Heartless (Lethal Hearts 2; Specialists Championship Match) Mar 29, 2020 2:38:34 GMT
Post by thekyliemonroe on Mar 29, 2020 2:38:34 GMT
I never fail, I never fuck things up.
*The opening scene begins within the streets of Glasgow, the streets emptied as the nearby church bells ring for four in the morning. The rain has died down a little, leaving small puddles around the streets. Kylie is seen wearing long black leather boots, black jeans and a white crop top all underneath a leather jacket with silver spikes sticking out from the shoulders. Upon the back of the jacket are the words “KYLIE FUCKIN’ MONROE” designed in a blood-red colour. She finds herself near The SSE Hydro, a popular arena within Glasgow with its bright green lights shining the night sky above.*
It’s been a long time coming, Revy, it’s been a very fuckin’ long time coming. Over the last few months or so, I’ve been laying dominant throughout everyone in the LAW Locker Room. I’ve defeated many, I’ve defeated all that have stepped up. I’ve watched the people I’ve beaten’s eyes flash once they got their head kicked right off. I’ve been running through everyone and anyone, and now, it’s time for you to face the music, Revy. Look at my record, Revy. Undefeated in Singles action, I’m unpinned and unsubmitted… I AM UNTOUCHABLE! The only time I actually lost a match? You made me get counted out along with you, and then my team fucking lost. That’s the whole thing about this, there’s no denying of me becoming LAW Specialists Champion at Lethal Hearts, it’s what I’ve been chasing since June for.
*Kylie looks to the camera, a devilish smile to her face.*
What about you, Revy? You’ve been defending that title a lot, most of the time with some helping hands from your twin, Moongoose. How’s he doing, Revy? He’s got a match at Final Destination against Kenny Drake… I see a lot of myself in Kenny Drake. Could say our matches are very similar. But this time, Revy, there isn’t going to be any help. Nobody can save you from what’s to come, nobody can save you when you step into the ring with me at Lethal Hearts. You want to know why? Because I’m going to fuckin’ murder you. Very simple, and sometimes, very quick.
*Kylie taps on the side of her head with that same devious smile from before.*
This is a Scottish Death Match, after all, this is just my treat. This is like my own playground and will be your nightmare. But you’re treating this as a joke! To you, Revy, it’s all about Scottish puns and stereotyping all for you to have your own chuckle. Let me ask you, Revy, what the fuck have you been drinking? Sure as fuck ain’t been Buckfast, aye? If so, six pints of it would really fuck you up badly. Do you hate me? Do you despise me? Do you want to know how I feel about you? I hate you the same way you hate me, I despise you the same way you hate me… Maybe even more, maybe I want to go a little bit further than that. Actually… Revy, I want to fuckin’ kill you. I want to stomp your fuckin’ wee head to the earth. I want to fuckin’ leave you on the mat in a pool of your own blood.
*Kylie chuckles at her own remarks to her opponent, picturing the bloodshed that’s about to happen in a few days.*
Revy, you hold that Lethal Specialists Championship very very close to you but there comes a time when the top of that mountain falls and crumbles at her own feet. This example, Revy, is you. You’re too focused on the stereotypes and the jokes of Scotland you’d find on Google. Bringing up Haggis… bagpipes… alcohol… Braveheart… and sheep shagging? Come on, Revy, be a bit more original… Then again, you are just like your twin so originality was never in your bloodline. Drink as much as you want, Revy, because what you’re going to experience in a deathmatch is far from what you may think. I’m going to put you through intensive pain, a pain you’d wish would go away quicker, and alcohol won’t clear up those wounds, Revy. I promise you they won’t fuckin’ heal you.
*Kylie turns back around to show the back of her jacket, showing the same words from before… “Kylie Fuckin’ Monroe”.*
Remember that name, Revy, it’s the name that’s going to put you down for good.
*Kylie turns back around to face the camera.*
It’s the name that’ll drag you through hell and back. It’s the name that’ll be etched onto the Lethal Specialist Championship after Lethal Hearts comes to a close. It’s the name that’ll ring out as they announce me as the winner of our match. Revy, I’m going to become Specialist Champion and the Era of Kylie Monroe…
*Kylie begins to slightly smirk, a look in her eyes as if excited. She bites into her lip, keeping that smirk on her face.*
*With that last word, Kylie walks out of the camera shot and the scene fades out to black.*