Post by M.D.K. on May 27, 2018 19:37:39 GMT -5
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We find M.D.K face to face with the front facing camera of a mobile phone. The background is gloomy... The image is grainy and a warning for a slow connection keeps on coming up as after a brief delay, M.D.K starts to speak to the camera.
M.D.K.: “Listen up peons, peasants and pissants... I am in a less than friendly environment right now doing less than friendly things to even less friendly people all in the name of this glorious sport.”
A figure shouts something in Russian in the background and M.D.K looks over his shoulder nervously.
M.D.K.: “Sorry... I did something unthinkable and oddly pleasurable to get this phone in here and I don’t want to lose it easily. I do regret choosing a Samsung at this point in time though...”
He winces before continuing.
M.D.K.: “But this week on Brawl epitomises my regular greeting each and every week. My Royal Court are being pushed into a glorified squash against a peon, a peasant and a pissant.”
“First we have the peon. The Hawaiian with a dense skull or some shit... A man who made a retirement announcement and then retracted it with the entire world... Shrugging their shoulders indifferently. You suit the Hawaiian shirts though chap. Fat, jolly guys tend to though. If you could go the way of half of Hawaii and just burn out insipidly into the sea, that would be just great...”
“And then we have the Peasant. The new kid in Jim Lolly or some shit. A pure jobber name have I ever seen one. A man whose introduction would normally start with, “In the ring...” because you aren’t worth the fucking pyro. Listen up Lolly, you have been pushed into this match to feed the elite. A peasant sent to appease a king if you will. You’ve had a taste of the WGWF and after Monday night, you won’t be tasting much when you are being fed through a tube. I have to pity you though lad... I mean, you have been paired with a psychotic children’s performer and a morbidly obese volcano survivor... I feel sorry that you have been lumbered with such dead wood...”
“That leaves us with the Pissant... Grimmy Smiles... The puerile acronym forming, Juggalo obsessed with Heath Ledger who has the stage presence of quiche. The chaff of this company might be crapping their pants about you and your parlour tricks but it’s the same shit I have seen time and time again for years now. Ooh a scary socio-path with a penchant for face-paint. Where I have seen that before? Oh yeah... In each and every fucking company I have been in. Deadfolx, Rage, Malice, Dorian Wong, The Mime... The list is fucking endless for cunts like you who have come and gone throughout my career. The result is always the same though, pitch them up against a beast like me, the sweat breaks out on their foreheads, the facepaint runs and all you have left is a scared little boy trying to go toe to toe with the King of this industry. The result will be the same as it always is... You, the peasant and the peon will all be rendered truly... And utterly.... INFERIOR!”
The call cuts out and the scene ends.
We find M.D.K face to face with the front facing camera of a mobile phone. The background is gloomy... The image is grainy and a warning for a slow connection keeps on coming up as after a brief delay, M.D.K starts to speak to the camera.
M.D.K.: “Listen up peons, peasants and pissants... I am in a less than friendly environment right now doing less than friendly things to even less friendly people all in the name of this glorious sport.”
A figure shouts something in Russian in the background and M.D.K looks over his shoulder nervously.
M.D.K.: “Sorry... I did something unthinkable and oddly pleasurable to get this phone in here and I don’t want to lose it easily. I do regret choosing a Samsung at this point in time though...”
He winces before continuing.
M.D.K.: “But this week on Brawl epitomises my regular greeting each and every week. My Royal Court are being pushed into a glorified squash against a peon, a peasant and a pissant.”
“First we have the peon. The Hawaiian with a dense skull or some shit... A man who made a retirement announcement and then retracted it with the entire world... Shrugging their shoulders indifferently. You suit the Hawaiian shirts though chap. Fat, jolly guys tend to though. If you could go the way of half of Hawaii and just burn out insipidly into the sea, that would be just great...”
“And then we have the Peasant. The new kid in Jim Lolly or some shit. A pure jobber name have I ever seen one. A man whose introduction would normally start with, “In the ring...” because you aren’t worth the fucking pyro. Listen up Lolly, you have been pushed into this match to feed the elite. A peasant sent to appease a king if you will. You’ve had a taste of the WGWF and after Monday night, you won’t be tasting much when you are being fed through a tube. I have to pity you though lad... I mean, you have been paired with a psychotic children’s performer and a morbidly obese volcano survivor... I feel sorry that you have been lumbered with such dead wood...”
“That leaves us with the Pissant... Grimmy Smiles... The puerile acronym forming, Juggalo obsessed with Heath Ledger who has the stage presence of quiche. The chaff of this company might be crapping their pants about you and your parlour tricks but it’s the same shit I have seen time and time again for years now. Ooh a scary socio-path with a penchant for face-paint. Where I have seen that before? Oh yeah... In each and every fucking company I have been in. Deadfolx, Rage, Malice, Dorian Wong, The Mime... The list is fucking endless for cunts like you who have come and gone throughout my career. The result is always the same though, pitch them up against a beast like me, the sweat breaks out on their foreheads, the facepaint runs and all you have left is a scared little boy trying to go toe to toe with the King of this industry. The result will be the same as it always is... You, the peasant and the peon will all be rendered truly... And utterly.... INFERIOR!”
The call cuts out and the scene ends.