| Abandonment and Loneliness; POTW, II of II | |
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| Kage | Jun 24 2016, 02:07 PM Post #1 |
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The Incomparable
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![]() The German Roman Catholic Orphan Asylum 564 Dodge Street, Buffalo, New York Friday, June 24th 9:30 AM (The scene fades in. The chill of the morning breeze cuts through the abandoned brick building like a knife through butter. It's unseasonably warm in Buffalo this June, often feeling more like Florida than upstate New York. But mornings like this are always a harsh reminder of exactly where we are. As we walk down what appears to be a large corridor we see vacant rooms to our left and right, rooms that at one time housed nearly 15,000 children during the course of the orphanage’s existence. These dank and dark rooms now only offer shelter to the rodents and insects that call them home. The orphanage itself had closed in the late 50’s, only being used here and there for different church functions, however it has sat vacant over the last two decades. We continue our journey down the long corridor where a rusted steel door sits ajar at the end of it. The door creaks open and we make our way into a much larger room. The room appears to be reminiscent of an old cafeteria, or possibly even a gymnasium in its hay day, with cement floors and very high ceilings. Light is a scarce commodity at this point, thin rays shooting this way and that through the small panel style windows that line the top of the large space. There is nothing of note in the room, a few turned over tables, a garbage can, a few broken brooms leaning up against the wall. However upon closer look it appears there is a man sitting in a chair facing the wall in the very back of the room. The closer we get, the clearer it becomes, that this isn't just any man, no definitely not, this man is the greatest professional athlete to ever grace the streets of this fine city, he is ’The Incomparable,’ he is the best in the business, he is the World Champion, he is Chris Kage. Kage turns and nods, giving us his confirmation of acknowledgement. Kage is wearing a black long sleeve shirt with his normal blue jeans and work boots. The world title strap is nowhere to be found.) Chris Kage: I remember back in the old days, we used to come to settings like this, take in the scenery, make an analogy or two, layeth the smack down and wait till it was time to rumble. Ha, well time has definitely changed a lot of things, but I'll always still appreciate that vintage way of life. Nothing is more satisfying than mentally and verbally eviscerating your opponent before a big match. People say it doesn't matter anymore. Guys don't even watch promos anymore, it's all about the story your trying to tell, that's what really matters. Maybe that's true. But maybe it's not. Regardless, I'm always going to be sharpest tongue in the game, the quickest wit in the business, and have the sagacity to destroy any man or woman in this sport today. So yea, maybe these little promos don't matter like they used to, but they sure get my blood pumping and adrenaline boiling, and that's all a guy like me needs. So let's get to it, shall we? I know the first question everyone is going to be asking; why the hell am I in the middle of an old abandoned orphanage? Well it's actually more relevant than any of you could possibly imagine. Think about the two anal beads I'm stepping into the ring with this coming week. They both definitely should feel the weight that a place like this carries. Azrael Goeren. The father that never was. A man that was more concerned with snorting crack off a hookers ass, than ever being a real dad to his daughter. That poor girl sat at home watching her father wrestle all over world, watched him pursue his dreams while poor little Gracie’s dreams of having a relationship with her father withered away. You abandoned her, Henrik. You were no different than the thousands of parents that abandoned the children that ended up in this place so many years ago. Kids that simply wanted a father to love, a mother to cherish, and a life to look forward to. Instead those kids sat in this cold room, eating the slop that public assistance could afford to offer them. Just imagine the feeling for a moment, won't you? Just imagine your family, the family you know, the family you love, just dropping you off and driving away. No explanation, no reasoning, just abandonment. How do you not die inside. How do you just not just give up? Luckily in your case, Henrik, Grace didn’t die inside, she didn't give up. She realized that the father that she had grown up watching on video tapes and reading about in magazines was nothing more than a giant sack of shit. She saw the truth. But wait, but wait, I'm told there is reconciliation on the horizon. Henrik is a changed man! He wants to be the father he never could be before! Fucking gag me. Henrik, you are a man that cares more about your next fix and what hooker is on the line, than you will ever care about your family. You have not changed, you are the same piece of shit you were 18 years ago when you walked out the door. When you pissed all over the people that loved you, that only wanted you to love them back. You are no changed man, Henrik. You are a disease. Disease and starvation used to run rampant through the halls of this place, taking this life and that. Opening the bed of one forsaken child for another that would soon fill it, because like Henrik’s daughter, they had been forgotten too. Henrik, you are the disease running rampant in the EWA right now. You infect the masses with your bullshit rhetoric about how every moment in your life has led to this match at “Path of the Warrior.” They have become convinced that you are their savior, that you are going to be the man to save the EWA from the big bad Chris Kage. You think you know everything about me, don't you, Henrik? You've read my book, cover to cover, and you’ve unlocked all my secrets haven't you? More fucking rhetoric, that's all. More fucking bullshit. You don't have a fucking clue. You call me a coward, Henrik? A coward, really? The guy who didn't have the balls to stick it out for his family because he was too fucking scared of his own shadow, wants to sit there and call me a coward. Go right ahead. Sit on your soap box and preach to the ignorant ass clowns that fill our arenas, please, go crazy. Because Tuesday night there won't be anymore talking, there won't be anymore posturing, there will just be my size 12 boot inserted directly between your disease covered ass cheeks. You might just enjoy it, ya sick fuck. You think you're going to save me, Henrik? You actually think that I'm the one in this situation that needs saving? You're so fucked it's outside of any normal persons logic to understand how your mind actually works. Save yourself, Henrik. Save yourself from a night of embarrassment. Save yourself a beating of a lifetime. Save yourself the humiliation of having to stand in front of all those retards you love so much and watch them shake their heads in disappointment at your failure. Save yourself, Henrik. I’m pleading with you, don't show up Tuesday night. Because, if you do...I'm going to have to do, what I have to do. (Kage bows his head for a moment, takes a deep breath, and continues on.) Laura Seton. The little engine that could. The true underdog story, oh and what a wonderful little story it's been. Or has it? There is one thing that the tragic story of Laura Seton has in common with all the children that used to line these halls. Loneliness. Laura Seton is all by herself. She has no one. Even her old squeeze Dube wants nothing to do with her these days. Sure she is surrounded by her adoring fans, ‘The Douche Squad’ as they are affectionately called. But they're nothing more than an illusion… (Kage pauses for a moment then looks directly into the camera.) ...aren't they, Laura? Truth is, you have no one, no one to watch your back, no one to make sure you’re taken care of. You have nothing, Laura. You talk about showing people respect, and how that somehow matters. Tell me, Laura, where has all that respect your dishing out gotten you? Ha, as I recall when I took my title back from you at Battlelines after it was stolen from me, you were all by your lonesome. It was Chris Kage and The Youth versus….Laura...just Laura. Maybe, just maybe if you had anyone, ANYONE to watch your back, you might have actually been able to escape Battlelines with my title. But you didn't, and you sure didn't. Lonely isn't it. You hate me, you hate me because you wish you were me, Laura. You wish you had the family that I have. You wish you had the power of The Youth behind you. You wish you could be half the professional I am, and you wish more than anything in this world you could have just a taste of what it's like to be… The Incomparable But you won't my dear girl. All the hopes, all the dreams, all the longing to be great, it is all going to come crashing down on you, Laura. The dream is over. (Kage shrugs and produces a small chuckle.) This isn't going to be a Cleveland, Ohio type story. There won't be video packages of people crying in the street and blubbering with happiness over your historic triumph. There will only be silence. And it will sound better than it ever has. Because finally everyone will see what a farce this whole situation is. People will begin to understand the difference between what they believe and what is reality. The belief is that Laura Seton belongs in the same league as Chris Kage. The reality is, Laura Seton is going to get hurt. She is going to get really...really….hurt. But it's not all bad for you, Laura. There is a silver lining to all of this. Like some of the children that used to call this place home, there is always a chance a nice family could come and adopt you. That's what I am here to offer you this morning, Laura. Because, once you have been beaten, and humiliated, and mentally scarred, I want to help you. I am offering you an opportunity to join my family. The Youth needs a girl like you, Laura. Josh and Jimmy have been wanting a toy to play with, you have everything they could ask for. Submissive, pathetic, weak...alone. It's a perfect fit, don't you think? Take some time to decide. The offer is on the table, but it won't be there forever. Do the right thing, just give in. (Another smile) I mean, it's something to look forward too, right? Because as for our match...well… ...You've Already Lost… (The scene fades to black.) Edited by Kage, Jun 24 2016, 10:01 PM.
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