The Empress (III) & Justice (VIII)
Jun 19, 2018 19:14:12 GMT -8
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Post by CWD Staff on Jun 19, 2018 19:14:12 GMT -8
In the California Wrestling Division, many morally rotten characters have darkened its doors.
Some are misunderstood monsters.
Others are evil on a supernatural scale.
But no one, no one is like the swirling mass of chaos that is “Deathwish” Hide Yamazaki and his mysterious benefactor.
Hide is a man that’s come out of nowhere, sicced onto anyone and everyone in the CWD, and is on his way to potentially becoming the first-ever Hollywood Honors Cup holder.
And while the uncertainty to the method to his madness is either overly complicated or primally basic, at least we know who the man is, more or less.
What remains is deducing who the man - or woman? - behind the voice is and why they’re so resentful towards the company they seem… to… work for?
Could it be a former disgruntled employee? Could it be a cruel game of chess being played by Ethan Roerich himself?
Anyway…
Our scene begins differently than previous scenes, as we’re outdoors in the daylight. We get a shot of the back of a familiar figure dressed in a sleeveless shirt but otherwise dressed in the same way he dressed for wholesale mur- I mean, combat.
Hide Yamazaki’s footsteps are louder, slower, as he trudges through on a gravelly path. His length of chain is slung over one shoulder and taut. A louder, more gravelly sound can be heard from behind him.
”June 28. 2018. Hollywood, California. The Hollywood Boulevard. The future site of a mass graveyard. Oh, I already know you’re going to accuse me of being cliché, but trust and believe, I’m not dabbling in euphemisms or anything like that; I mean we’re really going to kill some people at Wrestling Clinic! We’re going to put a whole new spin on the subtitle to the show as we take at least two people to their breaking point and beyond!”
The gravel road darkens as the trees on both sides thicken and eventually shroud the sky.
”Week after week we’ve acted as good Mr. Roerich’s personal exterminators, taking down anyone put in front of us. At this fourth Wrestling Clinic event, we continue the tradition of laying waste to anything and everything in our way when we remove the last two obstacles to put us on the CWD’s map.”
”In 10 days’ time, the spoiled princess and the guy Pearl Jam was talking about in ‘Jeremy’ have their luck run out when they step onto the Boulevard and right into the future site of a mass gr- oh wait, I already said that. Well, it’s important we drive that specific point home, because we’re storming the battlefield with sinister intentions, folks. We’re coming to the show to put on a show - well, more of a live snuff film. Potayto, potahto, I guess.”
The pathway’s incline increases, and with it the trees ever so slowly thin out anew.
”Now, seeing as Yamazaki is… indisposed at the moment, I guess I’ll have to do the hard labour here and get to that whole card thing myself.
We’ll leave Ms. Anders for last, mostly because I don’t want to hear the end of it later.
That leaves us with this Troy Maddox character. Now Troy, you weren’t around when we previewed our coming in the form of tarot cards nailed to doors. But hey, that’s okay, because we can just retcon a little here and there, and whammo! Now you’ve got the Justice card! Who cares who had it before, it’s yours now!
And the Justice card, upright, represents fairness, cause and effect, balance and equilibrium, responsibility, and - big shock - justice. But let’s break it down a bit further: fairness. Fairness is how you’ve thus far been treated here, right? And fair is how you’ve been doing here, right? Well, hey! Anyway, then we’ve got cause and effect: is you being treated fairly by good Mr. Roerich the cause to your fairness effect? Are you a result of your environment? Are you satisfied with being ‘just okay’? Is there something to be said about being too balanced? Unspecialized?
Listen, Troy, if you’re a jack of all trades, you know what that means, don’t you? Or is toeing the line your… responsibility? Your goals are so linear, so basic, that you don’t feel the need to deviate or think outside the box? Will your alleged plan to play it safe work to your advantage as Yamazaki tears out Ms. Anders’ entrails and Ms. Anders’ 70 hired goons try to boot-fuck Yamazaki? You’ll just luck out and come out smelling like roses?! Troy, the only way you’re gonna smell of roses is if they’re placed on top of your fucking grave!!!
But hey, sorry. I had meant to keep things positive, but I got worked up. We’d best move on to what it means to have your Justice card turned upside-down: it means having a lack of accountability, unfair treatment, dishonesty, legal flaws, and imbalance. Do you have a history of lacking accountability, Troy? Some things you’ve never manned up to doing? Have you given someone else the shaft by treating them unfairly? Have you been a dishonest boy, Troy?! Have a bit of a problem with the law? The Man? Is all of that a result of some sort of imbalance in your life or even mind? I think so, Troy. I think I’ve hit the nail on the head, what do you think?
Wanna know what I think? I think if you’ve got all of this weighing you down, you’re gonna be easy pickings for Yamazaki. He feeds on your flaws, you hubris… hubrises? Whatever. You might win big, but win big you won’t on the Boulevard. Just be appreciative if you even survive your brush with greatness and/or death.”
The pathway opens up to what appears to be a primitive graveyard. Perhaps one long since forgotten to Big Cemetery and their cornering of the market on flashy mausoleums and tombs with spotlights and sparklers??
”And last but I dare not say least lest I never hear the end of it on Twitter, Britney Anders, the self-proclaimed Miss Hollywood Honors, already crowning herself that before the match even begins. Before Wrestling Clinic IV begins! Well, I can’t say that thus far her insufferable arrogance hasn’t been justified, but Ms. Anders, the buck stops here.
But I’m getting ahead of myself. Now, what was your card again? Ah, that’s right: The Empress. Apt. Apt. Because it’s not in your own mind anymore; sycophants like Kendrick Kross and anyone you throw money at surely agree.
So let’s break it down for ya: upright, the Empress represents pregnancy, nurturing, abundance, maternal care, a new opportunity, and stability. And since most of those things seem irrelevant - unless you are pregnant, because you’re sure as hell not nurturing. Maybe to the little doggy in your oversized purse? Beyond that, that throws maternal care out the window too. So let’s focus on new opportunities. Winning the first-ever Hollywood Honors Cup would certainly fit that bill. Your brand would be at its highest peak if you won, and your opportunities would be in abundance. Your brand would be fully stabilized. The world would be your oyster, and those fuckers would be filled with pearls!
But, Ms Anders, but, upside-down, I suspect your true fate awaits: financial issues, stagnation, domestic problems, unwanted pregnancy - holy shit, if all of those aren’t the sorts of scandals that can plummet your q-rating exponentially! I sure hope you have a good PR agent! I hope all of these things haunt you and irreparably ruin your livelihood!
Because, between you and Troy boy there, we’d love to humiliate you the most. Take you down a hundred notches. Between you and him, you represent the worst of California. Your superficiality, your arrogance, your disrespect, your privilege, your all-around obnoxiousness, you’re sickening on a level that I admit is unhealthy for me to believe… but no one said I was a reasonable man. I’m not. I want what I want, and what I want is to unleash my ultimate weapon on the entirety of the state.
And if we win in the end, then cool. If not, that’s cool too.
So long as there’s less people like you around by the end of it.
Yamazaki, the floor is yours.”
Then, the scene pans out, revealing that Hide’s been painstakingly dragging not one, but two people by their ankles! They appear to vaguely resemble Troy and Britney, but it’s clearly not them. They’re gagged and their weary moans are replaced by distressed squealing as they notice where they are. He heads towards an open grave, traipses around its perimeter, and slowly drags the pair towards the last place they’ll ever see.
