Post by Danny Rizzo on Nov 1, 2019 6:41:10 GMT -5
[OOC Disclaimer: I am a dummy and originally posted this in the promo archive sub-forum. Please mock and laugh at me accordingly. <3 you all]
“They want to know why, Mama!”
In an old, decrepit, long since abandoned home, Kaven Drell sits with his knees folded and his feet tucked under in perfect Indian style. Or criss-cross applesauce or whatever the hell they’re calling it today to be a little bit more sensitive. Who knows. The point is he’s sitting very nicely before a picture of a woman who was rather young when the photograph was taken.
“Over and over again they ask, why is that Kaven such a naughty boy? Why does he do such naughty things? What makes him behave the way he does? Doesn’t he understand that he’s supposed to be winning matches and not behaving like he’s got no sense?!”
He cackles softly to himself and rocks back and forth, shaking his head with a bit of an unhinged smile as he does so.
“Do you think they need to know about you? About what they did to you? About what a young boy had to witness before being torn from the arms of his mother?!”
Suddenly fierce, the smile that had illuminated his face moments before had disappeared rapidly and was replaced by a snarl.
“I’m not so sure they’re ready for those secrets just yet, are you? They want the answers without having to commit. They want to taste the milk without having to buy the cow. They want to understand ME without having to put the time and effort to understand why I do the things I do.”
Furrowed eyebrows match the snarl that curls his top lip upward as he sits and has a conversation with the photograph of the young woman the audience can safely assume is his mother. Or was, anyway.
“That’s the thing, mama. People want everything to just keep going along the way it always has been. Nobody likes when people open their mouths and speak out against injustice. Nobody likes it when someone shoves a wrench into the cogs of the machine. Nobody likes it when a man comes in and upsets the status quo. Nobody likes it when someone comes in and refuses to play the same game that everyone else is playing. But that’s who I am, mama. That’s who you wanted me to be.”
Drells voice, which had been ever so slowly increasing in volume, suddenly drops to a hushed whisper when he mentions that who he is is who his mother wanted to be.
“Some, though, are starting to catch on. My dear, sweet friend Rex Rumble. He understands now. He sees clearly now after I freed him from everything that was holding him back. For so long he was the whipping boy for the corner of the universe that revolves around Valor Pro Wrestling. For so long he was forced to sit back and behave a certain way. Speak a certain way. Do things a certain way. And where did it get him? Nowhere but the altar of sacrifice over and over and over again when those who sit in cozy chairs in air conditioned offices needed someone to help accelerate another person’s career. But I… I welcomed him with open arms and now he can be who he should have always been.”
Reaching out slowly, Drell touches the photograph softly with his fingertips. Tears begin to well up in the corners of his eyes as he does so. The snarl that had overtaken his expression immediately had faded and was replaced by the smile that had been there previously.
“You always used to say that a little fire can do the world good. That sometimes things need to burn in order to be renewed. I have done my best to see that happens wherever I have been and always I have been met with resistance. Always, I have been met with ridicule. Always, I have been met with confusion and rejection at first. But soon enough eyes begin to open. More and more and more. And then… then the day of reckoning comes.”
His head bobs up and down affirming the statement that he had just made, as though the woman in the photograph was carrying on the conversation along with him.
“Oh yes, and that day is coming soon. That day in Valor is so very near. A day when the woman the suits have annointed as the next unyielding champion has to step into the ring with me. There are those who are busy whispering about what it could mean if Danny and I were both to emerge from 7 Pillars with championships around our waists. What it could mean for the movement they have named after the instructions I have continued to give my brethren. Let It Burn. Oh what it could mean if Danny and Kaven possessed those little golden trinkets all at once.”
There’s a pause as a knowing look appears in his stare.
“Still, so many do not understand. The gauntlet has never been about victory. It is about destruction. It has never been about glory, but devastation. It has never been about achievement, but heartbreak. Katya Djurdjevic, in her foolish pride and arrogance, has proclaimed to the world that she will run the gauntlet from beginning to end. Certain that every man and woman that enters into the ring will be there in pursuit of the same goal as she has. To become the next UnYielding champion. To fill the shoes that Danny relinquished. To stand in his shadow.”
He clicked his tongue in amusement.
“So many times. So many opportunities. Katya has been force fed to the masses week after week after week. And this is to be the moment she was to be crowned. Just like Rite of Kings was the be the moment she was crowned UnYielding. And Honor Bound was to be the moment she was crowned UnYielding. Now it is to be 7 Pillars. But in spite of it all she has been through. In spite of all that she has suffered at my hands, she still has not learned her lesson.”
He pauses and waits, letting anyone listening have the opportunity to try and figure out what he was talking about.
“I don’t care about championships. I never have. I don’t care about the wins and losses. I never have. I will walk into this gauntlet with one purpose and one purpose alone. To see to it that you, Katya, never come close to capturing that dream. Where every other man and woman who steps into the ring on that night to enter the gauntlet will be looking to eliminate you so that they might move one step closer to becoming a champion, all I care for is to drive the knife deeper into the dream that Danny already killed once. I am going to bury the figurative blade deep into the heart of everything that you stand for and everything you represent. The ego, a woman proclaiming that her destiny is to be the greatest wrestler under the heavens without ever actually accomplishing anything. The silver spooned coddling, getting chance after chance, taking opportunities from others that have earned it.”
Another pause, just for a half of a moment.
“You represent everything that is wrong with this world, and everything that is wrong with this company. And I, Kaven Drell, am going to enjoy watching your dreams go up in smoke once more. Perhaps this time, Katya... “
Laughing, he nods.
“You’ll let them burn.”
Closing his eyes, Kavens head tilts backward and he breathes in deeply.
For a moment everything goes gray and fuzzy, the sound of static reverberating and rumbling. It’s almost as though someone has turned on an old television set. Where Kaven had been sitting moments before is a neatly furnished kitchen table. Two places have been set. One with a peanut butter and jelly sandwich waiting on the plate with the edges cut off. The other remained empty.
A woman sat at the place where no found was found and she vaguely resembled the woman in the picture, though her face was gaunt and instead of being young and vibrant, she instead appeared to be wasting away. A young boy soon wandered into the room and pulled himself up into the seat and reached out to pick up the sandwich that had been prepared for him. Just as he was about to take a bite a knock on the door echoed in his ears.
Grey static suddenly overwhelmed the senses as seconds passed. When it finally cleared the scene was now completely different. It appears but for a flash as the young boy, crying, is escorted out of the home by a woman in a black pant suit with a white blouse on underneath. The young boy fights back desperately, reaching his hand out toward his mother whose face was in her hands as she sat at the table. Tears streamed down her cheeks.
Static again.
When it faded, all color had returned and Kaven Drell could be seen sitting in the same place he had been moments earlier. This time the picture was gripped tightly in his fingers as tears trickled down his cheeks and into his beard.
Through gritted teeth, he growled.
“I will burn it all to the ground. 7 Pillars will fall to the ground and burn. And it starts with you, Katya. It starts. With you.”
“They want to know why, Mama!”
In an old, decrepit, long since abandoned home, Kaven Drell sits with his knees folded and his feet tucked under in perfect Indian style. Or criss-cross applesauce or whatever the hell they’re calling it today to be a little bit more sensitive. Who knows. The point is he’s sitting very nicely before a picture of a woman who was rather young when the photograph was taken.
“Over and over again they ask, why is that Kaven such a naughty boy? Why does he do such naughty things? What makes him behave the way he does? Doesn’t he understand that he’s supposed to be winning matches and not behaving like he’s got no sense?!”
He cackles softly to himself and rocks back and forth, shaking his head with a bit of an unhinged smile as he does so.
“Do you think they need to know about you? About what they did to you? About what a young boy had to witness before being torn from the arms of his mother?!”
Suddenly fierce, the smile that had illuminated his face moments before had disappeared rapidly and was replaced by a snarl.
“I’m not so sure they’re ready for those secrets just yet, are you? They want the answers without having to commit. They want to taste the milk without having to buy the cow. They want to understand ME without having to put the time and effort to understand why I do the things I do.”
Furrowed eyebrows match the snarl that curls his top lip upward as he sits and has a conversation with the photograph of the young woman the audience can safely assume is his mother. Or was, anyway.
“That’s the thing, mama. People want everything to just keep going along the way it always has been. Nobody likes when people open their mouths and speak out against injustice. Nobody likes it when someone shoves a wrench into the cogs of the machine. Nobody likes it when a man comes in and upsets the status quo. Nobody likes it when someone comes in and refuses to play the same game that everyone else is playing. But that’s who I am, mama. That’s who you wanted me to be.”
Drells voice, which had been ever so slowly increasing in volume, suddenly drops to a hushed whisper when he mentions that who he is is who his mother wanted to be.
“Some, though, are starting to catch on. My dear, sweet friend Rex Rumble. He understands now. He sees clearly now after I freed him from everything that was holding him back. For so long he was the whipping boy for the corner of the universe that revolves around Valor Pro Wrestling. For so long he was forced to sit back and behave a certain way. Speak a certain way. Do things a certain way. And where did it get him? Nowhere but the altar of sacrifice over and over and over again when those who sit in cozy chairs in air conditioned offices needed someone to help accelerate another person’s career. But I… I welcomed him with open arms and now he can be who he should have always been.”
Reaching out slowly, Drell touches the photograph softly with his fingertips. Tears begin to well up in the corners of his eyes as he does so. The snarl that had overtaken his expression immediately had faded and was replaced by the smile that had been there previously.
“You always used to say that a little fire can do the world good. That sometimes things need to burn in order to be renewed. I have done my best to see that happens wherever I have been and always I have been met with resistance. Always, I have been met with ridicule. Always, I have been met with confusion and rejection at first. But soon enough eyes begin to open. More and more and more. And then… then the day of reckoning comes.”
His head bobs up and down affirming the statement that he had just made, as though the woman in the photograph was carrying on the conversation along with him.
“Oh yes, and that day is coming soon. That day in Valor is so very near. A day when the woman the suits have annointed as the next unyielding champion has to step into the ring with me. There are those who are busy whispering about what it could mean if Danny and I were both to emerge from 7 Pillars with championships around our waists. What it could mean for the movement they have named after the instructions I have continued to give my brethren. Let It Burn. Oh what it could mean if Danny and Kaven possessed those little golden trinkets all at once.”
There’s a pause as a knowing look appears in his stare.
“Still, so many do not understand. The gauntlet has never been about victory. It is about destruction. It has never been about glory, but devastation. It has never been about achievement, but heartbreak. Katya Djurdjevic, in her foolish pride and arrogance, has proclaimed to the world that she will run the gauntlet from beginning to end. Certain that every man and woman that enters into the ring will be there in pursuit of the same goal as she has. To become the next UnYielding champion. To fill the shoes that Danny relinquished. To stand in his shadow.”
He clicked his tongue in amusement.
“So many times. So many opportunities. Katya has been force fed to the masses week after week after week. And this is to be the moment she was to be crowned. Just like Rite of Kings was the be the moment she was crowned UnYielding. And Honor Bound was to be the moment she was crowned UnYielding. Now it is to be 7 Pillars. But in spite of it all she has been through. In spite of all that she has suffered at my hands, she still has not learned her lesson.”
He pauses and waits, letting anyone listening have the opportunity to try and figure out what he was talking about.
“I don’t care about championships. I never have. I don’t care about the wins and losses. I never have. I will walk into this gauntlet with one purpose and one purpose alone. To see to it that you, Katya, never come close to capturing that dream. Where every other man and woman who steps into the ring on that night to enter the gauntlet will be looking to eliminate you so that they might move one step closer to becoming a champion, all I care for is to drive the knife deeper into the dream that Danny already killed once. I am going to bury the figurative blade deep into the heart of everything that you stand for and everything you represent. The ego, a woman proclaiming that her destiny is to be the greatest wrestler under the heavens without ever actually accomplishing anything. The silver spooned coddling, getting chance after chance, taking opportunities from others that have earned it.”
Another pause, just for a half of a moment.
“You represent everything that is wrong with this world, and everything that is wrong with this company. And I, Kaven Drell, am going to enjoy watching your dreams go up in smoke once more. Perhaps this time, Katya... “
Laughing, he nods.
“You’ll let them burn.”
Closing his eyes, Kavens head tilts backward and he breathes in deeply.
*****
For a moment everything goes gray and fuzzy, the sound of static reverberating and rumbling. It’s almost as though someone has turned on an old television set. Where Kaven had been sitting moments before is a neatly furnished kitchen table. Two places have been set. One with a peanut butter and jelly sandwich waiting on the plate with the edges cut off. The other remained empty.
A woman sat at the place where no found was found and she vaguely resembled the woman in the picture, though her face was gaunt and instead of being young and vibrant, she instead appeared to be wasting away. A young boy soon wandered into the room and pulled himself up into the seat and reached out to pick up the sandwich that had been prepared for him. Just as he was about to take a bite a knock on the door echoed in his ears.
Grey static suddenly overwhelmed the senses as seconds passed. When it finally cleared the scene was now completely different. It appears but for a flash as the young boy, crying, is escorted out of the home by a woman in a black pant suit with a white blouse on underneath. The young boy fights back desperately, reaching his hand out toward his mother whose face was in her hands as she sat at the table. Tears streamed down her cheeks.
Static again.
When it faded, all color had returned and Kaven Drell could be seen sitting in the same place he had been moments earlier. This time the picture was gripped tightly in his fingers as tears trickled down his cheeks and into his beard.
Through gritted teeth, he growled.
“I will burn it all to the ground. 7 Pillars will fall to the ground and burn. And it starts with you, Katya. It starts. With you.”
