Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2020 1:44:06 GMT -5
"Remember," he tells himself during makeup, "it's for the school. For the arts!"
People clear from his casting chair where the uncommonly pale appearance of Simard comes into view. His expression relaxes then contorts into a demon.
"Listen up Action Wrestling. There's only room on the stage for one lead role. That goes to Simard! Conqueror of Quebec! And the only one destined to take over this cruiserweight division!"
"This week shall be the first act in the rising career no one ever saw coming. Critics behind their laptops and basement command centers will tell you that me missing the Havoc rumble was a mistake. Wrong! I got to watch the entire roster. I know their tricks! And now, I'm here to dominate!"
"Ace Sky shall share the borders of my cloak, but he shall never see the tragic power of Macbeth! He's not even entitled to Macduff. He's a Horatio at best! You'll know him best dead, discarded and a feeble memory of psychotic distortion. Also, for all you idiotic Americans watching - you should rail at the face my soliloquy mixed two great shows as I did. But yo didn't know that, did you!"
He paces for a long, bated breath.
"I'm surrounded by amateurs. Brutes with no talent... and then I see Nika Kosov. Now that's more like it. Ballerina steps and the strength to hold onto the Roman rings. She showed well in that rumble, but in the end, it will be here undoing too - for now I have recorded and noted everything in her arsenal!"
"Simard is not just your run on the mill lumberjack. Oh contraire! He's just about to get started with a mutual brain bashing here on the Crusier Clash. The only part of the hour you need to see! Ah ha! I can already feel the power surging through my veins! Ha ha ha!"
"Nika! Ace! No one has an answer for me! Bring your uncouth un-discoveries! There will be no revel in this world like the hard fist of Simard!"
He walks out of frame where a small group of thespians await his sweating endorsement.
"All right. That may not be enough to win the world, but soon, my friends, this Simard character will be on the tips of everyone's tongues. They might hate me... and you will all feel hatred as well. We are one being by extension. But if this great con is to pay off... I need everyone to pull 2nd and third shifts. Everything I do will boil down to paychecks and appearances. Larger rosters means less chances to shine. So we will have to make this Simard character so likable they'll have no choice but book him every week! And if we can sidestep their questions long enough. Our hardships will soon be a thing of the past. Remember everyone, we're not in this for the money... every cent of this furtive enterprise goes to the theater. Every appearances buys our home another month, more costumes and yes, better drama from contemporary playwrights! Now let's take that brass ring - for the ARTS!"
They all join in a celebratory round of Cabernet Sauvignon. Their toast: "Tabarknak!" in anticipation of what this new villainous sprite will do to the balance of the young yet prosperous Cruiser Clash show.
People clear from his casting chair where the uncommonly pale appearance of Simard comes into view. His expression relaxes then contorts into a demon.
"Listen up Action Wrestling. There's only room on the stage for one lead role. That goes to Simard! Conqueror of Quebec! And the only one destined to take over this cruiserweight division!"
"This week shall be the first act in the rising career no one ever saw coming. Critics behind their laptops and basement command centers will tell you that me missing the Havoc rumble was a mistake. Wrong! I got to watch the entire roster. I know their tricks! And now, I'm here to dominate!"
"Ace Sky shall share the borders of my cloak, but he shall never see the tragic power of Macbeth! He's not even entitled to Macduff. He's a Horatio at best! You'll know him best dead, discarded and a feeble memory of psychotic distortion. Also, for all you idiotic Americans watching - you should rail at the face my soliloquy mixed two great shows as I did. But yo didn't know that, did you!"
He paces for a long, bated breath.
"I'm surrounded by amateurs. Brutes with no talent... and then I see Nika Kosov. Now that's more like it. Ballerina steps and the strength to hold onto the Roman rings. She showed well in that rumble, but in the end, it will be here undoing too - for now I have recorded and noted everything in her arsenal!"
"Simard is not just your run on the mill lumberjack. Oh contraire! He's just about to get started with a mutual brain bashing here on the Crusier Clash. The only part of the hour you need to see! Ah ha! I can already feel the power surging through my veins! Ha ha ha!"
"Nika! Ace! No one has an answer for me! Bring your uncouth un-discoveries! There will be no revel in this world like the hard fist of Simard!"
He walks out of frame where a small group of thespians await his sweating endorsement.
"All right. That may not be enough to win the world, but soon, my friends, this Simard character will be on the tips of everyone's tongues. They might hate me... and you will all feel hatred as well. We are one being by extension. But if this great con is to pay off... I need everyone to pull 2nd and third shifts. Everything I do will boil down to paychecks and appearances. Larger rosters means less chances to shine. So we will have to make this Simard character so likable they'll have no choice but book him every week! And if we can sidestep their questions long enough. Our hardships will soon be a thing of the past. Remember everyone, we're not in this for the money... every cent of this furtive enterprise goes to the theater. Every appearances buys our home another month, more costumes and yes, better drama from contemporary playwrights! Now let's take that brass ring - for the ARTS!"
They all join in a celebratory round of Cabernet Sauvignon. Their toast: "Tabarknak!" in anticipation of what this new villainous sprite will do to the balance of the young yet prosperous Cruiser Clash show.