Post by M.D.K. on Mar 9, 2019 18:49:16 GMT -5
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CeG8aChLCc4
The scratch of an old record can be heard as the screen is grainy and 1950s style broadcast starts up with M.D.K. clad in a 1950s style suit stands beside a roaring fire smiling broadly and clutching a pipe. He stands proudly by the fire and tales a toke on the pipe and bubbles emerge from the pipe and M.D.K. smiles and speaks with a very formal BBC accent. On the wall above the mantelpiece is a framed WGWF World Heavyweight Championship with the three simple letters indicating who is the man who was last to be holding it before the company took its hiatus. M.D.K. is stood before the camera in a starched, vintage suit and his hair is not the tousled mess it usually is and is instead swept over one side of his head and styled and waxed to an inch of its life. He’s also clean shaven which is unheard of in the realm of Mr Tenegra as he proudly stands by the roaring fire with the monochrome image crackling and jumping with authenticity.
M.D.K.: “Pip-Pip, tally-ho and greetings ladies and gentlemen… Have you got questions about history that have never been answered? Do you long for the days of yore and a bygone age? Are you averse to change? Well I am here to address those issues and educate the weak-minded, the fragile of thought and those who are stuck in a time-warp and refuse to take off the rose-tinted spectacles. I am here to teach you…”
He speaks over the poster as it comes up on screen and narrates exactly what it says and when we return from the poster, M.D.K.is now sat behind a desk like a retro newsreader with a handful of papers then starts to speak.
M.D.K.: “As Edwin Starr almost sang; ‘Nostalgia. Huh. What is it good for? It is a way of taking history out of the trash, dusting off the parts that were pleasant and returning the less pleasing moments back to the garbage to leave you with a happy framed snapshot of the past. It lets the mediocre amongst us dream of a time when they were something special, it allows the greats to believe that they were even greater and it gives solace to those with little else going forwards.”
“That is what nights like this Sunday on pay per view give to each and every one of the mere mortals that are watching this right now. Sat in their damp, dark basements or bedsits with a permanently orange hand from eating too many cheesy corn snacks, a filled ashtray of spent spliffs and empty cans of mountain dew surround them and they are wearing an NWO t-shirt while harping on about the good old days. They will look back on the good old days of the WGWF and have to clean their underpants when the first few bars of the entrance music of a long, departed “star” of yesteryear plays and they will hope that it will take them back to a time when they were a little less pathetic…”
“For those few moments they haven’t squandered their existence, they haven’t festered in their own filth for years while the rest of the world moved on and they sure as shit haven’t stagnated in one place and wasted their lives…”
(He steps from behind the desk and walks around the studio that has been set up as camera move around him and the film crackles.)
M.D.K.: “Men and women can spend years trapped in a rose-tinted wilderness lamenting of days that have long past and and to what benefit is it to anybody? Sure, they can reminisce and relive a better time but spend too long there and what do you become?”
A list pops up on the screen as a lists off the issues…
M.D.K.: “A failure to evolve and develop, lethargy, depression, leprosy and aggressive genital warts are all associated with excessive nostalgia and if untreated and not kept in check can lead to you being in the same crappy basement, doing the same crappy job and living the same crappy existence that would make a Lou Gehrigs patient pity you.”
(He rounds a corner of the studio where a diminutive man with a lab coat on and holding a clipboard stands by a chalkboard which has many algebraic equations scrawled across it along with a few hidden messages for the eagle eyed viewer. M.D.K. approaches him and stands beside him.)
M.D.K.: “Scientists have spent a long time doing the opposite of these nostalgia addicts and have been looking ahead to the future to identify if there is a cure for such things. Professor, can you tell me what you have discovered?”
(There is a long pause as M.D.K. and the man in the white coat stare at each other for what feels like an eternity before M.D.K. leans in and hisses at the scientist.)
M.D.K.: “Say your fucking line then…”
(The scientist leans in and whispers back.)
Scientist: “I was only paid to stand here. I wasn’t paid to deliver lines…”
(M.D.K. offers the scientist an incredulous look and leans in again.)
M.D.K.: “Just read your fucking clipboard and I’ll pay you afterwards.”
(The scientist looks down at his clipboard and nervously reads it back.)
Scientist: “Our findings have shown that just six hours of living in the past a week can lead to all of the symptoms that you listed earlier.”
M.D.K.: “And what about a cure? Is there a treatment on the horizon?”
Scientist: “We have found that by doing simple tasks such as ‘going out and getting fresh air’, ‘getting a life’ and ‘getting laid’ are three ways to at least start the healing process. Just one of those tasks will pull the victim away from languishing in the past and will bring them back to the present day.”
(M.D.K. smiles at the scientist and turns to the camera and takes another pull on his bubble pipe before continuing.)
M.D.K.: “So there you have it. Nights like this Sunday are all well and good for those who like a taste of nostalgia now and again but you have to look at the here and now to REALLY understand the truth is to look at who is the here and now and differentiate between the past and the ever-present… Coming up next we discuss…”
(The tape crackles and jumps to M.D.K. now seated again mid-sentence.)
M.D.K.: “… anal leakage…”
(The tape crackles and jumps again to find M.D.K. standing by the mantelpiece again mid-sentence.)
M.D.K.: “… with all seven of the dwarves…”
(The tape crackles, loops a few times back to ‘anal leakage’ before flames sweep across the screen as the tape burns up on the projector. The flames of the tape blend neatly into the open flame that we find M.D.K. sitting by a fire out in a field. In a world away from his usual comfort zone of decadence and comfort, he sits on a bleak hillside in rural England with a small fire for company as the winter sun sets. He isn’t clad in his usual attire either with jeans and a jumper in place of a usual immaculate shirt. On the opposite side of the fire to where he is sitting is a mound of stones stacked precariously which M.D.K. appears to be transfixed by. He speaks to the mound of stones as he absent-mindedly pokes at the fire.)
M.D.K.: “It’s me again… I’m sorry I’m late this week but I had to pull some shenanigans that you would have loved. Some real retro stuff…”
(He smiles and shakes his head before staring into the fire.)
M.D.K.: “You might be wondering why I come here Alyce but I don’t have anywhere else to go and this is the last place we were together. After that… well you just disappeared didn’t you? I knew we were finite, I knew we had a fixed shelf-life but I expected to at least be able to prepare for life without you. Not many people have been able to reach out to me and I’ve kept them close to me… But you… you were different. You could have told me that it was time to go because right now… right now I could really do with a creature like you in my corner…”
“I’m going against a beast of the past… an icon of the WGWF and a man who is top of most people’s lists and you would love a challenge like this. He’s not your average pretty boy, he’s not your conventional beast but you can’t deny that he bleeds WGWF…”
(He laughs as the fire crackles and snaps.)
M.D.K.: “And I know exactly what you would have said to that… How we should cover the ring in his WGWF then! It’s not like that though. This isn’t our standard match, this isn’t our usual prey… this is a whole different creature of havoc. This is something that I’m not used to in a match like this… and it’s a time like this when I truly need you more than ever because you’d know how to tell me to calm down, you know how to deal with monsters like this and you know damn well how to calm me down and pick me off of the ceiling.”
?: “You’re here again?”
(An old groundskeeper crouches beside M.D.K. and joins him in poking the fire with his walking cane. M.D.K. looks at him and nods in acknowledgement.)
GK: “Always this spot, always at this time and always this stone mound. Is it some sort of ritual?”
M.D.K.: “I left an old friend here… I keep hoping that they will come back.”
GK: “Well son, you keep showing up then I reckon one day that she will. Keep the faith…”
M.D.K.: Easier said than done…”
GK: “Why’s that?”
M.D.K.: “Because I’m a man who is in short supply of faith right now… I tend to shy away from it… weakens the body and the mind…”
GK: “I get that… I’ve been in short supply of it for many years now. Just me alone in these grounds since my dear wife passed…”
(M.D.K. stands up and kicks dirt over the fire to extinguish it and glowers at the grounds-keeper.)
M.D.K.: “Listen… I’m not here to exchange sad fucking stories… Thanks for the chat but I think I’m done here…”
GK: “You shouldn’t keep running away lad… one day it will catch up with you!”
(M.D.K. trudges down the hillside again with his hands in his pockets and his head down against the onrushing wind. As he reaches the bottom of the hill, signal clearly reaches his phone as it starts buzzing with notifications before a call comes through… He looks irritated by it vibrating and finally answers it. A woman’s voice at the end of the line.)
Voice: “Mr Tenegra. How wondrous that you can answer your phone.”
M.D.K.: “Who’s this?”
Voice: “Call me… a concerned fan…”
M.D.K.: “How did you…”
Voice: “There will be no time for your questions Mr Tenegra. You have a job to do and an reputation to uphold.”
M.D.K.: “How so?”
Voice: “You know full well that while you continue to hold up the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship and while you are still under contract to us, Therefore, you are still the WGWF World Heavyweight Champion and as such, there is an expectation of you to perform to a reasonable standard and be the standard bearer for the company. Whether you like it or not…”
M.D.K.: “And if I don’t like it?”
Voice: “Maybe you should worry about the demons at your door before you start the bravado with me.”
*Click*
(She hangs up the phone and leaves M.D.K. with a bemused look on his face as he slips his phone into his pocket and the scene crackles and fades out.)
--
(We cut to a monochrome version of the ring as M.D.K. sits on a stool in the centre of the ring with a microphone in his hand. The arena is empty but the area is prepared for the beginning of the mammoth event. As M.D.K. looks up from the mat and directly at the camera, he starts to speak.)
M.D.K.: “Do you ever get the sense of deja vu? Do you ever get that sense that you are careering headlong into the same thing that you have experienced so many times before? Whether it’s a positive or a negative feeling, you sometimes just can’t shake the feeling that you have been there before. That’s how I feel as the WGWF opens its doors again for what is billed as One Night Only… I feel like I’ve been dragged into one more war…”
(He stands up from the stool and the scene fades into full colour as he continues.)
M.D.K.: “And what more would I want than to charge into battle against a man that epitomises the history of the WGWF. Some might say that you are ingrained in the history and the DNA of the WGWF even more than I… You are part of the foundations of this company, you were here from almost the very beginning and even ran the damn show when it was called for. Your reign as champion here in the past was fearsome, it was enviable to some and it built a legacy around this.”
(He opens his suit jacket to reveal he has the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship wrapped around his waist and gestures to it.)
M.D.K.: “It’s men like you who contributed to making this title as prestigious as it is. It’s monsters like you that ensured this championship was held by only the best of the best of which there are very few. There aren’t many men that stand near the same platform as I do but you are one of those men and yet… it’s not the man you are that built you into what you are is it?”
“Let’s break it down though… HADRIAN… You see, your legacy was built many moons ago and you have lived off of the residuals ever since. The only reason you are dragging your eye-liner out of the trash and dusting off your black metal albums is because that name is fading from the memory of the fans and the money is drying up isn’t it? You can paint it up as something fancy, you can pretend that you care for this industry but just take a long, hard look at yourself and remember just how much Adam Barker said he’d pay you for this procession towards your demise.”
“Do you honestly think that you can step back into MY ring and go toe to toe with me? Can you look me in the eye and tell me that you honestly feel that your old corpse will have a shot of getting one over on me? You may be part of the foundations of this company, you might be one of the forefathers of this company in the eyes of many but to me, you are nothing more than a fossil that has been dusted off one too many times and one that just isn’t the same as it ever was.”
“While your corpse lay dormant and bloated on the sofa, my career sky-rocketed, my stock rose and my name became synonymous with not just the WGWF but the entire industry. While you sat in the shadows and wrote in a diary about your feelings, I took the title that you once bothered to build and I turned it into a symbol of superiority. I made the idea of beating me not just a challenge but a nerve shredding experience.”
“That is why a night like tomorrow night is one to behold for me… it’s not a routine battle, it’s sure as hell not a procession to further emphasise my dominance of the WGWF. But it will be vindication for all that I say I am… and all that I say I can do by beating you… the man of the original WGWF…”
(He narrows his eyes and tilts his head before continuing.)
M.D.K.: “You see… am I going to be beating a man though? Can you remember a time you didn’t hide behind make-up, face-paint and body odour? Can you remember when there was a time when you could just be yourself and beat someone? I mean, it’s all well and good to have the pageantry and the showmanship but do you think a bit of smoke and a spooky death-march is enough to get into my mind? Do you think that budget voodoo shit is going to get to me?”
(He smiles… albeit a little weakly.)
M.D.K.: “I will be stepping out there with no gimmick to hide behind, no smoke and mirrors and not even my woman by my side. I will be uncut, uncensored and raw. Nothing to gain from beating you, nothing to lose from losing to you and yet I want this more than anything I’ve wanted in a long, long time and why do you think that is?”
(The camera closes in on him as he sneers.)
M.D.K.: “Because this right here is your Swan Song Famine… this right here is your last hurrah and I will relish nothing more than breaking that swan’s fucking neck by rendering you truly… and utterly… INFERIOR!”
(And with that, the film crackles to an end once again.)
The scratch of an old record can be heard as the screen is grainy and 1950s style broadcast starts up with M.D.K. clad in a 1950s style suit stands beside a roaring fire smiling broadly and clutching a pipe. He stands proudly by the fire and tales a toke on the pipe and bubbles emerge from the pipe and M.D.K. smiles and speaks with a very formal BBC accent. On the wall above the mantelpiece is a framed WGWF World Heavyweight Championship with the three simple letters indicating who is the man who was last to be holding it before the company took its hiatus. M.D.K. is stood before the camera in a starched, vintage suit and his hair is not the tousled mess it usually is and is instead swept over one side of his head and styled and waxed to an inch of its life. He’s also clean shaven which is unheard of in the realm of Mr Tenegra as he proudly stands by the roaring fire with the monochrome image crackling and jumping with authenticity.
M.D.K.: “Pip-Pip, tally-ho and greetings ladies and gentlemen… Have you got questions about history that have never been answered? Do you long for the days of yore and a bygone age? Are you averse to change? Well I am here to address those issues and educate the weak-minded, the fragile of thought and those who are stuck in a time-warp and refuse to take off the rose-tinted spectacles. I am here to teach you…”
He speaks over the poster as it comes up on screen and narrates exactly what it says and when we return from the poster, M.D.K.is now sat behind a desk like a retro newsreader with a handful of papers then starts to speak.
M.D.K.: “As Edwin Starr almost sang; ‘Nostalgia. Huh. What is it good for? It is a way of taking history out of the trash, dusting off the parts that were pleasant and returning the less pleasing moments back to the garbage to leave you with a happy framed snapshot of the past. It lets the mediocre amongst us dream of a time when they were something special, it allows the greats to believe that they were even greater and it gives solace to those with little else going forwards.”
“That is what nights like this Sunday on pay per view give to each and every one of the mere mortals that are watching this right now. Sat in their damp, dark basements or bedsits with a permanently orange hand from eating too many cheesy corn snacks, a filled ashtray of spent spliffs and empty cans of mountain dew surround them and they are wearing an NWO t-shirt while harping on about the good old days. They will look back on the good old days of the WGWF and have to clean their underpants when the first few bars of the entrance music of a long, departed “star” of yesteryear plays and they will hope that it will take them back to a time when they were a little less pathetic…”
“For those few moments they haven’t squandered their existence, they haven’t festered in their own filth for years while the rest of the world moved on and they sure as shit haven’t stagnated in one place and wasted their lives…”
(He steps from behind the desk and walks around the studio that has been set up as camera move around him and the film crackles.)
M.D.K.: “Men and women can spend years trapped in a rose-tinted wilderness lamenting of days that have long past and and to what benefit is it to anybody? Sure, they can reminisce and relive a better time but spend too long there and what do you become?”
A list pops up on the screen as a lists off the issues…
M.D.K.: “A failure to evolve and develop, lethargy, depression, leprosy and aggressive genital warts are all associated with excessive nostalgia and if untreated and not kept in check can lead to you being in the same crappy basement, doing the same crappy job and living the same crappy existence that would make a Lou Gehrigs patient pity you.”
(He rounds a corner of the studio where a diminutive man with a lab coat on and holding a clipboard stands by a chalkboard which has many algebraic equations scrawled across it along with a few hidden messages for the eagle eyed viewer. M.D.K. approaches him and stands beside him.)
M.D.K.: “Scientists have spent a long time doing the opposite of these nostalgia addicts and have been looking ahead to the future to identify if there is a cure for such things. Professor, can you tell me what you have discovered?”
(There is a long pause as M.D.K. and the man in the white coat stare at each other for what feels like an eternity before M.D.K. leans in and hisses at the scientist.)
M.D.K.: “Say your fucking line then…”
(The scientist leans in and whispers back.)
Scientist: “I was only paid to stand here. I wasn’t paid to deliver lines…”
(M.D.K. offers the scientist an incredulous look and leans in again.)
M.D.K.: “Just read your fucking clipboard and I’ll pay you afterwards.”
(The scientist looks down at his clipboard and nervously reads it back.)
Scientist: “Our findings have shown that just six hours of living in the past a week can lead to all of the symptoms that you listed earlier.”
M.D.K.: “And what about a cure? Is there a treatment on the horizon?”
Scientist: “We have found that by doing simple tasks such as ‘going out and getting fresh air’, ‘getting a life’ and ‘getting laid’ are three ways to at least start the healing process. Just one of those tasks will pull the victim away from languishing in the past and will bring them back to the present day.”
(M.D.K. smiles at the scientist and turns to the camera and takes another pull on his bubble pipe before continuing.)
M.D.K.: “So there you have it. Nights like this Sunday are all well and good for those who like a taste of nostalgia now and again but you have to look at the here and now to REALLY understand the truth is to look at who is the here and now and differentiate between the past and the ever-present… Coming up next we discuss…”
(The tape crackles and jumps to M.D.K. now seated again mid-sentence.)
M.D.K.: “… anal leakage…”
(The tape crackles and jumps again to find M.D.K. standing by the mantelpiece again mid-sentence.)
M.D.K.: “… with all seven of the dwarves…”
(The tape crackles, loops a few times back to ‘anal leakage’ before flames sweep across the screen as the tape burns up on the projector. The flames of the tape blend neatly into the open flame that we find M.D.K. sitting by a fire out in a field. In a world away from his usual comfort zone of decadence and comfort, he sits on a bleak hillside in rural England with a small fire for company as the winter sun sets. He isn’t clad in his usual attire either with jeans and a jumper in place of a usual immaculate shirt. On the opposite side of the fire to where he is sitting is a mound of stones stacked precariously which M.D.K. appears to be transfixed by. He speaks to the mound of stones as he absent-mindedly pokes at the fire.)
M.D.K.: “It’s me again… I’m sorry I’m late this week but I had to pull some shenanigans that you would have loved. Some real retro stuff…”
(He smiles and shakes his head before staring into the fire.)
M.D.K.: “You might be wondering why I come here Alyce but I don’t have anywhere else to go and this is the last place we were together. After that… well you just disappeared didn’t you? I knew we were finite, I knew we had a fixed shelf-life but I expected to at least be able to prepare for life without you. Not many people have been able to reach out to me and I’ve kept them close to me… But you… you were different. You could have told me that it was time to go because right now… right now I could really do with a creature like you in my corner…”
“I’m going against a beast of the past… an icon of the WGWF and a man who is top of most people’s lists and you would love a challenge like this. He’s not your average pretty boy, he’s not your conventional beast but you can’t deny that he bleeds WGWF…”
(He laughs as the fire crackles and snaps.)
M.D.K.: “And I know exactly what you would have said to that… How we should cover the ring in his WGWF then! It’s not like that though. This isn’t our standard match, this isn’t our usual prey… this is a whole different creature of havoc. This is something that I’m not used to in a match like this… and it’s a time like this when I truly need you more than ever because you’d know how to tell me to calm down, you know how to deal with monsters like this and you know damn well how to calm me down and pick me off of the ceiling.”
?: “You’re here again?”
(An old groundskeeper crouches beside M.D.K. and joins him in poking the fire with his walking cane. M.D.K. looks at him and nods in acknowledgement.)
GK: “Always this spot, always at this time and always this stone mound. Is it some sort of ritual?”
M.D.K.: “I left an old friend here… I keep hoping that they will come back.”
GK: “Well son, you keep showing up then I reckon one day that she will. Keep the faith…”
M.D.K.: Easier said than done…”
GK: “Why’s that?”
M.D.K.: “Because I’m a man who is in short supply of faith right now… I tend to shy away from it… weakens the body and the mind…”
GK: “I get that… I’ve been in short supply of it for many years now. Just me alone in these grounds since my dear wife passed…”
(M.D.K. stands up and kicks dirt over the fire to extinguish it and glowers at the grounds-keeper.)
M.D.K.: “Listen… I’m not here to exchange sad fucking stories… Thanks for the chat but I think I’m done here…”
GK: “You shouldn’t keep running away lad… one day it will catch up with you!”
(M.D.K. trudges down the hillside again with his hands in his pockets and his head down against the onrushing wind. As he reaches the bottom of the hill, signal clearly reaches his phone as it starts buzzing with notifications before a call comes through… He looks irritated by it vibrating and finally answers it. A woman’s voice at the end of the line.)
Voice: “Mr Tenegra. How wondrous that you can answer your phone.”
M.D.K.: “Who’s this?”
Voice: “Call me… a concerned fan…”
M.D.K.: “How did you…”
Voice: “There will be no time for your questions Mr Tenegra. You have a job to do and an reputation to uphold.”
M.D.K.: “How so?”
Voice: “You know full well that while you continue to hold up the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship and while you are still under contract to us, Therefore, you are still the WGWF World Heavyweight Champion and as such, there is an expectation of you to perform to a reasonable standard and be the standard bearer for the company. Whether you like it or not…”
M.D.K.: “And if I don’t like it?”
Voice: “Maybe you should worry about the demons at your door before you start the bravado with me.”
*Click*
(She hangs up the phone and leaves M.D.K. with a bemused look on his face as he slips his phone into his pocket and the scene crackles and fades out.)
--
(We cut to a monochrome version of the ring as M.D.K. sits on a stool in the centre of the ring with a microphone in his hand. The arena is empty but the area is prepared for the beginning of the mammoth event. As M.D.K. looks up from the mat and directly at the camera, he starts to speak.)
M.D.K.: “Do you ever get the sense of deja vu? Do you ever get that sense that you are careering headlong into the same thing that you have experienced so many times before? Whether it’s a positive or a negative feeling, you sometimes just can’t shake the feeling that you have been there before. That’s how I feel as the WGWF opens its doors again for what is billed as One Night Only… I feel like I’ve been dragged into one more war…”
(He stands up from the stool and the scene fades into full colour as he continues.)
M.D.K.: “And what more would I want than to charge into battle against a man that epitomises the history of the WGWF. Some might say that you are ingrained in the history and the DNA of the WGWF even more than I… You are part of the foundations of this company, you were here from almost the very beginning and even ran the damn show when it was called for. Your reign as champion here in the past was fearsome, it was enviable to some and it built a legacy around this.”
(He opens his suit jacket to reveal he has the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship wrapped around his waist and gestures to it.)
M.D.K.: “It’s men like you who contributed to making this title as prestigious as it is. It’s monsters like you that ensured this championship was held by only the best of the best of which there are very few. There aren’t many men that stand near the same platform as I do but you are one of those men and yet… it’s not the man you are that built you into what you are is it?”
“Let’s break it down though… HADRIAN… You see, your legacy was built many moons ago and you have lived off of the residuals ever since. The only reason you are dragging your eye-liner out of the trash and dusting off your black metal albums is because that name is fading from the memory of the fans and the money is drying up isn’t it? You can paint it up as something fancy, you can pretend that you care for this industry but just take a long, hard look at yourself and remember just how much Adam Barker said he’d pay you for this procession towards your demise.”
“Do you honestly think that you can step back into MY ring and go toe to toe with me? Can you look me in the eye and tell me that you honestly feel that your old corpse will have a shot of getting one over on me? You may be part of the foundations of this company, you might be one of the forefathers of this company in the eyes of many but to me, you are nothing more than a fossil that has been dusted off one too many times and one that just isn’t the same as it ever was.”
“While your corpse lay dormant and bloated on the sofa, my career sky-rocketed, my stock rose and my name became synonymous with not just the WGWF but the entire industry. While you sat in the shadows and wrote in a diary about your feelings, I took the title that you once bothered to build and I turned it into a symbol of superiority. I made the idea of beating me not just a challenge but a nerve shredding experience.”
“That is why a night like tomorrow night is one to behold for me… it’s not a routine battle, it’s sure as hell not a procession to further emphasise my dominance of the WGWF. But it will be vindication for all that I say I am… and all that I say I can do by beating you… the man of the original WGWF…”
(He narrows his eyes and tilts his head before continuing.)
M.D.K.: “You see… am I going to be beating a man though? Can you remember a time you didn’t hide behind make-up, face-paint and body odour? Can you remember when there was a time when you could just be yourself and beat someone? I mean, it’s all well and good to have the pageantry and the showmanship but do you think a bit of smoke and a spooky death-march is enough to get into my mind? Do you think that budget voodoo shit is going to get to me?”
(He smiles… albeit a little weakly.)
M.D.K.: “I will be stepping out there with no gimmick to hide behind, no smoke and mirrors and not even my woman by my side. I will be uncut, uncensored and raw. Nothing to gain from beating you, nothing to lose from losing to you and yet I want this more than anything I’ve wanted in a long, long time and why do you think that is?”
(The camera closes in on him as he sneers.)
M.D.K.: “Because this right here is your Swan Song Famine… this right here is your last hurrah and I will relish nothing more than breaking that swan’s fucking neck by rendering you truly… and utterly… INFERIOR!”
(And with that, the film crackles to an end once again.)