Trust in Destiny
Jan 13, 2020 0:01:02 GMT -5
Psycho Vulcan Sentai (Kaz), Addy A, and 2 more like this
Post by VHS on Jan 13, 2020 0:01:02 GMT -5
The union we built at Havoc was… unexpected. When we jeled like brothers and took a clean, dominant win on Clash, I was even more surprised.
I am not a man who is often surprised, but these days, SVS finds new and revolutionary ways to render me speechless.
But I’ve still got that creeping voice in the back of my head that screams doubt as a whisper. The voice tells me not to trust a man who will not allow me to look him in the eye. The voice tells me the other shoe will drop sometime sooner than later. The voice tells me to lash out and destroy Sun Vulcan before he can do the same to me.
I hear the voice. But...I do not listen.
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“Who the hell is sulking around this late?”
VHS peered through the peephole of his hotel room door, ripe with paranoid wonder at who could be marching down the hotel halls at that late hour. A man in a plain black hoodie marches by the peephole. The man’s build struck VHS as familiar.
“Is that...Is that Vulcan?”
VHS threw on a hoodie of his own and cracked his door to look out in the hall. VHS quietly shouted out.
“Vulcan! Is that you?”
The lights of the hall flickered above the man as he made his way toward the elevator. As VHS attempted to get his attention, the man moved more swiftly for the stairs at the end of the hall. VHS exited his room to pursue. While marching behind, he spoke louder.
“Vulcan! What the hell are you doing?!”
The man looked back over his shoulder just as a light flickered, obscuring his face for the last time before he disappeared into the stairwell.
“Damn it!”
VHS rushed to the stairwell, but by the time he reached the door, the man had disappeared. VHS muttered to himself.
“That had to be him… Right?”
Just before releasing the door and giving up on his mission, VHS looked up to examine the light just above the doorway. The bulb was taught and offered no obvious reason for the flickering which obscured the suspected SVS’s identity, but the fact that the lights had cut out all down the hall was undeniable. Explainable...but undeniable.
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Magic and Raab. That’s the challenge this week, huh? Listen, fellas, SVS might gush and tell you how formidable you are. That’s his thing. My thing though… Well, my thing is to tell you the truth.
The truth, Magic, is that you’re not even the best guy named Magic to compete in Action Wrestling! If you can’t eclipse the empty resume from that first god-complex having weirdo, I don’t know how you expect to amount to anything. What’s the use of your schtick anyway? You can do card tricks? What’s that supposed to do for you here? You can hide an Ace of Spades up your sleeves? Great. I can hide my Size 12 wrestling boot in your ass. You’re a gimmick. You’re a damn illusion. Fear not, SVS and I will expose you. At Clash, we’re going to pull your card.
The truth for you though, Iceman, is not too far off of that same picture. You’re no magician, but you’re tricking yourself into thinking you’ve got ice in your veins, that you can do what you need to do an opponent to be the man here in Action Wrestling. You’re the embodiment of every tough guy who’s ever seen a tragic news story and said to himself, “If I were there, things would have been different!” The truth? Your presence hasn’t changed a single thing in anything you’ve ever done. Whether or not you show up is meaningless. You’re destined to be forgotten by history and the Action Wrestling record books.
SVS and I are a team. We’re a united front…somehow. But you two? You’re just a couple of guys who have to face the team of destiny. We didn’t aim to do this thing together, but it has to be clear to EVERYONE that this was meant to be. You two aren’t the ones to disrupt destiny. Not now. Not ever.
I am not a man who is often surprised, but these days, SVS finds new and revolutionary ways to render me speechless.
But I’ve still got that creeping voice in the back of my head that screams doubt as a whisper. The voice tells me not to trust a man who will not allow me to look him in the eye. The voice tells me the other shoe will drop sometime sooner than later. The voice tells me to lash out and destroy Sun Vulcan before he can do the same to me.
I hear the voice. But...I do not listen.
____________________________________________
“Who the hell is sulking around this late?”
VHS peered through the peephole of his hotel room door, ripe with paranoid wonder at who could be marching down the hotel halls at that late hour. A man in a plain black hoodie marches by the peephole. The man’s build struck VHS as familiar.
“Is that...Is that Vulcan?”
VHS threw on a hoodie of his own and cracked his door to look out in the hall. VHS quietly shouted out.
“Vulcan! Is that you?”
The lights of the hall flickered above the man as he made his way toward the elevator. As VHS attempted to get his attention, the man moved more swiftly for the stairs at the end of the hall. VHS exited his room to pursue. While marching behind, he spoke louder.
“Vulcan! What the hell are you doing?!”
The man looked back over his shoulder just as a light flickered, obscuring his face for the last time before he disappeared into the stairwell.
“Damn it!”
VHS rushed to the stairwell, but by the time he reached the door, the man had disappeared. VHS muttered to himself.
“That had to be him… Right?”
Just before releasing the door and giving up on his mission, VHS looked up to examine the light just above the doorway. The bulb was taught and offered no obvious reason for the flickering which obscured the suspected SVS’s identity, but the fact that the lights had cut out all down the hall was undeniable. Explainable...but undeniable.
____________________________________________
Magic and Raab. That’s the challenge this week, huh? Listen, fellas, SVS might gush and tell you how formidable you are. That’s his thing. My thing though… Well, my thing is to tell you the truth.
The truth, Magic, is that you’re not even the best guy named Magic to compete in Action Wrestling! If you can’t eclipse the empty resume from that first god-complex having weirdo, I don’t know how you expect to amount to anything. What’s the use of your schtick anyway? You can do card tricks? What’s that supposed to do for you here? You can hide an Ace of Spades up your sleeves? Great. I can hide my Size 12 wrestling boot in your ass. You’re a gimmick. You’re a damn illusion. Fear not, SVS and I will expose you. At Clash, we’re going to pull your card.
The truth for you though, Iceman, is not too far off of that same picture. You’re no magician, but you’re tricking yourself into thinking you’ve got ice in your veins, that you can do what you need to do an opponent to be the man here in Action Wrestling. You’re the embodiment of every tough guy who’s ever seen a tragic news story and said to himself, “If I were there, things would have been different!” The truth? Your presence hasn’t changed a single thing in anything you’ve ever done. Whether or not you show up is meaningless. You’re destined to be forgotten by history and the Action Wrestling record books.
SVS and I are a team. We’re a united front…somehow. But you two? You’re just a couple of guys who have to face the team of destiny. We didn’t aim to do this thing together, but it has to be clear to EVERYONE that this was meant to be. You two aren’t the ones to disrupt destiny. Not now. Not ever.