The Apathy (NLW RP: Ascendency XXIII)
Oct 14, 2021 16:47:28 GMT -5
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Post by Thespian on Oct 14, 2021 16:47:28 GMT -5
“Back to back losses in No Disqualification matches. For someone who keeps playing up how ‘hardcore’ they used to be… I’m not really doing myself any favors by losing them.”
The Thespian lies in the middle of a plain wrestling ring, broken and bleeding out. His Interpreter narrates over the scene presented:
“Hats off to you, Lazarus. You gave us the hell we wanted, and we did not uphold our end of the bargain that night. You still stand tall as the Southern States Champion, while we’re left wondering if Theo’s going to be able to have kids after back-to-back matches with shots below the belt. But, that’s what we signed up for, isn’t it?”
A medic slides into the ring and gingerly places an ice-pack over the actor’s crotch. She disappears just as quickly as she enters. Idrissa continues:
“The definition of apathy is a lack of concern. A lack of care. That is something we both are starting to feel. It becomes soul crushing to see the worst of people winning around here. Take for example our other opponent in this match, Nathan Cage, the man who euthanized the catgirl, Neko Nyan Nyan, on live television.
“I will not lie to you. Deep down inside, I think everyone is grateful to you for what you did. The crowd may have booed you on the outside, but on the inside, they were screaming "thank God!" You brutalized and eliminated an eye-sore to this company and took her off of television, at least for the time being. Hell, we’ll even thank you. Thank you, Nathan, for being the one to place your hands on that abomination to make it go away. Probably made her day, too. Don’t think anyone has given her that much attention in months.”
Despite the circumstances, Theo’s body bounces a little with a laugh.
“You destroyed her. Broke her more than Lazarus broke us. She may never see a wrestling ring again with how much you traumatized her. But, that’s on her, isn’t it? She knew the risks of the profession. She knew the risks of facing you. Yet she still came to the ring, be it bravery or ignorance, and you demolished her like the true bastard you are. You give Lazarus a run for his money. And now here you are, in the main event right beside him. A match made in hell.”
The imitated laugh simmers into a sigh from the Thespian.
“Bad things happen to good people. We tried to do our best to give these people everything they wanted against Lazarus. We gave them a two-sided bloodbath. We gave them the attempted murder of Arjen’s Reign. But we did not give them the ending they deserved. Instead, all we have to show for it are an impaled leg, hands, and the tail-end of a concussion. Lazarus Arjen is still your Southern States Champion. Good things happen to bad people."
Theo pushes himself up slowly from the puddle of blood.
"Where does that leave us, then? We were, arguably, good people, right? Played to the fans, but took no shit from anyone else. Perhaps we should stop the act altogether. Even Tommy has a mean streak, I'm sure."
"Perhaps it is time we do away with the theatrics in the ring. Every taunt pops the crowd, but every taunt has cost us the victory every time."
"It is high time we stopped caring. There will be no more fun in the ring for us. If we want something from you, we will take it. Your attacks. Your finishers. Your gold. Your livelihoods. Your lives. We shall take as we please, when we please. If good things happen to bad people, and bad things happen to good, then let us dance the line and take what we deserve."
Theo stretches out his neck and limbs for a moment before limping towards the ropes. Blood continues to seep out through his clothing; namely from the stab wound in his thigh.
"Tag Team Wrestling has never been Theo's forte; he has always preferred to deal with his issues alone. However, let us promise you this. This is the start of the Dark Theater. We will bring you horror and tragedy, no matter who we cross. This week will just be a taste for the future.
"Lazarus, we are going to make you wish you had finished the job in the ring like Nathan did to Nyan. We told you before that the end was coming for your reign, and while we still walk, that reality edges closer and closer. If nothing else, we are resilient. This is the second coming; it is only a matter of time before we face you again for that gold. And we intend to pay you back every bit of punishment that you gave us, and may hell come to anyone in our way. Even if it's Nathan Cage. Even if it's Tommy Kelly.
"You will not escape us again."
The Thespian rolls himself from the ring and begins to take his exit from the ringside area. However, before he does, he pauses for a moment... just enough to glance backwards.
“Oh. One more thing, actually. Tommy? We like the finisher. We're going to borrow it. We are partners after all, and it does not seem like you’ve gotten to use it to success for such a long time. We'll put it to better use for you, don't you worry.”
The Thespian lies in the middle of a plain wrestling ring, broken and bleeding out. His Interpreter narrates over the scene presented:
“Hats off to you, Lazarus. You gave us the hell we wanted, and we did not uphold our end of the bargain that night. You still stand tall as the Southern States Champion, while we’re left wondering if Theo’s going to be able to have kids after back-to-back matches with shots below the belt. But, that’s what we signed up for, isn’t it?”
A medic slides into the ring and gingerly places an ice-pack over the actor’s crotch. She disappears just as quickly as she enters. Idrissa continues:
“The definition of apathy is a lack of concern. A lack of care. That is something we both are starting to feel. It becomes soul crushing to see the worst of people winning around here. Take for example our other opponent in this match, Nathan Cage, the man who euthanized the catgirl, Neko Nyan Nyan, on live television.
“I will not lie to you. Deep down inside, I think everyone is grateful to you for what you did. The crowd may have booed you on the outside, but on the inside, they were screaming "thank God!" You brutalized and eliminated an eye-sore to this company and took her off of television, at least for the time being. Hell, we’ll even thank you. Thank you, Nathan, for being the one to place your hands on that abomination to make it go away. Probably made her day, too. Don’t think anyone has given her that much attention in months.”
Despite the circumstances, Theo’s body bounces a little with a laugh.
“You destroyed her. Broke her more than Lazarus broke us. She may never see a wrestling ring again with how much you traumatized her. But, that’s on her, isn’t it? She knew the risks of the profession. She knew the risks of facing you. Yet she still came to the ring, be it bravery or ignorance, and you demolished her like the true bastard you are. You give Lazarus a run for his money. And now here you are, in the main event right beside him. A match made in hell.”
The imitated laugh simmers into a sigh from the Thespian.
“Bad things happen to good people. We tried to do our best to give these people everything they wanted against Lazarus. We gave them a two-sided bloodbath. We gave them the attempted murder of Arjen’s Reign. But we did not give them the ending they deserved. Instead, all we have to show for it are an impaled leg, hands, and the tail-end of a concussion. Lazarus Arjen is still your Southern States Champion. Good things happen to bad people."
Theo pushes himself up slowly from the puddle of blood.
"Where does that leave us, then? We were, arguably, good people, right? Played to the fans, but took no shit from anyone else. Perhaps we should stop the act altogether. Even Tommy has a mean streak, I'm sure."
"Perhaps it is time we do away with the theatrics in the ring. Every taunt pops the crowd, but every taunt has cost us the victory every time."
"It is high time we stopped caring. There will be no more fun in the ring for us. If we want something from you, we will take it. Your attacks. Your finishers. Your gold. Your livelihoods. Your lives. We shall take as we please, when we please. If good things happen to bad people, and bad things happen to good, then let us dance the line and take what we deserve."
Theo stretches out his neck and limbs for a moment before limping towards the ropes. Blood continues to seep out through his clothing; namely from the stab wound in his thigh.
"Tag Team Wrestling has never been Theo's forte; he has always preferred to deal with his issues alone. However, let us promise you this. This is the start of the Dark Theater. We will bring you horror and tragedy, no matter who we cross. This week will just be a taste for the future.
"Lazarus, we are going to make you wish you had finished the job in the ring like Nathan did to Nyan. We told you before that the end was coming for your reign, and while we still walk, that reality edges closer and closer. If nothing else, we are resilient. This is the second coming; it is only a matter of time before we face you again for that gold. And we intend to pay you back every bit of punishment that you gave us, and may hell come to anyone in our way. Even if it's Nathan Cage. Even if it's Tommy Kelly.
"You will not escape us again."
The Thespian rolls himself from the ring and begins to take his exit from the ringside area. However, before he does, he pauses for a moment... just enough to glance backwards.
“Oh. One more thing, actually. Tommy? We like the finisher. We're going to borrow it. We are partners after all, and it does not seem like you’ve gotten to use it to success for such a long time. We'll put it to better use for you, don't you worry.”