International Relations, Part 2: Serenity
May 25, 2015 10:51:30 GMT -5
Post by styg on May 25, 2015 10:51:30 GMT -5
The old red brick walls of Shane Tallin's Battlegrounds Academy in Ottawa, bare save for the vintage wrestling posters pasted across them. Before them, wearing a black Beneath The Massacre hoody and a mocking grin, is Serenity.
"You disappoint me, Brody," she sneers, "I thought you understood. I thought you 'd looked into the void like I have and seen the enormity of nothingness, and that you'd accepted it. I'd even allowed myself hope, just once - the hope you were liberated. But I saw your little promo about me, and I realised that no matter how much you've looked, you ain't seen a damn thing. You're no nihilist, Brody. You're a weak little boy, scared of the dark, scared of the monsters under the bed. You don't understand the void, and to your credit you didn't run away from it, but you went the other way: you fetishised it." She shakes her head. "You're just like all of them, the other assholes and idiots around here, holding a stance that means oh, so much to you and fighting to make people see things your way. What a shame. What a waste." She shrugs. "I hope you don't take your victory over me in the ring as a moral victory. There's no such thing as a moral victory... but Brody, I'm not so sure anymore that you would understand that."
She straightens up a bit and sniffs. "But it's the truth. There is no moral victory because morality is a lie. There's no justice, no rules of right and wrong etched into the sky. All of us are just dancing through shit until we die. Which brings me to Hans and Liesl; don't think I attacked you after your match because it was 'the right thing to do'. Don't think enough of yourselves as villains to make me a hero. I did it because it was fucking funny. You both have so much rage and ambition, and it's hilarious. Your anger amuses me. I laugh and clap my hands when you're thwarted - not because of any false concept of cosmic justice, but because of the blind fury it sends you into, the absurd doubling down on your anger, like it remotely matters. It doesn't. None of it matters. Nothing matters. You're two more idiots fighting for a hollow illusion of a cause... it's not my moral duty to stop you. It's just me squeezing a little fun from this rock before we all go to our graves."
The slyness fades from her smirk. "Bree, Don - believe it or not I don't feel that way about you, because you're not trying to convince anyone else of some position. You're just doing you guys. That's fair enough. I figure you two might be looking for some payback against some Germans in this threeway match we got coming up - know what, go ahead. I ain't gonna lift a finger to stop you. Nobody deserves anything, but Hans and Liesl definitely don't deserve mercy. Shit, I'll probably find you two kicking the shit out of them hilarious too. Maybe I'll even help, if the mood takes me. And when we're done with them, just the four of us left - let's go at it without the tired and tedious crusading, just four people doing what they do for themselves. That might not be meaningful, but it's all that matters if we say it does."
She claps her hands once, loudly, treats the camera to a sideways middle finger, then finishes with: "Don't nobody die before we get to Gibsonville, alright? Peace."
"You disappoint me, Brody," she sneers, "I thought you understood. I thought you 'd looked into the void like I have and seen the enormity of nothingness, and that you'd accepted it. I'd even allowed myself hope, just once - the hope you were liberated. But I saw your little promo about me, and I realised that no matter how much you've looked, you ain't seen a damn thing. You're no nihilist, Brody. You're a weak little boy, scared of the dark, scared of the monsters under the bed. You don't understand the void, and to your credit you didn't run away from it, but you went the other way: you fetishised it." She shakes her head. "You're just like all of them, the other assholes and idiots around here, holding a stance that means oh, so much to you and fighting to make people see things your way. What a shame. What a waste." She shrugs. "I hope you don't take your victory over me in the ring as a moral victory. There's no such thing as a moral victory... but Brody, I'm not so sure anymore that you would understand that."
She straightens up a bit and sniffs. "But it's the truth. There is no moral victory because morality is a lie. There's no justice, no rules of right and wrong etched into the sky. All of us are just dancing through shit until we die. Which brings me to Hans and Liesl; don't think I attacked you after your match because it was 'the right thing to do'. Don't think enough of yourselves as villains to make me a hero. I did it because it was fucking funny. You both have so much rage and ambition, and it's hilarious. Your anger amuses me. I laugh and clap my hands when you're thwarted - not because of any false concept of cosmic justice, but because of the blind fury it sends you into, the absurd doubling down on your anger, like it remotely matters. It doesn't. None of it matters. Nothing matters. You're two more idiots fighting for a hollow illusion of a cause... it's not my moral duty to stop you. It's just me squeezing a little fun from this rock before we all go to our graves."
The slyness fades from her smirk. "Bree, Don - believe it or not I don't feel that way about you, because you're not trying to convince anyone else of some position. You're just doing you guys. That's fair enough. I figure you two might be looking for some payback against some Germans in this threeway match we got coming up - know what, go ahead. I ain't gonna lift a finger to stop you. Nobody deserves anything, but Hans and Liesl definitely don't deserve mercy. Shit, I'll probably find you two kicking the shit out of them hilarious too. Maybe I'll even help, if the mood takes me. And when we're done with them, just the four of us left - let's go at it without the tired and tedious crusading, just four people doing what they do for themselves. That might not be meaningful, but it's all that matters if we say it does."
She claps her hands once, loudly, treats the camera to a sideways middle finger, then finishes with: "Don't nobody die before we get to Gibsonville, alright? Peace."