Post by Dave D-Flipz on Mar 10, 2021 10:56:25 GMT -5
*Death Trap sits alone in a locker room. He is looking down at his hands as he wraps them for his match. He is somber and deep in thought.*
"What does one do when one’s place is infested with all manner of vermin and parasites?"
*He glances up at the camera*
"You call the exterminator."
*He looks back down as he slowly wraps his hands.*
"I think deep down that’s what Radu was doing when he called me to help out Paul against the KGB and Society. Radu knew deep down the place he loved was once again overrun with parasitic monsters. And he knew he didn’t have enough left to take them down alone. So he called me knowing I would make this my fight after they made it personal. This was supposed to be a short stint, a few matches. A favor. Fun. But then Armand tried to hurt my friends for literally no gain on his part. Rally tried to end my career for shits and giggles. This whole place has become a mad power fantasy for the self-proclaimed upper class. To the point where they ACTUALLY HAVE the power and it isn’t enough for them. And so they step out of line and endanger the very house they sought to own."
*He pulls his hat off and sets it on the bench next to him as he then sits back against the lockers on his bench.*
"It’s the old mantra of getting the spiders out with a flamethrower. There is no tact or subtlety to these assholes. They say the silent part right out in the open and they make it known they will burn the whole place down for even a little gain. And they will do and use whoever and whatever they can to do it. There’s a perverse sense of pride in their actions. The problem is, to do what you all want to do … REQUIRES some subtlety. It requires care and caution. Because the fact is you DON’T own this place yet. And beyond that if you don’t think the Network or the fucking police will step in if you take it too far … well then keep doing what you’re doing. Armand … how WAS that stint in the gulag? To your liking I assume?"
*DT rocks back forwards and sets his hands tented in front of his face*
"It’s funny. Though the record may show I lost that match to Armand, we all know the truth. I was never incapacitated, nor strapped to the stretcher, as made evident when you tipped it over and left me to rot Joanne. Meanwhile Armand was incapacitated. I held up my end of the match. What’s funny is you think I care what the record book says. This was never about titles or records. I’m old enough, been around long enough, where any string of matches has little effect on my overall standings and my legend status. That’s kid games. I care about the health of the industry and the enjoyment of the fans. Because they are the lifeblood that gives you all this setting to ply your shenanigans. You all seem to forget that if the fans up and decide to abandon you, your little platform to cover your deeds goes away in a flash of gunsmoke."
*He places something on the bench next to him, we can’t make out what it is but it’s emitting a touch of smoke. And then he puts a box down. He looks at he camera*
"See here’s the thing you all don’t know about of me. I am actually very good … at finishing things I start. Sure the naysayers will say I like to choke when it matters, or have a history of injuries derailing me. But look DEEPER at my career and you will see every title I promised to win, I made good on. I keep my promises. And you’ll find in THIS run, my second life if you will, I’ve been remarkably good at taking anything you all can dish out and turning it back a hundred fold on you. Eichi Yamaguchi was my kryptonite … but I’ve now bested him three straight times and basically eliminated him from title pictures. Jason Justice embarrassed me in my first title reign … and I took it right back. Despite all Armand and Rally have thrown at me … here I sit … asking for more …"
*He puts his hat back on and pushes the brim down so it frames his eyes with shadow as he glares into the camera.*
"See Joanne you make a lot of assumptions about me. As if I’m some dumb child who can’t see the error of their ways, learn from their mistakes, or understand consequences. But there are two key facts to remember. Armand … came at me. He wanted the match in JROK, I had finished with you all and was happy to return to MCCW, my debts paid. But Armand couldn’t handle being the lesser man and had to turn this whole thing into some colossal dickwaving contest. And second … I make taking down factions my super power. You can try and act like I’m an idiot all you want but when it comes to fighting the power at a huge numbers disadvantage? I’m a savant. There are countless top factions who ran things until they decided to piss me off or pick a fight that now lay in the bowels of history. Barely remembered. No Joanne, the minute Armand made that challenge I knew what was in store for me if I said yes. Actually if I said no as well I have to guess since Armand doesn’t seem the type to take no easily."
*DT sits back again, more relaxed.*
"Quite frankly my dear, it isn’t I who underestimated him or you or the KGB. It’s you all who continue to underestimate both my abilities, and my drive to finish what I started. And when I am done, I will stand over Armand as he gasps for air after being choked the fuck out. I will look around me and see a gaggle of clowns bloody and unconscious on the mat. I’ll see you nursing your wounds and seething at me in the ring. I’ll see Mr. Tuck begging you for his life. I’ll see Frostbite on the ground crying to his phone about the belt he’ll never see again. And I’ll see Eric Dane stick his tail between his legs and go back to Canada where he might actually pass as a legend."
*DT laughs a bit*
"You all seem to have this image in your head of me as a gladhanding, smiling, goofball yes man. Someone to be derided and beaten down. Someone with no real gumption or passion. But what I am, is the vessel through with the fans can express their desires and love for this sport. What I am is the great white whale for a faction like yours … or the Society … or the ReVenants. When it comes to all these games of power and influence … I’m the godfather. I’m the man who stood on top of the industry 15 years ago, and again now. I am what younger wrestlers aspire to be. And I am a nightmare to controlling, egomaniacal, parasitic teams like yours Joanne. When it comes down to it, you may think you call the shots. You may think you have power. But I respect only one power in this industry. The fans who chant my name as I hand you all your asses. As it takes everything you have, numbers, sneak attacks, weapons, unwinnable situations … and I walk straight through the fire like some wraith out for your blood. Do I scare you? Probably not. Should you be afraid? That all depends on how far you wanna walk me down this path. You do not wanna push me into a blind corner and back my back against the wall. You may not like what you find happening. Something rather unexpected. And hey, if you are what you say you are then maybe my submissions won’t work. Maybe choking you out won’t show you how deadly serious I can be. In which case? I find another way to stake my claim, and take out the heart of the KGB."
*He smirks as he lets it sink in*
"But hey, I’m good at taking care of business when the time calls for it. I’m a good man at heart … but that doesn’t mean I don’t know what it takes to be a bad motherfucker. That doesn’t mean I ain’t MADE of something more. And I know how to get my way in the end. After all, what are we Italians without … family …? Miss Canelli, I think you need to reevaluate the people you trust. Because I’m going to tear them all down."
*DT smirks as he stands up and grabs a box. He opens it and sniffs deep. Fresh cannoli. He grabs and eats one as he walks away with the whole box, there on the bench is left a smoking gun (it’s a gun shaped lighter don’t worry). The symbolism isn’t lost on the cameraman*
"What does one do when one’s place is infested with all manner of vermin and parasites?"
*He glances up at the camera*
"You call the exterminator."
*He looks back down as he slowly wraps his hands.*
"I think deep down that’s what Radu was doing when he called me to help out Paul against the KGB and Society. Radu knew deep down the place he loved was once again overrun with parasitic monsters. And he knew he didn’t have enough left to take them down alone. So he called me knowing I would make this my fight after they made it personal. This was supposed to be a short stint, a few matches. A favor. Fun. But then Armand tried to hurt my friends for literally no gain on his part. Rally tried to end my career for shits and giggles. This whole place has become a mad power fantasy for the self-proclaimed upper class. To the point where they ACTUALLY HAVE the power and it isn’t enough for them. And so they step out of line and endanger the very house they sought to own."
*He pulls his hat off and sets it on the bench next to him as he then sits back against the lockers on his bench.*
"It’s the old mantra of getting the spiders out with a flamethrower. There is no tact or subtlety to these assholes. They say the silent part right out in the open and they make it known they will burn the whole place down for even a little gain. And they will do and use whoever and whatever they can to do it. There’s a perverse sense of pride in their actions. The problem is, to do what you all want to do … REQUIRES some subtlety. It requires care and caution. Because the fact is you DON’T own this place yet. And beyond that if you don’t think the Network or the fucking police will step in if you take it too far … well then keep doing what you’re doing. Armand … how WAS that stint in the gulag? To your liking I assume?"
*DT rocks back forwards and sets his hands tented in front of his face*
"It’s funny. Though the record may show I lost that match to Armand, we all know the truth. I was never incapacitated, nor strapped to the stretcher, as made evident when you tipped it over and left me to rot Joanne. Meanwhile Armand was incapacitated. I held up my end of the match. What’s funny is you think I care what the record book says. This was never about titles or records. I’m old enough, been around long enough, where any string of matches has little effect on my overall standings and my legend status. That’s kid games. I care about the health of the industry and the enjoyment of the fans. Because they are the lifeblood that gives you all this setting to ply your shenanigans. You all seem to forget that if the fans up and decide to abandon you, your little platform to cover your deeds goes away in a flash of gunsmoke."
*He places something on the bench next to him, we can’t make out what it is but it’s emitting a touch of smoke. And then he puts a box down. He looks at he camera*
"See here’s the thing you all don’t know about of me. I am actually very good … at finishing things I start. Sure the naysayers will say I like to choke when it matters, or have a history of injuries derailing me. But look DEEPER at my career and you will see every title I promised to win, I made good on. I keep my promises. And you’ll find in THIS run, my second life if you will, I’ve been remarkably good at taking anything you all can dish out and turning it back a hundred fold on you. Eichi Yamaguchi was my kryptonite … but I’ve now bested him three straight times and basically eliminated him from title pictures. Jason Justice embarrassed me in my first title reign … and I took it right back. Despite all Armand and Rally have thrown at me … here I sit … asking for more …"
*He puts his hat back on and pushes the brim down so it frames his eyes with shadow as he glares into the camera.*
"See Joanne you make a lot of assumptions about me. As if I’m some dumb child who can’t see the error of their ways, learn from their mistakes, or understand consequences. But there are two key facts to remember. Armand … came at me. He wanted the match in JROK, I had finished with you all and was happy to return to MCCW, my debts paid. But Armand couldn’t handle being the lesser man and had to turn this whole thing into some colossal dickwaving contest. And second … I make taking down factions my super power. You can try and act like I’m an idiot all you want but when it comes to fighting the power at a huge numbers disadvantage? I’m a savant. There are countless top factions who ran things until they decided to piss me off or pick a fight that now lay in the bowels of history. Barely remembered. No Joanne, the minute Armand made that challenge I knew what was in store for me if I said yes. Actually if I said no as well I have to guess since Armand doesn’t seem the type to take no easily."
*DT sits back again, more relaxed.*
"Quite frankly my dear, it isn’t I who underestimated him or you or the KGB. It’s you all who continue to underestimate both my abilities, and my drive to finish what I started. And when I am done, I will stand over Armand as he gasps for air after being choked the fuck out. I will look around me and see a gaggle of clowns bloody and unconscious on the mat. I’ll see you nursing your wounds and seething at me in the ring. I’ll see Mr. Tuck begging you for his life. I’ll see Frostbite on the ground crying to his phone about the belt he’ll never see again. And I’ll see Eric Dane stick his tail between his legs and go back to Canada where he might actually pass as a legend."
*DT laughs a bit*
"You all seem to have this image in your head of me as a gladhanding, smiling, goofball yes man. Someone to be derided and beaten down. Someone with no real gumption or passion. But what I am, is the vessel through with the fans can express their desires and love for this sport. What I am is the great white whale for a faction like yours … or the Society … or the ReVenants. When it comes to all these games of power and influence … I’m the godfather. I’m the man who stood on top of the industry 15 years ago, and again now. I am what younger wrestlers aspire to be. And I am a nightmare to controlling, egomaniacal, parasitic teams like yours Joanne. When it comes down to it, you may think you call the shots. You may think you have power. But I respect only one power in this industry. The fans who chant my name as I hand you all your asses. As it takes everything you have, numbers, sneak attacks, weapons, unwinnable situations … and I walk straight through the fire like some wraith out for your blood. Do I scare you? Probably not. Should you be afraid? That all depends on how far you wanna walk me down this path. You do not wanna push me into a blind corner and back my back against the wall. You may not like what you find happening. Something rather unexpected. And hey, if you are what you say you are then maybe my submissions won’t work. Maybe choking you out won’t show you how deadly serious I can be. In which case? I find another way to stake my claim, and take out the heart of the KGB."
*He smirks as he lets it sink in*
"But hey, I’m good at taking care of business when the time calls for it. I’m a good man at heart … but that doesn’t mean I don’t know what it takes to be a bad motherfucker. That doesn’t mean I ain’t MADE of something more. And I know how to get my way in the end. After all, what are we Italians without … family …? Miss Canelli, I think you need to reevaluate the people you trust. Because I’m going to tear them all down."
*DT smirks as he stands up and grabs a box. He opens it and sniffs deep. Fresh cannoli. He grabs and eats one as he walks away with the whole box, there on the bench is left a smoking gun (it’s a gun shaped lighter don’t worry). The symbolism isn’t lost on the cameraman*
