FADEIN…
The camera’s turn on, the Rec indication showing in the upper left hand corner as the time is int eh upper right. This camera however seems in lower quality grade than the others that WFW: New Era uses to do its promotions; this camera is more of a mini DV quality. The camera is following the silhouette of a man that is walking down an alley way, his face not able to be seen, but yet we have caught up directly behind him. Smoke exits in the air as a cigarette is seen, then he ashes it, disappearing behind this figure only to reappear and create more smoke. A voice falls out from him heard faintly but able to be heard.
VOICE: “After all has been said and done, after the smoke clears, the dust settles, and the voices are silent, there will be one person left screaming like a dwindling idiot. That person will be Chaos. Not screaming from glory or victory, not screaming due to joy or fulfillment, but more along the lines of ‘What in the hell just occurred?”
The figures stops for a moment hand on one hip the other holding the cigarette as he taps the filter of it against what seems to be his forehead, he continues to walk now.
VOICE: “It’s unmistakable; it’s like watching a four year old gloat because they colored in the lines. We as humans, sadly, live in the past, unknown to me but known to the rest. Chaos, wants to thrive and bask in the past, he wants to pull all its hopes and dreams, all its mild success. As I listen to the words that are said, as few as they are, I can’t help but tilt my head and wonder. Who the hell are you really, Chaos? Are you a simple man in a maelstrom of lies, do you really spoon feed yourself lies daily in order to stay sane? Or is this all some fake glorified act that you pull, play the crazy angry, hardcore, I love blood so don’t mess with me person, just to gain a small psychological advantage? Well, you reallllyyyyyy got me there buddy, you sure scared me into not wanting another match with you, boy, I may toss in the towel now. Or, I may just laugh in your face after I beat you, I think that will be more thrilling.”
The figure stops in a flood light as he turns around slowly facing the camera and exiting out a path of cigarette smoke in the lens of the camera. Its John Doe, he dawns a Judas Priest t-shirt, as he stands there smirking slightly.
DOE: “Do I know how deep the sh*t gets? I suppose so; hell I only beat you for your title, didn’t I? So, I suppose the burns you gave me were as hot as ice, weren’t they, Chaos?? Oh, then you threw me off a scaffold. Congratulations? Like I said, you’re living in the past. So, let’s rehash this whole ideology you bring to the table. You believe in that distorted mind of yours that you somehow are an unstoppable force? Or is it that you think you somehow have accomplished something in your path to gaining your title back?”
John grabs his forehead confused and irritated.
DOE: “WAIT! Stop, stop, stop, your title? That’s what you stated, that the title that Krusher holds is yours. Now we are floating in a sea of Chaos’s own bullsh*t. Let me explain something very simple for you Chaos, when that bell rings, when we are in that ring face to face again, it’s not going to be a nice day for you. You want to see how deep the sh*t gets? Well I am taking you deep in it until you taste the own crap your shoveling. You want to see what it’s like to be burned? Great, I can’t wait to make you feel the burning of that canvass when your body is thrown against it. You want to see what it’s like to actually be challenged Chaos, well it is coming, and it is coming quickly.”
John nods slightly as he drops the cigarette to the floor his hands on his hips as he speaks.
DOE: “You can live in the past all you want Chaos, you can scream up and down throwing your sad pathetic temper tantrums about what you did in the past. Unfortunately, for you, this is now and the future. What the future has in store for you is an old fashion ass whooping brought by me. What now has in stock is a new outlook for John Doe, a new perspective, a new goal, ONE goal. The path to that goal starts with you, it starts with you being pinned and defeated by me. The goal never ceases either, it is ongoing. My goal flows like a river that can’t be dried up, that can’t be dammed or stopped. My goal is a title, and I am going to get it.”
John smiles ever so slyly as he leans against a brick building in the alleyway.
DOE: “And as we sit and watch you pace around the room looking and acting like a fool, looking and acting like a complete moron, I will be laughing. It’s humorous as much as it is sad, but the way I see it, you have nothing left in you Chaos, you have nothing left you deliver. You are a one trick dog, I am about to give you a whip the dog session. So, jump your hoops, fail at jumping them, trip over your hoops like you do, more success just lies in my direction.”
DOE: “As you clean up a donkey and Steve Johnson’s mess, which why any human would clean his MESS up is beyond me, especially with a donkey of all things. Nonetheless, as you clean that mess up, with bleach I do hope, I will be running, training, getting set to make a very valid point. A point so very clear it will be as smooth as glass. That point, Chaos is nothing more than a man living in failure.”
John smiles and gets off the wall his hands slipping into his pockets as he begins to walk off again into the darkness his voice now the only thing left in our picture.
DOE: “Maybe all those chair shots to head scrambled what little brain you have left Chaos, I really don’t know. But what I do know is, as you run those little lips of yours screaming that you are a REAL hardcore champion, I don’t see a title around your waist. It’s like saying you’re in the KKK but you’re as black as Obama. It just doesn’t fit the picture. No title, no proof, no creditability, no nothing. You are a walking testament of a bluff.”
We hear silence for a good three seconds.
DOE: “I am calling your bluff.”
FADE OUT.
