Post by Z on Dec 12, 2021 0:33:59 GMT -5
Complexities of Chaos: Chapter 6: Rinse. Destroy. Repeat. LAST TIME!!
“The Action Wrestling brass seem to think that this Dick douche deserves to share the ring and arena with me. Did you all not see what I just put Ash Blake through? Let alone what I did to this prick the last time he thought he was man enough to take me on?”
*His voice sweeps over us just as the veil that kept us in the dark is removed, but was it? Darkness surrounds us. But shortly a light flickers on. Then another. More and more illuminate the darkness. We are moved to the left and see the man who just spoke. The Man of Chaos. Zolton. He stands in an empty area between the many light bulbs pulsing with power going to them.*
“Look, this is the type of thing that could drive a normal person insane. I just put myself through hell on purpose only to teach someone a lesson. Although the end outcome wasn’t exactly what I was wanting, Ash knows that I am here. I will continue to live within her mind rent free. Under her skin. Every once in awhile causing those goosebumps to raise up. Those tiny hairs standing straight up on the back of her neck. I am your boogie man Ash Blake.”
*As he ends the statement a crooked grin grows across his lips. A flicker sparks from his eyes. Z stands still as a statue as the electric power providing the lightbulbs their illumination seems to dance on either side of him. His hair lays naturally on either side of his face. There seems to be some remnants of a bandage across his forehead. The grin quickly fades however.*
“Alright let me go ahead and get this part of this thing over with before I return my attention to Blake.”
*He shakes his head slightly from side to side. His hair dances. He noticeably takes a deep breath as his chest expands and shoulders rise. His exhale is slow and deliberate.*
“R. B. D. Robbie. Bigg. Dick. This will be our third meeting in what? The past two months? This is going to be our last one. You and the rest of the ignorant parasites that have the education of a kindergartener and a reading level that is lower. I have demolished the first and second time we fought. The first was in a three battle. The second time was one on one. I beat your ass so badly that you couldn’t move and you disgusted me so much I just simply walked away. Will probably be the same result this time. I have wasted too much time one you already. I can’t believe I have to do it again. Christ. Torture is how you treat you most relevant and biggest drawing superstars? It seems so. I understand taking a couple of steps down the ladder due to the loss at Turmoil. But seriously? Dick? Again?”
*He is obviously frustrated. Some confusion flows over his eyebrows.*
“Dick, you haven’t had a chance in our first two meetings, if you even show up this time, what makes you think you will have a chance? I’ll be amazed if more than a sentence comes out of your mouth without every other word being a profanity. Look. This is for everyone involved in booking these matches. Formulating possible rivalries. I would understand if Dick and I exchanged wins. Really close fights. Could have gone either way, you know similar to what you all witnessed at Turmoil with me and Blake. But both times he and I have fought, they were wipeouts. Total domination by yours truly. Chaos reigned without question. Did he give back some of his pay or something for this match at Clash to occur? Did he promise that the outcome would be different? How could he make a promise that is going to be so easily broken? Alright. Listen to this carefully, powers that be in Action Wrestling.”
*He pauses with purpose. That gleam in his piercing blue eyes seems to float over both eyeballs.*
“In this match, it is a Christmas DeathMatch. Oh how ignorantly festive. Anyway. The title of this match will hold a very different meaning. It is a Deathmatch folks. What are you going to do when I actually kill this idiot? What will happen when Robbie Bigg Dick will take his last breath Monday Night? Valid questions. Do you have any answers?”
*He again shakes his head, hair dancing, lights wave now. Literally like ocean waves washing up on a sandy shoreline, they dim to brighten. This continues for just a moment. Then some kind of power surge illuminates the bulbs so bright that Z is disappearing.*
“I do not ever go into a fight without a plan. I like to play. React to the environment as well as my foe. This one I may actually go in with an endgame plan. I am going to make sure that Dick will never be able to wrestle or fight again. Hell I want to make it so that he won’t be able to even speak again. It will make the world a better place along with Action Wrestling.”
*The lights are so bright that they could explode at any moment. But they do not, their illumination changes. They go from bright white light to a pulsing blue. Showing Z as a silhouetted monster within the sea of blue.*
“I only have one path. One direction for this company and myself. Championships. Yes Championships, plural. I came oh so close at Turmoil, I am not done with you Blake. I don’t want to hear from the morons in the television programming department saying that I am supposed to concentrate on Dick. Guess what fuckers, he is not worth my time. My attention belongs elsewhere. Oh. Wait. Miss Blake is too weak and hurt to compete a week after Turmoil. Aw. Should I send a sweet wishing you well card? Maybe a season’s greetings card? Blake? Would you like that? I think I will do it, but it will be the carcass of Robbie Bigg Dick strown and drawn across the entire card. His blood leaking out of several orifices. The cover will read something like ‘Get Well Soon’. Open it up and inside will be a picture of you Blake, hanging from the gallows and the wording will simply say something like, ‘So that You will Meet your Rightful fate’. And of course you will get my signature. A free autograph from your Man of Chaos Ash. I never do that. Yes. Yeah. That is what I will do after I end Douchebag Dick’s life in this world. Show you your future. If you think just because we fought and you somehow, in some kind of flash miracle, pulled off the victory that was the end? No Miss Blake, it is only the beginning.”
*The deep blue lighting begins to pulse like the white did but more slowly. Deliberate. Obvious.*
“I’ll make Monday NIght Clash look like that stupid song by Weird Al Yankovic describing the night Santa went crazy or whatever. Then the company Christmas tree shall be decorated with the various body parts of R. B. D. I am dead serious Torture. If I kill him, I will not deal with the consequences for it. You know who I am. What I am. How little I care for other people. Putting me against this idiot that looked pathetic in our first two meetings. I will just end his misery. Save his family from unneeded drama due to Robbie drinking too much milk and getting belligerent with his fellow preschool classmates. One less headache, for the Dick…”
*He lets out a chuckle as he says the word, but regains his composure.*
“...Dick family to deal with. Meh fuck it. I’ll go ahead and rid the world of them too. They can’t be any better than Robbie anyway. Let’s all allow me to make the world a better place by exterminating the family they call Dick…”
*Another chuckle.*
“Alright. That’s enough. I’m still waiting on Ash to answer me about the card? Oh, that’s right she won’t answer me because this is being recorded now but shown later. My mistake. So there is one thing you did right with your fellow brass Torture. You put me in the Main Event. Although it does give a little relevancy to Robbie, he will be forgotten the moment the show goes off the air. I am wondering though, how will this ‘Christmas Deathmatch’ be any different from the backyard brawl that Robbie and I fought in the last time? Nah. Nevermind, that is something that doesn’t really matter to me. All I care about is seeing the face Blake will make when she receives that special Season’s Greetings card from her Man of Chaos?”
*The blue lights brighten for a moment and then begin to slowly dim down to darkness. It starts with one bulb at a time alternating to each side.*
“In summation. In conclusion. This promotional statement has been brought to you by the wake of chaos. I am Zolton, your Man of Chaos. Monday night Clash will be the fortunate end of R. B. D’s. Life on this earth. He will not be reincarnated due to his lack of self worth. Also, this is a statement to remind all of the morons and parasites of the world that Ash Blake and I are not done in our little war. Our chess game on the grandest scale ever seen. Also to give her a heads up about the holiday that will arrive to her by the next Monday Night Clash. You have all bared witness to the words spoken. Once they have been spoken, so shall they become reality. Monday NIght is that moment where the warnings spoken here will come true. Prepare the funeral home, coroner, and of course the morgue that there will be a death in the waning hours of the night in South Carolina. Under the roof of the Colonial Life Arena. Irony? Could be. I am Zolton. And I am your Man of Chaos.”
*As the blue lights continue to slowly fall into darkness. Z’s eyes can be seen, showing the edges of his hair on either side of his face. We seem to be mesmerized by him. Almost like a trance. Quickly we snap out of it as we fall completely blind. Seeing nothing. Then hearing nothing as the sound of footsteps echo away from where we sit. Deaf. Blind. Frozen. End.*
“The Action Wrestling brass seem to think that this Dick douche deserves to share the ring and arena with me. Did you all not see what I just put Ash Blake through? Let alone what I did to this prick the last time he thought he was man enough to take me on?”
*His voice sweeps over us just as the veil that kept us in the dark is removed, but was it? Darkness surrounds us. But shortly a light flickers on. Then another. More and more illuminate the darkness. We are moved to the left and see the man who just spoke. The Man of Chaos. Zolton. He stands in an empty area between the many light bulbs pulsing with power going to them.*
“Look, this is the type of thing that could drive a normal person insane. I just put myself through hell on purpose only to teach someone a lesson. Although the end outcome wasn’t exactly what I was wanting, Ash knows that I am here. I will continue to live within her mind rent free. Under her skin. Every once in awhile causing those goosebumps to raise up. Those tiny hairs standing straight up on the back of her neck. I am your boogie man Ash Blake.”
*As he ends the statement a crooked grin grows across his lips. A flicker sparks from his eyes. Z stands still as a statue as the electric power providing the lightbulbs their illumination seems to dance on either side of him. His hair lays naturally on either side of his face. There seems to be some remnants of a bandage across his forehead. The grin quickly fades however.*
“Alright let me go ahead and get this part of this thing over with before I return my attention to Blake.”
*He shakes his head slightly from side to side. His hair dances. He noticeably takes a deep breath as his chest expands and shoulders rise. His exhale is slow and deliberate.*
“R. B. D. Robbie. Bigg. Dick. This will be our third meeting in what? The past two months? This is going to be our last one. You and the rest of the ignorant parasites that have the education of a kindergartener and a reading level that is lower. I have demolished the first and second time we fought. The first was in a three battle. The second time was one on one. I beat your ass so badly that you couldn’t move and you disgusted me so much I just simply walked away. Will probably be the same result this time. I have wasted too much time one you already. I can’t believe I have to do it again. Christ. Torture is how you treat you most relevant and biggest drawing superstars? It seems so. I understand taking a couple of steps down the ladder due to the loss at Turmoil. But seriously? Dick? Again?”
*He is obviously frustrated. Some confusion flows over his eyebrows.*
“Dick, you haven’t had a chance in our first two meetings, if you even show up this time, what makes you think you will have a chance? I’ll be amazed if more than a sentence comes out of your mouth without every other word being a profanity. Look. This is for everyone involved in booking these matches. Formulating possible rivalries. I would understand if Dick and I exchanged wins. Really close fights. Could have gone either way, you know similar to what you all witnessed at Turmoil with me and Blake. But both times he and I have fought, they were wipeouts. Total domination by yours truly. Chaos reigned without question. Did he give back some of his pay or something for this match at Clash to occur? Did he promise that the outcome would be different? How could he make a promise that is going to be so easily broken? Alright. Listen to this carefully, powers that be in Action Wrestling.”
*He pauses with purpose. That gleam in his piercing blue eyes seems to float over both eyeballs.*
“In this match, it is a Christmas DeathMatch. Oh how ignorantly festive. Anyway. The title of this match will hold a very different meaning. It is a Deathmatch folks. What are you going to do when I actually kill this idiot? What will happen when Robbie Bigg Dick will take his last breath Monday Night? Valid questions. Do you have any answers?”
*He again shakes his head, hair dancing, lights wave now. Literally like ocean waves washing up on a sandy shoreline, they dim to brighten. This continues for just a moment. Then some kind of power surge illuminates the bulbs so bright that Z is disappearing.*
“I do not ever go into a fight without a plan. I like to play. React to the environment as well as my foe. This one I may actually go in with an endgame plan. I am going to make sure that Dick will never be able to wrestle or fight again. Hell I want to make it so that he won’t be able to even speak again. It will make the world a better place along with Action Wrestling.”
*The lights are so bright that they could explode at any moment. But they do not, their illumination changes. They go from bright white light to a pulsing blue. Showing Z as a silhouetted monster within the sea of blue.*
“I only have one path. One direction for this company and myself. Championships. Yes Championships, plural. I came oh so close at Turmoil, I am not done with you Blake. I don’t want to hear from the morons in the television programming department saying that I am supposed to concentrate on Dick. Guess what fuckers, he is not worth my time. My attention belongs elsewhere. Oh. Wait. Miss Blake is too weak and hurt to compete a week after Turmoil. Aw. Should I send a sweet wishing you well card? Maybe a season’s greetings card? Blake? Would you like that? I think I will do it, but it will be the carcass of Robbie Bigg Dick strown and drawn across the entire card. His blood leaking out of several orifices. The cover will read something like ‘Get Well Soon’. Open it up and inside will be a picture of you Blake, hanging from the gallows and the wording will simply say something like, ‘So that You will Meet your Rightful fate’. And of course you will get my signature. A free autograph from your Man of Chaos Ash. I never do that. Yes. Yeah. That is what I will do after I end Douchebag Dick’s life in this world. Show you your future. If you think just because we fought and you somehow, in some kind of flash miracle, pulled off the victory that was the end? No Miss Blake, it is only the beginning.”
*The deep blue lighting begins to pulse like the white did but more slowly. Deliberate. Obvious.*
“I’ll make Monday NIght Clash look like that stupid song by Weird Al Yankovic describing the night Santa went crazy or whatever. Then the company Christmas tree shall be decorated with the various body parts of R. B. D. I am dead serious Torture. If I kill him, I will not deal with the consequences for it. You know who I am. What I am. How little I care for other people. Putting me against this idiot that looked pathetic in our first two meetings. I will just end his misery. Save his family from unneeded drama due to Robbie drinking too much milk and getting belligerent with his fellow preschool classmates. One less headache, for the Dick…”
*He lets out a chuckle as he says the word, but regains his composure.*
“...Dick family to deal with. Meh fuck it. I’ll go ahead and rid the world of them too. They can’t be any better than Robbie anyway. Let’s all allow me to make the world a better place by exterminating the family they call Dick…”
*Another chuckle.*
“Alright. That’s enough. I’m still waiting on Ash to answer me about the card? Oh, that’s right she won’t answer me because this is being recorded now but shown later. My mistake. So there is one thing you did right with your fellow brass Torture. You put me in the Main Event. Although it does give a little relevancy to Robbie, he will be forgotten the moment the show goes off the air. I am wondering though, how will this ‘Christmas Deathmatch’ be any different from the backyard brawl that Robbie and I fought in the last time? Nah. Nevermind, that is something that doesn’t really matter to me. All I care about is seeing the face Blake will make when she receives that special Season’s Greetings card from her Man of Chaos?”
*The blue lights brighten for a moment and then begin to slowly dim down to darkness. It starts with one bulb at a time alternating to each side.*
“In summation. In conclusion. This promotional statement has been brought to you by the wake of chaos. I am Zolton, your Man of Chaos. Monday night Clash will be the fortunate end of R. B. D’s. Life on this earth. He will not be reincarnated due to his lack of self worth. Also, this is a statement to remind all of the morons and parasites of the world that Ash Blake and I are not done in our little war. Our chess game on the grandest scale ever seen. Also to give her a heads up about the holiday that will arrive to her by the next Monday Night Clash. You have all bared witness to the words spoken. Once they have been spoken, so shall they become reality. Monday NIght is that moment where the warnings spoken here will come true. Prepare the funeral home, coroner, and of course the morgue that there will be a death in the waning hours of the night in South Carolina. Under the roof of the Colonial Life Arena. Irony? Could be. I am Zolton. And I am your Man of Chaos.”
*As the blue lights continue to slowly fall into darkness. Z’s eyes can be seen, showing the edges of his hair on either side of his face. We seem to be mesmerized by him. Almost like a trance. Quickly we snap out of it as we fall completely blind. Seeing nothing. Then hearing nothing as the sound of footsteps echo away from where we sit. Deaf. Blind. Frozen. End.*