Post by Void on Dec 11, 2020 0:48:51 GMT -5
In black and white, we see a dimly lit meeting room. Men in suits sit around a long rectangular table, discussing things in English and Russian, tones tense. Suddenly one man stands up, and the room goes dead silent. He reaches across the table, grabs another man, and starts strangling him. The room explodes into chaos, as men on both sides start yelling, fighting, and fleeing. Suddenly, the scene freezes, and out of the shadows… steps VOID.
Ah, yes. Conflict. The one true language. Shady dealings like this have occurred throughout our history… *gestures around the room* but they don’t mean anything until someone decides to speak with their fists. This week, I’ll have a chance to “speak” with two opposed voices, not unlike those present at this table. It’s been 20 years since the end of the Cold War, but it remains a meaningful conflict that we can learn from. So, allow me to educate you.
VOID moves over to one man, a pin of the USSR flag in his lapel, jumping off a table to strike another man.
The USSR was once a grand empire spanning 11,000 kilometers. They made great leaps in technology, and were a real global superpower. So, where’d it go wrong? Well, the folks on top became weak, and let go of the iron principles that once made the Soviets a force to be reckoned with. They became what they hated. Hell, what did the bastion of communism do? They opened a fucking McDonalds!
Kolya, you are a product of this short lived Soviet experiment. You proudly speak in your native tongue, and fight to represent Russia in the “big leagues”. And yet… you fly high in the way of the great grapplers of America. You're the very symbol of an American Dream. You fight for hope. In trying to do your country proud, you’ve become the very thing it once stood against.
Tell me, Kolya, has hope gotten you a big win in nearly two months of fighting? You’ve done a piss poor job of representing your precious Mother Russia. Everything you’ve done has been barely noticed. You’re already close, but come Monday, I will pull you into the abyss, and you will see how meaningless it all is.
VOID then moves across the room to another man, who has a pin of the US flag, laying out an opponent with a right hand.
The USA came out of the Cold War still an important global player. They’d achieved economic growth and cultural domination. Surely nothing could stop them now, and their people would continue to live in prosperity! But, it wasn’t meant to be. Their leaders failed them, gave in to greed, and started caring more about amassing power than serving citizens. America became a global laughingstock, and it’s people became pawns in the plots of the rich.
My other opponent this week is a model American, a strong, independent woman who stands for what she believes is right. And that fight has led her to take up pro wrestling. Yet, Stella, I wonder what really led you here? Sure, you may have a desire to be a role model for all your little scouts. But, you know as well as I that it was because the system failed you. For representing the values that once meant so much to your “Girl Scouts of America”, you were reprimanded and condemned. It’s… disheartening. And I see it in your eyes, Stella. You may keep fighting all your life, but it’s a battle you’ll never win, a losing effort no matter what you do. What’s the point anymore? When you step in the ring with me, I’ll put to rest your ailing soul. You will gain new purpose as an agent of the Abyss. Scout's Honor.
VOID walks to the door of the meeting room, turning back around to look over the whole scene again.
On December 14th, my actions will be a scream from the rooftops. All will be put on notice… at least those who remain. And the fallen? Will
f̶̻͓̳̈́̃̀́a̴͉̒̓d̷̞́̏́e̸̞̮̅͜͠.̵̺͖́̇.̸̳̏̍ͅ.̷̡̞̓̅
i̴̡͖̜̩͂̊͂n̴̯̞̾̍͝ͅṯ̵̙͙̉ö̴̹̣̮͍́̿.̴̳̄̈̐̊.̴̼̅.̸͈̳̄̕
n̴͖̦̘͒̃ǫ̵̨̦͉͆͒͝͠t̶̤͈̬͆̇͌̿͜h̷̳͒̂ī̴͉̯ñ̶̗̦̥̾g̴̛̝̰̯͙͑̔͠.̶̰͛.̴̲̈́̅.̴̗̙̄͒
f̶̻͓̳̈́̃̀́a̴͉̒̓d̷̞́̏́e̸̞̮̅͜͠.̵̺͖́̇.̸̳̏̍ͅ.̷̡̞̓̅
i̴̡͖̜̩͂̊͂n̴̯̞̾̍͝ͅṯ̵̙͙̉ö̴̹̣̮͍́̿.̴̳̄̈̐̊.̴̼̅.̸͈̳̄̕
n̴͖̦̘͒̃ǫ̵̨̦͉͆͒͝͠t̶̤͈̬͆̇͌̿͜h̷̳͒̂ī̴͉̯ñ̶̗̦̥̾g̴̛̝̰̯͙͑̔͠.̶̰͛.̴̲̈́̅.̴̗̙̄͒
VOID snaps his fingers, and the meeting room fades into shadow as he walks out of the room.