Post by Jessica | Rémiel on Jul 14, 2018 22:00:33 GMT -5
REMI FONTAINE
Prince Sekhmethotep
Chapter 2-3: S t r i n g s
West Coast Genesis: HYPE! 014
Vs. Adam Sanders
NEW! Vlog by Remi Fontaine
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In the darkness, one dangling light shines on an enigmatic figure. His face is painted to resemble a vicious crimson lion with snake-like fangs. His dark hair frames around his painted face, his eyes closed, his smile calm… and eerie.
Remi Fontaine.
“Ah… I can still hear the roar of the fans on the June 30th edition of Unscripted. The thundering cheers for their new West Coast Genesis Long Beach Champion, our esteemed General Manager's adorable lion cub of a husband, Austen Blackwell. It’s the Cinderella fairytale come true. The new hero of the Dark Ages triumphs over the False Devil's Queen and Sekhmet’s Prince.
Bravo, bravo!”
There is an agonizingly slow applause from the young man before the camera. When he opens his bright blue eyes, a grin forms on his youthful face. That grin settles down into an amused smile. The facial expression that he wears is both jovial and humorous. His eyes shimmer in the single light dangling above him. Except for this single illumination that acts like a spotlight, the entire area he's video recording in remains shrouded by the darkness.
“Congratulations, Austen. You've come so far on your path in wrestling. Originally, your journey started on the path of the South Bay Championship, but when the competition of that division was too hard for you, you begged the former Signorina Carter to move you to the Long Beach division of the development company. The reality of the constant defeat you experienced was too much for you to accept. So, through begging and pleading, you were relocated into the lowest tier of WCG. Poor little cub…
But in due time, your first opportunity to challenge for the Long Beach Championship arrived when you faced the eternal pessimist, Isabelle Collingwood, “Izzy Roxx”. One of the saddest, most unbearable human beings on Earth, someone who was an absolute negative toxicity to a shy and awkward mortal from Grand Rapids, Michigan… It was the perfect opportunity for you to prove yourself and rip the championship gold from her brittle existence. Yet somehow you failed! It was no one's fault but your own. You were far too weak and insignificant to take down such a wretched woman who can barely be considered an adult.
Now I know what you're thinking!”
He raises his right index finger in the air, quick to defend against the incoming protests.
“Rémiel is eighteen years old.”
It is at this point when the realization comes to the surface. This is not Remi Fontaine… not the Rebel Angel the wrestling industry knows anyway. This is someone else entirely. The dawn of his new era.
Prince Sekhmethotep.
“Naturally, Rémiel is still a young man and there is no denying his youth. However, his intelligence skyrockets Isabelle’s and his maturity is far more developed. He is what a young adult should be like. She's just a petulant child whom we all hope Miss Sela Rica-Lark utterly destroys.”
Lowering his hand, he looks straight into the camera and chuckles.
“You're blatantly lying if you don't wish for such a sweet, justified action.”
A knowing little grin crosses his face before he continues.
“But let me get back to the new hero's story. You do love a good fairytale, don't you Signore Blackwell? Your second challenge for the Long Beach Championship was against Rémiel, himself. The newly crowned champion was more than happy to defend his title for the very first time and it would have been a flawless success… had it not been for the failed perception of referee Corey Carter. Come to think of it, that was the second time he tarnished a wrestling match for Signorino Fontaine. Hmm, I'll have to investigate this conspiracy later.
Regardless, that was your second failure to obtain the Long Beach Championship. Then the third challenge presented itself and, well… we're exactly where I started the video blog. To put it simply, it took you three challenges before you were finally good enough to become the champion of the lowest tier in WCG. And to think, your third chance was granted by the clear favoritism of your wife, the ultimate biased General Manager, Signora Blackwell. Your “oral communication” skill must have been impressive. It would be a shame if you lost the gold to Signorina Alejandro on your first defense...
Actually, it would be hilarious.
Make it so.”
He leers before he continues on.
“Adam…
Adam, Adam,
A d a m. . .”
The creepiness of his sing-song voice resonates.
“I don't understand what Rémiel saw within you. He told me you were his friend, his companion, someone who was like an older brother to him. As he is an only child, I can understand why he formed such a close attachment to you. As awkward as you are, you made him happy. You supported him when he was down and you defended him when that lowly Christopher Marks laughed more than a hyena at his insufferable losses.
I should annihilate that man on my free time… and record it. Just for fun.
Rémiel calls you his long lost brother. I call you a liability. I see how reliant you are on other people. You depend on the likes of your mentor Adrien Cochrane, your manager Edward Walker, your time-delusioned best friend Betsy Granger, your wench-on-the-side Jessica Sears, your Tree of Might Dean Matthews, your friendly yet deprived rival Melina Wilson-Garrison-King… I really don't care for such trash… and, of course, your dearly beloved Tasmin Richards. When you and Rémiel were defeated by Jason and Alicia Perry, I decided to take matters into my own hands. I wanted to teach you how to be strong. Do what the young man did at that very moment…
Break free of the strings.
You were… devastated. Haha. But this was the harsh lesson you.needed to learn. You were off the grid. You went home and you were alone. This was the perfect opportunity for you to stand on your own two feet and come back stronger than ever before. I didn't hurt you out of pleasure. I wounded you because I wanted you to rely on yourself, to become a survivor, and prove that you are strong and brave all on your own. Alas, you were weak. You couldn't rise above. Instead, your Tasmanian Devil had to come to your rescue. You were locked away in the tower of your own home, and when she came dressed in her roguelike clothing, she called out to you like so…
Adam Sanders, Adam Sanders, let down your hair!
And just like that, you fell into the same loophole you were trapped in… Always depending on others. Forever relying on your loved ones to bring you back into the real world…”
A darkness falls over the Prince's eyes.
“STOP BEING A PUPPET, YOU WORTHLESS FOOL!”
He glares straight at the camera. The light flickers before it's completely dark.
“...Be seeing you, my brethren…”
Prince Sekhmethotep
Chapter 2-3: S t r i n g s
West Coast Genesis: HYPE! 014
Vs. Adam Sanders
NEW! Vlog by Remi Fontaine
Uploading. . . Upload Complete!
In the darkness, one dangling light shines on an enigmatic figure. His face is painted to resemble a vicious crimson lion with snake-like fangs. His dark hair frames around his painted face, his eyes closed, his smile calm… and eerie.
Remi Fontaine.
“Ah… I can still hear the roar of the fans on the June 30th edition of Unscripted. The thundering cheers for their new West Coast Genesis Long Beach Champion, our esteemed General Manager's adorable lion cub of a husband, Austen Blackwell. It’s the Cinderella fairytale come true. The new hero of the Dark Ages triumphs over the False Devil's Queen and Sekhmet’s Prince.
Bravo, bravo!”
There is an agonizingly slow applause from the young man before the camera. When he opens his bright blue eyes, a grin forms on his youthful face. That grin settles down into an amused smile. The facial expression that he wears is both jovial and humorous. His eyes shimmer in the single light dangling above him. Except for this single illumination that acts like a spotlight, the entire area he's video recording in remains shrouded by the darkness.
“Congratulations, Austen. You've come so far on your path in wrestling. Originally, your journey started on the path of the South Bay Championship, but when the competition of that division was too hard for you, you begged the former Signorina Carter to move you to the Long Beach division of the development company. The reality of the constant defeat you experienced was too much for you to accept. So, through begging and pleading, you were relocated into the lowest tier of WCG. Poor little cub…
But in due time, your first opportunity to challenge for the Long Beach Championship arrived when you faced the eternal pessimist, Isabelle Collingwood, “Izzy Roxx”. One of the saddest, most unbearable human beings on Earth, someone who was an absolute negative toxicity to a shy and awkward mortal from Grand Rapids, Michigan… It was the perfect opportunity for you to prove yourself and rip the championship gold from her brittle existence. Yet somehow you failed! It was no one's fault but your own. You were far too weak and insignificant to take down such a wretched woman who can barely be considered an adult.
Now I know what you're thinking!”
He raises his right index finger in the air, quick to defend against the incoming protests.
“Rémiel is eighteen years old.”
It is at this point when the realization comes to the surface. This is not Remi Fontaine… not the Rebel Angel the wrestling industry knows anyway. This is someone else entirely. The dawn of his new era.
Prince Sekhmethotep.
“Naturally, Rémiel is still a young man and there is no denying his youth. However, his intelligence skyrockets Isabelle’s and his maturity is far more developed. He is what a young adult should be like. She's just a petulant child whom we all hope Miss Sela Rica-Lark utterly destroys.”
Lowering his hand, he looks straight into the camera and chuckles.
“You're blatantly lying if you don't wish for such a sweet, justified action.”
A knowing little grin crosses his face before he continues.
“But let me get back to the new hero's story. You do love a good fairytale, don't you Signore Blackwell? Your second challenge for the Long Beach Championship was against Rémiel, himself. The newly crowned champion was more than happy to defend his title for the very first time and it would have been a flawless success… had it not been for the failed perception of referee Corey Carter. Come to think of it, that was the second time he tarnished a wrestling match for Signorino Fontaine. Hmm, I'll have to investigate this conspiracy later.
Regardless, that was your second failure to obtain the Long Beach Championship. Then the third challenge presented itself and, well… we're exactly where I started the video blog. To put it simply, it took you three challenges before you were finally good enough to become the champion of the lowest tier in WCG. And to think, your third chance was granted by the clear favoritism of your wife, the ultimate biased General Manager, Signora Blackwell. Your “oral communication” skill must have been impressive. It would be a shame if you lost the gold to Signorina Alejandro on your first defense...
Actually, it would be hilarious.
Make it so.”
He leers before he continues on.
“Adam…
Adam, Adam,
A d a m. . .”
The creepiness of his sing-song voice resonates.
“I don't understand what Rémiel saw within you. He told me you were his friend, his companion, someone who was like an older brother to him. As he is an only child, I can understand why he formed such a close attachment to you. As awkward as you are, you made him happy. You supported him when he was down and you defended him when that lowly Christopher Marks laughed more than a hyena at his insufferable losses.
I should annihilate that man on my free time… and record it. Just for fun.
Rémiel calls you his long lost brother. I call you a liability. I see how reliant you are on other people. You depend on the likes of your mentor Adrien Cochrane, your manager Edward Walker, your time-delusioned best friend Betsy Granger, your wench-on-the-side Jessica Sears, your Tree of Might Dean Matthews, your friendly yet deprived rival Melina Wilson-Garrison-King… I really don't care for such trash… and, of course, your dearly beloved Tasmin Richards. When you and Rémiel were defeated by Jason and Alicia Perry, I decided to take matters into my own hands. I wanted to teach you how to be strong. Do what the young man did at that very moment…
Break free of the strings.
You were… devastated. Haha. But this was the harsh lesson you.needed to learn. You were off the grid. You went home and you were alone. This was the perfect opportunity for you to stand on your own two feet and come back stronger than ever before. I didn't hurt you out of pleasure. I wounded you because I wanted you to rely on yourself, to become a survivor, and prove that you are strong and brave all on your own. Alas, you were weak. You couldn't rise above. Instead, your Tasmanian Devil had to come to your rescue. You were locked away in the tower of your own home, and when she came dressed in her roguelike clothing, she called out to you like so…
Adam Sanders, Adam Sanders, let down your hair!
And just like that, you fell into the same loophole you were trapped in… Always depending on others. Forever relying on your loved ones to bring you back into the real world…”
A darkness falls over the Prince's eyes.
“STOP BEING A PUPPET, YOU WORTHLESS FOOL!”
He glares straight at the camera. The light flickers before it's completely dark.
“...Be seeing you, my brethren…”