The Alpha and The Omega of YOUR FUTURE
Jan 27, 2018 15:12:17 GMT
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Post by The Plague Kevin Bishop on Jan 27, 2018 15:12:17 GMT
Open to Vincent Pryde sitting dressed in his normal cheap silver magician get up in his office, Onslaught stands behind him with his massive arms crossed. Pryde smiles at the camera as he plays with the vile of blood hanging from his neck.
“Hello Ms. Blue, you surely aren't as smart as you are beautiful, huh? You step into this office of mine, my escape from the hustle and bustle of those New York streets, and you DEMAND a match to prove yourself? You claim I'm ancient in my thought process and I don't see women as equals…”
Pryde pauses and begins to tap his fingers on the desk.
“Maybe you're right… I mean I do throw the homeless at each other as if I was some knock off of Julius Caesar ruling over a colosseum… I find enjoyment in the blood and anguish of others…”
Pryde leans toward the camera and smiles wide.
“The best part is the New Blood Thirsty… MY fans beg for my product and they crave the same exact thing I crave. Do you think they give two shits about you girls? If you look at it the way I do… I'm looking out for you! But no, you have to be stubborn and you have to take up arms against me… AND for what? To prove that you are still top billing because this WCF and the UCI gave you that slot to fill? I never once said you couldn't main event… Hell, Brooke Bell is star caliber enough to headline a Monday Bloody Monday and she's not out to overthrow me. So ask yourself, Ms. Blue… What is it that you are fighting?”
Onslaught pats Pryde on the shoulder and points to himself.
“While you ponder on that notion, I'm going to allow Onslaught take his spotlight.”
Onslaught walks to the other side of the desk and the camera follows, shaking a bit, causing Pryde to shout.
“Dwayne, focus on the man! Show him some respect!”
The camera settles and Onslaught stands with the NBW banner resting on the wall behind him.
“Bonnie Blue, you have attempted to bring a war to me this past Monday, but here I stand unfazed… You don't want to be seen as a delicate little flower but when you step into that steel structure with me and you stare death in his face… You WILL beg for mercy! In this world there's no time machine that'll give you an edge over me, because no matter how you spin it, I AM NOT like these other men you've squared off with in WCF or UCI. I am The Alpha and The Omega of your future demise. I am relentless and I am going to show you that you are indeed LOCKED IN with me… You puff out your little breast acting like you're tougher than you look and that you're going to be the monster in the cage at Blood Moon Rising. My advice to you, keep thinking it… Keep telling yourself that you're dangerous and that you will stop at nothing for equality… Its good for people to have a dream, but you're soon going to realize that this is all a nightmare that you have no control over.”
Onslaught picks up a 2x4 with nails sticking out of it all over.
“In this nightmare, me and my girl here are going to make sure you leave that cage… Oh yes and you will be leaving maimed and you will be leaving bloody… Just the way Pryde likes it… I will deliver our New Blood Thirsty a show unlike no other… Demanding this match is the dumbest thing you have ever done in your career. And believe me, Mr. Pryde showed me your electric steel cage match with Kevin Bishop…”
Pryde walks up and pats Onslaught on the back.
“You see Bonnie, your dream of equality is one destined to fail. Will you give your all? Of course you will, because that is the competitor you are and I wouldn't expect any less… But are you sure you fighting a battle that every female competitor is wanting you to? I'm not talking about that alien freak of yours either… I'm talking about the four women fighting for NBW’s Women’s title at Blood Moon Rising. Vandalia was wrestling for tequila shots at some titty bar in Tijuana before I rescued her. Karlie Nash was beaten half past dead in her career in UCI before I gave her a shot here. Fausse got her mouth kicked in with thumb tacks when Spencer Adams allowed ‘equality’. Brooke Bell is a mother aiming to show her kids she can achieve success in wrestling that'll outshine her music career… So why would I want to endanger these women by shoving them into matches with monsters like Onslaught?”
Pryde shakes his head and Onslaught still studies his 2x4.
“We are not the monsters, Bonnie and if you took a second to ask your peers what they're truly wanting at the end of the day… You'll realize, I'm the one who has everyone’s best interest at heart.”
Onslaught pats his 2x4.
“Our fans are thirsty for pain, blood, and destruction… I WILL give them what they want Bonnie! This is your beginning of your end!”
Onslaught flashes a sickening smile and Pryde nods on.
Fade out
“Hello Ms. Blue, you surely aren't as smart as you are beautiful, huh? You step into this office of mine, my escape from the hustle and bustle of those New York streets, and you DEMAND a match to prove yourself? You claim I'm ancient in my thought process and I don't see women as equals…”
Pryde pauses and begins to tap his fingers on the desk.
“Maybe you're right… I mean I do throw the homeless at each other as if I was some knock off of Julius Caesar ruling over a colosseum… I find enjoyment in the blood and anguish of others…”
Pryde leans toward the camera and smiles wide.
“The best part is the New Blood Thirsty… MY fans beg for my product and they crave the same exact thing I crave. Do you think they give two shits about you girls? If you look at it the way I do… I'm looking out for you! But no, you have to be stubborn and you have to take up arms against me… AND for what? To prove that you are still top billing because this WCF and the UCI gave you that slot to fill? I never once said you couldn't main event… Hell, Brooke Bell is star caliber enough to headline a Monday Bloody Monday and she's not out to overthrow me. So ask yourself, Ms. Blue… What is it that you are fighting?”
Onslaught pats Pryde on the shoulder and points to himself.
“While you ponder on that notion, I'm going to allow Onslaught take his spotlight.”
Onslaught walks to the other side of the desk and the camera follows, shaking a bit, causing Pryde to shout.
“Dwayne, focus on the man! Show him some respect!”
The camera settles and Onslaught stands with the NBW banner resting on the wall behind him.
“Bonnie Blue, you have attempted to bring a war to me this past Monday, but here I stand unfazed… You don't want to be seen as a delicate little flower but when you step into that steel structure with me and you stare death in his face… You WILL beg for mercy! In this world there's no time machine that'll give you an edge over me, because no matter how you spin it, I AM NOT like these other men you've squared off with in WCF or UCI. I am The Alpha and The Omega of your future demise. I am relentless and I am going to show you that you are indeed LOCKED IN with me… You puff out your little breast acting like you're tougher than you look and that you're going to be the monster in the cage at Blood Moon Rising. My advice to you, keep thinking it… Keep telling yourself that you're dangerous and that you will stop at nothing for equality… Its good for people to have a dream, but you're soon going to realize that this is all a nightmare that you have no control over.”
Onslaught picks up a 2x4 with nails sticking out of it all over.
“In this nightmare, me and my girl here are going to make sure you leave that cage… Oh yes and you will be leaving maimed and you will be leaving bloody… Just the way Pryde likes it… I will deliver our New Blood Thirsty a show unlike no other… Demanding this match is the dumbest thing you have ever done in your career. And believe me, Mr. Pryde showed me your electric steel cage match with Kevin Bishop…”
Pryde walks up and pats Onslaught on the back.
“You see Bonnie, your dream of equality is one destined to fail. Will you give your all? Of course you will, because that is the competitor you are and I wouldn't expect any less… But are you sure you fighting a battle that every female competitor is wanting you to? I'm not talking about that alien freak of yours either… I'm talking about the four women fighting for NBW’s Women’s title at Blood Moon Rising. Vandalia was wrestling for tequila shots at some titty bar in Tijuana before I rescued her. Karlie Nash was beaten half past dead in her career in UCI before I gave her a shot here. Fausse got her mouth kicked in with thumb tacks when Spencer Adams allowed ‘equality’. Brooke Bell is a mother aiming to show her kids she can achieve success in wrestling that'll outshine her music career… So why would I want to endanger these women by shoving them into matches with monsters like Onslaught?”
Pryde shakes his head and Onslaught still studies his 2x4.
“We are not the monsters, Bonnie and if you took a second to ask your peers what they're truly wanting at the end of the day… You'll realize, I'm the one who has everyone’s best interest at heart.”
Onslaught pats his 2x4.
“Our fans are thirsty for pain, blood, and destruction… I WILL give them what they want Bonnie! This is your beginning of your end!”
Onslaught flashes a sickening smile and Pryde nods on.
Fade out