Notes from Pre-Match Evaluation
Apr 13, 2020 10:02:57 GMT -5
The Papa John's Pizza Man, Corey Bull, and 4 more like this
Post by Scar on Apr 13, 2020 10:02:57 GMT -5
The following recording was taken on April 12th, 2020, as part of a pre-match screening for Battlebowl. It has been released for public record in order to offer clarity for those confused by recent events and happenings. Viewer discretion is advised.
"-uncha Camilla Gonzalez bullshit is what it is. Psych evaluation, I thought I was going in for a physical."
"I assure you, Mr. Blaze, that this is all part of the process. We need to check mental activity any time there's risk of concussion, which I would swear you almost invite lately."
"Yeah yeah...god, I hate shrinks. You know, they tried to get me in a psych office once, talk about my parents or some crap. Like yeah, I'm going to say my Mom's the reason why I beat people with barbed wire bats."
"I sense some frustration in your voice. You've been quite upset lately. Would you care to elaborate?"
"Oh no, I know how this starts. Soon you'll be pointing fingers at me telling me that I've got this disorder or that problem. I'm not crazy, I've got everything perfectly fine up here, you get it?"
"I see...and why do you think I would call you crazy?"
"Because you keep staring at the mask. Look, I like to carry it with me, I don't trust those locker rooms. We have a bunch of scummy vandals in that locker room, and the last thing I need is to see someone get their rocks off selling it on eBay."
"But it is just a mask, no? You have more?"
"That's not the point, doc. Look, let me explain it for you nice and clear. This? This is more than a piece of painted wood. This is a key to...something. I don't know what yet."
"Come again?"
"I'm telling you, when I put it on, I feel something. It's like all of my inhibitions are stripped away. Behind this smiling mask, when I have this thing on? It's like I can do anything, say anything. People aren't looking at me, anymore, they're looking at the smile. They don't see me, they see the image, the symbol. I like that freedom."
"It's not the first time you've worn a mask."
"Yeah, but that's different. When I wore that mask, it was given to me by a mentor. He told me it was the mask worn by a hero. He said, 'when you put this on, you are someone else. You are no longer Teddy Blaze, you're Teo del Sol. You must become him, you must embrace everything he is.' That's the thing about masks, doc. When I put on a mask, I just feel...different. I feel freed. Wearing that Luchador Mask, it awoke something in me, a desire I didn't realize I had. A desire to do good, to be a hero. It let me live out that part of me free of inhibition, fully realize that desire."
"But this mask, doesn't do that?"
"No...no it doesn't. When I put this on, I want to hurt people. All that anger, all that resentment, all that bitterness...it's like a shot of adrenaline directly into my veins. It quite literally kickstarts my heart."
"Like your song?"
"If you want to put it that way. But this...this is different. When I put on that Luchador mask, it made me want to do good. It made me want to be a hero, a champion. This mask...it's something different."
"Different how?"
"It..it makes me angry. It makes me want to do violent things, to tear into flesh, to gouge eyes and bash skulls. It makes me want to keep striking, keep biting and punching until I physically can't move from exhaustion. It makes me stop caring about who gets hurt in the process."
"...."
"You okay Doc? You look a bit flushed."
"Do you think it's a good thing to not care about hurting people?"
"..."
"..."
"...Heh...I know it's not a good thing. But to tell you the truth..? I'm starting to like it."
At this point the recording fades out with a sound of static, further conversation is unavailable at this time.
"-uncha Camilla Gonzalez bullshit is what it is. Psych evaluation, I thought I was going in for a physical."
"I assure you, Mr. Blaze, that this is all part of the process. We need to check mental activity any time there's risk of concussion, which I would swear you almost invite lately."
"Yeah yeah...god, I hate shrinks. You know, they tried to get me in a psych office once, talk about my parents or some crap. Like yeah, I'm going to say my Mom's the reason why I beat people with barbed wire bats."
"I sense some frustration in your voice. You've been quite upset lately. Would you care to elaborate?"
"Oh no, I know how this starts. Soon you'll be pointing fingers at me telling me that I've got this disorder or that problem. I'm not crazy, I've got everything perfectly fine up here, you get it?"
"I see...and why do you think I would call you crazy?"
"Because you keep staring at the mask. Look, I like to carry it with me, I don't trust those locker rooms. We have a bunch of scummy vandals in that locker room, and the last thing I need is to see someone get their rocks off selling it on eBay."
"But it is just a mask, no? You have more?"
"That's not the point, doc. Look, let me explain it for you nice and clear. This? This is more than a piece of painted wood. This is a key to...something. I don't know what yet."
"Come again?"
"I'm telling you, when I put it on, I feel something. It's like all of my inhibitions are stripped away. Behind this smiling mask, when I have this thing on? It's like I can do anything, say anything. People aren't looking at me, anymore, they're looking at the smile. They don't see me, they see the image, the symbol. I like that freedom."
"It's not the first time you've worn a mask."
"Yeah, but that's different. When I wore that mask, it was given to me by a mentor. He told me it was the mask worn by a hero. He said, 'when you put this on, you are someone else. You are no longer Teddy Blaze, you're Teo del Sol. You must become him, you must embrace everything he is.' That's the thing about masks, doc. When I put on a mask, I just feel...different. I feel freed. Wearing that Luchador Mask, it awoke something in me, a desire I didn't realize I had. A desire to do good, to be a hero. It let me live out that part of me free of inhibition, fully realize that desire."
"But this mask, doesn't do that?"
"No...no it doesn't. When I put this on, I want to hurt people. All that anger, all that resentment, all that bitterness...it's like a shot of adrenaline directly into my veins. It quite literally kickstarts my heart."
"Like your song?"
"If you want to put it that way. But this...this is different. When I put on that Luchador mask, it made me want to do good. It made me want to be a hero, a champion. This mask...it's something different."
"Different how?"
"It..it makes me angry. It makes me want to do violent things, to tear into flesh, to gouge eyes and bash skulls. It makes me want to keep striking, keep biting and punching until I physically can't move from exhaustion. It makes me stop caring about who gets hurt in the process."
"...."
"You okay Doc? You look a bit flushed."
"Do you think it's a good thing to not care about hurting people?"
"..."
"..."
"...Heh...I know it's not a good thing. But to tell you the truth..? I'm starting to like it."
At this point the recording fades out with a sound of static, further conversation is unavailable at this time.