A black Harley Davidson pulled into the parking lot of the Shelter Amsterdam Nightclub, a female form stepped off the bike, removing her helmet and placing it on the handlebar of the bike, twirling her keys on her fingers, before slipping them into her pocket. Currently her normally bright colored hair was black, with green, blue and purple strips. She shook her hair out, allowing it to flow in the slight breeze. She entered the nightclub, the music was loud, playing some old metal music. She made her way over to the bar, ordering a drink, downing the shot, before moving towards the dance floor. The DJ, pushed a button and another song began to play, "Poison" by Alice Cooper filled the club with sound. She smirked before heading out to the dance floor and spinning around. She moved with the music, her hands running across her body. From the darkness she could feel eyes on her and she knew she was being watched. She had felt the eyes on her since she arrived at the club, but it wasn't going to stop her from having fun.
Some guy moved close to her, dancing against her. "Hey miss.. you are far too good looking to be dancing alone.."
"Who said I was alone?" She looked in the direction of the eyes she felt on her. She gave the man dancing near her a smirk, before dancing with him, but her eyes went back towards the direction of the soul piercing gaze she was receiving from the shadows.
"I don't see anyone looking for you.. or dancing with you.." She clocked him, standing in the shadows, burning gaze on her. She liked it, like having him watching her, even if she wouldn't vocalize it.
"That doesn't mean I'm alone.." She gave the man a cute smirk as she looked over his shoulder, at the figure moving in the darkness. She could feel those dark eyes, burning through her. It sent a shiver down her spine.
The man that held her close, grabbed her wrist. "Well, now you aren't.. you have me for tonight.."
"Is that what you think?" She gave the man another smirk, pulling him close.
She could see him, stalking her in the darkness and she continued the little game they had engaged in. "Sanders, you and I are two of a kind. Both of us are born of violence and blood. Both of us crave to cause pain and destruction. Let's just romanticize this for a moment, you've been following me around, practically making moon eyes at me since July, since that big world title shot battle royal. So it's either one of two things.. either you want to defeat me.. or you want me on your team so badly, that you practically want a taste of me. So what is it really Jon.. do you want me... or do you want to beat me?
You once spoke about how much alike we were.. how the ghosts of our past being difficult to exorcise.. I've exorcised my demons.. I commune with them. I do not fear them.. for they have made me strong. Stronger than any who could stand against me. The death of my former love, the man who I had agreed to allow into my daughters life.. was a blessing.. not a curse. Did it hurt me? Sure.. as death hurts all who love. As for my daughter knowing if I am a monster.. she knows.. for she is of the same seed. She knows just who her mother is.. the question is.. if your mother were still living.. would she fear for the safety of her son.. at the fact that he awakened the monster within a woman.. who he must face?
You wanted Scorched Earth Jonathan.. you wanted me to prove that I am the same as you. You want me to prove that I am capable of sacrificing a win.. to cause pain. Well here I am. Let's prove just how far I am willing to go to prove my point. When we step into that ring tonight, you will see first hand just what I am willing to do. Cold, unrelenting.. willing to do what must be done. You wanted to awaken that side of me Sanders.. well here she is. You wanted to find a monster, someone who is just like you.. the female version of yourself. Let us see if you can handle what she is capable of.. now that the chains that bound her.. have been snapped and she is free.
Two beings.. cut from the same cloth.. joined by a red string. Fate and evil incarnate.. life and death.. the connection of the darkness and evil. Two of the same kind, two sides of the same card. The Devil and His Queen, The Wildcard and The Joker. The Queen of Hell and her Fallen Angel.. Both beings of darkness and death. Made to rule side by side.. for all eternity. The question is, did he underestimate his Queen? Or will she fail to prove to him that she is his match in every sense of that word? The poison that flows through our veins.. calls out to each other like a siren song. The question is.. will YOU answer it's call.. will our souls realize, they are one and the same.. and need each other.. despite all else. One cannot properly exist without the other...
Scorched Earth.. destroy everything.. leaving nothing standing. Isn't that what you've asked of me.. is that not what you have requested of me? Why would you place yourself in the path of that.. knowing I have destroyed everything in my path. Did you reveal in joy when I bloodied Richard Rider.. I sent him to the Emergency Room in Greece.. no one has heard from him since. No one will.. he's going to be so damaged.. Hollywood will write horror films about his disfigured face.
When this night is over, you will know the answer to the question you had posed before, is it possible you have found the Lilith to your Lucifer? Look into my eyes Jonathan Sanders.. and you tell me what you see." Scorched Earth.. Scorched Earth.. Scorched Earth
Alexandra looks at the man who was dancing with her, feeling his hands moving down to grope her ass, she shoves him away for a moment, before leading him outside to the alleyway, noticing that the gaze followed her out the doors. She didn't fear who might be walking just mere feet behind her, into the alleyway. For her blood sang out for him. She kept a hold on the man's arm, before leading him into the darkest part of the alleyway.
"Playtime.." Mere seconds passed before she heard the scuffle coming from the darkness.
A hand extended from the darkness pulling her into it. The sounds of a massive fight broke out, before blood slung from the darkness, sparkling as it ran down the wall across the alleyway. The poor man Alexandra had been dancing with, stumbled from the darkness, mouth bleeding, nose broken. Two figures emerged from the darkness behind him, and went their separate ways. Alexandra heading towards her bike.. the other slinking into the darkness, still an unknown figure, but she knew. She wiped the blood onto her pants, before placing her helmet back on and speeding off as the man collapsed in a pool of blood in front of the club.
Post by Jonathan Sanders on Nov 7, 2022 3:56:52 GMT -5
ANTITHESIS: Through the Looking Glass
"Mirror, mirror, on the wall…"
*Fade in. We open in a mausoleum; a sprawling, ancient crypt, its ornate stonework which once stood proud as a monument to the lives of its inhabitants now cracked and eroded by the vicious breath of time… not unlike the aging bones within.*
“Who is the greatest monster of them all?”
*As the familiar voice continues, our shot pans slowly through the mausoleum, allowing us to glimpse more of the crumbling facade and badly-weathered epitaphs bearing the names of long-dead friends, families and lovers. As we reach the centre of this space, the voice’s source is unsurprisingly revealed to us to be PWS Apex’ ‘favourite’ in-house nihilist, “The Lost Cause” Jonathan Sanders. The self-appointed “Snake of Eden” has found himself a perch, coiled upon a rock which itself sits in a semicircle around a large, multi-tiered reflecting pool that has been built into the middle of this cavernous subterranean space. The waters of the pool lie pristine, undisturbed - a fact viewers may find surprising given the apparent age of all the architecture and polished stone around it. Sanders sits upon this smooth stone clad entirely in black - an UNsurprising fact, given his predilections - with an “ANTITHESIS” hoodie overlaying black cargo pants and his signature “Peace and Anarchy” converse. The Horseman of Plague completes his solemn ensemble with a long, fleece jacket in the colour of expended charcoal; one of the tails of this coat is pinned beneath him - as one leg is crossed beneath the other one in his current seated/reclined position - but the other actually very softly blows about, as if catching unseen breezes from the currently-offscreen entrance or exit from this facility. As the camera comes to rest on him, Sanders inhales sharply, his steel-grey eyes downcast into the pool as he begins to speak again.*
"Reflections tell us many things. They are often windows, framed within the mirror, into our deepest, truest selves. Reflections can be boons, reaffirming who we always knew ourselves to be… or they can be the most vile and withering of curses. What would you see, I wonder, if you gazed into the pool? If you left your eyes to wander; to fall upon the crisp, unbroken surface - flitting, even for a moment, over the murky, unplumbed depths below… Would you see merely yourself? You, exactly as you are, absent of any self-delusions or scars left by the little cruelties of this world?"
*Sanders pauses, for a beat, and then slowly lifts his gaze away from the reflecting pool and turns towards the camera. His expression remains sombre, though a certain glint of evil mischief twinkles briefly in one eye.*
“Most people would not. Most would choose to see themselves as they believe they are; the idealized fictions that we paint in our own heads. We do not consent to the truths the mirror lays bare. Our self-delusions and our scars come to define us; they become tokens of fixation for distracted, human minds. The broken come to fear their own reflection, to view it only as a list of everything that they must fix - every way in which they’re failing.”
*Sanders’ black lips curl into a wicked, sardonic smirk, as he revels in this thought for just a moment.*
“Such is the curse of human nature. The ambitions we are taught to covet, the DREAMS we are encouraged to chase… none of it will ever be enough. These are not the methods to fulfill a soul, and those who seek them most urgently are often left feeling most empty. And yet, the ‘well-adjusted’ do not fare better. They become absorbed by their reflections - molded by them - so preoccupied with how they are perceived by those around them, that any shred of personality or truth gets lost within the image, subsumed by so many of society’s masks that they can scarcely recognize what may once have been their face.”
*Another pause, as the Lost Cause’s smirk slowly withers to a sort of wistful, melancholy sneer. He casts a sidelong glance over his shoulder into the reflecting pool again, lingering for one long moment before slowly returning his gaze to the camera to speak.*
“You have been a very interesting presence since you found your way into the path of walking desolation that I have termed my ‘life’. We are, in myriad ways, mere reflections of each other. We are creatures born of pain, suffering - children of the very WORST examples of humanity’s monstrosity. We were FAR more privy during our formative and vulnerable years to the horrifying truth of this existence; that there IS no such thing as ‘unconditional love’, and the only true commonality uniting every living being is their capacity to feel anguish.”
*Here, Sanders pauses.*
“We are of a different nature, Alexandra. Unlike human beings, who reject the mirror’s truths… WE have chosen to embrace them. We have seen precisely who and WHAT we are - we have been confronted by the same horrible, unforgiving portraits of the lives that we have forged… and we have accepted them as fact. We are not in the business of escaping our own fates, Alexandra… we’ve merely ventured through the Looking Glass, to see what wonders are in store…”
*Jonathan pauses once again at this point, his lips curling into a wicked, deeply chilling grin. His steel-grey eyes lock directly on the camera lens.*
“That is why I chose you, Alexandra. Why I have been so… obsessed, so singularly fascinated, since our paths first crossed some time ago. Because you are my reflection. My Alice, standing at the mirror. Even more so than Dickie, or Michael, or Heather Haze, or any of the other souls to whom I’ve made that claim throughout my journey. For YOU, Alexandra, it is true. You are what I see when I look in the mirror. A… twisted thing. Blackened. Hollow. A bitter, jagged image marred by violence - a void, given form more by what it’s lacking than anything it has. You have become your Dark Reflection, Alexandra… just as I did, a lifetime ago. When I was still that helpless, frightened child, seeking respite from the constant onslaught of misery and pain in the arms of the only sweet and gentle creature who had ever shown me kindness. As I did on the day that she was taken from me, when I looked into the mirror and saw that… thing gazing back at me, when I reached out to take its outstretched hand… so I could finally let that child die, and be reunited with her kindness once again.”
*Here, Sanders pauses once again, his grin having long since vanished and been replaced by a deep and piercing frown, eyes clenching tightly shut to keep the tears at bay. After one long moment, seething, in the memories, he manages to gain control of himself again, and slowly exhales his next line.*
“But we all know that nothing is so simple, don’t we? That child was not allowed to die; he had to become ME instead. I EMBRACED the truth within my mirror - BECAME the thing I knew I had to be precisely so that boy could survive… but think about that, Alexandra. If even I could not hope to kill me, what chance do you think you have? You are standing tonight against the Dark Reflection of humanity; the Plague of Professional Wrestling. I am the fury of the hurricane that scuttles ships against the rocky shore - the violent, crashing tide that sends the sailors to their doom! I am everything that you have EVER been afraid of; all your deepest, darkest nightmares made well and truly real.”
*A pause. Sanders grins again.*
“But I have heard you make similar claims. And I have SEEN what you can do - seen that DARKNESS and that PAIN that made me within you! So STAND against me now, Alexandra! Face the End of Everything! Because you KNOW what I can do! I am a natural disaster given human form and flesh. I am the FIRE of Pompeii, RAINING from the Heavensto bring death and ruination to anything and everything this broken, awful world has EVER. HELD. DEAR!”
*Sanders leans in closely to the camera, now, his steel-grey eyes burning with intensity and rage, but also an unsettling sort of glee. When he speaks next, his voice is low - nearly a whisper - but it is full of passion.*
“Tonight, Alexandra, you must show me that YOU are all of this as well. You must bring me RUIN in that ring - drag my body to the PRECIPICE of Oblivion itself, give me EVERYTHING YOU HAVE until we tumble past its roiling threshold into the gaping, hungry maw of PURE ANNIHILATION! We will face the end TOGETHER, Alexandra… and only then will your final trial be complete.”
*The Lost Cause stands to full height once more, his lips curling into a sadistic and excited grin as his steel-grey eyes glint into the camera.*