Post by Void on Jan 9, 2022 0:40:59 GMT -5
6 Days Ago:
We see VOID in his dressing room, back to the camera. Around him… is destruction, pure chaos. A wooden table has been reduced to splinters and shattered pieces of wood. All the mirrors are cracked. Panning back to VOID, we see his bloody knuckles. The shot remains focused on his torso, but his hands reach up towards his face, and when they return into shot, he holds his mask. The shot slowly starts to pan up…
Only to be interrupted by a knock at the door.
Um, Mr. VOID, sir, we’re gonna need you to leave. This is… uh, the champion’s dressing room, and, you know…
VOID’s hands clench into fists around his mask, before he puts it back on quickly and bows his head. He whispers to himself:
I can’t stop. Not now. Not ever. I may be hurt. May be bloodied. But I am never defeated. I’ve risen from the ashes before. And I shall again. I am not a man. I am not a zealot, I am not a god. I am a force.
VOID looks up at himself in the mirror, a sick smile on his face. Then he gets up, walks over to the door, and leaves the room. As screaming is heard on the other side, the shot fades out, save for blood left on the doorknob from VOID’s hand.
Firelight shines on VOID’s mask. He stands before the furnace at a blacksmith’s shop.
Of all of humanity’s discoveries over the thousands and thousands of years, fire is perhaps the most enduring. Sure you can know how it works, what makes it grow, what stops it, but nonetheless on a cold, dark night our eyes are naturally drawn to those hungry, flickering arms that reach towards the heavens. It’s endurance, it’s mystery, it’s undeniable appeal, these are the aspects of fire that make it so… unique.
VOID looks up form the fire, towards a golden sword lying on an anvil. He walks towards it, picking it up.
Unfortunately, Roddy, you possess none of these qualities. You are obvious, abrasive, annoying, and a fad with no staying power. You hide behind a manager, behind even your own tag team partner. Sure, you’ve been a dominant force together. But how much have you heard people praising Roddy Zalez, claiming he’s the future, compared to the jubilance around the strange, terrifying Kitsumi? In a tag team who’s impact has been little more than a footnote in this division, you’re the understudy, the sidekick, a literal recurring guest star in the Kitsumi show
VOID thrusts the sword into the furnace, letting it get hot, before picking up a hammer and beginning to strike the sword on the anvil, bending it.
Doesn’t that light a fire in you, make your eye twitch or something? Good, because that’s exactly what I’m counting on. Roddy, you may have delusions of grandeur, you may put on a cocky facade, but at the end of the day, what really drives you is this anger you have. I can’t speak to where it comes from, but at the end of the day it matters not. Because there are few things more predictable, more easy to manipulate than an angry man. I was once such a man, blinded by religion and anger at the world. I still possess such rage. I know how it feels. But I do not let my anger control me. No, I channel my anger, release it between those ropes, use it to drive my pursuit of glory. Roddy, your anger bubbles up from inside, shoved down over and over again for so long. I will provoke you, make you all but putty in my hands, and easily leave you lying. For not only are you a simple rookie, with accomplishments far lesser than my own. But, you are the first stop on my road to redemption. I must build my own personal rebellion, to reclaim the crown. First on the chopping block… One ruler of our kind.
VOID picks up the sword from the anvil, looks at it bent out of shape, then casts it into the furnace, watching as it slowly melts to molten gold.
