Post by Flop on Mar 17, 2021 17:07:13 GMT -5
"Do you remember Flop's chair?"
[We find Flop sitting in a broken-down chair; torn, tattered, worn, and without cushions. He is unshaven, spoken an unkempt beard, he has not bothered to style his hair, his raggedy clothes present him as homeless.]
"Minka, people remember. The masses, the hordes, the unwashed, they all remember Flop's chair, it's an icon of the industry, as images the burns through time as strong as Lady Liberty herself, or the crumbling of the Berlin Wall. That is my place in time, in Action Wrestling. The chair has always been the centre of my house. Do you know what? They all remember my house too. The crumbling mansion lording its unrestrained power of the barren landscape underneath its foot."
[Flops leans forward, a sickly, sweet, child-like smile crosses his face.]
"Only the house has changed."
[He takes a more relaxed position in his chair.]
"Not the position of strength."
"CruiserClash is my house now, not only is it my house, it is the house that I built Minka. It is the house that I have fortified, and it is the house that I will not allow to fall."
"It is mine."
"I have allowed tenants, Minka and I will always the serfs to work the land of my kingdom, so we continue to have bountiful crops, but attempt to believe you are more than that..."
[Flops growls.]
"Do I need to say more, Minka... Tell me, do I?"
[Flop shrugs.]
"Since someone of your 'do-gooder' nature may not understand, or may what to do right, I just want to think about this list of names and really think about do want to make me a mark or do you want to be marked."
"Derrick Vayden."
"Quixote Della Torre."
"J.C. Keeton."
"Graham Baker."
"Victor Henry Stevens."
"Donald Deruty."
[Flops pauses for effect.]
"Norb Smalley."
"All have dared to dance in the dark with my red right hand, ask yourself where are they are. Ask yourself do you want to go down their path or do you want to follow Robert Frost down the road less traveled by - that, my Dear Minka - is a choice you have of your volition, to work underfoot like a good little servant, like Andre Jenson or Teo Blaze - or follow those before into the black hole of pointless, just because you think you are more than me. I will allow you to stay, don't think that I won't - I will even throw you treasures occasionally, to thank you for your service. I may even allow you to sit upon my throne. Just as I allow Spayde."
"I like to examine the scenery across my kingdom of CruiserClash, I don't need to sit on an uncomfortable gilded throne, allowing the dirty serfs to kiss my feet. No, I walk my paths, tend to my fields, heal the sick back to health with my hands. There is nothing I will not do for those that respect my aura, by some token, there is no punishment that I am afraid to unleash on those that fail to recognize the glory of my golden hand when I touch them."
"As I said the choice is yours."
[Flop gets up out of his chair, walking to the window, he casts his gaze over the barren land that extends to the horizon and all-around his house.]
"Make the wrong choice and the repercussions are something I shan't describe in detail for fear of offending the children, for fear of scaring their mothers, for fear of stopping the hearts of frail old men. No, Minka - I am not afraid. I am afraid for them. I'm afraid for you. I'm afraid that in all grandiose beating of chest about the difference of right and wrong, wrong and right, you will make the wrong choices and rob yourself of a bountiful live, living and thriving in the Kingdom of Flop - CruiserClash. You can be something more than special. I am just not sure you can see what you are."
"You are a Starr, Minka and you can be a Star. A guiding light, you could even sit on the gilded throne."
"But will they remember you?"
"Only WHEN I let them."
[We find Flop sitting in a broken-down chair; torn, tattered, worn, and without cushions. He is unshaven, spoken an unkempt beard, he has not bothered to style his hair, his raggedy clothes present him as homeless.]
"Minka, people remember. The masses, the hordes, the unwashed, they all remember Flop's chair, it's an icon of the industry, as images the burns through time as strong as Lady Liberty herself, or the crumbling of the Berlin Wall. That is my place in time, in Action Wrestling. The chair has always been the centre of my house. Do you know what? They all remember my house too. The crumbling mansion lording its unrestrained power of the barren landscape underneath its foot."
[Flops leans forward, a sickly, sweet, child-like smile crosses his face.]
"Only the house has changed."
[He takes a more relaxed position in his chair.]
"Not the position of strength."
"CruiserClash is my house now, not only is it my house, it is the house that I built Minka. It is the house that I have fortified, and it is the house that I will not allow to fall."
"It is mine."
"I have allowed tenants, Minka and I will always the serfs to work the land of my kingdom, so we continue to have bountiful crops, but attempt to believe you are more than that..."
[Flops growls.]
"Do I need to say more, Minka... Tell me, do I?"
[Flop shrugs.]
"Since someone of your 'do-gooder' nature may not understand, or may what to do right, I just want to think about this list of names and really think about do want to make me a mark or do you want to be marked."
"Derrick Vayden."
"Quixote Della Torre."
"J.C. Keeton."
"Graham Baker."
"Victor Henry Stevens."
"Donald Deruty."
[Flops pauses for effect.]
"Norb Smalley."
"All have dared to dance in the dark with my red right hand, ask yourself where are they are. Ask yourself do you want to go down their path or do you want to follow Robert Frost down the road less traveled by - that, my Dear Minka - is a choice you have of your volition, to work underfoot like a good little servant, like Andre Jenson or Teo Blaze - or follow those before into the black hole of pointless, just because you think you are more than me. I will allow you to stay, don't think that I won't - I will even throw you treasures occasionally, to thank you for your service. I may even allow you to sit upon my throne. Just as I allow Spayde."
"I like to examine the scenery across my kingdom of CruiserClash, I don't need to sit on an uncomfortable gilded throne, allowing the dirty serfs to kiss my feet. No, I walk my paths, tend to my fields, heal the sick back to health with my hands. There is nothing I will not do for those that respect my aura, by some token, there is no punishment that I am afraid to unleash on those that fail to recognize the glory of my golden hand when I touch them."
"As I said the choice is yours."
[Flop gets up out of his chair, walking to the window, he casts his gaze over the barren land that extends to the horizon and all-around his house.]
"Make the wrong choice and the repercussions are something I shan't describe in detail for fear of offending the children, for fear of scaring their mothers, for fear of stopping the hearts of frail old men. No, Minka - I am not afraid. I am afraid for them. I'm afraid for you. I'm afraid that in all grandiose beating of chest about the difference of right and wrong, wrong and right, you will make the wrong choices and rob yourself of a bountiful live, living and thriving in the Kingdom of Flop - CruiserClash. You can be something more than special. I am just not sure you can see what you are."
"You are a Starr, Minka and you can be a Star. A guiding light, you could even sit on the gilded throne."
"But will they remember you?"
"Only WHEN I let them."