Post by Der Metzger on Feb 28, 2021 17:16:41 GMT -5
฿ⱠɄ₮ ĐɆⱤ ₭ö₦ł₲Ɇ ₮ⱧɆ Ⱨ₳Ɽ₱ɆⱤ ⱤɆ₱ØⱤ₮ Let's address the elephant in the room. As you found out recently, Odin Balfore was not medically cleared for his rematch against Der Metzger at Battlefield. When we last saw the former United States Champion, he was putting down Twiztid Insane on Monday Night Clash. What reason could he have to not be medically cleared? Physically, he is as fine as a man with bionic knees can be. His neck might hurt from carrying around that giant, empty head of his… but otherwise… he should be okay to compete and seek revenge against Der Metzger. The only logical explanation is that he is not in any mental condition to lose to Der Metzger again. After a forgettable reign as champion, he had high hopes of dominating Battlebowl… but his luck ran out in round one. Left with nothing, it's likely that depression set in. It's understandable. I got into the ring one time with Der Metzger to shake the cobwebs and the guy is an inhuman freak of nature. Odin Balfore made the right choice by sitting this fight out. He's probably fearful of suffering another detrimental loss at the hands of Der Metzger. Perhaps it's time to consider retirement. Hopefully he has prepared for life after wrestling, as most don't seem to put much thought into it. Then again, did he put much thought into anything? I digress. Dr. Royce recently spent hours on a Zoom call with AW management to secure the appropriate replacement and subsequent challenger for Der Metzger. He had hoped for Dionysus or Claire Hawkins, given their unfinished business with Der Metzger. Matthias Mintzel or even Twiztid Insane would be suitable challengers. In the end… there was one person deserving of the opportunity above all others: Regan Voorhees. Let that sink in for a moment. Consider that this woman has lost nearly every match she's had in this company, aside from a recent victory against former World Champion Lissie Hope. Now she is burdened with the worst night of her life against the madman called Der Metzger. This isn't a well-deserved opportunity. This is a living wake. We will all gather to pay our respects to her walking corpse before her final journey down the ramp at Battlefield. To say that she is in over her head is an understatement. She was unable on a few occasions to overcome Void, who is also a patient at Devil's Gate. What chance does she stand against the masked monster who mangled the mighty mountain man Odin Balfore? The same chance as anyone, if I'm being honest. Der Metzger has been a colossal success in Action Wrestling because the treatment at Devil's Gate has been a success. We have cultivated a program that is years beyond what other facilities are capable of, and the proof is in the proverbial pudding. Der Metzger is United States Champion and Void will soon be Cruiserweight Champion. All we've got to do is point Twiztid Insane in the right direction, and the Television Championship is as good as his. Devil's Gate has a decades-long relationship with professional wrestling, having first entered the realm during the Reagan Decade. Dr. Royce found himself working with a self-committed patient who had experienced so much loss, having lost his wife and his younger brother within the same year. Dr. Royce was fascinated with the patient, who wore face paint for a living. Through treatment, they became friends. He became a liaison between Devil's Gate and the clearly troubled realm of professional wrestling. Without that partnership crafted decades ago, Der Metzger would not have found his way into the care of Dr. Royce. There is a strong chance he would be in a prison cell or buried six feet under. In that scenario, the recently-saddened goliath Odin Balfore would still be United States Champion, with no end to his reign in sight. Insurrectionists in Odin’s America would have dominated all levels of government and we would be under the rule of the Fourth Reich. Der Metzger’s Amerika is oozing with prosperity and hope. It is abundantly clear what needs to happen in order for things to remain in order. The young woman from Voorhees Farms must lose to The Maine Event at Battlefield. Her time in the sun will come in due time but that time is not this time so maybe next time. All we have in this realm is time and Ms. Voorhees' time is running out. ₵₳₴₮ⱠɆ ⱤØ₵₭, ₥₳ł₦Ɇ There is a direct correlation between the successes of Devil’s Gate members in Action Wrestling and the patient enlistment over the last month. The number of professional wrestlers seeking help for various ailments - both physical and mental - has increased exponentially. Today’s work would seem odd to an outsider. Dr. Royce and Pete Harper are looking through a two-way mirror into a room with only a table and chair for furnishing. Seated at the table is Todd Metzger, the reigning United States Champion. It’s important to note that this is actually Todd, the man beneath the mask. Harper looks on in awe as Metzger scribes on a yellow notebook, with the mask lying on the table. [ROYCE] “Fascinating, isn’t it? Months of treatment has lead to this moment.” [HARPER] “This is surreal, sir. This is the firs time… that I’ve seen his face. He looks so… normal.” [ROYCE] “I don’t know what you were expecting, Peter. Todd is a man, not a monster. His actions were that of his illness.” [HARPER] “Are you saying he’s cured?” [ROYCE] “There is no cure for what ails him, but his treatment has been successful… and could have a lasting effect.” [HARPER] “What does that mean for Der Metzger?” [ROYCE] “The monster called Der Metzger still exists, but for the time being… Todd has more control over his own actions. He is more aware than ever of his surroundings, and of the circumstances that brought him to the tanzen. If you thought violent, unhinged Der Metzger was a madman… you’ll be pleasantly surprised with the chaos Todd will be able to create now that he is in control.” [HARPER] “It sounds like you’ve found success with this treatment before. There is so much you haven’t told me, sir.” [ROYCE] “One of my most prolific patients was the one who got me involved in pro wrestling, as you know. He faced inner demons similar to Todd, but his self-punishment was more personal. The deaths of his younger brother and his wife within the same year took a toll on his psyche. Through his work here at Devil’s Gate, he was able to move on with his life. He became a multi-time World Champion. He even remarried and had two sons, while also adopting his new wife’s daughter.” [HARPER] “Yes, I’m aware of his story… and how Sara is connected to Devil’s Gate by way of her step-dad Will.” [ROYCE] “What you don’t know is that your cousin Nathan also worked with me.” [HARPER] “Nate was a patient here?!” [ROYCE] “No, of course not. He was more of a… recruiter… of sorts. When Will’s time in the industry started dwindling, he introduced me to your cousin. Nathan gave me contact information and helped set up meetings with potential patients… and even prospects for employment. And that’s--” [HARPER] “That’s how you found me.” [ROYCE] “Correct. When you retired from the Army, Nathan brought you to my attention. He was working with you in the ring, and knew there was something… wrong.” [HARPER] “My team was attacked, sir. I watched four of my brothers die.” [ROYCE] “Your survivor’s guilt… mixed with PTSD… made for a dangerous cocktail. That’s when he stopped your training, and sent me your resume.” [HARPER] “I always wondered why we stopped working together. I assumed it was because he was busy with Action Wrestling. So… all along… I’ve been… what… a patient?!” [ROYCE] “Yes… but also an integral part of the team here at Devil’s Gate, especially with the rehabilitation of our friend--” They turn their attention to the two-way mirror… and they are startled as the masked madman stands before them… then headbutts the mirror, shattering it into a thousand pieces. Der Metzger climbs over the sharded frame and lunges toward Dr. Royce, only to be intercepted by a swift lariat from Harper. Within moments, security bursts into the room to restrain Der Metzger. Dr. Royce catches his breath, then looks to Harper, who has a look in his eyes that Royce hasn’t seen since… ₮ⱧɆ Ⱨ₳Ɽ₱ɆⱤ ⱤɆ₱ØⱤ₮ The man you now know as United States Champion Der Metzger on a tour in France. The year was 2019. He had already wrestled eleven matches in six days, and on the seventh they were given a break before resuming the tour. He and a few friends hopping on a ferry and traveled to an island not far from the coast called Jersey. There was an ongoing Fête du Cochon that their promoter was unable to secure an event for, so the group took it upon themselves to get hammered and trash the festival. While narrowly evading arrest at a local pub, the group separated. Todd Metzger found shelter in a local coffee shop, where he instantly locked eyes with a beautiful woman seated at a table. Without invitation, he sat down across from her and saw that she was reading Madeleine Albright: Stateswoman. Without any knowledge of the material - and in broken French - he attempted to strike up a conversation about the book. She placed the book on the table and shushed him, then took a sip of her latte. She told him they were starting over, and introduced herself as Belle. Over the next few hours, Todd sobered up and fell even deeper in love with Belle as he sipped on a latte of his own. They talked up until closing time, and then took a walk together along the boardwalk. He told her of his upbringing, and how he was just visiting Jersey while on tour. They had so much in common, always feeling like they didn’t belong. Neither had anyone who would truly miss them if they were gone. They stopped underneath the stars, holding hands and gazing lovingly into each other’s eyes… when the unexpected happened. A needle was put into his neck and a black hood was put over his head. When he came to, it was several hours later and he was tied to a chair. The hood was removed and standing before him was Belle, with a sadistic smile on her face. Standing on either side of her were two burly men, one holding a hook and the other holding a clever. Those tools were just for fear factor, as the real instruments of destruction were on a metal cart to the side of them. Belle apologized for the charades and admitted she did feel something for Todd, but she was there to conduct business and nothing could stand in the way of her work. Todd had nobody who would miss him, which made him a prime candidate for harvesting. Like a movie villain, she described her plan in great detail to him as the work space was set up. Individual coolers were brought in and set on a table nearby. The two men then held him still as Belle said her final goodbyes, and then injected a sleeping agent into his neck. They had their first and final kiss as he slowly drifted to sleep. When he awoke, he was standing and no longer restrained. He looked around to see the two burly men hanging from meathooks, swaying slowly into one another. He looked at his hands, covered in blood, which drew his attention to the floor. He was standing amongst discarded parts, as the blood-stained coolers appeared to have the appropriate parts in them. The true surprise came when he looked at the metal tray and saw Belle’s decapitated head. Next to it was a note, written in his own hand writing that read, “Lass mich rein.” The woman he briefly believed to be his soulmate was Belle Boucher. She was Todd Metzger’s final victim before he came under the care of Devil’s Gate… and he had no recollection of it until today, when he was lucid and writing his memoirs on a yellow notebook. She was the one who finally allowed the darkness to consume him. She was the true monster who made the butcher. ₮Ɽ₳₦₴Ⱡ₳₮ɆĐ ₣ⱤØ₥ ĐɆɄ₮₴₵ⱧɆ WE. ARE. NOT. THE. SAME. I am the unnatural disaster who derailed the historic Odin Express. You are the tiny human who lost to Void for what seems like seventeen consecutive weeks. I am The Maine Event Champion... and you are the Make-a-Wish Contender. I am all that is and ever will be… while you are all that isn't and never will be. Now that our differences are crystal clear, let's discuss our similarities for a moment. We were both afforded opportunities based on our relationships. Yours comes from generations of taking advantage of people. Mine comes from the insatiable need for Dr. Royce to integrate misfit toys into society. At times, it seems like we are placed in situations beyond our stations. You with Lissie… me with Odin. Against all rhyme or reason… we both prevailed against former World Champions. My triumph sent Odin down a dark dive into despair. Your triumph sent Lissie spiraling into a match against her superfan. The stronger of the two victories is obvious here… but you will see things through an odd lense as usual. In no way will I try to match wits with you, Dearest Duchess. It is not lost on me that your level of education far exceeds my own. When I started on the journey that brought me here, I was only fourteen years old… and school plummeted on my list of priorities. It would be a waste of time to throw out analogies about gods or art or whathaveyou… because you'll squash me on that front. Instead… I will stick with what I'm far superior at: this brutal craft that we share in common. While I have spent most of my life clawing to get here… you stumbled into it and used your inherited privilege to get here. A handful of failed matches in… and suddenly you've found yourself at the door to my slaughterhouse. That's nothing to celebrate but rather to mourn. Despite your elevated level of intelligence… you failed to recognize the danger that the suits have put your career in. Think about what brought you to this dance: a string of losses against Void, a fellow patient here at Devil's Gate. Does it not seem like this is another step in breaking you into this vile sport of ours? You're only a naive puppy and I am best in show. The Mike Vick of Action Wrestling knew exactly what he was doing by setting this fight up. The inevitable conclusion is that one of us will be euthanized. That one will undoubtedly be you, Slaughterella. You will not pass go. You will not collect my championship. You will go back to CruiserClash to continue your misfortune against Void. He will soon be Cruiserweight Champion, which is another accolade you're not ready for. Soon it'll sink in that your victory over Lissie Hope was an unfortunate accident. You need to accept that your loss at Battlefield is the way. After the horrendous and treasonous actions of half of America over the last several months, my reign as United States Champion must rage on to restore honor and prestige to this nation that was robbed off it's one true king last year. As the last living descendant of Abraham Lincoln, I take it upon myself to carry the legacy of this nation on my shoulders and around my waist with this championship. I have blood of the kings coursing through my veins. I solemnly swear to do everything in my power to Make Amerika Great Again. Once you’re no longer a pebble in my path, I can move on the the hardened rocks on the main roster. From Claire Hawkins to Dionysus to Twiztid Insane. There are so many dream matches that will put butts in seats, which is something you won’t be known for when your time is up. If all goes according to plan… then our encounter at Battlefield will be the last time you’re able to walk, let alone pretend to be a professional wrestler. You’re an imposter, Regan… and not at all a threat to me. There was only one woman who ever got close to defeating me. And I cut off her fucking head. ₵₳₴₮ⱠɆ ⱤØ₵₭, ₥₳ł₦Ɇ Dr. Royce is seated at his desk, looking over a binder of potential candidates for an experimental and possibly immoral treatment. Four of them are members of the Action Wrestling roster, so their lives receive more publicity than the rest in the binder. A knock on the door interrupts his concentration. [ROYCE] “Come in.” His receptionist Marty Johnston opens the door. [JOHNSTON] “Sir, Ms. Pettis is here to see you.” [ROYCE] “Her appointment isn’t for another--” Sara shoves past Johnston and approaches the desk, as Dr. Royce closes the binder. [ROYCE] “Sara, how can I be of--” [PETTIS] “Cut the crap, doc! Get him out of my head!” |