Post by Alice Gemini on Apr 22, 2023 20:10:49 GMT
ACT I: Watch Everything Explode
You’ve all been watching me for a while now so you’ve grown to know that I’m perhaps a selfish person. You might think that I’m upset about losing my New World Championship. You’d be right… and wrong. I miss my title keeping me company and being able to display it everywhere I go but now the only thing on display is obviously just me and for those just watching, that isn’t such a bad thing. However, now it belongs to Lissie Hope and I’m happy for her. She deserves this kind of recognition for how long she’s had to fight and everything she’s been forced to deal with. Don’t tell her but I didn’t go all out. The fan in me wanted to see Lissie win.
As much as I want to be the one to get my hands around that punk Johnny Bacchus’ throat, it’s not my kill to steal. This show is for Lissie to finally get that motherfucker away from her. I’m sure he’ll try and kiss her ass and be ‘reluctant’ to tie her up because he’s not a fucking idiot, he knows Lissie is an incredibly powerful ally to have. He couldn’t care less about whether or not he’s dating her but what he does care about is if he has enough friends to stroke his ego and his cock. See, I’m fighting some idiot who’s Johnny if he was a sad and lonely twerp who didn’t have those people to stroke his cock, so he does it himself. The worthless self-sucker himself has the unfortunate pleasure of getting in the ring with me. At least this will be the correct kind of public exposure for him.
Is this a downgrade to how legendary of a career I’ve created for myself in CULT? Absolutely, but I have no problem taking a step back for a single show and watching as everything explodes. Once the bomb has dropped and the dust has cleared you all better believe that the one inevitably walking through the fog of war is ME.
Thinking that the New World title isn’t going to return to me in short order is foolish and I feel bad for anyone who thinks otherwise because you’re delusional and more likely than not, you just don’t like me. The ones who don’t like me are the ones who can’t stand how quickly I rose to the upper echelon of pro wrestling in just over a year and have accomplished more than them in the decades they’ve been at this. Furious that a kid and a girl at that is able to do this better. If you got it, then you got it. Experience and your gray hairs mean fucking nothing to me as I look down and spit on your face, and you’d thank me for it.
Guys like Ace Sky will never be able to climb themselves out of the dark hole they willingly jumped into. He’s forever and always going to just be the guy who sucks his own dick now and there’s no way he can ever backpedal because he's the one who let that information out. If you let that information about yourself out, do you really expect people to not just point and laugh? Of course I and whoever gets paired up against you is going to immediately target this because it’s a free killshot for whoever wants it? You can say whatever you want about me and how much this win could mean to your career but you’re not winning, bud. The only thing you’ve won is the worst stomping you’re ever going to experience in your life. You should’ve listened to English and become a referee because at least then you would've avoided your in-ring career being ended by someone who’s just simply better than you are in every facet of life.
Get fucked, loser.
Act II: Kind Actions and Affirmations
The view of two very heavy boots stomping down a stone hallway only lit up by the sconces on the walls opens the scene.
It cuts up to Paradiso with a blank expression and very pale skin walking towards Alice’s room. He pauses a moment in front of her door and his eyebrows begin to twitch as he listens to her having a temper tantrum and throwing things. “This can’t be right! Where the fuck did I put it? I- I know it’s here… it has to be.” Alice can be heard desperately saying through her wooden door. Paradiso knocks on her door and it suddenly becomes very silent. You can hear her kicking through a clutter to reach her door. She unlatches it and peaks half her face through the half opened door.
“What the fuck do you want?” Alice says with a quiet tone and a deranged look.
“My Queen, do you need assistance in finding something?” He says concerned and worried about her current state.
“I’m fine, Paradiso. I just… can’t find my championship.”
“My Queen… You gave it up to Lady Hope not too long ago.” He takes a step back knowing that she’s likely about to go off.
“I- I what? I gave it up? No no no, I couldn’t have. I’m the champion of the fucking New World, I’m not someone who just sits on the sidelines! I’m the face of CULT! I AM CULT!!!” She swings the door open so hard the hinges pop off. She stands there snarling at Paradiso in only an all-black and slightly torn up nightgown. He backs up into the stone railing that overlooks the garden.
“But no- you’re right. I did let Lissie win that fight because I wanted to see her be the one to crucify ‘The Rascal King’. It just doesn’t feel real that I’m not champion right now… I- It’s what made me and that championship feel special. I elevated the championship and it elevated me…”
“Of course it did, My Queen. Everything you’re a part of is instantly more interesting.”
“I know that! With this match, I feel like I made a mistake allowing it to happen. Johnny makes everything about him and everything around him less important. I’m glad I have smart followers who know right from wrong. He has so many followers who do his bidding just like I have you and everyone else around but they have free will so that’s what doesn’t make sense to me.”
“Charm, My Queen.” Alice looks up at him with annoyance but quickly turns back to confusion. “Jonathan Bacchus is a very witty and charismatic man and he’s able to manipulate anyone by talking them up and making them feel comfortable around him. You use fear and people’s natural anger to bend to your will… My Queen.”
Alice begins laughing and begins pacing back and forth in her bedroom. Paradiso looks down and notices her mirror was once again shattered and she was walking around on the broken glass like it was nothing. Her laughing turns hysterical and a few tears begin rolling down her face as she can’t control her emotions.
“THAT”S FUCKING BULLSHIT!” She stops pacing and exits her room, leaving bloody footprints in the stone hallway and gets in Paradiso’s face. “People just listen to kind words like that? No fucking way, they only listen to what scares them and that drives them to making decisions that prevent whatever that is! Sweet talk is a bunch of horse shit that only gets people to sleep with you. No one willingly just– do they?”
“Yes, people do respond positively to kind actions and affirmations, My Queen.”
She steps past him and leans up against the stone railing and looks down at the garden and watches the few gardeners plant human hearts in the dirt.
“People are shit anyways.” She quickly re-enters her room, stepping on the broken glass. “Fix my door.” She calmly demands Paradiso.
He bows and walks off. His boots echoing with every step through the hallway while Alice begins throwing things in her room once again.
Act III: A Fruitful Life
I’ve seen a lot of competitors like Ace Sky since beginning at Wrestling. Guys who genuinely believe that one day they’ll be a top star but I’m the only one mean enough I guess that’ll tell them how it is. Ace, you just fucking suck buddy. I’ve never once seen you actually win a match but I can respect that you haven’t just given up and locked yourself alone in your room for the rest of your time here on earth and sucked yourself off until you die. I’m sorry, I just had to get one more self-suck joke in there, I’m done now! I take Ace Sky as a joke because what else could he be? A serious and legit threat? Fuck no, he’s just a creepy loser that’s happy to be here and ready to do his job.
His job is about to unfortunately come to a screeching halt. I don’t see this as a competitive match but Mr. English lovingly handing me a source of therapy. Therapy that includes blood on my hands and getting to experience what it feels like to snap someone’s bones with my own two hands. People seem to forget how fucking strong I am! I’ve dropped very large men on their head before with the Killer Gemini so imagine what I can do to a dork like Ace.
Once I feel better after killing the new referee I hope everyone realizes that Alice Gemini isn’t just simply out of the world title picture. I do so love New Orleans if I’m being quite honest. I would hate to not be able to throw some sick Mardi Gras beads around my neck after I become a two time New World Champion. It’s inevitable actually. My plan may have been to lose it but the plan is still active and reclaiming that is going to go perfectly.
Johnny may think this story is about him and his ex-girlfriend but he’s got a very fucking rude awakening when he realizes I’m still breathing down his neck and he won’t be able to sleep at night knowing I’m still right here. He has every reason to be afraid of me and I wouldn’t be shocked if he crucified himself just to escape me. Lissie winning is his best bet at continuing a fruitful life. Make the right bet at the casino, John.
I’m sure everyone would hate for you to end up like Ace at the end of this all.
EPILOGUE: The Devil?
Every single one of Alice’s thralls stands in attention as a man casually waltzes his way into the castle. He is dressed extremely nicely and smiles at everyone who he passes. The thralls want to attack this intruder but can’t move their muscles out of… fear?
Who is this man?
He makes his way through the castle, up the stairs, all while everything is completely silent. He approaches Alice’s room and sees Paradiso there finishing fixing her door.
“Wh-” Paradiso attempts to speak but a cold chill runs through his spine as he steps back and stands completely still. The man gives Paradiso a nod as he now stands directly in front of Alice’s door and gives it a courteous knock.
The door swings open and before Alice can say a single word she looks him right in his eyes. They glow an amber color with his iris’ being surrounded by a shade of red.
“Hello, my dear.” He says with a kind smile and removes his hat, revealing his nicely kept hair that was swept over to the left side of his face.
Alice’s eyes widen as she takes a small step back.
“You? You’re-”
“Lazarus Vondrak. King of Vampires. Some refer to me as the Devil however. A pleasure to meet your acquaintance at long last.”
