Post by AdamWolfe on Jul 27, 2016 22:45:00 GMT
Slamming his fist into the locker, Genocide dents it’s metal frame. A bloody hand print marks his otherwise white mask. Clearly a victory marking from his attack on Caleb only half an hour later. With his head snapping side to side, Genocide’s eyes lock on his hockey stick. Grabbing it and flipping it upside down, Genocide surveys his trusty tool. The blood still fresh on the blade, Genocide wipes a bit off and smears some more on his mask. With a quick turn, he starts to repeatedly smash it down on the bench next to him. Rolling his head and cracking his neck, Genocide’s eyes and head start tweaking out and snapping around the room.
Genocide: “So many things happened tonight. So many great things. I can’t even begin to explain why each of these things transpired. But I should. No, I must. The people will request it!”
Spinning around with his arms extended at his side, Genocide surveys the room. He bows towards the wall as if he thinks there is a camera catching his actions. But he is all alone in the room with no one to hear or witness what was happening.
Genocide: “Where do I begin. What should I start with. How about the beginning? Yes, the beginning. Let’s start with Wolfe’s decision to make Mikael his partner. The leader of Supremacy and ally to no one. The man who seems to have no feelings towards the people around him, rescued Wolfe from the amusement park. No rhyme or reason. He just went out of his way to rescue Wolfe. Maybe he has less going on upstairs than we originally thought. Maybe he just...snapped.”
As the words escape his lips Genocide’s head cocks to the side. His eyes dart back and forth beneath his mask. He starts to pace around the room as he cracks his neck side to side repeatedly.
Genocide: “But what came of that? Captain calm decided to stomp on our opponent after the match. Now, I would have no problem with this. Apparently, Wolfe was slightly distraught. He needs to learn. Wolfe needs to learn that Wolfe...I am the better mind for our body.”
Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Genocide looks down at the blood on his hands. He flips his hands over in front of them as they start to appear as puppets. Genocide quickly slaps himself and cracks his neck side to side.
Genocide: “The line is too thin. I need to finish this before I start losing too much control. So! That attack. Why Genocide? Why would you go out and attack Caleb, a man that you don’t even know? It’s simple, young fan. I came here with one plan. To gain the power that I crave. The power that I deserve. So I made a statement. Now the statement, it had nothing to do with Caleb. He was merely a stepping stone on the path to claiming what is rightfully mine.”
Finally stopping his pacing, Genocide’s head snaps side to side again. He spots his championship and grabs it throwing it over his shoulder. ‘PAW World Championship’ is still painted over the belt. Genocide stares at the paint which causes his eyes to rapidly move around the room.
Genocide: “Press. Calvin. Don’t take this personal. You two happen to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. I want to make something known/ After Bad Moon Rising, you better hope you’re not the one holding that belt. Because whichever of you holds that belt, whichever walks out with your hand held high, I’m coming. What you saw happen to Caleb tonight is nothing compared to what will happen to the man holding that belt. The blood will flow and Wolfe...I will soak it up. Until that time I will consider this belt the real championship and Wolfe...I will consider myself the champion.”
Genocide tries slapping himself again but to no avail. He reaches up and rips off the mask showing a twisted grin. Dropping the belt off his shoulder, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out the Franchinger. Sliding it on his finger, Wolfe gets up to leave the room.
Franchinger: “Wolfe’s going to be, the very best. Like no Wolfe ever was! He is the champ, cause he’s the best. He makes puppets just because!”
Wolfe continues down the hallway as the singing fades off into the distance.
Genocide: “So many things happened tonight. So many great things. I can’t even begin to explain why each of these things transpired. But I should. No, I must. The people will request it!”
Spinning around with his arms extended at his side, Genocide surveys the room. He bows towards the wall as if he thinks there is a camera catching his actions. But he is all alone in the room with no one to hear or witness what was happening.
Genocide: “Where do I begin. What should I start with. How about the beginning? Yes, the beginning. Let’s start with Wolfe’s decision to make Mikael his partner. The leader of Supremacy and ally to no one. The man who seems to have no feelings towards the people around him, rescued Wolfe from the amusement park. No rhyme or reason. He just went out of his way to rescue Wolfe. Maybe he has less going on upstairs than we originally thought. Maybe he just...snapped.”
As the words escape his lips Genocide’s head cocks to the side. His eyes dart back and forth beneath his mask. He starts to pace around the room as he cracks his neck side to side repeatedly.
Genocide: “But what came of that? Captain calm decided to stomp on our opponent after the match. Now, I would have no problem with this. Apparently, Wolfe was slightly distraught. He needs to learn. Wolfe needs to learn that Wolfe...I am the better mind for our body.”
Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Genocide looks down at the blood on his hands. He flips his hands over in front of them as they start to appear as puppets. Genocide quickly slaps himself and cracks his neck side to side.
Genocide: “The line is too thin. I need to finish this before I start losing too much control. So! That attack. Why Genocide? Why would you go out and attack Caleb, a man that you don’t even know? It’s simple, young fan. I came here with one plan. To gain the power that I crave. The power that I deserve. So I made a statement. Now the statement, it had nothing to do with Caleb. He was merely a stepping stone on the path to claiming what is rightfully mine.”
Finally stopping his pacing, Genocide’s head snaps side to side again. He spots his championship and grabs it throwing it over his shoulder. ‘PAW World Championship’ is still painted over the belt. Genocide stares at the paint which causes his eyes to rapidly move around the room.
Genocide: “Press. Calvin. Don’t take this personal. You two happen to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. I want to make something known/ After Bad Moon Rising, you better hope you’re not the one holding that belt. Because whichever of you holds that belt, whichever walks out with your hand held high, I’m coming. What you saw happen to Caleb tonight is nothing compared to what will happen to the man holding that belt. The blood will flow and Wolfe...I will soak it up. Until that time I will consider this belt the real championship and Wolfe...I will consider myself the champion.”
Genocide tries slapping himself again but to no avail. He reaches up and rips off the mask showing a twisted grin. Dropping the belt off his shoulder, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out the Franchinger. Sliding it on his finger, Wolfe gets up to leave the room.
Franchinger: “Wolfe’s going to be, the very best. Like no Wolfe ever was! He is the champ, cause he’s the best. He makes puppets just because!”
Wolfe continues down the hallway as the singing fades off into the distance.