An early morning glow
settles down over the horizon, signaling the beginning of a new day. Time has nearly reached it’s end and
Happenstance, one of the most anticipated programs in recent BWF history lays
just ahead. Inside the hotel room of
Raizzor and Requiem, the two lay comfortably perched up against the headboard
of the queen sized bed. The sheets and
blankets are strewn near the foot of the mattress and both are warmly secured
in their bathrobes; black cotton for Raizzor and burgundy silk for Requiem. We notice that the last BWF Havok is airing
a repeat on TV, muted. Requiem sighs
warmly.
Mmm, last night, so wild.
Raizzor does not
respond, his mind on other things. Requiem crooks her mouth in a smirk and
pokes him gently.
Oh, dear, I think maybe I broke him.
His eyes shift down to
admire her curvaceous form and he shares with her a light smile.
I am worn, Requiem, dear, not broken. I am merely deep in thought concerning my
match tomorrow night, and considering the course of action I wish to take
concerning the recent words from my opponents.
Hmm, they were entertaining, were they not? I really enjoyed the self war Cade had with
his alter. It reminds me of myself and
sweet Jasmine.
You two have come to terms, unlike Cade, and until he finds a resolution,
he will continue to be unfocussed and incapable of producing a solid
effort. It was my intention to offer a
reply to the rantings of Cade/Mr. Sunday Night, until I discovered that for the
entire time he was on screen, he barely addressed the issues of our match. When he declared he was going to look past
all of us I didn’t expect him to actually do it, opting instead to take a mere
moment to declare his team will win, and then end the promo.
Yes, Raizzor was
amused, and it is not easy to spur those kind of emotions, but for all the talk
to come out of his mouth, by the time M.S.N. actually got around to the match
at hand, he didn’t have a whole lot to contribute. His promo was like a trick Christmas Present. Large box, much newspaper inside, only to
find a tiny $2 gift in the center. High
anticipation with little reward.
I guess that is about all that can be said about Cade, M.S.N, and I
see no need to re-apply my feelings about
They’ll be insulted, darling, if you brush them off so easily.
Let them, if they want more, give more. I am of course much more interested in the
Golden Couple’s latest offering.
Saying nothing,
Requiem sinks into her husband’s arms, her interest piqued as much as ours.
Daniel, again you forget what I said. It was a selfless act that
lead to my involvement during your feud with Blazenwing, I found what he had
done to Kitsune to be reprehensible, and I saw the reaction on your face. Blazenwing then began to use your emotions
against you, which put him at an advantage.
For the most part, I am of a breed who feels compelled to assist those
in great need, and at that time it ‘appeared’ you were in dire straits. No you did not ask; but saviors act without
thought or request.
His tone darkens as he
progresses, the intention to drive through Executioner’s thick skull Raizzor’s
participation in this battle.
My REASON for wanting to be in this match, now, is to physically
strike back at you for becoming the very thing I swore to destroy. In the process of turning against Kitsune,
you made my actions worthless, and no one does that without retribution. Worse, you take the route of blaming a woman
for your failures. We do not give our love
conditionally, and take it away when things become rough. Blazenwing used Kitsune to get to you, and in
turn, you choose to blame her? You truly
are a pathetic creature, not worthy of respect, and it isn’t necessary that you
care about my opinion, it doesn’t change a thing. Perhaps now it is clearer then ever, why I
have made this match my business. Why I
waited till now, should also be obvious; Not only do I have the chance to smash
you down into that canvas, watch you wither in pain as I strive to break
various parts of your body, but I can also snatch from you the very thing you
came into this match for; Tag Gold.
Salt in the wound.
I turn then to you, Garcia, and ask what it was you were trying to
get across to me? Daniel had already
said his piece about my vendetta, and then you open your mouth and ask the very
same question all over again. Is it that
interesting to you it must be rehashed?
There is not a reason I could phantom for being jealous of The
Executioner. He dumped one woman for
another… impressive, and certainly something every man dreams of. Daniel could be with you, or alone, or with
Brute the Fruit for all the good it would do him. I need not repeat the reasons I am here, nor
should you waste your breath re-asking.
Daniel, why did you say, again, that I seem to have personal
vengeance on my mind? Have you turned
into a broken record since you’re last ‘real’ match in the BWF? Too much time, what was your phrase, ‘phoning
in’ your battles that you’ve become obsessed with the little things and feel a
need to repeat them insistently. I am
forced to reinforce my reasons, otherwise I would move on. I’ve chosen to make this my fight, and it
really is beyond your control to keep me out of it, no matter how much you
complain.
Raizzor, dear, let me add something here. Adriana, sweetie, you made a grave error. You and Danny just spent the last few minutes
of your promo taking turns saying the same thing about my darling, that he’s in
a match that isn’t his business, and then follow it up by accusing him of
repeating himself, only to say you won’t follow suit? *tsk* it’s almost like putting the wagon
before the horses, and you just look really stupid doing so.
A slight tilt of his
head to nod his agreement, Raizzor picks up from there.
You have good ears, Requiem, thank you. Then, in a blink of an eye, the two turn from
saying I speak too much, to commenting on Alexis not speaking at all. I wonder what you two were expecting from
her, to suggest that she has been oddly silent.
It’s not been a very long time since we heard from her, and in fact,
when it comes to the order of air time for all the competitors in this match,
you two did come in last. Yet, because
Alexis has not jumped up and sang for you at your request, you think she had
gone mute. I hope now that she has
addressed you, that you are appeased.
Unlikely. Sometimes you can not please certain people
no matter what direction you take.
People like that are just anal, and in the end you realize it’s just
better to carry on in your own best way, for your own best interest.
Now, if you are going to respond with the same questions and spin
your wheels on these matters, then give us fair warning. Whether you feel I belong here does not
matter. I am here. Whether you believe your
past actions to have no bearing on who you are now, I feel otherwise. You can shrug it off all you care too, but it
won’t change the situation one bit. The
Soul-Taker officially belongs in this match, and that changes the dynamics to a
degree you were not expecting, and Alexis and I can both see the frustration
creeping in. Against
That thought
illuminates on Raizzor’s cold smile, as he pulls his wife closer to him, with
the intent of spending the rest of the morning uninterrupted and without
concern towards the match at Happenstance.
End.