Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2021 22:11:42 GMT -5
"Everywhere you look there are people hiding behind their masks." What a load of shit.
Mystique chuckles through the irony of the statement. A blue light flickers on, showing Mystique faintly in a blue glow.
The notion that one would "hide" behind a mask is a simple, pea-brained thought. For example, I wear this mask because I don't want to be defined as someone with a pretty face. I wear it because rather than the woman behind the mask being the one who takes over the NLW, I want it to be known that anyone can take whatever it is that they want regardless of who is beneath the mask. There is no hiding here because I've got nothing to hide. I've got no past. Prior to my first Ascendency match, no one knew a damn thing about me. Those "men" that I stood in the ring with at Ascendency a week and a half ago .. they thought that I was just going to roll over because I am a little lady. They would never be so wrong.
Mystique brushes her hair back in the unusual glow in the room.
Mr. James tried to take me out of the equation with that powerbomb. But I ..
Mystique stands up and flips her steel chair around, sitting back down on it backwards. She runs her fingertips along the rim of the chair top.
.. brought in an equalizer. Mr. James and Mr. Bishop laid their hands on the referee and the match should have gone in my favor .. it was instead thrown out. So, at that point, who cares how I left my mark? Not only did I clear the ring of that walking slug named James, but my equalizer and I softened up Mr. Bishop to the point that The Prick broke his collarbone and eliminated him from the equation indefinitely. Oh how good is karma?
Mystique's smirk can almost be seen under the mask in the glow.
Who wants to underestimate this little lady now?
Mystique shrugs, her hair falling back down over her shoulders.
But now this leads to Masquerade, an event decorated within the pomp and circumstance of Mardi Gras. There would be no better way for us to celebrate a day full of gluttony by handing two people their own fat asses to feast upon.
Mystique clears her throat, stopping herself in her tracks.
How rude of me. My apologies to Ms. Brookes. No lady likes to be called 'fat.' But the fact of the matter is that I don't give a damn if you're a man or a woman .. I will treat you exactly the same in this course of domination. Everyone has already seen that I can hang with the 'big boys' when I held my own very well at the last Ascendency. So what difference does Rebecca think she is going to make when she is a mere blip on my radar? Does her one win at Ascendency Six against someone who isn't even a part of Next Level Wrestling validate her existence in this match? I guess a win comes around every once in a Dark Moon for everybody, doesn't it? Somehow, that one win catapulted you straight to the Main Event of Ascendency Eight. But that didn't go so well for you, did it Ms. Brookes?
Mystique chuckles once again, the blue light glowing off of her mask as it rattles with the vibrations her body gives off.
There were six people in that match and you are the one who failed. It must be pretty deflating being recognized as the worst of six people. And now, it won't be a pinfall that will expose your failures .. but rather a table. You will come crashing down through the wood and your failures will simply continue to pile up.
But let's not forget about The Prick.
The Prick and I have already gotten to know each other in the ring. There's a lot of irony in the fact that I threatened to take you out at Ascendency Nine with the rest of them and then you, instead, came Off The Wall right on top of me. Well-played. But don't think that did you any favors, Prick. Because I'll remember that. Forget 'a woman scorned.' Burn Mystique and there will be nothing left of you to write home about. Like Ms. Brookes, you are simply another blip on my radar.
Mystique snaps her fingers and the blue light turns off and we fade to black.
Mr. James tried to take me out of the equation with that powerbomb. But I ..
Mystique stands up and flips her steel chair around, sitting back down on it backwards. She runs her fingertips along the rim of the chair top.
.. brought in an equalizer. Mr. James and Mr. Bishop laid their hands on the referee and the match should have gone in my favor .. it was instead thrown out. So, at that point, who cares how I left my mark? Not only did I clear the ring of that walking slug named James, but my equalizer and I softened up Mr. Bishop to the point that The Prick broke his collarbone and eliminated him from the equation indefinitely. Oh how good is karma?
Mystique's smirk can almost be seen under the mask in the glow.
Who wants to underestimate this little lady now?
Mystique shrugs, her hair falling back down over her shoulders.
But now this leads to Masquerade, an event decorated within the pomp and circumstance of Mardi Gras. There would be no better way for us to celebrate a day full of gluttony by handing two people their own fat asses to feast upon.
Mystique clears her throat, stopping herself in her tracks.
How rude of me. My apologies to Ms. Brookes. No lady likes to be called 'fat.' But the fact of the matter is that I don't give a damn if you're a man or a woman .. I will treat you exactly the same in this course of domination. Everyone has already seen that I can hang with the 'big boys' when I held my own very well at the last Ascendency. So what difference does Rebecca think she is going to make when she is a mere blip on my radar? Does her one win at Ascendency Six against someone who isn't even a part of Next Level Wrestling validate her existence in this match? I guess a win comes around every once in a Dark Moon for everybody, doesn't it? Somehow, that one win catapulted you straight to the Main Event of Ascendency Eight. But that didn't go so well for you, did it Ms. Brookes?
Mystique chuckles once again, the blue light glowing off of her mask as it rattles with the vibrations her body gives off.
There were six people in that match and you are the one who failed. It must be pretty deflating being recognized as the worst of six people. And now, it won't be a pinfall that will expose your failures .. but rather a table. You will come crashing down through the wood and your failures will simply continue to pile up.
But let's not forget about The Prick.
The Prick and I have already gotten to know each other in the ring. There's a lot of irony in the fact that I threatened to take you out at Ascendency Nine with the rest of them and then you, instead, came Off The Wall right on top of me. Well-played. But don't think that did you any favors, Prick. Because I'll remember that. Forget 'a woman scorned.' Burn Mystique and there will be nothing left of you to write home about. Like Ms. Brookes, you are simply another blip on my radar.
Mystique snaps her fingers and the blue light turns off and we fade to black.