Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2023 0:30:33 GMT -5
St☠n _ Massacre 01.23.23
"I can't remember the last time I felt like this. Tormented by demons of my own creation. What difference does winning make if I can't feel my face? If my hands shake out of not knowing what to do next? Trembling winner? What a mess. Pretty soon Uncle Sam is going to tax the breath I take. Behind bars... or worse. All I was ever bred to do I am doing at the highest peak! I'm also slipping away. Irony laughing in my face around every bend. I thought I was stronger. I'm not. Maybe pop was right after all... a true silver lining. Look, another damaged disappointment! Like a sniper without a scope, just a useless asshole trying to figure out how the damn thing works. I'm not trigger happy, I'm trigger sad... borderline trigger mad. Maybe I should go get a bottle of Titos. Maybe I shouldn't lift my hands from my face. Maybe I shouldn't have a face- "
Stan _ 'I feel awful, winning doesn't cure all, I guess... wonder what happened to Steve Black? Cheap attack...' . (picking up his gear)
Open to the immediate aftermath of January 16th's edition of Massacre. Wrestlers are being helped to the back. Stan is still... lost in a trance. Detached from the very reality he created by allowing rage to take hold. Who is even driving this seemingly empty vessels of a man? He won his match. A deeper darkness clouds his eyes like a tornado gathering force. OCW staffers stand around the halls of the arena talking shop. Stan emerges from the dressing room to a slight ovation. Taken back, his mental state deteriorates quickly. He appreciates the far contrast from the nasty looks when he arrived. He could feel it happening. Proving himself here starting, even if just barely. Pop would have been proud. But he's fucking dead. Stan killed him. Not dead by a son making bad choices and taking a toll on his dad's eventual well-being. YOU- STAN! YOU literally mutilated AND KILLED YOUR FATHER! MONNNNNNNNNNNSSTTTTTTERRRR! DO YOU HEARRR MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!?
Stan _ 'AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! STOPPPPP! I DIDN'T MEAN IT! I DIDN'T KNOW EVERYTHING!!!' . (fingernails digging into skin)
"My head is spinning! I'm getting nauseated at the sound of that voice! THHHHATTT VOIIIICE!"
Clutching his temples firmly, he starts to flex his facial muscles in an attempt to fool his own head. Onlookers in the hallway are confused about who he is speaking to. His facial motion looks like something out of a Nightmare on Elm Street. Stan tries to get the voices to stop. WHICH HE FAILS AT! YOU KILLED HIM! YOU NEED TO TURN YOURSELF IN!
Stan _ 'WHAT THE FUUUUCK?? How do I MAKE IT STOP! I'm NOT turning myself in! That man tormented me for a lifetime, even if he was sorry at the end of it! ANNNNDDDD WHAT THE FUCK was with the Titos, he said he quit drinking! I wanted the dad from the Kodak reel back, the one who was at my wedding, NOT THE SAME OLD PIECE OF SHIT-' . (blood runs down his fingers)
"That's weird, I feel funny all the sudden... bad tacos? OhhhHhh nooo-"
Stan stumbles as the other wrestlers ask him if he is okay. Waving them off, he tucks protecting his face like a scene out of Phantom of the Opera heading toward the parking garage. S-S-Stan... it's me, pop! You were a great son, I just wanted you to know, before...
Stan _ 'BEFORE WHAT!? POP!? HOW?? I never meant to hurt you, I just- I just... snapped... was it me? I don't know what it was...' . (His head jerks violently as if being possessed)
"What is happening to me!? Why is my inner monologue so far inward? Hello?! HELLLOOOO!?"
Like a light switch, his disposition changes. Eyes glisten within a delightful grin.
"HEEELLLLLLPPPPP!!!! It's NOT ME! HE'S NOT ME!"
Stan ? 'Pipe down in there! I'll slap you and put you back in the corner, Stanley! You and Thomas have pissed me off for the last time! You come into my house to hurt me??! Now I'm going to hurt you, and have the career I deserve from engineering you to be The Standard. YOU OWE ME!! YOU NEVER LET ME IN! Now I get my chance! So SHUT UP and take the back seat you have earned, STANLEY!' . (fighting himself from side to side like a true lunatic)
An inner struggle causes physical seizures, tossing Stan all over the place in the parking garage. He hits the passenger side of an SUV, then throws himself over into the windshield of a sedan. Cursing at himself under his breath...
"How are you even more of an asshole in death than you were ALIIIIVVVVE?!!?? Don't fuck this up for me out of spite! I didn't know what I didn't know when I did that! Clearly my remorse is written all over my face. Let it go, pop. You died. I'm so sorry-"
A punch to his own nose. Stan grimaces, holding his own nose backward to stop the bleeding.
Stan ? 'SHOVE YOUR SORRY'S!!! Don't WANT THEM. Oh, nooooow you want the gift you complained about for thirty some-odd years? Sit back, daddy is taking charge. You're done fucking up all these wonderful skills we spent our fortune trying to give you. I'm the head of this family!!!! I will not die! We have unfinished business!!' . (picking glass shards out of his back)
"That is NOT NECESSARY! HOW ARE YOU DOING THIS!? AND- and- how's mom?? Is she... there? Mama? Ma-?"
He reaches behind lifting himself up into an unnaturally awkward standing position.
Stan ? 'Shut up, Stanley!! We are doing this together from now on!!!! Get used to it! Stop squirming you little twerp! I'm in control now. We have to work together.' . (neatly brushing himself off turning to examine his new stature)
"NO! This is not together! Let's talk about this! POP! Pop?? Poppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp!"
Stan smiles disturbingly at his own reflection in a car window.
The _ Leviathan Massacre
"Look what we have here. Another nobody. I'm so glad I could be the cleanser for OCW's toxic pallet. Here I am pissing and moaning again- truth be told, I don't mind. It's our little secret. There's actually something mildly fulfilling about a deep clean after a place is neglected so heavily for... years? You can't let losers stick around long-term, it scares away the goods. Has-beens like Steve Black I get for sentimental sake, but Leviathan? What kind of bullshit is this? Are we in A Never-Ending Story? I really hope Bastian shows up before I send this bum to never-never land. My patience has run thin. Being possessed by the ghost of the father you just mistakenly murdered tends to add stress to the situation. Here's yours... The Standard is going to pummel you into a pulp. Simple as that. Decadence will set a tone for the rest of this journey, but Massacre will elevate it to an altitude Leviathan can't survive at. First, he'll get lightheaded, then a little sick- and just like that, WHAM! SPLAT! OOooOFF! You go from hearing the bell ring, to getting your bell rang. Dang. Skull and crossbones on your forehead... then for me, it's onto the next mess with a stupid name. You like coming out to Shattered? I get it. Interesting tune, but you can't carry it. You claim to be about torment and violence, which makes me chuckle! Massacre is going to be Stan putting Levi back into his car seat with a buckle. Careful the words you use, big guy. I think I just heard the black market calling- do you owe people money? Need a loan? Cool. Because you're already living on borrowed time. Standardization isn't what you think! I just beat you until you can never get back up. Ask pop."
"I can't remember the last time I felt like this. Tormented by demons of my own creation. What difference does winning make if I can't feel my face? If my hands shake out of not knowing what to do next? Trembling winner? What a mess. Pretty soon Uncle Sam is going to tax the breath I take. Behind bars... or worse. All I was ever bred to do I am doing at the highest peak! I'm also slipping away. Irony laughing in my face around every bend. I thought I was stronger. I'm not. Maybe pop was right after all... a true silver lining. Look, another damaged disappointment! Like a sniper without a scope, just a useless asshole trying to figure out how the damn thing works. I'm not trigger happy, I'm trigger sad... borderline trigger mad. Maybe I should go get a bottle of Titos. Maybe I shouldn't lift my hands from my face. Maybe I shouldn't have a face- "
Stan _ 'I feel awful, winning doesn't cure all, I guess... wonder what happened to Steve Black? Cheap attack...' . (picking up his gear)
Open to the immediate aftermath of January 16th's edition of Massacre. Wrestlers are being helped to the back. Stan is still... lost in a trance. Detached from the very reality he created by allowing rage to take hold. Who is even driving this seemingly empty vessels of a man? He won his match. A deeper darkness clouds his eyes like a tornado gathering force. OCW staffers stand around the halls of the arena talking shop. Stan emerges from the dressing room to a slight ovation. Taken back, his mental state deteriorates quickly. He appreciates the far contrast from the nasty looks when he arrived. He could feel it happening. Proving himself here starting, even if just barely. Pop would have been proud. But he's fucking dead. Stan killed him. Not dead by a son making bad choices and taking a toll on his dad's eventual well-being. YOU- STAN! YOU literally mutilated AND KILLED YOUR FATHER! MONNNNNNNNNNNSSTTTTTTERRRR! DO YOU HEARRR MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!?
Stan _ 'AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! STOPPPPP! I DIDN'T MEAN IT! I DIDN'T KNOW EVERYTHING!!!' . (fingernails digging into skin)
"My head is spinning! I'm getting nauseated at the sound of that voice! THHHHATTT VOIIIICE!"
Clutching his temples firmly, he starts to flex his facial muscles in an attempt to fool his own head. Onlookers in the hallway are confused about who he is speaking to. His facial motion looks like something out of a Nightmare on Elm Street. Stan tries to get the voices to stop. WHICH HE FAILS AT! YOU KILLED HIM! YOU NEED TO TURN YOURSELF IN!
Stan _ 'WHAT THE FUUUUCK?? How do I MAKE IT STOP! I'm NOT turning myself in! That man tormented me for a lifetime, even if he was sorry at the end of it! ANNNNDDDD WHAT THE FUCK was with the Titos, he said he quit drinking! I wanted the dad from the Kodak reel back, the one who was at my wedding, NOT THE SAME OLD PIECE OF SHIT-' . (blood runs down his fingers)
"That's weird, I feel funny all the sudden... bad tacos? OhhhHhh nooo-"
Stan stumbles as the other wrestlers ask him if he is okay. Waving them off, he tucks protecting his face like a scene out of Phantom of the Opera heading toward the parking garage. S-S-Stan... it's me, pop! You were a great son, I just wanted you to know, before...
Stan _ 'BEFORE WHAT!? POP!? HOW?? I never meant to hurt you, I just- I just... snapped... was it me? I don't know what it was...' . (His head jerks violently as if being possessed)
"What is happening to me!? Why is my inner monologue so far inward? Hello?! HELLLOOOO!?"
Like a light switch, his disposition changes. Eyes glisten within a delightful grin.
"HEEELLLLLLPPPPP!!!! It's NOT ME! HE'S NOT ME!"
Stan ? 'Pipe down in there! I'll slap you and put you back in the corner, Stanley! You and Thomas have pissed me off for the last time! You come into my house to hurt me??! Now I'm going to hurt you, and have the career I deserve from engineering you to be The Standard. YOU OWE ME!! YOU NEVER LET ME IN! Now I get my chance! So SHUT UP and take the back seat you have earned, STANLEY!' . (fighting himself from side to side like a true lunatic)
An inner struggle causes physical seizures, tossing Stan all over the place in the parking garage. He hits the passenger side of an SUV, then throws himself over into the windshield of a sedan. Cursing at himself under his breath...
"How are you even more of an asshole in death than you were ALIIIIVVVVE?!!?? Don't fuck this up for me out of spite! I didn't know what I didn't know when I did that! Clearly my remorse is written all over my face. Let it go, pop. You died. I'm so sorry-"
A punch to his own nose. Stan grimaces, holding his own nose backward to stop the bleeding.
Stan ? 'SHOVE YOUR SORRY'S!!! Don't WANT THEM. Oh, nooooow you want the gift you complained about for thirty some-odd years? Sit back, daddy is taking charge. You're done fucking up all these wonderful skills we spent our fortune trying to give you. I'm the head of this family!!!! I will not die! We have unfinished business!!' . (picking glass shards out of his back)
"That is NOT NECESSARY! HOW ARE YOU DOING THIS!? AND- and- how's mom?? Is she... there? Mama? Ma-?"
He reaches behind lifting himself up into an unnaturally awkward standing position.
Stan ? 'Shut up, Stanley!! We are doing this together from now on!!!! Get used to it! Stop squirming you little twerp! I'm in control now. We have to work together.' . (neatly brushing himself off turning to examine his new stature)
"NO! This is not together! Let's talk about this! POP! Pop?? Poppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp!"
Stan smiles disturbingly at his own reflection in a car window.
The _ Leviathan Massacre
"Look what we have here. Another nobody. I'm so glad I could be the cleanser for OCW's toxic pallet. Here I am pissing and moaning again- truth be told, I don't mind. It's our little secret. There's actually something mildly fulfilling about a deep clean after a place is neglected so heavily for... years? You can't let losers stick around long-term, it scares away the goods. Has-beens like Steve Black I get for sentimental sake, but Leviathan? What kind of bullshit is this? Are we in A Never-Ending Story? I really hope Bastian shows up before I send this bum to never-never land. My patience has run thin. Being possessed by the ghost of the father you just mistakenly murdered tends to add stress to the situation. Here's yours... The Standard is going to pummel you into a pulp. Simple as that. Decadence will set a tone for the rest of this journey, but Massacre will elevate it to an altitude Leviathan can't survive at. First, he'll get lightheaded, then a little sick- and just like that, WHAM! SPLAT! OOooOFF! You go from hearing the bell ring, to getting your bell rang. Dang. Skull and crossbones on your forehead... then for me, it's onto the next mess with a stupid name. You like coming out to Shattered? I get it. Interesting tune, but you can't carry it. You claim to be about torment and violence, which makes me chuckle! Massacre is going to be Stan putting Levi back into his car seat with a buckle. Careful the words you use, big guy. I think I just heard the black market calling- do you owe people money? Need a loan? Cool. Because you're already living on borrowed time. Standardization isn't what you think! I just beat you until you can never get back up. Ask pop."