"The lights are low, and there's no one else around" (RP#4)
Jul 27, 2023 16:41:41 GMT -5
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Post by bloodiedfox on Jul 27, 2023 16:41:41 GMT -5
You know, as much as I’d like to take the credit for you sending Jim Hellwig to a watery second grave, I’m afraid I’m going to have to insist that you accept fucking responsibility for your actions, Flo.
Bloodied Fox stares at the horizon, where the Sun is setting bloody red. The crimson light making the bone church that grows from the ashes of the ruined one he burned down seem even more sinister, if such a thing were possible.
What you have failed to grasp in your long winded pity party, you inbred anthropomorphic luggage, is that ultimately we are the ones who must answer for what we do. Sure, there are external forces acting on us, pressures that shape us on a subtlety scale ranging from feather-light caress to imploding submarine wall, but the final decision is always ours. Case in point, I have spoken at length about the antipathy and neglect of both the fans and those close to me grinding me down until I snapped, but that does not mean that what I have done since then has not been my responsibility. I could have chosen to continue being the people’s doormat. I could have repressed everything for even longer until I probably just Benoit’ed. But I didn’t. I chose the left handed path. I chose to stop giving a shit about what some bullshit sense of honour. I chose to abandon those that had abandoned me long long ago.
He looks down at the X*Crown title belt on his shoulder, then looks back at the camera with a smirk.
Pretty sure it was the right choice. However it pans out in the end though, it is on my head. Whatever influence others had is ultimately secondary to my decision.
But no responsibility for you, Florida Man! No, your pathetic shenanigans finally coming home to roost is not in any way, shape, or form to do with you! Everything is the fault of someone else! It’s my fault for being successful! It’s Kira’s fault for not booking you enough! It’s the XHF’s fault for not taking you seriously when you act like a damn joke all the time! Look in the fucking mirror and accept that you are where you are because of the choices you made! And spoilers! That’s where you’re staying, because in some ass-backwards reading of my situation you started burning everything around you to the ground instead of making it work for you!
He takes a breath to calm down.
BEEF, Awesome, and Sawyer may be flawed, but at least they’re honest about what they are. When Night of Champions is over and they have failed to take my title, they can at least hold their heads high knowing that they tried their way, instead of mewling like a fucking bitch. You, on the other hand, will be alone in your squalid defeat, back where you started except without even your useless goon squad to console you. You should have embraced that fluke win over me someone else gave you instead of denying, because it’s the only fucking victory over me you’re ever gonna fucking have.
He spits on the ground and walks away, the camera fading as the Sun sinks below the horizon.
Bloodied Fox stares at the horizon, where the Sun is setting bloody red. The crimson light making the bone church that grows from the ashes of the ruined one he burned down seem even more sinister, if such a thing were possible.
What you have failed to grasp in your long winded pity party, you inbred anthropomorphic luggage, is that ultimately we are the ones who must answer for what we do. Sure, there are external forces acting on us, pressures that shape us on a subtlety scale ranging from feather-light caress to imploding submarine wall, but the final decision is always ours. Case in point, I have spoken at length about the antipathy and neglect of both the fans and those close to me grinding me down until I snapped, but that does not mean that what I have done since then has not been my responsibility. I could have chosen to continue being the people’s doormat. I could have repressed everything for even longer until I probably just Benoit’ed. But I didn’t. I chose the left handed path. I chose to stop giving a shit about what some bullshit sense of honour. I chose to abandon those that had abandoned me long long ago.
He looks down at the X*Crown title belt on his shoulder, then looks back at the camera with a smirk.
Pretty sure it was the right choice. However it pans out in the end though, it is on my head. Whatever influence others had is ultimately secondary to my decision.
But no responsibility for you, Florida Man! No, your pathetic shenanigans finally coming home to roost is not in any way, shape, or form to do with you! Everything is the fault of someone else! It’s my fault for being successful! It’s Kira’s fault for not booking you enough! It’s the XHF’s fault for not taking you seriously when you act like a damn joke all the time! Look in the fucking mirror and accept that you are where you are because of the choices you made! And spoilers! That’s where you’re staying, because in some ass-backwards reading of my situation you started burning everything around you to the ground instead of making it work for you!
He takes a breath to calm down.
BEEF, Awesome, and Sawyer may be flawed, but at least they’re honest about what they are. When Night of Champions is over and they have failed to take my title, they can at least hold their heads high knowing that they tried their way, instead of mewling like a fucking bitch. You, on the other hand, will be alone in your squalid defeat, back where you started except without even your useless goon squad to console you. You should have embraced that fluke win over me someone else gave you instead of denying, because it’s the only fucking victory over me you’re ever gonna fucking have.
He spits on the ground and walks away, the camera fading as the Sun sinks below the horizon.