Post by chriscompact on Dec 18, 2017 14:07:41 GMT -8
We open to a black and white scene, as muffled music is barely heard in the background. Chris Compact walks into the frame, dressed in a fancy suit, just with an unexpected accessory – duct tape over his mouth. He´s carrying a stack of papers under his right arm. The Pint Sized Punisher takes his place in the very center of our scenery and proceeds to show the papers to the camera. The one at the very top just simply says SILENCE.
He starts throwing the papers away, slowly revealing a message as the music in the background gradually gains volume.
THEY SAY SILENCE IS GOLDEN.
BUT I GUESS YOU DO NOT THINK SO.
YOU THINK CONSTANT SELF PROMOTION BRINGS YOU TO GOLD.
YOU CHOOSE TO LEND YOUR EVERY WORD
EVERY IMAGE
TO THE PUBLIC
YOU CHOOSE TO PROSTITUTE YOURSELF TO FAME
BUT SOME OF US
He points at himself before throwing this paper away
LIKE TO WAIT IN SILENCE
AND THEN LET THE ACTIONS SPEAK
LOUDER THAN YOU CAN IMAGINE.
Compact throws the last paper away, then proceeds to very slowly take the duct tape off his mouth. The music in the background is finally loud enough so we can hear the lyrics.
“Silence can be golden but gold can sometimes suffocate
Like that girl in that James Bond film, too late to respirate
Tragedy can be plain to see with lights and sirens
But sometimes it ain´t quite so clear
Domestic Silence.”
Scroobius Pip´s “Domestic Silence” stops just as Compact removes the duct tape. He smiles at the camera and utters into complete silence.
“Get it?”
The scene goes dark all of a sudden, before we slowly open again, this time in full color. We find ourselves in Stryke Dojo in Los Angeles, a place familiar to fans and followers of its founder, pro wrestling veteran Adam Stryker. But also to Chris Compact himself, as it is the place where he became a wrestler. We see Chris in his full gear and his new “Get it?” t-shirt as he´s sitting in one of the corners of the training ring.
“Eversince the match at GWD´s first event, I was pretty silent. I commented very little on the fact I did not win, or the fact I did not lose either as I was not the one who tapped out. I kept away from social media for most of the time. I didn´t even want to talk now, but I am contractually obligated to do so and promote my next match. Get it, Britney? You get what I´m talking about?” he asks calmly, looking straight into the camera.
“You and me, we are polar opposites. You basically live on Twitter, you take every spare moment of your stupid, glitter filled life to log on there and cry about how I cost you the match. But you know damn well I didn´t. You were not good enough to match Chris Crippler, you were not good enough to break free off his submission. And I know that those two weeks ago, I wasn´t quite good enough to beat him either. That´s why I didn´t spend those two weeks crying on Twitter.”
Compact uses the ropes to get up to his feet quickly and walks to the center of the ring.
“I spent it here,” he spreads his arms and turns 360 degrees. “I spent every possible moment in the Dojo, in this very ring, working my ass off to be a hundred percent prepared for you. I didn´t interact with you, I did not react to your dumb, overused jokes about my size, I only prepared for the one on one meeting against us. Because unlike you, Britney,” he says, getting more intense with every word. “I don´t blabber like a maniac. I let my actions speak for me.”
Compact steps out though the ropes and sits on the apron.
“I hate you, Britney Anders,” he states simply. “And not just for who you are, but most of all for what you represent. A child of consumerism, a slave of social media, more concerned with how you look to the general public and how others view you than with your own opinion. Every word you let out of your mouth just confirms that more and more. And you´re right, when Chris Crippler locked you in that submission, I could have just storm into the ring and save you. But the fact of the matter is that in that short time I´ve spent around you, I´ve grown to hate you so much I could not do it. Believe me, Britney, I enjoy watching you suffer, I could purchase a front row ticket and to watch you tap out again and again and again, just like you did in that match at Out for Justice 1.
This time will be different. There will be no Chris Crippler to get between us, sweetheart, it will be just you and me, one on one. And believe me, if there´s anything I´ll enjoy more than seeing you suffer, it´s making you suffer by myself.”
Chris lets out a few angry, heavy breaths before continuing.
“I don´t know what made the higher powers of GWD decide the matchtype, but at the Holiday Special, we meet in a Finisher match. It´s a weird type of match, a bit unpredictable. Sometimes, even when you hit the finisher, the opponent kicks out, but in this case, you don´t get that, it can be over in 30 seconds. Also, since I use two finishers, you can argue that I have a bit of an advantage, I can choose which one I hit, whereas you only use The Makeover…
Well, you would be wrong if you guessed that. Britney, I´m gonna be a bit of a Bond villain, and I´m gonna tell you my plan. At the Holiday Special, I will use every second of our match, every move, to rip you apart, expose and embarrass you in front of the live audience. And when I am finally done with you, I will finally hit Your Final Shortcoming, the deadliest, most vicious knee strike in the history of our business. I will not only win the match, but also turn your face, the only thing other than your fake tits that still makes you a bit interesting, into a bloody mess. So, in the end, it will be you who will be getting a pretty big makeover.”
He taps on his right knee.
“Get it?”
Fade to black.
He starts throwing the papers away, slowly revealing a message as the music in the background gradually gains volume.
THEY SAY SILENCE IS GOLDEN.
BUT I GUESS YOU DO NOT THINK SO.
YOU THINK CONSTANT SELF PROMOTION BRINGS YOU TO GOLD.
YOU CHOOSE TO LEND YOUR EVERY WORD
EVERY IMAGE
TO THE PUBLIC
YOU CHOOSE TO PROSTITUTE YOURSELF TO FAME
BUT SOME OF US
He points at himself before throwing this paper away
LIKE TO WAIT IN SILENCE
AND THEN LET THE ACTIONS SPEAK
LOUDER THAN YOU CAN IMAGINE.
Compact throws the last paper away, then proceeds to very slowly take the duct tape off his mouth. The music in the background is finally loud enough so we can hear the lyrics.
“Silence can be golden but gold can sometimes suffocate
Like that girl in that James Bond film, too late to respirate
Tragedy can be plain to see with lights and sirens
But sometimes it ain´t quite so clear
Domestic Silence.”
Scroobius Pip´s “Domestic Silence” stops just as Compact removes the duct tape. He smiles at the camera and utters into complete silence.
“Get it?”
The scene goes dark all of a sudden, before we slowly open again, this time in full color. We find ourselves in Stryke Dojo in Los Angeles, a place familiar to fans and followers of its founder, pro wrestling veteran Adam Stryker. But also to Chris Compact himself, as it is the place where he became a wrestler. We see Chris in his full gear and his new “Get it?” t-shirt as he´s sitting in one of the corners of the training ring.
“Eversince the match at GWD´s first event, I was pretty silent. I commented very little on the fact I did not win, or the fact I did not lose either as I was not the one who tapped out. I kept away from social media for most of the time. I didn´t even want to talk now, but I am contractually obligated to do so and promote my next match. Get it, Britney? You get what I´m talking about?” he asks calmly, looking straight into the camera.
“You and me, we are polar opposites. You basically live on Twitter, you take every spare moment of your stupid, glitter filled life to log on there and cry about how I cost you the match. But you know damn well I didn´t. You were not good enough to match Chris Crippler, you were not good enough to break free off his submission. And I know that those two weeks ago, I wasn´t quite good enough to beat him either. That´s why I didn´t spend those two weeks crying on Twitter.”
Compact uses the ropes to get up to his feet quickly and walks to the center of the ring.
“I spent it here,” he spreads his arms and turns 360 degrees. “I spent every possible moment in the Dojo, in this very ring, working my ass off to be a hundred percent prepared for you. I didn´t interact with you, I did not react to your dumb, overused jokes about my size, I only prepared for the one on one meeting against us. Because unlike you, Britney,” he says, getting more intense with every word. “I don´t blabber like a maniac. I let my actions speak for me.”
Compact steps out though the ropes and sits on the apron.
“I hate you, Britney Anders,” he states simply. “And not just for who you are, but most of all for what you represent. A child of consumerism, a slave of social media, more concerned with how you look to the general public and how others view you than with your own opinion. Every word you let out of your mouth just confirms that more and more. And you´re right, when Chris Crippler locked you in that submission, I could have just storm into the ring and save you. But the fact of the matter is that in that short time I´ve spent around you, I´ve grown to hate you so much I could not do it. Believe me, Britney, I enjoy watching you suffer, I could purchase a front row ticket and to watch you tap out again and again and again, just like you did in that match at Out for Justice 1.
This time will be different. There will be no Chris Crippler to get between us, sweetheart, it will be just you and me, one on one. And believe me, if there´s anything I´ll enjoy more than seeing you suffer, it´s making you suffer by myself.”
Chris lets out a few angry, heavy breaths before continuing.
“I don´t know what made the higher powers of GWD decide the matchtype, but at the Holiday Special, we meet in a Finisher match. It´s a weird type of match, a bit unpredictable. Sometimes, even when you hit the finisher, the opponent kicks out, but in this case, you don´t get that, it can be over in 30 seconds. Also, since I use two finishers, you can argue that I have a bit of an advantage, I can choose which one I hit, whereas you only use The Makeover…
Well, you would be wrong if you guessed that. Britney, I´m gonna be a bit of a Bond villain, and I´m gonna tell you my plan. At the Holiday Special, I will use every second of our match, every move, to rip you apart, expose and embarrass you in front of the live audience. And when I am finally done with you, I will finally hit Your Final Shortcoming, the deadliest, most vicious knee strike in the history of our business. I will not only win the match, but also turn your face, the only thing other than your fake tits that still makes you a bit interesting, into a bloody mess. So, in the end, it will be you who will be getting a pretty big makeover.”
He taps on his right knee.
“Get it?”
Fade to black.
