Post by INFINITE PRO. on Aug 30, 2022 20:08:22 GMT
II.
“POWERSHIFTER”
TUATHAL'S SICKLE.
MacGILLYCUDDY'S REEKS, IVERAGH PENINSULA.
COUNTY KERRY, IRELAND.
SATURDAY, MAY 28th.
1:23 p.m.
“POWERSHIFTER”
TUATHAL'S SICKLE.
MacGILLYCUDDY'S REEKS, IVERAGH PENINSULA.
COUNTY KERRY, IRELAND.
SATURDAY, MAY 28th.
1:23 p.m.
A light breeze caresses the mountainside as ANA SOMNIA slips her backpack off of her shoulders and takes a seat beside it. She wears black Reebok Russia leggings, thick, white socks, black hiking boots, and a black W.C.A. Fight Club sports bra. The sun shining across the surface of water below the expanse of greenery catches Ana’s eye as she breathes through her nose. After appreciating the serenity of the nature surrounding her, Ana turns to the camera, narrowing her eyes.
“Pouvoir; Potenza; Власть,” she says, reciting the same word three times in the three languages she is fluent in other than English. “Power. This is what we all covet. This is what we all bleed for. This is what we all fight for. And tomorrow night? This is what Alastor Touchdown will die for.” Again, Ana looks off-camera. “As young girl growing up in Russia, I learned many things. I learned many important things. One thing I learned is all great empires eventually… overextend themselves, outreach their grasp. Their loftier ambitions fracture their foundations. Greece. Rome. Great Britain. Even Mother Russia.” Ana taps her knuckles twice against her chest in emphasis. “These empires, they bit off more than they were capable of chewing. They sought mountaintop but could not survive journey. Their backs broke under weight of ambition. But my back will not break. It cannot break… And I cannot outreach my grasp. My grasp encompasses entire business… entire sport... entire planet.” The Devil Herself gestures openly to the world around her. “And now I have you in my grip, сука. It will be your back to break beneath weight of my loftier ambition. Because you see… Greatness is rarefied air we must be taught to breathe. If you do not learn how, this will suffocate you. I have breathed this rarefied air since I was child.” She cocks her head back and to the side as if to reinforce the notion. “But you, Alastor Touchdown? You would not know greatness if it bit you in face. Unlike you, I was born in this. I was forged in this. I have not only seen mountaintop. I have not only breathed its rarefied air— I am mountaintop.”
“And greatness cannot exist in our sport without Ana Somnia guiding it, leading it.”
“My empire will give greatness new meaning,” explains Necessary Evil. “And I shall build its foundation from broken bones of Alastor Touchdown and of Irina Sokolov after him. This foundation cannot and will not fracture. Because I have spent lifetime building foundation from corpses of my victims, and men—if you can call them this—like Alastor Touchdown have not ever proven equal to task of even competing with Undisputed. I have watched Touchdown closely. I have studied him since beginning of Infinite Power Tournament. And to speak truth? Even calling him a showman is offering him more respect than he deserves.” Ana shakes her head and spits on the ground in disdain. “Because he only deserves death. He only deserves to have flesh turned into rug for my office. He belongs beneath my feet. He does not belong in Infinite Power Finals and he does not belong in sport— my sport.” She smirks nefariously, narrowing her eyes at the camera as she bows her head slightly forward “While it is Jason Long’s name on our checks, this is my company. I provided proof there is no one on roster capable of stopping me when I put Elizabeth Karlson to sleep. As intriguing a prospect as Irina Sokolov is, this is all she is— a prospect. But at least she is not like Alastor Touchdown: a mockery of our sport… an insult to everything I have given my life to.” Ana’s upper lip twitches in contempt. “For this disrespect, he will give his life… because I do not take kindly to disrespect. I have spent my career eradicating his inferior breed of disrespect from our sport. I have ripped this out root and stem wherever I have found its diseased stagnation. IPW will be no different. It cannot be different.”
“I must raze forest to make room for new growth. I must… scorch Earth.”
“After I have salted earth with blood of those holding back company and sport?” she asks rhetorically. “I will sit upon my throne as world champion and I will watch those I deem worthy of place in future of sport kneel at my feet. But for Alastor Touchdown, there is no future in sport because there is no future at all.” Shaking her head, Somnia snickers condescendingly. “In little over 24 hours, I will rip desperate need for attention straight out of his chest. I will paint canvas with his blood and rid this company, this sport of yet another abasement... like excising tumor.” Her hand winds so tightly into a fist her knuckles blanche. “His kind plagues this sport, which is why I must do what I do best… tear down failed structures of business and build new future with my bare hands.” Ana lifts both aforementioned hands up, curling her fingers into a fist. “This is not task Touchdown is equal to. This is not task anyone is equal to— except Devil Herself. This is why Alastor Touchdown will not be in Finals. This is why Irina Sokolov will not win Finals.” She does actions here, and sometimes has to do more than just one. “I do not make threats, so when I say I will defeat Alastor Touchdown and win tournament? When I say I will be company’s first—and only—world champion? This is fact, not reputation. This is future.” She gestures outward, albeit aimlessly. “This is future I will build. In process I will leave trail of broken bodies in my wake. Because this is what happens when you step into ring with Undisputed. When you step into MY ring?”
“NO ONE SURVIVES!”
Fade.
“I will forge my place in this time. Contention is sharply refined. I will expose you and force your demise to take control of what is truly mine.”
— Fear Factory
“Pouvoir; Potenza; Власть,” she says, reciting the same word three times in the three languages she is fluent in other than English. “Power. This is what we all covet. This is what we all bleed for. This is what we all fight for. And tomorrow night? This is what Alastor Touchdown will die for.” Again, Ana looks off-camera. “As young girl growing up in Russia, I learned many things. I learned many important things. One thing I learned is all great empires eventually… overextend themselves, outreach their grasp. Their loftier ambitions fracture their foundations. Greece. Rome. Great Britain. Even Mother Russia.” Ana taps her knuckles twice against her chest in emphasis. “These empires, they bit off more than they were capable of chewing. They sought mountaintop but could not survive journey. Their backs broke under weight of ambition. But my back will not break. It cannot break… And I cannot outreach my grasp. My grasp encompasses entire business… entire sport... entire planet.” The Devil Herself gestures openly to the world around her. “And now I have you in my grip, сука. It will be your back to break beneath weight of my loftier ambition. Because you see… Greatness is rarefied air we must be taught to breathe. If you do not learn how, this will suffocate you. I have breathed this rarefied air since I was child.” She cocks her head back and to the side as if to reinforce the notion. “But you, Alastor Touchdown? You would not know greatness if it bit you in face. Unlike you, I was born in this. I was forged in this. I have not only seen mountaintop. I have not only breathed its rarefied air— I am mountaintop.”
“And greatness cannot exist in our sport without Ana Somnia guiding it, leading it.”
“My empire will give greatness new meaning,” explains Necessary Evil. “And I shall build its foundation from broken bones of Alastor Touchdown and of Irina Sokolov after him. This foundation cannot and will not fracture. Because I have spent lifetime building foundation from corpses of my victims, and men—if you can call them this—like Alastor Touchdown have not ever proven equal to task of even competing with Undisputed. I have watched Touchdown closely. I have studied him since beginning of Infinite Power Tournament. And to speak truth? Even calling him a showman is offering him more respect than he deserves.” Ana shakes her head and spits on the ground in disdain. “Because he only deserves death. He only deserves to have flesh turned into rug for my office. He belongs beneath my feet. He does not belong in Infinite Power Finals and he does not belong in sport— my sport.” She smirks nefariously, narrowing her eyes at the camera as she bows her head slightly forward “While it is Jason Long’s name on our checks, this is my company. I provided proof there is no one on roster capable of stopping me when I put Elizabeth Karlson to sleep. As intriguing a prospect as Irina Sokolov is, this is all she is— a prospect. But at least she is not like Alastor Touchdown: a mockery of our sport… an insult to everything I have given my life to.” Ana’s upper lip twitches in contempt. “For this disrespect, he will give his life… because I do not take kindly to disrespect. I have spent my career eradicating his inferior breed of disrespect from our sport. I have ripped this out root and stem wherever I have found its diseased stagnation. IPW will be no different. It cannot be different.”
“I must raze forest to make room for new growth. I must… scorch Earth.”
“After I have salted earth with blood of those holding back company and sport?” she asks rhetorically. “I will sit upon my throne as world champion and I will watch those I deem worthy of place in future of sport kneel at my feet. But for Alastor Touchdown, there is no future in sport because there is no future at all.” Shaking her head, Somnia snickers condescendingly. “In little over 24 hours, I will rip desperate need for attention straight out of his chest. I will paint canvas with his blood and rid this company, this sport of yet another abasement... like excising tumor.” Her hand winds so tightly into a fist her knuckles blanche. “His kind plagues this sport, which is why I must do what I do best… tear down failed structures of business and build new future with my bare hands.” Ana lifts both aforementioned hands up, curling her fingers into a fist. “This is not task Touchdown is equal to. This is not task anyone is equal to— except Devil Herself. This is why Alastor Touchdown will not be in Finals. This is why Irina Sokolov will not win Finals.” She does actions here, and sometimes has to do more than just one. “I do not make threats, so when I say I will defeat Alastor Touchdown and win tournament? When I say I will be company’s first—and only—world champion? This is fact, not reputation. This is future.” She gestures outward, albeit aimlessly. “This is future I will build. In process I will leave trail of broken bodies in my wake. Because this is what happens when you step into ring with Undisputed. When you step into MY ring?”
“NO ONE SURVIVES!”
Fade.
“I will forge my place in this time. Contention is sharply refined. I will expose you and force your demise to take control of what is truly mine.”
— Fear Factory