Post by Locke on Mar 9, 2021 13:18:46 GMT
“The past… is… the past…” Locke broke the silence, and the camera began in a setting similar to his saloon, but he is sitting on a bench out front with his hands clasped together. His head was lowered as the scene began, but the moment the words escaped his lips, he raised his head with a smirk on his face.
“Y’see, I’ve come to a realization of one truth. An’ that one truth is that the Roulette is my time to shine! It is my time to walk out as the number one contender for the IWF Men’s World Championship, while everybody else gettin’ tossed, thrown, or hurled over the top rope are goin’ to have one thing in common. Jealousy. Y’see, they’re all gon’ be jealous… when the Roulette comes to an end, an’ I’m the last man standing!
They can throw every excuse they want at me. They can throw every excuse to the kind staff standin’ at ringside just to see whose feet touch the outside… ‘cause… ‘member… the only way that any of us can be eliminated is to be tossed over the top rope, and BOTH feet touch the ground! There’s gon’ be some people sayin’...
But Blue Shoes! I saw Locke get thrown over, and he somehow is back in the match!
Boy, what y’all are gon’ see is your damn imagination! Because there ain’t nobody goin’ into the Roulette that is goin’ to be able to eliminate me… there ain’t nobody in the Roulette that will hold a fuckin’ candle to me! Y’hear?
An’ don’t think that I haven’t heard some of y’all… the big buffoon, Ulf, tryin’ to think that he don’t give so much a damn for the World Championship as he does about jus’ walkin’ out as the winner of the Roulette. Then you got my good friend, my old buddy, my pal, mi amigo, Dean… Harper… Boy, do you think any of us give a rat’s ass ‘bout what you’ve done? What you’ve accomplished? Joker in the Pack. Heir to the Throne. An’ now you want to add Roulette to that extensive resumé?
Boy, you can talk ‘bout that past all you want, the fact of the matter is that none of that matters the moment that we step into this Roulette! Shit, none of that matters the moment after it’s done, an’ you wan’ know why? BECAUSE IT’S DONE! Because it’s behind you! Because it doesn’t matter anymore! D’ya get me? D’ya understand me?!
That’s why… Gods… and Monsters… are the fuckin’ future of tag team wrestlin’. Because Abraxes an’ I, we were a lackluster durin’ that whole World Cup fiasco, but we learned to let bygones be bygones, an’ ever since that World Cup bullshit ended, we have been undefeated! Because NONE. OF THAT. MATTERS.
So… go ahead, Deany-boy…” Locke stretches his arms out along the bench and leans back, “Tell us about your past. Tell us about Rowan. Tell us about your life as a lackey, an’ how you became your own man! Gained your own soul! An’ just how impressive you’ve been each an’ every year, because make no mistake ‘bout it…” Locke leans forward again, “You have been impressive.”
A chuckle escaped from Locke, but his smirk grew bigger, “Now, you may be wonderin’ why it is that I’m pickin’ on you, of all people, Dean, an’ the answer is quite simple… you are the man to beat. For the same reasons that you felt so obliged to tell all of us. Because you have won the World Championship. TWICE. You have won the Strong Style Championship. TWICE. Among so many other things! Make no mistake, Dean… when you walk into the Roulette, you have the biggest target on your back.
But not the only target.”
Locke clicked his tongue.
“I don’t want… any… of you to think that jus’ because I’m spendin’ so much time discussin’ Dean Harper means that I’m not considerin’ all the other people that are lookin’ to make a name for themselves. Some of y’all know, an’ understand: you don’t stand a goddamn chance! The only thing you are hopin’ to do, the only thing you want to do, is go out there an’ get a few eliminations. Eliminate some of the bigger people. An’ all because you know… you can’t win… you want to ruin it for others. I welcome everyone to try an’ stop me! I welcome all y’all to try to toss me over the ropes!
Team up if you have to!
DO WHAT YOU HAVE TO!
Try… to eliminate me… an’ I will make sure that the rest of your mortal life is a livin’ hell. Mark my words! Mark! My! Words! Go out there, an’ have some good goddamn fun, y’all, but I urge you… I implore you… do not get in my way of winning the Roulette, because you damn sure are not goin’ to like me if you do. You damn sure are not goin’ to like the consequences.”
Locke’s smirk disappears. He just breathes heavily, and sounds chaotic… and twisted…
"There was an old tale… of yours truly… in which I had acid drippin’. Drippin’. Drippin’. Right onto my face. RIGHT! ONTO! MY EYE! An’ let me tell y’all, that is going to be fuckin’ child’s play if you get in my way, y’hear? It’s goin’ to be… child’s… play…”
Locke claps his hands together just once, and his smirk returns.
“But I don’t think we’re gon’ have to worry ‘bout that, right? Because… none of you… are that stupid ‘round here, am I right? I mean… this is just me… givin’ y’all the benefit of the doubt, an’ I just really hope that you don’t make me bite my tongue an’ have to take out some of this pent up anger an’ aggression out on anyone after the Roulette!
Make your name.
But not at my expense.”
Scene ends.
“Y’see, I’ve come to a realization of one truth. An’ that one truth is that the Roulette is my time to shine! It is my time to walk out as the number one contender for the IWF Men’s World Championship, while everybody else gettin’ tossed, thrown, or hurled over the top rope are goin’ to have one thing in common. Jealousy. Y’see, they’re all gon’ be jealous… when the Roulette comes to an end, an’ I’m the last man standing!
They can throw every excuse they want at me. They can throw every excuse to the kind staff standin’ at ringside just to see whose feet touch the outside… ‘cause… ‘member… the only way that any of us can be eliminated is to be tossed over the top rope, and BOTH feet touch the ground! There’s gon’ be some people sayin’...
But Blue Shoes! I saw Locke get thrown over, and he somehow is back in the match!
Boy, what y’all are gon’ see is your damn imagination! Because there ain’t nobody goin’ into the Roulette that is goin’ to be able to eliminate me… there ain’t nobody in the Roulette that will hold a fuckin’ candle to me! Y’hear?
An’ don’t think that I haven’t heard some of y’all… the big buffoon, Ulf, tryin’ to think that he don’t give so much a damn for the World Championship as he does about jus’ walkin’ out as the winner of the Roulette. Then you got my good friend, my old buddy, my pal, mi amigo, Dean… Harper… Boy, do you think any of us give a rat’s ass ‘bout what you’ve done? What you’ve accomplished? Joker in the Pack. Heir to the Throne. An’ now you want to add Roulette to that extensive resumé?
Boy, you can talk ‘bout that past all you want, the fact of the matter is that none of that matters the moment that we step into this Roulette! Shit, none of that matters the moment after it’s done, an’ you wan’ know why? BECAUSE IT’S DONE! Because it’s behind you! Because it doesn’t matter anymore! D’ya get me? D’ya understand me?!
That’s why… Gods… and Monsters… are the fuckin’ future of tag team wrestlin’. Because Abraxes an’ I, we were a lackluster durin’ that whole World Cup fiasco, but we learned to let bygones be bygones, an’ ever since that World Cup bullshit ended, we have been undefeated! Because NONE. OF THAT. MATTERS.
So… go ahead, Deany-boy…” Locke stretches his arms out along the bench and leans back, “Tell us about your past. Tell us about Rowan. Tell us about your life as a lackey, an’ how you became your own man! Gained your own soul! An’ just how impressive you’ve been each an’ every year, because make no mistake ‘bout it…” Locke leans forward again, “You have been impressive.”
A chuckle escaped from Locke, but his smirk grew bigger, “Now, you may be wonderin’ why it is that I’m pickin’ on you, of all people, Dean, an’ the answer is quite simple… you are the man to beat. For the same reasons that you felt so obliged to tell all of us. Because you have won the World Championship. TWICE. You have won the Strong Style Championship. TWICE. Among so many other things! Make no mistake, Dean… when you walk into the Roulette, you have the biggest target on your back.
But not the only target.”
Locke clicked his tongue.
“I don’t want… any… of you to think that jus’ because I’m spendin’ so much time discussin’ Dean Harper means that I’m not considerin’ all the other people that are lookin’ to make a name for themselves. Some of y’all know, an’ understand: you don’t stand a goddamn chance! The only thing you are hopin’ to do, the only thing you want to do, is go out there an’ get a few eliminations. Eliminate some of the bigger people. An’ all because you know… you can’t win… you want to ruin it for others. I welcome everyone to try an’ stop me! I welcome all y’all to try to toss me over the ropes!
Team up if you have to!
DO WHAT YOU HAVE TO!
Try… to eliminate me… an’ I will make sure that the rest of your mortal life is a livin’ hell. Mark my words! Mark! My! Words! Go out there, an’ have some good goddamn fun, y’all, but I urge you… I implore you… do not get in my way of winning the Roulette, because you damn sure are not goin’ to like me if you do. You damn sure are not goin’ to like the consequences.”
Locke’s smirk disappears. He just breathes heavily, and sounds chaotic… and twisted…
"There was an old tale… of yours truly… in which I had acid drippin’. Drippin’. Drippin’. Right onto my face. RIGHT! ONTO! MY EYE! An’ let me tell y’all, that is going to be fuckin’ child’s play if you get in my way, y’hear? It’s goin’ to be… child’s… play…”
Locke claps his hands together just once, and his smirk returns.
“But I don’t think we’re gon’ have to worry ‘bout that, right? Because… none of you… are that stupid ‘round here, am I right? I mean… this is just me… givin’ y’all the benefit of the doubt, an’ I just really hope that you don’t make me bite my tongue an’ have to take out some of this pent up anger an’ aggression out on anyone after the Roulette!
Make your name.
But not at my expense.”
Scene ends.
Well howdy there pardner.