Post by steppinoff on Dec 18, 2023 4:35:28 GMT
TICK
TOCK
Once more the sounds of the ancient clock are heard, the screen displaying nothing but darkness
TICK
TOCK
The sound of the pendulum’s swing is the only hint that your computer screen has not failed you.
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TOCK
Suddenly a flash of illumination, overwhelming the camera with its sudden appearance. Once the glare fades, we see Virginia in the dark room, illuminated solely by a single naked bulb. Her mask is firmly in place, with hair hair falling down to obscure one eye so that only the red one is visable
TICK
TOCK
“The clock ticks every onward. I said that I would beat Carolina and I did. I take no pride in this fact. This is no feat for me.”
A beetle flies towards her and she catches it in her hand.
“Beating Carolina is as easy as a child crushing an insect. That is how much greater I am than my competition.”
She squeezes her fist with an audible crunch before wiping her hand carelessly on her pants.
“At the very least, my next opponent should provide more sport. Not much more. But at least some.”
TICK
TOCK
She lifts her hand, miming licking it clear, which is clearly impossible due to the mask in place. She turns back to the camera, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Some here have compared you to your sister. The pale imitation of the original model. That is an unfair comparison to make, and I am sorry that occurs. After all, you could never be Tara Fenix.”
She tosses her head, the sneer obvious even with her lower face obscured by the mask
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“The absolute nerve. You are no imitation of your sister.”
TOCK
“Your sister is a dumb cock drunk bitch. But at least she is a professional. A warrior. An equal. But you? You are a fucking joke. The only reason you are here is because of her.”
Virginia shakes her head slowly in disappointment.
“No, you are here to serve as a stand in fantasy for the hopeless virgins in our audience. The manic pixie dream girl that they can only attain in their wildest dreams. You aren’t an actual competitor. You aren’t a fighter. You're a Bratz doll. Legally distinct from the Icon you hope to imitate but the only thing that stands out about you is how you’re ‘not like other girls.’”
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TOCK
“There is nothing truly interesting about you. You try so hard. You are quirky and different and just so…” She spins both index fingers at her temples as she crosses her eyes and rocks her head. “CrAzY!” She follows that up with a girlish giggle that would ordinarily sound odd coming from her, but from behind the fearsome mask she wears is downright unsettling.
She rolls her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest.
“I’m sure you’ll bring up your championship reign. Good job, you took a title off of Carolina. I’ve already discussed how much that really means. There are warriors in this division and you aren’t worth serving as a young girl to a single one of them. You should run back to your indies where maybe people are impressed with a cheap Ramona Flowers rip off. You couldn’t hope to go against me in a match normally. But now?”
She laughs, her head tipping back as she lifts her hands to run through her hair.
TICK
“Now?”
TOCK
“Don’t make me laugh. The Murder has honed me into a weapon. I am at levels I have never touched before. You can’t hope to stand against me. I am going to beat that pretty, vapid face in.Then I am going to slap you in the face until you tell me exactly how your teeth taste. You don’t belong at the top, and you never have.”
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TOCK
“Perhaps one day you will. When you shed this childish exterior. Perhaps when you stop defining yourself by who you are related to. When you are able to step out of the shadow of your sister. Maybe then, with a lot of work, you might belong at the top. But you are still to unrefined. To inexperience. You lack confidence, with good reason.”
TICK
TOCK
She steps towards the camera, tossing her head to reveal both of her eyes. She stares steadily into the camera as her hands stroke along her arms.
“I will ascend to the top of this company. By skill and will. I am the Diamond Empress, and I will reclaim my crown. You will not be the one to stand in my way, little Fenix.”
BONG
The striking of the clock reverberates the camera, sending the image flicking.
BONG
The speakers whine as the sound pushes them to their limits.
BONG
“You are not the one to stand in my way. The Murder soars high. See what happens when you oppose the flock.”
BONG
The striking of the clock is finally to much for the feed and it cuts off into static.
Well howdy there pardner.