Post by Deleted on Dec 31, 2018 14:51:16 GMT -5
-A man wearing a blue jumpsuit is looking at a wall of various masks, his back to the camera. The wall is dimly lit, with the only lighting pointing towards each face covering. Towards the left various luchadore inspired masks, some famous. Towards the middle monster movie. Later on down the line masks from various other forms of fiction, and finally seemingly random ones. The man reaches out towards one of the famous "Halloween" antagonist Michael Myers and he carefully puts it on.
The man turns and eyes up the camera man. Tilting his head slightly before giving off a laugh. He begins speaking.-
"Oh don't worry. I'm not like those other girls. I don't wear masks to cover up my personality. I don't wear masks because I'm afraid of the man underneath. I don't wear them to fool anyone either. No I wear masks because it doesn't even matter.
It doesn't matter because despite the glitz and the glam of the men who walk out of the curtain, despite all the words they use to elevate their careers and harm others, at the end of the day they're all people. "
-The man puts a hand on the mask and runs it down slowly before laughing again. This time he would shake his head before continuing.-
"These same people change their names, wear new clothes, sometimes even change the way they walk. And mostly all for a paycheck. They can't let the world know who they really are, in fear that paycheck will go away. They do anything for recognition, but always seem to overlook the real way to impress those who know.
Sometimes I pity them. I've been there. Doing anything boss man said to make sure I still had money in my pocket. Living the poor life isn't appealing. It's demoralizing as well. But what gets me? What really irks me? Is that even when these same people finally get enough money to give everyone in the country a dollar and still be rich, they keep pressing on for more and more.
So no, my mask doesn't represent me running from anything. Instead it's more of a parody. A parody of people who can never get enough. Always bowing down to the whims of who is paying them with no end isn't living. It's slavery. When do these people ever discover who they really are if ever at all?"
-The masked man walks over to a wall and then clicks a switch, lighting up the rest of the small room. It's packed tightly with various bits of wrestling memorabilia. Championship belts, VHS tapes, action figures, even signed pictures. The shot never focuses in on anything before the man begins speaking again.-
"That brings me to my first opponent here in Dark Horse Wrestling. A young strapping lass. I'm sure she's had many names considering her background. But she is clearly exactly the kind of person I was just talking about. One who only does things for the highest bidder at the time. Took on this business to simply gain more exposure. Hell I'm sure she's already got plans to milk this opportunity for all it's worth, maybe even be willing to do some extra curricular favors to get just a bit farther.
Her mask may not be on her face, but make no mistake she's just as fake. I regret calling out someone who hasn't done me any wrong yet, but that's how this wild world works. I'm not going to shy away from calling things as I see it. I mentioned before that people sometimes never really know who they are, but I know who I am. That's someone who loves professional wrestling.
And not for the fortune you gain from dancing to the tune of your pay day. But the pure combat and artistry that takes place between the ropes. Seeing someone like Ai take advantage of this platform in that way sort of sickens me. I get it though, but I won't just stand for it, especially since we're headed on a collision course with each other.
I see this match not exactly as a shot at contendership for Dark Horse Wrestling's top prize, but more of a statement. I'm going to prove to her, and the people who run this company that wrestling isn't a commodity to be bought and sold on bells and whistles alone. I believe in my heart to be the best you truly have to love what you're doing. It has to be your life. You do it for no one but you and the people who can recognize that in you."
-The masked man flexes and does a bunch of silly, seemingly over the top and non-inquisitor poses. His mask rides up a bit so he finishes this little exhibition by adjusting it back right.-
"And you can take that to the bank."
The man turns and eyes up the camera man. Tilting his head slightly before giving off a laugh. He begins speaking.-
"Oh don't worry. I'm not like those other girls. I don't wear masks to cover up my personality. I don't wear masks because I'm afraid of the man underneath. I don't wear them to fool anyone either. No I wear masks because it doesn't even matter.
It doesn't matter because despite the glitz and the glam of the men who walk out of the curtain, despite all the words they use to elevate their careers and harm others, at the end of the day they're all people. "
-The man puts a hand on the mask and runs it down slowly before laughing again. This time he would shake his head before continuing.-
"These same people change their names, wear new clothes, sometimes even change the way they walk. And mostly all for a paycheck. They can't let the world know who they really are, in fear that paycheck will go away. They do anything for recognition, but always seem to overlook the real way to impress those who know.
Sometimes I pity them. I've been there. Doing anything boss man said to make sure I still had money in my pocket. Living the poor life isn't appealing. It's demoralizing as well. But what gets me? What really irks me? Is that even when these same people finally get enough money to give everyone in the country a dollar and still be rich, they keep pressing on for more and more.
So no, my mask doesn't represent me running from anything. Instead it's more of a parody. A parody of people who can never get enough. Always bowing down to the whims of who is paying them with no end isn't living. It's slavery. When do these people ever discover who they really are if ever at all?"
-The masked man walks over to a wall and then clicks a switch, lighting up the rest of the small room. It's packed tightly with various bits of wrestling memorabilia. Championship belts, VHS tapes, action figures, even signed pictures. The shot never focuses in on anything before the man begins speaking again.-
"That brings me to my first opponent here in Dark Horse Wrestling. A young strapping lass. I'm sure she's had many names considering her background. But she is clearly exactly the kind of person I was just talking about. One who only does things for the highest bidder at the time. Took on this business to simply gain more exposure. Hell I'm sure she's already got plans to milk this opportunity for all it's worth, maybe even be willing to do some extra curricular favors to get just a bit farther.
Her mask may not be on her face, but make no mistake she's just as fake. I regret calling out someone who hasn't done me any wrong yet, but that's how this wild world works. I'm not going to shy away from calling things as I see it. I mentioned before that people sometimes never really know who they are, but I know who I am. That's someone who loves professional wrestling.
And not for the fortune you gain from dancing to the tune of your pay day. But the pure combat and artistry that takes place between the ropes. Seeing someone like Ai take advantage of this platform in that way sort of sickens me. I get it though, but I won't just stand for it, especially since we're headed on a collision course with each other.
I see this match not exactly as a shot at contendership for Dark Horse Wrestling's top prize, but more of a statement. I'm going to prove to her, and the people who run this company that wrestling isn't a commodity to be bought and sold on bells and whistles alone. I believe in my heart to be the best you truly have to love what you're doing. It has to be your life. You do it for no one but you and the people who can recognize that in you."
-The masked man flexes and does a bunch of silly, seemingly over the top and non-inquisitor poses. His mask rides up a bit so he finishes this little exhibition by adjusting it back right.-
"And you can take that to the bank."