Post by Sabin / Madjinn on May 8, 2024 21:36:55 GMT
Scattered clouds litter the sky, but there is still a huge break to give a brilliant presentation of the moon…it appears larger than you would normally see, and brighter than you would normally see, as the silver light showcases the surface of what could best be described as a barren wasteland – cracks have formed into the ground in every single direction, and despite the brightness of the moon, the red glow of the rising sun can be seen beginning to come out from over the horizon…the rays penetrate the darkness, bringing more attention to the detail of this wasteland, and it brings a strange aesthetic to the audience.
The camera suddenly shifts to show some of the wildlife that frequents this area…what looks empty to us is home to them, and the coyotes raise their heads, seemingly basking in the warming aura brought by the sun. The coyotes creep their way forward a couple of paces, and again, the camera shifts; now we are greeted with an ever-familiar face: the IWF World Television Champion, Madjinn, currently without the make-up that he wears as war paint to the ring each and every week. Sabin. The bright blue eyes stare past the camera, into the distance for a brief moment. An electric guitar can be heard softly in the background, becoming louder over the oncoming seconds until the scene again shifts.
We return to the pack of coyotes as they are continuing to venture through the wasteland, and then another quick shift and we see Sabin now walking forward…he rubs his hands down from under his eyes, leaving a trail of the face paint that any fan would instantly recognize as Madjinn, and then glances behind him to see the coyotes following him as if he were their leader…he fearlessly walks forward, keeping his gaze ahead of him while the coyotes continue to follow.
“In the wilderness,” Madjinn’s voice is easily recognized in a voiceover, “Fearless, and human. Sauvage. New elixir. Dior.”
You are finally treated with an image of the cologne before getting one more glimpse of The Mad Prince walking forward in the barren…when you suddenly hear…
“Annnnnd– CUT!”
The voice calls out, and people burst into a round of applause… everything around seems to transition with every single blink you take; we are no longer in the wasteland, but rather a giant green screen can be seen. Sabin, still wearing his face paint, glances at a nearby camera that is following him as the director steps into the frame.
“Great job–” the director says, giving Sabin a firm handshake, “That’s a wrap, people!”
The director continues on with his own duties, but the camera remains fixed with Sabin in the center frame…a sly smile on his face, as he bares his teeth, showing off the pearly whites and in particular, the canines, “One take.” He says while wagging a finger at the camera.
After a low chuckle under his breath, he snickers before going into his speech, “There’ve been so many people that want to run their mouths, under some… delusion… that they can do what I do. Under some delusion that they are on the same level as me! Y’see, there’s a lot of people out there that they– they make a lot of promises, and when it comes time to deliver?” He gives a subtle shrug, “They just… can’t… And what do I have to hear from these fickle fans? You never defend the title! You keep fighting the same people! And– this next one is really silly to me…” He says, stopping on his heel, and leaning a little closer to the camera.
“There’ve been people complaining about how often I’m the center of attention… WELCOME TO THE MADJINN SHOW!” Sabin shouts, as he takes a step back and spreads his arms out in a welcoming fashion.
With a slight bounce in his step, he proceeds forward, “Y’see– the reason that this show is about me… The reason that I’m the center of attention is something that I thought I made crystal clear– there’s nobody holding me back. There’s nobody stopping me from going after what I want! There’s nobody who is going to stop me, and there’s NOBODY who can stop me! These are just facts. I want you to understand that these… are just facts… But I really am confuzzled about some of these things that these brave souls behind their screens are trying to say…” He licks his lips, and comes to another stop as the scenery behind him shifts.
He has ventured further throughout the set, and the production crews are passing to and fro behind him.
“I wanted to defend the title… But am I responsible for people FEARING me? The only person who seems to actually want this championship is Nick Danger, and let me just say that so long as I’m the champion– he is never going to wear this championship for another day in his miserable life.” He says while lowering his jaw, and a momentary silence to let the words sink in as they come out colder than the previous tone. He softly chuckles to break the demeanor, and his lips curl back into a grin, “People want to be the center of attention around here, then perhaps it’s time that you start doing something… Y’see… Savage Kingdom–” Sabin cocks his head to the side, “–has done more in the past three weeks than some of you have done in the past nine months, and we did things that brought attention! We did things that made people know– THIS IS THE TIME TO TUNE IN! WE! ARE! THE WHOLE FUCKING SHOW!”
Silence ensues for a couple of seconds as he cocks his head back and forth for a couple of seconds, giving a more menacing smile that soon eases, “But– not all of you are a waste of breath… Y’see, I’m stepping into the ring with someone who has made quite the buzz! You don’t think I hear all the people talking about you? You don’t think I hear the people saying how you’re going to be the one to dethrone me? Hell, outside of Savage Kingdom, you’re probably the hottest commodity happening! But– I need to make myself clear to you… I need you to understand that when you get into the ring with me, and you come after my championship– you are not going to take it. You are not going to succeed. As hard as you may try, as hard as you may believe, there is nothing that you are going to be able to do to pry this title away from me…because this title– it does mean something to me. It’s my golden ticket. It’s what I need to hold just long enough to go back to where I belong…”
Closing his eyes, he sways his head back and forth while lost within a daydream– he could see himself raising the IWF Men’s World Championship high over his head for the second time in his young career, and setting a new record…the youngest to ever call himself a two-time world champion. He sucks in air heavily through his teeth, before hissing it back out.
“I went back, Jay, and I heard everything you had to say… I heard how you cheered when you thought that El Grandé Malo had defeated me! I heard how you cheered, and how disappointed you were when it didn’t ring true. Do you know what I have to say about that?” He says while still cocking his head slowly from side to side, “Hmm?” He tilts his head toward the camera.
Scrunching his face up, he shakes his head and resumes his walk with the camera in stride, “No hard feelings! Y’see, I understand what it’s like for the division. They are looking at– A GOD! They are looking at someone who could beat them with his hands tied behind his back, and so– with that in mind– it’s understandable that you, like everybody else, PRAY for the day that I lose my championship! And make no mistake about it, Jay, there are going to be a lot of people watching you from the back and PRAYING that you take this title away from me… And I’m sorry, but not really, to say that I am going to be the bearer of bad news…” The background changes from the interior studio to the outside, where a lot of trailers are now seen.
“You have as much of a chance of beating me as the Vikings have at winning the Super Bowl. Like– who the fuck thought– not important. When we’re done, I think you’re going to end up like Tony Romo…start commentating.” He snickers as he reaches a trailer.
The door swings open and Brandy Cvetkova stands there with a sly smirk on her face. The Mad Prince takes a step up the trailer, and The Black Widow’s gaze fixates on the camera that has followed Sabin thus far, “Jay– buddy– pal– friend– there’s some good things about you that I like, but you do need to look at the facts… I get– hired– to be filmed, and you have to pay a production crew to follow you around to think that you matter. I don’t have to record myself.”
“I was about to get started without you.” Brandy says coyly.
“I told you I just needed one take!” Sabin answers.
The cameraman starts to follow Sabin up the steps to the trailer, and Sabin places a hand against the lens giving it a shove back, “Sorry, but this is the part where we actually do record it ourselves–” he snaps his fingers, pointing at the camera, “Subscribe to our OnlyFans!”
The door swings shut, and the cameraman backs away…the trailer is already rocking as the scene comes to an end.
Well howdy there pardner.