Post by dredd on Oct 21, 2008 20:54:39 GMT -6
Dredd: Stop, listen. There is a noise that signals the impending destruction of those about to come face-to-face with the insurmountable force of the Monster.
[He raises a finger to his mouth as to shush.]
Dredd: Shush!
[There is silence. The working of the clock's mechanisms can be heard.]
Dredd: That is sound of the counting down of one's life. One tick, one tock at a time. This time, the clock strikes on the SNW at Natural Selection. Sunday, November 2nd, will be the last of any that stand in the way of progress. Those that are standing in my way are standing in the way of SNW’s progress. The progress that will lead them to the top of the wrestling heap and out of the rinky-dink sheds in Texas. Once I assume my domination of SNW’s rank and file, there is no one that will stand in my way. Those that try will be crushed beneath my feet, the feet of the Monster. There is no escape from the red right hand of Dredd. In this the era, time is counting down and soon there will be nothing but strength controlling the World. The World, I am talking about is Sport Nutz Wrestling. This is my domain. I can see all that I want from here. I can see the minnows of SNW. I can see what causes distress in others. I am dominance.
[Dredd gets up and looks out a small window in the clock.]
Dredd: These people that do not what is going to confront them in the following weeks. They think that are safe in their perfect little worlds. They have insulated themselves from the greater society, in their minds, in their communities. They are like all of the peons that populate SNW. They do not what will confront them tomorrow, or the next day. They have underestimated the power of the world. Just as, everyone, within Sports Nutz will have underestimated the power of this Monster. I will grab them. I will make them feel pain that they have never experienced before.
[Dredd stretches his arms out to either side, like he is being crucified.]
Dredd: The roster of SNW moves around in its own little world. Not knowing what is going to confront them, whether it’s sheltered from the world in a mind of delusional fantasies, or hiding behind the aura of pompous extravagance. Every single wrestler of the roster in front of me, every single one of my victims at Natural Selection is afraid confront reality. The world they see is a world, seen through rose-colored glasses.
[Dredd lowers his arms.]
Dredd: That is the world that the New Dynasty and Delphine Marx come from. Of course, we all know of their hardships...Cairo and his life in the Bronx, Kaos and his life running in gangs. Delphine and her drug abuse. Life is so difficult there; in the places they put themselves. It is a bad, bad place. Yet, I guarantee you that they have never experienced true hardship, nor seen, or felt, pain. Physical pain goes away, it does not affect your entire life. Mental torture -- that is what true pain is about. Now, the Marxists will feel true pain as manipulate everything they do. I will twist their thoughts in knots. They will never understand what is happening to them. They lack the capabilities to understand. Just like the world today. It is about them. No one cares about others. Only when a great tragedy engulfs them do they care. Like, the tragedy I will inflict upon them at Natural Selection. I will make them care. They will see that the Apocalypse is not some big story, about the end of the world. The Apocalypse...is a confrontation with me. It confronts and destroys everyone and everything in its path. Just as it will confront, and destroy, the Marxists on November 2nd. It will be the end of their existence.
[Dredd walks over to the duffle bag.]
Dredd: The weaponry of today is all artificial. The Marxists require weaponry. They need their chairs, their pipes, their garbage bins, their canes and their bling. They fail to realise that the best weaponry is from the mind.
[Dredd pulls an SKS Chinese Assault rifle out of the duffle bag.]
Dredd: I could kill hundreds, thousands with this. But, why would I need to? When I can manipulate the minds of a select few. Those few can influence the others and then I control all. I already control millions. Do I control you? Maybe, who knows. Even the SNW champion in Hellspawn does not know what influences I hold over him maybe he will never know.
[Dredd moves to the window.]
Dredd: I could each and every one of them down, as they walk, run or canter about their daily lives. But I will not, because I have no need to pretend to be something that I am not. I have already been painted with the brush that says I wish to maim and injured everyone, that I possess the need to inflict misery on everyone in SNW. That is simply not true; I do not have to dismember or injury anyone. And I won’t unless I feel there is a specific need; an example that needs to made, or a threat vanquished; or something untoward that needs avenging. Everyone that steps in the ring opposite me at Natural Selection will know that any luck they previously held will have run out, because the weak of will and weak of body are no longer there to be picked on. Now, everyone opposite me will have to feel my wrath. Like everyone that is confronted with real competition, the Marxists will break down, cry and beg for mercy from their opponents.
[Dredd throws the rifle down and returns to his position on the stool.]
Dredd: I have no need for this. It is a nothing but a throw away, just like my opponents are going to be a Natural Selection… throwaways... Kaos and Cairo, you form your own little tag team… it doesn’t matter, you are nothing to me. You say you are out to be the ‘New Dynasty’, well let me in on a little secret, just don't cry when I tell you this…
[Dredd fakes a sniffle.]
Dredd: When the pair of you and Delphine step into the ring against me, the Monster, it is your destruction is all they will be talking about. Now, don't cry...
[Talking like he's talking to a baby, mocking the Marxists.]
Dredd: Oh, poor baby. Did I upset you? Come to daddy, I'll make it better...
[Dredd's voice changes to that of a parental disciplinary tone. Still mocking The Marxists.]
Dredd: I'll kick your f*cking little ass. You think you are some hotshots don't you. Well, punks it's a shame. You could have been something, but you had to earn the ire of the Monster. Now I'm just going to have to smack the taste out of your mouths.
[Dredd's tone changes back to its original menacing tone.]
Dredd: That taste, Marxists is the blood that is running out from your vitals, as they seep precious blood. Your insides will be all crushed and broken. Your life flashing before your eyes... in your final moments, you will face the Monster and with your last breath you will be sent...Into the Abyss...into darkness, your life gone.
November 2nd, at Natural Selection anyone that comes to stand toe-to-toe with Dredd: the Monster. The tower of destruction, death and dominance. They will be destroyed like Pompeii in the flows of lava by the red right hand of Dredd.
Adios!
Dredd blows out the oil lamp. His shadowy figure can be seen moving in the darkness. Fade to Black.