Post by J.D on Jul 14, 2018 16:17:02 GMT -5
--Rebel 3
--Pending psyche changes
--Vs. Seis Muertos vs Alicia Hixx
--( Promo)
--Pending psyche changes
--Vs. Seis Muertos vs Alicia Hixx
--( Promo)
J.D is rubbing the back of his neck, head hanging but there isn’t a smallness to this stance. It appears tired but when it looks up there is clearly something burning behind those eyes.
“I wake up and I creak. I move too quickly and I wince. My body stables itself in training enough for me to test new limits. Adapting to change in environment or physical is how we thrive in this sport. I know what my opponent might believe they are looking at: prey. What they see is someone who has suffered an injury doomed to be slower, weaker, but won’t they be surprised when I shove their teeth down their throats! While I adjust to these altars, let those assumptions stack up against them because stumbling into a match half-blind is hilarious. Don’t always trust what is in front of your eyes because your perception isn’t always correct. Doesn’t matter what that coward did— he did it, ran, and now I’ll have to show the rest of the roster what happens when someone stabs the bear.”
“Despite the mild megrims lingering in the absence… I somehow offer a little more insight on what my body handles. Flipping unfortunate circumstances in my own favor. Still a threat to the rest of the opponents that step into that ring with me. Now I’m bloodthirsty; Starved-- actually. Somebody has to pay the Goddamn fee for my setback! If someone isn’t limping from that ring, dazed, stars circling above their heads, dragging their sorry-ass-husks up the ramp, or being carted, then we aren’t finished yet...
— Drum
— ‘Em
— Up!
‘Cause we have the newest victims to the bloodbath. Sacrifices? Hmm. No, I’m not a God that requires anything so flamboyant. Let’s stick with victims. Trust me, Alicia, Seis Muertos… You’ll feel that title soon enough.”
J.D cracks a sick grin having to hid it beneath his palm. There is a moment of snide chuckles all muffled until finally a deep inhale rids the chuckles. He drops the hand down shaking out his brunette locks.
“Six deaths? I’m rather proud of myself for translating that without Google. Interesting name considering you’ve flown rather low under the radar. Nothing sparked acknowledgement in the locker room. Hey, perhaps there is a black horse stomping his hool to set off down the tracks… You won’t win this race if you wait for it, buddy. Shit, if you continue to be akin to wallpaper then there’s no need to really be concerned. It is a shame while I enjoy dismembering my opponents they need to reach that height first! Give me a fucking challenge. ‘Salt the meat’ — ‘sweeten the wine” — Make the victory worth something or this will be like training for me…”
With a swipe of his hand the screen spun in a quick circle only to land back on him. He combs fingers back through hair exhaling a long, exasperated sigh.
“Alicia… How do I put this gently? Nah, fuck it. Shut that fucking gaping hole you call a mouth. As far as we are concerned you were defeated. Kiss it goodbye, sweetheart because those results will not change. Nothing pisses me off then a loser trying to challenge me when they haven’t improved. Clawing at my pants leg with empty threats so dull that I’ll play them on a loop to fall asleep to! You are reeking of desperation, Alicia, it is filling up the ring but don’t fret too much I’ll end that suffering. Maybe you’ll actually present a resemblance of a challenge enough to satisfy me. I truly, hand to God, doubt it.”
“You won’t escape from that ring. No one is taking a win from me unless it is well deserved and, Alicia and Seis aren’t worthy.”
J.D smirks extending a hand that envelopes the screen in darkness.
“I wake up and I creak. I move too quickly and I wince. My body stables itself in training enough for me to test new limits. Adapting to change in environment or physical is how we thrive in this sport. I know what my opponent might believe they are looking at: prey. What they see is someone who has suffered an injury doomed to be slower, weaker, but won’t they be surprised when I shove their teeth down their throats! While I adjust to these altars, let those assumptions stack up against them because stumbling into a match half-blind is hilarious. Don’t always trust what is in front of your eyes because your perception isn’t always correct. Doesn’t matter what that coward did— he did it, ran, and now I’ll have to show the rest of the roster what happens when someone stabs the bear.”
“Despite the mild megrims lingering in the absence… I somehow offer a little more insight on what my body handles. Flipping unfortunate circumstances in my own favor. Still a threat to the rest of the opponents that step into that ring with me. Now I’m bloodthirsty; Starved-- actually. Somebody has to pay the Goddamn fee for my setback! If someone isn’t limping from that ring, dazed, stars circling above their heads, dragging their sorry-ass-husks up the ramp, or being carted, then we aren’t finished yet...
— Drum
— ‘Em
— Up!
‘Cause we have the newest victims to the bloodbath. Sacrifices? Hmm. No, I’m not a God that requires anything so flamboyant. Let’s stick with victims. Trust me, Alicia, Seis Muertos… You’ll feel that title soon enough.”
J.D cracks a sick grin having to hid it beneath his palm. There is a moment of snide chuckles all muffled until finally a deep inhale rids the chuckles. He drops the hand down shaking out his brunette locks.
“Six deaths? I’m rather proud of myself for translating that without Google. Interesting name considering you’ve flown rather low under the radar. Nothing sparked acknowledgement in the locker room. Hey, perhaps there is a black horse stomping his hool to set off down the tracks… You won’t win this race if you wait for it, buddy. Shit, if you continue to be akin to wallpaper then there’s no need to really be concerned. It is a shame while I enjoy dismembering my opponents they need to reach that height first! Give me a fucking challenge. ‘Salt the meat’ — ‘sweeten the wine” — Make the victory worth something or this will be like training for me…”
With a swipe of his hand the screen spun in a quick circle only to land back on him. He combs fingers back through hair exhaling a long, exasperated sigh.
“Alicia… How do I put this gently? Nah, fuck it. Shut that fucking gaping hole you call a mouth. As far as we are concerned you were defeated. Kiss it goodbye, sweetheart because those results will not change. Nothing pisses me off then a loser trying to challenge me when they haven’t improved. Clawing at my pants leg with empty threats so dull that I’ll play them on a loop to fall asleep to! You are reeking of desperation, Alicia, it is filling up the ring but don’t fret too much I’ll end that suffering. Maybe you’ll actually present a resemblance of a challenge enough to satisfy me. I truly, hand to God, doubt it.”
“You won’t escape from that ring. No one is taking a win from me unless it is well deserved and, Alicia and Seis aren’t worthy.”
J.D smirks extending a hand that envelopes the screen in darkness.