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Deja Entendu
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Topic Started: Feb 9 2016, 03:20 AM (95 Views)
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Aries
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Feb 9 2016, 03:20 AM
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-We find ourselves at the Aries household, no dingy basement, no broken windows, nothing out of the ordinary. In fact, the camera pans and reveals that Sean is sitting in quite the modest kitchen, although dimly lit there's nothing out of the ordinary to be seen. Just your everyday kitchen that would guarantee at least one house wife being forced to watch wrestling that evening, was envying Sean's cabinet selection and appliances. At the kitchen table sat none other than Sean Aries, flicking his wrist and chucking a steak knife right into the fine oak table. Every time the knife stuck itself in the wood, forcibly lodged and standing hilt up, he would pry it back out and repeat the process. Sean loosed the knife from the table and gripped the handle and started to flick it again, stopping momentarily and letting off a bit of built of aggression from this past week.
There was no doubt whether or not Aries had seen the video posted by The Crowe Family, and it was fairly obvious that the words spoken by Mother Mary had set off some sort of tick in him but it was difficult to pinpoint just what was going on in poor Seany's mind. Twirling the knife around, a full hand now grasping the handle Sean scratched his temple with the tip of the blade and just.. rambled.
Aries: When I was 11 years old, I watched the Detroit Red Wings sweep my Flyers and take home the Stanley Cup, right in front of Philadelphia. In 2010 I had the same opportunity taken from me by an overtime goal in game six..once again, in Philadelphia. I've had the title stripped off my hands on two occasions. One because of politics, the other because of my own stupidity. I've had the mother of my child, look me in the eye and lie to me about who the father was, and I've had to watch The Patriots win 4 Super Bowls and listen to Boston preach about it since 2002.
...Don't talk to me like I don't know about heartbreak.
Don't even for a second, think that I've dealt with things that aren't worse than not having Emily back. Because at the end of the day, beneath all this self-loathing, I'm still proud of her for being her. Watching her wrestle, knowing she was my protege brings me cold comfort. I will always be proud of her for being one of the toughest people in this business. Just like I'm proud to wear orange and black, and just like I'm proud to say I've gotten to hold the Undisputed title on more than one occasion.
Finally putting in the effort to look towards the camera, turning his hand and pressing his fist to the side of his head, the blade now pointed forward with Sean's gaze showing a range of emotion. Tired, annoyed, aggravated, it was all present on this man's face and it was clear that it wasn't going away any time soon.
Aries: So why is it, that your words seem to just, clutch at my heart and pull as hard as they can, Mary? Like some siren song that's drawing sailor's to their grave I can't help but listen to you preach over and over, and I couldn't figure out why until I finally caught that look in your eye. That look that shows so much confidence and trust in your "boys" as you call them. The same look that makes me want to take this?
Sean pulls the knife away from his head for just a few seconds, making sure the camera catches the saw-toothed blade, the faded light catching it at just the right angle.
Aries: And gouge out your eyes so I can stop seeing that stare when I close my own. And I thought for awhile it was because I couldn't wrap my mind around how someone so.. beautiful, elegant, hypnotic.... could be so cruel. How this angelic little girl could just make outlandish threats at someone who's claim to mild fame is hurting careers rather than progressing them. You see I've had some great matches in my time, with great wrestlers. Alex LeBlanc, Matt Logan, Sylvia Wrath, I'd include Carlos in that list but it would go to his head. But I've also dealt with a demonic samurai, an Australian whose greatest accomplishment was impersonating one of the most popular wrestlers of the late 90's, another Australian who thought quoting Far Cry made him sound tough, and a bunch of guys who thought dressing up like clowns was the best decision for their career. But you.. Momma Mary, something about you just stands out to me and drew me in, moth to the flame.
...You remind me of her.
Maybe it's the smile, or maybe it's the voice, I can't pinpoint it but there's just something about you that reminds me of her.
Sean looks down at the table, his palm swiveling the knife and turning the blade down towards the table, twirling it between his thumb and pointer finger. Gripping it once more and bringing the butt of the knife up to his forehead, Aries went wide-eyed like he just got hit with an intense head-ache, chuckling a bit before returning his attention to the camera.
Aries: But then you called me a liar...and for what? For putting my career first when I was still realizing that sometimes, the lives around me are more important? Because you seemed to misunderstand one thing about Sean Aries that it seems other people have forgotten.
..Emily wasn't a catalyst for my success. She was my tether. She kept me grounded, and she stopped me from making really, really poor decisions. Sometimes the leash would get a bit too slack and I'd end up faulted for that, just like any man in a relationship. But at the end of the day Emily held me down to protect me from myself.
...Not your 50 Shades of Grey meets Deliverance boy toys.
But if you want to hunt the bear, then you need to remember, you can't miss your first shot. You can't let him get wind of what's coming, and you most certainly can't just graze him. Because once that bear see's your two boys trying to take him down, he's going to do everything he can to protect his neck of the woods. He's going to maul you, he's going to rip your tendon's off the bone like barbecued ribs, and he's going to go straight for the jugular. You can tell me all about how you'll rip my tongue out and silence the lies but that won't stop the crowd's from preaching MY gospel. It won't stop them from chanting "SEAN'S GONNA KILL YOU" at the top of their lungs. It won't stop them from bellowing "KILL SEAN KILL" from the rafters. And if all else fails, I have two middle fingers I'll shove in Davey and Morris' face. I don't need to preach what I practice, lovely. There's a trail of bodies and headstones of wrestlers I've fucking RUINED in my backyard.
But if you want to show me the holy wrath you plan on bestowing upon me. Please, you sweet, innocent little angel, I'm on my knees, arms stretched out and ready to embrace death. Because as long as I've been here, there have been many a men who act as evangelicals. They.. preach and preach and preach about the end of days for Sean Aries and much like most apocalyptic prophecies none have yet to be true.
So this bear you're hunting? He'll be waiting in Cullowhee, in the Ramsey Center. Just remember that you can't second guess yourself, and you need to pull the trigger when the times right. Or else the innocent little lamb that you are?
Sean finally seems to have a moment of anger break through his patience and annoyance, driving the knife deep into the table as he leaned forward, his expression still just the embodiment of dissolution.
Aries: Goes to the slaughter. So please, wear your whitest lace and your finest dress. So when I hand you Davey or Morris' severed head to you personally? The bloodstain lingers for years. No matter how much you try to rid yourself of it I want you to be reminded of the one time your words fell to the dirt. I'm not a liar sweetheart....I'm a heretic, and I sit upon my throne of bone and ash. I am the Omen you tell your children about to instill fear in them. I am the harbinger of suffering and I am the ghost who will never let you forget how badly you just fucked up...
Edited by Aries, Feb 9 2016, 03:23 AM.
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