King of Monsters. Fuck you. (The End TTA Finals)
Oct 18, 2023 3:28:26 GMT -5
Mongo the Destroyer, Dave D-Flipz, and 4 more like this
Post by Jimbo on Oct 18, 2023 3:28:26 GMT -5
-
OH NO
THEY SAY HE'S GOT TO GO
GO GO
THEY SAY HE'S GOT TO GO
GO GO
-
[Waves roll in and crash upon the sandy shore one after the other. The murky blue green water ebbs in response. The wind is strong, blowing fiercely. Dark gray clouds cover the sky. A seagull calls in the far distance, lightning followed by rolling thunder calls back to it. On this empty beach in this small rocky cove stand two men. One is tall and well built, clad in a thick black overcoat, the other is shorter in an all black suit with a tentacle skull mask. The Hardkore World Tag Team Champions. Mehrunes Smith. Scott Fargo. The End.]
"The ocean is as vast and as mysterious as space. For something that humanity has lived and evolved with for centuries upon centuries, there is so much that lives below that is not yet discovered. There is some ill conceived notion that humanity's destiny lies out there amongst the stars. So many believe this to be true. Why else would we have dedicated so much time and so much money and so much effort into exploring space. It's almost as if no one knows they are living on borrowed time. They have let it linger too long. Left it to roam unexplored too long. The bomb is ticking. And it lies below."
"Are you sinisterly monologuing at the ocean? You know we could be training now."
"The body can only be as strong as the mind, my friend. I'm not monologuing, I'm here for guidance."
[After a long pause, Smith begins making wild hand gestures and starts to utter incoherently.]
"Hey, man, you never told me about this."
[Smith abruptly stops his process.]
"What?"
"Don't 'What?' me, amigo. You're the one doin' odd shit, not me."
"I am summoning It."
"Okay. Sure. Summon away."
[Fargo rolls his eyes and shrugs dismissively as he turns away.]
"You're doubting me?"
"I'm doubting your abilities to summon an eldritch being from the ocean? Yeah. I am."
"Why?"
[Fargo turns back to his partner with an eyebrow raised.]
"I thought this whole thing was a gimmick!"
"Oh, so we just wrestled and beat a giant alien from outer space and a brown bear, but you can't accept this as anything but a gimmick?"
"Well… You kno- I…"
[Fargo scratches his head.]
"I literally don't know how to dispute that."
[Smith turns back to face the water. He takes a few steps out toward it so that he stands ankle deep in water when the tide rolls in. Fargo takes a few steps back and watches his partner make intricate gestures with his hands while he mumbles softly. Thunder rumbles in the distance as the skies begin to grow darker. The water begins to froth and bubble in a large circle a few miles out from the shore. The wind picks up and hits Fargo so hard it nearly knocks him to his feet. Fargo looks to see his partner standing completely still, as if nothing is happening while he gestures away with his hands. There is a loud roar momentarily as whatever in the distance breaks the surface before dropping back under. Everything goes still. Eerily still.]
"Hey, man, are you d-"
[Fargo is cut off and knocked into the sand by a large rush of water. Smith is completely unaffected by this. Fargo's ears are pierced by a loud roar and he is covered completely by a dark cloud. Wait… why is the cloud getting bigger? And why is it starting to take shape of a large repti-]
"Holy…."
[Somewhere in the distance a song begins to play.]
"Godzilla?"
[Fargo mumbles to himself in utter disbelief.]
"Yeah. Sick song right?"
[The words rumble the ground beneath him.]
"The dudes from Blue Oyster Cult approached me back in the 70s about it. What a crazy time. Lots of bush. Oh, hey, Mehrunes. What up, dude?"
[Godzilla removes a pair of oversized aviators from his snout (i guess) and hangs them from the breast pocket of the diamond encrusted leather jacket. Godzilla is iced out. Swaying gold and platinum chains around his scaly neck. He then leans down and extends a large fist out towards Mehrunes. The fist of completely dwarfs him in comparison but Smith responds by pounding his own fist up against it.]
"Hey, man! Oh, you know. Same old, same old. How are you? How's the wife? The kids?"
"Yeah, Jasmine and the kids are doing well. She actually asked about you the other night. Haven't seen a lot of you lately. In person I mean. We've been watching the Network down there. Congrats on your success in Hardkore, man. Oh, and in the Annihilator. Everyone down there is rooting for ya!"
"Thank you, Z, seriously. but- And no offense, but I was trying to sum-"
"Let me guess: You were trying to summon 'It, That Whom Brings The End'?"
"Uhhh…. Yeah. Yes. Ho- How did yo-"
"How did I know? I get like 6 false summonings a week from their cultists. They're one gesture above my summoning gesture, y'see. Not that it'd do you much good anyway."
[Smith pauses and looks, well, up, obviously.]
"What do you mean it 'won't do much good'?"
"Oh. You don't know?"
[There is a hint of sadness and pain in Godzilla's voice. Fargo is still sat on the ground bearing witness to fucking Godzilla by the way.]
"Know what?"
"Ah, shit."
[Godzilla drops to knee like a Dad about to console his child that has fallen and scraped their knee. Fargo as he begins to stand is knocked over by the rush of water in Godzilla's wake.]
"Mehrunes, your God? 'It, That Which Brings The End'? They're dead."
"What?"
[Mehrunes response is completely flat and serious.]
"Dead?"
"Meaning they're gone. I'm really sorry, man. I am. I liked It a lot. They were at my house for dinner last month. It's been a big shock to us all down there. I thought you knew."
"What? How?!"
[Smith drops to his knees in the water.]
"How is that even…Poss- What? What happen- What happened?!"
"One of their neighbors hadn't seen them in a few days. Got curious, did some snooping, and called the cops. Cops did a sweep and would ya believe it? Drowned! In their own bathtub! Detectives suspect foul play though there's no leads on who done it. But, y’know, they didn’t make a lot of friends with the whole 'wanting to end the world and be top dog' thing."
"But I… I don't…"
"Sorry, man, I really thought you already knew."
"What the fuck?"
[Fargo groans as he struggles to his feet.]
"What the fuck is happening?"
"Hey, Scotty. Big fan!"
"What the fuck?! How the- I mean… I… uhhh…"
"Okay, this is gonna take a bit to explain."
SOME TIME LATER
(like four hours. whatever.)
"So all that stuff - Cthulhu, It, You, Neptune. That’s all real?"
"Yep."
"And you're a wrestling fan?"
"Oh yeah. Big time."
"Right. And the God that Mehrunes worships is dead?"
"Ye… yeah. Well, murdered. Potentially. But yeah."
"This is a lot to take in. Another thing, I thought you just roared and stuff. I didn’t know you could talk!"
"Of course I can talk! How else do you think I got the role? You think I was the only guy auditioning for it? I got in because the director said I was ‘charming’ and that I’d really ‘pop on the screen’. Don’t be fooled by movies. I’m much more than a big scary monster."
"Okay, we-"
"My name is actually Bob."
"Okay. Cool."
[Fargo is lying. Bob isn't a cool name. Everyone here knows he is lying but no one pushes it. There is an awkward silence. Fargo fakes a cough to break the silence.]
"So…" "uh-huh...."
"Hey, why were you guys trying to summon a God that wants to end the world anyway?"
"I wasn't trying to summon anything!"
"I wanted guidance. We made the finals of the Annihilator and I wanted It's guidance, It's support. B- Bu… It's dead…"
"Well, I'll support you guys anytime! I'll be right there at the bow of the XHF Sailbarge watching to cheer you on."
"Do they make you buy a ticket for that or...?"
"Thanks, Z. That means a lot."
"Why wouldn't I support you guys? I've been a fan of Fargo since his pre AWF days when he ran with James Dragon! And Mehrunes, I've known you ever since your parents got indoctrinated into that cult. You're practically family! You know, personally, I think it's about damn time you guys start putting the entire XHF Network on notice."
[The odd trio sit together in silence and watch the flames of the campfire for a moment.]
"This is nice."
[Godzilla turns gently in an effort to not stir the water. He is silhouetted against the sun in a beautiful orange and purple haze. He stretches his arms out wide and yawns.]
“Welp. I best be headin’. Good to see you guys.”
“Wait.”
[Godzilla turns to face the HKW World Tag Team Champions. Fargo looks to his partner.]
“He’s right. He’s fuckin’ right!”
[Fargo starts laughing to himself.]
“We signed up to do this thing before anyone else even had the chance to think about it! We signed up to do it for a reason. People have this idea in their head that to truly be somebody you gotta do it on a level the whole Network takes note of. Godzilla is right.”
[Fargo pauses, letting the reality of this unreal situation sink for a second.]
“Godzilla. Is. Right. It’s time for us to make ourselves known at that level. Everywhere else we’ve been, we have put people on notice constantly. When we joined NLW and entered into the tournament to crown the inaugural champs, nobody thought we’d have a chance. Then we won it. You and I walk into Hardkore and win what has to be one of the most historic and storied Tag Team titles in the entire history. I mean, these belts have been around for so long even Jonnie Valentine didn’t even remember! Point is, you and I? We’re fuckin’ good at what we do. We’ve known it for a long fuckin’ time too. But, Godzilla is right. It’s time for everyone else to know that too. And there’s no better way to do that than to beat not one, but two former X*Crown Champions in one night.”
“Bingo.”
[Fargo places a hand on the shoulder of Mehrunes.]
“LIsten, your guy might be…”
[He looks up to Godzilla, who quickly shakes his head in response.]
“Just because… Hey. You can still make It proud?”
[He looks for reassurance from Godzilla again, who cringes slightly at this uncharacteristic show of empathy and offers a half-hearted shrug.]
“You wanted to prove your worth and you still can. We can. Together. We can win this thing, Mehrunes. Look out there, at the ocean. We’ll be out on the sea, wrestling two of the very best on the Network on a barge, whilst Godzilla watches over us. We know we have the ability to get this done. I know you’re upset, I would be too if my eldritch deity got drowned in their own bathtub, but you can’t let that bring us down. Just think of how good it will feel to kick El Rey in his face!”
“Yeah… Yeah that would feel pretty good… I guess…”
[Godzilla smirks slightly to himself. Somehow. Is that possible?]
“It’d feel pretty good, right?”
“His face does look pretty kickable.”
“Oh, the most kickable face of all time! Look at it like this, we already have one set of gold around our waists. Winning this match gets us one step closer to having yet another set of gold there too. By the end of the year we could be running out of space for gold on our bodies.”
[The pairing of Godzilla and Scott Fargo can’t tell but Smith cracks a slight smile under his mask.]
“El Rey and Zoran are pretty tough competition. Possibly the toughest that you guys have ever faced. But you gotta look at what you guys have accomplished since you came back.”
“Again, he’s right. We haven’t been back for two months and we’ve already conquered Hardkore and reached the finals of this thing. We’ve got the backing of fuckin’ Godzilla and a hell of a lot of momentum behind us. Personally, I don’t believe there is a single team on this entire Network, or in this entire industry, that are the same level as us as a team. As soon as that bell rings, it’s like brains form together, like we’re one person in two bodies. That’s not Zoran and El Rey. They’ve come this far, and there’s no doubt how good they are, but they’ve got a whole lot of baggage they’re carrying. We’re not here to make other people jealous. We’re not here to stroke each other's egos. We’re here to drape ourselves in gold. And we can do that, all we gotta do is win one more match.”
[There is a long pause. Godzilla yawns and checks his diamond rolex.]
“Yeah, I’ve gotta get going, guys. The wife’ll have dinner on.”
“Oh, yeah, sure. Nice to meet you, man.”
“Thanks for everything, Z.”
“No worries, any time. I’ll see you on the Sailbarge.”
“Again, do you have to buy a ticket for that?”
[Godzilla turns and pushes off into the ocean with a roar.]
“What are they gonna do?! I’m Godzilla!”
[Godzilla submerges out past the waves and out of sight of The End.]
“That was fuckin’ Godzilla!”
[Fargo looks to his partner again, wide eyed and excited.]
“THAT WAS FUCKIN’ GODZILLA!”
[Fargo jumps to his feet ecstatically.]
“THAT FUCKIN’ WAS GO-”
“I get it! Jesus!”
[Smith throws his arms up at Fargo. Fargo pauses and straightens himself up.]
“So. The 22nd.”
“The 22nd.”
“You know it doesn’t matter, right? For them I mean.”
“Zoran and El Rey?”
“Yeah.”
“Why?”
“Say the line.”
“What? Oh. It doesn’t matter because The End has already been written.”
“And The End remains the same.”
[Mehrunes climbs to his feet and joins Fargo in walking up the beach back toward the carpark.]
“Man, Godzilla is kind of a cool guy.”
