Post by Viduus Morta on Feb 20, 2018 10:15:29 GMT -5
Viduus Morta had handled Joe Stanton with ease as he predicted. Tommy Crimson gets to enjoy the same luxury at the next Lights Out! Some have said that Salvation had dominated the show. Some have claimed that Salvation must be stopped. Others scream and shout until they are blue in the face that they will be the ones to end this group. This will be the one to end these men and women of mass destruction. That is, after all, what all of these creatures are. Weapons of mass destruction. There are those who believe that Salvation can be stopped but the smart ones know the truth.
Viduus Morta sat at the end of a long black table. One knee bent, his boot rested against a footstool. A girl, early twenties, shined his boot for him. The girl wore a long, what used to be a white, shirt that had holes and stains all over it. She worked the boot over vigorously careful to never make eye contact with Viduus. The Speaker sat at the other end just watching the girl shine his brother’s boot as a cigarette smoldered in front of him. The Speaker was center stage with Viduus blurred slightly in the background.
Union Battleground! Have you felt it? There has been a shift in the balance of the Earth. There has been a seismic staggering of the grounds upon which you walk. Suddenly, your lives don’t feel safe. Suddenly, you’re looking over your shoulders. At any minute, in any place, Salvation or one of its members could rear their heads and have yours upon a platter. Does it frighten you? The smoke billowed for months and months and now the fire rises.
The woman stops as Viduus examines his shoe. He shakes his head “no” as the woman continues on.
Joe Stanton proved to be even more ordinary than his name suggests which is quite the opposite of our opponent this week. The name itself, Flash, is an introduction to the man that has none. Flash Kassidy is as dull as the boot that that woman attempts to shine until Viduus has grown bored with looking at her. Fascinating creatures, the lot of you. Humans are obedient, habitual creatures…such as yourself Flash.
Viduus slams one boot down and places the other upon the footstool. The woman flinched as the second boot was raised quickly towards the stool but should know by now that Viduus has no desire at all to hurt her.
You Flash are obedient like this girl to this…
The Speaker picks up the cigarette, which we now see is a blunt rather than a regular cigarette.
It has power over you. The way that it keeps you from doing anything and everything you want to do. You want success in Union? Yes, we have seen your social media accounts. You swear that you will rebound against Viduus this week…but first…you need a slight puff. It’s a beautiful thing isn’t it Flash? How you allow yourself the excuses? How you cut yourself some slack? Perhaps last week when you couldn’t best Emery you were just too high? Maybe you weren’t high enough? Maybe your lifestyle isn’t conducive to this profession. Oh but you will bounce back. You will show them. You’re never shook. You’re not scared of no pussy. Starting with Viduus, Mr. Creeper, as you put it…you’re going to light Salvatino on fire.
The Speaker drops the blunt to the ground, putting it out with his shoe.
Yet you can’t even get away from your own vices long enough to know what success means. TOMORROW! You tell yourself. Tomorrow will be a new day. A new day to be the greatest! But tomorrow is here and still you wallow in psychoactive drugs and alcohol. You allow yourself the pathetic excuse that you NEED to have these things in order to relax, to cope with the stress, to rise up the next day.
The Speaker shakes his head in disappointment as Viduus shoos the woman away from him. The Speaker is now joined by Viduus.
Salvation is not for you Flash. This man has been tasked with continuing your losing streak here in Union and there is nothing you will do to prevent him. You’ll take to twitter. You’ll seek out advice from those that are better than you in the form of Jair Hopkins. In the end, you’ll lose just like you did to Emery Layton. In the end, you will always be Flash Kassidy…burn out who never was.
Viduus smiled.
He doesn’t know what’s coming.
Oh, he knows that Ragnarok hangs in the background. Stalking. Waiting. Then striking when the moment is right.
His mind is clouded.
Clouded by his own doubts and fears. It is men like Flash Kassidy who have so much potential in this world to do something of importance but allow themselves the delights of humans they cannot see passed themselves. The distractions are endless. Flash Kassidy will never help his career because he will never get out of his own way.
I can show him.
Tell him Viduus. Show him.
Viduus steps forward and blows a purple and gold powder at the screen. Scenes from Flash Kassidy’s career flash across the screen. It’s a highlight reel of his best and greatest moves. In between each move Flash’s face shows up on the screen for a brief second until the last highlight of him being pinned by Emery Layton shows up. Slow motion replays of three different angles of the superkick from Ragnarok rocking Flash’s jaw. Then Flash’s face appears once more on screen but begins to melt down the screen to come back to Viduus Morta’s face.
Such promise within you. Such potential. You squander it away. You claim to be the next King Cobra yet you can’t even master the English language. The best part of you is the human woman and even she can’t pull you from the hole you dig yourself. I’ve tried to tune in to you Flash. I’ve tried to watch you speak but the honest truth of the matter is that even we have no idea what you say. Our message is often hidden in our words yet your message seems to be lost in any sort of translation.
You say you are starved for competition. When fed a healthy dose from the Trench War champion you buckled under the pressure. All of your kicks, and jumps, and punches and flying through the air with security guards did you no favors against Emery. What will you show us this week Flash? What can you do to help yourself? What will separate you from the pack?
Viduus shakes his head.
Will you be original or have the same banter that most of these unintelligible humans have? You will speak of Voodoo and magic. Religion, gods, demons, and angels. You will try to disprove all that we have taught Union Battleground so far. Facts are facts though Flash. The fact is that Salvation is not for everyone. Only the chosen few will be allowed into our kingdom. The foundation has been laid. The walls are going up. Joe Stanton, Dick Devereux, the Unstoppable Force, Conor Tate have all had part of their souls buried within our foundation. We build upon the bodies we leave in our wake and Flash Kassidy…you are just another brick in the wall. Just another man to serve his rightful place by empowering Salvation. Flash Kassidy…I will show you that monsters are real and we walk amongst you every day. The time for words has come to an end. At Lights Out it is time that you feel my pain.
Viduus and the Speaker both throw their head back in laughter as the scene fades with the chilling laughs fading into distant echoes.
Post by Dakota Smith on Feb 21, 2018 17:01:06 GMT -5
Night skies, and moonlight - all seen through the window of plane that was traveling high above the clouds. On that plane was Flash Kassidy he sat sat in a seat next to charlie, who had fallen asleep with her head on his shoulder. Flash didn’t seem to mind however, as he finished putting some drops of something in his eyes. He was using his free hand, one that hadn’t been taken over by Mrs. Blooms. Flash puts the dropper back into a brown tinted bottle that reads “THC EYE DROPS” it was on tray in front of him, sitting next to his signature shades. With bloodshot chink eyes Flash looks into the camera and grins, he then glances down at charlie and kisses her forehead.
“ She cute as fuck ain’t she? “ Flash says before turning his gaze back into the camera. Speaking in a sort of whisper, but intense tone.“ Unlike yo bitch ass Viduus! You so got damn ugly you have ta paint yo face just so you don’t scare the audience. Guess that’s why yous done and joined up with salvation, the other ugg mugs on the roster. Y’all just love being them freaky kids that gather out in the woods to drink dog blood n shit huh? It’s real spooky-ookie let me tell ya’. But ya boy flash? We all know he ain’t shook! I-”
Flash gets cut off by Charlie’s slender fingers grabbing ahold of his lips. She shushes him before turning over, and freeing up his arm. Flash quietly giggles to himself before he stands up, running his hand over Charlie’s cheek as he scoots past her into the isle. The plane was filled with Union staff members, as well as a few other wrestlers who where making the flight to Shanghai. You could barely tell Flash had looked back into the camera, as narrow and glazed as they where. He was heading towards the back of the plane as he stared to speak once more,
“I see what's happenin’ here, I understand what's goin’ down. I done did poked the hornet's nest, and now Nemesis is using his pull around here to send his stingers! But you ain’t gonna stop the burner, HELL NAWH! You see when ya boi Rag came out in the middle of my match last week… Y’all fucked up! Y’all fucked with my money! That King Cobra was as good as mine, and all them sweet sweet benefits that come with it.
So guess what? Now i’m fuckin angry! And that's something you ain’t ever seen before. You ain’t never see what happens when Flash gets off the handles, when you done fucked with his income. Now Viduus gonna’ have ta pay the price! Needing a speaker because he find himself to high and mighty to talk to the masses. Remember what happened to the last so called preacher I faced? Put that fool in the down harder than this plane if I decided to shanghai it!”
Some of the people on the flight give him a few looks with that last line, to which Flash flashes them a cocky if not goofy smirk.
“ From day one I said I aint shook by the deadities! That still remains true to this day. So while other folk may be scared of your b movie ass… It just don’t phase me, you can’t get into my head, i don’t play them mind games! Two weeks ago I fucked up! I let someone who may as well be your carbon copy get in there and distract me, I lost my stride! But i’mma pick it back up this week, know what i’m sayin’? Ya boy still high above the competition, he still the brightest burning light inside union! And since I lost my shot at the King Cobra, guess ima set my sights on takin' out the trash known as salvation!
Already got one down, you next to drop Viduus. I’m the green ranger out here knockin' off oozemen! Just Copies of each other all made by Ivan Ooze himself, or better known as Nemesis. I know I can beat yo ass Viduus, because i’ve already done it once! Though you was going by another name, Alexander or whatever the fuck. You two may as well be the same guy! Preachin’ yo little fairy tales like this ain’t real life…”
Flash finally reaches the destination he was headed for, the bathroom. He slides the door open and walks inside, placing himself in front of the sink. He turns on the water, letting it fill his cupped hands. He then splashes his face with the liquid, waking himself up and bit and letting its cool moistness wash over him. His eyes flicker for a few moments before he starts to stare it himself in the mirror. He looked almost disappointed himself, the loss against Emery still heavy in his mind.
“This ain’t one of them flashy bits from ya boy, filled with sick martial art moves, and breathtaking acrobatics. Nawh This just me tellin’ yo ass Viduus… That i’m not only gunnin’ fo you! But i’m gunnin’ fo the whole cliq you run with, ya heard me? Fuck you! Fuck Ragnarok! Fuck Nemesis! AND FUCK SALVATION! Y’all bitches can get this dick, like yo name was Charlie girl. You think you gots what it takes to take me out Viduus? Bet you salivating at the thought of gettin’ a treat from you master. Such a good little pet, sittin’ on you owners lap! He says sick em! And well, you try yo best… But yo best won’t be enough come Lights Out!”
As Flash runs his hand through his long, dirty blonde hair the smirk returns his face, his gaze swaying back over to the camera.
“I ain’t these other punks and busta’s running around here. I ain’t gonna stand fo yo bullshit! Let every member of the goth club try and interfere in our match Viduus! It won’t matter! Once you got me pissed its game over homie. You gonna get got right in the center of that ring, dont care what you’ve done, who you got backing you! Flash Kassidy versus Viduus Morta? FLASH KASSIDY WINS EVERY TIME MY DUDE! Every single time, cause I ain’t gonna let myself get off focus again, i got my head in the ring and on the twenty-third only thing ima be seeing is yo bitch ass laying in that mat as i soar like a dragon in the sky right onto of ya Rob Zombie lookin’ self!
Tear you apart bruh, RUTHLESS! I will not hold back, I ain’t gonna have them say I was just a flash in the pan. My light ain’t getting extinguished! I ain’t one of them wrestlers that can’t back bounce from a L! I refuse to be! Never off my grind, and you Viduus are gonna burn up in my shine! Get Spooky with me, and see how fast I slap that mask off yo face and light up a scooby doobie! Boy! I’m a one man mystery inc! With an appetite for greatness like my name was shaggy! ZOINKS! You just a bitch in face paint, the farmer, the business owner! Just a cliche waiting to happen!
Salvation ain’t gonna save you from the come up of ya boi here. Nothing can save you from that. When ya’ guy Rag got in my business, he may as well put the nail in your coffin homie. “
Out of the corner of his eye, Flash notices a used condom floating in the toilet to his right. “Fuck thought I flushed that ish” he says to himself, before leaning over and flushing the toilet the camera clicking off as he pushes down the handle.
Last Edit: Feb 21, 2018 17:01:57 GMT -5 by Dakota Smith
