Post by Jody Madrox on Mar 10, 2024 0:03:44 GMT -5
[It opens to a black and white scene, something from David Lynch flick, where we see a burned wooden doll of the fallen Vespertine singing to him.]
Unknown: In Match Madness… everything is fine… In Match Madness…everythin is–
[Then its wooden hand touches the undisturbed Jody in the face, where it shows a close up of an elderly woman’s hand. Then it shifts to where Jody is attacked from behind with his head cut off, and we see green like matter on the floor where his head is at. The unseen force who chopped his head off was saying something odd.]
Gogogod: ?ssendam htaam ik ik …od ab ahc hctaM ...!ha…ssssendam…M...?ss3ndM hctM U erA ...?ssendaM hctaM uoy erA
[Then we see Jody’s head picked up by some kid, and he handed it to someone in a factory where it turned into an eraser where his bushy hair was. Then it cuts to see an unknown entity writing down the brackets for Match Madness, before it shows an entity it revealed that it was a dream when Jody woke up after watching Eraserhead for the tenth time in his living room.]
[It was close to midnight, so he decided to make himself some tea in his kitchen, after he was done making his tea. He decided to pull out his tripod camera, and decide to air out his thoughts in his living room with the TV off.]
Jody: Man, it’s been awhile i’ve watched Earasherhead, so cold but yeah such a deeply odd story about life itself. Yes that movie might be dated as hell, but it’s not that bad as it can be related today itself. This world can be so cruel and cold, that all you can think about is erasing the past mistakes you have encountered and continue to write your story.
Besides the bizarre scenes, it shows a man jaded with figuring out if he’s really able to take on responsibility or just cower in fear and let the world pass him by. Well, I consider myself a person to take on whatever is in front of me. I don’t know why, but I feel like ever since I had this belt it's taken me to a place where I thought it wasn’t a reality.
But besides all that, I have to cut those bandages of a fetus that I don’t want to deal with. That deformed fetus is Doc Holiday, even though he isn’t the one wearing the bandages, I will still assume that I need to cut it up and kill it where it lays. Everyone knows me and him had history since 2023 over the TV title scene, we were neck and neck. It even lead to me turning on him due to his ways. He’s like that cancer that refuses to stay dormant, and I need to cut him out of me one way or another.
[Jody then blows on his mug where his tea is on, and he takes a sip of it. Then he shakes it head with how it tasted and he continues to speak on the camera.]
Jody: Doc, I know you aren’t listening to this shit in your mansion. So, what I might as will not shock you at all since we've been attached to the hip so to speak, and to be frank I know you don’t like me and vice versa with my own stance with you. While yes, you hit the big one with the US title, but lets keep a buck. Do you think that luck will run out on your side?
Do you think you will reach beyond US title scene into the World title scene?
Do you think that we will ever stop fighting one another?
..or even a better question is, will Niobe ever get that one up on you like a Super Mario Bros glitch with infinite lives with a roll up shell?
Actually don’t mind that last question, just a brain fart I had. But look at the other two questions and reel it in man. Do you think you can reach that so-called AW Glass ceiling? Or be like the rest who bitch and moan about not being tha top dawg and wanting to quit AW over things beyond one's control?
If it sounds like a shoot, then well it is. So Doc, are you really a man or a false persona of a man who will crumble over things beyond one’s control? That's the question I will answer when we lock up on Monday over the shot of semi finals of the Match Madness thing. These people will learn what it means to be a geto boy wit an attitude, and they will witness a murda on the first degree on that stage.
It’s a shame that they didn’t want us to gamble for a shot at one another’s belt. It could have moved the needle in views, but I get it. I don’t want to be liable when I beat the shit out of a second in line champion that you are, and look I know i’m below the title hierarchy as well so yeah fuck it, you and anyone else can use that against me. Like an Old head told me that belts don’t make a man, then man makes the belt poppin…
…and you and I are poppin up like zits that need to clear up with all that puss scarring up our faces, and oh it might be bad to do that, but it feels so good to do so. You Doc, will be one I will be poppin off the tournament with your blood on my hands. Or if not, then hey I guess you will be the one to pop me out of the tournament.
Either way, someone’s got to move on to become a duo champion for the 2024s and beyond, so may the better champion come out on top of this match on Monday.
[From there we see him finishing his midnight tea, and him turning off his tripod camera. Then he ended up rewatching Eraserhead for the 11th time as it fades into the AW logo.]