Post by Dave D-Flipz on Jun 23, 2021 1:47:45 GMT -5
Mistress Discipline: That seemed entirely too easy.
*Mistress Discipline enters the locker room, barely breaking a sweat. Death Trap follows behind her with his trademark bowler hat on.*
Death Trap: Nah, we are just that good. Everyone is talking about us already. Well, the announcers, the guys who want me dead, and apparently this insane asshole who just climbed on the announce table to tell me I’m secretly an evil bastard because reasons.
*Chaos saunters into the room with a look of confusion on her face.*
Dr. Chaos: Reasons?
Death Trap: Apparently if you call out someone on their corruption it means you must also be corrupt somehow. Oh and I should be wrestling for free. Something like that. It’s like he doesn’t know that I’m not on a SWAT contract, I’m on an XHF Legends deal. Soutter doesn’t pay me, as if he would if he had to …
Mistress Discipline: I have said it before and I shall say it again: mental health care is health care. The XHF needs to improve their mental health options for those who have conversations with voids. If a non-human entity is providing instructions on how to live your best life, perhaps review the plan at a psychiatric hospital first.
Dr. Chaos: Why does that sound familiar?
Sarah: FIRE, Y’ALL!
*Sarah bounds into the room with a container full of fireball hard candy. She pops three in her mouth at once and looks happy … for approximately three seconds before she starts running around panting with her mouth open. She weaves in between our other three centers of attention as they talk, ignoring her.*
Mistress Discipline: An opponent who has long conversions with the vast nothingness. A wrestler who receives guidance from a non-entity entity. A guiding light that is only darkness. I think there have been a couple in Fireside including a recent champ who lost to-”
Dr. Chaos: Don’t say their name! At least Elmer Fudge and his BFF with the mask are a challenge. What are these lunatics bringing to the ring?
Death Trap: I mean he certainly talks more than them. It’s also like he doesn’t understand the concept of a bracket. He has to win ANOTHER match before he can worry about us. We were focused on the Indian Assassins and our possible second round opponents. And well, Armand because, let’s be real, there is ALWAYS a chance his minions interfere. But Donny boy here wants to focus on EVERYONE. He was lucky to get past Bloodied Fox. That’s the Junior Heavyweight Champ right there. You can’t split your attention and hope to focus on the now in the ring. His manager slash partner slash girlfriend with a violence fetish saved his dumb ass.
Mistress Discipline: Domestic violence is not an expression of love and it should NOT be trivialized. Their relationship is a disaster waiting to happen both on a personal and professional level. How can Donzig think to have a manager who is just as likely to give them a concussion as their opponent?
*DT winces, this hits home as he remembers his ex-wife and her frying pans*
Death Trap: No honey, I didn’t forget to take out the trash.
*They all whip around to look at him with confusion as he stares into space. Sarah’s mouth lolls open and the hard candy drops to the floor.*
Dr. Chaos: Sarah, just because this is not our home does NOT mean you can spit on the ground. But don’t touch the floor here because someone else probably has.
Mistress Discipline: A valid concern but not the focus right now. Death Trap, do you hear the shower running? Do you see the distinct lack of naked men around you? Do you smell their need for a shower?
Death Trap: Right yes! Sorry. That never usually happens. Was pretty sure I had repressed all that.
*He shakes his head and focuses again.*
Dr. Chaos: I’d like to repress the “Danzig” music that DJ played last night. Am I right?
Mistress Discipline: Chaos … that joke has been made quite frequently and has lost all meaning, try harder next time.
Death Trap: Tell you something though, this guy is a real mother after all.
*Crickets from the crew. Sarah pops another couple candy in her mouth … and three seconds later is yelping and fanning her face*
Death Trap: Because … Danzig? It’s a … nevermind.
*Mistress Discipline glares at him and shakes her head*
Death Trap: What I MEAN is the dude is everywhere. He is stretched so thin it’s like he’s trying to make a pizza dough out of himself. You can see right through that windowpane.
Dr. Chaos: I don’t see what Italian food has to do with a nutcase.
Mistress Discipline: He does look a little over-proofed doughy of late.
Death Trap: Donzig is in NPW, SWAT, Fireside, global shows, he’s … EVERYWHERE! His body has to be a wreck as much as his mind. The dude has no chill. And I can respect his drive to compete and all but … at a certain point you reach a breaking point. And I know we will be the ones to stop him if he makes it to us. It’s like he didn’t hear my whole speech before the rumble last year about making the hard sell. We are ALL salesmen, selling our own selves as entertainment. But he clearly has a jaded view of the world. I mean, he believes in nothing and is projecting his own insecurities on everyone else.
Mistress Discipline: You DO talk a good game, in all fairness.
Death Trap: Yes, but that isn’t the point. I’ve been nothing but honest. I know what I am, we know what WE are. And he is so far off base he might as well be on the moon. I am old enough and financially secure enough that I truly am doing this for everyone else. The rush I get from the fans, the thrill I get from a good opponent, the people at home who want a good show. And to compare me to a black hearted son of a bitch like Armand von Krauss is shameful. Anyone with eyes can see I am a higher class of person than that wonton criminal and his sleazy crew. Donzig I don’t intend to escape you. I intend to do what I always do. Run head first into my problems and break them in my submissions. It’s kind of my thing.
Mistress Discipline: Our thing. WE are a team and we will show it here at SWAT before showing it to the Network. I am with you in sickness and in health.
*DT nods in agreement. He sits down on the bench in the room and kicks his feet onto the lockers doors to relax.*
Mistress Discipline: But first we must face our next challenge, who are similarly sleazy.
Death Trap: Don’t remind me. Keith Williams was doing what Donzig is doing before Donzig was even a note in the XHF website roster pages. Running from place to place, trying to take everyone out. Look, we all know Keith is supremely talented in the ring. But right now? I don’t think he is the same guy. He’s frazzled, put out, lashing out at everyone for his perceived slights instead of focusing on his own failures.
Dr. Chaos: Like pie related justice!
Mistress Discipline: At least this time we will not have to worry about getting cream pied. Though from what I have seen of their recent workouts, they sure do end up with stuff on their faces. And, before you ask, no Chaos, we will not bring our cupcake tasting into the ring. I have no faith in their ability to judge even a cupcake and I will not see this match devolve into an attempt to recreate our last encounter.
Death Trap: This match will be much less sweet and tasty. The ReVenants are not a joke, they just act like it. Osland is probably the most underrated wrestler in the business. In no small part due to the company he keeps and the hullabaloo his womanizing ways have caused. And Keith, on his game, is one of the best in the ring. That said … good ol’ DT has their number. They may be good, but they aren’t on my level right now. I’ve been out here show after show holding my own against 10 or more assholes who ACTUALLY want me injured permanently. Keith’s brand of violence is pathetic compared to that.
*DT plants his feet back on the ground and pushes up to a standing position. Sarah runs around and gulp down the fireball candy. MD and Chaos both look at DT and appear in thought*
Mistress Discipline: You know my stance on the extra violence this place seems to find for you. All those who wish to see you harmed seemed to be in the general area of SWAT. But our opponents have made more poor life choices outside of the ring that I feel can be used to our advantage. Just think on how Oxford fusses away his valuable time trying to get on bad soap operas instead of training. Or how he seems intent on making the portly world champion his personal advertisement for his wolf whistle class. Oh, and need I remind you, the drawn on moustache on the face mask? I am pretty sure Keith Williams’s entire sense of self worth is entirely housed in his upper lip hair.
Death Trap: Fair points. Look I know that Keith and Ox are revolting humans. But in the ring they are technical wizards. Keith wants to complain we never pinned him. Well we can rectify that. He wants to experience one of us on top of him then who are we to deny him that?
Dr. Chaos: PHRASING!
Mistress Discipline: Care to make a wager on which of us will make him cry and tap him out? Given what I know, I am confident that I can dominate him. Shove him to the ground and really work his body over until he-
Dr. Chaos: I am stopping you there.
Death Trap: You read my mind. We all know where this is heading. Donzig has made clear he wants a piece of us. So it’s only fair we give it to him and spare him the pain of having to fight his Call to Arms buddies. And sadly for the Revs? That means it’s time for us to Rev it up and Run them down.
Dr. Chaos: … THAT’S what you’re going with?
Mistress Discipline: What else should he say? I think we have made it very clear that they are not alphas in even their own pack and certainty stand no chance against ours. There is no question.
Death Trap: Keith Williams has become all talk. Instead of focusing on improving he shuns those who would help him and cries into the wind about … something. I stopped paying attention after the temper tantrum over his moustache being ripped out. And Ox? Dude seems to really want to think of you as just a caricature. How many times must we tell people your title is based on your educational degree. Mistress … Discipline. No of. No sex and bondage.
Dr. Chaos: *Under her breath* Not for lack of trying, mind you…
Death Trap: Once again focusing only on our perceived relationship. It strikes me as odd how many people overlook you, and say you are in my shadow. When quite honestly, you have exceeded all my expectations and have become a champion wrestler all on your own. If they are expecting some light bondage, then the degree of contortion our submissions bring to them will leave them gasping for air, clinging to life. Just like the first time Keith and his crony Neo James Carner overlooked us. Our strategies are like art and song in motion. And it will be second verse, same as the first.
Mistress Discipline: And that is precisely the point we need to make. If they insist on seeing us as two separate fighters, one washed up and one a joke, then they will continue to fall short in the ring and be graded as such.
Death Trap: Look they don’t pay me to be a poet. I’m a wrestler. And I am going to give Keith the REAL loss he clearly wants. His self-destructive ways can only be covered up by Ox for so long. And that means you need to send him to detention. To Think about what he’s done so far. First the Revs, then Donzig, and then, in all likelihood, revenge against the KGB.
*Fade out*
*Mistress Discipline enters the locker room, barely breaking a sweat. Death Trap follows behind her with his trademark bowler hat on.*
Death Trap: Nah, we are just that good. Everyone is talking about us already. Well, the announcers, the guys who want me dead, and apparently this insane asshole who just climbed on the announce table to tell me I’m secretly an evil bastard because reasons.
*Chaos saunters into the room with a look of confusion on her face.*
Dr. Chaos: Reasons?
Death Trap: Apparently if you call out someone on their corruption it means you must also be corrupt somehow. Oh and I should be wrestling for free. Something like that. It’s like he doesn’t know that I’m not on a SWAT contract, I’m on an XHF Legends deal. Soutter doesn’t pay me, as if he would if he had to …
Mistress Discipline: I have said it before and I shall say it again: mental health care is health care. The XHF needs to improve their mental health options for those who have conversations with voids. If a non-human entity is providing instructions on how to live your best life, perhaps review the plan at a psychiatric hospital first.
Dr. Chaos: Why does that sound familiar?
Sarah: FIRE, Y’ALL!
*Sarah bounds into the room with a container full of fireball hard candy. She pops three in her mouth at once and looks happy … for approximately three seconds before she starts running around panting with her mouth open. She weaves in between our other three centers of attention as they talk, ignoring her.*
Mistress Discipline: An opponent who has long conversions with the vast nothingness. A wrestler who receives guidance from a non-entity entity. A guiding light that is only darkness. I think there have been a couple in Fireside including a recent champ who lost to-”
Dr. Chaos: Don’t say their name! At least Elmer Fudge and his BFF with the mask are a challenge. What are these lunatics bringing to the ring?
Death Trap: I mean he certainly talks more than them. It’s also like he doesn’t understand the concept of a bracket. He has to win ANOTHER match before he can worry about us. We were focused on the Indian Assassins and our possible second round opponents. And well, Armand because, let’s be real, there is ALWAYS a chance his minions interfere. But Donny boy here wants to focus on EVERYONE. He was lucky to get past Bloodied Fox. That’s the Junior Heavyweight Champ right there. You can’t split your attention and hope to focus on the now in the ring. His manager slash partner slash girlfriend with a violence fetish saved his dumb ass.
Mistress Discipline: Domestic violence is not an expression of love and it should NOT be trivialized. Their relationship is a disaster waiting to happen both on a personal and professional level. How can Donzig think to have a manager who is just as likely to give them a concussion as their opponent?
*DT winces, this hits home as he remembers his ex-wife and her frying pans*
Death Trap: No honey, I didn’t forget to take out the trash.
*They all whip around to look at him with confusion as he stares into space. Sarah’s mouth lolls open and the hard candy drops to the floor.*
Dr. Chaos: Sarah, just because this is not our home does NOT mean you can spit on the ground. But don’t touch the floor here because someone else probably has.
Mistress Discipline: A valid concern but not the focus right now. Death Trap, do you hear the shower running? Do you see the distinct lack of naked men around you? Do you smell their need for a shower?
Death Trap: Right yes! Sorry. That never usually happens. Was pretty sure I had repressed all that.
*He shakes his head and focuses again.*
Dr. Chaos: I’d like to repress the “Danzig” music that DJ played last night. Am I right?
Mistress Discipline: Chaos … that joke has been made quite frequently and has lost all meaning, try harder next time.
Death Trap: Tell you something though, this guy is a real mother after all.
*Crickets from the crew. Sarah pops another couple candy in her mouth … and three seconds later is yelping and fanning her face*
Death Trap: Because … Danzig? It’s a … nevermind.
*Mistress Discipline glares at him and shakes her head*
Death Trap: What I MEAN is the dude is everywhere. He is stretched so thin it’s like he’s trying to make a pizza dough out of himself. You can see right through that windowpane.
Dr. Chaos: I don’t see what Italian food has to do with a nutcase.
Mistress Discipline: He does look a little over-proofed doughy of late.
Death Trap: Donzig is in NPW, SWAT, Fireside, global shows, he’s … EVERYWHERE! His body has to be a wreck as much as his mind. The dude has no chill. And I can respect his drive to compete and all but … at a certain point you reach a breaking point. And I know we will be the ones to stop him if he makes it to us. It’s like he didn’t hear my whole speech before the rumble last year about making the hard sell. We are ALL salesmen, selling our own selves as entertainment. But he clearly has a jaded view of the world. I mean, he believes in nothing and is projecting his own insecurities on everyone else.
Mistress Discipline: You DO talk a good game, in all fairness.
Death Trap: Yes, but that isn’t the point. I’ve been nothing but honest. I know what I am, we know what WE are. And he is so far off base he might as well be on the moon. I am old enough and financially secure enough that I truly am doing this for everyone else. The rush I get from the fans, the thrill I get from a good opponent, the people at home who want a good show. And to compare me to a black hearted son of a bitch like Armand von Krauss is shameful. Anyone with eyes can see I am a higher class of person than that wonton criminal and his sleazy crew. Donzig I don’t intend to escape you. I intend to do what I always do. Run head first into my problems and break them in my submissions. It’s kind of my thing.
Mistress Discipline: Our thing. WE are a team and we will show it here at SWAT before showing it to the Network. I am with you in sickness and in health.
*DT nods in agreement. He sits down on the bench in the room and kicks his feet onto the lockers doors to relax.*
Mistress Discipline: But first we must face our next challenge, who are similarly sleazy.
Death Trap: Don’t remind me. Keith Williams was doing what Donzig is doing before Donzig was even a note in the XHF website roster pages. Running from place to place, trying to take everyone out. Look, we all know Keith is supremely talented in the ring. But right now? I don’t think he is the same guy. He’s frazzled, put out, lashing out at everyone for his perceived slights instead of focusing on his own failures.
Dr. Chaos: Like pie related justice!
Mistress Discipline: At least this time we will not have to worry about getting cream pied. Though from what I have seen of their recent workouts, they sure do end up with stuff on their faces. And, before you ask, no Chaos, we will not bring our cupcake tasting into the ring. I have no faith in their ability to judge even a cupcake and I will not see this match devolve into an attempt to recreate our last encounter.
Death Trap: This match will be much less sweet and tasty. The ReVenants are not a joke, they just act like it. Osland is probably the most underrated wrestler in the business. In no small part due to the company he keeps and the hullabaloo his womanizing ways have caused. And Keith, on his game, is one of the best in the ring. That said … good ol’ DT has their number. They may be good, but they aren’t on my level right now. I’ve been out here show after show holding my own against 10 or more assholes who ACTUALLY want me injured permanently. Keith’s brand of violence is pathetic compared to that.
*DT plants his feet back on the ground and pushes up to a standing position. Sarah runs around and gulp down the fireball candy. MD and Chaos both look at DT and appear in thought*
Mistress Discipline: You know my stance on the extra violence this place seems to find for you. All those who wish to see you harmed seemed to be in the general area of SWAT. But our opponents have made more poor life choices outside of the ring that I feel can be used to our advantage. Just think on how Oxford fusses away his valuable time trying to get on bad soap operas instead of training. Or how he seems intent on making the portly world champion his personal advertisement for his wolf whistle class. Oh, and need I remind you, the drawn on moustache on the face mask? I am pretty sure Keith Williams’s entire sense of self worth is entirely housed in his upper lip hair.
Death Trap: Fair points. Look I know that Keith and Ox are revolting humans. But in the ring they are technical wizards. Keith wants to complain we never pinned him. Well we can rectify that. He wants to experience one of us on top of him then who are we to deny him that?
Dr. Chaos: PHRASING!
Mistress Discipline: Care to make a wager on which of us will make him cry and tap him out? Given what I know, I am confident that I can dominate him. Shove him to the ground and really work his body over until he-
Dr. Chaos: I am stopping you there.
Death Trap: You read my mind. We all know where this is heading. Donzig has made clear he wants a piece of us. So it’s only fair we give it to him and spare him the pain of having to fight his Call to Arms buddies. And sadly for the Revs? That means it’s time for us to Rev it up and Run them down.
Dr. Chaos: … THAT’S what you’re going with?
Mistress Discipline: What else should he say? I think we have made it very clear that they are not alphas in even their own pack and certainty stand no chance against ours. There is no question.
Death Trap: Keith Williams has become all talk. Instead of focusing on improving he shuns those who would help him and cries into the wind about … something. I stopped paying attention after the temper tantrum over his moustache being ripped out. And Ox? Dude seems to really want to think of you as just a caricature. How many times must we tell people your title is based on your educational degree. Mistress … Discipline. No of. No sex and bondage.
Dr. Chaos: *Under her breath* Not for lack of trying, mind you…
Death Trap: Once again focusing only on our perceived relationship. It strikes me as odd how many people overlook you, and say you are in my shadow. When quite honestly, you have exceeded all my expectations and have become a champion wrestler all on your own. If they are expecting some light bondage, then the degree of contortion our submissions bring to them will leave them gasping for air, clinging to life. Just like the first time Keith and his crony Neo James Carner overlooked us. Our strategies are like art and song in motion. And it will be second verse, same as the first.
Mistress Discipline: And that is precisely the point we need to make. If they insist on seeing us as two separate fighters, one washed up and one a joke, then they will continue to fall short in the ring and be graded as such.
Death Trap: Look they don’t pay me to be a poet. I’m a wrestler. And I am going to give Keith the REAL loss he clearly wants. His self-destructive ways can only be covered up by Ox for so long. And that means you need to send him to detention. To Think about what he’s done so far. First the Revs, then Donzig, and then, in all likelihood, revenge against the KGB.
*Fade out*