2014.06.28: PWN - LEGACY - And thus, I am thee..
CARSON, CALIFORNIA - June 28th, 2014
Since Friday the 20th, the awful, terrible being that was Christian Othniel had fallen silent. Despite a few tweets here and there, he fell off the face of the Earth when he failed to register a win against Bobby Langford and Brandon Marks- which set his 'purge' back a few steps. Along side the woman he formed a association with- Ruby Red, or.. The Crimson Queen as he refers to her as, Othniel's attitude hasn't changed and his focus remains the same. Despite not managing to secure a victory due to Brandon Marks' inability to do anything remotely productive, Christian didn't let his eyes move from the prize. With the shot opening up near an empty bench somewhere, possibly in Carson- a few footsteps through the darkness sounded, rocks kicked beneath the feet as it neared. After a few crunches from dead leaves sitting around, the footsteps lead to a shot of a whole body- The of 'The Ultra' Christian Othniel. Per usual, Othniel had deep bags beneath his eyes, his tattooed arms was covered by a set of thermal sleeves and of course his trademark, black and grey camouflage pants that fell over black and grey Nikes was seen. With a exhale, Christian took a seat on the bench and spread both arms out over the bench.
"So Bobby lived up to his word and I failed to live up mine, unfortunate, isn't it?"
Othniel's words early on was dripping with sarcasm as he fought back a smirk.
"Bobby beat Brandon Marks, he never beat Christian Othniel. On the other hand.. Christian Othniel gave Bobby Langford a beating he won't forget when he let his guard down. Did you appreciate that Langford? Did you like being made out to be a complete BITCH in front of the same people you try so hard to inspire? I enjoyed it, I loved having my fist.."
Holding his clenched right fist up to the side of his face, he admired by turning his head and looking at it, all as he let his fingers go and wiggled them.
".. smashing across the side of your face and head, the impact made me smile and see that despite the fact I didn't get a victory, I earned a moral victory. I know they say 'moral victories are for minor league coaches' but when I'm dealing with minor league talent, I'll take what I can get."
That backhanded comment aimed in Bobby's direction would find it's mark, that smug look spread over Othniel's face assured that.
"So while you're off inspiring the world and making it a better place, I'll be here, continuing to detest it. You've made it easy on me to hate where I'm at Bobby, I can't stand your positive outlook and I can't stand the fact that to this day, the one opportunity I was given I didn't manage to secure a win and take bragging rights over you. Instead of being able to rub your face in the fact that I beat you, I'm here in quite the conundrum where I neither win.. nor loss. Do I strike claim in the fact that you didn't pin me? That's a victory, isn't it? The fact that you're unable to preach to your personal choir how you silenced the devil and put a stop to how I live my life.."
With a slow extension of his <now> clenched fists, he let the cameras read the ink across his knuckles, as he continued.
".. but you can't. There's no such thing as a half-win in professional wrestling, it's either you win or you don't. Or.. I could be looking at this situation as the pessimist I am, and see that I didn't pin you- I didn't pin Brandon Marks which in my book, technically makes me a loser. Unlike you, I find pride in the title of being a loser, I embrace that. I use that as fuel to want to eliminate the winners- the supremes, the people who look down on me and the people who think like me. So maybe it's right to title myself a failure at the moment because that'll make the end-result of my purge so much sweeter. Like biting into a ripe strawberry on a hot summer day, juicy.. full of flavor and simply refreshing. That's how I see the situation at hand, the taste of defeat isn't bitter, it's delicious. I love it.. I love it so much that I want you to try again because the taste of victory must be SO much better.. especially when it's a victory over you. You've made it clear that there's only option available at my disposal-"
Making sure to hold his index finger up, he kept it in position as he nodded his head.
".. I need to hurt you. I was weighing what needed to be done about you Bobby, on one hand I felt that having an empty preacher around would force people to see that their savior- their prophet, their hero was a fraud.. and I would enjoy exposing him as such. But you've made it abundantly clear that you're going to make this difficult on me, so I can't chance leaving you around. I may love the taste of defeat the last time around but next time, I want victory. I don't want to bite into a strawberry flavored lost, next time I wanna munch on chocolate flavored victory, and I'm going to slake my hunger and it'll come at your expense."
Imagine a grin crossed over an individual's face that made you instantly want to punch that person square in the face, that's the look that Othniel proudly wore at the moment. The thought of him defeating Bobby Langford had gone from fascination- to obsession and he was loving it. Since his debut in LEGACY, his cunning mannerisms, his cut-throat approach to breaking people's psyche, Christian Othniel has surpassed an ordinary villain. Instead, he was something more than that, he had evolved into a mega-evil.. or rather, an ULTRA-EVIL. It was a dangerous fact for Bobby Langford because while Christian Othniel knew no limits to get what he wanted, it was a different beast when he was actually driven to do something- and it seems that he's got Langford dead-center in his aim.
"Enjoy your brief run with success, keep trying to play psycho-analyzer Langford. Tell people how they're wrong because they don't see things YOUR way, keep up that self-righteous act that I guarantee will be your downfall sooner or later because I'm waiting.. I'll be watching, waiting- all for the right opportunity to make ANOTHER example out of you. You didn't slow anything down Bobby, my purge will continue and you're looking more and more likely to be it's most pressing, early candidate. Believe me.."
Christian let off a chuckle as he leaned forward and cupped his hands together in front of him.
".. you're going to get hurt Bobby. The Ultra and Crimson Queen will sit upon a throne made of broken bones, skulls and rib-cages. Rivers of blood from the purge will separate our kingdom from the common-land, and then Bobby- you can have your people. You can preach to the those who see you as their inspiration and savior, all as the Queen and I forge a crimson laced kingdom, one that we'll build off of the backs and unwilling sacrifices that YOUR people will make because they'll eventually see you're an empty prophet. Your positive, smiley- optimism is gonna fall through, you can't lie to the people forever. And when it comes to be- when it all comes crashing down- when YOUR way, Bobby Langford, is shown to be a hollow facade, what YOU call wrong will be the only way to go.. that of course.. being the only approach to take- the one way to go.."
A smile cued the fists to clench, all as Othniel brought both hands up and pointed them in the direction of the camera. Zooming in to get a close-up view of Othniel's inked hands-- the way that Othniel spoke of, the way he lived his life was as clear of day- it wasn't because CO had it tattooed on his hands and held it in front of a camera every opportunity he had, but rather because each time he presented himself, whenever he had the chance to SHOW what he was about and what he did- it all became clear to the masses, that one and only way CO obliged by- the way that Christian Othniel lived was true, at least to him, that 'way' of course being..
