Post by Locke on Mar 8, 2021 17:21:27 GMT
“It’s been just under one year since I signed with the IWF, in what has been a total fuckin’ clusterfuck of a year! I came here… to prove… to show… to be… BETTER… than everybody else that I step into the ring with, an’ goddamn it, I remember marchin’ down to the ring for the Roulette where I made my debut, an’ y’know what I remember? I remember people TALKIN’ ‘bout me. I remember people’ PAYIN’ ATTENTION to me. I looked back, an’ I could hear the commentators talkin’...
They knew I was a big deal. They knew I was somethin’. An’ what the fuck have I done this entire year? I’ve been chillin’. I’ve been relaxin’. I’ve been playin’ it cool. Y’know? These people… they’ve had it easy…”
Locke is sitting at his usual table. There is the whiskey glass in front of him, filled with ice and whiskey, and the bottle of Wild Turkey beside it; he lifts the glass and takes a long, slow sip. He licks his lips clean before continuing.
“But somethin’ has happened. Somethin’ happened when I teamed up with Abraxes an’ he… he woke me up. He made me realize that I was tired of waitin’! I was tired of watchin’ these people, these nobodies, comin’ in here an’ making a bigger name for themselves than I did in the entire fuckin’ year!
People like Tytus Rost!
People like Xavier Zion!
People like JC Keeton!
Ya see, you’re lookin’ at these people an’ you’re forgettin’ ‘bout ole Locke. You’re forgettin’ that this trickster, this mischievous GOD, is capable of draggin’ all y’all out to the back an’ beatin’ the livin’ shit out of you!
But I don’t have to do that.”
Locke chuckles momentarily, and takes another sip of whiskey, “Y’see, y’got the IWF… y’got… Roberto Verona… he is doin’ that for me! He is marchin’ all of you down to that ring, an’ one by motherfuckin’ one, single-handedly if I must, I will eliminate any one of y’all that gets in front of me! I don’t HAVE to drag any of you to the back to remind you… to respect me… I just need to go down to that ring an’ make sure y’all know that your dreams ain’t comin’ true.” Locke sniffles, and wipes his nose with his sleeve. He scrunches up his face during a brief pause, allowing the words to sink into everybody that is watching. Their dreams… are not… coming true.
“Now, now, I know that most of y’all had… a really nice fuckin’ childhood, right? Y’all had your parent or legal guardian whisperin’ to your ear every night that you’re the goddamn light of their eyes! You’re goin’ to be so much better than they ever were! You’re goin’ to be somebody! You’re goin’ to be something! Blah, blah, blah, blah, BLAH! Hear me out, y’all: you’ve already done somethin’, okay? You’ve already become better than your parent that’s workin’ as the greeter at Wal-Mart well into their retirement age, but here you are! Gettin’ recognized worldwide. ‘Bout to get recognized as the man that got eliminated by the God of Mischief, an’ that ain’t somethin’ to take lightly!” Locke wags his finger at the camera with a smile.
“That ain’t somethin’ to take lightly at all… y’see, the Gods,” Locke says with a nod of his head, “They’re real. Which ones Uncle Loki?! Which ones?!” Locke spoke with the mimic of a child’s excitement, “Well, let me tell ya! ALL OF THEM! But y’see, I’m tellin’ you that for a reason… because none of us give a fuck ‘bout any of you! Why do you think all the old tales would tell of times where people met us? We would intervene! We made people GREAT! Why aren’t y’all gettin’ the same treatment that your ancestors got?
But,” Locke wags his finger again at the camera, “That’s where I’m different. I’m here… because I care, ah’right? So, all y’all steppin’ out to the Roulette, you got somethin’ to live for! You got somethin’ to be excited for!” Locke spreads his arms out as if to put himself on full display, “You got my attention, baby!” Locke clenches his fist and pounds it against the table, “You have got my attention!”
Locke gives it a couple seconds for the excitement to die down, and just leans back in his seat. He draws in one deep breath, and subtly shakes his head while watching the whiskey waver back and forth inside the glass. He licks his lips again after a few seconds. He resumes.
“So… what is it ‘bout me that is goin’ to make me stand out? What is it ‘bout me that is goin’ to make me the favorite to win the entire Roulette? One word, y’all: AWAKENING. Now, now, I don’t want my partner to worry… Abraxes… I’m certain, one-hundred percent certain, that you are goin’ to join me in the Roulette an’ have your own agenda to walk out as the number one contender for the IWF World Championship for an opportunity to face… whatever motherfucker stands in front of us! Is it goin’ to be Warren Kane? Or is Warren Kane goin’ to be a flop? Is he goin’ to show that Kane blood of his? Or was he really adopted?
Whether it’s Abraxes or myself walkin’ out as the winner of the Roulette… IT DOESN’T MATTER! Because this is goin’ to be the fact… BOTH of us are walkin’ out with the IWF World Tag Team Championships this month. We are goin’ to take those belts away from the Powers To Be. An’ I know, I know… Dean… Harper… finds himself signin’ up for this Roulette, but boy, you better be payin’ close attention to me inside that Roulette because I’m gon’ be marchin’ down with my shiny new belt, an’ crushin’... your… dream… along with everyone else. Don’t feel so special. 2021 will belong to GODS & MONSTERS!”
Scene ends.
They knew I was a big deal. They knew I was somethin’. An’ what the fuck have I done this entire year? I’ve been chillin’. I’ve been relaxin’. I’ve been playin’ it cool. Y’know? These people… they’ve had it easy…”
Locke is sitting at his usual table. There is the whiskey glass in front of him, filled with ice and whiskey, and the bottle of Wild Turkey beside it; he lifts the glass and takes a long, slow sip. He licks his lips clean before continuing.
“But somethin’ has happened. Somethin’ happened when I teamed up with Abraxes an’ he… he woke me up. He made me realize that I was tired of waitin’! I was tired of watchin’ these people, these nobodies, comin’ in here an’ making a bigger name for themselves than I did in the entire fuckin’ year!
People like Tytus Rost!
People like Xavier Zion!
People like JC Keeton!
Ya see, you’re lookin’ at these people an’ you’re forgettin’ ‘bout ole Locke. You’re forgettin’ that this trickster, this mischievous GOD, is capable of draggin’ all y’all out to the back an’ beatin’ the livin’ shit out of you!
But I don’t have to do that.”
Locke chuckles momentarily, and takes another sip of whiskey, “Y’see, y’got the IWF… y’got… Roberto Verona… he is doin’ that for me! He is marchin’ all of you down to that ring, an’ one by motherfuckin’ one, single-handedly if I must, I will eliminate any one of y’all that gets in front of me! I don’t HAVE to drag any of you to the back to remind you… to respect me… I just need to go down to that ring an’ make sure y’all know that your dreams ain’t comin’ true.” Locke sniffles, and wipes his nose with his sleeve. He scrunches up his face during a brief pause, allowing the words to sink into everybody that is watching. Their dreams… are not… coming true.
“Now, now, I know that most of y’all had… a really nice fuckin’ childhood, right? Y’all had your parent or legal guardian whisperin’ to your ear every night that you’re the goddamn light of their eyes! You’re goin’ to be so much better than they ever were! You’re goin’ to be somebody! You’re goin’ to be something! Blah, blah, blah, blah, BLAH! Hear me out, y’all: you’ve already done somethin’, okay? You’ve already become better than your parent that’s workin’ as the greeter at Wal-Mart well into their retirement age, but here you are! Gettin’ recognized worldwide. ‘Bout to get recognized as the man that got eliminated by the God of Mischief, an’ that ain’t somethin’ to take lightly!” Locke wags his finger at the camera with a smile.
“That ain’t somethin’ to take lightly at all… y’see, the Gods,” Locke says with a nod of his head, “They’re real. Which ones Uncle Loki?! Which ones?!” Locke spoke with the mimic of a child’s excitement, “Well, let me tell ya! ALL OF THEM! But y’see, I’m tellin’ you that for a reason… because none of us give a fuck ‘bout any of you! Why do you think all the old tales would tell of times where people met us? We would intervene! We made people GREAT! Why aren’t y’all gettin’ the same treatment that your ancestors got?
But,” Locke wags his finger again at the camera, “That’s where I’m different. I’m here… because I care, ah’right? So, all y’all steppin’ out to the Roulette, you got somethin’ to live for! You got somethin’ to be excited for!” Locke spreads his arms out as if to put himself on full display, “You got my attention, baby!” Locke clenches his fist and pounds it against the table, “You have got my attention!”
Locke gives it a couple seconds for the excitement to die down, and just leans back in his seat. He draws in one deep breath, and subtly shakes his head while watching the whiskey waver back and forth inside the glass. He licks his lips again after a few seconds. He resumes.
“So… what is it ‘bout me that is goin’ to make me stand out? What is it ‘bout me that is goin’ to make me the favorite to win the entire Roulette? One word, y’all: AWAKENING. Now, now, I don’t want my partner to worry… Abraxes… I’m certain, one-hundred percent certain, that you are goin’ to join me in the Roulette an’ have your own agenda to walk out as the number one contender for the IWF World Championship for an opportunity to face… whatever motherfucker stands in front of us! Is it goin’ to be Warren Kane? Or is Warren Kane goin’ to be a flop? Is he goin’ to show that Kane blood of his? Or was he really adopted?
Whether it’s Abraxes or myself walkin’ out as the winner of the Roulette… IT DOESN’T MATTER! Because this is goin’ to be the fact… BOTH of us are walkin’ out with the IWF World Tag Team Championships this month. We are goin’ to take those belts away from the Powers To Be. An’ I know, I know… Dean… Harper… finds himself signin’ up for this Roulette, but boy, you better be payin’ close attention to me inside that Roulette because I’m gon’ be marchin’ down with my shiny new belt, an’ crushin’... your… dream… along with everyone else. Don’t feel so special. 2021 will belong to GODS & MONSTERS!”
Scene ends.
Well howdy there pardner.