Post by Sephiroth du Lac on Mar 27, 2010 23:55:02 GMT -6
"We must become the change we want to see."
- Mahatma Ghandi
- Mahatma Ghandi
*The camera falls on a lavish party held within the private room known as "The Dungeon" located in the Tampa Bay "Castle". Onside the lavish apartment is a scene of debauchery. Women, scantily clad drape themselves on the arms of powerful men of privilege. Each figure wearing a mask of some sort to hide the true features of their face. Like the Carnivals of old, wine flows, flesh is laid bare to the desire of others and tongues wag of gossip and intricacies. It is here amid the decadence and intrigue that the camera lays eyes on a figure descending the stairs into the Dungeon, he is a tall man with long flowing hair of platinum blond, his dress is like that of an Edwardian gentleman, his black and gold baroque coat draped around the finest silk top with a cravat draped perfectly around his neck. The mask is venetian, a dominus mask. One of great strength and leadership. A man of privileged and wealth, his pants are tailor cut to his fit and his shoes tipped with the finest Italian leather. Like something out of a dream he steps down to an awaiting figure, a woman clad in the finest silk and gold dress. Her hair the color of fire and her eyes a sparkling green from behind the face of the Goddess Persephone. As he steps down from this stairwell she bows to him and takes his hand with nary a word she moves close to him and runs her slender fingers across his chest. Two more women come, one depicting Athena and one depicting Aphrodite, walking slowly to him they gently reach to his face and remove the mask revealing the face of Sephiroth du Lac smiling in a charming urbane way. He caresses both the women's masked faces and then nods to the form of Persephone whom just nods and moves on. He then turns to the camera and with a cheery grin begins to speak.*
Seph: Hello and welcome to the party. Do pardon me if I've been a bit down lately but recent events have raised a most unseemly smile upon my face. It is cause to celebrate, no? Now I know what you are thinking, my dears. Why isn't he out training? Doesn't he have a match? Isn't he coming off a losing streak? All true questions to which there is only one response and that response is the man whom I face himself... The Ace. The most cliched name of all names. How many men have I fought that had that name. I can count on two hands the number I'm sure. There was Ace man, Tex Ace, The Wild Ace, The Ace of Spades, Ace man even... the list goes on and on and on. Perhaps someone should put down his bicycle deck, but there again I've never been one for gambling.
*Seph begins to walk down another small stair into the maddened throng. Women lie in various states of undress, each wearing their mask even when in the throws of passion. Spanking benches sit in the corners revealing revelers chained to them, enjoying the passions of pain and pleasure and yet among them our resident monstrosity, this beautiful angel of death, walks without a notice or care.*
Seph: I am a fan of games though and what fun they are. I've enjoyed your little whip round of childish insults and name calling. Telling me that I am, how do you put it? Not grounded in reality? You say it's all delusions that it's reality of my own design. Again, how did you put it? Du Lac realism? Well, allow me to offer a little dose of reality to you.
*He stops for a moment taking in the sight of one particular beauty. He looks at her and then at her mistress who is striking her with hard blows from a riding crop. Seph stops her and motions for the crop. The mistress of the girl simply smiles and hands it over noting Du Lac's more muscular features. Seph just smiles and takes the small whip and draws it in both hands bending it slightly. Before turning back to the camera.*
Seph: Nobody really gives a damn what you think.
*He makes a quick strike and the women yelps hard moaning from the pain.*
Seph: So, your a former world champion? So, you don't care what the fans think? What are you? Stupid?
*Seph smacks the girl again who only rises to her tip toes and grips the bench hard.*
Seph: We are in the business of sports entertainment. We are to give the people what they want. What they desire. It's not about you.
*Seph just cracks the girl a final time reddening her backside. The girl bites her lips and closes her eyes in ecstasy. Seph just smiles and hands the whip back to the mistress who continues where he leaves off. Seph just steps forward focusing on the camera now.*
Seph: See, that is why nobody cares, Ace. Why you are first among dogs along with me this week. You don't give the fans what they want. You talk down to them. You think they are dumb and ignorant. All you care about is you... which is why you lost that belt in the first place. We are who the fans make us to be. Whether that is real or illusion. Whether we wish it or not. That is who we are. To invite the opposite is to become you... bitter, resentful, and more important... boorish.
*Seph continues his walk till he reaches a table in the corner where the women from before sit waiting. His face cracks into a simple smirk as Aphrodite stands allowing him a place in the middle of their revelry. As he sits down his hands grace the mask of Persephone and removes it revealing Jane, her eyes filled with a dual lust. His lips find hers and for a moment they passionately kiss but the moment is brief as the figures of Aphrodite and Athena begin to deliver soft touches. Seph just turns from Jane and smiles at the stranger beside him as she begins to place a sugar cube over a glass of Absinthe.*
Seph: See we all have our parts to play but you... you refuse to play the game. A man who stood so tall, a champion, the best of the best. How long has it been, Ace? How long since you were once great? Look at you now. I have faced minor setbacks but you are proof of why the NCW needs men like me. Your an animal, Ace. This is the path we have chosen. We are entertainers and the moment you aren't then you are nothing. Less then nothing. This facade... this show you put on is not fooling anyone. You are simply what I figured you for in the first place. Nothing. You are not even worth my time.
*Seph smiled as she poured a red liquid from a vial over the ice cube. She ran her fingers over the melting cube and ran one along it sliding it in Du Lac's mouth. The fallen one could only smile at her teasing.*
Seph: You keep saying to me over and over again how you are uninterested in our match. How you no longer care. What do you care about? You don't care for the match? You don't care for the fans? You don't care about the NCW? What do you care for? Your pretty little wife? Your health? Your looks? Tell me what direction I should look because in all honesty if and when I find it I will tell you this, Ace. I will take that which you do care for and tear it from your hands. Because unlike you, who doesn't want to be labeled with common words like... face! Or Heel! Or even Hero! I except what I have been made into. I accept what path fate has decided for me. Ebon was right, he was an antihero in every meaning of the word but I'm better than even that.
*She dropped the cube into the drink and stirred it, it mixed the blend of red and green as they blended with the sugar and Seph raised it up, smiling as he looked at the camera.*
Seph: I'm the villain...
*The woman beside him peels off her mask revealing a beautiful woman with hair of gold staring at the camera with him. She smiles as she raises the vial in her hand, a small hand written script on it spells...
Roxi
Seph just smiled evilly at her then back at the camera with fangs bare.*
Seph: ... And the villain always gets the parting shot!
*With that he downs the liquid as the girl smiles, her fangs bare as well. The two kiss deeply as the camera pans back, revealing Jane and the other woman kissing passionately and for a moment we are lost in the world of villainy before the scene fades to black.*