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Post by Shaun Hart on Jan 16, 2023 19:20:11 GMT
(Blondie makes his in-ring debut and is ready to impress the IIW fans and show everyone why he was selected to take part in this year's Keys 2 Success match but it won't be easy to get a win against Tony Bird, who's looking to bounce bag after last Mayhems lose.)
Match One Standard Singles Match Blondie vs Tony Bird
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Post by Tony Bird on Jan 22, 2023 17:29:33 GMT
Our scene opens with an IIW interviewer and cameraman walking into the dark maintenance tunnels under the Mayhem arena. The air is heavy and the only light comes from sparsely placed red emergency bulbs mounted on the walls. The interviewers breathing quickens as the two venture into the darkness.
Cameraman: You sure he’s down here?
Interviewer: They all said this is where he was last seen…
Cameraman: Okay, but do we really need to be down here? Is this worth it?
Interviewer: Look, Mr. Hart was nice enough to give us this opportunity. This is our chance…
The two stop and the interviewer turns around to the camera, speaking to the cameraman.
Interviewer: If this is what we have to do, we need to just….
The Interviewer suddenly falls silent as faint humming and whistling is heard from the darkness.
Cameraman: The fuck is that?!
Interviewer: I dont know...maybe thats him?
Footsteps can now be faintly heard with the whistling echoing through the corridors.
Interviewer: Tony? Tony Bird?
The whistling continues
Cameraman: I dont like this…
Interviewer: No, man, just stay cool….
A voice begins to sing out from the darkness…
“Total Slaughter…. Total Slaughter… I wont leave a single man alive…”
The interviewer begins to recoil as terror grips him. The camera starts to shake slightly
Interviewer: What….?
Cameraman: Oh hell no! Fuck this! Im out!
The interviewer grabs the cameraman by the front of his shirt
Interviewer: No! Wait!
The singing starts again
“La de da de dai…. Genocide…. La de da de duh… An ocean of blood…”
Interviewer: Okay, maybe your right…
Cameraman: Fuck this, I dont need this job this bad…
The two turn as the voice calls out again, deeper now, sounding more like a snarling growl
“Lets begin the killing time….”
A mad cackle echoes through the halls as the two men turn to run. A shadowed figure steps out in front of them, blocking their retreat and halting the two in their tracks.
Figure: *Snarling* Havent you heard its not nice to interrupt peoples PRIVATE TIME?!
The man pounces forward, leaping on the interviewers chest and driving him to the ground. The cameraman drops the camera to the floor. From the camera angle, we see the figure stand and lift the interviewer
Figure: Didnt your momma ever teach you any MANNERS?!
The figure tosses the interview to the side, sending him crashing through some equipment. He turns to look at the cameraman.
Figure: *in a soft whisper* Run….
The cameraman is heard screaming and running off down the hall as the figure throws his head back, laughing again.
The figure walks over towards the camera and picks it up.
Figure: Now lets see….ah! Here we go….
A moment later the camera shifts to night-vision mode, the scene now bathed in green and lit up bright. The camera turns around to a disturbing close up on the face of Tony Bird. Tony peers into the camera quizzically.
Tony: This thing on? hehehehe…..WELCOME TO MY SANCTUM!!! It has been far too long since I’ve been out of the shadows, but all that changes now!
Tony continues speaking, his voice oscillating between gleeful insanity and unbound rage.
Tony: I have been gone, but not far. I have walked among you without notice, a wolf among sheep. I still carry the luxury of anonymity. I am a face among the crowd. A blip on the radar of no one. I am a man who right now is little more than a name on the list of the powers that be. That has been fine for me for a time, but I grow bored…
Tony reels around, still aiming the camera at his face, but sending the background into a dizzying spin around him.
Tony: Everyone has been so consumed by their own little thoughts. Their own tiny concerns. Meanwhile, I wait in shadows and grow like a cancer. I am the harbinger of the coming dark. I am a blight that has been loosed upon this company, and I am the disease that cannot be cured or contained. LOOK AT ME! YOU WILL COME TO KNOW MY FACE! YOU WILL KNOW THAT I AM EVERYTHING YOU FEAR! I AM MADNESS GIVEN FORM AND I WILL NOT YIELD UNTIL MY HUNGERS HAVE BEEN SATIATED!!....
Tony lowers his head for a moment, recomposing himself.
Tony: I lay in wait, and my power grows. I watch from shadows, and my power grows. I stand by while the insects scurry about, lost in their own world and MY. POWER. GROWS! But no more...I step forth now from my cocoon. I am no longer content to stand by idly while people focus on petty concerns. I come forth now in a flurry of insanity and violence and blood! I am born once again through a crucible that would break the minds and bodies of lesser men, for I am eternal.
Tony kneels as if in prayer, the camera still pointed at himself. His voice becomes soft and solemn.
Tony: Ive spent my days in isolation. In the cold dark where men fear to tread. In the corners of the mind where nightmares fester. I made my home there...and then I went deeper....And now, like a great beast rising from hibernation, I wake with thoughts of bloodlust and rage. My mind filled with images of pain. Images I cannot ignore. Images I must give shape. I must make them real…
Tony pauses, breathing heavy in the darkness, his head hung low. He suddenly jumps up, the camera shaking unsteadily in his hands. After a moment, the image stills and Tony looks into the lens with a grin.
Tony: Thats why they gave me you, Blondie. You came to IIW with something to prove. You came here thinking yourself a great thundering rhino and have failed to see the truth around you because you blind yourself with your own deception. You are nothing but a child riding daddy’s coat-tails. You storm in here with the world to prove and nothing of merit to back up your claims to greatness. I have been put before you to be your welcoming party, And I promise you, the price of admission here is very, very steep. This match is going to be your wake-up call, and I am your alarm clock. You have stumbled into the lair of the beast. Your prior work up until this point is washed away like a drawing in the sand on the beach. What you have done up until now is entirely irrelevant. You have been stripped of accomplishments and left naked with nothing to cling to and wave at your own insecurities as if brandishing some sigil against the nightmares, and soon, you are going to find that all your bluster and sabre rattling in the end means very little…
Tony throws his head back cackling madly again for a moment, then suddenly pauses. His brow furrows as if listening for something, then puts his ear to the camera.
Tony: What? What was that?...Oh….oh heavens no…
Tony pulls his face back and looks into the camera again with a sad, pitying frown. He shakes his head slightly with a ‘tsk tsk’
Tony: You poor, unfortunate child...You’ve completely misunderstood! Come now, settle down. I see you there with your chest defiantly puffed out, stiff upper lip and all that, but you’ve entirely missed the gravity of your situation! Im not going to sit here and tell you about how “Im going to beat you!’ and “You dont stand a chance” and “I am physically superior to you!” “Rabble rabble rabble!!”...Good lord no. Thats not my thing. I find people who do that to be somewhat distasteful, which is why I already find you a bit abhorrent. No, no, no. Thats not me…
Tony stands and strolls around, calmly speaking
Tony: And I know you are thinking “But wait! What about all that stuff earlier? The ‘I will not yield’ and ‘I am eternal’...that sounds a lot like some claims of defeating someone!”...and to that, all I can say is that you have misheard or misinterpreted me. At no point have I claimed that I will win this match. I have no way of knowing the outcome of a match. My purpose is not to beat you in a single match, theres no sport in that. You may win, and if you do, you will be able to enjoy your moment and gloat about how great you believe yourself to be. But I will still be there. Beating me will not end my march. Do not look at me as some great obstacle to be overcome once and forgotten. I will always inevitably march onward. You will continue to run, thinking yourself ahead of me, but I will continue to advance inexorably. Thats the difference between you and I, Blondie. That is why I tell you I am eternal. You will be a flash in the pan. A bright beacon of light. But in the end, you will end up the same. Not some great spotlight, but merely...a road flare. A flash, a burst, and then quickly burned out and fading away. You will fade away into a footnote in IIW, and after you are gone, I will still be here, spreading the infection. You will just be another fallen victim….
Tony grins widely, giving a very disturbing look to the camera.
Tony: Sleep well, little Blondie....just know I am waiting in those dark corners you dont dare look. Hiding just out of sight, but always watching. You are going to be my next victim...and there is no way to escape. Dont bother running….you’ll just die tired…
Tony cackles madly again throwing the camera down to the floor. The camera cracks and breaks, leaving the screen to nothing but static. A moment later another camera cuts in outside the entrance to the maintenance tunnel. We see a few security guards rushing towards the door and as they arrive, Tony walks out, looking calm, wearing his jeans and leather jacket.
Guard: Hey, stop!
Tony turns to the guards and gives them a confused look.
Guard: We got word of a disturbance in the tunnels. What were you doing down there?
Tony looks around innocently
Tony: Who, me? Nothin, I just went down there to find a place to smoke…
Guard: You see anything out of place down there?
Tony casually puts his hands into his pockets and shrugs, shaking his head.
Tony: I didnt see anything out of sorts...but I’ve heard there’s some kind of lunatic wandering around down there. You guys really should shore up security around here. This kind of work environment isnt safe…
Tony leans in towards the guard a bit.
Tony: You guys need to be careful...No telling what could be down there…
Tony then grins and slaps the guards shoulder.
Tony: Good luck! Im sure you guys will be fine!
He wheels around on his heels and walks off down the corridor, whistling his tune to himself as he walks around a corner and disappears.
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