Post by DorianRhodes on Mar 27, 2021 0:05:39 GMT -5
"Rhodes in Crown Prince of HorrorCore"
“Dorian, I’m coming for you!” ~ Amelia Hearts
My girl Amelia spent this past Sin manufacturing her own personnel narrative when it comes to Dorian Rhodes.
If you listen closely you can hear the trepidation in Amelia’s words. It’s the foreboding and prognostication in which she speaks. Women have an innate ability that most men cannot understand. They call it women’s intuition and Amelia Hearts is failing to heed her own internal apprehension.
Amelia doesn’t understand the brutal savagery and depths of atrocity that has to be unleashed. Not only to become the HorrorCore Champion but to remain the HorrorCore Champion.
The expectations of The Promethean dwell in a realm that she can’t comprehend. When this industry demands brutality Dorian Rhodes becomes the barbarian that's needed. When the audience demands blood Dorian Rhodes bathes in the crimson.
If you listen closely you can hear the trepidation in Amelia’s words. It’s the foreboding and prognostication in which she speaks. Women have an innate ability that most men cannot understand. They call it women’s intuition and Amelia Hearts is failing to heed her own internal apprehension.
Amelia doesn’t understand the brutal savagery and depths of atrocity that has to be unleashed. Not only to become the HorrorCore Champion but to remain the HorrorCore Champion.
The expectations of The Promethean dwell in a realm that she can’t comprehend. When this industry demands brutality Dorian Rhodes becomes the barbarian that's needed. When the audience demands blood Dorian Rhodes bathes in the crimson.
A plain white envelope and an invitation sits upon a freshly polished wooden desk. The handwritten message begins with a simple phrase.
You are cordially invited.
As the invitation is picked up it’s revealed that it’s not yet dried. The red lettering begins to smear and run with a realization that becomes apparent.
It’s written in blood.
Dorian Rhodes places the HorrorCore Championship upon the desk and takes up the invitation. A sadistic smile crosses his face and an evil laugh escapes from within.
“You’ve been invited Amelia to my playhouse of fun where the rules are mine and the anguish and suffering comes to us both. They say you can’t play with fire and expect not to get burned. I’m the kind of guy who burns his own house down Amelia but we’ll both be engulfed by the flames.
I don’t play in probability or chance. I stack the deck in favor of myself and against my opponents. You weren’t chosen on a whim Amelia. I have been planning and plotting before Christmas Chaos had ever even taken place.”
The Prince of HorrorCore flicks the invitation towards the camera.
“I foretold the future twice now my dear. The first was when I sent a warning to all of Revolution that a war was coming. That day is here and the Left Hand army has revealed itself. It grows in strength as the weakness of a Revolution will be revealed.
The second was when I told everyone that I would become the HorrorCore Champion. It wasn’t arrogance. It wasn’t ego. It was confidence my dear Amelia.”
Dorian Rhodes picks up the HorrorCore Championship with one hand and paces his right upon the Championship gold.
“This is the first Championship of my young career and I’m not ready to give it up just yet. I had envisioned myself as the best HorrorCore Champion and as those days of me becoming the longest reigning in it’s history have past. I now envision myself holding onto this title until I decide to relinquish it for Revolutions World Championship.
Oh, but first I must dispatch of you and your self entitled ideology. You don’t deserve this anymore than you deserved the repeat opportunity at winning it. What have you done to deserve this shot Amelia? I’ll answer that for you my dear; nothing. You’ve done nothing to deserve this opportunity nor this Championship. You were however invited by the Champion himself.”
The Promethean lowers the Championship title and lays it upon the desk. He reaches behind his back and pulls a mask up and over his head. The depiction of which is the same from this past Sin, Jason Voorhees.
“Amelia, I was born for the horror crusade in which you find yourself. I was bred for The Ides as the name itself depicts the divide between Promethean Champion and you; the beauty playing the victim. I chose you Amelia and you ran right into my personnel invitation that I sent. You accepted with proverbial words of denial. What was it you said? I don’t want to be handed anything.
But you did didn’t you. You just couldn’t say that out loud because you have an image to protect. Amelia is the definitive definition of a walking contradiction. She’ll tell everyone that she’s been chasing me and the HorrorCore Championship. Then she’ll turn around and say that I handed her the Championship opportunity.
Which is it Amelia? The answer is obvious to us all.”
The mask hides his face but not the laugh coming from behind it.
“In order to encapsulate what lays ahead for Dorian Rhodes and Amelia Hearts. You have to first give credence to the idea that a new era of violence has come to Revolution. A violence that not even Madman Szalinski himself could have envisioned.
Amelia you’re dismay and astonishment will give way to an intense aversion and repugnance of horror. It will be repulsive to those witnessing. With violence that can only be shown on PPV and will be pixelated in any future iteration. It will never be capable of being viewed in full context ever again.
We’re going to be the modern day Hollywood horror show Amelia.”
Dorian Rhodes lifts the mask covering his face and drops it to the floor below. He picks the HorrorCore Championship from the desk and draps it methodically over his shoulder. His opposite hand strokes the gold adorning the leather strap.
“Don’t let the mask fool you Amelia. I’m no Hollywood creation and there will be no orchestra playing creepy music. There will be no special effects. The blood and the violence will be all too real.
I’m the Crown Prince of HorrorCore and you’re a damsel in distress. There will be no knight in shinning armor to save you.
I live and strive in a kingdom which most cannot even keep their eyes affixed upon. You can call it sadism or cruelty. I call it a remorseless perversion that I savor.
It’s a delicacy and Amelia Hearts is only a guest at the table.”
There is no rolling credits only the silence of the parting words.
"Goodnight"