I'm The Gypsy, the Acid Queen; I'll Tear Your Soul Apart
May 3, 2016 9:15:37 GMT -5
Post by Black Adder on May 3, 2016 9:15:37 GMT -5
The room remains as dimly lit as ever with the passage of time, and Hana Song is no longer seated but walking around slowly, methodically, pacing with her hands crossed and her expression as grim and angry as ever. Her feet clack along the floor. She seems preoccupied, or perhaps just lost in thought as she searches for the right thing to say. Her footsteps stop and she stares dead on, the eye shadow heavy and dark, standing out on her pale complexion.
”You might have thought I’d forgotten about the third wheel in this little roundup, and to be honest I almost did. Can you honestly blame me, though? What’s there to remember about Prince? If there’s a reason he takes so many insipid selfies it’s not because anyone likes looking at him or believes he has skills enough to rival Ansel Adams, but because he needs something to make him believe that he’s a someone. The reason the lights go dim is so he can’t see the true feelings of the people around him as he snaps a terrible image to share to his three followers on media. There’s been a total of two selfies worth a damn, and both of them were taken by yours truly.”
“I’m sure you remember those, Prince. After all, they were a glimpse into our future. You and Nest laid out. Broken. Beaten. Crushed. And the queen predator, the snake in the grass, the huntress, yours truly, finally getting what’s mine.”
“In my previous little speech I mentioned the passage of time and I believe it to be apt here as well. Time is a funny thing when you really think about it. Can you believe it’s almost been a whole year since the Lion’s Den saw my arrival? Ten months ago was a strange time for both of us, Princey. Do you remember where you were ten months ago? Because I do. Ten months ago I was still nothing more than yet another big talker, surely, someone the Denizens assumed would get her ass beat and be lost to the ether. Ten months ago I was laying the groundwork for what has since come to pass. Ten months ago I was beating a man in front of his young son and taking pleasure in doing it. Ten months ago YOU, Prince, were losing so badly to Nest that you put on a goddamn mask.”
“You, Prince, take the term ‘sore loser’ and elevate it to unforeseen heights.”
“It’s taken you ten months to do what I’ve done in damn near half the time. And that’s the difference between us, Prince, and why it’s going to go my way come At All Costs. See, when I’m slighted I don’t run away and change my name, I strike back and I strike back harder than before. No matter how long it takes, no one escapes me. I’ve already wounded Nest and I’ve certainly damaged your pride on more than one occasion so now all I have to do is deliver the lethal injection.”
“What’s going to happen in a month’s time once you lose your big shot once again, Prince? A new mask, perhaps this one with a funny version of a President’s face? New ‘artistic’ and ‘moody’ instagram filters for your ‘photography’? Or will you just saunter off and pout your ducky lips?”
“We both want the same thing here: Nest’s reign to come to an end. But I don’t believe you are capable of doing it. You weren’t even capable of hitting the teeball that was the Tag Team Championship after I practically gave it to you on a silver platter and you expect me to believe you’re a credible threat to the one thing I’ve worked so hard to secure? There’s a reason I consider you a third wheel here, Prince, and I can’t make it any more obvious than I have.”
Hana stops her pacing and returns to her armchair, painted nails squeezing into the armrests as she makes herself comfortable.
”I’ve cut a swath through Lion’s Den, ended careers, injured people, left people hurting and wounded, all in pursuit of bringing an end to a champion that cares so little. And all that remains is to leave two more people in the grass, feasts for the rats and the crows that make up the lot of you. I don’t care how long it takes, I don’t care how much blood I shed or draw, I don’t care about anything...because I’m not leaving that ring without the Apex Championship secure in its rightful place around the waist of your once and future Queen.”
“And that’s no veiled threat. It’s a damned promise. And promises are the one thing I keep.”
”You might have thought I’d forgotten about the third wheel in this little roundup, and to be honest I almost did. Can you honestly blame me, though? What’s there to remember about Prince? If there’s a reason he takes so many insipid selfies it’s not because anyone likes looking at him or believes he has skills enough to rival Ansel Adams, but because he needs something to make him believe that he’s a someone. The reason the lights go dim is so he can’t see the true feelings of the people around him as he snaps a terrible image to share to his three followers on media. There’s been a total of two selfies worth a damn, and both of them were taken by yours truly.”
“I’m sure you remember those, Prince. After all, they were a glimpse into our future. You and Nest laid out. Broken. Beaten. Crushed. And the queen predator, the snake in the grass, the huntress, yours truly, finally getting what’s mine.”
“In my previous little speech I mentioned the passage of time and I believe it to be apt here as well. Time is a funny thing when you really think about it. Can you believe it’s almost been a whole year since the Lion’s Den saw my arrival? Ten months ago was a strange time for both of us, Princey. Do you remember where you were ten months ago? Because I do. Ten months ago I was still nothing more than yet another big talker, surely, someone the Denizens assumed would get her ass beat and be lost to the ether. Ten months ago I was laying the groundwork for what has since come to pass. Ten months ago I was beating a man in front of his young son and taking pleasure in doing it. Ten months ago YOU, Prince, were losing so badly to Nest that you put on a goddamn mask.”
“You, Prince, take the term ‘sore loser’ and elevate it to unforeseen heights.”
“It’s taken you ten months to do what I’ve done in damn near half the time. And that’s the difference between us, Prince, and why it’s going to go my way come At All Costs. See, when I’m slighted I don’t run away and change my name, I strike back and I strike back harder than before. No matter how long it takes, no one escapes me. I’ve already wounded Nest and I’ve certainly damaged your pride on more than one occasion so now all I have to do is deliver the lethal injection.”
“What’s going to happen in a month’s time once you lose your big shot once again, Prince? A new mask, perhaps this one with a funny version of a President’s face? New ‘artistic’ and ‘moody’ instagram filters for your ‘photography’? Or will you just saunter off and pout your ducky lips?”
“We both want the same thing here: Nest’s reign to come to an end. But I don’t believe you are capable of doing it. You weren’t even capable of hitting the teeball that was the Tag Team Championship after I practically gave it to you on a silver platter and you expect me to believe you’re a credible threat to the one thing I’ve worked so hard to secure? There’s a reason I consider you a third wheel here, Prince, and I can’t make it any more obvious than I have.”
Hana stops her pacing and returns to her armchair, painted nails squeezing into the armrests as she makes herself comfortable.
”I’ve cut a swath through Lion’s Den, ended careers, injured people, left people hurting and wounded, all in pursuit of bringing an end to a champion that cares so little. And all that remains is to leave two more people in the grass, feasts for the rats and the crows that make up the lot of you. I don’t care how long it takes, I don’t care how much blood I shed or draw, I don’t care about anything...because I’m not leaving that ring without the Apex Championship secure in its rightful place around the waist of your once and future Queen.”
“And that’s no veiled threat. It’s a damned promise. And promises are the one thing I keep.”