Post by Hunter on Dec 4, 2015 21:24:51 GMT -6
Cole Hunter: Perhaps…
The camera opens upon Cole Hunter standing seemingly in a dark, empty warehouse with a single light bulb dangling above him, swaying to and fro, the light dancing around him as he smirks into the camera greeting him.
Cole Hunter: Miss Zing enjoys the intonation of her own auditory emanations as her tendency to blather on indiscriminately forces one to wonder if she really is as scatterbrained as she seems or if that vision of zen is her true self…
He snickers as he glances to his feet for a second, seemingly amused by the existence of the question at ponderance.
Cole Hunter: Personally, I believe the Hong Kong Sensation is a confusing mixture of hints, allegations and things left unsaid…
His gaze moves up the camera again, the smirk firmly in place for all to see.
Cole Hunter: As am I.
He nods slightly, glancing back behind him into the black abyss surrounding him.
Cole Hunter: So, your revisionist historical account Michael Rivers exhibits sociopathic tendencies precluding any emotional attachment to your precious…
He trails off as he steps into the darkness, allowing the abyss of black to seemingly swallow him whole.
Cole Hunter: Dahlia…
Silence envelops the room as Cole remains in the unlit part of the room, footfalls finally breaking the silence as the camera remains focused on the one small lit area now devoid of any activity to be shown.
Cole Hunter: For someone claiming knowledge others are unacquainted with, a basic understanding of Mister Rivers would seem a prerequisite for the statement of facts you make and yet…
Footfalls start to come closer and Cole steps back into the light from the same direction he disappeared into.
Cole Hunter: This prerequisite remains unfulfilled with you, Miss Simply Amazing. You have already received your opportunity to destroy Mister Rivers in June and he rendered you unable to continue and was disqualified for his efforts.
A new snicker escapes his lips at the memory of the match.
Cole Hunter: Pity, as it was an enjoyable encounter previous to your near unconsciousness.
He nods again, amusement building.
Cole Hunter: As for our previous encounter, you are correct in assuming a trident of competitors involved before a victory escaped both of the others. Poor Dickie Tramel was the unlucky recipient of your kick and my application of force before suffering the pinfall loss.
He stifles laughter, as his amusement seemingly grows.
Cole Hunter: Underdog…
He moves in closer to the camera and nods knowingly, a cruel smirk showing itself rather blatantly.
Cole Hunter: Just keep telling yourself that, Champ…
He steps back and nods as he starts back into the darkness again.
Cole Hunter: If you retain underdog status is stems from your ability to force the world to endure a championship reign bereft of defences thus rendering your status somewhat fraudulent otherwise, you retain no such underdog status so long as you carry that twenty pounds of championship gold on your person.
As he disappears into the darkness, his footfalls are heard moving away from the camera and deeper into the abyss.
Cole Hunter: Your opportunity knocks and Michael Rivers answer will be contrary…
The footfalls stop and another cruel snicker is heard.
Cole Hunter: However, for now… entertainment awaits…
The lights come on to find Cole standing next to Ember Freeman strapped down to what looks like a pommel horse, her wrists and ankles all held down under it with her face pointed towards the camera. Duct tape covers her mouth while precious little else is covered on her aside from the restraints on her wrists and ankles. A large black belt covers her midsection to hold her in place. Cole pats her head and nods.
Cole Hunter: Magnificent specimen…
She glances back and takes in the entire vision before him including the half of her body that the camera cannot see.
Cole Hunter: Wondrous positioning does allow for…
Unable to stop himself, he looks down to the floor as a slight chuckle manages to escape his attempts to stifle it down.
Cole Hunter: Insertion...
He nods and slowly walks around her as Ember’s eyes search the room.
Cole Hunter: Jade and Artemis enjoy playtime with this toy… and now Ember is allowed the opportunity…
He continues to move around her, pausing near her head.
Cole Hunter: Are we ready for our next dose… of entertainment?
Ember’s eyes close and Cole nods.
Cole Hunter: Sadly, duty calls…
The camera opens upon Cole Hunter standing seemingly in a dark, empty warehouse with a single light bulb dangling above him, swaying to and fro, the light dancing around him as he smirks into the camera greeting him.
Cole Hunter: Miss Zing enjoys the intonation of her own auditory emanations as her tendency to blather on indiscriminately forces one to wonder if she really is as scatterbrained as she seems or if that vision of zen is her true self…
He snickers as he glances to his feet for a second, seemingly amused by the existence of the question at ponderance.
Cole Hunter: Personally, I believe the Hong Kong Sensation is a confusing mixture of hints, allegations and things left unsaid…
His gaze moves up the camera again, the smirk firmly in place for all to see.
Cole Hunter: As am I.
He nods slightly, glancing back behind him into the black abyss surrounding him.
Cole Hunter: So, your revisionist historical account Michael Rivers exhibits sociopathic tendencies precluding any emotional attachment to your precious…
He trails off as he steps into the darkness, allowing the abyss of black to seemingly swallow him whole.
Cole Hunter: Dahlia…
Silence envelops the room as Cole remains in the unlit part of the room, footfalls finally breaking the silence as the camera remains focused on the one small lit area now devoid of any activity to be shown.
Cole Hunter: For someone claiming knowledge others are unacquainted with, a basic understanding of Mister Rivers would seem a prerequisite for the statement of facts you make and yet…
Footfalls start to come closer and Cole steps back into the light from the same direction he disappeared into.
Cole Hunter: This prerequisite remains unfulfilled with you, Miss Simply Amazing. You have already received your opportunity to destroy Mister Rivers in June and he rendered you unable to continue and was disqualified for his efforts.
A new snicker escapes his lips at the memory of the match.
Cole Hunter: Pity, as it was an enjoyable encounter previous to your near unconsciousness.
He nods again, amusement building.
Cole Hunter: As for our previous encounter, you are correct in assuming a trident of competitors involved before a victory escaped both of the others. Poor Dickie Tramel was the unlucky recipient of your kick and my application of force before suffering the pinfall loss.
He stifles laughter, as his amusement seemingly grows.
Cole Hunter: Underdog…
He moves in closer to the camera and nods knowingly, a cruel smirk showing itself rather blatantly.
Cole Hunter: Just keep telling yourself that, Champ…
He steps back and nods as he starts back into the darkness again.
Cole Hunter: If you retain underdog status is stems from your ability to force the world to endure a championship reign bereft of defences thus rendering your status somewhat fraudulent otherwise, you retain no such underdog status so long as you carry that twenty pounds of championship gold on your person.
As he disappears into the darkness, his footfalls are heard moving away from the camera and deeper into the abyss.
Cole Hunter: Your opportunity knocks and Michael Rivers answer will be contrary…
The footfalls stop and another cruel snicker is heard.
Cole Hunter: However, for now… entertainment awaits…
The lights come on to find Cole standing next to Ember Freeman strapped down to what looks like a pommel horse, her wrists and ankles all held down under it with her face pointed towards the camera. Duct tape covers her mouth while precious little else is covered on her aside from the restraints on her wrists and ankles. A large black belt covers her midsection to hold her in place. Cole pats her head and nods.
Cole Hunter: Magnificent specimen…
She glances back and takes in the entire vision before him including the half of her body that the camera cannot see.
Cole Hunter: Wondrous positioning does allow for…
Unable to stop himself, he looks down to the floor as a slight chuckle manages to escape his attempts to stifle it down.
Cole Hunter: Insertion...
He nods and slowly walks around her as Ember’s eyes search the room.
Cole Hunter: Jade and Artemis enjoy playtime with this toy… and now Ember is allowed the opportunity…
He continues to move around her, pausing near her head.
Cole Hunter: Are we ready for our next dose… of entertainment?
Ember’s eyes close and Cole nods.
Cole Hunter: Sadly, duty calls…
