Post by The Nihilists on Jan 29, 2021 23:23:02 GMT -5
~The scene opens in a hotel room. Everything seems normal. TV on the TV stand, two twin beds for two smaller men, a lounge chair, a minifridge loaded with overpriced goodies, a sewing machine on the desk being used furiously by a man with brown hair and facial hair, a shower that only runs icy or lava hot … wait what was that last one?~
~Sparks fly from whatever Esmur is sewing as he yelps and smacks the sparks and fire out. He looks around worried but nothing is damaged. Gebin cocks his eyebrows and leans in to get a good look.~
~Gebin again examines the material. He seems confused~
~Esmur smiles and turns to look at Gebin.~
~Esmur returns to his sewing. Gebin turns to the camera~
~More sparks from the sewing project cause the power in the room to go out. As the camera fades we hear~
"I can’t help but feel you are going overboard."
"That I am, but a big personality opposite me in the ring, combined with the scale of the match and the rewards on the line demand I do so. It has been so long since we allowed ourselves this excess. Not even when we won the XHF Tag titles."
"After our match at the next Inferno we will have enough points to take them back you know."
"All things in time Gebin. I am not looking past my opponent. His ego may be the size of Jupiter but his talents are not to be taken lightly. I find myself actually invested in this. Singles titles never meant much to me before but this challenge … it has me exhilarated. I wish to perform to the peak of my capabilities and show the boy and his robot sidekick who is boss."
"I think we wore out the movie references last time."
"Maybe so but this … art … will all be worth it when I appear in this homemade device at Supremacy to claim that Fireside title. How fitting … to ignite the fire within us, we come to this place. To find our tag mojo … and instead we have found singles glory as well. We have grown my friend. We are expanding our horizons and doing more than we ever thought possible."
"Yes. And when you defeat Misha and claim that title, nobody will ever doubt us again. People will tune in to see the Nihilists return to the global stage and dominate once again. Tag team of the year 2021, rags to riches story. And how fitting that we get to do it on the broken back and spirit of a self-proclaimed self-made God."
"The breadth and scope of the gap between Misha and actual Godhood is cavernous and vast. He is his own worst enemy and I intend to take advantage of that. Whereas the Mistress was unprepared in her strategy, and MAJESTY underestimated him and overestimated themself, I will not be so stricken. I have tapped into the darkness within and the power of the eternal void. The abyss, it spoke back to me. It inspired me."
~Sparks fly from whatever Esmur is sewing as he yelps and smacks the sparks and fire out. He looks around worried but nothing is damaged. Gebin cocks his eyebrows and leans in to get a good look.~
"Do forgive my forwardness but … what are you endeavoring to construct here?"
"Well, before that short circuit, I was trying to make myself a new pay-per-view only entrance attire to rival your glorious mask and gauntlets."
"I feel like some LEDs wouldn’t require advanced electronics knowledge to put together Esmur."
"Misha Constantine is a dense and arrogant man. He will not just see our message and accept it. I need to put the thought into his mind early and make it foment throughout. He must see the errors of his moniker and … I guess repent … I’m not sure to who but recompense is due!"
~Gebin again examines the material. He seems confused~
"Were you attempting to strike fear into his heart through self-immolation? Because based on the components and the stuff I’ve seen so far … that’s what will happen."
"Oh ye of little faith!"
"That is literally the entire point, it’s in the name."
"Good Misha impression. No, what I am endeavoring to build is a spectacle of glorious proportions to rival any religious display that people have put before these sporting events. A coat, a robe, to embody my distaste for the idea of deities and to make the self-proclaimed one in the ring fear for his very future. What a momentous start to 2021 to lose the top title in the fed to a man who ‘believes in nothing’. He made this personal by costing us our blow off match with the dracolich. And he broke my foreman grill. I was content to make this a battle of sports acumen and have a match to make the crowd go wild and leave people talking. Now … I intend to abscond with the entire show. And his title. I want to break him down to the level we were at when we found the abyss calling. I wish to save him and make him understand … by taking him to his lowest point. Let him stare into the abyss, and let it stare back into his very being."
"A disquieting moment. But not a bad idea. How better to get people to see the value of a life well lived, and to have them understand the message than to put them as low as we once were. And show them by our own example that you can overcome it and rise higher than ever on your own merits! You accomplish BOTH in one night with this match. Somehow I think Misha may be too far up his own … posterior … to see the value in this lesson however. He likely will just be angry and reject the very message."
~Esmur smiles and turns to look at Gebin.~
"It’s for his own good. He will one day see the light in the dark. The message will be imbedded to do its work on him. He will come around to our way of thinking and be a better person for it. And it starts by breaking down that arrogance and self-importance. It starts with the very psyche within him being broken and shattered. And my shatterscape is the very tool to end his suffering and free his mind. I find a bit of clarity is always appreciated."
~Esmur returns to his sewing. Gebin turns to the camera~
"Misha, you pointed out the difference between you and the being formerly known as Natasha. But you missed the similarities. You both need to be stopped you’re your own good. You both are so high on your own supply that you have lost the very fabric of reality. You both are off the deep end. It just so happens that she is certifiable and actively dangerous. You are just misguided and annoying. But don’t let that hinder you from bringing your best. My friend here will be more than ready to short-circuit your title reign and adjust your way of thinking. The mistake you made is thinking that MAJESTY or Mistress was a bigger threat than a honed, focused, polished in ring competitor whom you actively attacked last show."
"I may be walking the long road to Damascus Misha, but you sit perched under the Sword of Damocles. Your entire self-worth sits on a razor’s edge. And I intend to be the force that drives you straight off it. How fitting … Supremacy … because in the end, nothing can reign supreme over the darkness. And you are about to have your lights turned out."
~More sparks from the sewing project cause the power in the room to go out. As the camera fades we hear~
"Another short circuit."