Post by Dave D-Flipz on Jun 14, 2021 0:38:54 GMT -5
"I don’t know what you were expecting Paul. I really don’t. It all seemed so obvious. It all seemed so standard. The man with all the answers, the man with the plan, the men with the army behind them. And not one of you could figure it out."
*Death Trap steps in front of the camera. We are in a dark locker room. DT is in his wrestling gear already, sporting his hat, shades, hoodie, tights, and a scowl the size of the Space Needle*
Death Trap: "I don’t get you. I never will. Because I am not a man who thinks the way you do. I don’t define success by the failings of others, the sorrow of others, the hatred of others. I don’t see myself as some kind of martyr for the cause or some kind of mastermind like you do. I’m just a wrestler, man. I’m here to put butts in seats, put on a show, and make money for whoever is footing the bill for the arena that day."
*He sits back on a bench with his arms folded over his chest. He looks to the side avoiding direct eye contact with the camera.*
Death Trap: "I’ve never been a guy who plans complex plans. I’m a simple guy. I go out there, I do what I do best, and I walk out when it’s over. The fans erupt in cheers. My name gets chanted. You make money. It’s not hard. It’s not a difficult thing to comprehend. So tell me where you all got it so wrong. At what point did ‘The Main Attraction’ become an enigma to you all? At what point did you get your heads so far up your ass you couldn’t even check your sources?"
*DT looks down to the ground letting his hoodie obscure his face, only the brim of his bowler hat visible under the fabric.*
Death Trap: "Let me spell things out for you real quick Armand and Paul. Let me make very clear where I stand in all of this. I came here to make you money. I came here as a guest attraction to boost your ratings. I came here to be an ambassador from the old XHF and from MCCW. I was a champion stepping foot in your house to help your business and one of your top stars. I was here … to wrestle. And somewhere in all the wrestling some complicated business plot took hold. Armand is here kidnapping, murdering, bribing, and blackmailing his way to control of the company. Armand is here having an army of men ruin the very show to make you money, for vainglorious personal reasons. And he’s driven away or injured all of your top stars. All the guys the fans PAY TO SEE. At what point did it become smart business to have nobody credible to challenge your top stars? Where in the lineup of business moves do we find purging the company of any reason to have a company? I don’t … get it. And I don’t claim to be a business mind. But it seems like a poor strategy. If only we had a way to know what would happen … OH FUCKING WAIT."
*DT lifts his head and pulls his hood down and his glasses off and stares a hole into the camera lens.*
Death Trap: "It’s called Riot Star Wrestling. It’s called Armand spending time in jail DESPITE all his money, business connections, blackmail, armies, etc. At what point do you screw up SO BAD that the Republican Party can look at you for inspiration on how to do corruption the best way possible, and you STILL CAN’T get away from the shit you pulled? It’s frankly awe-inspiring how pathetic Armand and his dealings are. Illegal! Illogical! And yet you decide … ‘yeah let’s hitch our wagon to this guy.’ You decide to fucking push the caravan off the cliff, while riding IN it, and wonder where you went wrong."
*DT throws his hat to the ground and stands up. He begins to pace with an antsy energy. We haven’t seen DT this deadly serious or angry in a very long time. The fire that drove him to the X*Crown after 16 years is back in droves. His eyes are glowing with intensity and annoyance at his lot in the fed. He fidgets as he talks, unable to contain the raw emotion*
Death Trap: "But let’s step beyond the long term and focus on me. After all I’m just a narcissist right? Self-serving. Let’s talk about how you paid to keep me around. You fell over yourself to keep me booked. You kept asking for more. And when MCCW vanished on me in the interim, it seemed like a good idea. Yeah I bought the shit. And now I feel burned. I feel like I can’t trust my own self to make decisions for my career. Discipline had you pegged from the outset. She warned me. But it was just a few dates. Just for the fans. I love wrestling to my very core. It’s what makes me whole, it’s what drives me. Hearing the fans, feeling the rush of the bright lights. Seeing my name in the marquee and holding those titles knowing I represent a company. It makes me belong."
*He sighs and sits back down, head in his hands*
Death Trap: "I don’t expect you to understand. It’s all business to you anyhow. Getting in the ring is a last resort to get what you want or have some fun. But this is what I am, who I am, all I know. I live for this shit. I fought for so long to get my mind back, to reclaim it from what this business did to it. And I threw myself right back into it the moment I could. I never intended to come back full time, it just happened. It was supposed to be one last match once I could think straight. End of Days legends celebration. But I couldn’t let it go. I had my life back. I had to live it. I could train a new generation and finally do things I’d never done before. I could bleed for this business again. I could get the fans on their feet again. And for the first time in my career, my peers respected me. It wasn’t all bile and hatred spewed at me, telling me I wasn’t worthy. I didn’t deserve it. No it was people predicting me to win the big matches. People actually cheering my wins. People standing behind me and congratulating me. I had … what I wanted … what the original XHF could never give me. I felt fulfilled. And you… tried … to take it from me … for literally no reason. I can’t express in words what kind of literal human shit I think you are Armand. And Paul is only marginally better. Maybe."
*He looks into the camera again and gets very intense*
Death Trap: "Look at what happens everywhere Armand goes. Wherever his reach touches. People get hurt. FOR SPORT! THIS IS A SPORT! IT’S ENTERTAINMENT! And he’s out there KILLING people, torturing people, kidnapping loved ones. He’s a fucking legit international criminal. Like FBI Most Wanted. And you hooked your horse to that. What a shit owner and pathetic excuse for a man you must be Suit. And the board lets you run this place … what a travesty. What a tragedy in our time. The sport may never recover from the reputation Armand von Krauss is giving us. And SWAT looks the worst for it. You have me and Linda and some luchadors. And then a bunch of lowlifes and scum. And you have a history of authority figures that includes Armand, Soutter, and Zoran GODDAMN FUCKING SAINOVIC! Talk about setting the bar low. The only reason Mongo keeps you around is so he looks like a fucking saint in comparison. The fat ass goes from evil corporate bigwig to ‘LOL that fat guy who loses to goats and got kicked in the dick a bunch!’"
*DT stands up again and looks around his locker room.*
Death Trap: "And so here I sit. A man against the world. Odds very poor I walk out of here ALIVE nevermind the winner. But let me tell you exactly how this is gonna go down Suit. First, I’m going to meet up with my tag team partner. Second, she and I are going to march to the ring and pick apart your job squad that is set in front of us. And let’s be real you are feeding them to the wolves. They are going to drive out in their stereotype laden taxi, get a pop from the crowd, set relations between the US, Australia and India back forty years, and then they are both going to tap out. No, we won’t injure your roster, that would be stupid. But we will make them cry for their mommies. And we will advance with little resistance. It’s kind of what we do. It took Radu Matei and the most motivated Anthony Caffrey to barely eke out a win against Top of the Class. The Indian Assassins are not going to be an imposition."
*DT looks at his phone to see the brackets. He smirks. He looks back into the camera.*
Death Trap: "And then we are going to get a chance to really sink our teeth into this roster. Because either we get a man who tried to end my career, and Radu’s, and his knock off of a true champion. Good to see him coming back and out of your grip. Or we get the king of sleaze and the master of tease. And I gotta say, it’s a real tough choice for me. Cuz part of me really wants to stuff one of my old socks down Rally Jackson’s throat. After all what’s a tag tourney without a good rib right Rally? And then I can shut his fat ass down and make him watch as his minion loses him his chance at returning to glory as I hold him down while Mistress Discipline torques his neck out of place and he throws in the towel. Hard to find good help when you are such a shitty human Rally. Ironic, the Golden God turns out to be a false idol. The golden bull falling to the wayside to the better option."
*DT sits down with a laugh*
Death Trap: "But then on the other hand, I’d love to get a chance to have a real wrestling match with the pie guys. After all, all they can talk about is how we shouldn’t have won because the match sucked. Well I’’m not best pleased either. But we drew what we drew. And you weren’t better than us. Swapping NJC for Ox isn’t going to change much. Here’s the deal Keith. You are clearly the better wrestlers than Rally. And honeslty part of me wants that challenge and to prove you wrong. But you are just so goddamn repellant. You and Ox could be superstars but you disgust everyone. It’s a shame to see wasted talent. But I’ll tell you what. If you can get past Rally and his costume party pal, Mistress and I promise to give you the match you so desire. And then you can KNOW for sure we are the better wrestlers. And the sad part is you MIGHT have had a chance. You could have put on a great match and had it be one of those, ‘on any given day either team could win!’ moments. But I have a mission. And I will not rest until I stand in the ring, Mistress by my side, across from Armand and Frostbite. And nothing is going to get in my way. Not a golden god. Not a king of sleaze. Not some luchadors, some Canadians, some loving couple, or an insane man and his insane girl."
*DT hears a knock at his door. He softens his tone and lowers his volume to finish up*
Death Trap: "And not … me. I will not stand in my own way. This ANZAC cup is not about putting on a show. It’s not about playing to the fans. It’s about giving them … AND ME … what we need. What has to happen. And nothing … and no one … and no sense of morality or conscience … will keep me from ruining the KGB’s day. I will … have my moment, if I have to claw it from the battered bodies of four clowns, from the crushed spirits of six top tier competitors. I will show Armand why you do NOT make things personal with me. After all, I’m the Main Attraction, the submission master, the unbreakable will. Or more simply? I’m … the best damn technical wrestler … in the goddamned world. And none of you will forget it."
*DT goes to open his locker room door to his partner.*
*Death Trap steps in front of the camera. We are in a dark locker room. DT is in his wrestling gear already, sporting his hat, shades, hoodie, tights, and a scowl the size of the Space Needle*
Death Trap: "I don’t get you. I never will. Because I am not a man who thinks the way you do. I don’t define success by the failings of others, the sorrow of others, the hatred of others. I don’t see myself as some kind of martyr for the cause or some kind of mastermind like you do. I’m just a wrestler, man. I’m here to put butts in seats, put on a show, and make money for whoever is footing the bill for the arena that day."
*He sits back on a bench with his arms folded over his chest. He looks to the side avoiding direct eye contact with the camera.*
Death Trap: "I’ve never been a guy who plans complex plans. I’m a simple guy. I go out there, I do what I do best, and I walk out when it’s over. The fans erupt in cheers. My name gets chanted. You make money. It’s not hard. It’s not a difficult thing to comprehend. So tell me where you all got it so wrong. At what point did ‘The Main Attraction’ become an enigma to you all? At what point did you get your heads so far up your ass you couldn’t even check your sources?"
*DT looks down to the ground letting his hoodie obscure his face, only the brim of his bowler hat visible under the fabric.*
Death Trap: "Let me spell things out for you real quick Armand and Paul. Let me make very clear where I stand in all of this. I came here to make you money. I came here as a guest attraction to boost your ratings. I came here to be an ambassador from the old XHF and from MCCW. I was a champion stepping foot in your house to help your business and one of your top stars. I was here … to wrestle. And somewhere in all the wrestling some complicated business plot took hold. Armand is here kidnapping, murdering, bribing, and blackmailing his way to control of the company. Armand is here having an army of men ruin the very show to make you money, for vainglorious personal reasons. And he’s driven away or injured all of your top stars. All the guys the fans PAY TO SEE. At what point did it become smart business to have nobody credible to challenge your top stars? Where in the lineup of business moves do we find purging the company of any reason to have a company? I don’t … get it. And I don’t claim to be a business mind. But it seems like a poor strategy. If only we had a way to know what would happen … OH FUCKING WAIT."
*DT lifts his head and pulls his hood down and his glasses off and stares a hole into the camera lens.*
Death Trap: "It’s called Riot Star Wrestling. It’s called Armand spending time in jail DESPITE all his money, business connections, blackmail, armies, etc. At what point do you screw up SO BAD that the Republican Party can look at you for inspiration on how to do corruption the best way possible, and you STILL CAN’T get away from the shit you pulled? It’s frankly awe-inspiring how pathetic Armand and his dealings are. Illegal! Illogical! And yet you decide … ‘yeah let’s hitch our wagon to this guy.’ You decide to fucking push the caravan off the cliff, while riding IN it, and wonder where you went wrong."
*DT throws his hat to the ground and stands up. He begins to pace with an antsy energy. We haven’t seen DT this deadly serious or angry in a very long time. The fire that drove him to the X*Crown after 16 years is back in droves. His eyes are glowing with intensity and annoyance at his lot in the fed. He fidgets as he talks, unable to contain the raw emotion*
Death Trap: "But let’s step beyond the long term and focus on me. After all I’m just a narcissist right? Self-serving. Let’s talk about how you paid to keep me around. You fell over yourself to keep me booked. You kept asking for more. And when MCCW vanished on me in the interim, it seemed like a good idea. Yeah I bought the shit. And now I feel burned. I feel like I can’t trust my own self to make decisions for my career. Discipline had you pegged from the outset. She warned me. But it was just a few dates. Just for the fans. I love wrestling to my very core. It’s what makes me whole, it’s what drives me. Hearing the fans, feeling the rush of the bright lights. Seeing my name in the marquee and holding those titles knowing I represent a company. It makes me belong."
*He sighs and sits back down, head in his hands*
Death Trap: "I don’t expect you to understand. It’s all business to you anyhow. Getting in the ring is a last resort to get what you want or have some fun. But this is what I am, who I am, all I know. I live for this shit. I fought for so long to get my mind back, to reclaim it from what this business did to it. And I threw myself right back into it the moment I could. I never intended to come back full time, it just happened. It was supposed to be one last match once I could think straight. End of Days legends celebration. But I couldn’t let it go. I had my life back. I had to live it. I could train a new generation and finally do things I’d never done before. I could bleed for this business again. I could get the fans on their feet again. And for the first time in my career, my peers respected me. It wasn’t all bile and hatred spewed at me, telling me I wasn’t worthy. I didn’t deserve it. No it was people predicting me to win the big matches. People actually cheering my wins. People standing behind me and congratulating me. I had … what I wanted … what the original XHF could never give me. I felt fulfilled. And you… tried … to take it from me … for literally no reason. I can’t express in words what kind of literal human shit I think you are Armand. And Paul is only marginally better. Maybe."
*He looks into the camera again and gets very intense*
Death Trap: "Look at what happens everywhere Armand goes. Wherever his reach touches. People get hurt. FOR SPORT! THIS IS A SPORT! IT’S ENTERTAINMENT! And he’s out there KILLING people, torturing people, kidnapping loved ones. He’s a fucking legit international criminal. Like FBI Most Wanted. And you hooked your horse to that. What a shit owner and pathetic excuse for a man you must be Suit. And the board lets you run this place … what a travesty. What a tragedy in our time. The sport may never recover from the reputation Armand von Krauss is giving us. And SWAT looks the worst for it. You have me and Linda and some luchadors. And then a bunch of lowlifes and scum. And you have a history of authority figures that includes Armand, Soutter, and Zoran GODDAMN FUCKING SAINOVIC! Talk about setting the bar low. The only reason Mongo keeps you around is so he looks like a fucking saint in comparison. The fat ass goes from evil corporate bigwig to ‘LOL that fat guy who loses to goats and got kicked in the dick a bunch!’"
*DT stands up again and looks around his locker room.*
Death Trap: "And so here I sit. A man against the world. Odds very poor I walk out of here ALIVE nevermind the winner. But let me tell you exactly how this is gonna go down Suit. First, I’m going to meet up with my tag team partner. Second, she and I are going to march to the ring and pick apart your job squad that is set in front of us. And let’s be real you are feeding them to the wolves. They are going to drive out in their stereotype laden taxi, get a pop from the crowd, set relations between the US, Australia and India back forty years, and then they are both going to tap out. No, we won’t injure your roster, that would be stupid. But we will make them cry for their mommies. And we will advance with little resistance. It’s kind of what we do. It took Radu Matei and the most motivated Anthony Caffrey to barely eke out a win against Top of the Class. The Indian Assassins are not going to be an imposition."
*DT looks at his phone to see the brackets. He smirks. He looks back into the camera.*
Death Trap: "And then we are going to get a chance to really sink our teeth into this roster. Because either we get a man who tried to end my career, and Radu’s, and his knock off of a true champion. Good to see him coming back and out of your grip. Or we get the king of sleaze and the master of tease. And I gotta say, it’s a real tough choice for me. Cuz part of me really wants to stuff one of my old socks down Rally Jackson’s throat. After all what’s a tag tourney without a good rib right Rally? And then I can shut his fat ass down and make him watch as his minion loses him his chance at returning to glory as I hold him down while Mistress Discipline torques his neck out of place and he throws in the towel. Hard to find good help when you are such a shitty human Rally. Ironic, the Golden God turns out to be a false idol. The golden bull falling to the wayside to the better option."
*DT sits down with a laugh*
Death Trap: "But then on the other hand, I’d love to get a chance to have a real wrestling match with the pie guys. After all, all they can talk about is how we shouldn’t have won because the match sucked. Well I’’m not best pleased either. But we drew what we drew. And you weren’t better than us. Swapping NJC for Ox isn’t going to change much. Here’s the deal Keith. You are clearly the better wrestlers than Rally. And honeslty part of me wants that challenge and to prove you wrong. But you are just so goddamn repellant. You and Ox could be superstars but you disgust everyone. It’s a shame to see wasted talent. But I’ll tell you what. If you can get past Rally and his costume party pal, Mistress and I promise to give you the match you so desire. And then you can KNOW for sure we are the better wrestlers. And the sad part is you MIGHT have had a chance. You could have put on a great match and had it be one of those, ‘on any given day either team could win!’ moments. But I have a mission. And I will not rest until I stand in the ring, Mistress by my side, across from Armand and Frostbite. And nothing is going to get in my way. Not a golden god. Not a king of sleaze. Not some luchadors, some Canadians, some loving couple, or an insane man and his insane girl."
*DT hears a knock at his door. He softens his tone and lowers his volume to finish up*
Death Trap: "And not … me. I will not stand in my own way. This ANZAC cup is not about putting on a show. It’s not about playing to the fans. It’s about giving them … AND ME … what we need. What has to happen. And nothing … and no one … and no sense of morality or conscience … will keep me from ruining the KGB’s day. I will … have my moment, if I have to claw it from the battered bodies of four clowns, from the crushed spirits of six top tier competitors. I will show Armand why you do NOT make things personal with me. After all, I’m the Main Attraction, the submission master, the unbreakable will. Or more simply? I’m … the best damn technical wrestler … in the goddamned world. And none of you will forget it."
*DT goes to open his locker room door to his partner.*
