Post by MONROE 天皇暴力 on Sept 28, 2015 13:25:04 GMT -6
"You were arrogant!"
The voice boomed. Cracking through the room like a dry thunder on a warm night. MONROE paid very little mind to the anger, instead focusing on the video playing in front of him. Two men pressed together, wrestling for position. The judogi worn by both men gave away that it was a grappling tournament.
"You were not chosen for your arrogance!"
The voice cracked like thunder once more. MONROE remained unfazed. His gaze was still locked upon the screen. He followed each of the men's motions. Unblinking, his focus was absolute. That is when the screen when blank. Rather than react in a grand fashion, he let out a perturbed sigh. Brother Righteous had been preaching. He always preached. But this time it was in anger. Since they had wrapped up the first promo of many to come, it seemed as though the representative had a lot to say.
"You had a chance to further our plans. You had the chance move our timetable forward. And you left it up to chance!"
MONROE was growing weary of being chastised. While Brother Righteous was worried about the situation, he was not. He knew there would be other chances. He knew there would be other shots. If they stumbled at the event they would surely rise above the rest at the next one. He wouldn't argue that he had been a little bit too relaxed with his approach, but then again he wasn't exactly too worried to begin with. Call it arrogance, call it confidence, but he didn't tend to give his opponents much credit. This was often his downfall. He was keen enough to realize this. However, that didn't dissuade him any from believing that he had the match in the bag.
"Relax."
He stated plainly. He knew his words had fallen upon deaf ears, but he wanted to at least feel as though he made an honest attempt to deescalate the situation without violence. Brother Righteous' fury only grew, as he approached MONROE and placed his hands firmly upon the man's large shoulders. That is when MONROE reacted. Rising from his chair, he his right hand firmly upon Brother Righteous' cowl. Pressing tightly, he gripped and the fabric and joisted the man into the air with ease.
"I tolerate your presence. I tolerate your guidance. I will not tolerate your disrespect. You are a representative of a greater body. You are a pawn, a vassal. You are interchangeable. I am the storm. I am the reckoning. You are nothing more than the whisper of the wind in a greater maelstrom that simply hopes to have its voice heard. Do not test my patience."
Brother Righteous gazed down upon MONROE. While his face was largely hidden by his mask, his eyes were alive with fear. That fear, however, soon turned to defiance.
"Your arrogance. Storms come and go. Maelstroms do not last. As I am a vassal, a pawn, you are nothing more than a blunt instrument. When you lose yourself into your arrogance, into your ego, that is all you are. Nothing more, nothing less."
MONROE's grasp eased. He lowered Brother Righteous slowly, before tossing hims to the wayside. He straightened out his robes, averting his own gaze as to not make eye contact. He was not used to such a visceral reaction.
"Your actions will be discussed."
MONROE has grown tired of the exchange. The plain locker room had seemingly become a battleground. If he remained, the white concrete walls would soon be spattered with shades or red. Pushing past Brother Righteous, he grabbed his coat from a nearby hook and made his exit. Brother Righteous watched on, readjusting his skeletal visage to fit upon his face once more. That is when he muttered a simple statement under his breath.
"You will learn you place yet."
FIN
