think women's wrestling should be limited to softcore porn bikini contests for their patron saint Jerry 'Overweight Paedophile' Lawler to squeal over. Clearly it impressed Anthony Caffrey that you humiliated the man who cost him the X-Crown, because he made sure to bring you to Fireside as one of his top signings.
Misha sets the pumpkin top aside and reaches a hand inside, starting to pull out the 'guts' of the squash.
I do find it interesting Death Trap hasn't signed up with you. You two are so rarely seen apart. Did Caffrey not want him here? Unlikely, given his impressive resume. Did Death Trap not want to work for Caffrey? Possible; our employer is a man unafraid to speak his mind and rub people up the wrong way. Or was this a conscious decision for the sake of your career? Death Trap's made no secret that he sees you as the future of the XHF, and to achieve that goal you'll need seasoning as a solo wrestler without his shadow constantly looming over you.
Or maybe he just realised sooner or later you'd fuck things up for him, like you did in the End of Days Tag Eliminator final when you dumped Radu's bugs over him and Caffrey and broke his little anti-pain trance.
That cruel smile flashes across his face.
Seriously, you could have just stamped on Caffrey or something to break the hold. I may be a high flyer with a propensity for highlight reel moments, but even I know that sometimes a simple boot to the head is the best course of action.
Misha shakes his head as he finishes disembowelling the pumpkin, the pulp dumped with a ~SPLAT~ into some kind of bin that apparently is beside him.
Still, we all make mistakes. Your associate has apparently somehow accidentally engaged in human trafficking, which is now being presented as a wacky jape instead of a crime. Majesty attacked me, ensuring that if we are to meet in the final I will have ample drive to make them wish they'd never come to Fireside. Derrick Lancaster's dad didn't pull out in time. Even a Self Made God like me can err. I underestimated Dakota Jennings and was made to look foolish when she placed me in a situation where I was forced to quit to avoid a broken neck. Admittedly, that one looks less egregious considering she has since taken out James Mueller and Brad Swann on her way to the End of Days final against the world's oldest looking teenager.
Taking up the knife once more, Misha starts to carve something on to the side of the pumpkin facing him.
Here's the thing about mistakes though: you can only afford to make them once. Too many mistakes and you end up as some perennial also-ran, making up the numbers in a midcard tag match while whining without merit that you deserve something better. You have made your first big mistake, and now you're looking to bounce back. This leads to your second big mistake...
Misha places the top back on the pumpkin, and takes a moment to admire his handiwork. Then in a sudden blur of motion he viciously rams the knife through the top of the pumpkin, probably burying an inch or two of it into the counter, the blade juddering as he glares into the camera.
I am not a fucking springboard.
Let's make something very clear, Discipline. I may have respect for, but I do not for a second believe you are better than me. More fortunate, certainly, in that you have found a mentor who supports you and nurtures your talents, giving you access to opportunities which allow you to gain notoriety. But Death Trap is not here with you now, and I am no Timeless swaggering about blind in toxic masculinity. I know that you are good, but I am better. Come Wednesday Night Inferno, you are going to learn that simple fact the hard way. Your flexibility, your submissions, they will not save you when falls count anywhere and all weapons are legal and you are face to face with a Self Made God who clawed his way from the gutter to the stars. I will beat you, I will beat Derrick Lancaster, and if they get in my way I will beat down Dr Chaos and Sarah too.
He leans forward over the counter.
The spotlight you have earned, I will take. Fireside and the XHF will see who the true rookie sensation is. Anthony Caffrey will see who his most valuable signing is. And you? What will you do? Well...
He pulls the knife free and walks off, turning the pumpkin round as he does so, showing the camera what is carved on it:
KNEEL
BEFORE
GOD
BEFORE
GOD
Fade to black.