Post by M.D.K. on Nov 12, 2017 18:08:44 GMT -5
We find ourselves at a country manor in rural England. The camera pans over the expansive grounds focussing on the large statue that stands proudly outside the marble pillar flanked doors that lead into the main house and suddenly who this house belongs to becomes immediately clear. The statue is of M.D.K. standing atop a mountain of skulls while holding the head of a figure that doesn’t look too dissimilar to Chris Page but for likeness and image rights purposes… it definitely isn’t.
We make our way through the entrance hallway and we hear two sets of footsteps make their way along the corridors of this great building. They belong to the WGWF World Heavyweight Champion M.D.K. and of his queen Alyce Starchylde.
Starchylde: “You never told me you still had a place back in England…”
M.D.K.: “I never told I took a shit on a Dutch Girl’s chest for fifty Euros during a stag trip to Amsterdam…”
Starchylde: “Wow…”
M.D.K.: “I just didn’t think we were the over-sharing couple… We have us things and we have you and I things… You know, like deaths in your family…”
Starchylde: “I’m sorry… that was something I had to do on my own…”
M.D.K.: “It’s not for apologising… We have our separate worlds and I am happy with that. Where you are from sounds pretty fucked up…”
Starchylde: “Coming from you that is saying something…”
M.D.K.: “It’s fine. We don’t need to be one of those matching cagoule… I am perfectly happy with a bottle of tequila and a tub of lube kind of night with you…”
Starchylde: “Never gonna happen…”
M.D.K.: “I’ll keep trying…”
Starchylde: “So how do you maintain a place like this? It’s hardly going to be cheap to keep a house like this empty.”
M.D.K.: “Who says it’s kept empty?”
Starchylde: “So what goes on here?”
M.D.K.: “A legacy is forged my dear…”
He looks over at a figure who is off camera.
M.D.K.: “Bring me my throne and props…”
Starchylde: “… what?”
M.D.K.: “Wait and see…”
A man appears wheeling a wheelchair with a few things places onto the seat. Alyce stares at the chair and then up at M.D.K. again.
Starchylde: “Tell me this isn’t happening…”
But M.D.K. is already slipping the bald cap onto his head and grinning manically.
M.D.K.: “It could be worse. I wanted a ‘speak and spell’ and to tilt my head to one side and pretend to be Steven Hawking but the fascist censors vetoed it… Here, you have a costume too…”
We cut to an old school classroom where a teacher leads a class of teenagers. There is an old school blackboard with a few basic maths problems as well as a statement that simply states ‘Drugs = Bad’. The door to the classroom opens and M.D.K. wheels himself in the wheel chair and has a bald cap on to complete the look. Alyce skips in afterwards in a Japanese Schoolgirl outfit and sits front and centre of the classroom to the delight of some of the classmates.
M.D.K.: “Boys and girls, I am the Professor of this Academy for the wickedly gifted and while you may seldom see me, I see each and every one of your reports and understand what each and every one of you can do.”
He wheels up and down as he continues to speak.
M.D.K.: “See, once in every generation, there is an asshole that puts other assholes to shame. They are heroes in the eyes of this esteemed academy and we strive to make each and every one of you a little bit more of an asshole with every lesson you take here. It started with Marcus Brutus in 44B.C. with his heroic part in the downfall of Julius Caesar and goes all the way to present day when The Great President Trump strives to make the world a better place.”
“When I am in class, I am here to teach you the way of the asshole and the history of the asshole… So for today’s history, we will talk about a year I have selected at random…”
He turns to write on the blackboard and realises that he is too low down to reach. He struggles for a moment before swearing to himself and standing up before tipping the chair over in a huff.
M.D.K.: “I don’t know how spastics put up with that…”
He looks up at the stunned classroom. He looks momentarily stunned before raising his arms in celebration.
M.D.K.: “It’s a miracle!”
Alyce puts her head in her hands as M.D.K. turns to the board and etches the year selected at ‘random’.
M.D.K.: “2007. A year where so much happened and so many assholes could be nominated but as dean of this classroom, I have whittled it down to two people.”
He pulls the first picture down…
M.D.K.: “This is Cho Seung-hoi; perpetrator of the Virginia Tech shooting where fifty people were killed of which over thirty were fatally wounded.”
He pulls the second image down.
M.D.K.: “This is Chronic Chris Page; WGWF ‘Superstar’ former World Heavyweight Champion and the fucking peasant that ruined my hopes and dreams ten years ago!”
M.D.K. starts to lose his temper before biting down on his knuckle and counting to ten. He breathes deeply and turns back to the crowd smiling broadly.
M.D.K.: “Now class. These two have fundamental differences but both are assholes… Cho shot and killed innocent teachers and students. Chris Page took my WGWF World Heavyweight Championship away from me. Cho killed a Holocaust survivor while Mr Page caused me to face horrors akin to the Holocaust with the loss I suffered upon losing that title. Students no older than you sat here now having to go through the horrific course of events and sat frozen in fear as they witness the horror of me not being able to get up for a ten count which saw me lose my precious gold. Now, who in your eyes students is the biggest asshole?”
The class look at each other bewildered at such an absurd comparison. Alyce raises her hand excitedly.
M.D.K.: “Yes Miss Starchylde?”
Starchylde: “I believe the answer is Chris Page sir…”
M.D.K.: “Very good Miss Starchylde!”
Starchylde: “Thank you sir…”
M.D.K.: “Keep up with that tone of voice and there’ll be an extension program with your name on it…”
Alyce smiles wickedly as M.D.K. picks up a cane and whacks it against the image of Chris Page.
M.D.K.: “And do you children know why this… is a bigger asshole than Mr Cho over there?”
Silence greets him as it obviously should.
M.D.K.: “Because at least Cho had the decency to put a gun to his temple and blow his fucking brains out. While ten years on, this asshole is still here. This asshole hasn’t done anybody a decent turn and can you just imagine how much better all of our lives would be had this fucking knave done us all a favour by blowing his grey matter across a hotel room.”
“But he remains to be a thorn in my side and in a few short days’ time, he will make another play for my throne and for my title. But the glory of history is that when you deal with assholes, you shouldn’t let history repeat itself. That’s why gun control in the United States has been tightened up and another tragedy like that hasn’t occurred in at least fifteen minutes…”
He looks awkward before continuing.
M.D.K.: “But with me… I am not the type to let history repeat itself which is why at Caged In you people are in for a treat… history won’t repeat itself and the future will be forged in the blood of the inferior… Class dismissed…”
The class leaves except for Alyce as M.D.K. slips the bald cap off and embraces Alyce…
Starchylde: “It might be over the line but I can’t wait for another chapter in our legacy.”
They embrace tighter and kiss as the camera fades out.
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M.D.K: “Caged In is about many things between two men in one match. There is history; well-charted, heavily documented and brutal. There is a rivalry; a bloody, fierce and passionate one. There is animosity; born out of envy, out of hunger and out of respect. And there is a championship; a symbol of dominance, a sign of superiority and one that is synonymous with both you and I Chris.”
M.D.K. emerges from the woods and walks across the gravel path that sprawls out ahead of a backdrop of the impressive country manor we were in earlier. Clad in a wax jacket, Hunter wellington boots and with a hunting rifle slung over his shoulder, M.D.K. strides along without his standard smirk across his face and instead sports one of steely determination. He continues to speak.
M.D.K.: “Chris, to say that you and I have history I like saying that water is wet, or ice is cold or that Sentinel is a plucky loser… We have forged the foundations of this company through grit, determination and god given ability… And while I swanned around the world and continue to dominate and decimate across the globe, you stayed here to remain a mainstay of this company. You stayed here to galvanise the locker-room, you cemented your place in WGWF annals as the greatest of all time in the WGWF wile my name rocketed across the globe into something that traversed companies, transcended wrestling and created the pop culture icon standing before you today. Lord of all I can see and the King of the WGWF… Some might refer to me as a Mad King, a vile King but one this stands true. There is one true king, one true lord and saviour and he is talking to you right now.”
“Our history is steeped in bloody conflicts. In three World Heavyweight Title matches, we couldn’t be separated after nearly three hours of competition, the belt changed hands twice and in the end… you walked away as champion. History will always state that you were the one that walked away with the title and that I walked away…”
He sighs and looks out across the chilly land that grows darker as the winter sun starts to set.
M.D.K.: “That was the toughest decision of my life but one that I did not just for me and my mental health but for the benefit of you and the entire WGWF. You know first-hand as does Tristan exactly how far I would go for glory and to capture a victory and in a rivalry as bitter as ours was the first time around, I would have torn the very fabric of this company apart in order to capture what was rightfully mine. Do you honestly believe that I would have stopped hounding you until this title was mine once again?”
“Had I kept chasing, it would have been the end of the WGWF, the end of this industry and the end of you and I as the men we were back then. Those three hours of competition changed both of us but it wouldn’t have ended us like my continued pursuit would have. Sure, people might scoff at me performing an altruistic act but it was an act of self-preservation more than anything else.”
“History has changed many things in the past decade since those last fateful battles. We have changed our outlooks on life, we have changed our stance on those around us but two things have not changed above all else. We are still standing at polar opposites of the spectrum on that see-saw of morality and while you appear to have had some form of internal epiphany and personal shift of your moral landscape, one other thing remains the same and it was made evident earlier this week.”
“You’re still hiding behind the apron strings of Adam Barker aren’t you Chrissy? You were doing it ten years ago and you are still doing it today. Still running to the teacher the moment you don’t believe that things will go your way, still trying to shift the fight in your favour and still trying to curry favour with the powers that be aren’t you Page? You know that now isn’t any different to back then in that you can’t do a fucking thing against me without an entourage and an audience and a fucking cherry on top in order to fuck me over. That’s the only way that you can beat me these days. Last week was testament to that. Hiding behind those who are bigger and better than you is your only hope in hell of being anybody. You have Barker being your sugar daddy all over again and now with the added bonus of having your son idolising you and willing to do anything to make sure he can watch his daddy go far.”
“Let’s be honest Chris, that’s the only reason you have dusted off the carcass of Barker and the only reason you offer that poor kid Andy a cursory glance in his direction isn’t it? I may be a devious son of a bitch but what you see with me is exactly what you get and my intentions are clear. You keep on convincing your son, your fans and even yourself that you are so holier than though but I can see it Chrissy… I can see it in your eyes that if your son… your own flesh and blood stood between you and my World Heavyweight Championship, you wouldn’t bat an eyelid at swatting him out of the way and stepping over him to get what you want. You would give anything just to get a sniff at this title once again in order for you to feel remotely significant once again.”
He undoes his jacket to reveal that the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship is wrapped around his waist.
M.D.K.: “So you can slap on a Mexican wrestling mask, you can hide behind Slater and his pet potato and you can try and run down my queen… You can dredge up carcasses of the past and use your offspring as human shields all you want Chrissy boy. You can use gimmick after gimmick to get one over me but have a think back to the past month or so since you wangled your way to a shot at this belt. Think of every time we have had a level playing field for meeting up and think of everything I have done to you… No gimmicks and no games. I just beat you up, beat you down and beat you bloody and I’ll be honest… I loved every single fucking minute of it.”
He walks along the gravel pathway into a field with the gun now over his shoulder and a casual look over his face.
M.D.K.: “There’s been a lot of talk of me defending this Championship and how when it came to defending it, I just couldn’t cut it and I struggled and all I have heard from the locker-room, my rivals and my critics is how I’m a chaser and how I do it well but the moment I get to my goal, I have nothing left.”
As he continues to walk through the chilly field, we can hear animals in the distance as M.D.K. continues.
M.D.K.: “Ten years ago I would have agreed with you and the M.D.K. of 2007 would have struggled to stay at the top. M.D.K. of ten years ago was hungry for new challenges. I had achieved the three major singles titles in this company faster than Slater’s Pet Potato would be able to cause the death of another loved one. I was constantly craving a new challenge and a fresh challenge and there was nothing left for that M.D.K. in the WGWF back then. He’d beaten everyone, he’d crushed every veteran, every challenger to his throne and he sat on the top of the mountain. M.D.K. of 2007 was always on the hunt for a fresh challenge. That’s why he travelled the world, that why he went to Sin City Wrestling and became the World Champion there, GWF, NWW, and BDW… It’s why he dominated tournaments; it’s why he stunned the World in the Experts events and why his name became synonymous with victory.”
“2017 M.D.K. is a little different. 2017 M.D.K. has been everywhere, done everything and had a t-shirt bought by each and every one of you sorry peons, peasants and pissants… You’re welcome by the way… So I came home and I won what I hadn’t previously – The West Coast Rumble – and I did it in the sweetest possible way. I did it by crushing you once again. I tossed you like a fucking rag doll and left you ruing another opportunity squandered because of me. I then ended hot streaks of the undefeated, broke bodies, crushed spirits and took time out to find a special lady who understands this labyrinthine mind that I have. I took on studs from my time away and snapped them in half like firewood and I got each and every one of you queuing around the block in the hope of buying a ticket to see me and me alone. It’s my shoulders and my shoulder alone that carry this company, it’s my face on the billboards and it’s because of me that each and every fat, sweaty triple acne sporting fuck-knuckle pays to sit in the cheap seats and call me an asshole. It’s because of me that the cash registers are full to the brim and it’s thanks to me Chris Page, that you are still remotely relevant in 2017 and for that, you are more than welcome.”
He continues to walk and the sound is becoming clearer as we get closer. It sounds like dogs barking wildly while another animal whimpers back defiantly.
M.D.K.: “You and I are the last bastions of a golden generation. A generation that had two genders, where women knew their place and nobody was offended by simple comments by simple people. Where freedom of speech didn’t have terms and conditions, where men were men and women were obedient and where a selfie is what you wish you had done instead of knocking up that woman all those years ago… It’s ok Chrissy, you don’t need to tell me otherwise. We can all see the disappointment in your eyes every time you look at Andy, we all know he’s not what you wanted but damn, you should be proud that a kid like that has the bollocks to step up and try and follow your footsteps. I just wonder if he’ll try to draft in a fucking entourage to match up to you and all of your little helpers.”
We finally get to the source of the noise. Two old Rottweilers circle each other and both are bloodied while a pack of dogs circle the pair of them. The younger dogs snap at the hind legs of the older dogs as they fight and both are wounded from their scrap but all of the younger dogs still back away. As M.D.K. arrives at the scene, he finally lets out a smirk.
M.D.K.: “Do I need to spell out this analogy Page? I’m sure you understand this but let me help you out here. We are the last two old dogs of this company. We bear the scars of our endeavours both physically and mentally and have seen everything there has been to see and despite having every youngster snapping at our heels, we are still the two biggest attractions that the WGWF has to offer. You can keep the pretty boy with the patter, his pet potato and the token black guy. Hell even your son will be up there and as for my sweet, nourishing queen? She’ll certainly be a contender one day but for now? It’s the two old dogs headlining Caged In in Columbus, Ohio for the biggest prize in this company…”
One of the old dogs tumbles backwards and quick as a flash, M.D.K. presses his boot across its throat and looks at the camera.
M.D.K.: “Unfortunately for you Chris, one of those old dogs is getting put down at Caged In…”
The old dog struggles against the boot as the young dogs and the other dog watch on warily as the pinned old dog’s legs kick to free itself. M.D.K. cocks the gun and aims it at the old dog’s head as we pan out and hear a loud gunshot that sends birds flying from their trees and causes all of the other dogs to scarper… except for the other old dog who limps up to the blood soaked hand of M.D.K. and licks it. M.D.K. lowers his gun and ruffles the head of the old dog before looking into the camera.
M.D.K.: “Caged In is it for you Chris; Caged In is when I put you down once and for all old friend. Caged In is time for you to bite the bullet and admit once and for all that you are truly… and utterly… INFERIOR…”
He fixes his gaze on the camera for a few moments before the camera pans to a wide shot of him striding away with the old dog walking closely behind him.
We make our way through the entrance hallway and we hear two sets of footsteps make their way along the corridors of this great building. They belong to the WGWF World Heavyweight Champion M.D.K. and of his queen Alyce Starchylde.
Starchylde: “You never told me you still had a place back in England…”
M.D.K.: “I never told I took a shit on a Dutch Girl’s chest for fifty Euros during a stag trip to Amsterdam…”
Starchylde: “Wow…”
M.D.K.: “I just didn’t think we were the over-sharing couple… We have us things and we have you and I things… You know, like deaths in your family…”
Starchylde: “I’m sorry… that was something I had to do on my own…”
M.D.K.: “It’s not for apologising… We have our separate worlds and I am happy with that. Where you are from sounds pretty fucked up…”
Starchylde: “Coming from you that is saying something…”
M.D.K.: “It’s fine. We don’t need to be one of those matching cagoule… I am perfectly happy with a bottle of tequila and a tub of lube kind of night with you…”
Starchylde: “Never gonna happen…”
M.D.K.: “I’ll keep trying…”
Starchylde: “So how do you maintain a place like this? It’s hardly going to be cheap to keep a house like this empty.”
M.D.K.: “Who says it’s kept empty?”
Starchylde: “So what goes on here?”
M.D.K.: “A legacy is forged my dear…”
He looks over at a figure who is off camera.
M.D.K.: “Bring me my throne and props…”
Starchylde: “… what?”
M.D.K.: “Wait and see…”
A man appears wheeling a wheelchair with a few things places onto the seat. Alyce stares at the chair and then up at M.D.K. again.
Starchylde: “Tell me this isn’t happening…”
But M.D.K. is already slipping the bald cap onto his head and grinning manically.
M.D.K.: “It could be worse. I wanted a ‘speak and spell’ and to tilt my head to one side and pretend to be Steven Hawking but the fascist censors vetoed it… Here, you have a costume too…”
We cut to an old school classroom where a teacher leads a class of teenagers. There is an old school blackboard with a few basic maths problems as well as a statement that simply states ‘Drugs = Bad’. The door to the classroom opens and M.D.K. wheels himself in the wheel chair and has a bald cap on to complete the look. Alyce skips in afterwards in a Japanese Schoolgirl outfit and sits front and centre of the classroom to the delight of some of the classmates.
M.D.K.: “Boys and girls, I am the Professor of this Academy for the wickedly gifted and while you may seldom see me, I see each and every one of your reports and understand what each and every one of you can do.”
He wheels up and down as he continues to speak.
M.D.K.: “See, once in every generation, there is an asshole that puts other assholes to shame. They are heroes in the eyes of this esteemed academy and we strive to make each and every one of you a little bit more of an asshole with every lesson you take here. It started with Marcus Brutus in 44B.C. with his heroic part in the downfall of Julius Caesar and goes all the way to present day when The Great President Trump strives to make the world a better place.”
“When I am in class, I am here to teach you the way of the asshole and the history of the asshole… So for today’s history, we will talk about a year I have selected at random…”
He turns to write on the blackboard and realises that he is too low down to reach. He struggles for a moment before swearing to himself and standing up before tipping the chair over in a huff.
M.D.K.: “I don’t know how spastics put up with that…”
He looks up at the stunned classroom. He looks momentarily stunned before raising his arms in celebration.
M.D.K.: “It’s a miracle!”
Alyce puts her head in her hands as M.D.K. turns to the board and etches the year selected at ‘random’.
M.D.K.: “2007. A year where so much happened and so many assholes could be nominated but as dean of this classroom, I have whittled it down to two people.”
He pulls the first picture down…
M.D.K.: “This is Cho Seung-hoi; perpetrator of the Virginia Tech shooting where fifty people were killed of which over thirty were fatally wounded.”
He pulls the second image down.
M.D.K.: “This is Chronic Chris Page; WGWF ‘Superstar’ former World Heavyweight Champion and the fucking peasant that ruined my hopes and dreams ten years ago!”
M.D.K. starts to lose his temper before biting down on his knuckle and counting to ten. He breathes deeply and turns back to the crowd smiling broadly.
M.D.K.: “Now class. These two have fundamental differences but both are assholes… Cho shot and killed innocent teachers and students. Chris Page took my WGWF World Heavyweight Championship away from me. Cho killed a Holocaust survivor while Mr Page caused me to face horrors akin to the Holocaust with the loss I suffered upon losing that title. Students no older than you sat here now having to go through the horrific course of events and sat frozen in fear as they witness the horror of me not being able to get up for a ten count which saw me lose my precious gold. Now, who in your eyes students is the biggest asshole?”
The class look at each other bewildered at such an absurd comparison. Alyce raises her hand excitedly.
M.D.K.: “Yes Miss Starchylde?”
Starchylde: “I believe the answer is Chris Page sir…”
M.D.K.: “Very good Miss Starchylde!”
Starchylde: “Thank you sir…”
M.D.K.: “Keep up with that tone of voice and there’ll be an extension program with your name on it…”
Alyce smiles wickedly as M.D.K. picks up a cane and whacks it against the image of Chris Page.
M.D.K.: “And do you children know why this… is a bigger asshole than Mr Cho over there?”
Silence greets him as it obviously should.
M.D.K.: “Because at least Cho had the decency to put a gun to his temple and blow his fucking brains out. While ten years on, this asshole is still here. This asshole hasn’t done anybody a decent turn and can you just imagine how much better all of our lives would be had this fucking knave done us all a favour by blowing his grey matter across a hotel room.”
“But he remains to be a thorn in my side and in a few short days’ time, he will make another play for my throne and for my title. But the glory of history is that when you deal with assholes, you shouldn’t let history repeat itself. That’s why gun control in the United States has been tightened up and another tragedy like that hasn’t occurred in at least fifteen minutes…”
He looks awkward before continuing.
M.D.K.: “But with me… I am not the type to let history repeat itself which is why at Caged In you people are in for a treat… history won’t repeat itself and the future will be forged in the blood of the inferior… Class dismissed…”
The class leaves except for Alyce as M.D.K. slips the bald cap off and embraces Alyce…
Starchylde: “It might be over the line but I can’t wait for another chapter in our legacy.”
They embrace tighter and kiss as the camera fades out.
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M.D.K: “Caged In is about many things between two men in one match. There is history; well-charted, heavily documented and brutal. There is a rivalry; a bloody, fierce and passionate one. There is animosity; born out of envy, out of hunger and out of respect. And there is a championship; a symbol of dominance, a sign of superiority and one that is synonymous with both you and I Chris.”
M.D.K. emerges from the woods and walks across the gravel path that sprawls out ahead of a backdrop of the impressive country manor we were in earlier. Clad in a wax jacket, Hunter wellington boots and with a hunting rifle slung over his shoulder, M.D.K. strides along without his standard smirk across his face and instead sports one of steely determination. He continues to speak.
M.D.K.: “Chris, to say that you and I have history I like saying that water is wet, or ice is cold or that Sentinel is a plucky loser… We have forged the foundations of this company through grit, determination and god given ability… And while I swanned around the world and continue to dominate and decimate across the globe, you stayed here to remain a mainstay of this company. You stayed here to galvanise the locker-room, you cemented your place in WGWF annals as the greatest of all time in the WGWF wile my name rocketed across the globe into something that traversed companies, transcended wrestling and created the pop culture icon standing before you today. Lord of all I can see and the King of the WGWF… Some might refer to me as a Mad King, a vile King but one this stands true. There is one true king, one true lord and saviour and he is talking to you right now.”
“Our history is steeped in bloody conflicts. In three World Heavyweight Title matches, we couldn’t be separated after nearly three hours of competition, the belt changed hands twice and in the end… you walked away as champion. History will always state that you were the one that walked away with the title and that I walked away…”
He sighs and looks out across the chilly land that grows darker as the winter sun starts to set.
M.D.K.: “That was the toughest decision of my life but one that I did not just for me and my mental health but for the benefit of you and the entire WGWF. You know first-hand as does Tristan exactly how far I would go for glory and to capture a victory and in a rivalry as bitter as ours was the first time around, I would have torn the very fabric of this company apart in order to capture what was rightfully mine. Do you honestly believe that I would have stopped hounding you until this title was mine once again?”
“Had I kept chasing, it would have been the end of the WGWF, the end of this industry and the end of you and I as the men we were back then. Those three hours of competition changed both of us but it wouldn’t have ended us like my continued pursuit would have. Sure, people might scoff at me performing an altruistic act but it was an act of self-preservation more than anything else.”
“History has changed many things in the past decade since those last fateful battles. We have changed our outlooks on life, we have changed our stance on those around us but two things have not changed above all else. We are still standing at polar opposites of the spectrum on that see-saw of morality and while you appear to have had some form of internal epiphany and personal shift of your moral landscape, one other thing remains the same and it was made evident earlier this week.”
“You’re still hiding behind the apron strings of Adam Barker aren’t you Chrissy? You were doing it ten years ago and you are still doing it today. Still running to the teacher the moment you don’t believe that things will go your way, still trying to shift the fight in your favour and still trying to curry favour with the powers that be aren’t you Page? You know that now isn’t any different to back then in that you can’t do a fucking thing against me without an entourage and an audience and a fucking cherry on top in order to fuck me over. That’s the only way that you can beat me these days. Last week was testament to that. Hiding behind those who are bigger and better than you is your only hope in hell of being anybody. You have Barker being your sugar daddy all over again and now with the added bonus of having your son idolising you and willing to do anything to make sure he can watch his daddy go far.”
“Let’s be honest Chris, that’s the only reason you have dusted off the carcass of Barker and the only reason you offer that poor kid Andy a cursory glance in his direction isn’t it? I may be a devious son of a bitch but what you see with me is exactly what you get and my intentions are clear. You keep on convincing your son, your fans and even yourself that you are so holier than though but I can see it Chrissy… I can see it in your eyes that if your son… your own flesh and blood stood between you and my World Heavyweight Championship, you wouldn’t bat an eyelid at swatting him out of the way and stepping over him to get what you want. You would give anything just to get a sniff at this title once again in order for you to feel remotely significant once again.”
He undoes his jacket to reveal that the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship is wrapped around his waist.
M.D.K.: “So you can slap on a Mexican wrestling mask, you can hide behind Slater and his pet potato and you can try and run down my queen… You can dredge up carcasses of the past and use your offspring as human shields all you want Chrissy boy. You can use gimmick after gimmick to get one over me but have a think back to the past month or so since you wangled your way to a shot at this belt. Think of every time we have had a level playing field for meeting up and think of everything I have done to you… No gimmicks and no games. I just beat you up, beat you down and beat you bloody and I’ll be honest… I loved every single fucking minute of it.”
He walks along the gravel pathway into a field with the gun now over his shoulder and a casual look over his face.
M.D.K.: “There’s been a lot of talk of me defending this Championship and how when it came to defending it, I just couldn’t cut it and I struggled and all I have heard from the locker-room, my rivals and my critics is how I’m a chaser and how I do it well but the moment I get to my goal, I have nothing left.”
As he continues to walk through the chilly field, we can hear animals in the distance as M.D.K. continues.
M.D.K.: “Ten years ago I would have agreed with you and the M.D.K. of 2007 would have struggled to stay at the top. M.D.K. of ten years ago was hungry for new challenges. I had achieved the three major singles titles in this company faster than Slater’s Pet Potato would be able to cause the death of another loved one. I was constantly craving a new challenge and a fresh challenge and there was nothing left for that M.D.K. in the WGWF back then. He’d beaten everyone, he’d crushed every veteran, every challenger to his throne and he sat on the top of the mountain. M.D.K. of 2007 was always on the hunt for a fresh challenge. That’s why he travelled the world, that why he went to Sin City Wrestling and became the World Champion there, GWF, NWW, and BDW… It’s why he dominated tournaments; it’s why he stunned the World in the Experts events and why his name became synonymous with victory.”
“2017 M.D.K. is a little different. 2017 M.D.K. has been everywhere, done everything and had a t-shirt bought by each and every one of you sorry peons, peasants and pissants… You’re welcome by the way… So I came home and I won what I hadn’t previously – The West Coast Rumble – and I did it in the sweetest possible way. I did it by crushing you once again. I tossed you like a fucking rag doll and left you ruing another opportunity squandered because of me. I then ended hot streaks of the undefeated, broke bodies, crushed spirits and took time out to find a special lady who understands this labyrinthine mind that I have. I took on studs from my time away and snapped them in half like firewood and I got each and every one of you queuing around the block in the hope of buying a ticket to see me and me alone. It’s my shoulders and my shoulder alone that carry this company, it’s my face on the billboards and it’s because of me that each and every fat, sweaty triple acne sporting fuck-knuckle pays to sit in the cheap seats and call me an asshole. It’s because of me that the cash registers are full to the brim and it’s thanks to me Chris Page, that you are still remotely relevant in 2017 and for that, you are more than welcome.”
He continues to walk and the sound is becoming clearer as we get closer. It sounds like dogs barking wildly while another animal whimpers back defiantly.
M.D.K.: “You and I are the last bastions of a golden generation. A generation that had two genders, where women knew their place and nobody was offended by simple comments by simple people. Where freedom of speech didn’t have terms and conditions, where men were men and women were obedient and where a selfie is what you wish you had done instead of knocking up that woman all those years ago… It’s ok Chrissy, you don’t need to tell me otherwise. We can all see the disappointment in your eyes every time you look at Andy, we all know he’s not what you wanted but damn, you should be proud that a kid like that has the bollocks to step up and try and follow your footsteps. I just wonder if he’ll try to draft in a fucking entourage to match up to you and all of your little helpers.”
We finally get to the source of the noise. Two old Rottweilers circle each other and both are bloodied while a pack of dogs circle the pair of them. The younger dogs snap at the hind legs of the older dogs as they fight and both are wounded from their scrap but all of the younger dogs still back away. As M.D.K. arrives at the scene, he finally lets out a smirk.
M.D.K.: “Do I need to spell out this analogy Page? I’m sure you understand this but let me help you out here. We are the last two old dogs of this company. We bear the scars of our endeavours both physically and mentally and have seen everything there has been to see and despite having every youngster snapping at our heels, we are still the two biggest attractions that the WGWF has to offer. You can keep the pretty boy with the patter, his pet potato and the token black guy. Hell even your son will be up there and as for my sweet, nourishing queen? She’ll certainly be a contender one day but for now? It’s the two old dogs headlining Caged In in Columbus, Ohio for the biggest prize in this company…”
One of the old dogs tumbles backwards and quick as a flash, M.D.K. presses his boot across its throat and looks at the camera.
M.D.K.: “Unfortunately for you Chris, one of those old dogs is getting put down at Caged In…”
The old dog struggles against the boot as the young dogs and the other dog watch on warily as the pinned old dog’s legs kick to free itself. M.D.K. cocks the gun and aims it at the old dog’s head as we pan out and hear a loud gunshot that sends birds flying from their trees and causes all of the other dogs to scarper… except for the other old dog who limps up to the blood soaked hand of M.D.K. and licks it. M.D.K. lowers his gun and ruffles the head of the old dog before looking into the camera.
M.D.K.: “Caged In is it for you Chris; Caged In is when I put you down once and for all old friend. Caged In is time for you to bite the bullet and admit once and for all that you are truly… and utterly… INFERIOR…”
He fixes his gaze on the camera for a few moments before the camera pans to a wide shot of him striding away with the old dog walking closely behind him.