Post by Bryan Williams on Sept 22, 2021 17:05:12 GMT -5
The scene opens like it has so many other times before. A dark, and dimly lit warehouse. We’ve been here before, and yet - maybe we haven’t.
Not until now.
A place so new, and yet so familiar to some who are aware. For Action Wrestling this may be the first experience. The first time being in a place so depressing, so void of anything worth looking for. There’s no sign of life here, nothing that makes this place special. It just exists. The camera slowly creeping along the floor as we push further into the darkness.
The vertical hold steadies, as the scene before us loops until it holds out. A buzzing sound can be heard, as the scene glitches for a moment. An overhead light comes on in the distance. The camera pushes along the ground as we come to a dirty, old desk.
The camera swings up, revealing Bryan Williams standing behind the desk. He appears almost out of thin air, nothing to suggest that he was waiting there this whole time. Again, the scene glitches, a rooster mask phases through the scene and for a brief moment it looks like Bryan is wearing the mask.
He slams his hand down on the desk, dust and debris flying in all directions. There is calm now, as the image stabilizes.
“Hello, Action Wrestling.”
Bryan takes a moment, as the scene grows silent. He takes a seat behind the desk, it looks to have gained a rich color in the wood suddenly. It’s professional looking now, certainly not the hot mess it was a few moments ago.
“I’m sorry this couldn’t have been done sooner, but things have a funny way of working out. And so, I’ve arrived. Not a moment too late, or too soon.” He says, kicking his feet up on the desk.
“It’s the right moment, because I’ve been tasked with my first match on a Monday night. For some this would be considered the big time, but for me this is another venue to show off my talents. More eyes on me, which is always a good thing. No complaints there.”
Bryan takes a pen from the cup holder on his desk, scribbling something down on a pad next to him.
“I do, however, have a complaint about something else. You see it has come to my attention that my opponent, or opponents, haven’t been able to properly research me.”
He looks a little annoyed, almost concerned.
“Quite unfortunate for them, and it puts them at a bit of a disadvantage.”
“I’m all for equal grounds, a level playing field if you will. And if I’m going to make my mark here in this company I’d like to do it with no asterisks on my record.”
“So, hello Schizophrenia. Here I am.”
Bryan extends his arms wide, as he presents himself to the camera and his opponent(s).
“My first test here in Action Wrestling, and what a challenge it will be. I counted four different personalities, and some of us could only be so lucky. Here you are, with four living under the same roof. It’s no wonder you couldn’t get anything done! It looks like enough to make anyone go crazy.”
“No worries, because I will assist you. Your search ends here, because the man standing before you is the one you’re looking for.”
He smiles, growing quiet again.
He stays silent for more than a moment, the emptiness lingering as his smile begins to slowly fade away into a stagnant look.
Bryan stares into the camera, as he begins to disassociate.
“What you seek has found you, I’ve picked you out and I will show you exactly what I am all about come Monday night.”
“Sometimes the answers you look for are the ones you should have avoided in the beginning.”
“I’ve learned a few things in this business, and one of them is to never hide. Those who can’t find you weren’t trying hard enough to begin with.”
“Because I’m right here.”
“I’ve always been right here.” Bryan says, snapping back to reality with another large smile on his face. He hops to his feet, moving around the desk to get right into the camera.
“But soon, very soon, I’ll be in your face. And by then it will be too late for you.”
“Whatever it is that brought you here, albeit your quest for fame or championship gold, it has put you directly in my path. And if any of those people living inside of your head had a couple of brain cells to rub together they would see the danger ahead.”
Bryan grabs the camera, pulling it in closer to his face.
“It’s all fun and games until someone gets hurt, and Schizophrenia you’re about to get several others hurt very soon.”
“But hey, this is what you all wanted. You searched for me.”
His eyes dart around, searching for something through the lens.
He doesn’t find it.
“The least I can do is show you, and everyone else, who I really am.”
Bryan lets go of the camera, all while returning behind the desk.
“That way the next time somebody comes looking for me, they won’t have to look very far.”
He slams his hand back down on the desk, as it loses its color. The vertical hold of the scene begins to slip, as the tracking comes back in to take charge. The scene glitches again, we see the mask back on Bryan’s head.
Cut to black.