Post by Deleted on Nov 26, 2015 16:39:39 GMT
It's Thanksgiving. It's that time of year when everyone should be thankful. Everyone except Papa Nurvy.
We open to a darkened room. In the center of the room is a large table. Sitting upon said table is a turkey, fully prepared. Into the dim light comes Nirvana. Masked and carrying a large mallet, he doesn't seem happy. No, he seems absolutely ready to whip some ass. The behemoth sneers at the camera before speaking in his slow, methodical way.
"So it's come this. How long has it been since I stepped foot in this ring? Ages it seems. I would have been content riding off into the sunset but something seemed off. Letting down a guy who looked up to me when he was a kid. That's not right. I may be a bad man, a classic villain, but I'm not the kind of guy that sets out to let people down. Especially on Thanksgiving, on the day we're meant to share good will."
A laugh. Nirvana shakes his head and hoists the massive mallet upon his left shoulder.
"I was asked to return for this match. A match for the ages. Our opponents will lull you with their thoughts of what is right and what is wrong. What I want is for you to toss out those ideals. This isn't really a battle between good and evil. This is a battle between superior and less than superior. Our team stands above all others as pure lucha perfection. Especially when you start counting up the combined years of experience we share."
Papa Nurvy's eyes focus upon the turkey. His free hand reaches out to pat the cooked bird.
"I am thankful for being allowed back here, for being allowed to take part in such a historic match with people I actually like. But most of all, I am thankful for the opportunity to destroy weaker wrestlers. Wrestlers that focus too much upon the idea of what is right and what is wrong. We're not coming to argue that with you. We're coming to win a match and shove every doubt you might have down your damn throats. I'm going to beat each and every one of you worse than my ex-wife did during our divorce trial. I'm talking scorched Earth, nothing left standing!"
A cackle. An evil, cold cackle. The masked veteran flashes that wicked smirk once more and then, with a grunt, brings the mallet down upon the turkey. The turkey is destroyed by his sheer power, sending bits and pieces of white meat all over the scene. Some even finds it's way upon Papa Nurvy's mask and bare chest. There's nothing left of the turkey by the time Nirvana lifts the mallet and tosses it to the side.
"Like this turkey you will be smashed and bits of you will be left all over the damn ring. YOU WILL BE DESTROYED! Then, and only then, you will have my permission to... EMBRACE NIRVANA!"