Post by Deleted on May 29, 2014 9:45:17 GMT -5
"Battle Royal"
Such a strange term that...there is neither a battle, nor anything that could possibly be discerned as royal.
A battle suggests strategy and preparation, all involved being granted a role that they must fulfil in the upcoming warfare. A battle suggests armies fighting to conquer and destroy one another. No, this was not a battle...this was just a clusterfuck.
A clusterfuck of randoms. The new blood like me and like Sapphire..thrown into a ring with losers, those who couldn't get the job done in their first qualifier matches, like Gem. Funny, she's on a losing streak now, huh? Such hopes, such dreams, shattered like a precious "Gem" that just didn't make the cut. I guess you can make diamonds from coal with enough care and pressure but some Gems are just made to break apart...
Royal...another strange term.... There are no Kings or Queens, no Princes or Princesses, only steroid-taking brutes, skinny drunks, sluts and me....thrown into a "Where do we fit the rest of the roster?" match for the final chance to enter this...tournament thing that people keep mentioning. A chance to win not only the North American title, but also to win a contract for a title match any time the winner chooses. Now that's something worth fighting for.
Now, there are very few people in this match that I've ever met. I tend to keep myself to myself in the locker room and have no interest in what new underwear Sapphire bought or what salon Stacy Jones got her latest bleach job. No, I care about one thing. Pain.
Pain is delicious. Committing it, feeling it, embracing it. You see, on the surface, pain is simply an intense negative feeling from damaging stimuli sending panic and dread to your little fleshy brains. But in reality? Pain is the one thing that makes us truly alive. Can the dead feel pain? Of course not but the dead can cause us pain, emotional pain. Can plants feel pain? No, they don't feel anything even though they are alive...what a pitiful existence.
I don't like candy, I don't like cute jewellery or flowers. I thrive on causing pain, on feeling pain, on being ALIVE. This week on Trauma, I'm not going into this battle royal to win...I'm going into this battle royal to hurt people. That doesn't mean I don't want to win, I'll fight hard because I always fight with all my being, for I truly understand that the key to not holding back is feeling like you've got nothing to lose.
Come to me. Hurt me. Feel me. Defile me.....I am Eden...just try to resist.....
Such a strange term that...there is neither a battle, nor anything that could possibly be discerned as royal.
A battle suggests strategy and preparation, all involved being granted a role that they must fulfil in the upcoming warfare. A battle suggests armies fighting to conquer and destroy one another. No, this was not a battle...this was just a clusterfuck.
A clusterfuck of randoms. The new blood like me and like Sapphire..thrown into a ring with losers, those who couldn't get the job done in their first qualifier matches, like Gem. Funny, she's on a losing streak now, huh? Such hopes, such dreams, shattered like a precious "Gem" that just didn't make the cut. I guess you can make diamonds from coal with enough care and pressure but some Gems are just made to break apart...
Royal...another strange term.... There are no Kings or Queens, no Princes or Princesses, only steroid-taking brutes, skinny drunks, sluts and me....thrown into a "Where do we fit the rest of the roster?" match for the final chance to enter this...tournament thing that people keep mentioning. A chance to win not only the North American title, but also to win a contract for a title match any time the winner chooses. Now that's something worth fighting for.
Now, there are very few people in this match that I've ever met. I tend to keep myself to myself in the locker room and have no interest in what new underwear Sapphire bought or what salon Stacy Jones got her latest bleach job. No, I care about one thing. Pain.
Pain is delicious. Committing it, feeling it, embracing it. You see, on the surface, pain is simply an intense negative feeling from damaging stimuli sending panic and dread to your little fleshy brains. But in reality? Pain is the one thing that makes us truly alive. Can the dead feel pain? Of course not but the dead can cause us pain, emotional pain. Can plants feel pain? No, they don't feel anything even though they are alive...what a pitiful existence.
I don't like candy, I don't like cute jewellery or flowers. I thrive on causing pain, on feeling pain, on being ALIVE. This week on Trauma, I'm not going into this battle royal to win...I'm going into this battle royal to hurt people. That doesn't mean I don't want to win, I'll fight hard because I always fight with all my being, for I truly understand that the key to not holding back is feeling like you've got nothing to lose.
Come to me. Hurt me. Feel me. Defile me.....I am Eden...just try to resist.....