Post by nick on Nov 6, 2021 6:02:47 GMT -5
(Linkin Park’s “One Step Closer” fills the airways as the blackness dissolves to show three figures advancing down a dark alley. As they emerge from the gloom their identities are revealed. It’s the unmistakable trio of Wicked and the brute of a dog, Pazuzu. Vicious is in black: a leather vest and biker pants with heavy boots. He towers over his eerily, bone white wife. Vile smirks at the camera. The music fades as she removes her headphones.)
Vile: So, here we are – back in Vegas and ready to bring the suffering and misery. That’s what counts. That’s what this is REALLY about. Sure, you can chose to listen to fools like the Black Hand. Fools that deludedly think achieving some trinkets somehow elevates them. Does it? Do they suddenly NOT feel pain? Right. Good luck with that.
So Fat Boy Slug Robinson is fully signed up to the “I have gold so I’m immune to suffering” bullshit. Well, guess who is getting a wake up call at FNFFA? The thing is Fatty. Oh, I CAN call you fatty, can’t I? (She smirks) Well, if the label fits, right. The thing is, it’s not about ‘winning’. It never is. It’s about the PAIN. Oh yeah; lots and LOTS of pain. It’s coming your way and there’s nothing that you and your little clan of nobodies can do to stop it. But here…
(She stops and slowly claps.)
There, doesn’t that feel better now? Just think, all the idiots squeezed into the Sahara Events Center will be clapping like demented seals; applauding your noble sacrifice – your pain – your ‘manly’ suffering. But honestly they’re only clapping out of relief: that’s it’s YOU and not them that’s getting so seriously and excruciatingly damaged. Hmmm….(She smirks darkly) This is going to be SO much fun.
Vicious: And don’t even THINK for a second that the beanstalk and the cripple will help you. They won’t. See, if those two losers even dare to show up ringside I’ll FEED that goddam chair to BOTH of them! You’ve been warned. You’ve been TOLD! Now if you’re dumb enough to ignore that, that’s on YOU. But hey – the offer’s there: turn up, get hurt. BADLY.
Now, you aren’t the only brain dead fuckwits littering this Federation. Seems like Carson has been at the whisky just a tad too much and seems to think that SOMEHOW he’s ‘better’ then me. What the fuck! Some pathetic, characterless NOBODY ‘thinks’ he’s got more presence than ME? Well, they reckon alcohol kills brain cells. There’s your irrefutable proof.
But look, I won’t hold up his ‘stellar’ career too long. I’ll just give him some memories to CHERISH. See, this IS going to hurt. NO ONE takes me lightly. NO ONE breezes past me. YOU might be some cardboard cut-out stereotype who bores the pants off the fans. Not me. Face facts Carson; you are NEVER gonna amount to anything – EVER. You’ll forever be in your sister’s shadow. Hell, even your grandpa has more personality that you! He punches harder too.
Now don’t get me wrong. You’ll win this match. I make no bones about that. But like Vile said – winning? No big deal. It’s ALL about the pain. YOURS. If you’re lucky – REAL lucky, you might just escape WITHOUT a career ending injury.
Vile: Maybe you should be gentle then. After all, why should we put a stop to his ‘career’? After all, Carson IS careering - careering into oblivion.
Vicious: Shit, I’m just happy to help him on his way.
Paz: Grrrr.
Vile: Yes Paz, you can come along too. There might be some tasty “scraps” afterwards.
(Vile replaces her headphones and Linkin Park’s “Forgotten” starts to play. The trio head off into the darkness.
FIN.
Vile: So, here we are – back in Vegas and ready to bring the suffering and misery. That’s what counts. That’s what this is REALLY about. Sure, you can chose to listen to fools like the Black Hand. Fools that deludedly think achieving some trinkets somehow elevates them. Does it? Do they suddenly NOT feel pain? Right. Good luck with that.
So Fat Boy Slug Robinson is fully signed up to the “I have gold so I’m immune to suffering” bullshit. Well, guess who is getting a wake up call at FNFFA? The thing is Fatty. Oh, I CAN call you fatty, can’t I? (She smirks) Well, if the label fits, right. The thing is, it’s not about ‘winning’. It never is. It’s about the PAIN. Oh yeah; lots and LOTS of pain. It’s coming your way and there’s nothing that you and your little clan of nobodies can do to stop it. But here…
(She stops and slowly claps.)
There, doesn’t that feel better now? Just think, all the idiots squeezed into the Sahara Events Center will be clapping like demented seals; applauding your noble sacrifice – your pain – your ‘manly’ suffering. But honestly they’re only clapping out of relief: that’s it’s YOU and not them that’s getting so seriously and excruciatingly damaged. Hmmm….(She smirks darkly) This is going to be SO much fun.
Vicious: And don’t even THINK for a second that the beanstalk and the cripple will help you. They won’t. See, if those two losers even dare to show up ringside I’ll FEED that goddam chair to BOTH of them! You’ve been warned. You’ve been TOLD! Now if you’re dumb enough to ignore that, that’s on YOU. But hey – the offer’s there: turn up, get hurt. BADLY.
Now, you aren’t the only brain dead fuckwits littering this Federation. Seems like Carson has been at the whisky just a tad too much and seems to think that SOMEHOW he’s ‘better’ then me. What the fuck! Some pathetic, characterless NOBODY ‘thinks’ he’s got more presence than ME? Well, they reckon alcohol kills brain cells. There’s your irrefutable proof.
But look, I won’t hold up his ‘stellar’ career too long. I’ll just give him some memories to CHERISH. See, this IS going to hurt. NO ONE takes me lightly. NO ONE breezes past me. YOU might be some cardboard cut-out stereotype who bores the pants off the fans. Not me. Face facts Carson; you are NEVER gonna amount to anything – EVER. You’ll forever be in your sister’s shadow. Hell, even your grandpa has more personality that you! He punches harder too.
Now don’t get me wrong. You’ll win this match. I make no bones about that. But like Vile said – winning? No big deal. It’s ALL about the pain. YOURS. If you’re lucky – REAL lucky, you might just escape WITHOUT a career ending injury.
Vile: Maybe you should be gentle then. After all, why should we put a stop to his ‘career’? After all, Carson IS careering - careering into oblivion.
Vicious: Shit, I’m just happy to help him on his way.
Paz: Grrrr.
Vile: Yes Paz, you can come along too. There might be some tasty “scraps” afterwards.
(Vile replaces her headphones and Linkin Park’s “Forgotten” starts to play. The trio head off into the darkness.
FIN.