Post by Dave D-Flipz on Oct 4, 2023 21:35:43 GMT -5
Death Trap: Who the fuck is Death Trap?
*A scowl can be heard in the voice of the heretofore unamused XHF Legend.*
Death Trap: Sometimes I question that myself. Who am I after all this is said and done? Hmm?
*We hear a voice from outside the view of the camera, sounding as if behind a closed door.*
Mistress Discipline: You are my husband! And a great wrestler. And a good human being.
*We zoom in on DT who is sitting in a dark bedroom, alone. He is illuminated on the left side of his face by a stream of setting sunlight, red and orange, beaming in through the window. Pink curtains lit up around it in a halo-esque smattering of photons.*
Death Trap: What I am … is a man who should have advanced to the second round six different times early in that match. What I did … was fail to capitalize. Fail to finish the job. Fail my supposed legions of fans. I … failed … multiple times … to do what should have been academic. How many times have I made big brutes like Mutt tap out? How many times did I step into the ring with some spry, athletic young talent and spike them on their head? How many times before 2023 did I walk into a setup like End of Days week one and walk out early and untouched, head held high?
*He lowers his head into his hands as the light now hits his hair. We hear him begin to sigh … and groan … and then full on shout into his own hands. Agony palpable in every strained decibel.*
Death Trap: At what point did I become a joke? Don’t … don’t answer that. I’ve seen the comments in the XHF Network app on my promos. I’ve seen the dirt sheets. There’s always been that negative contingent, I don’t need that right now. It’s … *sigh* … it was a rhetorical question.
Mistress Discipline: You are most certainly NOT a joke!
*The voice muffled through the door again rings out. DT doesn’t acknowledge it. He instead grabs his bowler hat, with Mickey Mouse ears, off the bed next to him and shouts into it as well. He then slams it onto his own leg as he looks up at the camera.*
Death Trap: I let Jack waltz into the next round. I let him pin me. I should have been the one to get the big win and hear my name chanted by the choruses of fans. But no. Again … staring up at the lights. It was all falling apart again. And instead I got to watch the big lummox beat his way into the next round … and hear every one of my ribs … shattering, bit by bit. Like the sound of an old fossil being crumbled to dust by the sands of time, exposed to the elements. Just like I was. Exposed. The same man who lost to Sticky the Clown. The same pathetic husk of the XHF legend he once was. Relegated to the dust bin of history. I was ready to retire, hang it up, walk away into the sunset to never bother anyone again. To never darken your screens. If I can’t get that rush, give the fans that adrenaline boost they expect … what good am I? What kind of man doesn’t see when his time has come and gracefully bow out …
Dr. Chaos: ZORAN SAINOVIC FOR ONE!
*Another voice from just behind the door, further back than the first but louder and more echo-y.*
Mistress Discipline: If you would just let me in, I will show you what good you are!
*DT holds up his free hand with one finger pointing up, as if to say both hold on a second and, look up there.*
Death Trap: But then … a funny thing happened. From the back foot, opportunity came knocking. And … I answered the door. Am I HAPPY I had to resort to a roll up to avoid being decimated and advance to the next round? FUCK … NO … But it means I was able to do something I failed to do seven times in SCCW, two tag team matches, and more times since March. I was able to seize an opportunity and make it count. A win … is a win … is a win. And I need to maintain clarity on that fact.
*He points back to himself and, while still scowling in anger, seething with rage, he nods … and a flicker of that old energy appears in the reflection of the orange setting sunlight in his pale brown eyes.*
Death Trap: I advanced. I may not have “won” the match … but I put myself in position to do damage. And I need to take what I can from the lessons I learned. I need to build on this. I need to maintain momentum. Even after watching my revenge … putter and die at the hands of a wanna-be Mafioso who keeps belittling me and my wife. Clearly the man is jealous after his ex-wife left him. But we can CROSS that bridge later. Seeing Fox fall, taking away the prize of beating the evil out of him taken from me by someone else … and then to see my victory stolen from me by the man who WORKS for that new champion. To see my one redeeming victory over these last few months erased … well, let’s just say that little roll-up opportunity saved my fucking heart and soul. I may not get the chance to payback Fox for what he did to me and tried to do to my wife …
Mistress Discipline: AND INDIRECTLY DID TO MY BATHROOM!
*DT’s expression softens.*
Death Trap: But I am set up to get myself back on a winning trajectory … and I can find Fox when it suits me. And then … well then I heard them announce the brackets. And well … clearly someone REALLY likes fucking with me. In one announcement I went from trying to take lessons from this win. Trying to figure out how to apply this new success. … To wanting to wring a man’s neck and cast him into the Sarlacc Pit with my precious wanna-be dear old dad!
*DT visibly gets angry, face going beet red, his hand begins to crush his bowler hat into a smaller size in his hands*
*Outside the bedroom we have a second camera, I know XHF has a budget yeah? Standing there by the door, trying to peer through the opaque wooden portal to her husband’s gloom and doom, is Mistress Discipline. She is listening intently to her husband. Behind her, playing on her phone is their manager and friend Dr. Chaos. She is beginning to seem agitated by all this negative talk.*
Dr. Chaos: We really should get the spare key and go in there. He is not in a good place. We need him for the race in two weeks!
Mistress Discipline: Oh no, I stopped him from signing up. He needs to focus on making this right. I could not have known Fox would fail to hold the title after giving us the run around. But I am certain that when Death Trap has the X*Crown he will able to focus on what is important once more.
Dr. Chaos: WHAT!? Oh no, Mary is gonna kill me. Uh uh … I’ll sign up the dogs! Yeah! They’re ready … I think … but their car … isn’t a boat. UGH! My mistress, why would you stop him from racing!?
Mistress Discipline: Listen to him. He is completely out of sorts and distracted from what he really NEEDS. And the only way to get him back to his senses is to get his wrestling mojo back on track. Now that he has a win under his belt, we can begin the process.
Dr. Chaos: But he’s so depressy! This can’t be healthy, let’s at least get in there and pep him up! He’s getting angry.
Mistress Discipline: GOOD! This will serve him well. He needs his killer instinct back, his edge. This will make him sharp! He will put all those naysayers and people who insult us in their place!
Death Trap: FUCKING … Donzig. The one bugaboo I have on my record … not named Hyperion. The one man who is able to rile me up, get under my skin, and somehow steal victories from me at every turn. A man I have never beaten one on one. A man who has tried to end my career twice!
*DT brings his hat up to his mouth and bites into one of the ears in rage.*
Death Trap: A man so delusional and in his own head, he thinks his other half has never beaten me. Explains why he keeps coming after me, he is too damaged to realize he actually won something. Or maybe he is just so used to being a degenerate loser that it’s become his default state of being. Donzig … you teamed up with Armand and Soutter … and tried to end my career. You dragged me into a pool of angry demon fish and tried to blood let me into their jaws. You sent your two big minions and your little bitch after me. I HAVE NOT FUCKING FORGOTTEN DONZIG!
*DT begins to literally rip the ears off the hat, shredding the poor fabric from his wedding gift from that one fan who likes the house of mouse.*
Death Trap: Donzig … you are coming to me at a piss poor time. I’m not exactly in the right state of mind to deal with your brand of nonsense. And your voice and your face just make me want to commit atrocities on you.
Dr. Chaos: He is really starting to get agitated in there! He’s fuming! This is sounding violent! He is damaging his own hat!
*Mistress snaps her head around with a sinister smile on her face to look at her friend*
Mistress Discipline: YES! PROGRESS!
*Chaos goes to retort but thinks about it. She softens her expression and shrugs.*
Dr. Chaos: … Yeah ok I’ll give that to you in this ONE instance!
*Mistress smiles and drags her friend from the door to let DT do his thing*
*DT has now cast aside his hat and is now standing by the window, staring out into the dimming light of dusk, the light now pink and purple as the sun ducks behind the North Carolina mountains*
Death Trap: You know, in better times, I might have tried to nurture this new drunken side of you … both to get my revenge by decimating your liver, and to try and actually make you a better man. But we both know there is no real good in you Donzig. So I don’t want this new Donzig. I don’t want you to go on easy mode this match just to try and convince yourself you aren’t a monster, or to spare my feelings. If I an going to lose, I will go out on my terms. So put away the Randy Angel act, put back on your Lord Dominicus face … and …
*DT spins back to the camera and it zooms in on his scowling face*
Death Trap: FEED ME THE FUCKING SCOURGE! I will excoriate him, I will eliminate him from you for good. You can be the better man you so wish to be when you are at the bottom of twelve bottles, Donzig. Because I will eradicate the Scourge where we stand. ‘Oh but Death Trap! You don’t break the rules! You are ACTUALLY a good guy!’ And yes, despite all the fucking rage and necessity of my victory … I am not a goddamn cheater. I’m too damn good for that. And if I’m not anymore? I need to know so I can step aside. I will not resort to your tactics. But…
*DT smiles a sickening smirk more at home on a cretin like Zoran, maybe dear old dad did teach him something after all.*
Death Trap: This is no DQ. There are no rules. And your crew isn’t here to back you up. So what you will see. Is the Scourge of the XHF, the war that walks … butting heads with a very angry, very desperate, very unhinged Main Attraction. Who can use ANY tactic he wants to choke the life from you, to see the fire drain from those soulless black holes you call eyes. You want fired up? Oh I’m there baby. I tasted a bit of that victory. Now I need one all my own. I will be the first two time EOD winner. And I will get my measure of revenge on the fucking bastard who tried to legit murder me. You wanted exciting? You wanted to fight me to an inch of my life and not be denied? Careful what you wish for.
*DT sits on the bed. He is heavily breathing now, looking as unhinged as he’s ever looked.*
Death Trap: Who the fuck is Death Trap?
*A smug smirk spreads across his face as he reaches under the mattress and pulls out his old baseball bat from the glory days of XHF.*
Death Trap: You’re about to fucking find out.
*Fade*
*A scowl can be heard in the voice of the heretofore unamused XHF Legend.*
Death Trap: Sometimes I question that myself. Who am I after all this is said and done? Hmm?
*We hear a voice from outside the view of the camera, sounding as if behind a closed door.*
Mistress Discipline: You are my husband! And a great wrestler. And a good human being.
*We zoom in on DT who is sitting in a dark bedroom, alone. He is illuminated on the left side of his face by a stream of setting sunlight, red and orange, beaming in through the window. Pink curtains lit up around it in a halo-esque smattering of photons.*
Death Trap: What I am … is a man who should have advanced to the second round six different times early in that match. What I did … was fail to capitalize. Fail to finish the job. Fail my supposed legions of fans. I … failed … multiple times … to do what should have been academic. How many times have I made big brutes like Mutt tap out? How many times did I step into the ring with some spry, athletic young talent and spike them on their head? How many times before 2023 did I walk into a setup like End of Days week one and walk out early and untouched, head held high?
*He lowers his head into his hands as the light now hits his hair. We hear him begin to sigh … and groan … and then full on shout into his own hands. Agony palpable in every strained decibel.*
Death Trap: At what point did I become a joke? Don’t … don’t answer that. I’ve seen the comments in the XHF Network app on my promos. I’ve seen the dirt sheets. There’s always been that negative contingent, I don’t need that right now. It’s … *sigh* … it was a rhetorical question.
Mistress Discipline: You are most certainly NOT a joke!
*The voice muffled through the door again rings out. DT doesn’t acknowledge it. He instead grabs his bowler hat, with Mickey Mouse ears, off the bed next to him and shouts into it as well. He then slams it onto his own leg as he looks up at the camera.*
Death Trap: I let Jack waltz into the next round. I let him pin me. I should have been the one to get the big win and hear my name chanted by the choruses of fans. But no. Again … staring up at the lights. It was all falling apart again. And instead I got to watch the big lummox beat his way into the next round … and hear every one of my ribs … shattering, bit by bit. Like the sound of an old fossil being crumbled to dust by the sands of time, exposed to the elements. Just like I was. Exposed. The same man who lost to Sticky the Clown. The same pathetic husk of the XHF legend he once was. Relegated to the dust bin of history. I was ready to retire, hang it up, walk away into the sunset to never bother anyone again. To never darken your screens. If I can’t get that rush, give the fans that adrenaline boost they expect … what good am I? What kind of man doesn’t see when his time has come and gracefully bow out …
Dr. Chaos: ZORAN SAINOVIC FOR ONE!
*Another voice from just behind the door, further back than the first but louder and more echo-y.*
Mistress Discipline: If you would just let me in, I will show you what good you are!
*DT holds up his free hand with one finger pointing up, as if to say both hold on a second and, look up there.*
Death Trap: But then … a funny thing happened. From the back foot, opportunity came knocking. And … I answered the door. Am I HAPPY I had to resort to a roll up to avoid being decimated and advance to the next round? FUCK … NO … But it means I was able to do something I failed to do seven times in SCCW, two tag team matches, and more times since March. I was able to seize an opportunity and make it count. A win … is a win … is a win. And I need to maintain clarity on that fact.
*He points back to himself and, while still scowling in anger, seething with rage, he nods … and a flicker of that old energy appears in the reflection of the orange setting sunlight in his pale brown eyes.*
Death Trap: I advanced. I may not have “won” the match … but I put myself in position to do damage. And I need to take what I can from the lessons I learned. I need to build on this. I need to maintain momentum. Even after watching my revenge … putter and die at the hands of a wanna-be Mafioso who keeps belittling me and my wife. Clearly the man is jealous after his ex-wife left him. But we can CROSS that bridge later. Seeing Fox fall, taking away the prize of beating the evil out of him taken from me by someone else … and then to see my victory stolen from me by the man who WORKS for that new champion. To see my one redeeming victory over these last few months erased … well, let’s just say that little roll-up opportunity saved my fucking heart and soul. I may not get the chance to payback Fox for what he did to me and tried to do to my wife …
Mistress Discipline: AND INDIRECTLY DID TO MY BATHROOM!
*DT’s expression softens.*
Death Trap: But I am set up to get myself back on a winning trajectory … and I can find Fox when it suits me. And then … well then I heard them announce the brackets. And well … clearly someone REALLY likes fucking with me. In one announcement I went from trying to take lessons from this win. Trying to figure out how to apply this new success. … To wanting to wring a man’s neck and cast him into the Sarlacc Pit with my precious wanna-be dear old dad!
*DT visibly gets angry, face going beet red, his hand begins to crush his bowler hat into a smaller size in his hands*
*Outside the bedroom we have a second camera, I know XHF has a budget yeah? Standing there by the door, trying to peer through the opaque wooden portal to her husband’s gloom and doom, is Mistress Discipline. She is listening intently to her husband. Behind her, playing on her phone is their manager and friend Dr. Chaos. She is beginning to seem agitated by all this negative talk.*
Dr. Chaos: We really should get the spare key and go in there. He is not in a good place. We need him for the race in two weeks!
Mistress Discipline: Oh no, I stopped him from signing up. He needs to focus on making this right. I could not have known Fox would fail to hold the title after giving us the run around. But I am certain that when Death Trap has the X*Crown he will able to focus on what is important once more.
Dr. Chaos: WHAT!? Oh no, Mary is gonna kill me. Uh uh … I’ll sign up the dogs! Yeah! They’re ready … I think … but their car … isn’t a boat. UGH! My mistress, why would you stop him from racing!?
Mistress Discipline: Listen to him. He is completely out of sorts and distracted from what he really NEEDS. And the only way to get him back to his senses is to get his wrestling mojo back on track. Now that he has a win under his belt, we can begin the process.
Dr. Chaos: But he’s so depressy! This can’t be healthy, let’s at least get in there and pep him up! He’s getting angry.
Mistress Discipline: GOOD! This will serve him well. He needs his killer instinct back, his edge. This will make him sharp! He will put all those naysayers and people who insult us in their place!
Death Trap: FUCKING … Donzig. The one bugaboo I have on my record … not named Hyperion. The one man who is able to rile me up, get under my skin, and somehow steal victories from me at every turn. A man I have never beaten one on one. A man who has tried to end my career twice!
*DT brings his hat up to his mouth and bites into one of the ears in rage.*
Death Trap: A man so delusional and in his own head, he thinks his other half has never beaten me. Explains why he keeps coming after me, he is too damaged to realize he actually won something. Or maybe he is just so used to being a degenerate loser that it’s become his default state of being. Donzig … you teamed up with Armand and Soutter … and tried to end my career. You dragged me into a pool of angry demon fish and tried to blood let me into their jaws. You sent your two big minions and your little bitch after me. I HAVE NOT FUCKING FORGOTTEN DONZIG!
*DT begins to literally rip the ears off the hat, shredding the poor fabric from his wedding gift from that one fan who likes the house of mouse.*
Death Trap: Donzig … you are coming to me at a piss poor time. I’m not exactly in the right state of mind to deal with your brand of nonsense. And your voice and your face just make me want to commit atrocities on you.
Dr. Chaos: He is really starting to get agitated in there! He’s fuming! This is sounding violent! He is damaging his own hat!
*Mistress snaps her head around with a sinister smile on her face to look at her friend*
Mistress Discipline: YES! PROGRESS!
*Chaos goes to retort but thinks about it. She softens her expression and shrugs.*
Dr. Chaos: … Yeah ok I’ll give that to you in this ONE instance!
*Mistress smiles and drags her friend from the door to let DT do his thing*
*DT has now cast aside his hat and is now standing by the window, staring out into the dimming light of dusk, the light now pink and purple as the sun ducks behind the North Carolina mountains*
Death Trap: You know, in better times, I might have tried to nurture this new drunken side of you … both to get my revenge by decimating your liver, and to try and actually make you a better man. But we both know there is no real good in you Donzig. So I don’t want this new Donzig. I don’t want you to go on easy mode this match just to try and convince yourself you aren’t a monster, or to spare my feelings. If I an going to lose, I will go out on my terms. So put away the Randy Angel act, put back on your Lord Dominicus face … and …
*DT spins back to the camera and it zooms in on his scowling face*
Death Trap: FEED ME THE FUCKING SCOURGE! I will excoriate him, I will eliminate him from you for good. You can be the better man you so wish to be when you are at the bottom of twelve bottles, Donzig. Because I will eradicate the Scourge where we stand. ‘Oh but Death Trap! You don’t break the rules! You are ACTUALLY a good guy!’ And yes, despite all the fucking rage and necessity of my victory … I am not a goddamn cheater. I’m too damn good for that. And if I’m not anymore? I need to know so I can step aside. I will not resort to your tactics. But…
*DT smiles a sickening smirk more at home on a cretin like Zoran, maybe dear old dad did teach him something after all.*
Death Trap: This is no DQ. There are no rules. And your crew isn’t here to back you up. So what you will see. Is the Scourge of the XHF, the war that walks … butting heads with a very angry, very desperate, very unhinged Main Attraction. Who can use ANY tactic he wants to choke the life from you, to see the fire drain from those soulless black holes you call eyes. You want fired up? Oh I’m there baby. I tasted a bit of that victory. Now I need one all my own. I will be the first two time EOD winner. And I will get my measure of revenge on the fucking bastard who tried to legit murder me. You wanted exciting? You wanted to fight me to an inch of my life and not be denied? Careful what you wish for.
*DT sits on the bed. He is heavily breathing now, looking as unhinged as he’s ever looked.*
Death Trap: Who the fuck is Death Trap?
*A smug smirk spreads across his face as he reaches under the mattress and pulls out his old baseball bat from the glory days of XHF.*
Death Trap: You’re about to fucking find out.
*Fade*
