Post by Natasha Walker on Jun 29, 2017 22:19:58 GMT
And so once again,
My dear Johnny, my dear friend,
And so once again you are fighting us all,
And when I ask you why,
You raise your sticks and cry, and I fall,
Oh, my friend,
How did you come?,
To trade the fiddle for the drum..
She had to stand on the deck, hands gripping the railing as the confines of the ship, they bothered her, made the back of her skull itch, she knew it was the fear, stupid irrational fear of places she should be able to brave, she would swallow the fear, or was that vomit?
No, it was fear, and she hated it, it made her weak, hands gripped the metal even more as she growled cursing the weakness that inside her, even as the world floated by she wondered how it was the world could look so peaceful in its death throes.
She watched the sun setting on the horizon and felt a smile tug at her features even as the whisper of her dreams lurked in the back of her mind.
But once again it was the dreams.
This time she was the hunter, creeping through the under belly of the rocking ship, shoulder stinging as she flesh the touch of the knife wound, she was less hurt more angry as she sounded the corner and the door opened up into pitch darkness.
You cannot kill your demons, child only delay why not embrace them?
Max sighed as she pushed deeper into the dark, feeling the air get thin even as hands brushed along her form each side, she didn’t flinch as she could suddenly concentrate on was the pressing bodies, the forms hands pulling and pushing sounds noise , no air.
Just talk about nothing, let's talk about nothing
Let's talk about no one, please talk about no one
Someone, anyone
Her footsteps lost purchase all of a sudden and she fell, hitting water and deck with a painful stud a hiss of breath and she slowly stood to rise.
The plague is coming.
As Max turned to face the voice , seeing a large shape emerging from the dark, the rotted bloated flesh of her own corpse at the head of the hoard.
Something in Max snapped and her hand wrapped around the first thing that came to hand, A Chain.
She charged headlong into the tide of undead with a roar even as she suddenly felt the world fall apart benath her feet.
Her body woke up with a slight sigh even as the glare of the sun began to catch in the windows of the real world.
She wanted to hurt somebody but even then she was humming, just a bit.
You and me have a disease
You affect me, you infect me
I'm afflicted you're addicted
You and me, you and me.
“And so it is, the challenges begin.”
We fade in to the gas masked form of Maxine, eyes staring into the camera as she removes the mask slowly and breathes eyes burning past the camera as she speaks.
“Let’s not play games, Alicia Lukas, we are facing each other, the endless crusade to prove who is better continues we fight because we wish to, and in my case because I enjoy it.”
She laughs a little to herself and stretches a bit.
“You’re coming off the reel of a particularly devastating loss Alicia, you proclaim how you are the best wrestler, the toughest how your worldwide skills have prepared you for anything.”
She smirks deeply and head tilts.
“Lukas, Sacrifice won’t be just another night it will be a war, are you sure you’re ready? Are You sure that the plague that spreads in you, the plague of doubt isn’t too much? Are you sure you want to stand in front of me…”
Max shakes her head with a sneer.
“Of course you will, like everyone lately you will fight against the inevitable, join the names like Mcfly, Steele, And I can hear you laughing now of how you feel those women do not measure up, but neither do you Lukas, You don’t have what it takes, I look in your eyes and though I see you brim with anticipation at the feel of battle, you also tremble in fear, your ego, your pride simply cannot comprehend that you are a walking disappointment in yourself.”
She shook her head and stretches lazily on the spot even as she smirks.
“Yes, The Evil Cupcake…And like a cupcake.. you will crumble and break, we wrestle a very similar style, But You and I both know this will be a fight, a war and I will not hesitate to throw you around like a ragdoll given the chance.”
She shook her head and closed her eyes imagining somewhat of the brutality that will follow.
“Yes, Let us see how I compare to the Worshiper of Gods long dead. Let us see how I compare to her ferocity and bravery, I will use you to show here the error of her ways, you are my example, and for that I pity you for I will carry your carcass to the ring with me as a Trophy come Open Fight night and lay it at her feet, nothing you do matters the only thing you’ll accomplish is to make me feel alive that little bit more as I lay your body to rest for the evening, if you’re lucky. ”
She nods a bit and stands slowly.
“The Heiress to the Throne begins and I find the triviality pointless. Fighting over baubles when the only thing that matters is who is left standing at the end. Bring your shell Alicia bring your violence and I will bring my war, I will bring the legion of the bodies that lay before me and you will join the hoarde.”
Max lowers her head and it’s as if hands and fingers start to pull over the camera, fingers and thumbs and limbs helping us fade to black.
Fin
My dear Johnny, my dear friend,
And so once again you are fighting us all,
And when I ask you why,
You raise your sticks and cry, and I fall,
Oh, my friend,
How did you come?,
To trade the fiddle for the drum..
She had to stand on the deck, hands gripping the railing as the confines of the ship, they bothered her, made the back of her skull itch, she knew it was the fear, stupid irrational fear of places she should be able to brave, she would swallow the fear, or was that vomit?
No, it was fear, and she hated it, it made her weak, hands gripped the metal even more as she growled cursing the weakness that inside her, even as the world floated by she wondered how it was the world could look so peaceful in its death throes.
She watched the sun setting on the horizon and felt a smile tug at her features even as the whisper of her dreams lurked in the back of her mind.
But once again it was the dreams.
This time she was the hunter, creeping through the under belly of the rocking ship, shoulder stinging as she flesh the touch of the knife wound, she was less hurt more angry as she sounded the corner and the door opened up into pitch darkness.
You cannot kill your demons, child only delay why not embrace them?
Max sighed as she pushed deeper into the dark, feeling the air get thin even as hands brushed along her form each side, she didn’t flinch as she could suddenly concentrate on was the pressing bodies, the forms hands pulling and pushing sounds noise , no air.
Just talk about nothing, let's talk about nothing
Let's talk about no one, please talk about no one
Someone, anyone
Her footsteps lost purchase all of a sudden and she fell, hitting water and deck with a painful stud a hiss of breath and she slowly stood to rise.
The plague is coming.
As Max turned to face the voice , seeing a large shape emerging from the dark, the rotted bloated flesh of her own corpse at the head of the hoard.
Something in Max snapped and her hand wrapped around the first thing that came to hand, A Chain.
She charged headlong into the tide of undead with a roar even as she suddenly felt the world fall apart benath her feet.
Her body woke up with a slight sigh even as the glare of the sun began to catch in the windows of the real world.
She wanted to hurt somebody but even then she was humming, just a bit.
You and me have a disease
You affect me, you infect me
I'm afflicted you're addicted
You and me, you and me.
“And so it is, the challenges begin.”
We fade in to the gas masked form of Maxine, eyes staring into the camera as she removes the mask slowly and breathes eyes burning past the camera as she speaks.
“Let’s not play games, Alicia Lukas, we are facing each other, the endless crusade to prove who is better continues we fight because we wish to, and in my case because I enjoy it.”
She laughs a little to herself and stretches a bit.
“You’re coming off the reel of a particularly devastating loss Alicia, you proclaim how you are the best wrestler, the toughest how your worldwide skills have prepared you for anything.”
She smirks deeply and head tilts.
“Lukas, Sacrifice won’t be just another night it will be a war, are you sure you’re ready? Are You sure that the plague that spreads in you, the plague of doubt isn’t too much? Are you sure you want to stand in front of me…”
Max shakes her head with a sneer.
“Of course you will, like everyone lately you will fight against the inevitable, join the names like Mcfly, Steele, And I can hear you laughing now of how you feel those women do not measure up, but neither do you Lukas, You don’t have what it takes, I look in your eyes and though I see you brim with anticipation at the feel of battle, you also tremble in fear, your ego, your pride simply cannot comprehend that you are a walking disappointment in yourself.”
She shook her head and stretches lazily on the spot even as she smirks.
“Yes, The Evil Cupcake…And like a cupcake.. you will crumble and break, we wrestle a very similar style, But You and I both know this will be a fight, a war and I will not hesitate to throw you around like a ragdoll given the chance.”
She shook her head and closed her eyes imagining somewhat of the brutality that will follow.
“Yes, Let us see how I compare to the Worshiper of Gods long dead. Let us see how I compare to her ferocity and bravery, I will use you to show here the error of her ways, you are my example, and for that I pity you for I will carry your carcass to the ring with me as a Trophy come Open Fight night and lay it at her feet, nothing you do matters the only thing you’ll accomplish is to make me feel alive that little bit more as I lay your body to rest for the evening, if you’re lucky. ”
She nods a bit and stands slowly.
“The Heiress to the Throne begins and I find the triviality pointless. Fighting over baubles when the only thing that matters is who is left standing at the end. Bring your shell Alicia bring your violence and I will bring my war, I will bring the legion of the bodies that lay before me and you will join the hoarde.”
Max lowers her head and it’s as if hands and fingers start to pull over the camera, fingers and thumbs and limbs helping us fade to black.
Fin
Well howdy there pardner.