Post by Vinny (Too Sweet) on Jan 18, 2022 3:34:01 GMT
It had been a long day and you were tired. You thought innocently enough that you could give the World Wrestling Network, that new channel, a bit of a watch to see what all the hubbub was about. You'd sat down with a nice dinner at what, 7pm? 8pm? It had been hours ago, you knew that. And so you watched and you enjoyed and you kept watching. Through baggy eyes and a growing exhaustion, you couldn't turn away and you didn't fully understand why.
The clock has struck 2am. 2am? Had it really been that long? You must've fallen asleep for a while during that, right? You have work tomorrow, what are you doing still on the couch? The television began airing a "vault" show of an old AWA tv taping. You might've even already seen it already now that you think about it. Yet still you persisted. As if you weren't exhausted and needing a good night's sleep. As if every fiber of your being was calling for your bed. But why? You couldn't really answer that.
A sudden white noise begins to interrupt the program. Was this a tv issue? You hoped not, you couldn't afford a new one. But then something weird began happening on the television.
Amidst the dramatic graphics, screams of anguish could be heard as part of the Ogentroost noise. It sounded unhuman. It sounded like someone being tortured. This clearly wasn't that AWA show. Slowly the graphics fade and a blinding bright light covers the screen in white. A silhouette soon walks in and appears to be of Malakai Black. The figure stands and speaks.
MALAKAI BLACK: Forgive me for stealing some of the time away from the old shows but I had some thoughts I wanted to get off of my chest. Thoughts I didn't feel like sharing with the world but ones that I've decided that I'm going to share with you. Let me ask you a sincere question. Why do you think you're here? What compelled you to be watching this network oh so late at night? Are you just a night owl? Or an insomniac? Perhaps this was a choice. Or perhaps, you were compelled to keep watching by forces beyond your control and understanding.
Is he talking to me? He... can't be, obviously. But he was right. Was this intentional? Why did I keep watching?
MALAKAI BLACK: Maybe your soul knew that this was the early morning to hear my words and your soul just truly craved it. There's a million different answers, you can choose whichever one makes you feel happy. You look inside and make that decision for yourself, I have some deeper conversations on my mind right this moment.
The silhouette of Malakai Black begins slowly walking forward.
MALAKAI BLACK: Last week I spoke to the world, tonight its just me and you. You've shared your time with me so it's only fair I share a little bit of myself with you. I have chosen to be a monster. I am corrupted by my own design. Over these years stuck in a figurative lunatic asylum, I made a decision that I was tired of feeling powerless and not in control. I wanted, no. I needed to change that and so I turned to an old hobby of mine, studying the occult. I did my research, I knew the steps forward. I found myself a dark and desolate room. I entered myself in a trance like state. I sat on a cold floor and in my trance I prayed. I prayed to gods whose names I didn't know I could speak in languages I could never have fathomed. I offered my very essence, my soul, my being; I was willing to give everything it took to be able to be free and deal my personal brand of vengeance. And in my desperate callout to the House of Black, my prayers were answered. A demon heard my pain and we struck a deal. For the rest of my mortal life I would have control. I could absorb pains indescribable and I'd be able to create and inflict something even worse on anyone.
The light behind Malakai flickers for a moment. You look down at the remote. Should you turn the television off? Should you change the channel? How could you? This wasn't something being broadcast for the world, this felt like a personal conversation. Malakai was speaking to you, you could swear it.
MALAKAI BLACK: I was blessed with power as well as no chains or cuffs or restrictions on to whom I strike. The demon did not care, the soul game is apparently one of quantity, not quality. But I made a promise to myself, an oath to live by. Only those who deserve it will get marked for the House of Black. Only those who are nothing but poison on the inside shall be given my personal mark, a spew of black toxin from one corrupted soul to the next. Justice will be dished only to whom who deserve it. I refused to let every match be a death sentence. Only for those that know that their game is one of deceit and fraud. Their time is coming to answer for those sins. And I will not be their judge, nor their jury. I'm not even their executioner. I'm just the messenger that dark days will await them soon enough.
The silhouette of Malakai Black begins slowly walking forward until he is uncomfortably close to the camera. The backlights shut off and now a forward facing light illuminates the masked face. He has an unnatural look, similar to the image below.
You think again about turning off the television. This isn't what you signed up for. You just wanted to watch some old school wrasslin, not to be encountering the wrestling equivalent of a demon. But your arms felt like sandbags unwilling to move. Paralyzed by fear. If what Malakai was saying was true, why would you want to anger him or get on his bad side? You weren't evil, you were like the others he mentioned. Honest and good, nothing to fear. This too would pass. Hopefully.
MALAKAI BLACK: I'll be that messenger. It's a message that they need to take to heart. And in only a few short days, it'll be one that some of them will be able to deny no longer. Because it's a lot easier to turn off a tv screen and duck their head in the sand than it is to deny a truth staring them in the face. And it will be staring them in the face. Because let me clue you in on something else. I'll be at the show this week and I won't just be there to share some words. There is a match. There is a battle royal. There is a fight where nearly every member of the men's roster are all going to meet in the middle of the arena in that ring and they're going to fight. I'm going to be there. I am going to be in that match and that'll give me the chance to look every single one of those men I can get my hands on square in their eye and stare deep into their soul. I expect to find some scared and innocent. But that will not be all I find. I could sense it last week. The snakes are going to be out there and I'm not stopping until I find the right one. And if I can't find them immediately because they're doing a better job blending in then I'll eliminate everyone and just need to make it to the final two. I'll just need to become the World League Championship Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion. I'll just need to have the perfect bait to charm the snakes and convince them to come to me.
The screen starts to flicker again.
MALAKAI BLACK: Farewell. Enjoy your slumber. And understand that you now have been entrusted with knowledge the world does not know or yet care to understand. Live each day understanding that demons and evil and sin are all very real. And that there are people just like me ready to enforce that punishment for all the wicked souls out there.
And with that, the image drastically shifts. The television suddenly returns back to the old AWA programming.
What just happened? That was jarring, you could feel yourself shaking. Had that really happened? Was it maybe a hallucination? A night terror or a bad dream with a worse case of sleep paralysis? You did not know. You weren't sure. And part of you did not care. Because whether what you had encountered was a figment of your imagination or a personal conversation with the solider of a demon, it wasn't something you ever wanted to experience again. It was time to turn the television off. It was time to go to sleep.
The clock has struck 2am. 2am? Had it really been that long? You must've fallen asleep for a while during that, right? You have work tomorrow, what are you doing still on the couch? The television began airing a "vault" show of an old AWA tv taping. You might've even already seen it already now that you think about it. Yet still you persisted. As if you weren't exhausted and needing a good night's sleep. As if every fiber of your being was calling for your bed. But why? You couldn't really answer that.
A sudden white noise begins to interrupt the program. Was this a tv issue? You hoped not, you couldn't afford a new one. But then something weird began happening on the television.
Amidst the dramatic graphics, screams of anguish could be heard as part of the Ogentroost noise. It sounded unhuman. It sounded like someone being tortured. This clearly wasn't that AWA show. Slowly the graphics fade and a blinding bright light covers the screen in white. A silhouette soon walks in and appears to be of Malakai Black. The figure stands and speaks.
MALAKAI BLACK: Forgive me for stealing some of the time away from the old shows but I had some thoughts I wanted to get off of my chest. Thoughts I didn't feel like sharing with the world but ones that I've decided that I'm going to share with you. Let me ask you a sincere question. Why do you think you're here? What compelled you to be watching this network oh so late at night? Are you just a night owl? Or an insomniac? Perhaps this was a choice. Or perhaps, you were compelled to keep watching by forces beyond your control and understanding.
Is he talking to me? He... can't be, obviously. But he was right. Was this intentional? Why did I keep watching?
MALAKAI BLACK: Maybe your soul knew that this was the early morning to hear my words and your soul just truly craved it. There's a million different answers, you can choose whichever one makes you feel happy. You look inside and make that decision for yourself, I have some deeper conversations on my mind right this moment.
The silhouette of Malakai Black begins slowly walking forward.
MALAKAI BLACK: Last week I spoke to the world, tonight its just me and you. You've shared your time with me so it's only fair I share a little bit of myself with you. I have chosen to be a monster. I am corrupted by my own design. Over these years stuck in a figurative lunatic asylum, I made a decision that I was tired of feeling powerless and not in control. I wanted, no. I needed to change that and so I turned to an old hobby of mine, studying the occult. I did my research, I knew the steps forward. I found myself a dark and desolate room. I entered myself in a trance like state. I sat on a cold floor and in my trance I prayed. I prayed to gods whose names I didn't know I could speak in languages I could never have fathomed. I offered my very essence, my soul, my being; I was willing to give everything it took to be able to be free and deal my personal brand of vengeance. And in my desperate callout to the House of Black, my prayers were answered. A demon heard my pain and we struck a deal. For the rest of my mortal life I would have control. I could absorb pains indescribable and I'd be able to create and inflict something even worse on anyone.
The light behind Malakai flickers for a moment. You look down at the remote. Should you turn the television off? Should you change the channel? How could you? This wasn't something being broadcast for the world, this felt like a personal conversation. Malakai was speaking to you, you could swear it.
MALAKAI BLACK: I was blessed with power as well as no chains or cuffs or restrictions on to whom I strike. The demon did not care, the soul game is apparently one of quantity, not quality. But I made a promise to myself, an oath to live by. Only those who deserve it will get marked for the House of Black. Only those who are nothing but poison on the inside shall be given my personal mark, a spew of black toxin from one corrupted soul to the next. Justice will be dished only to whom who deserve it. I refused to let every match be a death sentence. Only for those that know that their game is one of deceit and fraud. Their time is coming to answer for those sins. And I will not be their judge, nor their jury. I'm not even their executioner. I'm just the messenger that dark days will await them soon enough.
The silhouette of Malakai Black begins slowly walking forward until he is uncomfortably close to the camera. The backlights shut off and now a forward facing light illuminates the masked face. He has an unnatural look, similar to the image below.
You think again about turning off the television. This isn't what you signed up for. You just wanted to watch some old school wrasslin, not to be encountering the wrestling equivalent of a demon. But your arms felt like sandbags unwilling to move. Paralyzed by fear. If what Malakai was saying was true, why would you want to anger him or get on his bad side? You weren't evil, you were like the others he mentioned. Honest and good, nothing to fear. This too would pass. Hopefully.
MALAKAI BLACK: I'll be that messenger. It's a message that they need to take to heart. And in only a few short days, it'll be one that some of them will be able to deny no longer. Because it's a lot easier to turn off a tv screen and duck their head in the sand than it is to deny a truth staring them in the face. And it will be staring them in the face. Because let me clue you in on something else. I'll be at the show this week and I won't just be there to share some words. There is a match. There is a battle royal. There is a fight where nearly every member of the men's roster are all going to meet in the middle of the arena in that ring and they're going to fight. I'm going to be there. I am going to be in that match and that'll give me the chance to look every single one of those men I can get my hands on square in their eye and stare deep into their soul. I expect to find some scared and innocent. But that will not be all I find. I could sense it last week. The snakes are going to be out there and I'm not stopping until I find the right one. And if I can't find them immediately because they're doing a better job blending in then I'll eliminate everyone and just need to make it to the final two. I'll just need to become the World League Championship Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion. I'll just need to have the perfect bait to charm the snakes and convince them to come to me.
The screen starts to flicker again.
MALAKAI BLACK: Farewell. Enjoy your slumber. And understand that you now have been entrusted with knowledge the world does not know or yet care to understand. Live each day understanding that demons and evil and sin are all very real. And that there are people just like me ready to enforce that punishment for all the wicked souls out there.
And with that, the image drastically shifts. The television suddenly returns back to the old AWA programming.
What just happened? That was jarring, you could feel yourself shaking. Had that really happened? Was it maybe a hallucination? A night terror or a bad dream with a worse case of sleep paralysis? You did not know. You weren't sure. And part of you did not care. Because whether what you had encountered was a figment of your imagination or a personal conversation with the solider of a demon, it wasn't something you ever wanted to experience again. It was time to turn the television off. It was time to go to sleep.