04-27-2015, 10:55 PM
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"I see that you just couldn't wait to get back at me, hm? Just had to hurry up and used your forked tongue to make shit up just to make yourself look like the better man."
He pauses for a moment as we look at the setting around us. We appear to be in some sort of freezer where tens if not hundreds of different kinds of meat is hooked to the ceiling to harden and keep raw for it to be served later on. Some of them seem to be stuffed into shelves and appear to be protruding out like it's going to leave a greasy, red mess on the floor and essentially make it inedible. The mummy can be seen standing in front of a gigantic leg of cow with both of his knives impaled into the thick thigh. Not a butcher can be seen nearby him, meaning that he's either locked in or nobody came to work that day.
"Well, at least you're training for the upcoming match. That gives me an excuse to attack a heavy bag of my own while proving you wrong once again."
He pulls the knives out of the huge leg and slides them down his back, stopping into a loose bandage fold at the small of his shoulder blades. He takes up a boxing stance and starts attacking the leg with some swift punches to the much thicker section of the leg. He continues to do so even while talking to his opponent who can't possibly hear him from here.
"One of the first concerns you drew is how I somehow missed how you 'won' that match, even though you pinned Nick at exactly the same time Sebastian pinned the God of Computer Graphics. You both would have won the match, which would've made it a tie. How could I possibly have missed the moment when Duke handed you your share of meat and Dylan stopped your pin because the false prince 'got lucky'? Who do you think I am? A man that doesn't know what independence is?"
The bandaged man gets more aggressive with his all out assault on the beefy leg by throwing in haymakers and kicks.
"And then you said that I brought up your group as if I had nothing else to talk about, calling it, and by extension me, boring. When I hear people call me boring, I know that they have run out of material to criticize me with. I can't be that difficult to talk about, eternal puppet. After all, I have quite a lot of history that was filmed and uploaded to this very website that you could look up at any point of time, you could use that if you're so desperate and clingy."
He pauses as he throws a hard left cross at the calf of the deceased bovine.
"And within the time you took to chastise me about mentioning your clique, you still haven't said that you've broken free of them since they all packed up and left. Are you really that dependent on their success that you can't find any of your own? It's quite tragic, because from I've heard from the men in the back, you really could have been something great if you didn't rely on anyone to be compared to. Nobody likes being compared with the more marketable members of a group, whether it be a band, an alliance, or any famous family."
Jack starts throwing in knees to the large leg while throwing in more stiff punches, bruising the meat in the process.
"And you yourself seem to like demeaning the only title you held in this entire promotion. What happened to being the last ever Heavy Metal Weight strap holder? Did that suddenly mean nothing to you when others told you so. Surrendering so easily on your beliefs won't get you much farther than where you currently are. And those jeers that I'm an idiot are usually only thrown out by those that don't want to understand where I'm coming from. Open your mind and let my words flow through them. Maybe then you'll understand why it's important for me to get you out of my way."
He pulls out one of his knives and proceeds to beat the shit out of the leg with the handle of the knife.
"You seem to like repeating how much of an idiot I am and how much I seem to depend on calling you a dependent, as you seem to repeat this for another minute or so before moving on to a completely new point entirely. You're not doing much to make me change my mind about you, lackey. Maybe your next point would be more profound to me. Highly unlikely, but I'm giving you the benefit of the doubt."
He laughs as he starts stabbing the leg repeatedly on camera, almost as if this was part of his job. He slips the knife back inside one of the wraps and continues punching the meat around for a bit.
"No matter, since you've lowered the bar on your expectations for the match against me and your accomplishments, you think that your match against me wouldn't take longer than a minute. Bold statement coming from a man with a head much larger than his brain. Are you absolutely certain that you won't need any sort of weapon to take me down? You're not the juggernaut that Kyril is and you never will be, so I'm more than comfortable saying that I am capable of heaving you on my shoulders and throwing you down. Sure, you can say that I probably can't after how I staggered with MM, but cages aren't necessarily fond on anybody, and when Kyril tossed me out of that ring and into that cage, I swear I heard something pop."
He stops punching the ham for a minute to rotate his shoulders. Sure enough, they can be heard popping loud enough for them to be picked up.
"There's the kink. It should heal before our match, I'd hope."
Back to beating up that leg he goes. When he'll stop, I'll never know.
"Sure I could keep going on about how much the tank should have killed me, but you won't like that, because you'll end up going on about how I'm repeating the same ol' shit. So I'll go ahead and mention how you believe that there are no secondary winners in any sort of matches. Had Kyril moved me out of the way before pinning me and the Master of Shirts, then your point would've been proven correct. Alas, he didn't, and now he and I are going after a strap that only he seems to be interested in holding. If you'd like to call that double victory a fluke, feel free to say so. I can pretty much write your next script for you if you need it to be done."
The mummy pulls the leg off the hook and starts to perform side, German, and vanilla suplexes on it. He continues at it until he ends up locking it in a single leg Boston crab, still looking at the camcorder while doing so.
"Styles made a comment that you ended up agreeing with? Good for you. Now why is it that whenever I say something that reflects on the truth of everyone's situation in this company, that you're all just puppets in some puppet show that has gone on for far too long, you dismiss it? Is it because of my appearance? Is it because you simply don't want to believe in the truth so you turn to the puppet master to make everything better? Simply tragic.
"And I never claimed to be a God. I never claimed to be a messiah, a leader, a messenger, or a disciple. All I am is a man on a mission, and you're halting my progress. You've barely gotten me to care about you. You've barely made the people believe in the deceit that you spew just to get the crowd to take your side. Yet you've failed. You've always been failing because you had to try and live up to all the standards that everyone was hoping you'd fulfill. It's sickening that, after failure and failure, you never come back stronger, wiser, or tougher than you were before. So tell me, are you really willing to put your well being on the line just to put me away? From the way I see it, you are, and I won't hesitate to take you down for the sake of my goal."
He lets go of the gigantic leg and pulls out both of his knives.
"You may claim that I'm no better than the men that I've had to pass through just to get to Shane, but what exactly has that gained you? Defeat at the hands of the other puppets that just want you to stitch your mouth shut and button it up. If I ended up making any assumptions about you, it's because mimicry is the sincerest form of mockery, and I'm going to show the world just how much you're going to eat those words with a side of pennies."
He impales the knives into the leg and carries it off with him in just one hand. While doing so, he picks up the camcorder and proceeds to reach over for the power button, making the scene fade to white.