Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2021 11:09:00 GMT -5
Siblings...(off-cam)
January 24th - 8:00am
Rivers Residence
Reno, Nevada.
It had been an interesting night at UPRISING’s Revolution 5. Jennifer Rivers had started the show off by answering Michael Marou’s open challenge in her brothers name, and had spent the rest of the evening enjoying the show, while her brother had indulged himself to blow off some steam that had built up since the loss to Legion. She had woken up feeling refreshed and energetic, as with a match for her brother booked at CORONATION, she could get to work on promoting it and him.
She made her way downstairs dressed in nothing but her nightgown, yawning a bit as she traversed the house and started brewing her morning coffee. She was going through the days schedule in her head as she did that, with several business meetings regarding her other endeavours as well as those related to her role as Supreme Machines manager getting sorted out.
“Took you long enough to wake up…” Jenny was startled as she was spoken to. She turned around and saw her brother seated at the table, staring at her. She blinked a few times in surprise. The morning sun was shining through the half-closed blinders and she realized it had been years since she last saw him in daylight, since he preferred to remain in basements and only move at night. His mane was hanging down on his face as usual, but his bare torso was reflecting the sunlight, emphasising the intricate web of scars that ran for the entirety of his body in a way she hadn’t seen them in ages. Quickly she composed herself and went back to preparing her breakfast.
“It’s 8am Tom. This is when I always wake up unless I got other business.” she answered nonchalantly as she cracked a few eggs on the pan. “What got you out of the basement? Finally figured out you wanted to join society after all?” While her demeanour was calm, below the surface was a storm. She was worried about his change in demeanour.
As a response she got a deep chuckle. “No… we figured it was a nice change of pace for us to come to you instead of the other way around…” And suddenly Jenny felt a hand on her shoulder. She yelped as she hadn’t heard him get up and move. As she recoiled the fryingpan in her hands began to fly upwards, only to be stopped by the big man who grabbed it by the side and put it back down on the stove, ignoring the burns in his hand he got from the hot metal. “We wanted to have a little chat Jenny… We didn’t exactly appreciate the things you told about us at Revolution…” his voice was but a growl, right on the ear of Jenny. Jenny had been holding her breath until she felt his hand retract and a moment later heard the telltale sound of a chair being dragged across the floor and assumed he had sat down. She constantly forgot just how soft-footed and agile SuMa was for a man of his size. She finished cooking the eggs and bacon, plated them and trying to steel her nerves, sat down across SuMa from the table, pushing a second plate in front of him.
“Well since you’re here, eat. You need the sustenance. Whether you like it or not” She watched as a smile crept on his mutilated face and he began to chow down the food. “And as far as what I said on Revolution… I needed to find some way to differentiate you from all the other monsters in the business and in the promotion. You are unique to me Tom. But for the people at large you can easily become just another masked monster. You might think you don’t need promoting… but everyone needs it.” Her voice had calmed down and she had slipped into business mode. She had found it was the easiest way to deal with her brother.
SuMa chuckled inbetween bites. “Fair enough Jenny… but we think there might be another way to make us unique to the people… It is one thing to have a monster alone… and another thing to have a monster with another monster by his side…” He gave Jenny a piercing gaze, those pitch black, coal-like eyes drilling right through Jenny, and she found herself averting her eyes.
“Wha… No..” she whispered. She knew exactly what he meant. That conversation she had had with him the previous week. When she spoke of the voice within her. She had feared he’d pick up on it and get set on drawing it out. “No Tom. Don’t even think about it. That part of me is dead and buried. The only monster we need is you.” She whispered.
SuMa let out a manic, shrill chuckle. “Think about it Jenny.. Imagine the destruction we could wreak on UPRISING.. Supreme Machine and the Queen Machine… Power and Speed… nobody could stand in our way! It’s the only way for us siblings to truly unite Jenny… because Tom is GONE… But we… are here.” All thorough the speech he stared at Jenny, enjoying the discomfort he caused at her with his words.
“No Tom… I am not a wrestler anymore. I am your manager. And you are better served in that role by Jennifer Rivers and not Queen Machine. I am your connection to the society. Your spokesperson. The one who takes care of the day to day business that a wrestler needs to do. I can’t do that if I become like you. This is not up for debate Tom… whatever you are angling to get out of me you won’t… That part of me is in the past. For good.” Her voice got a hint of steel in it. Her fear of what lay within superceded her fear of the unpredictable beast seated across her.
“We are patient Jenny… you know that. We can wait. We can wait until you find yourself in a situation where the only way out is to embrace what you are. That is the only way for us to truly reconnect… the only way to wipe out the stain of Stryfe that permeates your every move and every action Jenny… a stain you desperately want to cleanse… But you refuse to admit that simply being on the ringside and watching us run rampant won’t ever cleanse it.” SuMa was toying with her. His every word calculated and intentional. He was goading her. Hitting all the sensitive spots in her psyche.
“NO! THAT WON’T HAPPEN!” Jenny sprang up to her feet and leaped over the table, grabbing SuMa by the hair, yanking his head back and winding up a giant haymaker. SuMa looked at her with a satisfied grin on his face and that was what snapped Jenny out of it just in time before she landed the blow. Her fist hovering a mere inch off the face of the beast who she knew could just throw her aside like a ragdoll at any moment. She took a few deep breaths and stepped back, straightening her robe and speaking. “No Tom. My days in the ring are over. By stepping back in I would just welcome all the ridicule and judgement from those who see me as nothing more than your sister or his ex-wife. As a manager I can make my own way. So no Tom. No matter what you try… I won’t.”
Without speaking a further word, Jenny turned around and quickly made her way up the stairs, leaving SuMa staring after her.
“You can’t crack her…” He spoke to himself, the human side of the man finally speaking up as the beast loosened the reigns. “She’s stronger than you think”
This only elicited a chuckle from him as he finished the food she had prepared and began to make his way back down the stairs into his basement. “She is strong yes...But she will crack eventually. I can see the turmoil beneath the surface. All it takes is a little push at the right time and she will be unleashed…”
“Why? Why do you want that? Why do you want her to be just like us? She is right you know. She is right that she is more useful like this. We don’t need an another monster alongside us. We need someone to take care of business while we focus on the inring action. So why?”
Tom had a hint of confusion in his voice.
“It is not about what we need weakling… it is about what we want… And to force her to admit her true nature will make us stronger than anyone can imagine… More powerful than Legion… or Ironman… or anyone can fathom... “ His voice faded away as he closed the door to the basement. And we hear Jenny gasping. She had remained on the stairway, hidden from view listening in to SuMa talking to himself.
She gathered her wits and went up to her bathroom to start preparing for the day, planning the promo she was going to release regarding SuMa’s match against Ironman Marou. She did her hair and makeup, and after she was done with the base, she glanced at a red liner on the shelf. She had worn it on the package she had submitted for Revolution as a sign of the mist she had received from Legion… but now that she thought about it there was a deeper meaning. When she had been the Queen Machine, she had worn red paint around and below her eyes to give her a more distinct appearance. When she had been recording that package she had painted those same markings on without a second though. She stared herself at the mirror and saw a glint in her own eyes.
“No…” she whispered. “I’m stronger than it.” She hesitated for a moment, and then began to paint those lines under her eyes. Only way she can beat SuMa at his own game was to embrace the things that made the difference… that way it would be harder for him to draw out the darkness within her. Or so she hoped.
Ironman(oncam)
The view opens to the dimly lit basement that we have seen before as the domain of Supreme Machine. And the beast himself is seen standing in the middle of the room with a single spotlight shining down on him. And to his side stands his manager/sister Jennifer Rivers. The lithe woman gets focused by the camera, the bright light causing the intricate markings around her eyes to spring out.
“CORONATION. The culmination of months of buildup and we are finally there. Titlematches. Grudgematches. Rumbles and slugfests. It all comes to ahead on February 6th. And my brother is no different. He has been part of the roster since the beginning, even though he made his first appearance only at Revolution 3. But since day one he has been waiting. Biding his time to make an appearance and leave an unforgettable impression. He finally did it at Revolution 3 and at Revolution 4 he faced his first challenge in Legion.
Now. The fact that he was defeated in his first match should not be taken as a sign of weakness. We all saw on Revolution 5 just how much punishment Legion can take and still remain standing. On his prime, my brother could have easily crushed the considerable resistance Legion was putting up and broken him in that ring. But he is not on his prime. He has spent too long out of the ring. That is what Revolution 4 showed.”
Jenny glances over at SuMa who stands impassively slightly behind her, his gaze fixated at the camera as she continues.
“So when the so called Ironman, Michael Marou made an open challenge at Revolution 5 he felt it was a perfect way to shake off whatever rust remained and to bring his abilities back to where they belong. For Mr. Marou is a quite impressive inring performer, his exploits in UPRISING being on the top 3 easily. Having suffered his only defeat in the hands of Mr. Thunder who is fighting for the top prize of the company come February 6th. Mr. Marou, you are the perfect opponent for my brother at CORONATION
But no matter how you or anyone feels about your abilities Mr. Marou, the fact remains that my brother stands on a level of his own. Had he faced anyone other than Legion in his debut, he would have left whoever it wouldve been lying in the ring in a pool of their own blood. So if you look at his record and think to yourself that you have an easy win because he lost… then you are in for a surprise of a lifetime. See Mr. Marou, my brother is not like any other big man you know. He is not a slow, lumbering beast. No. He is a force of nature, a nigh unstoppable machine hellbent on destruction.”
She smiles and moves back, placing her hand on the arm of her brother, causing him to gaze down to her and slowly cock his head from left to right. Jenny gives him a small pat on the arm and continues.
“Had you been smart, you would have waited for someone else to make an open challenge mr. Marou. Or waited later on the show to make it. Because after my brother took poor Mr. Deuce and dropped him on his head, his lust for violence was momentarily quenched, a fact that probably saved Mr. Idol from a beatdown. He would have also been content enough to ignore the bait you laid our Mr. Marou. But in your arrogant haste, you dug your own grave.
My Brother isn’t a wrestler in the traditional sense Mr. Marou. He won’t be trading headlocks or armdrags with you. No. His strategy of choice is calculating, systematic destruction of his opponent. Once the bell rings, there is nothing you can do Mr. Marou, but try to survive his onslaught. It took someone on the level of Legion to weather the storm that he is and to come out on top. And no offense to you Mr. Marou, you are no Legion. You are but a man. And despite your moniker of choice “Ironman”, you will break before he does.
So Mr. Marou, enjoy the time before CORONATION. Enjoy your house and your relationship. Because after CORONATION you will be stuck in a hospital bed trying to recover from the injuries inflicted by a rampaging monster with a chip on his shoulder and a point to prove. And this time there won’t be no drywalls or non-wrestlers for you to push around. At CORONATION Mr. Marou, you will be in a fight for your life.”
After saying this, Jenny steps out of the light, leaving SuMa as the sole focus of the camera. The monster stares from under the veil of messy hair that obscures his face somewhat and begins to speak in a low growl.
“Ironman.. A name carrying meaning for durability and invulnerability… It will be a pleasure to break you into pieces… Such arrogance and such hubris… We are not someone who merely banters back and forth in social media… we are not someone who merely postures around and fails to deliver on their words… We are not just another man on a mission Ironman… We are destruction personified. We are pain and suffering made flesh. There is nothing you can do to us that we have not already done to ourselves a thousand times over. We will take you Ironman and we will push you beyond your limits. It is inevitable. At CORONATION Ironman… we will leave you for scrap… For we are Supreme Machine… and you have crossed our path.”
And just like that, the camera zoom in to his face and fades to black, with his eyes being the last thing visible on the screen.
January 24th - 8:00am
Rivers Residence
Reno, Nevada.
It had been an interesting night at UPRISING’s Revolution 5. Jennifer Rivers had started the show off by answering Michael Marou’s open challenge in her brothers name, and had spent the rest of the evening enjoying the show, while her brother had indulged himself to blow off some steam that had built up since the loss to Legion. She had woken up feeling refreshed and energetic, as with a match for her brother booked at CORONATION, she could get to work on promoting it and him.
She made her way downstairs dressed in nothing but her nightgown, yawning a bit as she traversed the house and started brewing her morning coffee. She was going through the days schedule in her head as she did that, with several business meetings regarding her other endeavours as well as those related to her role as Supreme Machines manager getting sorted out.
“Took you long enough to wake up…” Jenny was startled as she was spoken to. She turned around and saw her brother seated at the table, staring at her. She blinked a few times in surprise. The morning sun was shining through the half-closed blinders and she realized it had been years since she last saw him in daylight, since he preferred to remain in basements and only move at night. His mane was hanging down on his face as usual, but his bare torso was reflecting the sunlight, emphasising the intricate web of scars that ran for the entirety of his body in a way she hadn’t seen them in ages. Quickly she composed herself and went back to preparing her breakfast.
“It’s 8am Tom. This is when I always wake up unless I got other business.” she answered nonchalantly as she cracked a few eggs on the pan. “What got you out of the basement? Finally figured out you wanted to join society after all?” While her demeanour was calm, below the surface was a storm. She was worried about his change in demeanour.
As a response she got a deep chuckle. “No… we figured it was a nice change of pace for us to come to you instead of the other way around…” And suddenly Jenny felt a hand on her shoulder. She yelped as she hadn’t heard him get up and move. As she recoiled the fryingpan in her hands began to fly upwards, only to be stopped by the big man who grabbed it by the side and put it back down on the stove, ignoring the burns in his hand he got from the hot metal. “We wanted to have a little chat Jenny… We didn’t exactly appreciate the things you told about us at Revolution…” his voice was but a growl, right on the ear of Jenny. Jenny had been holding her breath until she felt his hand retract and a moment later heard the telltale sound of a chair being dragged across the floor and assumed he had sat down. She constantly forgot just how soft-footed and agile SuMa was for a man of his size. She finished cooking the eggs and bacon, plated them and trying to steel her nerves, sat down across SuMa from the table, pushing a second plate in front of him.
“Well since you’re here, eat. You need the sustenance. Whether you like it or not” She watched as a smile crept on his mutilated face and he began to chow down the food. “And as far as what I said on Revolution… I needed to find some way to differentiate you from all the other monsters in the business and in the promotion. You are unique to me Tom. But for the people at large you can easily become just another masked monster. You might think you don’t need promoting… but everyone needs it.” Her voice had calmed down and she had slipped into business mode. She had found it was the easiest way to deal with her brother.
SuMa chuckled inbetween bites. “Fair enough Jenny… but we think there might be another way to make us unique to the people… It is one thing to have a monster alone… and another thing to have a monster with another monster by his side…” He gave Jenny a piercing gaze, those pitch black, coal-like eyes drilling right through Jenny, and she found herself averting her eyes.
“Wha… No..” she whispered. She knew exactly what he meant. That conversation she had had with him the previous week. When she spoke of the voice within her. She had feared he’d pick up on it and get set on drawing it out. “No Tom. Don’t even think about it. That part of me is dead and buried. The only monster we need is you.” She whispered.
SuMa let out a manic, shrill chuckle. “Think about it Jenny.. Imagine the destruction we could wreak on UPRISING.. Supreme Machine and the Queen Machine… Power and Speed… nobody could stand in our way! It’s the only way for us siblings to truly unite Jenny… because Tom is GONE… But we… are here.” All thorough the speech he stared at Jenny, enjoying the discomfort he caused at her with his words.
“No Tom… I am not a wrestler anymore. I am your manager. And you are better served in that role by Jennifer Rivers and not Queen Machine. I am your connection to the society. Your spokesperson. The one who takes care of the day to day business that a wrestler needs to do. I can’t do that if I become like you. This is not up for debate Tom… whatever you are angling to get out of me you won’t… That part of me is in the past. For good.” Her voice got a hint of steel in it. Her fear of what lay within superceded her fear of the unpredictable beast seated across her.
“We are patient Jenny… you know that. We can wait. We can wait until you find yourself in a situation where the only way out is to embrace what you are. That is the only way for us to truly reconnect… the only way to wipe out the stain of Stryfe that permeates your every move and every action Jenny… a stain you desperately want to cleanse… But you refuse to admit that simply being on the ringside and watching us run rampant won’t ever cleanse it.” SuMa was toying with her. His every word calculated and intentional. He was goading her. Hitting all the sensitive spots in her psyche.
“NO! THAT WON’T HAPPEN!” Jenny sprang up to her feet and leaped over the table, grabbing SuMa by the hair, yanking his head back and winding up a giant haymaker. SuMa looked at her with a satisfied grin on his face and that was what snapped Jenny out of it just in time before she landed the blow. Her fist hovering a mere inch off the face of the beast who she knew could just throw her aside like a ragdoll at any moment. She took a few deep breaths and stepped back, straightening her robe and speaking. “No Tom. My days in the ring are over. By stepping back in I would just welcome all the ridicule and judgement from those who see me as nothing more than your sister or his ex-wife. As a manager I can make my own way. So no Tom. No matter what you try… I won’t.”
Without speaking a further word, Jenny turned around and quickly made her way up the stairs, leaving SuMa staring after her.
“You can’t crack her…” He spoke to himself, the human side of the man finally speaking up as the beast loosened the reigns. “She’s stronger than you think”
This only elicited a chuckle from him as he finished the food she had prepared and began to make his way back down the stairs into his basement. “She is strong yes...But she will crack eventually. I can see the turmoil beneath the surface. All it takes is a little push at the right time and she will be unleashed…”
“Why? Why do you want that? Why do you want her to be just like us? She is right you know. She is right that she is more useful like this. We don’t need an another monster alongside us. We need someone to take care of business while we focus on the inring action. So why?”
Tom had a hint of confusion in his voice.
“It is not about what we need weakling… it is about what we want… And to force her to admit her true nature will make us stronger than anyone can imagine… More powerful than Legion… or Ironman… or anyone can fathom... “ His voice faded away as he closed the door to the basement. And we hear Jenny gasping. She had remained on the stairway, hidden from view listening in to SuMa talking to himself.
She gathered her wits and went up to her bathroom to start preparing for the day, planning the promo she was going to release regarding SuMa’s match against Ironman Marou. She did her hair and makeup, and after she was done with the base, she glanced at a red liner on the shelf. She had worn it on the package she had submitted for Revolution as a sign of the mist she had received from Legion… but now that she thought about it there was a deeper meaning. When she had been the Queen Machine, she had worn red paint around and below her eyes to give her a more distinct appearance. When she had been recording that package she had painted those same markings on without a second though. She stared herself at the mirror and saw a glint in her own eyes.
“No…” she whispered. “I’m stronger than it.” She hesitated for a moment, and then began to paint those lines under her eyes. Only way she can beat SuMa at his own game was to embrace the things that made the difference… that way it would be harder for him to draw out the darkness within her. Or so she hoped.
Ironman(oncam)
The view opens to the dimly lit basement that we have seen before as the domain of Supreme Machine. And the beast himself is seen standing in the middle of the room with a single spotlight shining down on him. And to his side stands his manager/sister Jennifer Rivers. The lithe woman gets focused by the camera, the bright light causing the intricate markings around her eyes to spring out.
“CORONATION. The culmination of months of buildup and we are finally there. Titlematches. Grudgematches. Rumbles and slugfests. It all comes to ahead on February 6th. And my brother is no different. He has been part of the roster since the beginning, even though he made his first appearance only at Revolution 3. But since day one he has been waiting. Biding his time to make an appearance and leave an unforgettable impression. He finally did it at Revolution 3 and at Revolution 4 he faced his first challenge in Legion.
Now. The fact that he was defeated in his first match should not be taken as a sign of weakness. We all saw on Revolution 5 just how much punishment Legion can take and still remain standing. On his prime, my brother could have easily crushed the considerable resistance Legion was putting up and broken him in that ring. But he is not on his prime. He has spent too long out of the ring. That is what Revolution 4 showed.”
Jenny glances over at SuMa who stands impassively slightly behind her, his gaze fixated at the camera as she continues.
“So when the so called Ironman, Michael Marou made an open challenge at Revolution 5 he felt it was a perfect way to shake off whatever rust remained and to bring his abilities back to where they belong. For Mr. Marou is a quite impressive inring performer, his exploits in UPRISING being on the top 3 easily. Having suffered his only defeat in the hands of Mr. Thunder who is fighting for the top prize of the company come February 6th. Mr. Marou, you are the perfect opponent for my brother at CORONATION
But no matter how you or anyone feels about your abilities Mr. Marou, the fact remains that my brother stands on a level of his own. Had he faced anyone other than Legion in his debut, he would have left whoever it wouldve been lying in the ring in a pool of their own blood. So if you look at his record and think to yourself that you have an easy win because he lost… then you are in for a surprise of a lifetime. See Mr. Marou, my brother is not like any other big man you know. He is not a slow, lumbering beast. No. He is a force of nature, a nigh unstoppable machine hellbent on destruction.”
She smiles and moves back, placing her hand on the arm of her brother, causing him to gaze down to her and slowly cock his head from left to right. Jenny gives him a small pat on the arm and continues.
“Had you been smart, you would have waited for someone else to make an open challenge mr. Marou. Or waited later on the show to make it. Because after my brother took poor Mr. Deuce and dropped him on his head, his lust for violence was momentarily quenched, a fact that probably saved Mr. Idol from a beatdown. He would have also been content enough to ignore the bait you laid our Mr. Marou. But in your arrogant haste, you dug your own grave.
My Brother isn’t a wrestler in the traditional sense Mr. Marou. He won’t be trading headlocks or armdrags with you. No. His strategy of choice is calculating, systematic destruction of his opponent. Once the bell rings, there is nothing you can do Mr. Marou, but try to survive his onslaught. It took someone on the level of Legion to weather the storm that he is and to come out on top. And no offense to you Mr. Marou, you are no Legion. You are but a man. And despite your moniker of choice “Ironman”, you will break before he does.
So Mr. Marou, enjoy the time before CORONATION. Enjoy your house and your relationship. Because after CORONATION you will be stuck in a hospital bed trying to recover from the injuries inflicted by a rampaging monster with a chip on his shoulder and a point to prove. And this time there won’t be no drywalls or non-wrestlers for you to push around. At CORONATION Mr. Marou, you will be in a fight for your life.”
After saying this, Jenny steps out of the light, leaving SuMa as the sole focus of the camera. The monster stares from under the veil of messy hair that obscures his face somewhat and begins to speak in a low growl.
“Ironman.. A name carrying meaning for durability and invulnerability… It will be a pleasure to break you into pieces… Such arrogance and such hubris… We are not someone who merely banters back and forth in social media… we are not someone who merely postures around and fails to deliver on their words… We are not just another man on a mission Ironman… We are destruction personified. We are pain and suffering made flesh. There is nothing you can do to us that we have not already done to ourselves a thousand times over. We will take you Ironman and we will push you beyond your limits. It is inevitable. At CORONATION Ironman… we will leave you for scrap… For we are Supreme Machine… and you have crossed our path.”
And just like that, the camera zoom in to his face and fades to black, with his eyes being the last thing visible on the screen.