Post by The Nihilists on May 2, 2019 14:42:41 GMT -5
~The transmission opens in an unfamiliar locale. The sun is shining and the sky is actually quite clear. There is hustle and bustle all around the camera as families walk by having a grand old time. When in Fort Wayne, IN the AWF must have some contingent at the Children’s Zoo! The sign overhead as the camera moves says as much. The camera moves through the zoo into the Australian adventure where we see two familiar masks waiting at an animal pen.~
”I know what you all are thinking. Everything was so civil. These four men had nothing but respect for each other. And that is true. And for us it still holds true. But we did say we would win … by whatever means necessary. And we would quickly approach our goal. Dawdling around and playing nice in the ring are not going to get us anywhere. Hopefully everyone can respect the brilliant execution of a game plan. What we said leading in to the match at Clash of the Icons was true. All of it. And hopefully Danny Ray can see that we had reasons for how we went about defeating two talented individuals. As for Villalobos … well you have another shot to enact some revenge. And we look forward to it. But we hope there was a lesson you learned from the execution of our strategy at the Clash. We DO hope you take something away from your time in the ring with us, other than a defeat after all. We are not about to mess around with someone who was the hunter … or who is a brethren of the noble wolf.”
”And so we stand here, gazing on the noble wolf, to make a point to you. You spoke about how you had recovered from the ideology that we espouse. But you seem to have missed a vital piece of evidence. Now we are not out to ‘bring you back’ or ‘convert you’, simply to bring clarity to your view of us. These wolves you see here…”
”Those are dingos.”
”Yes … Richie the Cameraman, yes. As it turns out this beautiful children’s zoo has no wolves, so do like the children here and use your Imagination. *He gestures as if making a rainbow* Now: wolves are the most noble of our kind of nihilists. The way they execute a plan, the way they hunt, they are minimalist and perfect. Like the two of us they operate with brethren, the ONLY others they trust. The pack mentality takes hold and everything they do … is for the betterment of the pack, the family. They rely on no guiding voice, no input from anyone but the others in the pack. Wolves have even shown a primitive democracy. Truly they are masters of execution. Everything is laid bare. And though they can be quite docile and loving … they bare their claws and vicious fangs at the drop of a hat should something try to prevent them executing their will and achieving their desires. You were once like these wolves … mostly … Sebastian. But somewhere along the way you lost the trust, the family. You found yourself allied with a couple of cunning, tricky foxes in wolves clothing. And they responded by allowing you to be put down. A controlled hunt to quell the massacre. A sacrificial lamb … how apropos I suppose that the wolf became the sheep.
~The dingos run around the pen as the crowd oos and aahs. The two men turn their back on the “wolves” and step to the camera allowing it to see they were obscuring the view of a golden retriever on a leash.~
”And then tricky beliefs got in the way. You took lessons from your failings. And they did you a world of good. But you lost the call of the abyss. You blurred your vision with the trappings of the higher powers and the outside influences. Not that this is necessarily bad … but it tempered your edge. It dulled your blade. Your execution at the Clash … was sorely lacking. And that is truly sad. So consider this your chance to prove you haven’t lost touch with the wolf. Because if I am honest, and I try to always be … you are much more like this domesticated canine. You see this dog has once again allowed outside influence to define who he is. He is completely reliant on his human owner. There is no pack for him to foster brotherhood with. There is another person acting as his guiding light. And that is where the folly lies. For it may seem like an idyllic existence this dog leads. And sure enough, you piss off this dog and the fangs still bare, the claws still dig in.”
”But this dog is a servant to the human overlord. Instead of embracing the sweet sound of silence, the voice of emptiness … he is forever concerned with being … a good boy. Dancing for a treat, belittling himself for your amusement. The way you dance on strings for the masterminds here. Playing in the ring for their entertainment with no regard to that killer instinct you once had. The spark is gone. There is a hole in your being that you try to fill from the external stimuli. The voice of the crowd, the perks of the praise from the leadership. Yes you still hunt the titles … you want the gold, you want the reward from the masters. The treat, the pat on the head, you crave the Pavlovian benefits. We crave the gold for what it represents. The highest achievement, earned by our own actions. They represent our plans going to fruition. They represent the sweet embrace of the void. Meaning driven only by our own actions. Our own hands guiding our principles and our earnings. We don’t seek the belts because they are a reward handed down from the master because we roll over and jump and play dead when commanded. We strive for the belts for the freedom they represent, and the control it shows we have over our own beings in and out of the ring.”
~The doggy begins dragging his butt on the ground …~
”And what do the good doggies get? Well if they are the lucky ones they get rewards for meaningless tasks. They lose their sense of self and their control over their own actions. They cede power to an entity who rewards them by forcibly castrating them and removing their potency. They live a meaningless existence. Are they happy? Maybe, who’s really to say what goes on in the mind of the mongrel? But there is a darker side Sebastian. There are people … like your partner this week … who will use the dog as a way to vent their frustration. Who tug the leash and muzzle the poor beast as he cries wanting his food and water which never show up. People who will toss them into a pit and watch them suffer and fight and never give them the reward. A malevolent higher power indeed. Not just removing the … ahem … equipment … but forcing them to become a different beast all together. Violent and savage, but not refined and focused as the wolves are. The only friends they have are the fleas and the mud. It becomes a true dog eat dog world where the reward … is a trip to the pound… to be locked away for being a danger. Too broken to be saved. And in the end … they get put down.”
”Does that make us the saviors? Bringing the mercy to the dog dancing on a string for a biscuit? I suppose it depends on how you view this in ring circus we compete in. I suppose you wonder why we are going through this whole rigmarole for you Sebastian. Why do we focus solely on you this time and give you this sage wisdom that we could surely sell on a tactless TV special? Simply put there was a spark there once Villalobos. And we want to bring out the wolf, the hunter, in you. We need to prove we can beat you at your best. We need you … to execute. We want you to bring the fight to us. We cannot be tag team champions if we cannot bring the best out of our foes then … well … put them down! And frankly your partner doesn’t impress us at all. It’s a little sad, we have seen so little of him compared to that Danny Ray. Truly a worthy opponent. Both of you were. So consider this match and this chat a show of respect. It isn’t really euthanasia when you think about it. Though I suppose it is a prime work of execution …”
~The two men walk away as the dog jumps into the dingo pen and the crowd collapses around the camera in shock and horror. Fade out~
”I know what you all are thinking. Everything was so civil. These four men had nothing but respect for each other. And that is true. And for us it still holds true. But we did say we would win … by whatever means necessary. And we would quickly approach our goal. Dawdling around and playing nice in the ring are not going to get us anywhere. Hopefully everyone can respect the brilliant execution of a game plan. What we said leading in to the match at Clash of the Icons was true. All of it. And hopefully Danny Ray can see that we had reasons for how we went about defeating two talented individuals. As for Villalobos … well you have another shot to enact some revenge. And we look forward to it. But we hope there was a lesson you learned from the execution of our strategy at the Clash. We DO hope you take something away from your time in the ring with us, other than a defeat after all. We are not about to mess around with someone who was the hunter … or who is a brethren of the noble wolf.”
”And so we stand here, gazing on the noble wolf, to make a point to you. You spoke about how you had recovered from the ideology that we espouse. But you seem to have missed a vital piece of evidence. Now we are not out to ‘bring you back’ or ‘convert you’, simply to bring clarity to your view of us. These wolves you see here…”
”Yes … Richie the Cameraman, yes. As it turns out this beautiful children’s zoo has no wolves, so do like the children here and use your Imagination. *He gestures as if making a rainbow* Now: wolves are the most noble of our kind of nihilists. The way they execute a plan, the way they hunt, they are minimalist and perfect. Like the two of us they operate with brethren, the ONLY others they trust. The pack mentality takes hold and everything they do … is for the betterment of the pack, the family. They rely on no guiding voice, no input from anyone but the others in the pack. Wolves have even shown a primitive democracy. Truly they are masters of execution. Everything is laid bare. And though they can be quite docile and loving … they bare their claws and vicious fangs at the drop of a hat should something try to prevent them executing their will and achieving their desires. You were once like these wolves … mostly … Sebastian. But somewhere along the way you lost the trust, the family. You found yourself allied with a couple of cunning, tricky foxes in wolves clothing. And they responded by allowing you to be put down. A controlled hunt to quell the massacre. A sacrificial lamb … how apropos I suppose that the wolf became the sheep.
~The dingos run around the pen as the crowd oos and aahs. The two men turn their back on the “wolves” and step to the camera allowing it to see they were obscuring the view of a golden retriever on a leash.~
”And then tricky beliefs got in the way. You took lessons from your failings. And they did you a world of good. But you lost the call of the abyss. You blurred your vision with the trappings of the higher powers and the outside influences. Not that this is necessarily bad … but it tempered your edge. It dulled your blade. Your execution at the Clash … was sorely lacking. And that is truly sad. So consider this your chance to prove you haven’t lost touch with the wolf. Because if I am honest, and I try to always be … you are much more like this domesticated canine. You see this dog has once again allowed outside influence to define who he is. He is completely reliant on his human owner. There is no pack for him to foster brotherhood with. There is another person acting as his guiding light. And that is where the folly lies. For it may seem like an idyllic existence this dog leads. And sure enough, you piss off this dog and the fangs still bare, the claws still dig in.”
”But this dog is a servant to the human overlord. Instead of embracing the sweet sound of silence, the voice of emptiness … he is forever concerned with being … a good boy. Dancing for a treat, belittling himself for your amusement. The way you dance on strings for the masterminds here. Playing in the ring for their entertainment with no regard to that killer instinct you once had. The spark is gone. There is a hole in your being that you try to fill from the external stimuli. The voice of the crowd, the perks of the praise from the leadership. Yes you still hunt the titles … you want the gold, you want the reward from the masters. The treat, the pat on the head, you crave the Pavlovian benefits. We crave the gold for what it represents. The highest achievement, earned by our own actions. They represent our plans going to fruition. They represent the sweet embrace of the void. Meaning driven only by our own actions. Our own hands guiding our principles and our earnings. We don’t seek the belts because they are a reward handed down from the master because we roll over and jump and play dead when commanded. We strive for the belts for the freedom they represent, and the control it shows we have over our own beings in and out of the ring.”
~The doggy begins dragging his butt on the ground …~
”And what do the good doggies get? Well if they are the lucky ones they get rewards for meaningless tasks. They lose their sense of self and their control over their own actions. They cede power to an entity who rewards them by forcibly castrating them and removing their potency. They live a meaningless existence. Are they happy? Maybe, who’s really to say what goes on in the mind of the mongrel? But there is a darker side Sebastian. There are people … like your partner this week … who will use the dog as a way to vent their frustration. Who tug the leash and muzzle the poor beast as he cries wanting his food and water which never show up. People who will toss them into a pit and watch them suffer and fight and never give them the reward. A malevolent higher power indeed. Not just removing the … ahem … equipment … but forcing them to become a different beast all together. Violent and savage, but not refined and focused as the wolves are. The only friends they have are the fleas and the mud. It becomes a true dog eat dog world where the reward … is a trip to the pound… to be locked away for being a danger. Too broken to be saved. And in the end … they get put down.”
”Does that make us the saviors? Bringing the mercy to the dog dancing on a string for a biscuit? I suppose it depends on how you view this in ring circus we compete in. I suppose you wonder why we are going through this whole rigmarole for you Sebastian. Why do we focus solely on you this time and give you this sage wisdom that we could surely sell on a tactless TV special? Simply put there was a spark there once Villalobos. And we want to bring out the wolf, the hunter, in you. We need to prove we can beat you at your best. We need you … to execute. We want you to bring the fight to us. We cannot be tag team champions if we cannot bring the best out of our foes then … well … put them down! And frankly your partner doesn’t impress us at all. It’s a little sad, we have seen so little of him compared to that Danny Ray. Truly a worthy opponent. Both of you were. So consider this match and this chat a show of respect. It isn’t really euthanasia when you think about it. Though I suppose it is a prime work of execution …”
~The two men walk away as the dog jumps into the dingo pen and the crowd collapses around the camera in shock and horror. Fade out~