Masks We Wear (FftF Promo 2/2)
Sept 12, 2021 12:55:50 GMT -5
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Post by Dave D-Flipz on Sept 12, 2021 12:55:50 GMT -5
*The scene opens up in a store of some kind. There appear to be Halloween masks everywhere. This must be one of those pop up costume shops that show up every September and vanish on November 1. The back section seems to have a bunch of wrestling themed masks. From in between these sections steps a man. He wears a shirt made of hair that displays his own logo, a papyrus styled P locked in a bramble circle and striped with barbed wire inside of a red sun outline. He has on his standard loincloth, which passes for a ragged kilt in these parts, and his wrestling boots. Around his waist is one of the Imperial Crown tag team titles.*
: "Bastards. I think a lesson is in order. As we sit here in remembrance of “the fallen”…*air quotes* … I think it is fitting to remember that there are those who have fallen in our business as well."
*He gestures with his right hand to the mask of the Blue Blazer. Nearby is a Silver King mask. Down on another shelf is an Oro mask.*
: "But being here in this room then got me thinking. These men died doing what they loved, we shouldn’t mourn for them. They understood the world we exist in."
*He pulls up his left arm and takes a sip from a bottle of Sleeman’s Cream Ale.*
: "And all of them wore masks … but notice… there are none of mine here. Do you know why that is Robert? Because … this is NOT A MASK. This is my true face. This is the monster I truly am. I choose not to hide behind the false flesh and bone I was cursed with at birth. You see I am the only person in this business so in tune with the essence of humanity as to understand the fractious and farcical nature of this society we live in. It’s raw, unfiltered, essence of man. But you are clearly a well-read bastard. After all … you made sure to point out how backwards I am."
*He scoffs and downs a gulp from his beer, which he probably shouldn’t have in public at 2PM on a Sunday …*
: "You misunderstand me, as you do this situation you are put in. Primal … doesn’t have to mean primordial … it means essential, fundamental. You see I am the necessary evil. I am the inevitable end game of humanity. I am the essence of man purified into its most powerful, distilled, essential form. You don’t know it yet but you gaze upon the face of perfection. And I will show it to you at Honor."
*He shrugs and downs the rest of the bottle before hucking it over his head where it hits some random teenage worker in the back of the head. He collapses to the ground, crying*
: "Robert, Francis … you need to be shown the error of your ways. And I like to think Gus Arnold knows that. Which is why he is holding a seminar. Four men for the price of 1. Put into my dojo to learn the essentials of being a true human in this world of pissants and bastards. It doesn’t realistically MATTER who ends up added to this match boys, and do you know why?"
*He points to himself with one hand and his title with the other.*
: "Because I am the tag team champion. And I am here to once again lead this class with the instruction necessary to be better humans. To tap into the primal essence that resides in the hearts and groins of all humans. You caught me on a serious day gents and that is bad news for your title prospects. But fret not! I will make sure you learn a lesson. I will honor the true stewards of our sport that have fallen with a clinic in the ring. My ode to those who have fallen … to the likes of civilization … society … and all those other foul four letter words!"
*A security guard approaches him but he begins to walk to the camera and when he throws his arms out to display his chest and his belt he accidentally … maliciously … punches the guard and sends him flying into a rack of Spongebob costumes*
: "I am the future gentlemen. Gaze upon the specimen of perfection. Because you’ll be spending the next week in the hospital after I leave you comatose! You both, and whoever comes out of that rumble … will see. Timeless is damn good … but he’s the eye candy. I can take all four of you on my own. Look to the rumble to see my evidence. I am a freak of nature, chosen by the spirit of Earth itself to destroy the shackles of society and the weakness that pervades you fools. Come Honor … I will make sport of you all. I will run roughshod and unchallenged over the four people laid before me. And when the time comes, I’m sure the shock of seeing that Timeless hasn’t even stepped in to break a sweat will be simply heartbreaking."
*He raises his title into the air and the flip of the belt over his hand smacks another guard in the face*
: "This belt … is mine. And it stays mine. You can all play for your second place, your participation trophy … but what it comes down to is you are all just bastards and hopefuls … but me? I’m PRIME."
*Fade out*
: "Bastards. I think a lesson is in order. As we sit here in remembrance of “the fallen”…*air quotes* … I think it is fitting to remember that there are those who have fallen in our business as well."*He gestures with his right hand to the mask of the Blue Blazer. Nearby is a Silver King mask. Down on another shelf is an Oro mask.*
: "But being here in this room then got me thinking. These men died doing what they loved, we shouldn’t mourn for them. They understood the world we exist in."*He pulls up his left arm and takes a sip from a bottle of Sleeman’s Cream Ale.*
: "And all of them wore masks … but notice… there are none of mine here. Do you know why that is Robert? Because … this is NOT A MASK. This is my true face. This is the monster I truly am. I choose not to hide behind the false flesh and bone I was cursed with at birth. You see I am the only person in this business so in tune with the essence of humanity as to understand the fractious and farcical nature of this society we live in. It’s raw, unfiltered, essence of man. But you are clearly a well-read bastard. After all … you made sure to point out how backwards I am."*He scoffs and downs a gulp from his beer, which he probably shouldn’t have in public at 2PM on a Sunday …*
: "You misunderstand me, as you do this situation you are put in. Primal … doesn’t have to mean primordial … it means essential, fundamental. You see I am the necessary evil. I am the inevitable end game of humanity. I am the essence of man purified into its most powerful, distilled, essential form. You don’t know it yet but you gaze upon the face of perfection. And I will show it to you at Honor."*He shrugs and downs the rest of the bottle before hucking it over his head where it hits some random teenage worker in the back of the head. He collapses to the ground, crying*
: "Robert, Francis … you need to be shown the error of your ways. And I like to think Gus Arnold knows that. Which is why he is holding a seminar. Four men for the price of 1. Put into my dojo to learn the essentials of being a true human in this world of pissants and bastards. It doesn’t realistically MATTER who ends up added to this match boys, and do you know why?"*He points to himself with one hand and his title with the other.*
: "Because I am the tag team champion. And I am here to once again lead this class with the instruction necessary to be better humans. To tap into the primal essence that resides in the hearts and groins of all humans. You caught me on a serious day gents and that is bad news for your title prospects. But fret not! I will make sure you learn a lesson. I will honor the true stewards of our sport that have fallen with a clinic in the ring. My ode to those who have fallen … to the likes of civilization … society … and all those other foul four letter words!"*A security guard approaches him but he begins to walk to the camera and when he throws his arms out to display his chest and his belt he accidentally … maliciously … punches the guard and sends him flying into a rack of Spongebob costumes*
: "I am the future gentlemen. Gaze upon the specimen of perfection. Because you’ll be spending the next week in the hospital after I leave you comatose! You both, and whoever comes out of that rumble … will see. Timeless is damn good … but he’s the eye candy. I can take all four of you on my own. Look to the rumble to see my evidence. I am a freak of nature, chosen by the spirit of Earth itself to destroy the shackles of society and the weakness that pervades you fools. Come Honor … I will make sport of you all. I will run roughshod and unchallenged over the four people laid before me. And when the time comes, I’m sure the shock of seeing that Timeless hasn’t even stepped in to break a sweat will be simply heartbreaking."*He raises his title into the air and the flip of the belt over his hand smacks another guard in the face*
: "This belt … is mine. And it stays mine. You can all play for your second place, your participation trophy … but what it comes down to is you are all just bastards and hopefuls … but me? I’m PRIME."*Fade out*
