Post by Deleted on Mar 20, 2016 15:35:17 GMT
We join D.C. Wiland by the pool table, just as he sinks the 8-Ball. The wrestler, dressed in a black shirt and jeans, puts the cue on the table and smiles at the camera.
"You know what I enjoy the most about rasslin'?" he asks rhetorically.
"The freedom. Honestly, pro wrestling is the best of all performing arts. When you act in a theatre, they don't listen to your opinions, you gotta do exactly what the script and the director tells you. That's why my bluegrass version of Hamlet set in Compton never made it on stage I guess. I wrestling, however, you get to be whoever and whatever you want. Like me two weeks ago, when I decided I wanna be a cake filling for a few minutes. That was fun, right? Sure it was. My opponent this time around, the Supremo champion himself El Vainillo, has decided that he wants to be two people at once."
Wiland folds arms across his chest.
"For the sake of the freedom that I cherish so much in this sport, I won't try to deny him of the opportunity. I get it, he wants to be booked twice, enjoy two titles possibly, get two pays... why not. I'm just gonna point out one thing. El Vainillo, Jason, however I should call you, you should know that the actions you're doing are having very much the opposite effect than you think. You try to be the hero. The standup guy. The workhorse, who shows up first to every show and leaves the last. You're a good friend to Owl Man, one that has his back day in, day out. People are supposed to be with you, one hundred percent, because you are that shiny clean guy, right? ... Wrong. You're doing what I would do. You're blatantly cheating, in plain sight. You're lying to everyone's faces. You're bending the rules that Pollomania has, just to have one extra title belt for your pathetic little ego. And you think it's okay to do that, to cheat the people you claim to stand up for..."
He shakes his head.
"But that's okay, little man. If you wanna play the role of the most despised good guy, that's fine with me. I will play mine. See, I am the resident extraordinary magician of Pollomania. I overpowered a superhero. I took on a man from another dimension, and sent him back where he came from. And for my next trick, I will step into the circus to take on its weirdest creature, the man with two faces... and I will make at least one of them..."
He snaps his fingers.
"...Disappear."
We slowly fade to black.
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Word count: 449 words
Best of luck, Pedro!
"You know what I enjoy the most about rasslin'?" he asks rhetorically.
"The freedom. Honestly, pro wrestling is the best of all performing arts. When you act in a theatre, they don't listen to your opinions, you gotta do exactly what the script and the director tells you. That's why my bluegrass version of Hamlet set in Compton never made it on stage I guess. I wrestling, however, you get to be whoever and whatever you want. Like me two weeks ago, when I decided I wanna be a cake filling for a few minutes. That was fun, right? Sure it was. My opponent this time around, the Supremo champion himself El Vainillo, has decided that he wants to be two people at once."
Wiland folds arms across his chest.
"For the sake of the freedom that I cherish so much in this sport, I won't try to deny him of the opportunity. I get it, he wants to be booked twice, enjoy two titles possibly, get two pays... why not. I'm just gonna point out one thing. El Vainillo, Jason, however I should call you, you should know that the actions you're doing are having very much the opposite effect than you think. You try to be the hero. The standup guy. The workhorse, who shows up first to every show and leaves the last. You're a good friend to Owl Man, one that has his back day in, day out. People are supposed to be with you, one hundred percent, because you are that shiny clean guy, right? ... Wrong. You're doing what I would do. You're blatantly cheating, in plain sight. You're lying to everyone's faces. You're bending the rules that Pollomania has, just to have one extra title belt for your pathetic little ego. And you think it's okay to do that, to cheat the people you claim to stand up for..."
He shakes his head.
"But that's okay, little man. If you wanna play the role of the most despised good guy, that's fine with me. I will play mine. See, I am the resident extraordinary magician of Pollomania. I overpowered a superhero. I took on a man from another dimension, and sent him back where he came from. And for my next trick, I will step into the circus to take on its weirdest creature, the man with two faces... and I will make at least one of them..."
He snaps his fingers.
"...Disappear."
We slowly fade to black.
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Word count: 449 words
Best of luck, Pedro!