Post by SHOZO on Oct 10, 2015 14:49:45 GMT -6
SHOZO: Everyone talks too much.
Sitting on the floor of his apartment is SHOZO. His Pacific Coast title is laid across his lap, one hand tapping on the gold front plate of it.
SHOZO: Talk talk talk talk talk. All of it noise noise noise noise noise. They yell, they boast, they screech insults. Turn themselves into a circus act, wheeling around for everyone to see as they shill concessions.
A smile.
SHOZO: And of course I mean you, Cassius.
You impress me, in a way. You talk more than even Aries, but manage to have less to say. “buy my drink, buy my drink!” Are you a man or a bird? You’re not worthy of facing me either way. Me, the eternal and unending Pacific Coast champion. The man who destroyed the “great hero,” it’s Sentinel, Shinji. After everything I did to him, he still wasn’t strong enough to stop me. Ruby Tyler with all her fury couldn’t stop me. That bitch moth couldn’t stop me. They pause me, they hinder me, but I have still not been stopped! Because I am more than them. They’re weak, they’re misguided, they have no purpose. My purpose is great. Bury everyone, because living only leads to suffering. And I’ll release you all from suffering.
And thus I am confident, no, more than confident. I am completely, utterly certain of myself. I will defeat you, Cassius Reed, and I’ll make you the first of three Reeds that I’ll bury. And none of your insults will matter. No amount of calling me crazy, no amount of calling me stupid, no amount of times saying I need to get laid, no amount of times you say I want to fuck that worthless lying bitch Kiriko will save you. They’re a blanket to keep you safe, to let you wrap up in and hide from the harsh truths of this world. The harsh truth that is me, and my title.
Do you know why I will stay champion, Cassius? Why I will claw your eyes out if need be to keep this belt around my waist?
Because I’m what this company deserves.
Look at this company, Cassius! Look at every single awful piece of shit person walking it’s halls! From our world champion on down, you can’t find a single redeemable person here. Staff, wrestlers, fans...all of them are equally toxic, shitty people.
One slight pause.
SHOZO: Puff Cheetos excluded.
And back to it.
SHOZO: This company will never be known as much for it’s wrestling as it will be for how universally awful every person in it is. Monsters, abusers, arrogants, babykillers. EXODUS is home to the worst. So why would it deserve any better than me? You say the fans need you, the belt needs you, that EXODUS needs you. And I ask, what have they done to deserve that? Because I’ll admit this.
You would be a “better” champion than me.
Not in a talent sense, of course. But in that you winning this title would make those people in the crowd “happy.” “Oh that funny Cassius has won! Now we will be showered in the definitely not recycled horse urine laserade!” And then they go to twitter to watch you swing your dick around triumphantly and laugh at the circus act you are. If you won this belt, you would make people happy.
Which is why I won’t let it happen.
Because no one in this company deserves happiness. We’ve shown we don’t deserve it. By actions and words. Because no one in that crowd deserves happiness. They’ve shown they don’t deserve it. By actions and words.
So by my actions and by my words, I’ll destroy the hope they place in you, Cassius. I’ll turn their dreams of a fun and happy time with Cassius Reed the Pacific Coast champion back into the reality that is me, the eternal unending Pacific Coast champion. I’ll remind them all what I am. Not a man. Not a monster. Not a God.
I am SHOZO.
And I am Death.
Cut to black.
Sitting on the floor of his apartment is SHOZO. His Pacific Coast title is laid across his lap, one hand tapping on the gold front plate of it.
SHOZO: Talk talk talk talk talk. All of it noise noise noise noise noise. They yell, they boast, they screech insults. Turn themselves into a circus act, wheeling around for everyone to see as they shill concessions.
A smile.
SHOZO: And of course I mean you, Cassius.
You impress me, in a way. You talk more than even Aries, but manage to have less to say. “buy my drink, buy my drink!” Are you a man or a bird? You’re not worthy of facing me either way. Me, the eternal and unending Pacific Coast champion. The man who destroyed the “great hero,” it’s Sentinel, Shinji. After everything I did to him, he still wasn’t strong enough to stop me. Ruby Tyler with all her fury couldn’t stop me. That bitch moth couldn’t stop me. They pause me, they hinder me, but I have still not been stopped! Because I am more than them. They’re weak, they’re misguided, they have no purpose. My purpose is great. Bury everyone, because living only leads to suffering. And I’ll release you all from suffering.
And thus I am confident, no, more than confident. I am completely, utterly certain of myself. I will defeat you, Cassius Reed, and I’ll make you the first of three Reeds that I’ll bury. And none of your insults will matter. No amount of calling me crazy, no amount of calling me stupid, no amount of times saying I need to get laid, no amount of times you say I want to fuck that worthless lying bitch Kiriko will save you. They’re a blanket to keep you safe, to let you wrap up in and hide from the harsh truths of this world. The harsh truth that is me, and my title.
Do you know why I will stay champion, Cassius? Why I will claw your eyes out if need be to keep this belt around my waist?
Because I’m what this company deserves.
Look at this company, Cassius! Look at every single awful piece of shit person walking it’s halls! From our world champion on down, you can’t find a single redeemable person here. Staff, wrestlers, fans...all of them are equally toxic, shitty people.
One slight pause.
SHOZO: Puff Cheetos excluded.
And back to it.
SHOZO: This company will never be known as much for it’s wrestling as it will be for how universally awful every person in it is. Monsters, abusers, arrogants, babykillers. EXODUS is home to the worst. So why would it deserve any better than me? You say the fans need you, the belt needs you, that EXODUS needs you. And I ask, what have they done to deserve that? Because I’ll admit this.
You would be a “better” champion than me.
Not in a talent sense, of course. But in that you winning this title would make those people in the crowd “happy.” “Oh that funny Cassius has won! Now we will be showered in the definitely not recycled horse urine laserade!” And then they go to twitter to watch you swing your dick around triumphantly and laugh at the circus act you are. If you won this belt, you would make people happy.
Which is why I won’t let it happen.
Because no one in this company deserves happiness. We’ve shown we don’t deserve it. By actions and words. Because no one in that crowd deserves happiness. They’ve shown they don’t deserve it. By actions and words.
So by my actions and by my words, I’ll destroy the hope they place in you, Cassius. I’ll turn their dreams of a fun and happy time with Cassius Reed the Pacific Coast champion back into the reality that is me, the eternal unending Pacific Coast champion. I’ll remind them all what I am. Not a man. Not a monster. Not a God.
I am SHOZO.
And I am Death.
Cut to black.
