Post by dreadvan on Oct 26, 2019 19:25:44 GMT -5
-The scene starts off showing the outside of a warehouse. Immediately apparent is the throbbing music, rays of light escaping the cracks of windows and garage style doors. Young, dark dressed people loitering about outside also suggest this is no simple storage facility. The camera operator pushes past a few teens who are smoking because smoking is really cool mongo you should try it but is stopped by a large man in a dark suit and equally as dark sunglasses. The person in charge of collecting footage says they are here for Dreadvan. The bouncer checks the list and sighs, understanding who is being requested and lets them in.
Black lights, a cloud of smoke, and of course a sea of dancers gyrating back and forth prevail the environment. The camera person keeps getting unintentionally bumped into as they move deeper inside. After advancing pretty deep inside the shot finally finds their target. Dreadvan is passed out, snoring draped on top of a table despite being positioned next to one of the larger speakers. In front of him are some fast food bags and on his neck several glow sticks. On his head a child’s birthday party hat.
The camera operator tries to yell for the demon to wake up and, surprisingly, he does so. The big man scratches his ass and yawns. He looks around unimpressed and almost goes to lay back down again before noticing the camera. Upon the realization, he instead stretches out.-
“You know I gotta give credit to where it’s due. I thought I’d be sitting here partying it up with a nice piece of gold around my neck. Eating my heart out and listening to whatever the hell this kind of music is called. People would have been lining up over here and I would deny them pictures and autographs. Maybe I would have convinced Scorpion to roll his wheelchair in here and park it right next to me.”
-Dreadvan looks off into the distance a bit dejected.-
“But the didn’t happen. I don’t have my title, people are too scared to come up to me, and even worse? I didn’t even get to talk to Scorpion after the match.”
-Dreadvan reaches into his pockets and pulls out a little blowout noisemaker. With a barely audible kazoo like tone, it unfolds. He lets it drop out of his mouth and onto the floor.-
“For the first time in my entire career I can say I actually failed. I could be like other people and make excuses too. “IF ONLY I HIT THE SPLASH, IF ONLY HE TRIED TO COVER ME I WOULD HAVE KICKED OUT” yada yada yada..
But like I said many times I only speak the truth. Congrats Stormcrow. You outwitted the demon. I wish I could be bitter, but sometimes it’s more fun to drown in your own pitty than sweep the pain under the rug.
I will say though I don’t actually know what I would have done with the championship if I did win it other than wear it around and make fun of people who didn’t have it. I mean I’m sure it will be pawned off soon enough and I can just buy it if I really wanted it. Drugs are expensive after all. Especially certain places. Like perhaps...Jail?”
-Dreadvan turns his head back and he’s got the stupidest and widest shit eating grin he’s had in a long time.-
“I’ve never been to jail but I have been locked up. It sucks. I only got three meals a day, like a filthy animal. Three walls and some bars separate you from reality. Sometimes you don’t speak to anyone for days, it’s enough to break normal people. But not me of course.
I mean of course it is no picnic, but it’s a lot better than some people would have you believe. Heats always on, roof over your head, armed security. Hell, when has a terrorist attack ever happened at a prison? Most have cable, a library, clean clothes to wear. Now go down the block on this street we’re on. Chances are you’ll find someone slumped against a wall, passed out, who hasn’t had any of these things in years.
But I’ll let someone else speak on that stuff. Because I’m the type that punches down. And boy are the two clowns in the convicted could run their own circus. You would think Eric would have changed his life around after the beating Chris Card gave him at End of Days last year. I believe Card was promoting some type of book about being successful or whatever the fuck. Maybe Eric’s like me and can’t read well. Could just simply be he think he’s better than he really is.
I legit can not grasp the fact he convinced some other dummy in there to take on the cause. And what cause really is it? Commissary has limits! Did he promise to take a literal piece of gold into the cell? Like who there would even give a damn? I bet if that day dream even took place the tag title gold would be lost in a week at best. Probably traded over a game of dominoes.
-Dreadvan laughs to himself.-
“Imagine having the arrogance to claim you went back on a technicality. You two clearly have the sway to bring on a random local news crew anywhere you wanna go, get cleared to wrestle despite being in jail, get paid a living wage, yet you want everyone to believe you didn’t dot your “i”’s or cross your “t”’s? Pure bullshit. Have some accountability. Or would you rather run?
I bet that’s exactly what it is. You’d rather run from your troubles than accept reality. In fact let’s talk reality. Reality is you two were scared each time real competition was fighting over the tag titles. You both sat and waited on the sidelines to wait for “an easy” opportunity. Instead of fighting for XHF global gold chose the small time shit to blend in.
If I didn’t know any better I would swear you two are “reality” stars than two guys down on their luck. How else could anyone explain all the special treatment and attention you get? These two no named losers are television worthy because they are “doing better” Come off it. It’s ridiculous. But hey, whatever keeps people paying attention right?
You two talk about being “brothers” a lot too. What good is a family that only uses you for a paycheck?”
-Dreadvan starts pounding on his chest. On a very large black tee has a duct taped cure insignia on top of it.-
“THIS IS FAMILY
And not the way you want to claim. We of course haven’t protected each other from shanks, but I doubt either of you two have even considered that Drago and Draven have fought wars outside the ring too. We put each other through a trial by fire. Everyday. If one person fails the others deal with the fallout. You two? One person fails the other person shows up the next day for a press conference.
You are both soft, bendable, and breakable. I was introduced to The Cure by an all out fight. We shared common goals. I acknowledged they had the passion and will to humble themselves to even ask for help. Doesn’t sound so different right?
Here’s the difference, after this pitty party I’m going to get an ass beating. Draven won his match and I’m certain he’s going to get the first licks in. Drago is going to be next, fully unloading their fury onto my fat body. They are going to give it hard too because they are the one who earned these titles we’re going to bring back. And finally Rocco will give me his fists. He’s going to beat me down to ask why I was even chosen to protect the very thing that makes The Cure, The Cure.
You two though? No big deal. You’ll keep your reality show lifestyle up. You’ll pretend, win or lose, that nothing has happened. One of you will go back to jail when the other is out, you’ll still keep using the tired, same lines, over and over and over again, while the rest of us deal with real shit. You’ll keep this charade up as far as it can go because it keeps you in the spotlight. Mark my words though, there will not be any evolution with you two. You’ve cornered yourselves. You have no idea how to go from here and that’s why you two will always be the losers you’re labeled as.
But guess what? Draven won his title, we at least got one real winner in this match. You will be reminded that your no name collaboration has only won belts that were forgotten about as soon as they sprung up. You two are both equally a joke. The Cure will never be considered one. We’ll have set backs but we’ll spring back twice as hard as before.
I’m actually done with you two. You two aren’t worth the time I'm spending on you. I lost my shot to be a legend. You’re not even going to lose that either way. I will have to find my next moment to cement my legacy while you two go back and forth who is going to go back first to continue this surreal side show.
I said if before, you two are clowns. Clowns in the circus. And I said this before too, The Cure is more than the circumstances you two wish it were. Draven and me are not mortal. We’re beasts. Beasts of the night ready to tear you apart whenever we feel like. We have standards that aren’t limited to where we lay our head. We are who we always said we are. We evolve based on the times we live in, and certainly we dominate in the spots we have to.
"
-Dreadvan throws over a table and stands up. He pounds his chest one more time for effect.-
“Draven, my newfound brother. We are going to expose jokers like this one step at a a time. Those who abuse the system to their benefit. They can’t win. The Cure is different. It’s a breath of fresh air in this sick and twisted world. The Cure will cleanse this world, if it takes one title or twenty. What message do the convicted have? You can get better if you try hard enough?
-Dreadvan rises from his seat. The camera follows him.-
“Bullshit. Total and utter bullshit and I hope whoever sees this realizes it. We represent the real world. Ironic as it sounds. We are the bastions of reality that expose those who talk utter nonsense. We admit our faults. Lesser men never do. And that’s why we're creatures of the dark. The ones spreading the true and unending message.
When all is said and done, when you try to collaborate with each other about what to do next, you won’t take The Cure for easy targets. You’ll find that out. Instead you’ll tell each other to be
Cautious of The Cure.”
Black lights, a cloud of smoke, and of course a sea of dancers gyrating back and forth prevail the environment. The camera person keeps getting unintentionally bumped into as they move deeper inside. After advancing pretty deep inside the shot finally finds their target. Dreadvan is passed out, snoring draped on top of a table despite being positioned next to one of the larger speakers. In front of him are some fast food bags and on his neck several glow sticks. On his head a child’s birthday party hat.
The camera operator tries to yell for the demon to wake up and, surprisingly, he does so. The big man scratches his ass and yawns. He looks around unimpressed and almost goes to lay back down again before noticing the camera. Upon the realization, he instead stretches out.-
“You know I gotta give credit to where it’s due. I thought I’d be sitting here partying it up with a nice piece of gold around my neck. Eating my heart out and listening to whatever the hell this kind of music is called. People would have been lining up over here and I would deny them pictures and autographs. Maybe I would have convinced Scorpion to roll his wheelchair in here and park it right next to me.”
-Dreadvan looks off into the distance a bit dejected.-
“But the didn’t happen. I don’t have my title, people are too scared to come up to me, and even worse? I didn’t even get to talk to Scorpion after the match.”
-Dreadvan reaches into his pockets and pulls out a little blowout noisemaker. With a barely audible kazoo like tone, it unfolds. He lets it drop out of his mouth and onto the floor.-
“For the first time in my entire career I can say I actually failed. I could be like other people and make excuses too. “IF ONLY I HIT THE SPLASH, IF ONLY HE TRIED TO COVER ME I WOULD HAVE KICKED OUT” yada yada yada..
But like I said many times I only speak the truth. Congrats Stormcrow. You outwitted the demon. I wish I could be bitter, but sometimes it’s more fun to drown in your own pitty than sweep the pain under the rug.
I will say though I don’t actually know what I would have done with the championship if I did win it other than wear it around and make fun of people who didn’t have it. I mean I’m sure it will be pawned off soon enough and I can just buy it if I really wanted it. Drugs are expensive after all. Especially certain places. Like perhaps...Jail?”
-Dreadvan turns his head back and he’s got the stupidest and widest shit eating grin he’s had in a long time.-
“I’ve never been to jail but I have been locked up. It sucks. I only got three meals a day, like a filthy animal. Three walls and some bars separate you from reality. Sometimes you don’t speak to anyone for days, it’s enough to break normal people. But not me of course.
I mean of course it is no picnic, but it’s a lot better than some people would have you believe. Heats always on, roof over your head, armed security. Hell, when has a terrorist attack ever happened at a prison? Most have cable, a library, clean clothes to wear. Now go down the block on this street we’re on. Chances are you’ll find someone slumped against a wall, passed out, who hasn’t had any of these things in years.
But I’ll let someone else speak on that stuff. Because I’m the type that punches down. And boy are the two clowns in the convicted could run their own circus. You would think Eric would have changed his life around after the beating Chris Card gave him at End of Days last year. I believe Card was promoting some type of book about being successful or whatever the fuck. Maybe Eric’s like me and can’t read well. Could just simply be he think he’s better than he really is.
I legit can not grasp the fact he convinced some other dummy in there to take on the cause. And what cause really is it? Commissary has limits! Did he promise to take a literal piece of gold into the cell? Like who there would even give a damn? I bet if that day dream even took place the tag title gold would be lost in a week at best. Probably traded over a game of dominoes.
-Dreadvan laughs to himself.-
“Imagine having the arrogance to claim you went back on a technicality. You two clearly have the sway to bring on a random local news crew anywhere you wanna go, get cleared to wrestle despite being in jail, get paid a living wage, yet you want everyone to believe you didn’t dot your “i”’s or cross your “t”’s? Pure bullshit. Have some accountability. Or would you rather run?
I bet that’s exactly what it is. You’d rather run from your troubles than accept reality. In fact let’s talk reality. Reality is you two were scared each time real competition was fighting over the tag titles. You both sat and waited on the sidelines to wait for “an easy” opportunity. Instead of fighting for XHF global gold chose the small time shit to blend in.
If I didn’t know any better I would swear you two are “reality” stars than two guys down on their luck. How else could anyone explain all the special treatment and attention you get? These two no named losers are television worthy because they are “doing better” Come off it. It’s ridiculous. But hey, whatever keeps people paying attention right?
You two talk about being “brothers” a lot too. What good is a family that only uses you for a paycheck?”
-Dreadvan starts pounding on his chest. On a very large black tee has a duct taped cure insignia on top of it.-
“THIS IS FAMILY
And not the way you want to claim. We of course haven’t protected each other from shanks, but I doubt either of you two have even considered that Drago and Draven have fought wars outside the ring too. We put each other through a trial by fire. Everyday. If one person fails the others deal with the fallout. You two? One person fails the other person shows up the next day for a press conference.
You are both soft, bendable, and breakable. I was introduced to The Cure by an all out fight. We shared common goals. I acknowledged they had the passion and will to humble themselves to even ask for help. Doesn’t sound so different right?
Here’s the difference, after this pitty party I’m going to get an ass beating. Draven won his match and I’m certain he’s going to get the first licks in. Drago is going to be next, fully unloading their fury onto my fat body. They are going to give it hard too because they are the one who earned these titles we’re going to bring back. And finally Rocco will give me his fists. He’s going to beat me down to ask why I was even chosen to protect the very thing that makes The Cure, The Cure.
You two though? No big deal. You’ll keep your reality show lifestyle up. You’ll pretend, win or lose, that nothing has happened. One of you will go back to jail when the other is out, you’ll still keep using the tired, same lines, over and over and over again, while the rest of us deal with real shit. You’ll keep this charade up as far as it can go because it keeps you in the spotlight. Mark my words though, there will not be any evolution with you two. You’ve cornered yourselves. You have no idea how to go from here and that’s why you two will always be the losers you’re labeled as.
But guess what? Draven won his title, we at least got one real winner in this match. You will be reminded that your no name collaboration has only won belts that were forgotten about as soon as they sprung up. You two are both equally a joke. The Cure will never be considered one. We’ll have set backs but we’ll spring back twice as hard as before.
I’m actually done with you two. You two aren’t worth the time I'm spending on you. I lost my shot to be a legend. You’re not even going to lose that either way. I will have to find my next moment to cement my legacy while you two go back and forth who is going to go back first to continue this surreal side show.
I said if before, you two are clowns. Clowns in the circus. And I said this before too, The Cure is more than the circumstances you two wish it were. Draven and me are not mortal. We’re beasts. Beasts of the night ready to tear you apart whenever we feel like. We have standards that aren’t limited to where we lay our head. We are who we always said we are. We evolve based on the times we live in, and certainly we dominate in the spots we have to.
"
-Dreadvan throws over a table and stands up. He pounds his chest one more time for effect.-
“Draven, my newfound brother. We are going to expose jokers like this one step at a a time. Those who abuse the system to their benefit. They can’t win. The Cure is different. It’s a breath of fresh air in this sick and twisted world. The Cure will cleanse this world, if it takes one title or twenty. What message do the convicted have? You can get better if you try hard enough?
-Dreadvan rises from his seat. The camera follows him.-
“Bullshit. Total and utter bullshit and I hope whoever sees this realizes it. We represent the real world. Ironic as it sounds. We are the bastions of reality that expose those who talk utter nonsense. We admit our faults. Lesser men never do. And that’s why we're creatures of the dark. The ones spreading the true and unending message.
When all is said and done, when you try to collaborate with each other about what to do next, you won’t take The Cure for easy targets. You’ll find that out. Instead you’ll tell each other to be
Cautious of The Cure.”