The End of End Of Days (The End Ending Promo Of End Of Days)
Oct 25, 2023 3:20:26 GMT -5
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Post by Jimbo on Oct 25, 2023 3:20:26 GMT -5
[ The murky green brown swamp water ebbs and swirls slowly. Bugs tick and chirp among the trees as a gator growls in the distance. An acoustic guitar is strummed slowly. A rough low voice accompanies the guitar. ]
[ The strumming is paused as the guitarist runs down the fretboard and flourishes with a bluesy lick to finish before returning to the slow strumming pattern. ]
[ The guitarist taps his foot on the rickety dock in a way to keep time. ]
[ He raises his voice and it slightly wavers and cracks toward the end of line. There is a lot of sadness behind his voice. ]
[ Once again, the guitarist runs down the frets of the old beat up acoustic guitar. The strings twang and echo amongst the swamp. The camera pulls back, down the dock. A large scaled foot comes into frame. The camera pulls back fully revealing Godzilla in a pair of denim overalls and straw wide brimmed hat. He is sitting in an extremely large rocking chair. He has a guitar that looks to be the size of a ukulele in comparison to his largeness (is that a word even lmao) strapped to him. ]
[ Godzilla has a guitar pick taped to the end of one of his claws. He runs down the frets once again with a bluesy flourish. ]
"Damn, he's good."
[ Sitting beside the King Of Monster is the Hardkore World Tag Team Champions, The End. Mehrunes Smith and Scott Fargo are sat, huddled around a small campfire while Godzilla sits above them in his rocking chair, plucking at strings and singing his heart out. ]
"I guess being a prehistoric monster that has lived for centuries probably gives you a lot of free time."
[ Fargo watches the monster strum and play away whilst Mehrunes reads from a leather bound book. ]
"This is nice."
[ Fargo stops to listen before turning to his partner. ]
"Few more days and everything changes."
"How do you figure that?"
[ Mehrunes replies with his head still between pages. ]
"We're gonna have a lot more commitments to balance. You get that right? We'll have a lot more on our plates. You think you're ready for that?"
"I do. Do you?"
"Yeah. I've been on the Network for a while, and while I did hold the Phoenix Championship, I was at a stage where I didn't understand what came with it. Part of why I wanna win so badly at End Of Days is to prove that I am every bit as good as the Dylan Blacks and James Dragons of this world. I gotta make up for how my run with the Phoenix Championship went. It's more than just putting a belt around my waist. It means more to me than that. We've come so far, so fast, we have a wave of momentum behind us that no team on the Network could ever hope to stop."
[ Mehrunes stops reading and shuts the book with a thud. ]
"Well, I'll say this: Every time I've entered into a match on this global level it has been the same old story. It was the same at Supremacy last year. I entered into a match for a chance to win Hyperion's Trident and they misspelled my name on the card. It's the same thing whenever somebody brings up Cthulhu despite my thing being completely legally distinct and different and also actually real as well. Everyone sees the mask and tries to make the same old joke. When you and I are crowned Global Tag Team Champions it will put a stamp on it, in permanent ink, that we are in fact no joke at all."
[ Above them, Godzilla is in the midst of an absolutely killer blues solo. Fargo shakes his head in disbelief. ]
“Yeah, I mean that’s normal.”
“Hm?”
[ Smith looks at his partner confused. Well, confused beneath the mask obviously. ]
“You know when we decided to return, I never pictured myself sitting around a campfire while Godzilla, King Of Monsters, sings a cover of Reverend Gary Davis.”
“Oh, Z is a massive blues fan. Muddy Water, Son House, Howlin’ Wolf, the list goes on. You know Robert Johnson?”
“Yeah, that’s the guy who people think he sold his soul to the Devil to be so good at playing the blues.”
“Right, well, he didn’t sell his soul to the Devil. He learned from the best.”
[ Smith looks up at the monster, who finishes up his solo with a small bluesy lick before return to a slow strum. ]
[ Fargo looks back at his partner. ]
“So, Modok and Moomoo, what do you think of them?”
“I think they’re big.”
“Big and brutal, yeah.”
“But, say if you combined them, what would you get?”
“Very big and very brutal?”
“Right. Yet, if you combine us, you get a complete package. My speed, my agility, my forward thinking combined with your strength, your skill and your cold hearted brutality. As individuals we have our own set of strengths and weaknesses, Moloch and Mormo have essentially the same strengths, same weaknesses. Compared to his brother, Moloch is the smaller one. He’s faster, snappier, but that is still a lot of weight to carry.”
“Even the biggest tree falls if you take an axe to it enough times.”
“Exactly. Essentially, they are dogs. Dogs that are trained to kill. Dogs that heel to their masters. If they see what they believe to be a juicy enough cut of meat, they can be fooled, they can be tricked. They follow their instincts, and while it has led them to some amount of success, instincts can’t be relied upon when they're up against a team that knows how to kill killers.”
“Killers are trained to kil, they ain’t trained to die, but at End Of Days? They will be."
[ Above them, Godzilla performs a blistering bluesy outro. As he holds the last note, bending the string up for an exaggerated effect, it echoes through the trees. The Hardkore Tag Team Champions look up at the monster and clap their approval. ]
“Thank you, thank you. Please, you're too kind. Really.”
[ The three share a jaunty laugh between friends. ]
“That was really good. I didn’t know you were a blues guy.”
“Oh, I’ve always been massively into the blues.”
“How long have you played for?”
“Oh man, I don’t even know how old I am. I couldn’t tell you. You know Robert Johnson?”
“Yeah, Mehrunes told me.”
“Taught him everything I knew, and that damn Devil got all the credit for it.”
[ Godzilla laughs as Fargo blinks his shocked expression away. ]
“Wait - The Devil is real too?”
“El Diablo?”
“Yeah, he’s real too.”
“Si.”
[ Fargo looks at Smith. ]
“This isn’t all some weird trip, right? Like, you haven’t slipped me acid at any point have you?”
“Do you really think I would do something like that? Before a match like what we have at End Of Days?”
“Firstly, yes. Secondly, good point.”
[ Fargo nods. Godzilla leans down to the pair. ]
“We save the acid until after End Of Days. You know, I'm pretty annoyed at the fact they’re putting you guys back on land for this one. I had a great time watching you guys beating Zoran and El Rey from the best seat in the house. Guess I’ll have to cheer you guys on from sitting on my couch at home.”
“If you had told me that Godzilla was gonna end up being a fan of professional wrestling, I don’t see how I could have possibly believed you.”
“I mean, have you seen -some- wrestling fans?”
[ Mehrunes deadpan stares into the camera like a late 2000’s NBC comedy sitcom. Pick one. ]
“Fair point. Hey, tell me, what else is real? You’re real, Mehrunes God is apparently real, The Devil. What else?”
“Hmm… So… Ghidorah? Real. Scylla? Real. Amhuluk? Real. Mothman, Owlman, Wolfman? All real. Dracula? Real. Frankenstein’s Monster? Not real, although some guy really tried back in the 80s. Pretty sure he got a life sentence for that. Creature From The Black Lagoon turns out was just some weird guy who made his own diving suit. God is a woman and real, it’s actually Margot Robbie but don’t tell anyone I said that. Jesus is a real dickhead. Buddha? Real. Santa? Not real. Everything to do with Scientology is completely not real.”
“I knew it!”
“Scientologists know it too, but they’re just too afraid to say anything. But, yeah, I’m excited to see you guys take on the ODS.”
“Oh, yeah, what’s your take on them?”
“Well, to start? I don’t like Donzig. At all. But he’s surrounded himself with some seriously bad dudes. ODS aren’t a joke. I mean, they’re Global Tag Champs for a reason obviously. The bond between twins is pretty strong too. You know I had a twin. I ate it in utero.”
[ There is a long awkward pause. Crickets chirp in this distance. ]
“Ye-” “Th-” “Yo-”
[ There is a second, longer, more awkwarder pause after all three try to speak at the same time. How uncomfortable. ]
“We aren’t going into End Of Days overlooking the ODS. We respect them as wrestlers, and more so as a team. You don’t get to this level by not being a serious threat. I’d say that the ODS might be the most dangerous team we’ve ever faced on this Network and we’ve faced Blobby and Noel Edmonds. So, that’s saying something.”
“Blobby is a notorious coke fiend.”
“Wow. What a surprise.”
[ No it’s not. ]
“But what they need to understand, we have gotten this far because we are also dangerous. I’d say that we are the most dangerous team that ODS have faced thus far. They’re in some serious deep water. I don’t believe it’s water that they can swim themselves out of. Once the water gets up to their necks, they’ll panic.”
“What's more important to them? Being the Global Tag Team Champions or serving Donzig? Because they aren’t coming out of End Of Days the same way they’re going into it. Don’t think Donzig would like to have his guard dogs go limping back to him with broken hind legs.”
[ Godzilla sits back up in his old rocking chair and begins to slowly strum through the chords again. ]
“Oh, I really like this one.”
[ Godzilla begins plucking strings between the chords. He ups the tempo of the strums slightly. ]
[ Fargo pulls a zippo lighter from his pocket and begins waving it back and forth above his head. ]
[ Smith opens up his book again and begins reading. ]
[ The shot pulls out on The End relaxing by the fire whilst Godzilla sings the blues. Pretty cool if you ask me. ]
Death don't have no mercy in this land.
[ The strumming is paused as the guitarist runs down the fretboard and flourishes with a bluesy lick to finish before returning to the slow strumming pattern. ]
Death don't have no mercy in this land.
[ The guitarist taps his foot on the rickety dock in a way to keep time. ]
He'll come to your house and won't stay long.
[ He raises his voice and it slightly wavers and cracks toward the end of line. There is a lot of sadness behind his voice. ]
Well, look in the bed and somebody will be gone.
[ Once again, the guitarist runs down the frets of the old beat up acoustic guitar. The strings twang and echo amongst the swamp. The camera pulls back, down the dock. A large scaled foot comes into frame. The camera pulls back fully revealing Godzilla in a pair of denim overalls and straw wide brimmed hat. He is sitting in an extremely large rocking chair. He has a guitar that looks to be the size of a ukulele in comparison to his largeness (is that a word even lmao) strapped to him. ]
Well, Death'll go in any family in this land.
Well, Death'll go in every family in this land.
[ Godzilla has a guitar pick taped to the end of one of his claws. He runs down the frets once again with a bluesy flourish. ]
"Damn, he's good."
[ Sitting beside the King Of Monster is the Hardkore World Tag Team Champions, The End. Mehrunes Smith and Scott Fargo are sat, huddled around a small campfire while Godzilla sits above them in his rocking chair, plucking at strings and singing his heart out. ]
"I guess being a prehistoric monster that has lived for centuries probably gives you a lot of free time."
[ Fargo watches the monster strum and play away whilst Mehrunes reads from a leather bound book. ]
"This is nice."
[ Fargo stops to listen before turning to his partner. ]
"Few more days and everything changes."
"How do you figure that?"
[ Mehrunes replies with his head still between pages. ]
"We're gonna have a lot more commitments to balance. You get that right? We'll have a lot more on our plates. You think you're ready for that?"
"I do. Do you?"
"Yeah. I've been on the Network for a while, and while I did hold the Phoenix Championship, I was at a stage where I didn't understand what came with it. Part of why I wanna win so badly at End Of Days is to prove that I am every bit as good as the Dylan Blacks and James Dragons of this world. I gotta make up for how my run with the Phoenix Championship went. It's more than just putting a belt around my waist. It means more to me than that. We've come so far, so fast, we have a wave of momentum behind us that no team on the Network could ever hope to stop."
[ Mehrunes stops reading and shuts the book with a thud. ]
"Well, I'll say this: Every time I've entered into a match on this global level it has been the same old story. It was the same at Supremacy last year. I entered into a match for a chance to win Hyperion's Trident and they misspelled my name on the card. It's the same thing whenever somebody brings up Cthulhu despite my thing being completely legally distinct and different and also actually real as well. Everyone sees the mask and tries to make the same old joke. When you and I are crowned Global Tag Team Champions it will put a stamp on it, in permanent ink, that we are in fact no joke at all."
[ Above them, Godzilla is in the midst of an absolutely killer blues solo. Fargo shakes his head in disbelief. ]
“Yeah, I mean that’s normal.”
“Hm?”
[ Smith looks at his partner confused. Well, confused beneath the mask obviously. ]
“You know when we decided to return, I never pictured myself sitting around a campfire while Godzilla, King Of Monsters, sings a cover of Reverend Gary Davis.”
“Oh, Z is a massive blues fan. Muddy Water, Son House, Howlin’ Wolf, the list goes on. You know Robert Johnson?”
“Yeah, that’s the guy who people think he sold his soul to the Devil to be so good at playing the blues.”
“Right, well, he didn’t sell his soul to the Devil. He learned from the best.”
[ Smith looks up at the monster, who finishes up his solo with a small bluesy lick before return to a slow strum. ]
Old Death always in a hurry in this land.
Old Death always in a hurry in this land.
Well, he’ll come to your house and won’t stay long.
You look in the bed and your mother will be gone.
“So, Modok and Moomoo, what do you think of them?”
“I think they’re big.”
“Big and brutal, yeah.”
“But, say if you combined them, what would you get?”
“Very big and very brutal?”
“Right. Yet, if you combine us, you get a complete package. My speed, my agility, my forward thinking combined with your strength, your skill and your cold hearted brutality. As individuals we have our own set of strengths and weaknesses, Moloch and Mormo have essentially the same strengths, same weaknesses. Compared to his brother, Moloch is the smaller one. He’s faster, snappier, but that is still a lot of weight to carry.”
“Even the biggest tree falls if you take an axe to it enough times.”
“Exactly. Essentially, they are dogs. Dogs that are trained to kill. Dogs that heel to their masters. If they see what they believe to be a juicy enough cut of meat, they can be fooled, they can be tricked. They follow their instincts, and while it has led them to some amount of success, instincts can’t be relied upon when they're up against a team that knows how to kill killers.”
“Killers are trained to kil, they ain’t trained to die, but at End Of Days? They will be."
[ Above them, Godzilla performs a blistering bluesy outro. As he holds the last note, bending the string up for an exaggerated effect, it echoes through the trees. The Hardkore Tag Team Champions look up at the monster and clap their approval. ]
“Thank you, thank you. Please, you're too kind. Really.”
[ The three share a jaunty laugh between friends. ]
“That was really good. I didn’t know you were a blues guy.”
“Oh, I’ve always been massively into the blues.”
“How long have you played for?”
“Oh man, I don’t even know how old I am. I couldn’t tell you. You know Robert Johnson?”
“Yeah, Mehrunes told me.”
“Taught him everything I knew, and that damn Devil got all the credit for it.”
[ Godzilla laughs as Fargo blinks his shocked expression away. ]
“Wait - The Devil is real too?”
“El Diablo?”
“Yeah, he’s real too.”
“Si.”
[ Fargo looks at Smith. ]
“This isn’t all some weird trip, right? Like, you haven’t slipped me acid at any point have you?”
“Do you really think I would do something like that? Before a match like what we have at End Of Days?”
“Firstly, yes. Secondly, good point.”
[ Fargo nods. Godzilla leans down to the pair. ]
“We save the acid until after End Of Days. You know, I'm pretty annoyed at the fact they’re putting you guys back on land for this one. I had a great time watching you guys beating Zoran and El Rey from the best seat in the house. Guess I’ll have to cheer you guys on from sitting on my couch at home.”
“If you had told me that Godzilla was gonna end up being a fan of professional wrestling, I don’t see how I could have possibly believed you.”
“I mean, have you seen -some- wrestling fans?”
[ Mehrunes deadpan stares into the camera like a late 2000’s NBC comedy sitcom. Pick one. ]
“Fair point. Hey, tell me, what else is real? You’re real, Mehrunes God is apparently real, The Devil. What else?”
“Hmm… So… Ghidorah? Real. Scylla? Real. Amhuluk? Real. Mothman, Owlman, Wolfman? All real. Dracula? Real. Frankenstein’s Monster? Not real, although some guy really tried back in the 80s. Pretty sure he got a life sentence for that. Creature From The Black Lagoon turns out was just some weird guy who made his own diving suit. God is a woman and real, it’s actually Margot Robbie but don’t tell anyone I said that. Jesus is a real dickhead. Buddha? Real. Santa? Not real. Everything to do with Scientology is completely not real.”
“I knew it!”
“Scientologists know it too, but they’re just too afraid to say anything. But, yeah, I’m excited to see you guys take on the ODS.”
“Oh, yeah, what’s your take on them?”
“Well, to start? I don’t like Donzig. At all. But he’s surrounded himself with some seriously bad dudes. ODS aren’t a joke. I mean, they’re Global Tag Champs for a reason obviously. The bond between twins is pretty strong too. You know I had a twin. I ate it in utero.”
[ There is a long awkward pause. Crickets chirp in this distance. ]
“Ye-” “Th-” “Yo-”
[ There is a second, longer, more awkwarder pause after all three try to speak at the same time. How uncomfortable. ]
“We aren’t going into End Of Days overlooking the ODS. We respect them as wrestlers, and more so as a team. You don’t get to this level by not being a serious threat. I’d say that the ODS might be the most dangerous team we’ve ever faced on this Network and we’ve faced Blobby and Noel Edmonds. So, that’s saying something.”
“Blobby is a notorious coke fiend.”
“Wow. What a surprise.”
[ No it’s not. ]
“But what they need to understand, we have gotten this far because we are also dangerous. I’d say that we are the most dangerous team that ODS have faced thus far. They’re in some serious deep water. I don’t believe it’s water that they can swim themselves out of. Once the water gets up to their necks, they’ll panic.”
“What's more important to them? Being the Global Tag Team Champions or serving Donzig? Because they aren’t coming out of End Of Days the same way they’re going into it. Don’t think Donzig would like to have his guard dogs go limping back to him with broken hind legs.”
[ Godzilla sits back up in his old rocking chair and begins to slowly strum through the chords again. ]
“Oh, I really like this one.”
[ Godzilla begins plucking strings between the chords. He ups the tempo of the strums slightly. ]
Don’t want no woman.
That run around.
You made me love you.
You made me cry.
You made me cry.
[ Smith opens up his book again and begins reading. ]
You should remember.
That you were born to die.
[ The shot pulls out on The End relaxing by the fire whilst Godzilla sings the blues. Pretty cool if you ask me. ]