Post by Venom 🕷 on Jul 23, 2018 12:16:40 GMT -5
Eyes, dark black beady eyes. They stare deeply, coldly, into the camera. They’re happy, unconcerned eyes. Then they go cold. We pan out and they are the eyes of a pig and blood is streaming down its neck. It’s dead.
“AHHHHHHH!”
Venom jolts up in his hotel room bed. Sweat covers his forehead and is dripping down his face. He’s pale white in fear. He looks around and Goldbear II is standing next to his bed. Goldbear II lets out a soft growl.
“Yes, it was the dream about the pig again.”
Venom wipes the sweat from his face and then his forehead.
“I don’t know what happened in the woods that night, but I do know, I didn’t like it.”
Goldbear II paws at the bed and lets out a growl.
“I know what people think happened, but that can’t be what we did out there, can it.”
Goldbear II shrugs.
“It’s not that that’s bothering me as much as the pig. The pig that James wanted me to kill. The pig that he then slaughtered in front of me. I know it happens all the time. I eat bacon. I eat ham. I once set a wrestling pig on fire and ate its skin. Something about that poor unsuspecting pig, though, keeps haunting me. I don’t know what to do.”
Goldbear II lets out a long loud roar.
“Talk to someone? I am talking to someone.”
Goldbear II shakes his head.
“You mean a shrink? I guess I can do that. I’ll make an appointment in the morning.”
Venom lays back down and we fade.
Raymond, Maverick. You two made your intentions felt long ago. You ever fought your brothers-in-arms Maverick to secure your spot ahead of your fellow ICONs to get this shot. Once it was your turn, you even showed up in Atlanta and invaded the Gun Show to make sure we knew who you were. You waited your turn, and now you know it is your time to shine.
There’s only one problem gentlemen. You’re still both nothing.
Maverick, you’re still a middle of the road guy at a company that is one step above the gutter in Ohio. Sure, you won a title in AWF, but winning a championship there is like winning a wet t-shirt contest at your family reunion. Sure you won, but it’s more embarrassing than it is rewarding, and you probably don’t want to tell your friends about it. You may not see it, but it’s true. You were the champion of the dump, and you weren’t even the highest champion of the dump. Meanwhile, I’ve reached the top of this company at its peak and have held onto these tag team championships for months taking on challenges from your shit hole and much better feds as well.
Speaking of much better feds. Raymond, you have more of a leg to stand on. You fight in the second best company in the network. The pride of Europe. The AXW. You fight amongst the greats such as Price, the recently retired Rob Arnold, Curtis Kanyon and even the upcoming superstar Anomoly. You’ve fought in the same company of all of those greats and you’ve also held singles gold. You my friend, would be a scary competitor, you know, if you actually beat any of those names I mentioned. You haven’t though. You’ve beat no one worthwhile. You have done nothing that even bothers me in the least.
As a team, I’d say you’re impressive, but how would I know. All you’ve had is one match together against whom you had inside knowledge about as a member of their faction. How will you do now, though? How will you do against us? Against a team that has travelled with each other for over a decade. Against a team that has worked together so long that they know each other’s thoughts. Against a team that you have no inside knowledge of. I’ll tell you how you’ll do, terribly.
You will fail.
Not because you don’t have what it takes. Not because you won’t prepare enough. Not because you’re not ready for this spotlight.
No.
You’ll fail because we will do whatever it takes to win. You’ll fail because everything you do to prepare, we’ll do more. You’ll fail because we aren’t just ready for the spotlight, we are the spotlight. We are the Guns, and we are XHF. You don’t stand a chance.
Venom is laying on a couch. His eyes are closed, but he’s not asleep as he’s speaking seemingly to the air as we cannot see the rest of the room.
“I keep having this dream, and it is so vivid and real because I lived it, or at least a version of it. I see these eyes. They’re staring at me so happy and full of life. Then I watch as the life drains out of them and blood begins pouring from the neck. I can’t stop the dream, it just keeps happening. What do I do?”
Venom opens his eyes and sits up. He looks to the direction to where the psychiatrist should be sitting, but there sits a pig. It snorts as him and then blood begins to pour from its throat. Venom wakes up again and looks over at Goldbear II standing next to him.
“You’re right, I’ll call and make the appointment now.”
Fade.
“AHHHHHHH!”
Venom jolts up in his hotel room bed. Sweat covers his forehead and is dripping down his face. He’s pale white in fear. He looks around and Goldbear II is standing next to his bed. Goldbear II lets out a soft growl.
“Yes, it was the dream about the pig again.”
Venom wipes the sweat from his face and then his forehead.
“I don’t know what happened in the woods that night, but I do know, I didn’t like it.”
Goldbear II paws at the bed and lets out a growl.
“I know what people think happened, but that can’t be what we did out there, can it.”
Goldbear II shrugs.
“It’s not that that’s bothering me as much as the pig. The pig that James wanted me to kill. The pig that he then slaughtered in front of me. I know it happens all the time. I eat bacon. I eat ham. I once set a wrestling pig on fire and ate its skin. Something about that poor unsuspecting pig, though, keeps haunting me. I don’t know what to do.”
Goldbear II lets out a long loud roar.
“Talk to someone? I am talking to someone.”
Goldbear II shakes his head.
“You mean a shrink? I guess I can do that. I’ll make an appointment in the morning.”
Venom lays back down and we fade.
Raymond, Maverick. You two made your intentions felt long ago. You ever fought your brothers-in-arms Maverick to secure your spot ahead of your fellow ICONs to get this shot. Once it was your turn, you even showed up in Atlanta and invaded the Gun Show to make sure we knew who you were. You waited your turn, and now you know it is your time to shine.
There’s only one problem gentlemen. You’re still both nothing.
Maverick, you’re still a middle of the road guy at a company that is one step above the gutter in Ohio. Sure, you won a title in AWF, but winning a championship there is like winning a wet t-shirt contest at your family reunion. Sure you won, but it’s more embarrassing than it is rewarding, and you probably don’t want to tell your friends about it. You may not see it, but it’s true. You were the champion of the dump, and you weren’t even the highest champion of the dump. Meanwhile, I’ve reached the top of this company at its peak and have held onto these tag team championships for months taking on challenges from your shit hole and much better feds as well.
Speaking of much better feds. Raymond, you have more of a leg to stand on. You fight in the second best company in the network. The pride of Europe. The AXW. You fight amongst the greats such as Price, the recently retired Rob Arnold, Curtis Kanyon and even the upcoming superstar Anomoly. You’ve fought in the same company of all of those greats and you’ve also held singles gold. You my friend, would be a scary competitor, you know, if you actually beat any of those names I mentioned. You haven’t though. You’ve beat no one worthwhile. You have done nothing that even bothers me in the least.
As a team, I’d say you’re impressive, but how would I know. All you’ve had is one match together against whom you had inside knowledge about as a member of their faction. How will you do now, though? How will you do against us? Against a team that has travelled with each other for over a decade. Against a team that has worked together so long that they know each other’s thoughts. Against a team that you have no inside knowledge of. I’ll tell you how you’ll do, terribly.
You will fail.
Not because you don’t have what it takes. Not because you won’t prepare enough. Not because you’re not ready for this spotlight.
No.
You’ll fail because we will do whatever it takes to win. You’ll fail because everything you do to prepare, we’ll do more. You’ll fail because we aren’t just ready for the spotlight, we are the spotlight. We are the Guns, and we are XHF. You don’t stand a chance.
Venom is laying on a couch. His eyes are closed, but he’s not asleep as he’s speaking seemingly to the air as we cannot see the rest of the room.
“I keep having this dream, and it is so vivid and real because I lived it, or at least a version of it. I see these eyes. They’re staring at me so happy and full of life. Then I watch as the life drains out of them and blood begins pouring from the neck. I can’t stop the dream, it just keeps happening. What do I do?”
Venom opens his eyes and sits up. He looks to the direction to where the psychiatrist should be sitting, but there sits a pig. It snorts as him and then blood begins to pour from its throat. Venom wakes up again and looks over at Goldbear II standing next to him.
“You’re right, I’ll call and make the appointment now.”
Fade.
