Post by Kris on Feb 4, 2024 14:03:44 GMT -5
"Wesley Crane is a dead man."
Bloodied lips snarl that statement of fact as the visual cuts in, Eli Dresden's incandescent rage on full display. And really, can she be blamed? Anyone else who had just been robbed of a hard-fought victory that was rightfully theirs would be just as pissed off, and anyone who claims otherwise is full of shit. She hasn't done a damned thing to clean herself up, wiped away a single drop of sweat or blood--no, she's just charging right into things in an attempt to make her anger productive.
"Oh, I'm sure--I'm fucking positive, actually, that ol' Wessy thinks that he's not gonna suffer the consequences of his actions. Shit, he'll probably never actually fess up to how he had to hide on the outside like a little bitch to win... but you know what? His delusions of gettin' off scott free ain't gonna do a damn thing to keep me from makin' sure he'll need feeding instructions tattooed on his forehead when I'm through with him. Though really, Wessie--how sad is it that you've made it clear that you've got less balls than most women?"
A scoff.
"But as much as I want to go right back out there and track that son of a bitch down, Frank Wormwood would probably disapprove of me rippin' Wessy to shreds like an angry weasel... so I've got to take a breath--"
In and out, slow and controlled--and maybe there's a little bit of calm in Eli's demeanor now, but it ain't much. Ah well, it's better than nothing right?
Right?
"--and focus on what's ahead of me. The opportunity to knock Wessy's dick in the dirt will be coming my way sooner rather than later. Actually, come to think of it? All I've gotta do to get him in the perfect situation to become the consequences of his own actions is win my next match... though I'm sure his Royal Doucheness is going to take offense at how I simplified things there, huh? Why, I can just hear it now..."
Eli clears her throat before putting on a purposefully bad snooty British accent.
"How dare you not kneel before me and my pretentiousness?! In spite of the damage I've done to the legacy I refuse to shut my mouth about by being as unreliable as condoms from Wish.com, clearly it is disrespect from cretins like you that truly besmirch it! I am above you in each and every way in spite of losing my ass off these last couple years and sucking out loud! OFF WITH YOUR HEAD--"
And there's the coughing fit from going too hard on the ol' vocal chords for the sake of a joke. Oops. A couple hacks and Eli clears her throat again, this time to hopefully sound normal again.
"And yeah, I know--I don't exactly have the best track record when it comes to consistency either, but at least I own the problems that I've had with that in the past. You, though... you sure as shit don't. Instead, you act like you can just waltz in and out without being called out on it, expecting the red carpet to be rolled out for your pompous ass every time as if your presence is a privilege. And you know what's sad?"
Eli's expression grows serious.
"At one time, it would have been a privilege to stand across the ring from you, to go toe-to-toe with the Mad King when he was at the top of his game. If this was the Brad Swann that ran rampshod through the ranks of the XHF before I came around? Then I'd be grinnin' like a Cheshire Cat, eager as all fuckin' get out to throw down in the middle of the ring like I did with Dar in Saskatoon. It'd be the kind of challenge that gets me off the way that so, so many people wish they even had the chance to."
Somewhere, one can imagine Sinclair Godfrey's blood pressure going through the roof.
" But you're not that man anymore--and yes, this is your reminder that you are, indeed, just a man. Maybe you sat upon a throne that mattered once upon a time, but now?
Now, you rule over nothing.
All that's on your head is a Burger King crown with your name scribbled on in Sharpie, and that throne of yours is a rusted-up old folding chair from the storage closet. And as you flip through your thesaurus to find whatever words you think make you sound the most regal... I bust my ass, day in and day out, to continue to prove that I deserve to be taken seriously. And in case you were too busy fantasizing ways to excuse your middlin' performance at Showdown in Saskatoon to actually pay attention, I did just that by being the one to eliminate a woman who is more of a threat in that ring than you ever could hope to be. And if you think for one single, solitary moment that you're goin' to stand in the way of me gettin' the chance to right that wrong and cement my status as a threat?"
A single shake of her head.
"Then you better have all the king's horses and all the king's men ready to try to put you back together again because I will not be stopped. Actually, no scratch that... it's not that I will not be stopped. It's that I cannot be stopped, especially not by you."
Eli leans in as the camera shifts position to be beneath her so she has to look down to meet the lens with her bloody gaze piercing into the camera's lens. At Vorpal-sharp smirk curls her lips.
""Now be a good little bitch and kneel before your queen."
Fade.
Bloodied lips snarl that statement of fact as the visual cuts in, Eli Dresden's incandescent rage on full display. And really, can she be blamed? Anyone else who had just been robbed of a hard-fought victory that was rightfully theirs would be just as pissed off, and anyone who claims otherwise is full of shit. She hasn't done a damned thing to clean herself up, wiped away a single drop of sweat or blood--no, she's just charging right into things in an attempt to make her anger productive.
"Oh, I'm sure--I'm fucking positive, actually, that ol' Wessy thinks that he's not gonna suffer the consequences of his actions. Shit, he'll probably never actually fess up to how he had to hide on the outside like a little bitch to win... but you know what? His delusions of gettin' off scott free ain't gonna do a damn thing to keep me from makin' sure he'll need feeding instructions tattooed on his forehead when I'm through with him. Though really, Wessie--how sad is it that you've made it clear that you've got less balls than most women?"
A scoff.
"But as much as I want to go right back out there and track that son of a bitch down, Frank Wormwood would probably disapprove of me rippin' Wessy to shreds like an angry weasel... so I've got to take a breath--"
In and out, slow and controlled--and maybe there's a little bit of calm in Eli's demeanor now, but it ain't much. Ah well, it's better than nothing right?
Right?
"--and focus on what's ahead of me. The opportunity to knock Wessy's dick in the dirt will be coming my way sooner rather than later. Actually, come to think of it? All I've gotta do to get him in the perfect situation to become the consequences of his own actions is win my next match... though I'm sure his Royal Doucheness is going to take offense at how I simplified things there, huh? Why, I can just hear it now..."
Eli clears her throat before putting on a purposefully bad snooty British accent.
"How dare you not kneel before me and my pretentiousness?! In spite of the damage I've done to the legacy I refuse to shut my mouth about by being as unreliable as condoms from Wish.com, clearly it is disrespect from cretins like you that truly besmirch it! I am above you in each and every way in spite of losing my ass off these last couple years and sucking out loud! OFF WITH YOUR HEAD--"
And there's the coughing fit from going too hard on the ol' vocal chords for the sake of a joke. Oops. A couple hacks and Eli clears her throat again, this time to hopefully sound normal again.
"And yeah, I know--I don't exactly have the best track record when it comes to consistency either, but at least I own the problems that I've had with that in the past. You, though... you sure as shit don't. Instead, you act like you can just waltz in and out without being called out on it, expecting the red carpet to be rolled out for your pompous ass every time as if your presence is a privilege. And you know what's sad?"
Eli's expression grows serious.
"At one time, it would have been a privilege to stand across the ring from you, to go toe-to-toe with the Mad King when he was at the top of his game. If this was the Brad Swann that ran rampshod through the ranks of the XHF before I came around? Then I'd be grinnin' like a Cheshire Cat, eager as all fuckin' get out to throw down in the middle of the ring like I did with Dar in Saskatoon. It'd be the kind of challenge that gets me off the way that so, so many people wish they even had the chance to."
Somewhere, one can imagine Sinclair Godfrey's blood pressure going through the roof.
" But you're not that man anymore--and yes, this is your reminder that you are, indeed, just a man. Maybe you sat upon a throne that mattered once upon a time, but now?
Now, you rule over nothing.
All that's on your head is a Burger King crown with your name scribbled on in Sharpie, and that throne of yours is a rusted-up old folding chair from the storage closet. And as you flip through your thesaurus to find whatever words you think make you sound the most regal... I bust my ass, day in and day out, to continue to prove that I deserve to be taken seriously. And in case you were too busy fantasizing ways to excuse your middlin' performance at Showdown in Saskatoon to actually pay attention, I did just that by being the one to eliminate a woman who is more of a threat in that ring than you ever could hope to be. And if you think for one single, solitary moment that you're goin' to stand in the way of me gettin' the chance to right that wrong and cement my status as a threat?"
A single shake of her head.
"Then you better have all the king's horses and all the king's men ready to try to put you back together again because I will not be stopped. Actually, no scratch that... it's not that I will not be stopped. It's that I cannot be stopped, especially not by you."
Eli leans in as the camera shifts position to be beneath her so she has to look down to meet the lens with her bloody gaze piercing into the camera's lens. At Vorpal-sharp smirk curls her lips.
""Now be a good little bitch and kneel before your queen."
Fade.
