Post by Arcadia on Oct 27, 2008 18:41:10 GMT -4
The camera fades in somewhere in an undisclosed part of the arena. Well, fine. It's ringside. Michael Lively opens his eyes and his mind scrambles to try and remember what happened last. It finally comes to him. That giant asshole, Sabur, attacked him. Lively tries to sit up and move his arms, but can't. He raises his head and looks around wildly, a barbedwire crown around his head digging into his flesh with every move. He looks down, and his chest is covered with Duct Tape. He tries to squirm out of it and wiggles for a few seconds, but it is no use. His feet are bound together with the same silver product that acts like steel cables. Lively, obviously trapped, searches for a way to free himself, too late realizing he is taped quite firmly to a wooden cross. His eyes focus on the big man in the corner, and he screams, "Sabur! What the hell are you thinking? Release the Jesus!"
Sabur shrugs his wide shoulders, saying, "Sorry, man. Trevor asked for a favor and you deserved it."
"Trevor Blackwell!? Why would he-"
"He didn't Lively," a familiar feminine voice cuts in from the corner, "I called in some help."
"Katrina!" Lively says in a rather unsurprised fashion, "So, you decided to kidnap with me instead of losing properly like the woman you are."
Arcadia laughs a little and rises from her perch on a bag of sand. She walks over to Michael's restrained body. "Oh, no. Not at all. You will still be handing that title over to me at One Night in Hell after I bloody you up a bit and get the pin. This is just...nessesary." She sits down on the Jesus' thigh, while he tries to no avail to dislodge her. There is murder in his eyes at her obstinance and daring, but Arcadia simply smiles serenely through his rage.
"You see, Michael, I am here to make you listen. And Sabur," She looks at the Genetic Powerhouse, indicating him with a wave of her hand, "Is here to help me. Because, unlike you, I admit and accept when I am not capable of something. And then I figure out what to do to change that."
The White Lion looks at her with contempt and says, "I don't have to lay here and listen to the words of G-d's mistake, a woman, the scourge of the earth, the epitome of-" His voice cuts off abruptly at the ripping sound of duct tape off a roll. He glances at Player One, who is holding the roll in one hand and a length of tape in the other, stretching the miracle material between them.
She cocks her head to the side and looks amused, "Actually, you do have to lay here. You are certainly not going anywhere unless I let you. As for listening, I can at least make you shut your mouth if it becomes nessesary...And one more outburst, I believe it will."
The Savior of Wrestling glowers at Katrina as he clamps his jaw down hard enough to hear his teeth click.
"Now, as I was saying...You have no concept of admitting defeat. You have no idea what it is like to have friends you can ask for help when things get rough. Your own mother didn't follow when Sabur dragged you off. You keep fighting, even though I have proven I am better. You keep saying that 'Kenny will come back' and that 'As long as there is a Jesus, there is a Church'." The Hardcora Luchadora shakes her head from side to side. "It is so sad to see such talent go to waste on someone as delusional as you."
She sighs and stands up, walking over to Sabur, who hands her a steel mallet. Lively's eyes grow large as he sees it and he laughs scornfully asking, "What? Are you going to hobble me, Annie? Get serious."
Arcadia fingers the mallet and says, "No. If I did that, you wouldn't be able to wrestle me. This is for the lesson. You see, there are severe consequences when you are so absorbed in yourself that you can't even have a semi-normal relationship with anyone, even those who love you. You end up alone. With no one to turn to. No one to help you. No one to hear you." Katrina "Arcadia" Olivetti punctuates each sentence with a step closer to Michael Lively. When she is standing by his face, she turns to his left hand and pulls a six inch gutter spike out of her pocket. "You have no one, Lively, and it is all your fault. You chose to be a messiah instead of a good wrestler and a good person. But you forgot something about being a messiah. Jesus was a martyr."
The Hardcora Luchadora places the spike in the center of his palm and lines up the mallet. The White Lion starts to struggle with fierce intensity, his bonds holding fast. She swings the mallet downward and the squelching sound of blood released from flesh mingles with the Jesus' screams of pain. His fingers convulse, opening and closing in his hand, forcing his blood to bubble around the nail with the pressure of his pain filled grip. Katrina drives the nail home, through the back of wood, bending the spike in a 90 degree angle to ensure a difficult if not impossible escape. Lively's screams grow quieter as the numbing shock sets in.
Katrina speaks over his agony to the White Lion. "This is your punishment for wanting to be a G-d. You BECOME a G-d. With all of the godly traits that go with it." She walks to peak of the cross, where Lively's right hand lay, extended above his head. She lines up another gutter spike and places her mallet on its head. "You get the joys of living with Punishment." She swings the mallet. "Pain!" She swings again, her voice growing louder over Lively's screams. "Humility!" Another swing. "Ostracization!" Her last swing sends the spike through the wood and the blow of the mallet is cushioned by the flesh of Lively's hand. "And ELIGHTENMENT!"
The Jesus clenches his teeth down on his moans of agony, not giving Katrina the satisfaction of hearing his displeasure. He gasps for breath and speaks, "You're a crazy bitch, Olivetti. Kenny should have killed you when he beat you out of the Church that day. You think a couple of nails and a barbedwire crown are going to scare me away from this match? I'm the Jesus, Motherfu-"
His words end on a gasp as Arcadia presses her thumb into Lively's palm. sending new blood spurting out of his wound and silencing him. "You obviously have not found enlightenment yet. I don't want you to fear me or run from this match. I want you to understand that no one has come to save you. And no one will. And you are to blame. Do you think your mother doesn't know what is going on right now?" Katrina grasps the Jesus' face, turning towards the camera. "We are live! Say 'hello', Michael!" She turns his face back to hers spitting her words at him. "Nobody cares about you because you don't care about anyone! You don't deserve the title, you barely deserve for me to leave you alive!"
She motions to Sabur and he hands Katrina a sign. She turns back to Lively and hangs it around his neck. "There. 'King of the Midcard'. And that is all you will ever be if you continue on this way. In order to be worth gold, Lively, you need to make people care about you. And the only way they will care about you is if you care about them." She inspects The White Lion and straightens his crown, opening new wounds on his forehead and causing the blood to run down his face like tears.
"Sabur, if you will?" Katrina gestures to the rope across the wooden structure and the hole dug into the ground by its base.
He rubs his hands together and grips the rope, hoisting The King of the Midcard into the air and dropping the cross into its grave. Arcadia grabs a shovel and fills the hole in with dirt, provided by President Jeff for the Buried Alive Match, and packs it down.
"Now," Player One says. staring up at her creation, "I can't very well spear you like the ACTUAL JESUS, but you obviously have not yet learned that you are not G-d material. So there is something more I have to do before completing your lesson. You must find Enlightenment." She unscrews the lid of a can and wafts the odor towards the Jesus. "Can you smell that, Lively?"
The White Lion's nostrils flare at the pungent odor of gasoline. "You're hysterical! Your uterus is going to your head!"
Katrina dumps the gasoline at the base of the cross, splashing Michael Lively with it as she goes. She lights a zippo and looks up at him. "You will learn not to fuck with your betters. You will go down at my hands, Jesus." She spat the last word sarcastically. She turns to walk out with Sabur, tossing the lighter over her shoulder. Sirens start howling and lights start flashing as the scene fades out on the Hardcora Luchadora and the Genetic Powerhouse walking towards the camera with the giant "K" and Lively's flesh burning behind them.
Sabur shrugs his wide shoulders, saying, "Sorry, man. Trevor asked for a favor and you deserved it."
"Trevor Blackwell!? Why would he-"
"He didn't Lively," a familiar feminine voice cuts in from the corner, "I called in some help."
"Katrina!" Lively says in a rather unsurprised fashion, "So, you decided to kidnap with me instead of losing properly like the woman you are."
Arcadia laughs a little and rises from her perch on a bag of sand. She walks over to Michael's restrained body. "Oh, no. Not at all. You will still be handing that title over to me at One Night in Hell after I bloody you up a bit and get the pin. This is just...nessesary." She sits down on the Jesus' thigh, while he tries to no avail to dislodge her. There is murder in his eyes at her obstinance and daring, but Arcadia simply smiles serenely through his rage.
"You see, Michael, I am here to make you listen. And Sabur," She looks at the Genetic Powerhouse, indicating him with a wave of her hand, "Is here to help me. Because, unlike you, I admit and accept when I am not capable of something. And then I figure out what to do to change that."
The White Lion looks at her with contempt and says, "I don't have to lay here and listen to the words of G-d's mistake, a woman, the scourge of the earth, the epitome of-" His voice cuts off abruptly at the ripping sound of duct tape off a roll. He glances at Player One, who is holding the roll in one hand and a length of tape in the other, stretching the miracle material between them.
She cocks her head to the side and looks amused, "Actually, you do have to lay here. You are certainly not going anywhere unless I let you. As for listening, I can at least make you shut your mouth if it becomes nessesary...And one more outburst, I believe it will."
The Savior of Wrestling glowers at Katrina as he clamps his jaw down hard enough to hear his teeth click.
"Now, as I was saying...You have no concept of admitting defeat. You have no idea what it is like to have friends you can ask for help when things get rough. Your own mother didn't follow when Sabur dragged you off. You keep fighting, even though I have proven I am better. You keep saying that 'Kenny will come back' and that 'As long as there is a Jesus, there is a Church'." The Hardcora Luchadora shakes her head from side to side. "It is so sad to see such talent go to waste on someone as delusional as you."
She sighs and stands up, walking over to Sabur, who hands her a steel mallet. Lively's eyes grow large as he sees it and he laughs scornfully asking, "What? Are you going to hobble me, Annie? Get serious."
Arcadia fingers the mallet and says, "No. If I did that, you wouldn't be able to wrestle me. This is for the lesson. You see, there are severe consequences when you are so absorbed in yourself that you can't even have a semi-normal relationship with anyone, even those who love you. You end up alone. With no one to turn to. No one to help you. No one to hear you." Katrina "Arcadia" Olivetti punctuates each sentence with a step closer to Michael Lively. When she is standing by his face, she turns to his left hand and pulls a six inch gutter spike out of her pocket. "You have no one, Lively, and it is all your fault. You chose to be a messiah instead of a good wrestler and a good person. But you forgot something about being a messiah. Jesus was a martyr."
The Hardcora Luchadora places the spike in the center of his palm and lines up the mallet. The White Lion starts to struggle with fierce intensity, his bonds holding fast. She swings the mallet downward and the squelching sound of blood released from flesh mingles with the Jesus' screams of pain. His fingers convulse, opening and closing in his hand, forcing his blood to bubble around the nail with the pressure of his pain filled grip. Katrina drives the nail home, through the back of wood, bending the spike in a 90 degree angle to ensure a difficult if not impossible escape. Lively's screams grow quieter as the numbing shock sets in.
Katrina speaks over his agony to the White Lion. "This is your punishment for wanting to be a G-d. You BECOME a G-d. With all of the godly traits that go with it." She walks to peak of the cross, where Lively's right hand lay, extended above his head. She lines up another gutter spike and places her mallet on its head. "You get the joys of living with Punishment." She swings the mallet. "Pain!" She swings again, her voice growing louder over Lively's screams. "Humility!" Another swing. "Ostracization!" Her last swing sends the spike through the wood and the blow of the mallet is cushioned by the flesh of Lively's hand. "And ELIGHTENMENT!"
The Jesus clenches his teeth down on his moans of agony, not giving Katrina the satisfaction of hearing his displeasure. He gasps for breath and speaks, "You're a crazy bitch, Olivetti. Kenny should have killed you when he beat you out of the Church that day. You think a couple of nails and a barbedwire crown are going to scare me away from this match? I'm the Jesus, Motherfu-"
His words end on a gasp as Arcadia presses her thumb into Lively's palm. sending new blood spurting out of his wound and silencing him. "You obviously have not found enlightenment yet. I don't want you to fear me or run from this match. I want you to understand that no one has come to save you. And no one will. And you are to blame. Do you think your mother doesn't know what is going on right now?" Katrina grasps the Jesus' face, turning towards the camera. "We are live! Say 'hello', Michael!" She turns his face back to hers spitting her words at him. "Nobody cares about you because you don't care about anyone! You don't deserve the title, you barely deserve for me to leave you alive!"
She motions to Sabur and he hands Katrina a sign. She turns back to Lively and hangs it around his neck. "There. 'King of the Midcard'. And that is all you will ever be if you continue on this way. In order to be worth gold, Lively, you need to make people care about you. And the only way they will care about you is if you care about them." She inspects The White Lion and straightens his crown, opening new wounds on his forehead and causing the blood to run down his face like tears.
"Sabur, if you will?" Katrina gestures to the rope across the wooden structure and the hole dug into the ground by its base.
He rubs his hands together and grips the rope, hoisting The King of the Midcard into the air and dropping the cross into its grave. Arcadia grabs a shovel and fills the hole in with dirt, provided by President Jeff for the Buried Alive Match, and packs it down.
"Now," Player One says. staring up at her creation, "I can't very well spear you like the ACTUAL JESUS, but you obviously have not yet learned that you are not G-d material. So there is something more I have to do before completing your lesson. You must find Enlightenment." She unscrews the lid of a can and wafts the odor towards the Jesus. "Can you smell that, Lively?"
The White Lion's nostrils flare at the pungent odor of gasoline. "You're hysterical! Your uterus is going to your head!"
Katrina dumps the gasoline at the base of the cross, splashing Michael Lively with it as she goes. She lights a zippo and looks up at him. "You will learn not to fuck with your betters. You will go down at my hands, Jesus." She spat the last word sarcastically. She turns to walk out with Sabur, tossing the lighter over her shoulder. Sirens start howling and lights start flashing as the scene fades out on the Hardcora Luchadora and the Genetic Powerhouse walking towards the camera with the giant "K" and Lively's flesh burning behind them.
