The Books of Indominus: Arrogance

[MONROE 天皇暴力]

MONROE roared through the curtains, spitting his mouth guard on to the floor as he reached for a bottle of water. He doused himself before taking a sip, throwing the remains into a nearby trashcan. There was a look of disappointment on his face, this expression was tempered by the all-consuming rage in his eyes. His brow was furrowed, his face twisted into a grimace – he was not keen with the outcome of the match.

“You were warned. Arrogance always has consequences.”

The voice was like nails on a chalkboard. The thick accent, while at times bearable, was more than enough to set him off. MONROE lashed out, flipping a nearby catering table with ease. Staff and crew members scrambled to avoid his wraith in the narrow, concrete hallway. As the vortex of destruction raged on, Brother Righteous simply watched. The lips of the life-like mask curled into a rather sinister looking smile.

“Where is this maelstrom you spoke of? Where was this storm? All of this hype, all of this pride, and the victory was stolen from you by such an inferior specimen. Do sing me your praises once more, Emperor of Violence.”

His words almost took on a musical quality, as he delivered the sermon to the now empty hallway. All that remained was MONROE. His forearms were pressed to the cool concrete, his head resting ever so lightly against it. His wet hair cascaded down, framing his face and hiding it away from view. His chest heaved in and out, but the rest of his body remained still. That's when he began to cackle.

“You find this amusing?”

Brother Righteous questioned. The sneer of a smile leaving his face. MONROE took a step back fromt the wall, looking at Brother Righteous with a crazed grin. He began a slow walk towards Brother Righteous, who in turn began to slowly back away. Reaching at the straps of his gloves, MONROE slowly removed them, tossing them aside haphazardly.

“Striking me down will not change the outcome of that match, foolish man.”

He spouted off quickly, but soon he was silenced by a hand upon his mouth. Forced against the wall, his eyes widened as he could feel MONROE's hot breath upon his face. The hand slid down from his mouth, coming to rest firmly upon his throat.

“It doesn't even matter.”

MONROE spat out, his deep baritone echoing in the hallway. After a pause, he began to cackle once more. Releasing Brother Righteous from his grasp, he slowly made his way down the hallway. Ignoring the crowd that had gathered, he muscled his way through them without even offering them a parting glance. Brother Righteous was left to his own devices, adjusting his headpiece as the crowd watched on.

FIN