Post by Deleted on Jun 30, 2021 5:22:07 GMT -5
A new challenger... (offcam)
There was silence in the basement of the Rivers Residence in Reno, Nevada. It’s occupant, the masked monster known as Supreme Machine was hunched over in the corner of the room, slowly rocking back and forth. The wounds he had sustained in his battle with Matthew Knox at Solstice still fresh on his skin, more scars to join the intricate web that already covered every inch of his flesh.
Inside his head, a discussion raged. “We are not fully recovered yet… She chose an opportune time to strike at us…” The one in control, the beast spoke, his sights already set on the next challenge.
“She couldn’t have known. She wasn’t here to witness it.” Tom responded from deep within their mind. He had momentarily gotten control after the tolls of the Monsters Ball, but the beast had reclaimed it with a vengeance. And some of their current injuries had been caused by the beast, punishing Tom for his transgression.
“Yet she honed right into us. She knew. And she chose to take advantage… A peculiar specimen she is.” The beast wondered, referencing the post-match brawl he had engaged on with an UPRISING newcomer, Ursula von Rossbach. “It is rare for us to be physically challenged…”
“Are you sure we should pursue that fight? We are still far from 100%. Knox did a number on us physically… and that revelation… mentally. We need to rest. We need to recuperate. Even you must see it.” Tom chided the beast, knowing full well he was treading on dangerous waters.
The reaction to those words was sudden and violent. SuMa leaped to his feet and charged shoulder first against the concrete wall, throwing his body at it with reckless abandon. A sickening crunch echoed in the room as flesh and bone met stone. But that was the only sound. The man let out nothing. Not even the slightest peep. Atleast on the outside. On the inside, Tom screamed in agony. The man hunched back down, casually popping his shoulder back into its socket with an almost casual motion.
“Know your place weakling…” the beast muttered. SuMa had a long history of self-abuse. Many of the scars that crisscross his skin were self-inflicted. As even though the beast was able to block out the physical sensation of pain, Tom felt it a hundredfold. Every time the beast hurled their body into harms way in it’s quest of destruction, the man within wailed in torture. The beast seemingly extracted perverse pleasure from the hell it was able to subject Tom to.
Moments passed as Tom tried to recover from the pain. Finally he managed to get a hold of himself enough to continue. “You can hurt me all you want… You know I speak the truth. You are risking much, seeking conflict with her. She is unlike anyone we have met before… physically speaking. You felt her blows just as much as I did. There is strength there. Strength that matches yours. ours. “
The beast growled low. It hated to admit Tom was right. “We have time… We have a feeling this us but the first encounter… but there was something in her. Something we know you felt as well. A kinship. There is darkness within her. She struggles with it. That must be dragged to the surface. There is more than meets the eye in the Terminator... “
“Is that really wise? You wanted to drag whatever darkness existed within Knox to the surface. He nearly killed us. He was willing to die to finish the job on us. I know you don’t care about injuries… but that woman… she might have the means to end our existence…” Tom spoke softly. He was still treading dangerous waters, but from the decade plus he had spent forcibly co-existing with the beast… he had learned the few things that could be used, the few buttons that could be pushed to make it back down. Make it listen to reason. “Are you willing to risk that?”
“You are afraid…” the beast responded, chuckling menacingly. “Afraid enough to push us… interesting... “
“That was not an answer.” Tom knew he had gotten through, so he kept pushing. He needed it to say it. Acknowledge it. “Of course I am afraid. I don’t want to die.”
“Maybe death would be a relief for you…” The beast kept on dodging, deflecting the conversation.
But Tom wouldn’t let up. “Be that as it may… you do not want to die either. For once in your damn miserable life ADMIT IT”
An animalistic roar emanated from the man as he began to beat himself in the face, ferocious blows landing on the scarred flesh, one after another. “YOU. DO. NOT. HAVE. THE. RIGHT. TO. QUESTION. US.!”
Despite feeling every blow, Tom refused to relent. “You are only weakening yourself!”
With a growl, the beast stopped beating himself, heavy breaths echoing from the concrete walls. There was a silence. A long silence until the beast spoke out. “Then what do you suggest we do, weakling?” that was the closest the beast would ever come to a concession, hiding it’s agreement in venomous mockery.
“Speak to her. Gauge her. See what she is about. Then fight her. Measure her. Do not escalate. Wait.” Tom quickly rattled off, not wishing to waste the headway he had made.
Another long silence followed as the beast thought it over. Finally, one word rang in the darkness. “Agreed”
There was silence in the basement of the Rivers Residence in Reno, Nevada. It’s occupant, the masked monster known as Supreme Machine was hunched over in the corner of the room, slowly rocking back and forth. The wounds he had sustained in his battle with Matthew Knox at Solstice still fresh on his skin, more scars to join the intricate web that already covered every inch of his flesh.
Inside his head, a discussion raged. “We are not fully recovered yet… She chose an opportune time to strike at us…” The one in control, the beast spoke, his sights already set on the next challenge.
“She couldn’t have known. She wasn’t here to witness it.” Tom responded from deep within their mind. He had momentarily gotten control after the tolls of the Monsters Ball, but the beast had reclaimed it with a vengeance. And some of their current injuries had been caused by the beast, punishing Tom for his transgression.
“Yet she honed right into us. She knew. And she chose to take advantage… A peculiar specimen she is.” The beast wondered, referencing the post-match brawl he had engaged on with an UPRISING newcomer, Ursula von Rossbach. “It is rare for us to be physically challenged…”
“Are you sure we should pursue that fight? We are still far from 100%. Knox did a number on us physically… and that revelation… mentally. We need to rest. We need to recuperate. Even you must see it.” Tom chided the beast, knowing full well he was treading on dangerous waters.
The reaction to those words was sudden and violent. SuMa leaped to his feet and charged shoulder first against the concrete wall, throwing his body at it with reckless abandon. A sickening crunch echoed in the room as flesh and bone met stone. But that was the only sound. The man let out nothing. Not even the slightest peep. Atleast on the outside. On the inside, Tom screamed in agony. The man hunched back down, casually popping his shoulder back into its socket with an almost casual motion.
“Know your place weakling…” the beast muttered. SuMa had a long history of self-abuse. Many of the scars that crisscross his skin were self-inflicted. As even though the beast was able to block out the physical sensation of pain, Tom felt it a hundredfold. Every time the beast hurled their body into harms way in it’s quest of destruction, the man within wailed in torture. The beast seemingly extracted perverse pleasure from the hell it was able to subject Tom to.
Moments passed as Tom tried to recover from the pain. Finally he managed to get a hold of himself enough to continue. “You can hurt me all you want… You know I speak the truth. You are risking much, seeking conflict with her. She is unlike anyone we have met before… physically speaking. You felt her blows just as much as I did. There is strength there. Strength that matches yours. ours. “
The beast growled low. It hated to admit Tom was right. “We have time… We have a feeling this us but the first encounter… but there was something in her. Something we know you felt as well. A kinship. There is darkness within her. She struggles with it. That must be dragged to the surface. There is more than meets the eye in the Terminator... “
“Is that really wise? You wanted to drag whatever darkness existed within Knox to the surface. He nearly killed us. He was willing to die to finish the job on us. I know you don’t care about injuries… but that woman… she might have the means to end our existence…” Tom spoke softly. He was still treading dangerous waters, but from the decade plus he had spent forcibly co-existing with the beast… he had learned the few things that could be used, the few buttons that could be pushed to make it back down. Make it listen to reason. “Are you willing to risk that?”
“You are afraid…” the beast responded, chuckling menacingly. “Afraid enough to push us… interesting... “
“That was not an answer.” Tom knew he had gotten through, so he kept pushing. He needed it to say it. Acknowledge it. “Of course I am afraid. I don’t want to die.”
“Maybe death would be a relief for you…” The beast kept on dodging, deflecting the conversation.
But Tom wouldn’t let up. “Be that as it may… you do not want to die either. For once in your damn miserable life ADMIT IT”
An animalistic roar emanated from the man as he began to beat himself in the face, ferocious blows landing on the scarred flesh, one after another. “YOU. DO. NOT. HAVE. THE. RIGHT. TO. QUESTION. US.!”
Despite feeling every blow, Tom refused to relent. “You are only weakening yourself!”
With a growl, the beast stopped beating himself, heavy breaths echoing from the concrete walls. There was a silence. A long silence until the beast spoke out. “Then what do you suggest we do, weakling?” that was the closest the beast would ever come to a concession, hiding it’s agreement in venomous mockery.
“Speak to her. Gauge her. See what she is about. Then fight her. Measure her. Do not escalate. Wait.” Tom quickly rattled off, not wishing to waste the headway he had made.
Another long silence followed as the beast thought it over. Finally, one word rang in the darkness. “Agreed”