Post by ALLISTER MEOWLY on Apr 25, 2021 16:23:29 GMT -5
Black. Whispers layered over each other in a way that creates almost the sound of static. One whisper sticks out as it begs out “Wake up…” An extreme close up of an eye opening. Pulling back, we see it’s Allister Meowly. She sits up, her breath erratic from the preceding dream. She looks down, however, this isn’t her bed. She looks around, unfamiliar with each inch of the room. She looks to be in some sort of prison cell, only there’s no bars. Instead it’s just four cement walls with a tiny window too high for her to see out of.
Meowly gets up and out of the bed, cautiously tiptoeing around the room. Her feet slide across the cold, hard floor. A small gleam catches Allister’s eyes. She squints and comes to realize the light is a mirror above a sink in this room. She walks over leaning against the sink. Slowly, she turns the faucet on and watches as the water flows out. Allister splashes some in her face and looks up in the mirror. Her... whiskers are on her face.
“Hello.”
A voice from behind her echoes in the room. Allister looks behind her in the mirror and… it’s another her? Allister turns slowly. This new Allister stands still looking at her frightened self.
“Wh...Who… What…”
“Allister, I am you. This is your mind. The parts of you have explored or are willing to explore.”
Allister looks quizzically at herself. “My mind is a prison?”
“Yours and a lot of others. But it doesn’t always look like this.”
Allister gives a look blinks and suddenly the two cats are in a blindingly white void.
“Huh… So what are you doing here?”
“I should ask you.”
Allister looks at herself sideways, unsure of that remark. “I can’t exist without you. This is your mind after all. So I believe I should ask, why am I here?”
“How the hell should I know?! Gah, all of this is making my brain hurt. You. This prison. ” Allister’s hands raise cradling her head.
“Perhaps there’s something you need to talk about.”
Allister pulls away, her eyes glaring at herself. “Talk? Oh no I’m done talking about my problems. Every time I do, people either leave or I get made fun of. Besides are you telling me I'm so alone that I have to conjure up another person to vent my problems t-... don't answer that.”
“I couldn’t disappear if you tried.”
Allister shakes her head, pulls back her fist, and swipes at herself. Her hand goes right through the figure’s body as if she were a ghost. “See? Now what’s the problem?”
Chairs materialize and Allister and her clone sit down. “This new place, Union, this is WAAY different to what I’m used to. SKW, WWC, LSW, those are where I’ve been. Everything there… it’s different. The people are different. It’s insanely competitive. I’ve seen people be nearly beaten to death. Their fingers cut off. And me? I’m just… just...”
“Scared of failing again?”
“Yeah… Everyone here is more competitive, more hungry, more bloodthirsty, and not to say I’m not. It's just- I’ve SEEN things already that I don’t know if I can keep up with those around me.” Allister sighs as she fidgets with her fingers as it becomes more evident how much pressure she feels. “There’s those that have been here for months, years, and hardened themselves here. I’m not even sure of the reason I’m there anymore.”
“You struggle to find reason in following through. So does everyone else on this planet. That is your humanity, Allister. They are flawed. They overthink. They undervalue. But you… I mean *we* are a unique entity. No one else is like us.” Allister turns as her clones attempts to reach out to touch her. ”You are part human and part something else. You’re scared that there may be someone better? That very well might be, but that’s never stopped you before. You’ve lost before and picked yourself back up. You’ve lost how many championships to a simple roll up? What’s different now?”
Allister is silent, instead opting to retreat into the fetal position in her chair. "Everything."
“When the plan changed, you didn’t run away, Allister. This is you, on your own, in a foreign land. But look around! There’s nothing really THAT different from where you’ve been before. But in saying all that, I do have to warn you.”
Allister looks up and into her clone’s eyes.
“Union is a serious place full of deadly serious people. People that will gladly leave you for dead in that ring. This isn’t like the places before where you run around with your friends having fun. Careers are changed. Lives are altered. But it’s through that hardship and hard work that you might learn more about yourself and just how capable you are. And trust me, Allister, there is a lot to find out.”
The clone slides over and holds on tightly to the shaken Allister. Bells chime all around them, they chime and ring creating this chaotic cacophony of noise. The stark white room turns into something more visceral and dark red as the sounds grow louder and louder in the cat’s ears. Allister’s eyes squint up and the clone has blackened and blurred, until it morphs into someone new.
“Wh- Who.. Wait!”
Allister jolts up in her real bed this time. Her alarm clock is blaring until Allister finally reaches over to put a pause on it. Allister looks out her window, it’s daylight and outside is a family playing. Allister shakes the night off and gets out of bed to start her day.
“In a few days, I make my Union Battleground debut…”
Allister Meowly’s voice narrates as we fade in from black on her walking along a busy city street. Her eyes are pensive, deep in thought about where she’s going. She continues forward, not breaking her stride.
“I’ve always been the one that looks on. I’ve always been one to stay on the sidelines, wait my turn. I could name every star that’s come through here, because all I’ve ever wanted was to be included. Not... this... time.”
Allister walks silently down the street as moody keys play under the visuals. She passes face after face looking at her and the whiskers on her face. Those people pass and fade into the distance, but Allister still walks on. She passes by an alleyway, glancing in she takes note of one lone blue light shining down as the one next to it flickers and eventually blacks out.
“I lost someone, only to find myself. Because yes I’ve made mistakes. Yes I’ve done terrible things to the people that I love. But that doesn’t change the fact that it all brought me here.”
Allister reaches her destination. She opens a large glass door and continues forward into a bar. Meowly walks up and sits down in front of the bartender and orders a drink. She looks over and sees the smiling happy faces of friends meeting and coming together. Meanwhile, she’s all alone.
“And standing before me and casting a very large shadow in my spotlight is you, Rich Gatsby.”
We cut to glimpses of Allister training, doing drills time and time again in an empty wrestling ring. She runs until she falls over, bumping until she can’t get back up, but she still continues to practice as much as she can.
“You are the first person to stand in my way of becoming a main player here. 6’5”, 270 pounds, and from the roughest parts of society. And yeah, that’d frighten a normal person with that task in front of them in their debut. But me? I’m not normal.”
Allister is flat on her back, her chest rising dynamically as it fills with air. Suddenly, we pull back as Allister’s legs raise up and she nips up to her feet. The score amps up as more chords mesh together with beats and we hear a song slowly form.
“I have bled BUCKETS for my work. Risked my life for my work. I’ve been all around this world. And you? You just waltzed in here and claimed this as new territory. You might be a foot taller than me, but I will chop you down until we are the same height, and then I’ll boot you in the face. It's sorta like that old saying when you first walk into prison you target the biggest, toughest guy to prove yourself.”
Allister continues to sip her drink back at the bar as she surveys those around. Their joy, their laughter, it almost becomes white noise to her.
“I don’t care how big you are. I don't care about where you've been, how many world titles you've won. Because by the time I hit the Cat’s Cradle, you’ll be looking up at me from the mat. And when I’m through with you, it’s onto the next one. And the next one. And the next until I am able to get my hands on something I never thought I’d be able to hold… a Union Battleground Championship.”
Allister fists ball as she pulls back her fist and strikes a punching bag with a silent yell.
“I won’t stop until my name is in the lights. So at Light’s Out 43, it’s Big Gat… vs the Big Cat.”
We quick cut back and forth, cycling through to shots of Allister in the bar, in the gym, on the street as she slowly turns her head and looks towards the camera.
“And that will just be the start of something really big...”
We simply fade to black as Allister stands outside the venue for Light’s Out 43 anxiously awaiting her debut.