Post by Carnivore on Feb 23, 2020 22:00:32 GMT -5
Carnivore wears a light blue, white, and navy sideways striped shirt along with his yellow Smiley mask. He sits next to Raging on the floor. Raging Dead gives his daughter, Stephanie, Spider-Man and Thanos action figures. Carnivore gives Stephanie...Carnivore, The Resurrected One, Daniel Dream, Donald Dream, and Mr Katz action figures. Raging’s head turns to Carnivore.
"You really bought my daughter a bunch of your merch?"
"Yeah, she needs a more realistic and powerful role model than Spider-Man. Being a wrestler that can knock opponents out and sell merch is power."
"I'm going to be the uncle that teaches with great power comes great responsibility. I have a responsibility for my family. Sometimes I feel like giving up on being a wrestler, I want to be the star of Action Wrestling and that’s not happening, I'm tired."
"You never, never, never give up. If you are tired, I'll make you coffee."
The scene cuts to Carnivore and Raging in the studio for their radio shows. Raging is holding a Smiley mug, full with hot coffee.
"Hello, The Cult of Carnivore. This is The Smileyface Killer, Carnivore here with The Whiteface Thiller, Raging Dead."
"We'll be spinning the records until three AM. Call in your requests---Is this Raw Beef or Hearing Voices?
"Hearing Voices is the show we take questions and requests from callers, Raw Beef is where we talk to each other. This is Raw Beef.
"My bad. I've been awake for like three days. There's something in this coffee, man. I just can't put it down."
"That's ridiculous."
Carnivore leans over and with his left hand, slaps Raging's hand as hard as he can, but the mug of coffee in Raging’s hand does not drop, it stays stuck to Raging's hand like that cafeteria scene in Spider-Man. The shock is seen even behind Carnivore’s mask. Carnivore dramatically turns from Raging to the camera by swivelling in his chair
"MOVING ON, this week we face The Cool Kids in a tag team match. The last issue we had with The Cool Kids is when they won the Tag Team Battle Royal."
"Ah yeah. I've been replaying that in my head lately.”
“Me too.”
"After Vayden eliminated me with a cheap shot… you were left alone to be assaulted by both Cool Kids. Against the odds… you managed to eliminate Geri before Vayden pulled a victory out of his ass. You came so close to winning that match for us.
“Yeah, in the past I spoke about how that bummed me out.
”As usual… Vayden slithered in like the snake he is and stole that moment from you.”
“If Vayden wants to slither like a snake, I just have to bring a lawnmower.”
“This week is our opportunity to restore balance. We are going into this with clearer heads… and an understanding of their devious tricks."
"Perfectly balanced as all things should be. Are you sure your head is clear? Recently I’ve noticed you have a defeatist attitude. I gotta tell you, get a clear head or get out of my way.”
"My head at the moment is clear. Monday might be a different story. Sometimes when I see Vayden… my head gets rattled and a darkness clouds my judgement. My first two matches with him went perfectly. I came into Action Wrestling to dominate the Cruiserweight division… and there was the longest reigning champion Derrick Vayden. I beat him so bad… twice… that he decided to leave the Cruiserweight division. Little did he know that I had outgrown that division… and it was also time for me to move along. Fate brought us both to the tag team division… and I'm honestly surprised that it took so long for The MadClan and Cool Kids to officially meet up… with no other teams involved. No matter what path our teams took… I knew they were destined to cross."
"Yep but don’t live in the past just because you beat Derrick Vayden. In the past Geri called us bullies, I’m not going to live in that because I don’t know. I don't know if we're bullies, villains, good guys, heroes. I do know we're family, so let's win as a family."
"Ahhhh. Geri really was a lost soul before she and Derrick found each other. She never truly found her footing in Action Wrestling. Then… Cool Kids happened. IllumiGnarly happened. Suddenly both Derrick and Geri mattered… because they stood with Wesley, [REDACTED] and Estrella. Now that Geri and Derrick are conjoined… they are all the rage."
"Please don't say conjoined because then I think of twins and then I think of The Adler Twins which makes me angry. Actually, after Hearing Voices...keep saying it on the drive to the Moda Center so I'll be angry enough to knock The Cool Kids out when we arrive in my favorite city."
Raging seems not to be paying attention to Carnivore
"Everyone wants to be like them. Everyone wants to buy their merch. What about us? What about The MadClan?"
“I won’t even look at fans who aren’t buying our merch. The Cult of Carnivore, boomers, and little fucking brats alike should BUY MY GODDAMN MERCH!”
“We are as entertaining as they are."
"Yeah and the number back it up, anyone talking shit about our ratings is an…IDIOT!"
Carnivore nods.
“We just don't take shortcuts to win. We go into each match with honor and integrity.”
Carnivore continues nodding.
“So… I suppose NOT everyone wants to be like the Cool Kids. If they are considered fitting in… then I will happily stay on the Island of Misfit Toys."
“That's what I feel, like Action Wrestling put us on an island by ourselves with a big number two sign and they only ferry us to the main island to put on a good match once every week. In the past I said the tag division would be the house that The MadClan built but it’s not even a real house, it’s a dollhouse. The MadClan was hyped up but then a new set of toys came out. "IllumiGnarly" or "The Cool Kids" or whatever label they put on the box. But [REDACTED] was dropped as soon as the toy stopped being fun, stopped giving The IllumiGnarly wins, and that SICKENS me! The Raging that I KNOW won't drop me. The Raging that I KNOW will never give up, no matter how many matches we might lose. Maybe just like IllumiGnarly broke up after they lost to us, the toys in The Cool Kids will be broken up by me. Maybe I’m going to be Sid from Toy Story to all the toy tag teams of this dollhouse tag team division.
Carnivore shrugs weakly.
“I don’t know and I honestly don’t care about The Cool Kids. Sooner or later playtime will be over for them. I care about you, Raging.
Raging finally looks at Carnivore, they finally see each other.
“I hope you aren't going to join The Cool Kids. My Spider-senses aren't ringing so I don't think you're in danger of that but...Raging, you are trying to fit inside Action Wrestling's box. You are trying to fit a square peg in a round hole. We don't fit inside Action Wrestling's box. Our minds, we think outside of the box. If that's ok with you, and that's ok with me, then as beautifully as I can put it...fuck the box. The Cool Kids want to fit inside a box? We'll put them inside a wooden box. It's fitting that The Cool Kids recently talked at a funeral because it's time to put the nails in their coffin. Geri is worried I’m going to start unloading but whether it’s a microphone or an AR15, ever since I had my eyes on The Cool Kids...I finally had something to shoot at. I’m mad, I’m hair-triggered. You’re a loose cannon, I just need to direct your frustration at the target. I said I don't know if we're villains or heroes but now I know what we are. We are heroes. I guess I’m not going to be exactly like Sid. Because….”
Carnivore taps on his mask three times with his right hand.
“This awful yellow mask that I wear isn't to hide tears. This awful yellow mask that I wear is to me what a shield is to Captain America, it protects me from everything. I don't care if we are said to be bullies or not family, my mask protects me from that. When I wear this mask I know I'm a hero as mad as you are which makes me family. And when I snap victory becomes…..Inevitable."
Carnivore snaps his right hand at the last word. The scene instead of fading to black turns to dust.
HEARING VOICES #2
The scene starts where Raw Beef ended.
"Hello, The Cult of Carnivore. This is The Smileyface Killer, Carnivore here with The Whiteface Thiller, Raging Dead. Let’s go to the first caller”
“Mic check. One, two, um twelve?”
Raging’s mic seems to stop working, he taps on it a bit.
Caller One: "Hello, my name is Seven. How does it feel to steal a dead man's identity?"
"Can we lay to rest the idiotic rumor that The MadClan stole Madman's identity after he died when he was literally alive and the manager of the team when the team started? Like it's all on tape. Fuck. Let the man rest in peace."
Caller One: "How does it feel to have Madwoman abandon you?"
Carnivore sighs.
"I know Madwoman broke when the fans put the weight of the world on her shoulders but...Raging and I are supposed to be the soldiers that never blow our composure. We’re family and we will never, never, never give up on each other.”
The caller seems to growl.
Caller One: "Why do you joke about how fucked up the world is?! Look at how fucked up the world is today and you fill the world’s youth full of trash, do you feel any shame?! You should go to Hell! Why do you wear that awful fucking mask?!”
“I never knew…I never knew…”
“Mic check one, two."
"I never knew…I would affect these kids, these uncool kids. We live in a society. We live in a society that teaches with great power comes great responsibility. Yet the people in power seem to act like they don’t have responsibility, they're the ones really fucking the world. I’m just joking about how the fucked up world because I refuse to be distressed by it, the people in power seem to refuse to be distressed by it but you don’t seem to have a problem with them. I'm Kryptonite to a hypocrite. The set of toys known as The Cool Kids and their fans shouldn’t be throwing stones from their dollhouse. The Cool Kids are worried that I will start unloading how I feel, using all my ammo. I have a lot of ammo because I’ve suffered and I refuse to suffer anymore. The Cool Kids look at me like I'm mad, shooting off blank stares. Maybe I’m mad. Maybe my ideology is childish but I never had a mother raise me and I don't know what father-son talks are like I’ve been through struggle with my mental health and strife. I’ve died and come back to life. I’ve been in all sorts of trouble. Maybe that’s why I relate to all the uncool kids and they relate to me. This is for the kid's amusement, the kids! I’m a little fucked up, the uncool kids are fucked up, the cool kids are a little fucked up. Haha. I guess there's a Carni in all of us. Be true to who you are. Some people ask why in the world would I smile. I'm saying to stop looking for a reason in the world, it's not there! You can only joke about the fucked up world, be cool with yourself, and wear a smile. That’s what my mask is the epitome of. If one of my fans shoots at the cool kids or people in power, fuck, I just said it but I don’t know if they are going to do it or not."
The caller hangs up, the scene fades to black.
"You really bought my daughter a bunch of your merch?"
"Yeah, she needs a more realistic and powerful role model than Spider-Man. Being a wrestler that can knock opponents out and sell merch is power."
"I'm going to be the uncle that teaches with great power comes great responsibility. I have a responsibility for my family. Sometimes I feel like giving up on being a wrestler, I want to be the star of Action Wrestling and that’s not happening, I'm tired."
"You never, never, never give up. If you are tired, I'll make you coffee."
The scene cuts to Carnivore and Raging in the studio for their radio shows. Raging is holding a Smiley mug, full with hot coffee.
"Hello, The Cult of Carnivore. This is The Smileyface Killer, Carnivore here with The Whiteface Thiller, Raging Dead."
"We'll be spinning the records until three AM. Call in your requests---Is this Raw Beef or Hearing Voices?
"Hearing Voices is the show we take questions and requests from callers, Raw Beef is where we talk to each other. This is Raw Beef.
"My bad. I've been awake for like three days. There's something in this coffee, man. I just can't put it down."
"That's ridiculous."
Carnivore leans over and with his left hand, slaps Raging's hand as hard as he can, but the mug of coffee in Raging’s hand does not drop, it stays stuck to Raging's hand like that cafeteria scene in Spider-Man. The shock is seen even behind Carnivore’s mask. Carnivore dramatically turns from Raging to the camera by swivelling in his chair
"MOVING ON, this week we face The Cool Kids in a tag team match. The last issue we had with The Cool Kids is when they won the Tag Team Battle Royal."
"Ah yeah. I've been replaying that in my head lately.”
“Me too.”
"After Vayden eliminated me with a cheap shot… you were left alone to be assaulted by both Cool Kids. Against the odds… you managed to eliminate Geri before Vayden pulled a victory out of his ass. You came so close to winning that match for us.
“Yeah, in the past I spoke about how that bummed me out.
”As usual… Vayden slithered in like the snake he is and stole that moment from you.”
“If Vayden wants to slither like a snake, I just have to bring a lawnmower.”
“This week is our opportunity to restore balance. We are going into this with clearer heads… and an understanding of their devious tricks."
"Perfectly balanced as all things should be. Are you sure your head is clear? Recently I’ve noticed you have a defeatist attitude. I gotta tell you, get a clear head or get out of my way.”
"My head at the moment is clear. Monday might be a different story. Sometimes when I see Vayden… my head gets rattled and a darkness clouds my judgement. My first two matches with him went perfectly. I came into Action Wrestling to dominate the Cruiserweight division… and there was the longest reigning champion Derrick Vayden. I beat him so bad… twice… that he decided to leave the Cruiserweight division. Little did he know that I had outgrown that division… and it was also time for me to move along. Fate brought us both to the tag team division… and I'm honestly surprised that it took so long for The MadClan and Cool Kids to officially meet up… with no other teams involved. No matter what path our teams took… I knew they were destined to cross."
"Yep but don’t live in the past just because you beat Derrick Vayden. In the past Geri called us bullies, I’m not going to live in that because I don’t know. I don't know if we're bullies, villains, good guys, heroes. I do know we're family, so let's win as a family."
"Ahhhh. Geri really was a lost soul before she and Derrick found each other. She never truly found her footing in Action Wrestling. Then… Cool Kids happened. IllumiGnarly happened. Suddenly both Derrick and Geri mattered… because they stood with Wesley, [REDACTED] and Estrella. Now that Geri and Derrick are conjoined… they are all the rage."
"Please don't say conjoined because then I think of twins and then I think of The Adler Twins which makes me angry. Actually, after Hearing Voices...keep saying it on the drive to the Moda Center so I'll be angry enough to knock The Cool Kids out when we arrive in my favorite city."
Raging seems not to be paying attention to Carnivore
"Everyone wants to be like them. Everyone wants to buy their merch. What about us? What about The MadClan?"
“I won’t even look at fans who aren’t buying our merch. The Cult of Carnivore, boomers, and little fucking brats alike should BUY MY GODDAMN MERCH!”
“We are as entertaining as they are."
"Yeah and the number back it up, anyone talking shit about our ratings is an…IDIOT!"
Carnivore nods.
“We just don't take shortcuts to win. We go into each match with honor and integrity.”
Carnivore continues nodding.
“So… I suppose NOT everyone wants to be like the Cool Kids. If they are considered fitting in… then I will happily stay on the Island of Misfit Toys."
“That's what I feel, like Action Wrestling put us on an island by ourselves with a big number two sign and they only ferry us to the main island to put on a good match once every week. In the past I said the tag division would be the house that The MadClan built but it’s not even a real house, it’s a dollhouse. The MadClan was hyped up but then a new set of toys came out. "IllumiGnarly" or "The Cool Kids" or whatever label they put on the box. But [REDACTED] was dropped as soon as the toy stopped being fun, stopped giving The IllumiGnarly wins, and that SICKENS me! The Raging that I KNOW won't drop me. The Raging that I KNOW will never give up, no matter how many matches we might lose. Maybe just like IllumiGnarly broke up after they lost to us, the toys in The Cool Kids will be broken up by me. Maybe I’m going to be Sid from Toy Story to all the toy tag teams of this dollhouse tag team division.
Carnivore shrugs weakly.
“I don’t know and I honestly don’t care about The Cool Kids. Sooner or later playtime will be over for them. I care about you, Raging.
Raging finally looks at Carnivore, they finally see each other.
“I hope you aren't going to join The Cool Kids. My Spider-senses aren't ringing so I don't think you're in danger of that but...Raging, you are trying to fit inside Action Wrestling's box. You are trying to fit a square peg in a round hole. We don't fit inside Action Wrestling's box. Our minds, we think outside of the box. If that's ok with you, and that's ok with me, then as beautifully as I can put it...fuck the box. The Cool Kids want to fit inside a box? We'll put them inside a wooden box. It's fitting that The Cool Kids recently talked at a funeral because it's time to put the nails in their coffin. Geri is worried I’m going to start unloading but whether it’s a microphone or an AR15, ever since I had my eyes on The Cool Kids...I finally had something to shoot at. I’m mad, I’m hair-triggered. You’re a loose cannon, I just need to direct your frustration at the target. I said I don't know if we're villains or heroes but now I know what we are. We are heroes. I guess I’m not going to be exactly like Sid. Because….”
Carnivore taps on his mask three times with his right hand.
“This awful yellow mask that I wear isn't to hide tears. This awful yellow mask that I wear is to me what a shield is to Captain America, it protects me from everything. I don't care if we are said to be bullies or not family, my mask protects me from that. When I wear this mask I know I'm a hero as mad as you are which makes me family. And when I snap victory becomes…..Inevitable."
Carnivore snaps his right hand at the last word. The scene instead of fading to black turns to dust.
HEARING VOICES #2
The scene starts where Raw Beef ended.
"Hello, The Cult of Carnivore. This is The Smileyface Killer, Carnivore here with The Whiteface Thiller, Raging Dead. Let’s go to the first caller”
“Mic check. One, two, um twelve?”
Raging’s mic seems to stop working, he taps on it a bit.
Caller One: "Hello, my name is Seven. How does it feel to steal a dead man's identity?"
"Can we lay to rest the idiotic rumor that The MadClan stole Madman's identity after he died when he was literally alive and the manager of the team when the team started? Like it's all on tape. Fuck. Let the man rest in peace."
Caller One: "How does it feel to have Madwoman abandon you?"
Carnivore sighs.
"I know Madwoman broke when the fans put the weight of the world on her shoulders but...Raging and I are supposed to be the soldiers that never blow our composure. We’re family and we will never, never, never give up on each other.”
The caller seems to growl.
Caller One: "Why do you joke about how fucked up the world is?! Look at how fucked up the world is today and you fill the world’s youth full of trash, do you feel any shame?! You should go to Hell! Why do you wear that awful fucking mask?!”
“I never knew…I never knew…”
“Mic check one, two."
"I never knew…I would affect these kids, these uncool kids. We live in a society. We live in a society that teaches with great power comes great responsibility. Yet the people in power seem to act like they don’t have responsibility, they're the ones really fucking the world. I’m just joking about how the fucked up world because I refuse to be distressed by it, the people in power seem to refuse to be distressed by it but you don’t seem to have a problem with them. I'm Kryptonite to a hypocrite. The set of toys known as The Cool Kids and their fans shouldn’t be throwing stones from their dollhouse. The Cool Kids are worried that I will start unloading how I feel, using all my ammo. I have a lot of ammo because I’ve suffered and I refuse to suffer anymore. The Cool Kids look at me like I'm mad, shooting off blank stares. Maybe I’m mad. Maybe my ideology is childish but I never had a mother raise me and I don't know what father-son talks are like I’ve been through struggle with my mental health and strife. I’ve died and come back to life. I’ve been in all sorts of trouble. Maybe that’s why I relate to all the uncool kids and they relate to me. This is for the kid's amusement, the kids! I’m a little fucked up, the uncool kids are fucked up, the cool kids are a little fucked up. Haha. I guess there's a Carni in all of us. Be true to who you are. Some people ask why in the world would I smile. I'm saying to stop looking for a reason in the world, it's not there! You can only joke about the fucked up world, be cool with yourself, and wear a smile. That’s what my mask is the epitome of. If one of my fans shoots at the cool kids or people in power, fuck, I just said it but I don’t know if they are going to do it or not."
The caller hangs up, the scene fades to black.