Post by Crymson on May 14, 2009 7:10:43 GMT -5
A camera comes to life in front of her blood red eyes. It pans out to frame the face of Crymson, who wasted no time before she began to speak.
"You're fighting as a cornered animal, Lessien. You've put yourself in that position, because you know that deep down... You can't accept it. You can't accept the fact that Jennifer Drew has completely owned your ass for the entire year. You can't accept the fact that someone like me can. Look at me. All of the momentum in this thing, with you in a broken mess across the ring as I made my pin.
You put yourself in that cornered animal position because you need something to try to make yourself perform. You know that you're far past your prime, Lessien. You know that it's drawing nearer and nearer...
You owe me for making sure that that day didn't come last week. I could have made it so, and I could be here telling you "I told you so." Question now is, Lessien, is how am I going to pursue winning this thing? Take you behind the shed and put you out of your rabid misery? Or take out little Miss Gaiden and have your focus right on me, so you can look up with wide eyes, blinded by the lights, as you hear my song signalling the end of your career?"
"You're fighting as a cornered animal, Lessien. You've put yourself in that position, because you know that deep down... You can't accept it. You can't accept the fact that Jennifer Drew has completely owned your ass for the entire year. You can't accept the fact that someone like me can. Look at me. All of the momentum in this thing, with you in a broken mess across the ring as I made my pin.
You put yourself in that cornered animal position because you need something to try to make yourself perform. You know that you're far past your prime, Lessien. You know that it's drawing nearer and nearer...
You owe me for making sure that that day didn't come last week. I could have made it so, and I could be here telling you "I told you so." Question now is, Lessien, is how am I going to pursue winning this thing? Take you behind the shed and put you out of your rabid misery? Or take out little Miss Gaiden and have your focus right on me, so you can look up with wide eyes, blinded by the lights, as you hear my song signalling the end of your career?"