Post by davidberg47 on Feb 16, 2022 10:31:14 GMT -5
David Berg stands in the Las Vegas desert as some sort of snake slithers by. It is sunny and warm but not overly hot. Wearing a simple black t shirt and black sweatpants along with light gray sneaker, Berg looks up at the bright sun.
Berg: The desert at times reminds me of home. And the snakes remind me of dirty Palestinian terrorists. In fact, their slithering is so memorable. I recall at the young age of 18 I was on a patrol in Gaza when a kid no older than 10 ran up to my friend Ari and suddenly an explosion and Ari was no more. These terrorists do not respect human life. Not their own, not others.
(Berg Shakes his head in disgust)
Berg: About 14 months later I saw another kid, this time with his mom approaching our platoon. The captain was suspicious as they approached. I noticed a slight wire hanging from the woman’s burka. I took out my Jericho 941 and I shot them both and they exploded long before they could harm us. My team looked at me with thanks and horror. And what did I feel?
(Berg sighs and speaks calmly)
Berg: Absolutely nothing. Killing a terrorist whether they are five or 75 is irrelevant to me. Why do I share this macabre tale? Simple. I see that UPW is one giant pissing contest. It is about who is tougher, who is badder, who will kick whose ass. There are some tough people in UPW in XHF. Most are deranged sociopaths but that is beside the point.
I recently partnered with the Hous of Savaje. Candy and Maddox seem like nice people. They are so proud of their leftist religion. Of being LGTBQ. Yet in the end they lost. Maddox was beaten by lunk head Kid Diaz. And now Kid Diaz is in a battle of wits with CJ Walker. Each trying to out duel one another in terms of who can make a bigger ass of themselves. Walker is winning but its close.
(Berg laughs ever so slightly)
Berg: I can now see why my home country was so angry with me. I was losing to these inferior competitors. I come from a tribe of the chosen people. I come from a lineage of the man who slew the mighty goliath. And who am I battling? One armed cowboys, sociopaths and damaged fools. Of course I should be winning. Of course it was embarrassing losing. Now I am here fighting for the Sin City Championship. The truly best belt in UPW. The differentiator. The belt of chaos and unpredictability. And who is my opponent? It is Pixi. A flamboyant green haired party girl. She flaunts her assets to garner a fan base and generate monies. I get it. Pixi is a brand. She dresses like a stripper. She flies around like an acrobat. She is fun. She is eccentric. She is sellable. She is the champion. But we all know the act will eventually get old if it isn’t already.
(Berg shakes his head)
Berg: So now you ask. What about me? What about the King of the Streets? The merchandise is flying off the rack? Why? Its cool to wear shirts that state “King of the Streets”. Much cooler I dare say than a green haired acrobat. Puzzling that I would throw shade at Pixi. I admit UPW is better with such a competitor in it. However, this is m first opportunity to capture a title and redeem myself in front of my people and my ancestors alike.
(Berg looks at the rising sun that warms his face)
Berg: Summer, you bring a lot of pizzaz and charisma. You have these cool moves. The fans as you call it “pop” for you but in the end, Summer you have to defeat a force that you have never seen before. I did not attain the moniker “King of the Streets” because it is a cool nickname, even though it is, I earned it fighting on the streets of Jerusalem. Summer, I have been shot at, stabbed, I have had people try to blow me up, run over me and exterminate me. Do you really believe that an acrobat with “cool” moves is going to intimidate me?
(Berg walks slowly as the desert heat engulfs him)
Berg: The unpredictability of the Sin City Championship suits me quite nicely. Unpredictability is all I had during my life in Jerusalem. Whatever the stipulations may be I will adapt. You see Summer, I have learned that either you adapt or you become extinct. My people, the ancient Hebrews are the very best adapters of ALL TIME. We competed last week, Summer and it was cordial, competitive and fun. But I leave you with these words, DON’T MISTAKE KINDNESS FOR WEAKNESS.
(Berg walks through the desert as the screen fades)