Post by Slainmaker on Oct 28, 2017 13:07:09 GMT -5
** Slain steps off a bus onto the sidewalk, thanking the driver with an arm's length thumbs up. He withdraws himself slightly and pulls his rucksack up to cover his head because of the drizzly weather as he powerwalks facing the camera that is travelling alongside him. **
SLAIN:
I've said before that Thob isn't the best at understanding rules, but I can't shrug that result off. It was a comprehensive loss. She's had a joint countout before, and I could talk my way around that one. I mean, if you are a manager and you have a client that is undefeated, you are obligated to shout that from the rooftops while it lasts. You don't leave a selling point like that on the table. Well congratulations Curtis, my client is now less marketable after facing you, and as a business man yourself you'll know that's possibly the worst thing you could have done in terms of hurting my feelings. As well as having to find new angles I have been confronted with the possibility that unusual win conditions such as those on Sunday might be a way to successfully negotiate the effectiveness of my client's badassery, as I'm sure was the intent.
** Slain becomes 'trapped' behind an older couple walking in front of him at a slower pace. He visibly contemplates squeezing around the side of them but settles on crossing the street to resume his journey on the other side. **
SLAIN:
As much as I knew all runs come to an end, I have made a mistake. I truly believe that after all this time we need to evolve to stay on top. You can't fight time. You can only work with it. I've mentioned how Venom was an example of that in the past, but I neglected how Curtis has done the same by following in the footsteps of his brother. It doesn't matter to me that he's in his shadow. If you want to make it to the top in the world of giants you have to learn how to climb in the dark. Some places don't have the history that we do, and I like to think that history motivates us to keep our standards up rather than holds us down. In the world of wrestling, having some of Chris Kanyon's DNA floating around you cannot be a negative. This is why, as a one-off, I am happy with the competitors in this match. Harry, Venom, Curtis and Thob lined are like the evolution poster of ape turning into man. All four men were on top in their times and together they demonstrate the ongoing struggle for excellence. The X*Crown is the great prize it is because of their cumulative ability. If we point and laugh at Harry's wizened gorilla features compared to the rest, we're missing the message. Even though I believe Thob will cement herself as the next in line to greatness tomorrow that doesn't mean you can make fun of the chimpanzee for being lame because firstly they're not and secondly they will rip your face off.
** Now the background is becoming less urbanised as Slain travels off the beaten path. Shops turn to houses and the roads start to empty. **
SLAIN:
Niceties aside, that match confirmed another suspicion I had. In my previous two matches against the Double J's, Thob was not a popular champion. People would root against her, preferring to back whoever she was up against. This last month has been different. It's not just the international exposure that has boosted the merch figures, it's the opponents. People wanted Thob to win even before I told them to, because the other competitors are bad people. We're used to Thob not getting any respect, but she has been subjected to constant death-threats and a psychotic desire to see her tortured. Before she was seen as a circus freak but now she's facing off against those three monsters she is the everyman fighting for justice. She has been disrespected. She has been called an animal. She has been called food. People have tried to eat her! To hang her up on a pole while people try to tear her down like she's the confederate flag. There's even been an attempt to propagandise the children of the world against her. I can't tell how much it effects her, but it has to. Judging by her unique treatment she has to have them scared. Those bastards burned her at the stake like Joan of Arc!
** Slain lets himself through a waist-height metal gate to enter a graveyard. His pace slows as he watches where he treads. He comes to a halt next to one of the stones and kneels down next to it. On it reads 'þe Olde Boarg'. **
SLAIN:
Everyone knows at this point that Thob is the hardiest, toughest competitor that ever stepped foot in the ring. That's why they behaved in this way. Treating her like a child's toy, like a punching bag that will always swing back for more. Just because she heals, doesn't mean she doesn't hurt. Last Sunday the one opponent that I thought still had some measure of compassion - or at least, too much self-interest for cruelty - buried her at sea. Within an instant she was engulfed not in flame this time but the choking, shocking waters of Lake Killerkazoo as she fell and fell and fell, pulled down by the weight of her golden glories. No way up, no oxygen and no hope. Her body turned cold that night. Was there a service? No, there wasn't even a mention on commentary! The only thing I saw in reaction was Curtis Kanyon celebrating around town like he just scored the winning strike! For you talented fools out there who are taking your rest day before the big match against the champion, I have some sad news. Every body comes to an end one day and returns to the earth from whence it came.
** Slain plunges his arm into the wet soil and yanks Thob up out of it. She is caked in mud and the precipitation washes bits of it off gradually, showing glimpses of the gold from the belts underneath. **
SLAIN:
But legends. Don't. Die! You can cover up your problem with water or earth, wind or fire but it's still there and it's still your problem only now it remembers what you did. Thob isn't your normal opponent. She has survived for millennia and isn't going to let you three stop her now. Lower her to the bottom of the deepest lake or raise her to the top of the highest temperatures if you want but I'll tell you now, the wrestlers under the Slain Event Management banner never miss a booking. If a promoter pays me for a match then they get a damn match and that's a guarantee! I've been spending a lot of time trying to mould her into something society can accept, tame down her image for the media, but don't forget how she got here. She is still the Beasting Carnage. You three may be a trio of nasty motherfuckers, but she's the motherfucker fucker!
** Slain swings Thob around, smashing the gravestone that used to bare her name. **
SLAIN:
I've got a few more things that aren't dead yet. I'm talking about my dreams. I have a dream that little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as they get their black parents and white parents to buy more Thob merchandise. I dream that Venom will be cast into the wilderness by defeat, unable to make the Network another of his doomed homes. He says the AWF are a joke yet they have a representative in the End of Days finals because of giving opportunities to people he dismisses out of hand. I love the AWF and I dream it continues to hold the X*Crown so that more of its talents get the big opportunities that their humble circumstances cannot otherwise provide. I dream that Thob goes on to either defend against the End of Days winner. Either the great Jackson Steele against one lady he can't handle in an Ohio dream match or one against the tricky Tron, whose mere mention seems to cause this boarg to break out in hives for reasons beyond my comprehension. I think there's history there. Or future. It's complicated.
** The wind howls. **
THE WIND:
WhoooooooOOOOooooOooo.
SLAIN:
Not now Chris. But that reminds me. As a man of money Curtis should be glad that match didn't happen further North otherwise he would be getting a letter from my legal team. I dream that the Network will continue to keep the children happy and that the hopes of little Pepito will not be finito. I dream that Thob will defeat Curtis Kanyon just like he defeated Thor all those centuries ago. If Curtis thinks he has Thob's number after the buried at sea match, he should be grateful that her wrath was focused not on him but on the boat. The suffering she went through was beyond words, but the boat was left with a hole through the middle with a body so damaged they didn't even bother to retrieve the corpse, and that's the fate that could be waiting for him.
** Thob is placed on the shattered stone shards. She stands slightly tilted because of the uneven footing. **
SLAIN:
Finally I thank Harold Campbell for his contributions to the world championships that are a part of the title we are competing for. There will be many falls in our match and if he is able to win one maybe the ECF will be fitting. They call him Mr XHF around here, but with him being around since the start and being so vital to the formation of new worlds, to me he is Thomas XHFerson. As for how the match tomorrow is going to play out, we can look to the royal family. There are plenty of titles up for grabs, blood relations help a lot but nothing for siblings, there are men of high standing who are without power because they don't have any land to call their own, and you'll notice that it isn't Prince Harry that gets to wear the crown.
** Slain picks up Thob. **
SLAIN:
It's the Queen.
** Slain gets up and places Thob into his rucksack. He makes an exit and the camera follows him without getting up. It passes a gravestone marked 'Hardcore Harry's seven year reign', another marked 'Bethesda VFW Forever in our hearts', a fenced-off section of the graveyard with a gate marked 'Wrestling promotions no longer financially viable after Venom joined' and finally another stone with the message 'Chris Kanyon (his body is somewhere else this is just to remind Curtis he's dead)'. **
SLAIN:
I've said before that Thob isn't the best at understanding rules, but I can't shrug that result off. It was a comprehensive loss. She's had a joint countout before, and I could talk my way around that one. I mean, if you are a manager and you have a client that is undefeated, you are obligated to shout that from the rooftops while it lasts. You don't leave a selling point like that on the table. Well congratulations Curtis, my client is now less marketable after facing you, and as a business man yourself you'll know that's possibly the worst thing you could have done in terms of hurting my feelings. As well as having to find new angles I have been confronted with the possibility that unusual win conditions such as those on Sunday might be a way to successfully negotiate the effectiveness of my client's badassery, as I'm sure was the intent.
** Slain becomes 'trapped' behind an older couple walking in front of him at a slower pace. He visibly contemplates squeezing around the side of them but settles on crossing the street to resume his journey on the other side. **
SLAIN:
As much as I knew all runs come to an end, I have made a mistake. I truly believe that after all this time we need to evolve to stay on top. You can't fight time. You can only work with it. I've mentioned how Venom was an example of that in the past, but I neglected how Curtis has done the same by following in the footsteps of his brother. It doesn't matter to me that he's in his shadow. If you want to make it to the top in the world of giants you have to learn how to climb in the dark. Some places don't have the history that we do, and I like to think that history motivates us to keep our standards up rather than holds us down. In the world of wrestling, having some of Chris Kanyon's DNA floating around you cannot be a negative. This is why, as a one-off, I am happy with the competitors in this match. Harry, Venom, Curtis and Thob lined are like the evolution poster of ape turning into man. All four men were on top in their times and together they demonstrate the ongoing struggle for excellence. The X*Crown is the great prize it is because of their cumulative ability. If we point and laugh at Harry's wizened gorilla features compared to the rest, we're missing the message. Even though I believe Thob will cement herself as the next in line to greatness tomorrow that doesn't mean you can make fun of the chimpanzee for being lame because firstly they're not and secondly they will rip your face off.
** Now the background is becoming less urbanised as Slain travels off the beaten path. Shops turn to houses and the roads start to empty. **
SLAIN:
Niceties aside, that match confirmed another suspicion I had. In my previous two matches against the Double J's, Thob was not a popular champion. People would root against her, preferring to back whoever she was up against. This last month has been different. It's not just the international exposure that has boosted the merch figures, it's the opponents. People wanted Thob to win even before I told them to, because the other competitors are bad people. We're used to Thob not getting any respect, but she has been subjected to constant death-threats and a psychotic desire to see her tortured. Before she was seen as a circus freak but now she's facing off against those three monsters she is the everyman fighting for justice. She has been disrespected. She has been called an animal. She has been called food. People have tried to eat her! To hang her up on a pole while people try to tear her down like she's the confederate flag. There's even been an attempt to propagandise the children of the world against her. I can't tell how much it effects her, but it has to. Judging by her unique treatment she has to have them scared. Those bastards burned her at the stake like Joan of Arc!
** Slain lets himself through a waist-height metal gate to enter a graveyard. His pace slows as he watches where he treads. He comes to a halt next to one of the stones and kneels down next to it. On it reads 'þe Olde Boarg'. **
SLAIN:
Everyone knows at this point that Thob is the hardiest, toughest competitor that ever stepped foot in the ring. That's why they behaved in this way. Treating her like a child's toy, like a punching bag that will always swing back for more. Just because she heals, doesn't mean she doesn't hurt. Last Sunday the one opponent that I thought still had some measure of compassion - or at least, too much self-interest for cruelty - buried her at sea. Within an instant she was engulfed not in flame this time but the choking, shocking waters of Lake Killerkazoo as she fell and fell and fell, pulled down by the weight of her golden glories. No way up, no oxygen and no hope. Her body turned cold that night. Was there a service? No, there wasn't even a mention on commentary! The only thing I saw in reaction was Curtis Kanyon celebrating around town like he just scored the winning strike! For you talented fools out there who are taking your rest day before the big match against the champion, I have some sad news. Every body comes to an end one day and returns to the earth from whence it came.
** Slain plunges his arm into the wet soil and yanks Thob up out of it. She is caked in mud and the precipitation washes bits of it off gradually, showing glimpses of the gold from the belts underneath. **
SLAIN:
But legends. Don't. Die! You can cover up your problem with water or earth, wind or fire but it's still there and it's still your problem only now it remembers what you did. Thob isn't your normal opponent. She has survived for millennia and isn't going to let you three stop her now. Lower her to the bottom of the deepest lake or raise her to the top of the highest temperatures if you want but I'll tell you now, the wrestlers under the Slain Event Management banner never miss a booking. If a promoter pays me for a match then they get a damn match and that's a guarantee! I've been spending a lot of time trying to mould her into something society can accept, tame down her image for the media, but don't forget how she got here. She is still the Beasting Carnage. You three may be a trio of nasty motherfuckers, but she's the motherfucker fucker!
** Slain swings Thob around, smashing the gravestone that used to bare her name. **
SLAIN:
I've got a few more things that aren't dead yet. I'm talking about my dreams. I have a dream that little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as they get their black parents and white parents to buy more Thob merchandise. I dream that Venom will be cast into the wilderness by defeat, unable to make the Network another of his doomed homes. He says the AWF are a joke yet they have a representative in the End of Days finals because of giving opportunities to people he dismisses out of hand. I love the AWF and I dream it continues to hold the X*Crown so that more of its talents get the big opportunities that their humble circumstances cannot otherwise provide. I dream that Thob goes on to either defend against the End of Days winner. Either the great Jackson Steele against one lady he can't handle in an Ohio dream match or one against the tricky Tron, whose mere mention seems to cause this boarg to break out in hives for reasons beyond my comprehension. I think there's history there. Or future. It's complicated.
** The wind howls. **
THE WIND:
WhoooooooOOOOooooOooo.
SLAIN:
Not now Chris. But that reminds me. As a man of money Curtis should be glad that match didn't happen further North otherwise he would be getting a letter from my legal team. I dream that the Network will continue to keep the children happy and that the hopes of little Pepito will not be finito. I dream that Thob will defeat Curtis Kanyon just like he defeated Thor all those centuries ago. If Curtis thinks he has Thob's number after the buried at sea match, he should be grateful that her wrath was focused not on him but on the boat. The suffering she went through was beyond words, but the boat was left with a hole through the middle with a body so damaged they didn't even bother to retrieve the corpse, and that's the fate that could be waiting for him.
** Thob is placed on the shattered stone shards. She stands slightly tilted because of the uneven footing. **
SLAIN:
Finally I thank Harold Campbell for his contributions to the world championships that are a part of the title we are competing for. There will be many falls in our match and if he is able to win one maybe the ECF will be fitting. They call him Mr XHF around here, but with him being around since the start and being so vital to the formation of new worlds, to me he is Thomas XHFerson. As for how the match tomorrow is going to play out, we can look to the royal family. There are plenty of titles up for grabs, blood relations help a lot but nothing for siblings, there are men of high standing who are without power because they don't have any land to call their own, and you'll notice that it isn't Prince Harry that gets to wear the crown.
** Slain picks up Thob. **
SLAIN:
It's the Queen.
** Slain gets up and places Thob into his rucksack. He makes an exit and the camera follows him without getting up. It passes a gravestone marked 'Hardcore Harry's seven year reign', another marked 'Bethesda VFW Forever in our hearts', a fenced-off section of the graveyard with a gate marked 'Wrestling promotions no longer financially viable after Venom joined' and finally another stone with the message 'Chris Kanyon (his body is somewhere else this is just to remind Curtis he's dead)'. **