Post by Kayla Richards on Jul 21, 2018 6:41:46 GMT -5
24 Hours after Fallout.
“Are you people happy now?. Is this what you wanted?”
Kayla’s breathing is hard and fast, her chest heaves up and down as sweat glides down her cleavage making her chest tattoos shine. Her long black hair flows down her face and body, wet with the sweat as it drips to the floor. Her face down so we see the bridge of her nose and forehead. She continues to breathe heavily. Unable to control is as a small laugh comes from deep within turning into a snicker as her head raises straight up to the camera.
Her bright green eyes still blaze with confidence and anger but that anger, usually simmering and low key now seems to burn with a blaze behind her shadowed eyes. Her black eyeliner runs in streaks down her cheeks giving an effect of crying black bleeding tears. Her lips curl upwards into a smirk that betrays the intent of humour into something more dark, angry and sinister.
The screen goes from clear as anything you would see on TV to a black and grey static and back again, Kayla now stands to the side of the room looking around, her hand reaching towards an old gothic style mirror, as she tilts her head to the reflection the static cracks again and she is back staring at the camera, the streaks of black still there as her wild black hair stays still as the rest of her body. The uneasy stare glowing as the fire in her eyes engulfs all.
“You have destroyed us. Destroyed what we are, were, could be. You have taken it away. Our legacy, our power, our championships. Our souls. And, our king. My king. I watched as my brother a fucking monster has been neutered by NGW. His fucking balls, cut. Stolen. He has now become a fucking house plant. Losing to Tee Voland?. His win against that freak Mason Moore?. He can’t be proud of that!....that has been taken and tainted…”
“Like mine over Avery Miles. I took a hero and made him human. I took a man you applaud and think of as one of you and showed you all how weak YOU are by what I did to him. I broke him. But then, I had a win stolen from me. And as I sat there after I realised that every step forward in this godforsaken land of shit, is met with two steps back. I am now ice skating up a hill to a goal that is no longer attainable and you people...you fucking people think this beat me?. No….No no no silly rabbits…”
“Trix are for kids”
She lets out a small giggle. A childish one filled with a certain amount of cheek and bratty behavior. She suddenly stops and rolls her eyes to the right before the camera crackled and she’s on the opposite side of the room sitting on the end of a chair staring at her feet wiggling her toes, she slowly turns her head as we hit another crack and she’s back directly in front of the fourth wall.Her hand near her mouth as the fingertips from her index and middle fingers drift across her bottom lip.
“What has beaten me. In a way. Is Matthew being ostracized for his actions. Devlin Scott wants to talk about bullies and sore losers?. I want to talk about ass kissing brown nosers. See you people hate us. Talk about snakes. Like we are the bad ones you need to watch. That will strike when your back is turned. But a snake makes its sound, and has a movement to warn, to educate. A snake will hunt and take its prey. But the real problem is the vultures. They get close and watch and watch and watch and as each layer of a carcass is stripped and the prey lays on the ground, in agony, bleeding and beaten….well…”
“A vulture, swoops in, and cleans the bones of another’s kill….”
“And so many of our kills were stripped clean. Adrien Cochrane is now our champion and all he did was pick the bones of a man we broke. See I saw the weak mind, I saw it tick and I stepped in, with Matthew and we destroyed his brain. And the douchebag king came in, took the title and then celebrated with his friends. He was held up by them and it showed weakness. We were strong, stronger than all of them but because of that we needed to be broken. As Matt showed that while Jessica Sears won that battle he was going to win the war he was then ripped from this company….”
“And make no mistake Devlin, fucking, Scott. Matt Shields built the foundation of NGW that you have now built your kingdom. A kingdom that will now be broken. And it will start when you put me in the ring with that silly little blonde cunt. Aurora Graves. Now Aurora and I have fought before and it amuses me. She’s so close to my sister, so buddy buddy. They have lovely little garden parties and sip tea and laugh...always fucking laughing….”
“Here I am, in an emotional state because my fiance, the greatest professional wrestler this company had ever seen has been cast aside LIKE NOTHING and what does my sister do?. She puts me in the ring with Aurora thinking her best buddy can get a cheap win over a former NGW champion due to that state. The only problem?. I have no chains holding me down now. I will be out for blood, out for pain and out for real punishment….and now?...Ambers little plan is going to explode in their stupid faces. I will take the little blond barbie doll wannabe who thinks she’s edgy….and I will break her fucking legs off and leave her laying in the ring. A broken little dolly….such a cheap...plastic...thing…”
The last few words are pushed as slow breathy whispers as Kayla seems to stare ahead in a trance. Her body swaying from side to side as we linger on her frame. Her hand still near her mouth as we come in close. Her fingers and lips fill the screen as she utters one final word under her breath.
“Destroyed…”