Post by emt on Mar 28, 2017 21:37:08 GMT
The most remote corner of a building, far away from everyone else. That's usually where you have the best chances to find Ethan Thompson. If he wants to be found, and the Mandalay Bay Events Center made no exception. When the camera found him sitting on the floor with his back leaning against the wall, the jabber of the fans slowly filling the Arena sounds muffled, very distant.
"Proving Grounds. I must admit, I was looking forward to debut here."
His attitude and body posture was saying otherwise.
"Was. In the last few days, I had the chance to know some of my colleagues. Not personally of course. I am not here to make friends. I couldn't care less who they are fucking, or how hard is to wake up early and hit the gym. Flashnews: everybody does that shit."
Finally he raised his head, his green eyes staring straight into the camera, apparently emotionless.
"Observing people. Studying their habits. Spotting their weaknesses. Learning how to use them to your advantage. Devise a strategy.
Twitter made it a lot easier.
Each and everyone of you seems so eager to put your lives for everyone to see. Exposing yourselves. Unashamed.
Claiming to be something you're not. Tough. Dangerous. Smart. Intimidating. Funny. Friendly.
Ready.
I watched all of you playing your part. The good guys. The bad guys. The loose cannons. The manipulators. Some of you were more believable than the other. Some looked like a joke.
All of you are just pretenders. And tonight, your farce comes to an end.
Starting with you, Daisy."
Standing up, he removes the hood partially covering his face while taking off the grey sweatshirt. His upper body and face were showing the bruises and marks from his debut in the MMA circuit last night. But despite how painful they look, his confidence seems intact.
"A jumble of stereotypes. That's what you are.
You made fun of my name. So original.
Called me lame. A second grade insult.
Talked about aggression. Bring it, I wouldn't want it either way.
I tried to simply ignore you. Quite frankly, you are not really worth my time. And that's not me being cocky. Or running my mouth about things I can't back up.
From any and every angle you look at it, you are simply my warm-up before the main event. You should have just accepted your fate. Better luck next time.
But no, you wanted my attention. You begged for it. And guess what? Now you have it.
You wanted my sister to be here? Well, she is. First row. Best place in the damn building to see me wiping the floor with you.
You bit more than you can chew Daisy. And I'm not talking about your stupid bubblegum.
That's such a bad habit by the way. I think I can help you drop it. Along with some teeth.
I am pretty sure you heard about that mommy told you not to poke the bear. You should have listened.
Anyway, you made your choice. Now deal with the consequences. You will serve as an example, for everyone in this roster."
Ethan starts walking away from the camera, keeping his head down, speaking in his usual ice-cold tone.
"You all think you belong in Proving Grounds. Maybe you're right.
I don't. But I've been told I had to start from here to reach the top.
My name is Ethan Milo Thompson.
And I have nothing to prove."
"Proving Grounds. I must admit, I was looking forward to debut here."
His attitude and body posture was saying otherwise.
"Was. In the last few days, I had the chance to know some of my colleagues. Not personally of course. I am not here to make friends. I couldn't care less who they are fucking, or how hard is to wake up early and hit the gym. Flashnews: everybody does that shit."
Finally he raised his head, his green eyes staring straight into the camera, apparently emotionless.
"Observing people. Studying their habits. Spotting their weaknesses. Learning how to use them to your advantage. Devise a strategy.
Twitter made it a lot easier.
Each and everyone of you seems so eager to put your lives for everyone to see. Exposing yourselves. Unashamed.
Claiming to be something you're not. Tough. Dangerous. Smart. Intimidating. Funny. Friendly.
Ready.
I watched all of you playing your part. The good guys. The bad guys. The loose cannons. The manipulators. Some of you were more believable than the other. Some looked like a joke.
All of you are just pretenders. And tonight, your farce comes to an end.
Starting with you, Daisy."
Standing up, he removes the hood partially covering his face while taking off the grey sweatshirt. His upper body and face were showing the bruises and marks from his debut in the MMA circuit last night. But despite how painful they look, his confidence seems intact.
"A jumble of stereotypes. That's what you are.
You made fun of my name. So original.
Called me lame. A second grade insult.
Talked about aggression. Bring it, I wouldn't want it either way.
I tried to simply ignore you. Quite frankly, you are not really worth my time. And that's not me being cocky. Or running my mouth about things I can't back up.
From any and every angle you look at it, you are simply my warm-up before the main event. You should have just accepted your fate. Better luck next time.
But no, you wanted my attention. You begged for it. And guess what? Now you have it.
You wanted my sister to be here? Well, she is. First row. Best place in the damn building to see me wiping the floor with you.
You bit more than you can chew Daisy. And I'm not talking about your stupid bubblegum.
That's such a bad habit by the way. I think I can help you drop it. Along with some teeth.
I am pretty sure you heard about that mommy told you not to poke the bear. You should have listened.
Anyway, you made your choice. Now deal with the consequences. You will serve as an example, for everyone in this roster."
Ethan starts walking away from the camera, keeping his head down, speaking in his usual ice-cold tone.
"You all think you belong in Proving Grounds. Maybe you're right.
I don't. But I've been told I had to start from here to reach the top.
My name is Ethan Milo Thompson.
And I have nothing to prove."