Post by Old Line Jeff on Sept 17, 2022 22:45:49 GMT -5
Somewhere backstage.
From left to right.
Ronnie Long, dark and gloomy, hair over his eyes, leaning against the wall while rubbing his hands together.
Carlton Gluck, sweaty and breathing hard but looking entirely pleased with himself, holding his hands beneath his belly.
Daeriq Damien, a day-go pink abomination with a smile greasier than WD40, eyes hidden behind aviator shades, grinning triumphantly.
Kirsty McKinney, seated on a folding chair next to Damien, knees akimbo, legs on display, and hoodie up, Kubrick staring up at the camera hatefully.
And Chapps Gluck, walking in a small circle, swinging his arms, his mouth moving as he mutters to himself.
Damien: You know, I've known Ronnie Long for a very long time, and been working with him, trying to motivate him, for a very long time. And he's been resisting me for a very long time. But tonight? Tonight is a good night. I feel things coming together.
A nod.
Damien: The Brothers Gluck, not just triumphant in their debut, but dominant! You cannot judge a book by its cover, but The Brothers Gluck have proved that their deeds can back up their appearance. They bring every bit of the unhinged, feral violence that I'd hoped to find in them to the table.
Carlton Gluck makes a rumble in approval, while Chapps pauses his pacing long enough to deliver a boxing combo to the door of a nearby locker.
Damien: Kirsty McKinney is progressing as well. She should be ready to take to the ring soon, but until then, she's demonstrating that she is every bit the physical force that I wish I could still be.
McKinney doesn't react. Damien reaches down, grabs the top of her head and makes her look him in the eyes.
Damien: You're gonna go far, kid.
He lets go of her, then turns to Ronnie Long.
Damien: As for the soon to be man of the moment, by the time you all see this, he's going to have made a statement. You may think he went silent after that perversion of justice that was his shot at the Commonwealth Title and Eron Hunter. Well, he did go silent, but-
Long: Just because I don't say much, doesn't mean I'm not thinking.
Damien: And he's been thinking about how to make it clear to Mr. Blood and the entirety of W:UK how he feels about being wronged and robbed. And by the time you all see this, he'll have made that point incredibly clear.
Long squeezes his hands until his knuckles crack, glaring at the camera through his one eye.
Damien: As for me, I've been thinking about how this all started. And of course, it goes back twenty two years, when I was an up and comer and Ronnie was a rookie with potential, and I was asked to tag team with him. That was back in the Global Wrestling Federation. Our stable back then was named the Foundation.
Damien chuckles to himself.
Damien: Out of everyone who I even remember being in the Foundation, all of them have retired, except for me, and Ronnie, and between the two of us, I was in first. So as far as I can see, that makes me the effective leader. And I have decided to create a New Foundation. With my Pretty Hate Machine...
He pats Kirsty on the head as she stares silently.
Damien: My Brothers of Destruction...
Carlton slams a fist into his meaty chest. Chapps beats himself on the head and howls.
Damien: And The Man Who Walks The Line.
Long flexes his fingers outwards, cracking them.
Damien: This is no longer a semi-formal alliance. This is a new foundation. This is The Foundation.
The scene gradually blurs, rather than fading to black, fading to a tannish grey with a smear of neon pink in the middle.