Post by The Green on Apr 14, 2024 11:24:43 GMT -5
People mill about a pleasant park, surrounded by buildings. A few order from various food trucks surrounding the park. Kids run about, yelling and having fun. Notably, most people are carrying or adorned with cardboard glasses.
The Green stares down on the festive gong-ons below him from a nearby rooftop. He wears his newly acquired Omega Championship around his waist.
I’m not one to make false promises. When I lay claim, I follow through. And when I said that Jody Madrox didn’t deserve to be champion, I did not lie. Having relieved Jody of his ill-gotten duty, I am now the arbiter of Action’s future. What better omen for my coronation… then the celestial bodies themselves coming into alignment.
The moon’s shadow starts to partially cover the sun. Below, anticipation grows. The Green chuckles to himself
Even in this modern, demystified hellscape, humans are still overcome with awe by the blotting out of the sun. Scientists may be able to explain it, but they cannot convey its sheer majesty. Finally, something immune to their charms. Some of the more modern mystics might claim that the solar eclipse holds the potential for new beginnings, to better oneself. But I know better. In the ancient traditions, the eclipse is nothing less than a terrible omen. The sun, the great provider, the royal leader of so many pantheons, is completely consumed by darkness. And with it, civilization’s hope is shaken.
Many ancient civilizations built apocalypse myths around this planetary alignment. How fitting then, that come next week, the end times will come for three supposed challengers.
The best in the universe? That’s truly what you believe, isn’t it Jay? I’ve seen many egocentric young hotheads in my day. It’s much rarer to find a veteran with such a high opinion of themselves. In my experience, there are two possibilities for you. Option one, you are in fact the real deal. Quite unlikely, but perhaps you’ll surprise me, and everyone here in Action who’s sure to doubt you. Or, there’s the much more possible option two. You were the big fish in a small pond. You’ve toiled away for 15+ years in some redneck backwater, where you let your dominance over every traveling huckster and one bit somebody inflate your ego. A small piece of advice: there’s always a bigger fish. No matter what you are, I know one thing for sure; you are not the future that this Omega Championship deserves. On Monday, I will be your reality check.
Next, Niobe. You have plenty of history here in Action. You toiled away for a solid year to finally get a chance to hold championship gold. And you got it. You got the TV championship, everything was looking great, your mother was finally proud of you… and then Addy A, the one person you couldn’t beat, came and took it away from you. It’s enough to make you think… Do you really have it in you to keep doing this? Are you willing to sacrifice yourself endlessly for the most minimum of gains? I’m sure your mother will only be a little disappointed that her daughter is a flash in the pan Television Champ who gave up at the first sign of adversity.
You must get up. You must prove them wrong. If you don’t, then you deserve your fate in my long, bloody path. But, even if you do rise up, even if you do fight, I must put you down. You are not yet ready to be the future. Whether I face a broken woman or a rising phoenix next week, I must cull your weakness, so you can come back even stronger.
That very idea is a foreign concept to my final foe next Monday. The pure embodiment of destruction. The sick and twisted creature who takes great pleasure in laying waste to whatever is put in front of him. Where I am here to be Action’s groundskeeper, pruning the dead leaves from the bushes and encouraging growth, Sicko would much rather take a flamethrower to the whole garden. There have been rare times when I have had to abandon my post as challenger of heroes, and become a defender, a stalwart guardian against those who would lay waste to civilization. Now is one such time. Sicko, there are no lessons to teach you. There is only the slamming of your skull against the mat, again and again and again. My only option is to fight fire with fire, to answer total, desolate destruction with all-out war. I will destroy you, because I must destroy you. Because the era of Sicko is not a future that Action Wrestling will survive.
The shadow on the sun reaches its totality, as cheers echo from below. The Green unbuckles his Omega Championship and raises it over his head. He looks up at it, with the eclipse perfectly framed behind it.
No, the era of The Green has just arrived, and I will ensure this championship’s future. No one shall receive a modicum of grace from me. i will fight to the very end. And my fall may be inevitable, but from it, a new champion will sprout. For now, even though spring has arrived… Action shall remain in the grasp of Winter’s Bough.