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Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2021 2:57:53 GMT -5
[M#10] TOP MID-CARD SLOT FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE CROSS-BRAND GRUDGE MATCH
DYSTOPIA JONNY CEDRONE VS SANATORIUM GABE RENO
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Post by Deleted on Jul 25, 2021 3:01:12 GMT -5
K̶I̶N̶G̶S OR BUILD A BITCH
A Radical Production
Respect is addictive between two Kings. But when the Silence bell rings, it doesn't mean a thing.
Don't tell me about how your arm was raised, or how your leg landed the perfect kick. I don't need to piss beside you to know I have a bigger dick. But what I do need is for you to stop trying to construct a narrative that says you're Dystopia's best kept secret. Pft. That's the new rumor going arounnnnnnd. How cooooonnnntroversial! Do we need a paternity test? Jonny, you're NOT the father! In part, because, the only one calling you daddy got child support in return. What? You don't think that's true? Judges keep records, Jon. So, stop trying to construct what you could never build organically. The parts don't matter if their still yours. Don't be pathetic. There are two Kings, but the other one isn't sipping on your Cedrone Patron. He's too busy being Chaotic.
"God-damnit, Chris..."
The cold open flips to a live shot of Chris Chaos doing blow off his newly minted Tag Team Championship belt. About 15 girls at varying levels of nudity prance around a jet in a warehouse hanger somewhere in Florida. His phone lights up again, it's clearly Gabe. He ignores it to set up a fresh crush radius perimeter. His phone lights up again, this motherfucker ignores it again! His blonde hair like painted grease as his celebration clearly has been continuing. Just as the next girl struggles to pull the corresponding baggy out of her fun cave, three black SUV's enter the hanger surrounding the Chaotic crew. Chris signals to the pilot who starts the engine as he shoves #13 toward the path of the best luxury vehicle in its class, the BMWx5. Chaos trails the plane as shots ring out. A hand reaches down and pulls him into the open hatch just before the plane takes off. The men from the BMW's grab the prostitutes in the narrowing distance below. One of the men pulls out a hack saw.
Chris finally fucking answers.
"GABBBEE! You're not going to beliievvee thiiss sshiittt!!!"
So that's what it takes to answer?
"NOO! FUCK YOU! I GET TO TALK FIRST AND ANSWER YOUR FUCKKINGG PHONNNNEE CHRIIIIS!"
Kings, I said.
"Wait, what do you mean? What happened!? DUDE, IS IT PEDRO!?"
Always his first safety priority, our man panda costume wearing team mascot.
"Put down the blow, Chris. Listen to me very carefully... I had a deal with some hostile Asian company. They wanted to make Radical trademarked figures, one of me being me, and one of these little bitch figures... because, ya know, I say that a lot..."
Maybe I was over explaining.
"Yeah, soooooo?"
Right, to the point.
"Well, the prototypes were... too... real. I-I didn't like them, and I told them so. They were pissed, dude."
Chris actually laughed.
"Hahaha, OKAYYY! So, what do you mean, they ended the deal pissed?"
Bit of an understatement now, actually...
"No, like, they've been coming after me trying to kill me... pissed."
As much as I didn't want to scare my partner, he had to know.
"Uh, so the guys can't make your dolls, and now they want you dead!?"
It sounded worse when I heard it back out loud.
"Uhhmmm, well, action figures. Yes, apparently."
They really weren't just dolls.
"WAIT A SEC! Do they drive matching black beamers!?"
That's a weird thing to ask...
"How did you- yesssss, they keep the bitch parts in the trunk and look for real prostitutes to fulfill the building of real girls. They wanted to use real girls, Chris. I just... couldn't..."
I was so ashamed. I could sense the shock in his breath.
"OH MY GOD..."
He had every right to yell at me. I had to reassure him.
"Butttt- as long as they don't find like 15 drugged out chicks no one would ever miss, they can't possibly have the parts to create that much bitch..."
He was going to go off any second... the coke boiling in his blood, I braced myself.
"GABE, THEY FOUND MY GIRLS, THEY'RE GONNA BITCH!"
Oooh noooo.
"Holy Mother of God..."
Well they made the perfect one. After War of Attrition they had finally sent her.
The first time I saw her face was magical. Every anxiety faded away. Lost in a moment, wishing forever to stay that way. That's not how life works. Unless you're lucky. And- well, me? Not so much. She used to tell me stories about her past. Living in the jungle nibbling off the drug trade. Her eyes would shake as she spoke about how these mad mad men competed south of the border. She said it with such admiration and majesty in her tone. They all wanted territory. Yet all had their own creative means by which to fight back. She called it a beautiful war. Captivated by creativity even above the insanity at her very feet. I'd never met anyone like Sophie.
Right about then is when bullets started to fly. One of the beautiful warriors staking a territory claim, oblivious to the collateral end to beauty it would cause. I held her hand. She was so scared, but part of her smirked at the irony. Even in that moment she knew that sometimes, you have to die for a purpose. No matter how shallow it may seem.
Did I say shallow? I meant King of Sexy. Wow, Jonny. I used both hands to clap when you eek-ed out a win at War of Attrition. Because I couldn't fucking believe it. No one could. Hilarious, what's next..? Comin' for the title, big guy? Did you tell Z? Oooohhhhhhh! See, I know how important that is since I'm also... a champion. Chaos and I didn't even need your kind of luck to dismiss four freaky already forgotten fucks. Why? Because we were born great. We didn't have to learn it in some futuristic fantasyland. You're going to see first hand. The back of it.
This isn't build a bitch.
Sophie was amazing but she was a machine. Made of parts like yours. One braggable limb at a time from some sorry arrogant fake ass ho. Isn't that all Dystopia ever was anyway? A collection of people no one will ever miss?
It's okay, Jonny. Your parts will come out better.
But you'll still get beat. Bitch.
There is no dawning of the Cedrone Era after WOA. Instead, standing right in front of you is little ole me. The erratic enigma. The Radical. And I'm taking this match. Then your shot at Z. Who can deny if I win that I am superior, Jonny? Only one of us is made with spare parts. Don't you forget it. I had a lifetime of bloody parts behind me from half breeds like you. Star qualities but absolutely no heart. No killer instinct. But Jonny, that's all I'm made up of. My bones are straight fuck you, and my muscles are unforgiving reminders of your inferiority. Not everybody gets to be King. But you're going to have a damn good view of what it really looks like at Silence. Aren't cha? They call me Gabriel.
Let's be crystal. The King around here splits a pair of titles.
For anyone unsure, or hoping for a different outcome. Tough shit.
You're not ready to sit at the round table Jonny.
Not yet. We'll let you know, big guy!
[#1250 1/2]
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Former Champion
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Post by Jonny Cedrone on Jul 31, 2021 17:26:02 GMT -5
**--Jonny comes walking through the front door of his house with his luggage in tow and a duffle bag draped over his left shoulder. He turns and shuts the door behind him as we see Gloria come walking up to Jonny quickly. Jonny turns just in time to have his arms full of Gloria as she wraps her loving arms around his neck. He drops all luggage and focuses solely on this moment with a huge perma-smile plastered on his face!--**
“Congratu-“
**--They separate with enough space to give each other a lengthy affectionate kiss then Gloria finishes her thought--**
“-lations baby!! All that hard work has finally paid off!! I am so proud of you!!”
“Thank you so much babydoll! I wouldn’t have ever been able to do this without you!”
“You’re so sweet but you, your hard work and dedication earned this opportunity baby!”
“Oh!!! Guess what?! We only have a few days to celebrate.”
“How come only a few days?”
“Don’t you worry that sexy head of yours, we are definitely gonna celebrate to the fullest during the time that we have but we will be heading to San Diego in about a week!”
**--Jonny looks a little confused--**
“Well a guy left a message earlier. He said that your War of Attrition win was just the beginning. Something about an event coming up in a couple of weeks called Silence? You’re facing a guy named Gabe Reno.”
“He’s half of the Tag Team Champions! Wait. You said that a guy called and said all this?”
“Yeah. Why?”
“Did he ever give his name?”
“Something like Warden Sky, or Shy…”
**--Jonny looks even more perplexed--**
“Sly?!”
“Yeah! Warden Sly”
**--Now Gloria looks perplexed--**
“Why? What’s wrong?”
“I guess nothing’s really wrong. I guess the inmates are running the asylum now. This raises so many more questions.”
**--Gloria looks deep and yearningly into Jonny’s eyes--**
“Celebrate now. Ask questions later!”
**--The couple begins kissing again as the scene fades to black--**
((It’s been a full four days and the feeling is still fresh, it all still seems so unreal, like I’m perpetually living in this dream and no matter how many times I pinch myself I can never fully grasp the fact that I won the War of Attrition!))
**--With only the soft and gentle glow of a full moon gleaming through highlighting as much as it can and decorating the landscape with shadows from the trees caught in the moon’s rays, we see Jonny standing at his and Gloria’s bedroom window pondering the situation he finds himself in for the first time in a long time, still trying to wrap his head around everything.--**
((Sure, I’ve wrestled the World Champion a time or two in the World Wrestling Headquarters, but this is the first time where I actually have time to properly prepare for the battle…or at least do my best to properly prepare for battle. I’ll be going against a man that I’ve never faced before. He holds one of the main things that I’ve been fighting for since I came to World Wrestling Headquarters, the World Championship! Yeah, I know, it’s not that the Championship makes the wrestler, it’s the wrestler that makes the Championship. Do I NEED the World Championship? That can be open for debate, but the World Championship needs ME! The People need ME! I cannot and I will not let them down this time! I disappointed them the last time I faced Ms. Matsuda when I wasn’t able regain the International Championship. I can’t let there be a repeat! Sure Ms. Matsuda is a worthy Champion, she holds that Championship and every Championship that’s in her possession with such high honor and respect, but the International Championship was my baby, the People’s baby! But – then again – this battle is much later down the road. I have plenty of time to physically and mentally get in the game for it. In the meantime, just as I get over one obstacle another one presents itself. Gabe Reno. He’s a man and an obstacle that I cannot look over. He has every asset needed to make me look like I didn’t deserve that win at War of Attrition and I’m sure he has that very goal in mind. But it’s not gonna happen. Even though the World Wrestling Headquarters just opened back up and started rolling again, I’m riding a wave so high I could almost touch the moon…))
**--A single cloud rolls in front of the moon to block out the majority of its light for the time being--**
((…and I will NOT allow him to extinguish my light!))
**--The scene fades to black once again. Fast forward to a few days ahead of the big show, Silence. When the scene opens up again we’re looking at the front entrance to the Pechanga Arena in San Diego, California. The sun’s shining bright, people passing one another on the sidewalks, traffic buzzing by behind the camera and into the shot walks two sets of legs. One belongs to a male wearing jeans and a pair of black cowboy boots; the other set belongs to a female wearing a pair of black leggings and sneakers. The camera slowly comes around to the front of the two individuals then slowly pans up to reveal that the legs belong to WWH’s power couple Jonny and Gloria Cedrone! They stand in front of the arena, soaking in the moment. Jonny sports another perma-grin as he and Gloria begin to speak to one another.--**
“Ya know, it’s hard to believe that we, as a company, have finally reached this moment. Four or five long months and we finally have the War of Attrition and now we’re moving ahead with another show in Silence. It’s a great day to be alive!”
“And an even better day to be a fan of the World Wrestling Headquarters AND its future World Champion, Jonny Cedrone!”
“First thing’s first though, we gotta get through Silence then we can worry about DreamState babydoll.”
“I’m just so excited though! If you’ve said it once, you’ve said it a thousand times, if you’re not in the wrestling business to be the World Champion, then you need to get out. This is your goal! This is your dream! This is your opportunity to achieve that goal and make that dream a reality darlin’! You worked too damn hard to get to this point…”
“Believe me babydoll, I’m just as excited as you are! All of the texts, emails, letters, tweets, messages from fans, friends and family from all around the world have shown me that I’m not the only one excited for this opportunity but I hate to be the bearer of bad news. We can’t put all of our attention solely on DreamState. We have at least one show between now and DreamState, and at that show I’m facing a man that certainly doesn’t deserve to be glanced over! Not by a long shot.”
“Well yeah but sweetheart, you’re the number one contender to the World Championship…how could you lose this match?”
“The two biggest mistakes I could make heading into my match against Mr. Reno are my not focusing on the task at hand and my resting on my laurels. I cannot, I will not and I do not just rest on my laurels alone. Especially going against the caliber of wrestler as Mr. Reno. He would seize the opportunity and jump at the chance to make me look like I’m not worthy of being the number one contender, let alone THE World Champion! Being fresh off the win of War of Attrition and being the number one contender to the World Championship, I can’t risk it.”
**--Gloria gives a look of “Okay. You got me. Good points.” But she still feels in her devoted heart that her husband has no chance at losing neither now nor at DreamState.--**
“I guess you got a point baby.”
**--They each reach out a hand towards the other and walk into the arena hand-in-hand. The scene then cuts to inside of the empty arena where we see the crew setting everything up for the big show. The camera cuts to a black and white filter and pans around but is cautious to not reveal too much of the set. The scene cuts to a different camera vantage point from the arena floor outside of the ring. It points up into and slowly makes its way around the ring until we finally stumble across Jonny Cedrone who’s sitting on the steel steps on the outside and Gloria who’s leaning against the top turnbuckle facing Jonny and the camera. The camera stops on the couple who both look into the camera with stern grimaces affixed to their faces.--**
“In just a matter of a few days what’s now a hauntingly silent arena will be filled to the brim with excited fans welcoming the World Wrestling Headquarters’ megastars back into their lives. For what seems like an eternity the World Wrestling Headquarters laid low. We became a sleeping giant! Well it seems to me that the sleeping giant is waking up! It seems that our silence will be broken once and for all!”
“Ya know…sabbatical or no sabbatical, I came to the World Wrestling Headquarters one year and seven months ago, and from day one I have been preaching about how the World Championship is my main objective – my ultimate goal! Sure, I’ve been in the ring with World Champions along my journey here in the World Wrestling Headquarters. Each time I showed them, the powers-that-be in the World Wrestling Headquarters and every fan all around the world just what I’m capable – just what I can do inside that ring. Whether the World Title was on the line or not, I treated each match as if it was a Championship match! Hell, even if I’m not in the ring against the World Champion, I treat each and every match as if it’s a World Championship match!”
“Fast forward to War of Attrition.”
“This wasn’t my first rodeo. The War of Attrition pay-per-view was my very first big show after I signed the dotted line on my World Wrestling Headquarters contract! I battled through every obstacle set in front of me then but I came up short. If I remember right, I was eliminated by one of the people that I was able to eliminate this time, Mr. Matthews. So consider us even Mr. Matthews! This year at the War of Attrition I was able to punch, kick, claw and fight my way through each and every one of those obstacles standing between me and immortality and I stood tall at the end of it all as the sole survivor and as the new number one contender to the World Championship at DreamState!”
“An incredibly proud moment for sure! After the match I was overwhelmed with emotion. The amount of blood, sweat, tears, hard work, determination and passion that pumped through every vein in my body leading up to the moment was finally able to be released with those tears of joy when I realized that I was the last man standing. I could feel each and every one of you amazing fans reaching out and touching me, sharing that moment with me in the middle of the ring. Every fan in attendance and every fan watching home – you were allllllll in that ring celebrating such a momentous occasion! You deserved that moment much more than I did! I’m just happy to have been able to be your vessel through this wild journey!”
**--Jonny holds up a finger to say “hold on just a moment though--**
“But if you think we’re done, you’ve got another thing coming my friends.”
**--Jonny looks around the arena and points towards the set on the rampway--**
“We have more wars to fight and more battles to win! Coming up at our next big show Silence, I’m going to be taking on Mr. Gabe Reno.”
“For those who don’t know who Mr. Reno is, he’s a man of great wrestling skill. He will school those less fortunate in the art of professional wrestling and he will do his damnedest to outwrestle even the most talented of wrestlers. I respect him for that! I know you have seen wrestling clinics in this ring night in and night out for a long time now, but I don’t think you’ve ever witnessed anything like what he and I are going to put on in this ring at Silence. In this match I predict that you’re going to see it all, catch-as-catch-can wrestling, submission holds, but in this match you’re probably more likely to see a knock out drag out fight and maybe even some high flyin’ thrown in here and there! Ya see, Mr. Reno and I are the same but different. He has the same mindset as I do, ‘whatever you can do I can do better’ and dare the other person to just TRY to keep up! It’s not going to be a small feat that much I know. But it’s something that you should know as well Mr. Reno! It’s not going to be a small feat to best me inside this ring come Silence.”
“Through our time here in World Wrestling Headquarters, we’ve never crossed paths…until now. While you were in the Asylum fighting for everything, I’ve been on Dystopia fighting to get to the top. One way or another, we’ve earned everything that we’ve ever gotten in this business. Every Championship, every accolade, every criticism, everything that we’ve ever received in this business we have fought and earned every single one of them. Nothing was ever handed to us on a silver platter. We didn’t wait in line to get a participation trophy. No. Mr. Reno and myself earned everything that we’ve ever had in this business and we always will! Well, I’ll speak for myself anyway, I know that I will always earn everything that I get in this business.”
“It’s true that Mr. Reno and I share a lot of things in common, a lot is pretty well known, but others…not so much. In the Asylum the fighting spirit is pretty well on display night in and night out. Over on Dystopia, the fighting spirit is on display as well just in a different light. In the Asylum, it’s a dog-eat-dog world. You have to do whatever it takes to win. In Dystopia, it’s not quite as hardcore or gory, but you do have to fight hard to get what you earn. But don’t let that difference fool you Mr. Reno. Don’t think that just because I don’t have to come out to this ring and beat my opponents’ brains in every night that I’m afraid to go ‘hardcore’. Because like I said, you and I do share a lot of similarities and one of them is that we’re not afraid to do whatever it takes to get the job done. In a match like a falls count anywhere match, it loosens the handcuffs a little bit. I have a little more freedom to do exactly that – whatever it takes to get the job done Mr. Reno. You may think that I’m some goody-goody that I have some kind of moral code, but when the situation calls and when something’s on the line such as the pride of Dystopia, pretty much everything goes out the window sir.”
“Pride, honor and dignity…they’re all on the line Mr. Reno. Dystopia vs Sanatorium. Who has the best to offer? But to me it goes just a tad deeper than that. It’s not only about brand representation, it’s also personal representation. With just winning the War of Attrition battle royal and becoming the number one contender, and with this being my very first match after winning the battle royal, I cannot allow you to show me up Mr. Reno. I cannot allow you to get that win! When you get down to the brass tacks, I need this win a helluva lot more than you do! Going into my match at DreamState with a loss right after earning the number contendership would be an extremely bad look. From what I’ve read and heard about you though, you’re looking to do just that – make me look bad, make me look as if I don’t deserve to fight for the World Championship. I can respect that.”
“Like I said, there’s a lot about you that I do respect Mr. Reno. Make no mistake about it though, respect gets checked at the curtain because once you and I walk down that aisle and step into this ring, all bets are off! All of the wagers, everything that we have will be on the table and the stakes are high Mr. Reno! Once we walk through that curtain and enter this ring, we’re gonna be all in. No looking back. No regrets. No backing out. And at the end of the match, when all of the dust has settled and the smoke clears, it’s gonna be MY hand raised in victory Mr. Reno, and THEN we will know where the brand supremacy lies. Dystopia will show the world that when you bet on us, you bet on a winner! And you can take that to the bank!”
"We will NOT be silenced!"
**--The scene fades to black--**
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2021 16:43:16 GMT -5
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A Radical Production
Click. Click. Click. Click. Click...
"Some things look good in front of you, but-"
"see- thing is, they can be much different than they appear... almost a trance."
Clips of Jonny Cedrone on an edited reel start moving. The only sounds is of the timed reel rotation consistently every few seconds. It shows his greatest achievements in WWH, shining moments of unparalleled success in a place that surely tried to devour him many times. Feelings of accomplished dedication move the viewer with the undeniable light that shines so brightly through the performances. Gabe Reno sits in a chair, with his Tag Championship laid out in front of him. He watches the monitor of highlights. Unimpressed, but with an underlined humor.
"Being almost devoured and escaping isn't the same thing as prevailing. Mason, Matsuda, Matthews, mmmMmm! Thank God 'Reno' starts with something different than M! All the bums you barely survived against at War of Attrition... you're lucky I had already celebrated winning that night. Luck is exactly what it all comes down to. This time, it's run out, Jonny. I'm not merely a step on your way to anywhere, I am the brick wall preventing it from fucking happening. If you listen closely- to the reel, you can hear something other than achievement. Listen- try, really try. Can you hear it? Sounds like sinking to me? The best is behind you. This is a tribute. But now, it's over. You're over. My insatiable desire to win needs to feed. On your Glory. Oh, Jonny, I'll take care of Gloria too..."
The playful trademark smirk leads us into a finer point. Gabe pauses the image of Gloria on the screen, sliding his hand into the top of his pants... pantomiming an ejaculation. He chuckles, unpausing as the reel still clicks away.
"Don't you just adore people who write checks with their mouths that their bodies can't cash? Future World Champion? Because everyone who gets a shot is a lock to convert it? I admire the optimism, but it just makes the fall that much harder. Then the disappointed look on Gloria's face when she realizes it was all smoke and mirrors. Fighting mid card never-could's in an effort to make yourself look elevated. I've been in this game too long to not know the difference. You're getting exposed, Cedrone. King of Sexy will be your only royal title around here as long as I have something to say about it. And here I am... fuckin' sayin' it... and executing it, by executing you..."
Reno smiles at the things Cedrone pretends to be proud of. The Radical points at his Iconoclast title, then at the camera as if directly at Jonny as he watches the promo...
"I don't want or need your petulant respect, Jon. It's like foreplay right before you find out the chick's husband just walked through the door. Right, Gloria? Pride, honor, dignity; the things you openly talk about having, while simultaneously forgetting how to earn them. I like how you have to convince yourself to be all-in. You have to talk yourself into not backing out. Stating what anyone with a pulse and desire in this business already knows. Which tells me that you are NOT the guy. Not the next World Champion of WWH. And certainly, far less than she knows about."
Gabe's eyes roll. Click. Click. Click. Smirk. Click. Images of Cedrone hiding in corners at WOA, biding his time instead of forcing the action at hand. Trying to stay out of the way while others fight for their own honor among the wolves.
"You want to talk about earning what you have? I have been wrestling in the biggest matches since you were a kid watching them on television. You're welcome; you ungrateful fuck. What we have in common is that we wrestle. If I want to generously extend the term to what they do on Dystopia. At Asylum, we fight for our lives every day against every type of obstacle. From lack of freedom, to staff starving or poisoning you depending on what kind of day they're having, to other insane assholes trying to kill you because you look like someone they used to know- so spare me. Finding relate-ibility won't make this any easier. Representing Dystopia or Sanatorium isn't what this is about. It's about you, the Dystopian little lamb, wandering into the wrong yard... and getting slaughtered."
Taking a sip of something sweet. The camera pans to the side table where his glass sits by the chair. We zoom in to focus on his cell phone vibrating, the caller ID reads "some asshole." Reno ignores it.
"A lot like you, huh? Easy to forget, just some jerkoff looking to rub off of my superstar Championship shine. Maybe it's your wife? Trying to find something genuine that can actually satisfy her? Instead of a fairytale that looks good on the surface, but is always falling into the abyss of failure. You need this win more than I do? Since when has that factor ever determined who actually wins? Your priorities are flawed Jonny, just like your game. All of these tactical misgivings are clear to anyone with a nose for them. You're a loser afraid he is going to lose. Talking up, so that it looks better to back down. Because in the end you're going to be dissected by a better man. One less concerned with how it looks, and more focused on how your blood tastes... warm. Just like how close you're getting to the top. Just close enough to taste it, yet never in charge of putting in the ingredients to make it taste how it does. You're an ingredient, Jon. Not a cook. But luckily for both our sakes, I don't need to learn a new recipe to boil you to death."
The reel continues clicking along, indifferent to the repeating images on the screen. Cedrone having his arm held up by a referee... but there's something in his eyes. Glad to win. Knowing how lucky he was. Happenstance even in the best moments. Surprise almost greeted by shear coincidence. Missing the quality of true winners.
"Making believers out of overconfident mid card meddlers is nothing new for me. My wife doesn't need to tell me, either. Jonny Cedrone doesn't want his light extinguished? Then don't fire me up. Don't tell me what you want. Because then I have to plan to take it. Right from your needy finger clenching grasp. Empty- isn't it? You keep looking at Z, but you're forgetting... it isn't about you, it isn't about me... it's about who is better in that ring. And Jonny, in there, light disinfects pretenders, there's nowhere to hide, I'm going to extinguish your light. I'll stomp it out, pour water on it, then cover it a deep hole. You'll be but a passenger. Watching from deep down. As my hand is raised over you, then over Z in your place. I am taking what I want. And you'll be left in the discard pile. In a sunken place no one wants to go."
Click. Click. Click. Click. Click...
"Don't be upset Jonny! Shush shush shush shush!"
The fear sets in, appropriately so... the monitor highlights flip, the reel still clicking away.
"Shhhhhhhhhh! It's time for Silence."
A trap you couldn't help but walk into... the new imagery comes up...
The highlight monitor bursts into flames. A pin is pulled.
"You're Extinguished."
[word#1250 2/2]
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