Post by Technical Perfection on Jun 2, 2018 16:30:07 GMT -5
As the choral opening of “This Corrosion” fades out, the image of the Ankh stays on screen. The speaker’s face is obscured, giving no clue of her identity as all that can be seen is one eye, staring, unblinking out onto the world beyond the camera. Slowly, carefully the woman begins to speak. A voice, cool, calm, near emotionless. The beauty that the frame is largely hiding is cut into sharp focus against the harsh, nasal tones of her New Jersey accent. Each word is measured, not one excess syllable escaping her hidden lips.
Woman: I am watching. I am watching you all. I have been watching for some time. Whether that is entirely my own decision or something that has been taken under advisement from another, it is neither the time nor place to say. You will all find out in due time.
The eye blinks.
Woman: Xtraction: Blood Money. Where the AWF and AXW go to war, where bodies will be broken and lives changed for ever in the services of your own careers, your own legacies. And in the service of your federation as enemies become allies over who will win bragging rights and a chance to shape the others’ futures. I will be watching.
The eye blinks again and looks downwards, taking a pause to focus.
Woman: Where Dylan Black and Jeffrey Viper will clash, mid ring to settle a blood feud, a recognition of parenthood. A family drama played out in front of a Greek chorus of baying fans. A passion play of Shakespearian drama. All laid bare, emotions to the fore in the theatre of pain that is professional wrestling. I will be watching.
Another rest of the eyes as if deep in thought.
Woman: Where Christian Phoenix will attempt to continue his meteoric rise towards true stardom against the panache and flair that “The Mercenary” Maverick brings to the ring. Where icons clash, both current and future to attempt to secure that extra slot in a future main event. I cannot say who will win. It should prove a most interesting encounter. I will be watching.
Another pause, and this time a little venom creeping into the back of the throat about the more pure hearted of the competitors.
Woman: Where Bobby Barratt and Danny Ray, the forces of good and evil in this great morality play that is professional wrestling fight over the grand prize that is the Prestige Class Championship. You have Bobby Barratt, a man who will do anything to ensure victory, a man who exists in his own moral gray area. You have Danny Ray, a good man, a noble and pure heart. And to the victor go the spoils, whether it is by the saintly or the sinner. A judgement on all your houses. I will be watching.
More focus, a little more commitment for the next match.
Woman: The X*Crown. The title that Rob Arnold had to fight tooth and nail to hold on to through the gruelling war that was the XHF Rumble. And the man who so nearly defeated him, the man who came within mere inches of stripping the title from around Arnold’s waist will be his competitor in the upcoming match. Jack Diamond would carry that belt with pride as Arnold does now. Neither man will give in or give up. So it is merely left for us to wonder who will give out first. I will be watching.
A longer pause as if to collect the many thoughts about the main event.
Woman: And the main event. The battle for ultimate supremacy amongst the federations involved. Ten men who will be doing everything they can to assure victory, ten men who will fight with every last drop of blood in their body. Every style of wrestling, every colour, every stripe all represented amongst these ten athletes. Words have been exchanged, brutal at times, but words mean nothing to the brutality of combat. This is the fiercest test of company loyalty, one which all the fans watching will have shelled out their money to see. They will fill out the stands. They will cheer their heroes. They will mark down their tribal loyalties and fly the flag for the federation of their choosing. I will not cheer. I have no dog in the fight. But I will be watching.
A brief clear of the throat as the woman prepares to sum up her thoughts on the whole occasion.
Woman: Every man on the card. Every wrestler. This is all dust in the wind to you. I am not there to change your game plans. I am not there to change how you act, how you think. Enter that ring. Do your best. Prove your worth, to yourself, to the fans, to your authorities. Settle fatherhood, main event places, titles, bragging rights. I will merely sit back and observe. Because I am simply there to watch. And why?
A snort of laughter before a sinister air enters the woman’s voice.
Woman: Well that’s none of your concern.
