Richard Blonoff
Make America Rassle Again
Deadline is Friday, December 20th, 11:59pm CST. Extensions available upon request
Apocalypse: S.H.I.T.(c) vs. Baez-Elite X Title
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Richard Blonoff
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"What is an identity? Why is it important?"
"It defines who you are... Who he was..."
"Who it was and who it is are fundamentally the same, it is a remorseless killing machine, we only completed the transformation."
"Suppose that isn't enough?"
"What more could there be, for something like that?"
---- --------- ----
Leon Kensworth, as professional as ever, stands in front of the WZCW logo, patiently waiting for the subject of his interview to show up, the far more outgoing than it used to be, Scaled Humanoid Industrial Technology.
What finally emerges next to him is a cardboard abomination that looks very much like the aforementioned machine, complete with ripped tuxedo and ridiculous gold chains, all complemented by the Elite X Title draped over its shoulder, it appears to have grown a beard, however.
It waves awkwardly at Leon.
Who waves back.
"Hello S.H.I.T" he says amiably.
Why Leon, the thing replies with exaggerated surprise, although still with a monotone. Whoever is S.H.I.T? It is certainly not me...
"Uh, okay. Then who are you?"
Well Leon, said the thing, putting its arm around Leon and resting its claw like hand on his shoulder. I am Scaled Humanoid Industrial Robotic Technology. S.H.I.R.T if that is easier for you, with your inferior Human capacity to correctly pronounce difficult sentences.
"Listen buddy, I am a live television broadcaster, I think I can handle a touch sentence or two."
Very well then, Leon. Ignoring the mistake you have already made, this one... I mean, I will set you a challenge. If you would, please repeat the following; Red lorry, yellow lorry. Repeat that as many times as you can.
Leon stares exasperated, "okay, whats the deal?"
Deal, Leon? The deal is that at some point you will slip and mispronounce one of the words, perhaps rather humourously you will change 'lorry' to 'lolly'. Whereas I, S.H.I.R.T can repeat the phrase for as long as required, with no slip ups at all.
"I meant, why are you calling yourself S.H.I.R.T?"
The Robot draws its head back in a move of mock surprise, why, Leon, because it is my name. I was designated Scaled Humanoid Industrial Robotic Technology! I am better than Scaled Humanoid Industrial Technology, because I have a beard and a different name. S.H.I.T has reached the limits of what it could hope to achieve with the Elite X Title, but a version with a snazzy beard, and a new name, will almost certainly move on to become World Champion.
This is how it works in wrestling, is that not correct, Leon?
Leon quickly reaches up and tears the beard from S.H.I.R.T's face, who doesn't react quick enough to stop the theft.
"Ha! You are S.H.I.T!" Leon exclaimed triumphantly.
That is correct. The machine replied, now back to its typical stoic manner.
"Did you expect me and the WZCW Universe to be fooled by a false beard?" Leon holds the thing up, before looking repulsed and sniffing it, "when was the last time this thing was washed?"
S.H.I.T does not care.
"Oh, right."
This one did not expect you or the WZCW Universe to be fooled, it exclaimed. Much like they are not fooled by Matt Tastic donning a mask and calling himself Baez.
S.H.I.T snatches the beard back, an identity hiding decoration and a change of name does not make you a champion!
"What does make you a champion?"
S.H.I.T pauses a long time, processing that question. This one does not know; it is not gold chains, nor is it fancy suits, it is not public appearances or the image of the company.
This one does not know what makes a Champion, this one merely exists for the competition that the meatbags provide, to see if they can take this big shiny from S.H.I.T's grasp.
"Matt Tastic, or Baez, seems to live to take that away from you. It seems to be an obsession."
He is welcome to try, whatever name he goes by.
"He seems to think that you are some kind of joke."
Does S.H.I.T look like some kind of joke to you, Leon?
Leon looks the robot up and down, even now it seems he's not sure what to make of the cardboard monstrosity. Even if he is less afraid of it than he ever was before.
Matt Tastic discovered, to his sorrow, that this one is not a joke, that no amount of personality change can overcome the Unrelenting Machine!
Matt Tastic, Killjoy, Baez. It mused, that one has more personalities than Barbosa, it would seem.
"Was that a joke?"
S.H.I.T stares at Leon, "sorry, its just hard to tell, with you."
S.H.I.T looks back toward the camera.
If this one defeats Tastic, then it has only two title defenses left, for an opportunity at the World Heavyweight Title... But this one will not change from its course, if it is to come up short, it will not wear this false beard in order to manipulate its way into another title shot.
If it succeeds and faces the World Heavyweight Champion... S.H.I.T's thoughts trail off.
"What?"
That seems to jerk S.H.I.T back to reality, it will be down to the Champion to stop this one from making the eight. It declared. First however, the matter of KillBaez, it stops, Kill Baez, how apt. This one exists to destroy, whichever identity Matt Tastic comes to the ring with at Apocalypse!
Kill Matt Baez Tastic Joy, it is time to unleash the Arse Kickulator!
Now, if this one may be excused, it wishes to converse with Backstage Worker Bob and perhaps learn the location of Barbosa.
---- ---------- ----
"It can't last, you know."
"What cant?"
"What we've done to him."
"Why?"
"What is underneath, its not gone, it is merely suppressed. He will start asking questions, he will lapse and think like a Human, he will communicate and perhaps even befriend other people, what happens when the chemicals start running and the 'programming' cant compute it? One day he will break, and he will break hard, and you and all you've done will be exposed because of it."
"You sound certain."
"There is no other way it can be. Not once he is put in a different environment."
"It. It is an It."
"Yes, but for how much longer?"
"It defines who you are... Who he was..."
"Who it was and who it is are fundamentally the same, it is a remorseless killing machine, we only completed the transformation."
"Suppose that isn't enough?"
"What more could there be, for something like that?"
---- --------- ----
Leon Kensworth, as professional as ever, stands in front of the WZCW logo, patiently waiting for the subject of his interview to show up, the far more outgoing than it used to be, Scaled Humanoid Industrial Technology.
What finally emerges next to him is a cardboard abomination that looks very much like the aforementioned machine, complete with ripped tuxedo and ridiculous gold chains, all complemented by the Elite X Title draped over its shoulder, it appears to have grown a beard, however.
It waves awkwardly at Leon.
Who waves back.
"Hello S.H.I.T" he says amiably.
Why Leon, the thing replies with exaggerated surprise, although still with a monotone. Whoever is S.H.I.T? It is certainly not me...
"Uh, okay. Then who are you?"
Well Leon, said the thing, putting its arm around Leon and resting its claw like hand on his shoulder. I am Scaled Humanoid Industrial Robotic Technology. S.H.I.R.T if that is easier for you, with your inferior Human capacity to correctly pronounce difficult sentences.
"Listen buddy, I am a live television broadcaster, I think I can handle a touch sentence or two."
Very well then, Leon. Ignoring the mistake you have already made, this one... I mean, I will set you a challenge. If you would, please repeat the following; Red lorry, yellow lorry. Repeat that as many times as you can.
Leon stares exasperated, "okay, whats the deal?"
Deal, Leon? The deal is that at some point you will slip and mispronounce one of the words, perhaps rather humourously you will change 'lorry' to 'lolly'. Whereas I, S.H.I.R.T can repeat the phrase for as long as required, with no slip ups at all.
"I meant, why are you calling yourself S.H.I.R.T?"
The Robot draws its head back in a move of mock surprise, why, Leon, because it is my name. I was designated Scaled Humanoid Industrial Robotic Technology! I am better than Scaled Humanoid Industrial Technology, because I have a beard and a different name. S.H.I.T has reached the limits of what it could hope to achieve with the Elite X Title, but a version with a snazzy beard, and a new name, will almost certainly move on to become World Champion.
This is how it works in wrestling, is that not correct, Leon?
Leon quickly reaches up and tears the beard from S.H.I.R.T's face, who doesn't react quick enough to stop the theft.
"Ha! You are S.H.I.T!" Leon exclaimed triumphantly.
That is correct. The machine replied, now back to its typical stoic manner.
"Did you expect me and the WZCW Universe to be fooled by a false beard?" Leon holds the thing up, before looking repulsed and sniffing it, "when was the last time this thing was washed?"
S.H.I.T does not care.
"Oh, right."
This one did not expect you or the WZCW Universe to be fooled, it exclaimed. Much like they are not fooled by Matt Tastic donning a mask and calling himself Baez.
S.H.I.T snatches the beard back, an identity hiding decoration and a change of name does not make you a champion!
"What does make you a champion?"
S.H.I.T pauses a long time, processing that question. This one does not know; it is not gold chains, nor is it fancy suits, it is not public appearances or the image of the company.
This one does not know what makes a Champion, this one merely exists for the competition that the meatbags provide, to see if they can take this big shiny from S.H.I.T's grasp.
"Matt Tastic, or Baez, seems to live to take that away from you. It seems to be an obsession."
He is welcome to try, whatever name he goes by.
"He seems to think that you are some kind of joke."
Does S.H.I.T look like some kind of joke to you, Leon?
Leon looks the robot up and down, even now it seems he's not sure what to make of the cardboard monstrosity. Even if he is less afraid of it than he ever was before.
Matt Tastic discovered, to his sorrow, that this one is not a joke, that no amount of personality change can overcome the Unrelenting Machine!
Matt Tastic, Killjoy, Baez. It mused, that one has more personalities than Barbosa, it would seem.
"Was that a joke?"
S.H.I.T stares at Leon, "sorry, its just hard to tell, with you."
S.H.I.T looks back toward the camera.
If this one defeats Tastic, then it has only two title defenses left, for an opportunity at the World Heavyweight Title... But this one will not change from its course, if it is to come up short, it will not wear this false beard in order to manipulate its way into another title shot.
If it succeeds and faces the World Heavyweight Champion... S.H.I.T's thoughts trail off.
"What?"
That seems to jerk S.H.I.T back to reality, it will be down to the Champion to stop this one from making the eight. It declared. First however, the matter of KillBaez, it stops, Kill Baez, how apt. This one exists to destroy, whichever identity Matt Tastic comes to the ring with at Apocalypse!
Kill Matt Baez Tastic Joy, it is time to unleash the Arse Kickulator!
Now, if this one may be excused, it wishes to converse with Backstage Worker Bob and perhaps learn the location of Barbosa.
---- ---------- ----
"It can't last, you know."
"What cant?"
"What we've done to him."
"Why?"
"What is underneath, its not gone, it is merely suppressed. He will start asking questions, he will lapse and think like a Human, he will communicate and perhaps even befriend other people, what happens when the chemicals start running and the 'programming' cant compute it? One day he will break, and he will break hard, and you and all you've done will be exposed because of it."
"You sound certain."
"There is no other way it can be. Not once he is put in a different environment."
"It. It is an It."
"Yes, but for how much longer?"
Thunder cracks over a musty church in Barcelona, Spain. WZCW continues it's tour of Europe with Apocalypse as its last stop. There, Baez will get his wish. His dark wish. He will face SHIT for the Elite X Championship. Baez wishes to rid WZCW of the machine that makes a mockery of the profession. Cheating life and stealing dreams. Rain befalls the dark and gloomy sacred sanctuary. The house of God.
Though the outside is detestable due to the weather, it's interior is beautiful. The lighting highlights the sacred decor and the echoing walls make the quietest of sounds loud and clear.
???: Santa Maria, madre de Dios. Ruega por nosotros pecadores. (Spanish prayer)
The words of a preacher bounce off the walls. A message of desired peace and harmony. But soon enough, a disturbance enters the scene. A man in short jeans, and a hoodie covering his face enters the holy grounds. His head lowered. He walks forth slowly down the sanctuary hallway.
Priest: Santa Maria, madre de Dios. Ruega por nosotros pecadores.
The priest continues his prayer as the man eventually stands before the centerpiece of the temple. The portrait. He looks onward with his face still unseen. Hands tucked in his pockets showing little reverence. Once he speaks, it's clear who the man is.
Matt: So this is "Him". The "Alpha" and the "Omega". The one who created us all. Born on Christmas day, huh? What an interesting sight.
Priest: Santa Maria, madre de Dios. Ruega por nosotros pecadores.
Matt's words don't seem to catch the ears of the Spanish priest who simply keeps on praying. The Matt shows no concern. His unseen eyes seem focused on what's in front of him. He seems impressed by what he sees. A man who is so forgiving to others despite the harm done to him. Someone that no matter what is always there for others regardless of what happens to him. Matt used to be similar. He was always there for the people. Whether it was the fans of WZCW or management itself. Matt was there to help no matter what. But soon enough the scars and the seeming lack of compensation hurt him. There's a reason Jesus is considered holy. But Matt sees things differently.
Matt: You..... You tell us to live a good life. To do good and good will come to us. That any obstacle can be overcome with a strong heart and faith. I used to buy into all that. And I felt genuinely good about it. But.... Over time... The joy. The so called good that was supposed to come to me...... It never came. Alone and secluded. Seen as nothing more than a workhorse. Forced to watch others who did far less than me be rewarded while I just stand on the side with a broken smile and an empty heart. Just how many losses do you think I can take?!
Thunder is heard loudly in the background as the priest finally turns his attention to the hooded Matt Tastic. The simple wrestler from WZCW who for 3 years has gone on losing major matches. Whether it was the Lethal Lottery, King For A Day, The Eurasian Title or the Gold Rush tournament. His feet were swept off the rug at every turn. The preacher can sense the despair in Matt Tastic. He can see the crossed and broken heart. And prays that Matt can find the enlightenment needed.
Priest: Dios, te ruego que ilumines el corazon de este alma perdido. (God, I pray that you iluminate this lost spirit)
Lost or not though, Matt has a task ahead of him in the form of the Elite X Champion, SHIT. The cardboard robot that outlasted Matt once. He lacks the kind of restrictions a normal human would have. He does not suffer exhaustion. He does not experience pain. He has no feelings. Matt is a lost soul, but his opponent has none. Why is this soulless creature, born of man seen as a figure of virtue while Matt is seen as evil?
Matt: I'm suffering. Something that thing can't do. It's lack of any sympathy or understanding are like a mockery to me. It just makes dumb jokes about me because it can't tell how I feel. It keeps that title without knowing what it truly means to have it. To it it's just a prop he feels he needs to carry around. But to me..... It's a goal in life. AND THAT THING HAS NO LIFE!
The despairing Matt falls on his knees. His strong stance has fallen into one of sadness as his words go from harsh to sad and tearful.
Matt: Why?! WHY, Dammit, WHY?! I used to enjoy people cheering me. I just wanted a simple reward. To be a champion! *sniff* It was my dream! It was a simple dream.... Why is that so wrong? Why? Why did you let this thing do what I couldn't? Why would you allow it? Are you testing me that much? Or are you just telling me that I'm not allowed to have it? That no matter how hard I work, no matter how devoted I am, I can't get what I want..... Dammit ANSWER ME!! ..........answer me...........
Victory is so easy to accept. But when you lose, so many questions are asked. "What did I do wrong?" "Am I not supposed to win?" "Is he simply better?". The more you lose, the more questions appear. If there's no answer to be found, you may just lose yourself. Matt may have very well lost himself trying so hard to achieve a simple goal many others have done. After all, he's human. Some want to be a fireman. Other a police officer. And they work their lives to achieve said goals.
Priest: Mi hijo. Todo ser vivo tiene su proposito en la vida. (My son, every living being has it's purpose in life)
Those words echo through the mind of the distraught Matt. He's not facing a living being after all. SHIT, as popular as he is. As funny as most people find him. As entertaining as he might be. As close a friend as Barbosa likes to thing he is. Is nothing more than an artificial life form. And that artificial life form has found it's way into a field where only humans play. How can that have a purpose? It disturbs the balance.
Matt: What's my purpose in life? Why can't it be what I want it to be? Why does it seem like it's always out of my control? Why am I plagued by this jealousy? It feels like everyone just stands in front of me to mock me. Laughing at my misery. Cracking jokes at my misfortunes while they all get what they want.
Priest: Tu proposito vendra. "El" tiene un plan para ti. (Your purpose will come."He" has a plan for you.)
Matt: It'll come to me? Really?
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What if I make the purpose myself? I thought we as humans could choose our own paths. Well, I've made my choice......
The preachers words continue to go through Matt's head. Enlightening him. Whether it's how the man intended is not clear. But for Matt, it's clear what has to be done. He gets up. His despair turns to anger. Pure rage. He flips over the hood to reveal his face. The mask. The expressionless mask. A contrast to Matt's emotional self. Pushed by frustrations and desire. Fueled by rage and jealousy. Attacked despair and regrets. These are things that cannot be seen by the mask. Much like SHIT, Matt becomes emotionless with the mask on.
Priest: Ay Dios mio!
The priest is startled and falls back. He thought he saw a man who was lost in his emotions. But when he saw the face of that man, he could not see anything. Matt, no. BAEZ, clenches his fists and looks up at the portrait again. With new found vigor. Though his expression remains a mystery.
Baez: I'm a professional wrestler. My goal is to become a World Champion. That is MY plan in life. I will not let some machine stand in my way and desecrate everything I stand for.
Baez gave up an opportunity to be in the King For A Day match. A shortcut to the World Championship he covets so much because he believed SHIT had to be stopped. Baez sees SHIT as something impure to wrestling that should not be there. Baez could've very well gone on to be King. But what meaning is there to being king of a tainted kingdom? He has to clean it first. SHIT has to be banished.
Baez: I don't care if it doesn't get tired. I will outlast it. I don't care if it doesn't feel pain. I will teach it to. I don't care if it can experience fear, I will embed it into it's programming. I'm sick of feeling angry. I'm sick of feeling sad. I'm sick of feeling frustrated. And I'm absolutely sick and tired of watching how others succeed while I keep falling short! ESPECIALLY some walking cereal box named after human excrement!
Priest: Mi hijo, por favor! Controlate! (My son! Control yourself!)
Baez: NO!! No more control! No more restrictions! I will do whatever it takes to make it happen. I won't let be pushed aside again. Dammit! Dammit all! It has no honor, so I won't have it either. It has no emotional attachments so I won't either. Just like it, I will show no mercy and take the title he holds just because he's programmed to. Only then will my heart stop aching. And will do anything for it.
Baez' dead set on doing what he feels he has to do. Nothing will change that. Baez approaches the priest who continues to pray and form crosses with his hands. Hoping to reach into the seemingly emotionless figure before him. But Baez grabs him by the collar....
Baez: Baez exists only to destroy.
... And promptly delivers a devastating right hook to the man, knocking him down as lighting once again cackles in the outside, darkening the inside of the chapel, sending an eerie sensation of darkness through it. The masked warrior walks off with his clenched fists as the preacher holds his injured cheek. So many emotions were expressed but in the end, the mask shows none of them.
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