Post by vespertine on Feb 22, 2024 1:57:36 GMT -5
::Darkness again. Darkness everywhere::
(Then a spotlight comes up and we find ourselves in a large cement room. It's empty except for one chair in the middle of the light. Upon the chair sits a tied up and bound John Black (JB, manager of Joey Madrox.). Still in his street clothes, his hair is disshelved, apparently whoever took him, he put up quite a fight against. He is bleeding at the side of his mouth and over his left eye. He has just woken up and is looking around trying to get his bearings and figure out where he is. A voice somewhere off in the darkness comes to him.)
Voice: Well well well. What have we here. A lost little boy playing with his friends who somehow ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time. (JB's eyes get bigger as he recognizes the voice) Riddle me this, riddle me that. Why would you manage the perfect little brat. Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, tonight we have a spectacular extravaganza. Like the blue light special at Kmart.
(Finally.... Vespertine steps into the light. She circles JB as she talks.)
You, my friend, are gonna be witness to the ultimate destruction of personal property in history. In wrestling history. (She leans close to his ear.) And don't tell me that Madrox thinks you are a friend. You, maybe a manager, you maybe whatever he deems you, but a friend. I doubt he calls you that, I doubt he even feels that way towards you. Which is why when he sees this, the Madrox calvary won't be coming to help you. BUT step right up ladies and gentlemen
(she twirls away from him, then twirls back and sits on his knees and puts her arms around his neck. She grins wickedly as she does this.)
Ves: Got a secret for ya, JB. I'm not wearing anything under this miniskirt. It's just your jeans and my naked flesh. But we aren't here to discuss the sexual possibilities of what might or might not be depending on how you feel about me. I think after this night, you'll find I can be a bigger monster than you can ever dream of. (She rubs her pelvis against his leg) What we ARE here for- (she stops and looks at his face as he is looking really worried.) WHY sooo serious?
(She laughs)
No, what we are here for is to witness the greatest destruction of property in the last half century. Gentlemen! Open her up!
(She gets up and goes into the darkness, comes back with a chair and a bowl of popcorn and sits down, right next to him. In front of them comes up a lighted room, like a line up room at a police station. In this room, come many of Joey Madrox's puppets that he has used in his past promos. There is Buff puppet, Jody puppet, Alien puppet, Murda Jo puppet, Sock Guard 1, Sock Guard 2. They all get in the lineup and then from the walls, a red flashing light and a siren go off)
Ves: Hey JB, you'll love this. It's called "Giving Some Puppet Love" HIT IT!
(At her command, two flamethrowers go off inside the room burning all the puppets to a crisp. You can hear their exaggerated little screams as their twine and or wool go up in flames. The puppets run around in horror because they are on fire. When all that is turned to ash, another siren goes off. The room is emptied and another group of puppets, from Madrox's long past of puppetry come into the room. Vespertine hands JB her popcorn.)
Ves: Hey J, you want some? (mockingly) Oh sorry, I see you're a little tied up at the moment.
(The sirens go off again as do the flamethrowers. When that is done, then it's time for round three. She offers more popcorn to JB but still finds he is tied up at the moment. Finally when round three is done, that room's light go off and she gets up off her chair and circles JB sexily as she talks.)
Ves: Do you think you're next? I mean you could be. There is no guarantee that you won't be in that incineration chamber along with all his puppets. Play your cards right. He doesn't even miss them, he doesn't even care about them so what makes you think he cares about you. Think on that for a little bit. Meanwhile (she skips around to his back and leans in to whisper in his ear.) This was just a little demonstration. A demonstration of what's going to happen come Monday night at Payback. So you, my sweet, are not bound for the same as those puppets. You bear witness to their destruction because the message I want to send to Joey after all this is: THIS IS REALITY. We don't play with puppets or sock figures here. The devil is in the details. The succumbus is coming. There is no rest for the wicked. For when he finally meets this wicked soul in the eye, he WILL know. He WILL understand, his time, like those of his puppets, is limited. Like the puppetmaster he was, I WILL pull his strings. I WILL make him dance. I WILL make him suffer and then I WILL beat him for the Omega Title. All because I am his puppetmaster. He got bored, he cut his strings. I found them, I picked them up and fate is in the strings.
(She scoots back into the darkness, the light goes out, leaving all in darkness.)
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Scene 2
(The camera comes up on a stage, red curtains are drawn behind it. As the spotlight comes up, a marrionette comes dancing out. You can definitely see the strings and what it looks like, is a wooden version of Vespertine somehow dressed in the same outfit as before. But we can see someone is controlling the wooden figure from above the curtains. When the figure talks, it is her voice but because the character is wooden, the movements are stiff and jaunty.)
Ves: See, Madrox, I don't need a dark buddha guiding me to be evil or just fucking creepy. JB is safe. For now. For the moment. Not so much your puppets though. You played with Puppets and pulled the strings. But you cut those strings because you got bored of playing with them. That's when you lost control and I found those pieces and an opportunity. You have no idea how annoying your sock puppet performances are. Maybe this will give you an idea. Creepy isn't it. Is that what it is like whenever you are alone in your head. Tell me, do you like playing with puppets. Creepy when it's coming from something else, someone else, the voice coming from somewhere else.
(The figure turns its head as if looking at something but it's a change of beat.)
Were you the puppetmaster? Did you think you could be one forever. Step back into this reality, my sweet, you have no idea what's real and what isn't. I beat you once, I'll do it again. There is no Payback for you. There will never be payback for you. Not against me. I beat you sober. Then you decided to get drunk while wrestling and somehow you won. The Omega Title. Fuck that. Madrox, you just a paper champion. I showed the world what you are when we first met. I just showed the world, and JB that when you fuck around with the fake souls of socks and puppets, the fires of whatever hell you believe in, will come. Make no mistake, I'm tired of watching your Punch and Judy shows. Bored now. I'm tired of watching you fuck around with socks and made up storylines from whatever convenient street drug you took that day and planted in your head. I'm sure it makes sense to you but it gets me mad and confuses the rest of the mortals on the roster. YOU ARE A JOKE! This was never a job to you. You aren't invested in this business. You aren't even invested in your own fucked up little life. And on top of that, you, drunk as you were, took a title belt from Roman Gunn, the most arrogant, stuck up, head up your ass, no nonsense fucked up cunt of a wrestler. You beat him.
(It stares into the camera as it talks, creepy as the eyes aren't even real so they aren't focused straight ahead. It motions to something off screen, almost like a shrug)
Talk about your fluke wins. You aren't invested in this. You think this is all a joke with socks, puppets, dreams and papier mache. You won by a fluke. You won't do that on Monday. You aren't walking away the winner, you aren't even going into this, the champion. On Monday, you face me, and you WILL be the underdog. As great as they say about underdogs and how they win, that won't be your story. In your fucked up little drug addled brain, yeah, you'll come out the winner and play the good little champion like you are but in reality, the fire that melted those puppets is coming for you. You are an underdog. At the bottom of the fucking totem pole and that is where you will stay. I WILL show the world that you winning the Omega title from Roman Gunn, was a fluke. And that your ass needs to be beat down to show it was.
(It cocks its head and reaches back to bring out what looks to be a cigarette of some kind. The figure puts it in their mouth)
It's a fluke you won because when you play around with sock puppets, take your drugs, smoke your weed, drink your juice, get your title, you think it's all fun and games and that it isn't really real. You aren't here a full 100% of the time. Oh, maybe your body is, but your brain is somewhere else. Your brain is always somewhere else. 50% of the time it's not even on this planet. Your title win was a fluke. the roll you are on is just as big a fluke as that whore's ass you ended up with after your title win. But that ends Monday at Payback. I'm taking that fire and burning your world, burning your name, burning your legacy down. You don't belong here. You never did and I WILL take what is rightfully mine. The Omega title. And end your era, end your roll. When I beat you, a second time.
(It smiles an almost sadistic smile. Ite reaches around again and produces what looks like a small knife. In that stilted way marrionettes do, it brings the knife up and tries to twist it.)
I twist the knife that burns your soul. I plunge the sword that takes your life. Make it slow, make it fast, make it clean, make it messy but you aren't walking away with that title. The knife has poison on it and once inserted it is only a matter of time before the poison ends you. Then you can join your little puppet buddies up in their little puppet heaven doing fucked up puppet things to each other. This puppet beat you the first time, it will beat you again.
(It snaps it fingers wooden like and suddenly a small flame is produced)
On Monday,
Whatever fire you had, will be extinguished.
Whatever joy you had, will be taken.
Whatever roll you were on, will be stopped.
Whatever strings you pulled, will be cut.
Time to wake up and face the fucking truth:
I AM YOUR PUPPETMASTER.
And like the puppets on your strings
YOU.... are the puppet on mine
(The spotlight goes out. All is in darkness again.)