Post by M.D.K. on Jul 8, 2018 20:57:10 GMT -5
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Paris, France. A city a romance, a city of culture and a city of immense history. A city that has brought us the Eiffel Tower, the Louvre and the Arc D’Triomphe. It was the scene of much bloodshed, romance and heartache. A camera pans across the city and we see lovers and businessmen alike going about their day until we reach a café and the camera fades into monochrome as we see a man sat outside with a cigarette in his hand and a beret on his head. It’s M.D.K. and he smoulders at the camera as his voice speaks over light accordion music. His voice is tick with a heavy terrible fake French accent.
M.D.K.: “I am… ‘ow you say… sitting and watching and waiting as the peasants of zis city go about their menial lives.”
He takes a drag of a cigarette and splutters and coughs profusely as the camera goes back to full colour, M.D.K. tosses the cigarette away with a disgusted look on his face.
M.D.K.: “Who the fuck can ingest this shit on the regular?”
The cigarette flies into the café and ignites it sending M.D.K. flying backwards in his seat across the street as the café is a blazing mess as M.D.K. stands up and dusts himself down and shakes his head.
M.D.K.: “I really hope there wasn’t anyone significant in there…”
Man: “There was an entire family by the name of Câble…”
M.D.K.: “Câble?”
Man: “Oui…”
M.D.K.: “Câble…”
Man: “Errr… Oui…”
M.D.K. turns to the camera and breaks the fourth wall already.
M.D.K.: “And I can say it as much as I can because of that great little doo-dad on top of the a…”
Man: “They call it a circumflex…”
M.D.K.: “Call it what you like, it allows me to call that waste of fucking flesh almost by its name.”
Man: “Are you even talking to me?”
M.D.K. - clearly not talking to him - turns away and places his hands on his hips and shakes his head as he looks at the burning cafe.
M.D.K.: “Fire; a cleansing and unapologetic beast. Something that has brought many to its knees. None more so than the man having yet another bite of the cherry… How many more do you deserve? Alas, that’s not a question for you… or for right now is it? Right now it’s about…”
There’s a creak and M.D.K. is distracted as what is now clearly a burning set rather than an actual cafe wobbles as it continues to burn and M.D.K. looks up in time to watch it fall. He tries to put his arms up but it clatters down and flattens him with a hideous clatter.
Blackness. The sound of rushing water and the sound of voices through water as people from the sound stage set up for this promo gather round the scene of the disaster but we aren’t there now. We are floating through the infinite void of nothingness. Time and space is irrelevant in this place and M.D.K. looks baffled by everything that surrounds him as he is strategically positioned to hide his modesty as he floats entirely naked in this void. He narrows his eyes as he looks down at people tending to his body that remain mangled beneath the blazing rubble and medical officials make their way over to his downed body. He is distracted from that scene by a bright light that is initially in the distance but rapidly draws closer as he narrows his eyes to try and focus on it and suddenly, the figure of Alyce appears before him clad all in white. M.D.K. speaks out to the angel but as his voice echoes through the void, his lips remain motionless as his thoughts project out across the blackness.
M.D.K.: “Are you… an angel?”
Alyce: “Do I look like a fucking angel to you? It’s me you oaf…”
M.D.K.: “Is this what you are really here for? To guide me to the other side? I am dead aren’t I?”
His eyes grow fearful and Alyce rolls her eyes and swims effortlessly across the void to simply slap M.D.K. across the jaw. He shakes his head in surprise and just stares at her. She tilts her head at him.
Alyce: “Right now, your mortal vessel is technically… deceased…”
M.D.K. starts to panic a little more but with one threatening raised hand, M.D.K. remains calm.
Alyce: “But that is because everything that makes you… you is up here contemplating your navel and whether it is worth going back down there.”
M.D.K.: “Why would I not want to go back down there?”
Alyce: “Why wouldn’t you want to stay here? The answers to life, the universe and everything, the clarity and satisfaction and completion of life is here and you become all powerful.”
M.D.K.: “Everything I have built is there, and there is so much for me to do still… In my career, in my life, and my legacy is incomplete. I also can’t give that glorified fucking vegetable the satisfaction of having me not turn up to a title defence.”
Alyce: “Does that include me? For as long as it can be?”
M.D.K.: “Of course it does… it doesn’t answer a very obvious question…”
Alyce: “Why I’m here? Why I can be up here and kicking it in this utterly epic maxi dress and still be down there just receiving a call from one of the powers that be to let me know that there has been an incident?”
M.D.K.: “For starters…”
Alyce: “You know what I am don’t you… And as such, I have some pull with them upstairs to come and go as I see fit… I felt that at a time such as this, you’d want a familiar face being your guide to lead you to the final judgement…”
M.D.K.: “Please tell me that is a Yu-Gi-Oh card… It sounds pretty damn ominous.”
Alyce: “Oh it sounds far worse than it actually is. It’s just a moment where your life is given a value and deemed worthy of a fate at all. Your decision to continue onwards or just evaporate into insignificance will then be balanced up against how you have lived your life…”
M.D.K.: “So… I’m fucked…”
Alyce: “Not so fast… you have me with you. I have pull remember? Here, put this on, your cock flapping in the eternal void is somewhat off putting…”
M.D.K.: “Making you hungry?”
Alyce: “Really? Right now you think it’s appropriate for that?”
M.D.K.: “Don’t go all hash-tag me too on me…”
Alyce: “Right now, you need to put this robe on and come with me…”
M.D.K.: “Sheesh, angel Alyce isn’t as fun…”
Alyce: “Angel Alyce wants you to put your cock away and come with me and if you do that, maybe you can get out of here…”
He puts on the robe and Alyce then leads M.D.K. along floating tunnel of graphite grey which to the untrained eye looks invisible but to her, its like road markings as she glides the pair through the void until a line of white appears and grows bigger as they draw closer. Suddenly, a large white marble pantheon comes into view.
M.D.K.: “What the hell is this?”
Alyce: “Anything but… This is the playground of the Gods… Where the heavenly celestial beings frolic and do a variety of important tasks that stop your very existence being wiped out in a hiccup.”
M.D.K.: “Heavy…”
Alyce: “Infinite time and space sprawls out before you and the answer to every past, present and future living being in existence has been created here and you choose now to sound like a fucking hippy?”
An elderly being in one corner of the pantheon appears to be fishing in a lake. He looks over at Alyce and nods to her as she calms down a little from her brief flurry of rage. M.D.K. tilts his head and smirks.
M.D.K.: “Does the great Goddess have to mind her language here?”
Alyce: “We are supreme beings. We have to be above the behaviour of heathens.”
M.D.K.: “Didn’t answer the question.”
Alyce: “It’s too late now…”
The old man makes his way slowly over to the pair of them. He doesn’t walk so much as glides his way over to the pair and his wrinkles and grey beard do not cover a fraction of his true age but to the untrained eye, would pass for a kindly grandfather in his seventies. He rests on the fishing pole as though it were a cane as he greets the pair. Firstly a kindly nod to Alyce and then a fixed look of inquisition as he studies M.D.K.
Old Man: “Alyce, it is always a delight to see you my dear. I see you have brought a man who is close to you here for judgement… Daniel isn’t it?”
M.D.K.: “It has been many years since I was referred to by that name…”
Old Man: “Seventeen to be exact. By a door to door group of missionaries.”
M.D.K.: “Oh wow… you know a lot about me.”
Old Man: “Everything there is to know about you in fact. Like how you spat in the missionary’s face and set your dogs on them…”
M.D.K. springs a faraway smile on his face as he reminisces about that day. Alyce puts her hand to her face as the old man shakes his head wearily.
Old Man: “Will you do this old man the courtesy of walking with me for a little while Daniel?”
M.D.K.: “Do I have much of a choice?”
Old Man: “Not really…”
The old man leads the way and M.D.K. follows one step behind and as Alyce goes to follow, the old man raises a hand and gestures for her to not follow. She looks helpless as the pair walk off together and Starchylde bites her lip in worry.
Old Man: “There is a common denominator in everything that you do Daniel; you appear remorseless for all that you have done regardless of how heinous that act may have been…”
M.D.K.: “Regrets are for the herd. I have never developed the herd mentality as that is what evokes weakness.”
Old Man: “You say that with an air of certainty.”
M.D.K.: “Love is for the weak and blind.”
Old Man: “But you have grown up with nothing but love have you Daniel? You can put on the bravado all you want but we know that you grew up healthy, happy and loved… The poor, bitter orphan act won’t work with me son.”
M.D.K.: “A love for a parent is different to now and the love I have here. If that’s not enough to allow me to go back then I don’t know what is.”
Old Man: “Is that enough to bring you back to the land of the living? So for all of the physical assaults, mental taunts and outright hatred you have spewed forth for many, many years, do you feel that you can balance up love against that?”
M.D.K.: “Why not? Do they not say that love conquers all.”
Old Man: “That piffle is saved for the playwrights and romantic gods. Leave the pointless beings alone to strum a lute or whatever they do…”
The old man looks stunned that he allowed such evil to emerge from his mouth. M.D.K. smirks wickedly.
Old Man: “Fine… you are pretty good at what you do. Just look into the fishing pond for me…”
M.D.K. obliges and looks into the shimmering water. A bright figure smiles back with it’s entire form shimmering in the pool. The smile across M.D.K.’s face is enormous as the old man looks over the shoulder of M.D.K. to look at it carefully.
Old Man: “It shows the greatest love of your life doesn’t it? What you would give everything for.”
He simply nods in response while still being transfixed by the scene before him. The old man nods towards Alyce and then back to M.D.K.
Old Man: “Does she know?”
M.D.K.: “I don’t tell her because she knows as well as I do that there is an expiration date on everything and I don’t want to ruin what little time we have with futile declarations against a backdrop of factors we cannot change.”
The old man looks down sadly. M.D.K. smiles at this.
M.D.K.: “Hey… I can even bring you down with the right facts can’t I?”
Old Man: “I have heard enough… you have enough to deal with down there and I don’t need a headache of what to do with you right now… Your time will come… it’s just not now…”
M.D.K. smiles broadly as he goes to walk back towards Alyce. As he goes to walk there, the old man raises his can and stops M.D.K. in his tracks.
Old Man: “If she means as much to you as you say then you will tell her…”
M.D.K.: “All in good time…”
Old Man: “For both of your sakes, sooner rather than later…”
M.D.K. nods to him and walks over to Alyce and the pair embrace as the old man shakes his head sadly.
Alyce: “You did it!”
M.D.K.: “Piece of piss really… Nothing to it…”
Alyce: “Modest as usual…”
The pair laugh as they walk back towards the old man who stoically holds his can in his hand. He drives in onto the ground and suddenly the lake that M.D.K. stared into opens up and forms two waterfalls as the waters cascades into a white void.
M.D.K.: “What now?”
Old Man: “You take a leap of faith… see what happens… Scare yourself once in a while…”
Alyce clutches his hand as M.D.K. takes a deep breath before turning to Alyce who smiles at him warmly and grips his hand tight.
Alyce: “I’ll do it with you.”
She smiles at him and the pair leap into the void. Alyce disappears and M.D.K. sits upright with a gasp as he comes back to life in the real world leading the gathered crowd to gasp and cheer as the hero of the piece comes back to life from the brink. He looks around at the gathered masses and glowers at them.
M.D.K.: “Haven’t you fuck-knuckles got anything better to do that gawp at me? Piss of peasants…”
He gets up with a grunt and dusts himself down and makes his way out of the sound studio. We cut to another city-wide series of shots of Paris although this time it is night time and we are being treated to a moonlit walk along the Seine. Standing alone on the Pont des Arts is the man himself. The WGWF World Heavyweight Champion. The Superior One. Three Simple Letters. One Violent Man… And he’s about to speak.
M.D.K.: “Peons, peasants and pissants… you’re welcome. And what a place it is to be welcomed. The most over-rated city in the world. People praise it for it’s architecture, it’s romance and it’s culture but for me, it’s about three things; dog shit everywhere, cigarettes everywhere and very black African men everywhere…. That sums up this shit-hole if you ask me and it is in the home of the Cheese eating surrender monkeys that I am forced to endure another grinding contest of mediocrity against the man who is known by many things but over here… is the pomme de terre of the WGWF.”
“The bitter fat boy who just won’t lay down and die, the tragic back-story, the dreadful forays into the occult or the starcraft parodies that just have me dying a little every single time that you open your pathetic maw. The fifteen second champion, the never-was rather than a has been. The forty-six year old mook that will look back on nearly five decades on this planet and rather than being able to display a trophy cabinet lines with silverware, can display a mantelpiece full of urns of the loved ones who have died while under your care.”
“The thing is spud bollocks, you can dress up injustice all you want and you can keep plugging away at earning a shot at MY WGWF World Heavyweight Championship but the truth of the matter is, you are just not good enough to be the World Heavyweight Champion for any longer than the fifteen seconds that you were just a few short weeks ago. You can huff and puff and stomp your feet until you intimidate your way to another shot but the truth remains that there has been one constant in this company all year. One icon who everybody pays to see, and one person who has gotten the better of you at every single turn since I walked into this company again.”
“From the West Coast Rumble 2017 to now, I have had your number fat boy. I have called every single move you was going to pull. I’m not just a page ahead of you, I’m an entire fucking encyclopaedia away from you. You thought you had a moment with the title and yet I didn’t even give you a moment to let it sink in did I? I didn’t even give you a heartbeat of happiness in your miserable fucking existence. For all the grief you have gone through over the years, all the strife and all the times that you have been a nearly man, beating Tristan Slater was going to be your moment in the sun and what did I do? I stole it from you. No confetti for you, no photos of you properly with the title and sure as hell no chance of you tainting this title with your over-used, non-valuable tears.”
“I can be proud to say like the video at the beginning of this, that I have no regrets. I have done heinous things to innocent people but it has always been for a worthy goal and this belt…”
He taps the title that is draped across his shoulder.
M.D.K.: “Is a testament to every promise broken, ally cheated and rule bent to my will. It is the reason that I am the very fucking best at what I do and why you are…”
He laughs and wiggles a finger to indicate that he’s not done yet…
M.D.K.: “Do you know why I didn’t allow you a moment with the belt? Now I will allow a pregnant pause for you to bust out all your little vitriol as you hit me with a paint by the numbers, itemised series of retorts that you have become so good at the last few times we have crossed swords… The fact of the matter is, you are just not good enough to be the man. You can play a man to beat to be the man competently enough and once in a while you might convince to buy your merchandise by running a god of this company close once… But the truth of the matter is, there are reasons why there are men like me… and sheep like you. You have a part to play in the great ecosystem of professional wrestling but it’s sure as fucking hell not to be the apex predator anywhere.”
“You are like a slow-witted, ambling creature. In prehistoric times, you would have been a triceratops. Slow witted, lumbering creature that is there to feed predators although once in a while, a lucky horn strike but let it live to see an extra day. Monday Night Brawl… in Paris, France… is not that day for you. So puff out your chest, set your affairs in order and kiss those loved and cherished urns goodnight because once again on Brawl, I’ll be branding you truly… and utterly… INFERIOR!”
He glowers at the camera as a pair of footsteps clip along the bridge and a pair of arms wrap around the waist of the champion. He clenches onto the golden beauty tightly before turning to her and smiling.
M.D.K.: “Did you bring the merchandise.”
Alyce produces a gold padlock and a marker pen. They write their initials on the padlock and attach it to the bridge. They look across the Seine at night and look into each others eyes.
Alyce: “You sure about this?”
M.D.K.: “Never been more sure about anything.”
He kisses her and tosses the key into the water and the pair stare into the obsidian water which is highlighted by the moonlight. M.D.K. doesn’t take his eyes off of the reflection of his truest love. His first love and in all honestly, his only love. In this light, the reflection of the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship has never been brighter. It is on that image, this scene comes to a close.
Paris, France. A city a romance, a city of culture and a city of immense history. A city that has brought us the Eiffel Tower, the Louvre and the Arc D’Triomphe. It was the scene of much bloodshed, romance and heartache. A camera pans across the city and we see lovers and businessmen alike going about their day until we reach a café and the camera fades into monochrome as we see a man sat outside with a cigarette in his hand and a beret on his head. It’s M.D.K. and he smoulders at the camera as his voice speaks over light accordion music. His voice is tick with a heavy terrible fake French accent.
M.D.K.: “I am… ‘ow you say… sitting and watching and waiting as the peasants of zis city go about their menial lives.”
He takes a drag of a cigarette and splutters and coughs profusely as the camera goes back to full colour, M.D.K. tosses the cigarette away with a disgusted look on his face.
M.D.K.: “Who the fuck can ingest this shit on the regular?”
The cigarette flies into the café and ignites it sending M.D.K. flying backwards in his seat across the street as the café is a blazing mess as M.D.K. stands up and dusts himself down and shakes his head.
M.D.K.: “I really hope there wasn’t anyone significant in there…”
Man: “There was an entire family by the name of Câble…”
M.D.K.: “Câble?”
Man: “Oui…”
M.D.K.: “Câble…”
Man: “Errr… Oui…”
M.D.K. turns to the camera and breaks the fourth wall already.
M.D.K.: “And I can say it as much as I can because of that great little doo-dad on top of the a…”
Man: “They call it a circumflex…”
M.D.K.: “Call it what you like, it allows me to call that waste of fucking flesh almost by its name.”
Man: “Are you even talking to me?”
M.D.K. - clearly not talking to him - turns away and places his hands on his hips and shakes his head as he looks at the burning cafe.
M.D.K.: “Fire; a cleansing and unapologetic beast. Something that has brought many to its knees. None more so than the man having yet another bite of the cherry… How many more do you deserve? Alas, that’s not a question for you… or for right now is it? Right now it’s about…”
There’s a creak and M.D.K. is distracted as what is now clearly a burning set rather than an actual cafe wobbles as it continues to burn and M.D.K. looks up in time to watch it fall. He tries to put his arms up but it clatters down and flattens him with a hideous clatter.
Blackness. The sound of rushing water and the sound of voices through water as people from the sound stage set up for this promo gather round the scene of the disaster but we aren’t there now. We are floating through the infinite void of nothingness. Time and space is irrelevant in this place and M.D.K. looks baffled by everything that surrounds him as he is strategically positioned to hide his modesty as he floats entirely naked in this void. He narrows his eyes as he looks down at people tending to his body that remain mangled beneath the blazing rubble and medical officials make their way over to his downed body. He is distracted from that scene by a bright light that is initially in the distance but rapidly draws closer as he narrows his eyes to try and focus on it and suddenly, the figure of Alyce appears before him clad all in white. M.D.K. speaks out to the angel but as his voice echoes through the void, his lips remain motionless as his thoughts project out across the blackness.
M.D.K.: “Are you… an angel?”
Alyce: “Do I look like a fucking angel to you? It’s me you oaf…”
M.D.K.: “Is this what you are really here for? To guide me to the other side? I am dead aren’t I?”
His eyes grow fearful and Alyce rolls her eyes and swims effortlessly across the void to simply slap M.D.K. across the jaw. He shakes his head in surprise and just stares at her. She tilts her head at him.
Alyce: “Right now, your mortal vessel is technically… deceased…”
M.D.K. starts to panic a little more but with one threatening raised hand, M.D.K. remains calm.
Alyce: “But that is because everything that makes you… you is up here contemplating your navel and whether it is worth going back down there.”
M.D.K.: “Why would I not want to go back down there?”
Alyce: “Why wouldn’t you want to stay here? The answers to life, the universe and everything, the clarity and satisfaction and completion of life is here and you become all powerful.”
M.D.K.: “Everything I have built is there, and there is so much for me to do still… In my career, in my life, and my legacy is incomplete. I also can’t give that glorified fucking vegetable the satisfaction of having me not turn up to a title defence.”
Alyce: “Does that include me? For as long as it can be?”
M.D.K.: “Of course it does… it doesn’t answer a very obvious question…”
Alyce: “Why I’m here? Why I can be up here and kicking it in this utterly epic maxi dress and still be down there just receiving a call from one of the powers that be to let me know that there has been an incident?”
M.D.K.: “For starters…”
Alyce: “You know what I am don’t you… And as such, I have some pull with them upstairs to come and go as I see fit… I felt that at a time such as this, you’d want a familiar face being your guide to lead you to the final judgement…”
M.D.K.: “Please tell me that is a Yu-Gi-Oh card… It sounds pretty damn ominous.”
Alyce: “Oh it sounds far worse than it actually is. It’s just a moment where your life is given a value and deemed worthy of a fate at all. Your decision to continue onwards or just evaporate into insignificance will then be balanced up against how you have lived your life…”
M.D.K.: “So… I’m fucked…”
Alyce: “Not so fast… you have me with you. I have pull remember? Here, put this on, your cock flapping in the eternal void is somewhat off putting…”
M.D.K.: “Making you hungry?”
Alyce: “Really? Right now you think it’s appropriate for that?”
M.D.K.: “Don’t go all hash-tag me too on me…”
Alyce: “Right now, you need to put this robe on and come with me…”
M.D.K.: “Sheesh, angel Alyce isn’t as fun…”
Alyce: “Angel Alyce wants you to put your cock away and come with me and if you do that, maybe you can get out of here…”
He puts on the robe and Alyce then leads M.D.K. along floating tunnel of graphite grey which to the untrained eye looks invisible but to her, its like road markings as she glides the pair through the void until a line of white appears and grows bigger as they draw closer. Suddenly, a large white marble pantheon comes into view.
M.D.K.: “What the hell is this?”
Alyce: “Anything but… This is the playground of the Gods… Where the heavenly celestial beings frolic and do a variety of important tasks that stop your very existence being wiped out in a hiccup.”
M.D.K.: “Heavy…”
Alyce: “Infinite time and space sprawls out before you and the answer to every past, present and future living being in existence has been created here and you choose now to sound like a fucking hippy?”
An elderly being in one corner of the pantheon appears to be fishing in a lake. He looks over at Alyce and nods to her as she calms down a little from her brief flurry of rage. M.D.K. tilts his head and smirks.
M.D.K.: “Does the great Goddess have to mind her language here?”
Alyce: “We are supreme beings. We have to be above the behaviour of heathens.”
M.D.K.: “Didn’t answer the question.”
Alyce: “It’s too late now…”
The old man makes his way slowly over to the pair of them. He doesn’t walk so much as glides his way over to the pair and his wrinkles and grey beard do not cover a fraction of his true age but to the untrained eye, would pass for a kindly grandfather in his seventies. He rests on the fishing pole as though it were a cane as he greets the pair. Firstly a kindly nod to Alyce and then a fixed look of inquisition as he studies M.D.K.
Old Man: “Alyce, it is always a delight to see you my dear. I see you have brought a man who is close to you here for judgement… Daniel isn’t it?”
M.D.K.: “It has been many years since I was referred to by that name…”
Old Man: “Seventeen to be exact. By a door to door group of missionaries.”
M.D.K.: “Oh wow… you know a lot about me.”
Old Man: “Everything there is to know about you in fact. Like how you spat in the missionary’s face and set your dogs on them…”
M.D.K. springs a faraway smile on his face as he reminisces about that day. Alyce puts her hand to her face as the old man shakes his head wearily.
Old Man: “Will you do this old man the courtesy of walking with me for a little while Daniel?”
M.D.K.: “Do I have much of a choice?”
Old Man: “Not really…”
The old man leads the way and M.D.K. follows one step behind and as Alyce goes to follow, the old man raises a hand and gestures for her to not follow. She looks helpless as the pair walk off together and Starchylde bites her lip in worry.
Old Man: “There is a common denominator in everything that you do Daniel; you appear remorseless for all that you have done regardless of how heinous that act may have been…”
M.D.K.: “Regrets are for the herd. I have never developed the herd mentality as that is what evokes weakness.”
Old Man: “You say that with an air of certainty.”
M.D.K.: “Love is for the weak and blind.”
Old Man: “But you have grown up with nothing but love have you Daniel? You can put on the bravado all you want but we know that you grew up healthy, happy and loved… The poor, bitter orphan act won’t work with me son.”
M.D.K.: “A love for a parent is different to now and the love I have here. If that’s not enough to allow me to go back then I don’t know what is.”
Old Man: “Is that enough to bring you back to the land of the living? So for all of the physical assaults, mental taunts and outright hatred you have spewed forth for many, many years, do you feel that you can balance up love against that?”
M.D.K.: “Why not? Do they not say that love conquers all.”
Old Man: “That piffle is saved for the playwrights and romantic gods. Leave the pointless beings alone to strum a lute or whatever they do…”
The old man looks stunned that he allowed such evil to emerge from his mouth. M.D.K. smirks wickedly.
Old Man: “Fine… you are pretty good at what you do. Just look into the fishing pond for me…”
M.D.K. obliges and looks into the shimmering water. A bright figure smiles back with it’s entire form shimmering in the pool. The smile across M.D.K.’s face is enormous as the old man looks over the shoulder of M.D.K. to look at it carefully.
Old Man: “It shows the greatest love of your life doesn’t it? What you would give everything for.”
He simply nods in response while still being transfixed by the scene before him. The old man nods towards Alyce and then back to M.D.K.
Old Man: “Does she know?”
M.D.K.: “I don’t tell her because she knows as well as I do that there is an expiration date on everything and I don’t want to ruin what little time we have with futile declarations against a backdrop of factors we cannot change.”
The old man looks down sadly. M.D.K. smiles at this.
M.D.K.: “Hey… I can even bring you down with the right facts can’t I?”
Old Man: “I have heard enough… you have enough to deal with down there and I don’t need a headache of what to do with you right now… Your time will come… it’s just not now…”
M.D.K. smiles broadly as he goes to walk back towards Alyce. As he goes to walk there, the old man raises his can and stops M.D.K. in his tracks.
Old Man: “If she means as much to you as you say then you will tell her…”
M.D.K.: “All in good time…”
Old Man: “For both of your sakes, sooner rather than later…”
M.D.K. nods to him and walks over to Alyce and the pair embrace as the old man shakes his head sadly.
Alyce: “You did it!”
M.D.K.: “Piece of piss really… Nothing to it…”
Alyce: “Modest as usual…”
The pair laugh as they walk back towards the old man who stoically holds his can in his hand. He drives in onto the ground and suddenly the lake that M.D.K. stared into opens up and forms two waterfalls as the waters cascades into a white void.
M.D.K.: “What now?”
Old Man: “You take a leap of faith… see what happens… Scare yourself once in a while…”
Alyce clutches his hand as M.D.K. takes a deep breath before turning to Alyce who smiles at him warmly and grips his hand tight.
Alyce: “I’ll do it with you.”
She smiles at him and the pair leap into the void. Alyce disappears and M.D.K. sits upright with a gasp as he comes back to life in the real world leading the gathered crowd to gasp and cheer as the hero of the piece comes back to life from the brink. He looks around at the gathered masses and glowers at them.
M.D.K.: “Haven’t you fuck-knuckles got anything better to do that gawp at me? Piss of peasants…”
He gets up with a grunt and dusts himself down and makes his way out of the sound studio. We cut to another city-wide series of shots of Paris although this time it is night time and we are being treated to a moonlit walk along the Seine. Standing alone on the Pont des Arts is the man himself. The WGWF World Heavyweight Champion. The Superior One. Three Simple Letters. One Violent Man… And he’s about to speak.
M.D.K.: “Peons, peasants and pissants… you’re welcome. And what a place it is to be welcomed. The most over-rated city in the world. People praise it for it’s architecture, it’s romance and it’s culture but for me, it’s about three things; dog shit everywhere, cigarettes everywhere and very black African men everywhere…. That sums up this shit-hole if you ask me and it is in the home of the Cheese eating surrender monkeys that I am forced to endure another grinding contest of mediocrity against the man who is known by many things but over here… is the pomme de terre of the WGWF.”
“The bitter fat boy who just won’t lay down and die, the tragic back-story, the dreadful forays into the occult or the starcraft parodies that just have me dying a little every single time that you open your pathetic maw. The fifteen second champion, the never-was rather than a has been. The forty-six year old mook that will look back on nearly five decades on this planet and rather than being able to display a trophy cabinet lines with silverware, can display a mantelpiece full of urns of the loved ones who have died while under your care.”
“The thing is spud bollocks, you can dress up injustice all you want and you can keep plugging away at earning a shot at MY WGWF World Heavyweight Championship but the truth of the matter is, you are just not good enough to be the World Heavyweight Champion for any longer than the fifteen seconds that you were just a few short weeks ago. You can huff and puff and stomp your feet until you intimidate your way to another shot but the truth remains that there has been one constant in this company all year. One icon who everybody pays to see, and one person who has gotten the better of you at every single turn since I walked into this company again.”
“From the West Coast Rumble 2017 to now, I have had your number fat boy. I have called every single move you was going to pull. I’m not just a page ahead of you, I’m an entire fucking encyclopaedia away from you. You thought you had a moment with the title and yet I didn’t even give you a moment to let it sink in did I? I didn’t even give you a heartbeat of happiness in your miserable fucking existence. For all the grief you have gone through over the years, all the strife and all the times that you have been a nearly man, beating Tristan Slater was going to be your moment in the sun and what did I do? I stole it from you. No confetti for you, no photos of you properly with the title and sure as hell no chance of you tainting this title with your over-used, non-valuable tears.”
“I can be proud to say like the video at the beginning of this, that I have no regrets. I have done heinous things to innocent people but it has always been for a worthy goal and this belt…”
He taps the title that is draped across his shoulder.
M.D.K.: “Is a testament to every promise broken, ally cheated and rule bent to my will. It is the reason that I am the very fucking best at what I do and why you are…”
He laughs and wiggles a finger to indicate that he’s not done yet…
M.D.K.: “Do you know why I didn’t allow you a moment with the belt? Now I will allow a pregnant pause for you to bust out all your little vitriol as you hit me with a paint by the numbers, itemised series of retorts that you have become so good at the last few times we have crossed swords… The fact of the matter is, you are just not good enough to be the man. You can play a man to beat to be the man competently enough and once in a while you might convince to buy your merchandise by running a god of this company close once… But the truth of the matter is, there are reasons why there are men like me… and sheep like you. You have a part to play in the great ecosystem of professional wrestling but it’s sure as fucking hell not to be the apex predator anywhere.”
“You are like a slow-witted, ambling creature. In prehistoric times, you would have been a triceratops. Slow witted, lumbering creature that is there to feed predators although once in a while, a lucky horn strike but let it live to see an extra day. Monday Night Brawl… in Paris, France… is not that day for you. So puff out your chest, set your affairs in order and kiss those loved and cherished urns goodnight because once again on Brawl, I’ll be branding you truly… and utterly… INFERIOR!”
He glowers at the camera as a pair of footsteps clip along the bridge and a pair of arms wrap around the waist of the champion. He clenches onto the golden beauty tightly before turning to her and smiling.
M.D.K.: “Did you bring the merchandise.”
Alyce produces a gold padlock and a marker pen. They write their initials on the padlock and attach it to the bridge. They look across the Seine at night and look into each others eyes.
Alyce: “You sure about this?”
M.D.K.: “Never been more sure about anything.”
He kisses her and tosses the key into the water and the pair stare into the obsidian water which is highlighted by the moonlight. M.D.K. doesn’t take his eyes off of the reflection of his truest love. His first love and in all honestly, his only love. In this light, the reflection of the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship has never been brighter. It is on that image, this scene comes to a close.