Post by Krähe on Nov 1, 2019 8:47:30 GMT -5
The door opens on a bright light. When that clears the audience is presented with a stage flooded with blue light, with only a single spot light to cut through the darkness. Sitting dead center in that light is Zachariah Krahe. An old school microphone is already set up beside his tall bar stool. The old boombox and a familiar fast food bag rests beside him.
In the darkness we can hear a rowdy crowd that appears to just now settling down.
“Hello my Misfits, did you miss me?”
The crowd goes wild again, and Krahe grins brilliantly. Chuckling at a few of the outrageous cat calls.
“Is that even legal in this state?”
He gives them a bit of time obviously enjoying the crowds antics, as he lights one of his signature cigarettes, and exhales with a shake of his head. One scarred hand finally reaches into the air in a bid for silence, and surprisingly the crowd settles down.
"Lately there seems to be a lot of confusion surrounding my motivations. People seem to think I have something to prove to them. Let me put everyone's mind at ease right now. The only person in this company I care about proving something to is me."
"There is no cape hidden under this jacket. I am not trying to be your anti hero, and let us just be clear I don't need any championship to define me. In my opinion the Unyielding Championship was meant to be defined by it's champion. For me, that championship is a symbol of you my misfit army."
“It’s for everyone that knows what it is to survive, but dares to want more than just survival. Anyone that has well and truly fucked up, but still tries to make things right. It's for those hard choices, the wrong choices, and the right choices that leave you feeling cold.”
He pauses for a moment to look out at the the somber crowd.
“This is for everyone that was made to feel ashamed when doing the best they can. For those that have been treated like less for daring to be who they are. Anyone willing to die alone as themself, rather than die a little each day pretending for the crowd.
“This is for those that decide to wake up another day despite it all, and for those that couldn’t make it...but tried.”
He says these last words with a heavy voice, and allows them to hang in the silent air for a moment.
“Do you know why I would choose this title, out of any title in any company, including our very own Apex championship to claim in the name of The Misfit Army?”
“I’m sure that everyone is sick of hearing the definition of the word unyielding from my fellow competitors by now. It seems that everyone in this match defines unyielding in their own unique way, so you’re gonna hear it one more time...with feeling.”
He gives them a small smirk that pulls a few chuckles from the crowd.
“The definition of unyielding for me is as follows…You.”
“You Misfit Army are my definition of unyielding. I know that might sound like bullshit, we have a funny way of down playing things that we consider mundane, and the things we consider mundane simply because we deal with them everyday.”
Grabbing the microphone he hops off the stool to pace close near the edge of the stage.
“You don’t have to fight intergalactic dimensional beings, win every trophy and acclimation you set your sights on, fight like the undead, run a casino, be a model, an asshole with a lady’s bush on his chin, or someone that throws pastors into trunks to be extraordinary. You never have to step into a wrestling ring to be unyielding. The truth is some of the most extraordinary moments are found in the mundane, and deciding to get up another day, even when everything in you just wants to stay down...that’s unyielding.”
“I can't promise you that I'll win this gauntlet. This year is different than last year, I am different, and to be completely honest, how I go about winning 7 Pillars means more to me than actually winning it this year. I have something to prove to myself, and I have no idea how that's gonna go down. No idea what it will mean for me in the long run, but it's something I have to do. Just know that despite that I am in this to win it, and if I lose it all I won't give up. Misfits don't stay down.”
He gives the crowd a chance to go wild again while he bends down to scope up his duffle bag. He sets it up on the stool and places the mic back on the stand, leaving his hands free to search through the bag. Finally he pulls out a big mac, and carefully begins to unwrap it.
"One more thing. I have one person in this entire company to address personally, and that man is...Rex Rumble."
The crowd pops again at the mention of one of their own, yet this time a few boos and heckles are mixed in. Krahe let's them get it all out of their system while he chews and swallows his first bite.
"Rex, you are your own man and I will always accept your choices, but I would be remiss if I let you turn away without saying some things that need to be said. You are...I suppose I should say were, my only friend in this company. I should have told you that at some point, but I didn't and I don't blame you for being angry. People have been throwing out things about me taking advantage of you or manipulating you."
Krähe glances down at his big mac with a chuckle.
"Manipulate you into what though? Rex, did I ever once asked you to interfere in a match for me? Ever have you target another wrestler on my behalf. No, because I don't ask anyone to fight my battles for me. So you're right I wasn't there when you were put through a flaming table, but it isn't because I didn't care about you. It's because I believed in you. You aren't a rookie that needs to be coddled, and you aren't some joke jerking curtains. You're a man, which means you can fight your own battles, and you can make your own choices. I respect that and I respect you. I hope that...Kevin...Kaven…Draven?”
He shrugs, indicating that the man’s name doesn’t actually matter to him in the grand scheme of things.
"I hope that what's his name manages to live up to whatever promises he has given you. I'm gonna miss you buddy."
With that Krahe starts to eat his big mac again, and the boombox comes to life. nearly being drowned out of the noise of the crowd.
Jitterbug
Jitterbug
Jitterbug
Jitterbug
You take the grey skies out of my way
You make the sun shine brighter than Doris Day
Turned a bright spark into a flame (Yeah, yeah)
The light clears to show Krahe leaning on a yellow stationary bicycle eating a piece of cake in front of a green screen.
“I gotta admit I'm pretty impressed that the camera did so damn well.”
Munin holds out the curse jar for him to absently drop a few coins in to.
“Yeah, but the boombox was supposed to burst into flam-”
They both startle as the innocuous object suddenly does just that, and in the process sets off the fire sprinkles.
A dripping Munin looks at a sheepish Krahe completely dead pan.
“You know you’re cleaning this mess up right?”
Krahe shrugs with a grin.
“Isn’t that the point?”
In the darkness we can hear a rowdy crowd that appears to just now settling down.
“Hello my Misfits, did you miss me?”
The crowd goes wild again, and Krahe grins brilliantly. Chuckling at a few of the outrageous cat calls.
“Is that even legal in this state?”
He gives them a bit of time obviously enjoying the crowds antics, as he lights one of his signature cigarettes, and exhales with a shake of his head. One scarred hand finally reaches into the air in a bid for silence, and surprisingly the crowd settles down.
"Lately there seems to be a lot of confusion surrounding my motivations. People seem to think I have something to prove to them. Let me put everyone's mind at ease right now. The only person in this company I care about proving something to is me."
"There is no cape hidden under this jacket. I am not trying to be your anti hero, and let us just be clear I don't need any championship to define me. In my opinion the Unyielding Championship was meant to be defined by it's champion. For me, that championship is a symbol of you my misfit army."
“It’s for everyone that knows what it is to survive, but dares to want more than just survival. Anyone that has well and truly fucked up, but still tries to make things right. It's for those hard choices, the wrong choices, and the right choices that leave you feeling cold.”
He pauses for a moment to look out at the the somber crowd.
“This is for everyone that was made to feel ashamed when doing the best they can. For those that have been treated like less for daring to be who they are. Anyone willing to die alone as themself, rather than die a little each day pretending for the crowd.
“This is for those that decide to wake up another day despite it all, and for those that couldn’t make it...but tried.”
He says these last words with a heavy voice, and allows them to hang in the silent air for a moment.
“Do you know why I would choose this title, out of any title in any company, including our very own Apex championship to claim in the name of The Misfit Army?”
“I’m sure that everyone is sick of hearing the definition of the word unyielding from my fellow competitors by now. It seems that everyone in this match defines unyielding in their own unique way, so you’re gonna hear it one more time...with feeling.”
He gives them a small smirk that pulls a few chuckles from the crowd.
“The definition of unyielding for me is as follows…You.”
“You Misfit Army are my definition of unyielding. I know that might sound like bullshit, we have a funny way of down playing things that we consider mundane, and the things we consider mundane simply because we deal with them everyday.”
Grabbing the microphone he hops off the stool to pace close near the edge of the stage.
“You don’t have to fight intergalactic dimensional beings, win every trophy and acclimation you set your sights on, fight like the undead, run a casino, be a model, an asshole with a lady’s bush on his chin, or someone that throws pastors into trunks to be extraordinary. You never have to step into a wrestling ring to be unyielding. The truth is some of the most extraordinary moments are found in the mundane, and deciding to get up another day, even when everything in you just wants to stay down...that’s unyielding.”
“I can't promise you that I'll win this gauntlet. This year is different than last year, I am different, and to be completely honest, how I go about winning 7 Pillars means more to me than actually winning it this year. I have something to prove to myself, and I have no idea how that's gonna go down. No idea what it will mean for me in the long run, but it's something I have to do. Just know that despite that I am in this to win it, and if I lose it all I won't give up. Misfits don't stay down.”
He gives the crowd a chance to go wild again while he bends down to scope up his duffle bag. He sets it up on the stool and places the mic back on the stand, leaving his hands free to search through the bag. Finally he pulls out a big mac, and carefully begins to unwrap it.
"One more thing. I have one person in this entire company to address personally, and that man is...Rex Rumble."
The crowd pops again at the mention of one of their own, yet this time a few boos and heckles are mixed in. Krahe let's them get it all out of their system while he chews and swallows his first bite.
"Rex, you are your own man and I will always accept your choices, but I would be remiss if I let you turn away without saying some things that need to be said. You are...I suppose I should say were, my only friend in this company. I should have told you that at some point, but I didn't and I don't blame you for being angry. People have been throwing out things about me taking advantage of you or manipulating you."
Krähe glances down at his big mac with a chuckle.
"Manipulate you into what though? Rex, did I ever once asked you to interfere in a match for me? Ever have you target another wrestler on my behalf. No, because I don't ask anyone to fight my battles for me. So you're right I wasn't there when you were put through a flaming table, but it isn't because I didn't care about you. It's because I believed in you. You aren't a rookie that needs to be coddled, and you aren't some joke jerking curtains. You're a man, which means you can fight your own battles, and you can make your own choices. I respect that and I respect you. I hope that...Kevin...Kaven…Draven?”
He shrugs, indicating that the man’s name doesn’t actually matter to him in the grand scheme of things.
"I hope that what's his name manages to live up to whatever promises he has given you. I'm gonna miss you buddy."
With that Krahe starts to eat his big mac again, and the boombox comes to life. nearly being drowned out of the noise of the crowd.
Jitterbug
Jitterbug
Jitterbug
Jitterbug
You take the grey skies out of my way
You make the sun shine brighter than Doris Day
Turned a bright spark into a flame (Yeah, yeah)
The light clears to show Krahe leaning on a yellow stationary bicycle eating a piece of cake in front of a green screen.
“I gotta admit I'm pretty impressed that the camera did so damn well.”
Munin holds out the curse jar for him to absently drop a few coins in to.
“Yeah, but the boombox was supposed to burst into flam-”
They both startle as the innocuous object suddenly does just that, and in the process sets off the fire sprinkles.
A dripping Munin looks at a sheepish Krahe completely dead pan.
“You know you’re cleaning this mess up right?”
Krahe shrugs with a grin.
“Isn’t that the point?”
