Post by Gabriel Baal on May 27, 2017 19:07:49 GMT -5
"Hey! Gabriel!"
Eden calls after Gabriel as he walked down the corridor.
"She’s shouting you." Said Daniel. "Gabriel. Eden is shouting you."
"Gabriel!"
"I mean – she doesn’t look like she’s going to give up." Added Gabe."She’s somewhat persistant."
Finally, Gabriel slows, allowing Eden to catch up.
"Hey- what the hell was that all about?!" She asks as she nears him.
" "Sorry?" Asked Gabriel with a bored look upon his face.
Eden gives him a disgusted look.
"Don't start this crap, you know exactly what I mean, that--" she gestures back toward where the ring is, "-- out there. With Mathis."
"It would appear that she’s less than enamoured with your assistance, Gabriel." Said Gabe "Whatever will you do?"
He smiled.
"I believe you were victorious - unless the rules have changed, recently."
"Don't play coy, you left. You could have won that, but instead, you left. Why?"
"Because we wanted to help you." Said Daniel, pleadingly. "How can she not see that??"
"I would have that was obvious by now." Said Gabriel with a smile. "I want you to hold that championship for a long, long time. And momentum aides that want."
Eden's eyes narrow.
"I don't need your help, I can hold onto what's mine myself."
"I think we saw that when we were watching her sleeping. At the very least, she was holding Killians."
"Yes, yes, yes - very magnanimous. That's all well and good until you meet a challenge you can't surmount." Said Gabriel rolling his eyes at the unseen Gabe. "But you're no good to me as a former Champion. I don't care what you need. I care about what I want."
"You're so full of shit, but please, enlighten me, what does Gabriel Baal want?" Eden asks, her tone blatantly mocking.
"Well I want World Peace and an end to Global hunger." Said Gabe.
"Really?" Asked Daniel, in shock.
"Fuck no." Added Gabe.
"Which one?" Asked Gabriel with a smile.
"Excuse me?"
"Tell her, Gabriel – tell her about me. Tell her about everything I’ve done to help her." Daniel pleaded.
"I've already told you what I want, Eden. You're wasting my time." Said Gabriel, looking down the corridor. "I want you to be Champion until I the day I decide that this..."
Gabriel lifted the Cross Hemisphere Championship into the air.
"Has gained every last little bit of benefit it can get for me holding it. And then, when I choose to relinquish it, I will choose to make that Championship you're holding mean more than it ever has before."
Eden rolls her eyes.
"Oh, give me a break and get in fucking line, Gabriel. Everyone on this roster wants what I have, from Rydell to Jet. But not everyone can actually hold it. That's my job. I don't care what you do with that--" she indicates the Cross-Hemisphere championship, "because what I hold is so much more and on a whole different level. 'When I'm satisfied I've elevated it enough'-- just fucking spare me, already. You know who else said that exact thing? Every other person who's been the Cross-Hemisphere champion with one eye on the top prize. I waste your time? Your time is mine to waste," Eden says boldly.
"Fiesty, isn’t she?" Said Gabe with a smile.
"She’s…." Paused Daniel. "fiery."
"And just like every single champion before you, you spend your time putting down those who challenge you. And just like every champion who came before you, you continuously fail to realise that every time you belittle those who come to challenge you, you diminish your reign. I don't care who is in line, Eden. The truth is simple - you should fear my challenge, in the same way that I would fear yours. I know your ability - we've faced one another more than anyone else in the past year. And do you know the only thing we've proven thus far? That on any night, either one of us could be victorious. I have no qualms with that - because unlike most people, I accept that to be truly great, I have to elevate those who face me - not break them down."
"Then you don't want it badly enough, and you don't understand exactly what it means to hold this because you never have. I'm a four-time champion. What are you? You're an attempt, a footnote in this championship's history. So before you try to talk as though you're on my level, why don't you try actually getting there," Eden says with a sneer. "And while you're at it, you can tell me why the hell your name came up as a consultant on my case at River Oaks."
"Well that was a hell of a change of topic – it’s almost like she’d planned this conversation out in her head before it started and it was getting off point." Said Gabe.
"Like it was being written on the fly, and wasn’t going the way she’d planned it?" Said Daniel.
"Precisely." Said Gabe.
"No." Said Gabriel with a smile. "I can't."
"Why not?" Eden frowns.
"Because, dearest Eden, I am disinclined to acquiesce to your request."
Eden blinks at him as if she hadn't heard correctly before slamming her hands against his chest, pushing him into the wall behind him.
"Well, she’s got you pinned to a wall. Did you mean to get pinned to a wall?" Asked Gabe.
"You can't answer me because you don't want to?! You had no fucking right!" she screams, her eyes wide and angry. "What did you do?"
"Tell her, Gabriel. Tell her the truth!" Said Daniel.
"Fuck it – just try and piss her off more."
"I did nothing. Or I did everything. I had no right. Or I had every right. I could tell you everything. Or I could tell you nothing." Smiled Gabriel. unfazed by the sudden physicality. In fact, his eyes begin to burn red with malice. "Perhaps I'm the reason you stayed so long. Perhaps I'm the reason you're here right now, holding that which I have never won. Or perhaps, I just wanted to get a closer look at the famous Eden Morgan. What makes her tick... Inside and out."
Eden shoves away from him, a disgusted look on her face, fear darkening her eyes for a fleeting instant.
"I’m not sure she likes you very much…" Said Gabe.
"Stay the fuck away from me. We have matches, we run them by the book, other than that, I don't want you near me or anywhere in my life. You've inserted yourself there enough."
"She definitely doesn’t like you very much. Imagine how annoyed she’d be if she knew just where and how often Daniel had inserted himself." Added Gabe.
"It's sweet how you think you have a say..." Gabriel mocked, this time advancing on Eden. This time he places his hand against her sternum and pushes her back against the wall - albeit with less force. "Understand this, Eden. You've burnt me and burnt me and burnt me, over and over again. I've tried and I've tried. Yet here I stand, a man who almost lost everything. You had a chance to stop that, and you turned your back and let it all happen. In the last year I have done more than you'll ever know to turn your fucking life around. To let you be happy. And at every turn you've thrown it back in my face. So listen to me, and listen hard. Your life is mine to weave as I see fit. That Championship will be mine when I choose to take it and there's not a fucking thing you can do about it."
"Savage…"
He pushes away, applying a final load of pressure to her sternum as he does and Eden stands before him, shaking with anger.
"We'll see about that, and Gabriel, I'm going to find out exactly what all you've had your hand in my life, and then-- I'm coming for you."
"Really? Well I'm sure I'll look forward to it." Sneered Gabriel. "Toodle-oo."
Eden stares daggers at Gabriel's back, seething as he saunters away, whistling a tune.
"Could you stop fucking whistling?" Said Gabe as they turned around the corner.
Jessica Mathis – JEM. A name that has spread like wildfire through UGWC in recent months. Not, however, a name against whom I have any kind of quarrel. I know, I know – you probably can’t believe that given the end of our match this past week but I can assure you that’s not the case. I have, nor hold no enmity against you. I suppose you could say that you were a sacrifice – a sacrifice that would help to ensure that my target remains as valuable as she is right now.
I don’t expect you to understand.
Don’t get me wrong, JEM. I’m looking forward to seeing just what kind of revenge you have in sore for me this week. Afterall, I did cause you to lose. But before you go planning some kind of bubble-gum pink fantasy world for me to play in, consider for a moment the fact that, had I not handed victory to Eden last week, I would have defeated you anyway.
The end was inevitable – only the means was variable.
And here we are, once again standing on opposing sides of the ring getting ready to fight one another. Luckily for you, there’s no third member of this match, which means when I beat you it will be clean and one on one. You’ll be able to stop sulking that I dipped you like bait. In fact, we could even go as far as talk about that old favourite amongst gunslingers and ruffians everywhere.
Revenge.
No, you’ll be able to go back you the safety of knowing that defeat these past two weeks was already written into the stars. You are and always will be a fixed point in time. Immovable and static. Destined to repeat your same mistakes over and over again until someone can put you out of your misery.
Don’t worry, it won’t be me.
I have bigger fish to fry and greater spoils to claim. For now, accept the fact that I will be in this match come Monday. I will do everything I do in this kind of situation – I will win or lose on the merits of that one night, but understand this – defeat is not victory and victory is not defeat.
We will rise.
We will conquer.
We will recycle.
"JEM – for you this week is about survival. I promise you – if you fight me, survival will not be the motion available to you. We will rise."
