Post by Arty Kaiser on Oct 15, 2014 15:16:38 GMT
I'M JUST LIKE YOU.
MADE BY HE.
DESPISED BY THEY.
I'M ALMOST ME.
I'M NEARLY HUMAN.
PITY ME; I'M ALMOST A HUMAN BEING.
- Triple Threat Match -
KONSTANTINE vs. "War Machine" Noah Adelaide vs. Daniel Smart w/ Michael Smart
KONSTANTINE The Winner, Adelaide, and Daniel Smart are three names that have all been very impressive at SNC#1. The differences between the two is that one man took a loss against Maxwell Schneider. KONSTANTINE will be looking to get back into the game already the winner of the game, fool., earning himself some points in the Contest of Conquest against two men who are already three points deep in the gold race. In the case of Noah Adelaide, he'll be looking to continue representing his former school and trainers and sucking up while Daniel Smart will be hoping that his training with his cousin will pay off he is a suck up too.. Speaking of which, with Michael Smart at ringside, who knows if this doesn't turn into some sort of Fatal Four Way. No, Michael knows better.
Arrogance.
It is a double-edged blade, is it not?
KONSTANTINE only needed to do a few more things in order to claim his three points and first victory in RWD. How did he manage to let THAT AWFUL SIDE OF HIM screw him over again? He didn’t live this life any longer. He was reformed…in a way. He told himself that he wouldn’t allow his condescension over these ANIMALS ruin his chances. But he did. And he hated him for it. Not ‘himself’. No, KONSTANTINE was right. It was that egoist that still clung to life in him that cost him his match against Maxie.
Get in control.
You've fallen to a beast.
Do not try to be a beast too.
That life is behind you, Devin.
You're not a monster on a rampage.
You're a monster in disguise.
Put on your flesh suit and put on a show.
Get in control.
You've fallen to a beast.
Do not try to be a beast too.
That life is behind you, Devin.
You're not a monster on a rampage.
You're a monster in disguise.
Put on your flesh suit and put on a show.
KONSTANTINE sat isolated in a locker room. He had taken the camera away from the operators. Those who tried to stop him got dealt with accordingly. His head was lowered; he couldn’t bear to let the crowd see his broken visage. He had worked so hard to keep the image of security, uprightness, and perfection. He began to laugh at himself, no, at HIM. He began to laugh at HIM while he thought about what he was going to say to the PEONS this week. “Keep it internal,” KONSTANTINE mumbled to himself. He used the camera’s preview as a mirror.
He slicked his hair back into place. He put eye drops in. He even went into the bathroom to shave off the stubble that remained on his face. KONSTANTINE had to look the image of beauty and efficiency. He knew he had to make up for HIS mistakes. It was like taking care of a child. KONSTANTINE had to act as if he didn’t lose that match easily. He had to keep his ego in check. People loved it when people like him broke down. He was not going to give them the satisfaction.
They didn’t deserve it.
He was wholesome now. A glimpse of his sadistic smirk lingered on his face when the camera began to roll.
“I admit, I made a critical error. I didn’t underestimate Maxwell. No, I got too comfortable. I acted as if I was fighting a friend or rival, not someone who I didn’t know. I must say that I felt amused, motivated, and had fun in my match last week. I lost, yes, there is no point in doubting that, but I allowed myself to lose in a magnificent way.”
“No, I’m not saying that I lost on purpose. No, I just let a part of myself resonate deep within me. Something that I had to murder,” KONSTANTINE clenched his fist, letting a brief moment of anger slip through. The visage of normalcy came back up almost immediately. “Now that it is gone; I am now here to stay. No longer will you have to deal with KONSTANTINE trying to play a jester or mock his opponents. No, I realize that I must continue to win in order to get back on top. Even if I only stepped off my throne. Once I did, Maxie slid in and rested his bum on it. It’s kind of adorable; it is like a dog trying to act human.”
“And there was my mistake. I played with the dog rather than euthanizing it. It was as if I went to a dog shelter. Instead of going in there to do my job and put down a wild beast, I scratched behind his ears. Instead of respecting and cherishing my attention, the dog bit my hand. As my blood ran out from his bite, my perception of him changed. He was no longer a possible ally, a friend, or something adorable…he was a rabid animal that needed to be tended to.”
He thought of the future for a moment.
“Assad won’t stop him,” KONSTANTINE justly stated, feigning interest in the Egyptian “prince”. How brash could he be? There are no princes in RWD; there is only a dictator. And it isn’t even KONSTANTINE. It’s Rech. Maxwell is his dog. With just a single “sic ‘em”, Maxwell will try to rip any poor man apart. KONSTANTINE survived the attack, but he knew what he had to do in order to get back at the beast. He had to win. Thus, he turned his attention back to his match.
“In order to rectify myself, I have to stop a War Machine and the ever dramatic Daniel Smart,” he said, thinking of the two. Both of them had wins, while KONSTANTINE sat with a loss. KONSTANTINE internally frowned at the thought of it, but it was whatever. He could stop their momentum and gain some at the same time. He would have to continue to dominate and hope that he could get close to 1st. Maxwell might not stop anytime soon. KONSTANTINE was responsible for letting an animal sit at first place. He should be ashamed of himself. Just like Daniel Smart.
“My opponents are a machine that never wants to die and a man who has a demon whispering into his ear,” KONSTANTINE nodded. “I’m pretty intrigued by the thoughts of this myself,” he added quickly.
“I’ve dully noted that Michael Smart, the aforementioned demon, was the major cause of why Daniel Smart won his match. The poor man didn’t know what happened, but I believe he did. Or he had an assumption, but nevertheless, he knew something was amiss. Yet he capitalized on the situation. The allure of grandeur and glory is a powerful one, Daniel. I understand if you want to turn a blind eye to what you have to do. I remembered hearing how you fell off during the final days of MSW.”
“As a man who enjoys his research, I watched as you failed and failed at getting your hands on the MSW Championship, ruining the epic reign of Bryce Manning. The constant disappointment was on your face, alongside a sliver of rage. You were growing ornery about your situation. While the backstabbing Hero and the little Kid that could where contending for his belt, you were at home recuperating. You allowed yourself to be attacked. You had to pay the consequences. Watch the world go by, while you sat in stasis. When you came back, you couldn't get the job done and you lost to a belligerent, paranoid man with an impressive beard.”
“If that is not the definition of falling off, I don’t know what is. I pity you, Smart. I understand your plight. You want to be like your cousin. You want to be successful. You have a family who wants you to excel and you don’t want to be a disappointment. I get that. It would hurt my heart to do what I have to do this Sunday, but I gave up my heart long ago. I signed a pact with a demon myself to be turned into the man that I am today. But that was my previous life.”
“I am just going to tell you that I won’t be allowing you to excel in our match. I am also not going to allow your demon to get in my way. Your quest is not co-existing in my empire. I must get back to Maxwell. I made a terrible mistake of breaking the chain and not killing the damn mutt last week. I have to clean up what I’ve started. If you or Michael Smart decide to get in my way, you’ll be destroyed before you start. I will give you advice, though. Don’t be afraid to give in. It will make you more determined. It will make you better. You will never be a disappointment again.”
Oh, he noticed that he had spoken about Noah Adelaide. People shouldn’t ignore children. They tend to act out when they are. He doesn’t want Noah to cry, whine, and jump off something and hurt someone, doesn’t he? Well, it would aid him in his match, so KONSTANTINE didn’t care much. Noah could do his “Dragon’s Wrath” move right off a balcony and KONSTANTINE wouldn’t even bat an eye. Young upstarts these days, trying to be everyone’s hero. It’s really sad, you know? They think that sucking up to everyone will get you far. No, it will only get you used and abused.
This Sunday, KONSTANTINE planned to be the abuser. Adelaide likes to fly, but KONSTANTINE walks the earth. Don’t break the natural order, Noah. KONSTANTINE will reach to the sky and bring you down to the ground. KONSTANTINE wondered if Noah had ever fallen off somewhere higher than a turnbuckle. If he hadn’t, then KONSTANTINE might have to show him one day. He’ll never watch to fly again. He’ll follow KONSTANTINE, like everyone else should.
March behind your messiah, Noah. Don’t be a fool.
“Adelaide might be trying to reach out and help you, but he is just masquerading. He doesn’t truly care if you accept you demonic deal or not. He wants to be just as successful as you. He doesn’t have a family watching over him, but all of his mentors and progenitors will be watching. He is like a son trying to impress his alcoholic father. Noah, go bring Frank another beer, huh? You keep trying to meddle in business that doesn’t concern you. And that will only get you maimed and rid of. No one wants to deal with a pest.”
“It makes me annoyed that I have to deal with you myself this Sunday. You are going to be jumping about like a flea, trying to hit that flippy move of yours. You’re impressive athletically, but you’re not showing much promise in the intelligence department. You wish to stand with Frank as he cockily drives through enemy territory? You want to be his ally? Fine, you should do that. You will end up like Drew, getting maimed by two giants. I mean, I believe this match is punishment already. I love killing fleas. Call me an exterminator of sorts. Pay me some money and I will systemically rid of any pest that bothers you. Thing is, I’m not doing this for anyone; I’m doing it for fun. So put that into perspective.”
"Realize what I will do to you, Noah, if you try some of that mess."
"I will make sure you never fly again."
"Realize what I will do to you, Noah, if you try some of that mess."
"I will make sure you never fly again."
“Sunday’s match will be intriguing, gentlemen. I mean, everyone should know that I will be winning, but the matter is ‘how am I going to win’?”
Easy.
Those two share a common issue.
They love to use those legs.
Break them.
Now wink to the camera, Devin.
Act like the scumbag you're supposed to be.
Let them think you're not going to beat those two to death.
Easy.
Those two share a common issue.
They love to use those legs.
Break them.
Now wink to the camera, Devin.
Act like the scumbag you're supposed to be.
Let them think you're not going to beat those two to death.
KONSTANTINE’s trademark smirk came onto his face. With a wink to the camera, he began to shut it off.
“The world will soon find out.”
so quickly so sad!
