Post by Gregor Winter on Apr 5, 2023 7:10:53 GMT
Gregor Winter sits cross legged at the top of a terraced garden somewhere on the grounds of the private island that serves as the home of the MOD. He is shirtless and sweat pastes his ginger hair to his forehead making it obvious that he has just finished a workout.
My entire life I have had to fight.
Winter slowly rises from the lotus position.
Born six week early I had to fight just to be able to take my first breath. When I was growing up if there was any kind of disagreement between the Winter Brothers we’d go out behind the woodshed and the old man would give us a beat up pair of boxing gloves to take care of things. We’d fight until we couldn’t fight anymore and the winner would be sent inside to clean up and get a treat, while the loser was given five swats with the hickory paddle that hung on the wall inside of the shed.
“The Modern Day Viking” begins to walk through the beautiful tropical gardens as he talks.
Every time I tried to get away from the fighting it has followed me. I joined the Corps to get away from Chicken and all I did was fight. I get out of the Marines and I end up in professional wrestling fighting every single night. Hell when I went to work for Lucipher Crosse as his right hand man I spent half of my time fighting against men that meant to do him harm. It was a position that nearly cost me my life more times than I can count.
When I destroyed The Church of Crosse one thing that I decided is that I was no longer going to fight. I know, that sounds insane coming from a man that is making his return to professional wrestling, but let me explain. Fighting is the use of violence to accomplish a goal the way that my boxing matches with my brothers mostly accomplished someone not getting their ass whipped. What I’m doing from now on is competing to prove that I am the best professional wrestler, not the most violent.
I will admit that it took quite a bit of time for me to MODify the way that I think. Twenty-seven years of thinking about violence every single waking hour programs you to be nothing more than a weapon. Things began to change for me the day that I burned the Book of Crosse and began studying the works of different men. In the beginning I focused on the Eastern religions like Buddhism, Taoism, and Confucianism, which did much to expand my knowledge of the universe. Each book I read seemed to move me further and further away from my desire to commit violence until I found myself existing on an entirely different plain of thought.
The men and women that chose to stand by my side through this crazy transition soon to also MODify the way that they think about the world. Some of them would spend their afternoons reading books on history to discover that they had been lied to all the way through school. Others preferred to read books on politics and business so that when the time came they would be able to go out into the world and help to MODify the way that others see the world. No matter what they studied they also eventually found themselves on a completely different plain of thought.
It is truly a beautiful thing to be a part of the Ministry of Destruction, even if our name sounds a little menacing. In the beginning we were just the small group that was behind the destruction of The Church of Crosse, but soon it became about so much more. The MOD has become all about the destruction of the status quo by MODifying the way that the world thinks and acts. We do things like take the homeless in off of the streets and MODify their lives by finding them jobs, getting them a place to live, and making sure that they have all of the tools they need to survive. We MODify the lives of young people in low income families that have no chance of getting out of the inner city by giving them college or scholarships, or jobs at one of the many businesses owned by an MOD member. Unlike The Church of Crosse we are not some cult, no we are a group of like minded individuals trying to MODify the lives of others any way that we can.
That brings me to my opponent for this week John Blade, a man whose life needs to be MODified in so many ways. The obvious place to begin is always on the outside, and a man quickly approaching middle age running around in jorts is in a desperate need of a change. Join the MOD John and you will no longer have to look like a talentless rapper from the year 2000. Instead you will be draped in custom suits designed by the finest design houses in Milan. Have you ever even felt cashmere John?
Then once we have you dressed like a champion we can bring you to the island and work on turning you into a champion. Every single morning you will spend here inside of our state of the art training facility. This is where you will work with our internationally renowned team of physical trainers and nutritionists to turn your body into one that belongs to a mediocre professional wrestler into that of a man that could easily one day be IWF World Champion.
Gregor reaches an outbuilding and goes inside to reveal a massive martial arts training facility.
Now of course some physical training and nutrition is not going to be enough to make you a champion. You are going to have to actually learn how to become a real professional wrestler, not just some thug brawler. Here in the MOD training facility you can train in any combination of half a dozen different martial arts to help you become a competitive monster inside of the ring. Just close your eyes and imagine a world where you could go hold for hold with any person on the IWF roster, instead of hoping that you will be able to just power your way out of the situation. The MOD can make that happen John, all you have to do is join us.
The last way that we can help you John is with your cute little raps that you like to do before every single match. If I’m going to be honest with you, most of them suck. You have the vocabulary of a middle school student that can barely pass English class. The MOD counts a world famous professor of English literature among our numbers, and she can give you readings to improve your vocabulary. We also have more than one Top 40 pop producer spending time on the island, and they would be able to help be not so awful, I guess.
Winter hops up to sit on the apron of a ring.
Sadly, I know you won’t do any of those things, because you are incapable of making the hard choice to MODify your life. You will refuse the hand up that I am giving you to choice to continue to fester in the pit of obscurity, because I guarantee that in five years no one will remember your name. John Blade I can help you become everything that you have ever dreamed of being, but you will once again show your utter lack of gift with the English language to word vomit your so-called rhymes in my face.
It is at that moment you have made the single most important decision of your life, John. You have made the easy decision to MODify your life the hard way. I will throw you from pillar to post and back again, just so you know what you missed out on by not joining the MOD. You will be left feeling the physical pain of making the wrong decision. Then as I have you up for the MODifer I will whisper poetry in your ear…
There are cemeteries that are lonely,
graves full of bones that do not make a sound,
the heart moving through a tunnel,
in it darkness, darkness, darkness,
The I will drive you skull first into the canvas, and show the entire world the advantages of MODifying your life.
The scene fades to black
(The poem is a partial stanza from Nothing But Death by Pablo Neruda)
Well howdy there pardner.