Post by Dave D-Flipz on Nov 7, 2020 16:03:38 GMT -5
*The camera opens up inside a dark room, we can see a silhouette sitting cross-legged on the floor and we hear the sounds of someone eating very sloppily. Lip smack and running juices and greedy snarls echo in the tiny closet room. Suddenly a turkey leg is thrust at the camera which must be a propped up phone. The leg has been thoroughly decimated with reckless abandon. The leg is lowered slightly and the visage of Primal in his demonic guise leans into view, saliva and grease flowing like snowmelt runoff down his unkempt goatee and matting and illuminating tufts of his abundant chest hair. He looks like a mess. He snarls at the camera*
: "Northern Pro Wrestling. The great white north. How appropriate. America loses its way and finds some method of ruining the message when it was in their grasp then goes back the wrong way just today. So in light of a failed experiment we bring the message to Canada. And I find the place wanting, so unwilling to embrace true humanity. Pitiful."
*He savages another HUGE bite of the turkey leg leaving grease dripping from it and a flap of skin hanging from it. He waggles it back and forth as he makes his point, speaking with his mouth full and filed down sharp teeth bared. Small hunks of flesh fly from his mouth as he speaks.*
: "I mean, take a look at the supposed voice of evil and darkness. The “only singles champion” in the company. It’s really so pathetic I don’t know if I’m supposed to laugh at him or tear his little head off. He’s like some pompous goody goody hiding behind a mask to play at a fantasy of being an evil overlord. It’s child’s playdate material. It’s like something out of literature by Roald Dahl … or more derogatory … Stephanie Meyer."
*He spits a bit of bone and gristle behind him onto the floor and wipes his mouth on his massive, hairy arm.*
: "Lord Dominicus. Look at my face. This is the face you should have designed your mask after. But then, you shouldn’t need to hide behind a mask. It’s why I created my true face. To cover the horrible mask I was born with. So clean and pristine, so fake, so … detestable. What kind of evil overlord plays with chickens and small children? What kind of a villain has an evil plan that goes step 1: become a family man. Step 2: Invent plan later? You don’t want to rule, you just want the glorious trappings of a capitalist society. You want fame, fortune, attention … luxury. BAH! USELESS! All of it useless. Humanity is tied down by chains and civilization is the façade they use to convince you of its worth! Allow me to show you, little peon, what a true lord of humanity does. What a man in touch with what it means to be HUMAN can do. Then you can tuck your dinosaur pet’s tail between your legs and scupper off to some child’s birthday party so you can play the sad clown and make balloon animals for a living. Where a false monarch like yourself would actually be of use."
*Primal tosses the turkey leg bone behind him where it clatters across the ground and into a wall. He then slowly looks back at the camera and smirks. Grease and juice drip down his beard from his mighty maw.*
: "Oh but there in my way as well is one, Jay Stevens."
*He licks his lips in a disgusting way*
: "How fun it must be to play pretend with those other poor directionless souls Jay. How delightful it must be to hide behind the mask of friendship. How worthless it is to waste your time with those who would help chain your inner animal and mute your instincts. Oh but it’s all for the sake of TRAINING right Jay? Getting stronger, making gains, impressing the females. How droll and pointless this struggle is. You waste the livelihood you were born with on these frivolous pursuits. And all to fall at my feet in this lethal lottery. Seems lady luck is not on your side. Teamed with a petulant man-child against the specimen of perfection, the ultimate humanity has to offer."
*He laughs maniacally and then leans real close to the camera so we can see his beard glisten and the grease stains on his well-worn “face”*
: "Jay, you want to step into the abyss … just show up to our match. I’m familiar with the abyss and I can send you there in style! After all … you clearly are unfamiliar with what a beast is. It’s up to me to show you the beast inside all men begging to be set free. The true spirit of humanity hid underneath the false veneer of society. Let me show you why it makes me sick and maybe you can see the truth and understand the potential we have!"
*He leans in closer licking his lips and whispers*
: "Then again maybe I’ll just do what needs to be done and take what I want. This match, the double crown title, … maybe even your delicious looking friends. How tasty their tears and sorrow and fear and blood would be. That’s the name of the game, taking what I want. A man should get what he wants after all. Maybe that tasty little morsel Jenna should be with a true MAN!"
*He steps back laughing showing off his bulky, hairy, tangled, frame.*
: "The possibilities for me are … endless. And all you two will get … is a probable end. So take in this world while you can because it all ceases to matter when the human is gone. And you two … are already gone."
*Fade out*
: "Northern Pro Wrestling. The great white north. How appropriate. America loses its way and finds some method of ruining the message when it was in their grasp then goes back the wrong way just today. So in light of a failed experiment we bring the message to Canada. And I find the place wanting, so unwilling to embrace true humanity. Pitiful."*He savages another HUGE bite of the turkey leg leaving grease dripping from it and a flap of skin hanging from it. He waggles it back and forth as he makes his point, speaking with his mouth full and filed down sharp teeth bared. Small hunks of flesh fly from his mouth as he speaks.*
: "I mean, take a look at the supposed voice of evil and darkness. The “only singles champion” in the company. It’s really so pathetic I don’t know if I’m supposed to laugh at him or tear his little head off. He’s like some pompous goody goody hiding behind a mask to play at a fantasy of being an evil overlord. It’s child’s playdate material. It’s like something out of literature by Roald Dahl … or more derogatory … Stephanie Meyer."*He spits a bit of bone and gristle behind him onto the floor and wipes his mouth on his massive, hairy arm.*
: "Lord Dominicus. Look at my face. This is the face you should have designed your mask after. But then, you shouldn’t need to hide behind a mask. It’s why I created my true face. To cover the horrible mask I was born with. So clean and pristine, so fake, so … detestable. What kind of evil overlord plays with chickens and small children? What kind of a villain has an evil plan that goes step 1: become a family man. Step 2: Invent plan later? You don’t want to rule, you just want the glorious trappings of a capitalist society. You want fame, fortune, attention … luxury. BAH! USELESS! All of it useless. Humanity is tied down by chains and civilization is the façade they use to convince you of its worth! Allow me to show you, little peon, what a true lord of humanity does. What a man in touch with what it means to be HUMAN can do. Then you can tuck your dinosaur pet’s tail between your legs and scupper off to some child’s birthday party so you can play the sad clown and make balloon animals for a living. Where a false monarch like yourself would actually be of use."*Primal tosses the turkey leg bone behind him where it clatters across the ground and into a wall. He then slowly looks back at the camera and smirks. Grease and juice drip down his beard from his mighty maw.*
: "Oh but there in my way as well is one, Jay Stevens."*He licks his lips in a disgusting way*
: "How fun it must be to play pretend with those other poor directionless souls Jay. How delightful it must be to hide behind the mask of friendship. How worthless it is to waste your time with those who would help chain your inner animal and mute your instincts. Oh but it’s all for the sake of TRAINING right Jay? Getting stronger, making gains, impressing the females. How droll and pointless this struggle is. You waste the livelihood you were born with on these frivolous pursuits. And all to fall at my feet in this lethal lottery. Seems lady luck is not on your side. Teamed with a petulant man-child against the specimen of perfection, the ultimate humanity has to offer."*He laughs maniacally and then leans real close to the camera so we can see his beard glisten and the grease stains on his well-worn “face”*
: "Jay, you want to step into the abyss … just show up to our match. I’m familiar with the abyss and I can send you there in style! After all … you clearly are unfamiliar with what a beast is. It’s up to me to show you the beast inside all men begging to be set free. The true spirit of humanity hid underneath the false veneer of society. Let me show you why it makes me sick and maybe you can see the truth and understand the potential we have!"*He leans in closer licking his lips and whispers*
: "Then again maybe I’ll just do what needs to be done and take what I want. This match, the double crown title, … maybe even your delicious looking friends. How tasty their tears and sorrow and fear and blood would be. That’s the name of the game, taking what I want. A man should get what he wants after all. Maybe that tasty little morsel Jenna should be with a true MAN!"*He steps back laughing showing off his bulky, hairy, tangled, frame.*
: "The possibilities for me are … endless. And all you two will get … is a probable end. So take in this world while you can because it all ceases to matter when the human is gone. And you two … are already gone."*Fade out*
