Post by The Black Widow on Jun 17, 2024 4:35:01 GMT
As gentle rain started to fall, the Black Widow roamed the streets of Okayama, Japan, shrouded in the early morning darkness. The sidewalks, once bustling with crowds, were now nearly deserted, save for a handful of late-night partygoers and a couple of dubious figures. However, it was during these times that Brandy often found her peace, basking in the solitude that the moment offered.
Pausing at a corner, she lit a cigarette. The raindrops, small as pearls, felt cool and refreshing against her skin. The streets were slick with water, and tiny puddles began to form along the walkway's edge, catching Brandy's attention as she gazed across the street at a prominent white sign.
She couldn't decipher the beautifully inscribed Japanese characters on the sign, yet it wasn't the script that captured her gaze. Rather, it was the image of a man carrying two baskets on a pole, the epitome of balance, which struck a chord with her. Fresh from a time-limit draw against Natasha and Allen the previous week, Brandy sought equilibrium in her life while competing in the Heir to the Throne tournament. Internally, she harbored no desire to claim the tournament's victory for herself; thus, the draw held little significance. Her true triumph was thwarting Natasha from securing a full three-point victory and dealing some damage to the "Techno Tsuchigumo" along the way. That was the Black Widow's true reward. Yet, Brandy was aware of her boyfriend Madjinn's intense desire to win the tournament. It was for him that she yearned for that victory.
Is it possible for her to elevate him while she herself remains concealed within the shadows to hunt?
The figure on the sign made balancing appear so effortless. In reality, the delicate act was much more difficult than the figure made it appear.
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As night gives way to the early morning, just before dawn, the Black Widow can be found seated against a building, under an awning, taking refuge from the rain. The ember of her cigarette glows intensely with each inhale she takes. Drenched by the rain, her long, black hair cascades to the side as she tilts her head. Her voice carries a decidedly eerie cadence to it as she softly sings.
"The itsy-bitsy spider climbed up the waterspout.
Down came the rain
And washed the spider out.
Out came the sun
And dried up all the rain
And the itsy-bitsy spider climbed up the spout again."
A pause follows, allowing the Black Widow a moment to take another drag off of her cigarette. Gently thumping the back of her head against the brick wall, she lets out a soft chuckle. "One fucking point means I'm supposed to be stressed, right? I think that's how this works."
"I'd be lying though if I said I didn't want to score three points last week and take a bite out of Natasha's dreams, but I wanted those points for my Mad Prince more than myself. I couldn't care less about the draw as it relates to my own path. Shit happens." She offers a nonchalant, half shrug. "Harder road, more matches... it's all just more mayhem I get to create along the way. The journey is the part that's fun. I really don't care about the crown, or whatever the fuck they give you at the end. I don't care about a shot at Jennie's golden trinket either."
"Why would I?"
"I've seen what sitting on top of the mountain gets you. I've seen the life it gives you. There is a price you pay to have your face on those marquees and the posters... and it's more than just what you give to get there. It bleeds you dry. The body isn't even cold before they toss it aside for the next one. You think that fall is fucking ceremonious? No, they dump you in this business' version of a dumpster, face down, in the rot at the bottom."
"It's not that I'm against self-destructive behavior, either. Clearly." She holds up her cigarette to illustrate her point. "I just prefer to enjoy mine."
She draws in another breath from her cigarette and exhales a plume of smoke into the night sky. ''It's just too bad I can't get into the ring with you this week, Tytus, minus the shackles. Kļūsti nedaudz rupjš'." Her lips curl into a slight smile. "That'd be something self-destructive that I could really sink my teeth into. What could have been... But as frightening as you may be to many, I promise you... you don't inspire that same fear in Madjinn. He has ways to dissect you with a thousand cuts, little kitten, and this week I will watch with delight as you learn firsthand."
Taking one long, final drag, she burns the cigarette down to the stub. The Black Widow nonchalantly flicks the butt onto the road. "I will get a chance to play though, too... because the little kitten isn't coming alone."
"This is Savage Kingdom, in all its brutal glory, versus Tytus Rost and the potentially dangerous Abigail..."
"But tell me, Abigail, which version of you am I getting?"
"I've watched you for a while now, out of curiosity. The girls... they talk. They say you're violent, vindictive... they say sometimes you just don't know when to stop. I see the beauty of the violence in your work. There are times -flashes- when you can see this raw, unbridled rage in your eyes... and it excites me! You are the girl that Eternity, whom I think some seem reluctant to even speak her name, chose to love."
"If anyone would stain the town red with me, I know you are the girl."
"You are the girl, if I throw her body into a steel guardrail, I know would get right back up and beg me for more! You are the girl, if I buried her face in a pile of broken glass, would will herself to her feet and do something just as sick, just as perverse... because deep down, she can't control herself! That evil, it's in there."
The Black Widow seizes two handfuls of her hair and begins to rock back and forth, her speech accelerating in pace. "But then I hear you talk, and it's wrong. It's all wrong! Where is the hatred!? Where is the rage?! Did it just... dry up?"
She sweeps her hair away from her eyes with the gloved hand that Tara Fenix once held in the fire. "Everything I do, Abigail, I do it for a reason... and I am going to free you. Not with words though. You won't listen to words. I need to push you. I need you to taste your own anger again. I need it to consume you. That's the only way you have value to me."
"But how?"
"How do I show the world how truly ugly Abigail can be?"
"Balance." She flashes a chilling grin. "I don't just inflict pain upon your body, I inflict pain upon your heart. I beat you. I prey on your dream, Abigail. Then we'll see if you still have patience. The whole world will see. And if you do unleash your monster, besting me and Madjinn... I will applaud you. I'll let you have your moment because we will have won together."
"If I can't that heart you've grown from your chest though, sleep easy. I will do the merciful thing and put you out of your misery, tearing the still beating heart from your love's chest as she watches me eat you alive."
The Black Widow licks her lips.
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Pausing at a corner, she lit a cigarette. The raindrops, small as pearls, felt cool and refreshing against her skin. The streets were slick with water, and tiny puddles began to form along the walkway's edge, catching Brandy's attention as she gazed across the street at a prominent white sign.
She couldn't decipher the beautifully inscribed Japanese characters on the sign, yet it wasn't the script that captured her gaze. Rather, it was the image of a man carrying two baskets on a pole, the epitome of balance, which struck a chord with her. Fresh from a time-limit draw against Natasha and Allen the previous week, Brandy sought equilibrium in her life while competing in the Heir to the Throne tournament. Internally, she harbored no desire to claim the tournament's victory for herself; thus, the draw held little significance. Her true triumph was thwarting Natasha from securing a full three-point victory and dealing some damage to the "Techno Tsuchigumo" along the way. That was the Black Widow's true reward. Yet, Brandy was aware of her boyfriend Madjinn's intense desire to win the tournament. It was for him that she yearned for that victory.
Is it possible for her to elevate him while she herself remains concealed within the shadows to hunt?
The figure on the sign made balancing appear so effortless. In reality, the delicate act was much more difficult than the figure made it appear.
---------------------
As night gives way to the early morning, just before dawn, the Black Widow can be found seated against a building, under an awning, taking refuge from the rain. The ember of her cigarette glows intensely with each inhale she takes. Drenched by the rain, her long, black hair cascades to the side as she tilts her head. Her voice carries a decidedly eerie cadence to it as she softly sings.
"The itsy-bitsy spider climbed up the waterspout.
Down came the rain
And washed the spider out.
Out came the sun
And dried up all the rain
And the itsy-bitsy spider climbed up the spout again."
A pause follows, allowing the Black Widow a moment to take another drag off of her cigarette. Gently thumping the back of her head against the brick wall, she lets out a soft chuckle. "One fucking point means I'm supposed to be stressed, right? I think that's how this works."
"I'd be lying though if I said I didn't want to score three points last week and take a bite out of Natasha's dreams, but I wanted those points for my Mad Prince more than myself. I couldn't care less about the draw as it relates to my own path. Shit happens." She offers a nonchalant, half shrug. "Harder road, more matches... it's all just more mayhem I get to create along the way. The journey is the part that's fun. I really don't care about the crown, or whatever the fuck they give you at the end. I don't care about a shot at Jennie's golden trinket either."
"Why would I?"
"I've seen what sitting on top of the mountain gets you. I've seen the life it gives you. There is a price you pay to have your face on those marquees and the posters... and it's more than just what you give to get there. It bleeds you dry. The body isn't even cold before they toss it aside for the next one. You think that fall is fucking ceremonious? No, they dump you in this business' version of a dumpster, face down, in the rot at the bottom."
"It's not that I'm against self-destructive behavior, either. Clearly." She holds up her cigarette to illustrate her point. "I just prefer to enjoy mine."
She draws in another breath from her cigarette and exhales a plume of smoke into the night sky. ''It's just too bad I can't get into the ring with you this week, Tytus, minus the shackles. Kļūsti nedaudz rupjš'." Her lips curl into a slight smile. "That'd be something self-destructive that I could really sink my teeth into. What could have been... But as frightening as you may be to many, I promise you... you don't inspire that same fear in Madjinn. He has ways to dissect you with a thousand cuts, little kitten, and this week I will watch with delight as you learn firsthand."
Taking one long, final drag, she burns the cigarette down to the stub. The Black Widow nonchalantly flicks the butt onto the road. "I will get a chance to play though, too... because the little kitten isn't coming alone."
"This is Savage Kingdom, in all its brutal glory, versus Tytus Rost and the potentially dangerous Abigail..."
"But tell me, Abigail, which version of you am I getting?"
"I've watched you for a while now, out of curiosity. The girls... they talk. They say you're violent, vindictive... they say sometimes you just don't know when to stop. I see the beauty of the violence in your work. There are times -flashes- when you can see this raw, unbridled rage in your eyes... and it excites me! You are the girl that Eternity, whom I think some seem reluctant to even speak her name, chose to love."
"If anyone would stain the town red with me, I know you are the girl."
"You are the girl, if I throw her body into a steel guardrail, I know would get right back up and beg me for more! You are the girl, if I buried her face in a pile of broken glass, would will herself to her feet and do something just as sick, just as perverse... because deep down, she can't control herself! That evil, it's in there."
The Black Widow seizes two handfuls of her hair and begins to rock back and forth, her speech accelerating in pace. "But then I hear you talk, and it's wrong. It's all wrong! Where is the hatred!? Where is the rage?! Did it just... dry up?"
She sweeps her hair away from her eyes with the gloved hand that Tara Fenix once held in the fire. "Everything I do, Abigail, I do it for a reason... and I am going to free you. Not with words though. You won't listen to words. I need to push you. I need you to taste your own anger again. I need it to consume you. That's the only way you have value to me."
"But how?"
"How do I show the world how truly ugly Abigail can be?"
"Balance." She flashes a chilling grin. "I don't just inflict pain upon your body, I inflict pain upon your heart. I beat you. I prey on your dream, Abigail. Then we'll see if you still have patience. The whole world will see. And if you do unleash your monster, besting me and Madjinn... I will applaud you. I'll let you have your moment because we will have won together."
"If I can't that heart you've grown from your chest though, sleep easy. I will do the merciful thing and put you out of your misery, tearing the still beating heart from your love's chest as she watches me eat you alive."
The Black Widow licks her lips.
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Well howdy there pardner.