Post by Sadie Ko on May 14, 2022 17:07:29 GMT -5
In the OCW backstage area, we see the chaos of production as employees are constantly running around making sure this show goes on smoothly as possible. And even though we're nowhere close to Monday, there's still hustle and bussle as everyone is trying to get their ducks in a row. In front of us Who're is standing with a smile on her face, microphone in front of her face, and to the side of her is OCW's newest acquisition, 'The Dirtbag Kid' himself. He's sniffing and constantly fiddling with his nose, and his eyes are mostly hidden behind a pair of thick black sunglasses, even as his greasy black hair hangs beneath his 'Guns 'N Roses bandanna. Down below he's wearing a Western fringed jacket and a pair of dark blue jeans, and his shirt, when we can see it, is repping 'Alabama Thunderpussy'...this promo might be censored depending on where it airs. Definitely when it gets circulated illegally on to youtube in a few years. Who're for her part is wearing a tasteful and stylish blue dress, and clears her throat as she speaks.
WHO'RE: Hey what's going on, OCW fans at home! I'm here with our latest superstar, a man with a gentle heart and a kind soul, please give it up for The Dirtbag Kid!
There's no audience, so there's no applause and just the silence of an interview. In that silence, dBk coughs and pulls out a pack of Peter Stuyvesants, smacking the pack of smokes against the palm of his left hand in a way that almost simulates the sound of 'applause'...but doesn't quite manage. In a low tone of voice, dBk speaks slowly. Is he choosing his words tactically? Or is he just trying to think of words?
dBk: ...Yeah, yeh. *snort, inhale* Yeah what's up pussies, dBk coming at ya like uhh...yeah like nuts on ya face, ha ha ha!
Who're nods without fully listening, her eyes dilated slightly. Instead she laughs when he does, in order to be a good interviewer and empathize with who she's talking to. In the background, Machete Phil stalks across the OCW backstage area, and Sadie is staring right at us.
WHO'RE: Very good, very good. So, CYPHER had some interesting words for you this week. How would you respond, and are you a gamer?
dBk: Yeh, yeh! I saw that interview, that kid's fucking great. Got them bigass gamer thumbs though, you see them thangs? Yeah I play Madden with the boys from time to time, I miss when controllers had them wires though, you could whip em at a bitch who was beating you, they get all mad and shit.
As Who're half listens, the backstage area behind them seems to get less and less populated. A bulb overhead flickers, and Who're instantly stares up at it, on high alert as whatever high she's on ironically starts to evaporate. Dbk, meanwhile, is oblivious.
Dbk: But lemme tell ya somethin' Al Gore mighta invented the internet for you to run them little games but he didn't invent this asswhipping yer about to get, boy! Think you're a man wearing them hoodies and talking trash and playing games backstage? Meanwhile real men are snorting Sudafed and showing each other our guns and hunting knives in the locker room and showers! You're gobbling up them little dots and eating Ms. Pac-Man's pussy, and we grown folk are taking mescaline anally and crying watching Steel Magnolia's...unless you was too much of a puzzy-ass biiitch to do that! RHAAAAAAGH, sssSSsssSSSSSUCKIT! AHHHH!
The Dirtbag Kid is leaping up from his chair to jump in a circle, telling the entire world to 'suck' it courtesy of his crotch chops as he sticks his tongue out with his cigarette hanging from his lips. He doesn't notice that the lights have all died and that he is in pitch darkness, and standing next to him is another figure. A ghostly pale figure standing with her arms at her sides, dressed all in white, with her hair down in front of her face. Aside from dBk's screaming, the entire backstage area is quiet aside from the sound of Sadie's deep breathing every once and a while.
dbK: ...whoah...Who're? You look...different.
The Kid has lifted up his sunglasses, and we can see his eyes are completely red and bloodshot, it's a surprise he can even see the shape standing next to him. He starts laughing, even as he tries to open his eyes more to get a better look at the woman next to him. He is not concerned when she raises her hand, moving it closer to his face, moving it closer and closer
The footage warpscorruptsits differentthe world changesSHE'S STARING AT YOU a woman screams
After a moment the footage stabilizes, and now Sadie is completely alone, in the center of the room, facing the camera directly. In front of her footage starts playing. We see Easton Alexander and CYPH3R, we see Sadie being ripped off of the side of a ring and plunging into a pool. We see a montage of men and women who have punched and kicked and slammed Sadie, as hard as they could, and the footage starts to run together and speed up until the sounds are like the high pitched screams of pigs being slaughtered, until the footage is a mess of soup and through it all, Sadie staring at us from behind her hair, and the sound of her breathing centering it all.
The montage suddenly cuts with a still image of Easton captured, locked in that vicious trademark maneuver of Sadie's, "The Grudge". The next shot is Crash in the same maneuver, with a high pitched sound that sounded like the scraping of metal. Then a shot of Mike Mason on the ground, his eyes wide while Sadie kneels over him with her hand digging into his mouth. The images start to melt and bleed away, until Sadie is left there with her fists balled in rage. It seems that something happened recently, which has left her in a bad mood. An action performed, perhaps by another wrestler, has perhaps not sat well with her. It's anyone's guess as to what it was.
The screen suddenly goes black, and a voice bellows and croaks out at a crawl, so low that it's just barely audible even as if invades our ear drums...it doesn't sound right, instead it sounds like someone talking backwards, even though there's no mistaking what is being said.
THE VOICE:
"O my brave brown companions, when your souls
Flock silently away, and the eyeless dead I saw everything
Shame the wild beast of battle on the ridge,
Death will stand grieving in that field of war nobody cared
Since your unvanquished hardihood is spent.
And through some mooned Valhalla there will pass
Battalions and battalions, scarred from hell; I clawed in mud
The unreturning army that was youth;
The legions who have suffered and are dust."
Men live. Beasts die. There is no difference.
As the voice says this, the black screen seems to fill with grainy, black and white footage of Easton and Sadie's last match together. Though we know who eventually got the win, the slowed down footage being played, is mainly footage of Easton struggling, of Easton in pain. Perhaps this is who 'The Voice' directs its next message to.
THE VOICE:
"I knew a simple soldier boy
Who grinned at life in empty joy,
Slept soundly through the lonesome dark,
And whistled early with the lark.
In winter trenches, cowed and glum,
With crumps and lice and lack of rum,
He put a bullet through his brain.
No one spoke of him again."
As the voice stops speaking, the footage ends and again, we are left in darkness. We stay here in the silence and the black for a long time. So much so that the next time there is any sound, it's almost startling.
dBk: Whoah! Hey, did we do it?
The screen cuts immediately to Dirtbag Kid and Who're both lying on the ground, in what looks to be the OCW parking lot in the bright sun. There are feet walking by them here and there, and dBk is looking around bewilered, but not complaining. Who're glares at him, before looking down at her dress, now in need of a wash after spending time on the Djibouti ground. dBk, for his part, just shrugs.
dBk: Hey, you ain't gotta look at me like that!
WHO'RE: Hey what's going on, OCW fans at home! I'm here with our latest superstar, a man with a gentle heart and a kind soul, please give it up for The Dirtbag Kid!
There's no audience, so there's no applause and just the silence of an interview. In that silence, dBk coughs and pulls out a pack of Peter Stuyvesants, smacking the pack of smokes against the palm of his left hand in a way that almost simulates the sound of 'applause'...but doesn't quite manage. In a low tone of voice, dBk speaks slowly. Is he choosing his words tactically? Or is he just trying to think of words?
dBk: ...Yeah, yeh. *snort, inhale* Yeah what's up pussies, dBk coming at ya like uhh...yeah like nuts on ya face, ha ha ha!
Who're nods without fully listening, her eyes dilated slightly. Instead she laughs when he does, in order to be a good interviewer and empathize with who she's talking to. In the background, Machete Phil stalks across the OCW backstage area, and Sadie is staring right at us.
WHO'RE: Very good, very good. So, CYPHER had some interesting words for you this week. How would you respond, and are you a gamer?
dBk: Yeh, yeh! I saw that interview, that kid's fucking great. Got them bigass gamer thumbs though, you see them thangs? Yeah I play Madden with the boys from time to time, I miss when controllers had them wires though, you could whip em at a bitch who was beating you, they get all mad and shit.
As Who're half listens, the backstage area behind them seems to get less and less populated. A bulb overhead flickers, and Who're instantly stares up at it, on high alert as whatever high she's on ironically starts to evaporate. Dbk, meanwhile, is oblivious.
Dbk: But lemme tell ya somethin' Al Gore mighta invented the internet for you to run them little games but he didn't invent this asswhipping yer about to get, boy! Think you're a man wearing them hoodies and talking trash and playing games backstage? Meanwhile real men are snorting Sudafed and showing each other our guns and hunting knives in the locker room and showers! You're gobbling up them little dots and eating Ms. Pac-Man's pussy, and we grown folk are taking mescaline anally and crying watching Steel Magnolia's...unless you was too much of a puzzy-ass biiitch to do that! RHAAAAAAGH, sssSSsssSSSSSUCKIT! AHHHH!
The Dirtbag Kid is leaping up from his chair to jump in a circle, telling the entire world to 'suck' it courtesy of his crotch chops as he sticks his tongue out with his cigarette hanging from his lips. He doesn't notice that the lights have all died and that he is in pitch darkness, and standing next to him is another figure. A ghostly pale figure standing with her arms at her sides, dressed all in white, with her hair down in front of her face. Aside from dBk's screaming, the entire backstage area is quiet aside from the sound of Sadie's deep breathing every once and a while.
dbK: ...whoah...Who're? You look...different.
The Kid has lifted up his sunglasses, and we can see his eyes are completely red and bloodshot, it's a surprise he can even see the shape standing next to him. He starts laughing, even as he tries to open his eyes more to get a better look at the woman next to him. He is not concerned when she raises her hand, moving it closer to his face, moving it closer and closer
After a moment the footage stabilizes, and now Sadie is completely alone, in the center of the room, facing the camera directly. In front of her footage starts playing. We see Easton Alexander and CYPH3R, we see Sadie being ripped off of the side of a ring and plunging into a pool. We see a montage of men and women who have punched and kicked and slammed Sadie, as hard as they could, and the footage starts to run together and speed up until the sounds are like the high pitched screams of pigs being slaughtered, until the footage is a mess of soup and through it all, Sadie staring at us from behind her hair, and the sound of her breathing centering it all.
The montage suddenly cuts with a still image of Easton captured, locked in that vicious trademark maneuver of Sadie's, "The Grudge". The next shot is Crash in the same maneuver, with a high pitched sound that sounded like the scraping of metal. Then a shot of Mike Mason on the ground, his eyes wide while Sadie kneels over him with her hand digging into his mouth. The images start to melt and bleed away, until Sadie is left there with her fists balled in rage. It seems that something happened recently, which has left her in a bad mood. An action performed, perhaps by another wrestler, has perhaps not sat well with her. It's anyone's guess as to what it was.
The screen suddenly goes black, and a voice bellows and croaks out at a crawl, so low that it's just barely audible even as if invades our ear drums...it doesn't sound right, instead it sounds like someone talking backwards, even though there's no mistaking what is being said.
THE VOICE:
"O my brave brown companions, when your souls
Flock silently away, and the eyeless dead I saw everything
Shame the wild beast of battle on the ridge,
Death will stand grieving in that field of war nobody cared
Since your unvanquished hardihood is spent.
And through some mooned Valhalla there will pass
Battalions and battalions, scarred from hell; I clawed in mud
The unreturning army that was youth;
The legions who have suffered and are dust."
Men live. Beasts die. There is no difference.
As the voice says this, the black screen seems to fill with grainy, black and white footage of Easton and Sadie's last match together. Though we know who eventually got the win, the slowed down footage being played, is mainly footage of Easton struggling, of Easton in pain. Perhaps this is who 'The Voice' directs its next message to.
THE VOICE:
"I knew a simple soldier boy
Who grinned at life in empty joy,
Slept soundly through the lonesome dark,
And whistled early with the lark.
In winter trenches, cowed and glum,
With crumps and lice and lack of rum,
He put a bullet through his brain.
No one spoke of him again."
As the voice stops speaking, the footage ends and again, we are left in darkness. We stay here in the silence and the black for a long time. So much so that the next time there is any sound, it's almost startling.
dBk: Whoah! Hey, did we do it?
The screen cuts immediately to Dirtbag Kid and Who're both lying on the ground, in what looks to be the OCW parking lot in the bright sun. There are feet walking by them here and there, and dBk is looking around bewilered, but not complaining. Who're glares at him, before looking down at her dress, now in need of a wash after spending time on the Djibouti ground. dBk, for his part, just shrugs.
dBk: Hey, you ain't gotta look at me like that!