Post by He Came from Devil's Lake on Jan 8, 2015 3:42:32 GMT
"Not one."
A fist slammed into an open hand causing some type of white substance to rise into the air like chalk.
".. but two, RWD is rewarding my win last week and I appreciate it."
The fist slammed into the open hand again- once more the substance raised into the air as the camera panned backwards. Slater Grimm, who made quite the impact on the last RWD show was seen smiling, his hands covered in [now we see] chalk, which helped grip things when he was working out. Per usual, his whereabouts were unknown, he preferred to keep himself 'off the map' which was much more to do with his PTSD than anything else. With a grin though, Slater locked both of his hands together as he rolled his shoulders forward.
"If it wasn't Fallon King looking as lost as Little Timmy without Lassie, it was Hayden Phoenix who thought too much. I made it clear that I wasn't going to show up to OKC with a loss in mine, I was walking out of Combat a winner.. and a winner is what I was. Fallon King's efforts to be funny and cute, to try and 'connect' with the fans proved to be so swell- how'd it work out for you, Tommy the Train? You still chugging along in your imaginary train-tracks?"
Slater's condescending tone took the forefront here, all as he followed his comments up with a chuckle. Despite not actually being on the same page during ANY point of the match, Grimm and TJ Bryce walked away winners over Fallon King and Hayden Phoenix, some will argue 'underhanded tactics' but who cares if a win is the final product.
"After Hayden Phoenix met The Grimm Ending, I gotta say.. I enjoyed it. The hisses.. the boos.. the jeers, the negativity thrown my way, I LOVED IT. I want MORE of it, I want to bask in the hate of the RWD fans as I continue to crush their idols and their heroes, Hayden Phoenix is the first victim in a long line of opposition that'll FALL to me feet. People can't say I didn't tell you so.. 'cause I did, I told you all that in this edition of Grimm's Fairy Tales-- the bad guy ALWAYS wins, and the following contest is no different.."
Trailing his words off, Slater crackled his knuckled and tossed his head back with a laugh- a sinister one at that. His personality was unsettling, people tried but failed to put a finger on the 'pulse' of who he was and what he was out to accomplish. Phoenix and King can tell you that Slater Grimm is unlike anything that they've seen before, and Slater loves that- being unorthodox is something that helps him thrive. Turning his back to the camera, he faced a black Everlast punching bag, one that was patched up with duct tape and electrical tape OVER that. Suspended from the ceiling with a thick, aged, heavy duty chain, Slater extended his right hand and placed his fist against the bag.
"My reward for single handedly carrying the team I was put in at the last Combat, is to take on TJ Bryce and once again, have to expose Fallon King for the absolute noob he is. That's fine, I can't get tired of seeing the look on Fallon's face when he realizes that no matter how hard he works, no matter how much effort he puts in- I will forever be better than him. He can try, he can hit the gym and watch tape- he can do what he needs to do but at the end of the day, I told him before.. and I'll tell him again.. there's no comparison between us. I am a monster, you are a victim. I am a god, you are a man. You are Thomas the Train, I am Vigo the Carpathian and there is no nuclear contained rays that will ruin MY ascension and eventual takeover of it all. You're no Peter Venkman, you're Tully- and I'll drown you in the sewers of pink ooze beneath the city."
Was his Ghostbusters II reference expected? Absolutely not, but that's what Slater Grimm brought to the table.. he was a loose cannon, he personified 'expect the unexpected.' You could never be too sure what he was going to throw at you, which is why people were constantly on his toes when he was around. His little reference to Ghostbusters brought a laugh out of him, all as he begun to slowly jab at the black punching bag, still keeping his back to the camera.
"Of course Fallon King's disappointment is my enjoyment, but what I took more pleasure in, was watching TJ Bryce sit on the sidelines and be stuck there. I didn't need you to win, TJ, you needed me. You and your little girlfriend get the way and luckily I was able to rise above it and win the match. I've learned a lot about you in these short weeks, for starters- you're a glory-hound. I have no doubt you're going to take credit for MY win at Combat, it's expected. It's a typical Canadian move to sit on the side and let the fight happen and take credit for the victory when it's all said and done. Sorta like in Iraq- when I was burning and suffering in the desert, your troops were under tents, crying about the heat. Then when it was all said and done when WE did all the work, your troops returned back to America's Hat and were treated like heroes.."
Slater slapped a pause into his words, all as he repeated 'heroes' a few times, each time it was spoken the word got softer.. and softer.. all as he turned around suddenly, his eyes were nearly bulging out of his skull as his face had a wicked expression etched over it. Pressing his hands against the side of his head, digging his palms into his temples, Slater's face went red with anger.
"HEROES?! YOU KNOW WHAT I THINK OF HEROES?!"
Turning once again, Slater threw a CRAZY hard clothesline that connected across the punching bag, sending it swinging like a pendulum.
"THAT'S WHAT I THINK OF HEROES! THOSE POSERS! NOTHING BUT FRAUDS!"
Jumping at the punching bag as it swung in his direction, Slater wrapped his arms around it and snapped it off the chain, driving it down onto the floor with a <THUD>. Wailing on it, he fired off palm strikes, punches, elbows and even headbutts all as he was visualizing a 'hero,' one that infuriated him.
"I AM A HERO! I'M A TRUE HERO! I NEVER GET THE CREDIT I DESERVE FOR THE SACRIFICES I MADE!"
Continuing to throw shot after shot across the punching bag.. as quickly as it started- he stopped. Taking deep breaths from the sudden adrenaline rush and use of his strength, Slater got to a knee and placed his hands behind his head, all as he turned slightly so the camera could catch enough of his face.
".. I am a hero, you two are not. I don't need a cape and a cowl, or citizenship to a second rate country like Canada to be one. At Combat.. on January 18th, I'm going to beat you two, and I'm going to do it decisively. I'm going to continue to ruin Fallon King's dream of being a star in this industry. I'm going to take his dream- put in in my hand like a new born kitten and rub between it's ears.."
Once again, a turn for the random as Slater was acting out his words with his hands. He had his left hand cupped and was using his right to illustrate his point.
".. I'm going to allow him to work up enough confidence to think that life is good, that he matters.. and when it's at an all-time high, when Fallon thinks nothing can go wrong, that he can't fail.. I'm going to ball my fist up.."
Yep, he balled his fist up here..
"And BRING.. THE.. FUCKING HAMMER.. DOWN!"
Slater pounded at his hand with his balled fist over.. and over.. and over again.
"ESSENTIALLY SMASHING THAT KITTEN'S HEAD, CRUSHING IT'S SKULL- DECORATING MY FLESH WITH IT'S BLOOD! THEN JUST FOR KICKS, I'LL BREAK IT'S NECK AND STOMP ON IT UNTIL IT'S AS FLAT AS POSSIBLE! THAT'S WHAT'S GONNA HAPPEN TO YOUR DREAM!"
His face went red again- anger? Possibly, excitement? Very likely at this point. As he gained control over himself, he once again allowed that smile to move across his face, all as he pushed himself up and stood tall.
"My name is Slater Grimm.. I am the author of Grimm's Fairy Tales- and at Combat, "The Hero and The Tank Engine" will be penned, illustrated.. but more importantly..?"
The camera suddenly zoomed in, keeping only Slater's face in the frame as he lowered his head just a bit..
".. fucking.. ENDED."
With a sharp exhale, the camera's feed was cut and the scene.. faded to black.
so quickly so sad!
