Post by The Black Widow on Jun 11, 2024 4:59:15 GMT
Continued from the Madjinn RP...
The Black Widow sits up, holding the sheet to herself as she takes front and center. Her eyes linger on Madjinn as she pushes strands of her long, soft, black hair away from her face. "As much as I appreciate the confidence, don't take her so lightly, my Mad Prince."
Her gaze drifts toward the camera, and her voice carries a sense of calm in it. "After all, we both know how it feels to be invisible, don't we, Natasha?"
"We're the same, just different."
"I grew up surrounded by people; but alone. All I ever wanted was someone -anyone- to spend a moment with me and try to pretend like they gave a fuck. The closest thing I ever had to family as a child was a housekeeper that would politely smile at the pictures I painted."
Touching her hand to her chest for emphasis, the Black Widow's eyebrows sink lower, drawing together. "I know the pain of loneliness... of wanting to belong. I know what it is like to be a disappointment, Natasha. I know what it does to a person inside, and how hard it is to bury that. You think dark thoughts, born from a dark hole... here, in what used to be a heart. What you wouldn't do ceases to be the question. The painful truth is you'd do anything simply to be... loved and accepted."
"I realize exactly how dangerous that makes you if you tap into it."
"The idea that you and I are anything alike fucking offends you though, I'm sure." She offers a half-shrug. "I get it. I embrace what the world made me, and that makes people uncomfortable. People can't face their own, ugly truths. For them, it's a bit like staring a little too long into the toilet at someone else's shit."
The Black Widow reaches back for a pack of cigarettes resting on the head of the bed. "I want you to take a look at that woman you see in the mirror for me, though... Not at the girl that is caught up in changing her styles to stand out, but the woman caged within. I want you to ask her if there isn't just a shred of truth to what I'm saying." With that, Brandy pops a Marlboro out of the box and puts it to her lips.
Showing a blatant disregard for hotel policy, the Black Widow lights her cigarette. She takes a drag, exhaling smoke into the air. "We're two sides to the same fucking coin, Natasha. People like you better because you hide your pain behind a fake smile and dress up bullshit, that's all. But what's in that deal for you?"
"What do you get for laying on your sword for them?"
"Did you notice who the people cheered for at Night of the Immortals? You took the fight to Brooklyn Madrox, of all people, and they chose Charlie, Natasha. They cheered for Charlie." A pause, followed by another hit off her cigarette. "That is how fickle they are, my little spider friend. You did all the work, feeding Brooklyn to Charlotte, all so Charlotte could steal the win... and they still... chose. Her."
"Listen to how the announcers gushed over her."
"Listen to the people."
"Then ask that woman inside of you if that's what you want for yourselves."
"Or maybe I'll ask her myself." Salivating over the thought, Brandy's smile is joyfully malicious in nature. "It just may take a little push to set her free. And beating you in your very first Heiress match, that might be a good start. You put just a little hint of desperation in people and it's amazing what you find."
"See, I know how bad you and all of these other women want this. Every single one of you, you have your own passions and motivations to win. This tournament is championed; the spots coveted. Talented, all of you. Some of you want the opportunity to fight for the golden trinket around Jennie's waist, while others seem to see it as a way to elevate themselves and, possibly, a division."
The Black Widow takes another drag off of her cigarette before reaching over to carelessly ash on the floor. "And I couldn't give a fuck less."
"I'm just here for the carnage. It's the journey, not the destination. Week-by-week, I'm going to snuff out seven other women's hopes. Eventually all of you will know pain the way I know pain, and you'll feel want the way I've felt want. I find a beauty to that. No title or crown could ever give me the same satisfaction that the violence and suffering will."
"That journey starts with you, Natasha, and your partner, the Comedian. My only regret is the rules won't let me bleed with you in this tournament, Allen, because I don't know if anything could bring me more joy than carving a pound of flesh off of the people's latest darling." She motions toward Madjinn, adding: "But I know my Mad Prince is more than capable of making you scream in agony, Allen, and I will relish in your pain as I watch him work."
"But Natasha, you're fair game. You may not want to be me, but I think you want to be the idea of me. The only difference is you patterned yourself off of a mythical spider, with a mythical bite. I, on the other hand, am the real thing. I am a predator, Natasha, in every sense of the word. My bite is real. My venom is real. I am going to open your eyes to what is real, my little spider friend."
"Only this match will be no fairytale."
"This match will be a story -a cautionary tale- of all your failures and inadequacies, inscribed on the canvas in your own blood for everyone to see. We will continue to build our Kingdom on the smoldering ashes of your dreams. And if you beg nicely, Allen... we may even sign our work for you when we're done."
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The Black Widow sits up, holding the sheet to herself as she takes front and center. Her eyes linger on Madjinn as she pushes strands of her long, soft, black hair away from her face. "As much as I appreciate the confidence, don't take her so lightly, my Mad Prince."
Her gaze drifts toward the camera, and her voice carries a sense of calm in it. "After all, we both know how it feels to be invisible, don't we, Natasha?"
"We're the same, just different."
"I grew up surrounded by people; but alone. All I ever wanted was someone -anyone- to spend a moment with me and try to pretend like they gave a fuck. The closest thing I ever had to family as a child was a housekeeper that would politely smile at the pictures I painted."
Touching her hand to her chest for emphasis, the Black Widow's eyebrows sink lower, drawing together. "I know the pain of loneliness... of wanting to belong. I know what it is like to be a disappointment, Natasha. I know what it does to a person inside, and how hard it is to bury that. You think dark thoughts, born from a dark hole... here, in what used to be a heart. What you wouldn't do ceases to be the question. The painful truth is you'd do anything simply to be... loved and accepted."
"I realize exactly how dangerous that makes you if you tap into it."
"The idea that you and I are anything alike fucking offends you though, I'm sure." She offers a half-shrug. "I get it. I embrace what the world made me, and that makes people uncomfortable. People can't face their own, ugly truths. For them, it's a bit like staring a little too long into the toilet at someone else's shit."
The Black Widow reaches back for a pack of cigarettes resting on the head of the bed. "I want you to take a look at that woman you see in the mirror for me, though... Not at the girl that is caught up in changing her styles to stand out, but the woman caged within. I want you to ask her if there isn't just a shred of truth to what I'm saying." With that, Brandy pops a Marlboro out of the box and puts it to her lips.
Showing a blatant disregard for hotel policy, the Black Widow lights her cigarette. She takes a drag, exhaling smoke into the air. "We're two sides to the same fucking coin, Natasha. People like you better because you hide your pain behind a fake smile and dress up bullshit, that's all. But what's in that deal for you?"
"What do you get for laying on your sword for them?"
"Did you notice who the people cheered for at Night of the Immortals? You took the fight to Brooklyn Madrox, of all people, and they chose Charlie, Natasha. They cheered for Charlie." A pause, followed by another hit off her cigarette. "That is how fickle they are, my little spider friend. You did all the work, feeding Brooklyn to Charlotte, all so Charlotte could steal the win... and they still... chose. Her."
"Listen to how the announcers gushed over her."
"Listen to the people."
"Then ask that woman inside of you if that's what you want for yourselves."
"Or maybe I'll ask her myself." Salivating over the thought, Brandy's smile is joyfully malicious in nature. "It just may take a little push to set her free. And beating you in your very first Heiress match, that might be a good start. You put just a little hint of desperation in people and it's amazing what you find."
"See, I know how bad you and all of these other women want this. Every single one of you, you have your own passions and motivations to win. This tournament is championed; the spots coveted. Talented, all of you. Some of you want the opportunity to fight for the golden trinket around Jennie's waist, while others seem to see it as a way to elevate themselves and, possibly, a division."
The Black Widow takes another drag off of her cigarette before reaching over to carelessly ash on the floor. "And I couldn't give a fuck less."
"I'm just here for the carnage. It's the journey, not the destination. Week-by-week, I'm going to snuff out seven other women's hopes. Eventually all of you will know pain the way I know pain, and you'll feel want the way I've felt want. I find a beauty to that. No title or crown could ever give me the same satisfaction that the violence and suffering will."
"That journey starts with you, Natasha, and your partner, the Comedian. My only regret is the rules won't let me bleed with you in this tournament, Allen, because I don't know if anything could bring me more joy than carving a pound of flesh off of the people's latest darling." She motions toward Madjinn, adding: "But I know my Mad Prince is more than capable of making you scream in agony, Allen, and I will relish in your pain as I watch him work."
"But Natasha, you're fair game. You may not want to be me, but I think you want to be the idea of me. The only difference is you patterned yourself off of a mythical spider, with a mythical bite. I, on the other hand, am the real thing. I am a predator, Natasha, in every sense of the word. My bite is real. My venom is real. I am going to open your eyes to what is real, my little spider friend."
"Only this match will be no fairytale."
"This match will be a story -a cautionary tale- of all your failures and inadequacies, inscribed on the canvas in your own blood for everyone to see. We will continue to build our Kingdom on the smoldering ashes of your dreams. And if you beg nicely, Allen... we may even sign our work for you when we're done."
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Well howdy there pardner.