2014.07.14: PWN - LEGACY - To The Other Side To The Other Side
Carson, California - 7/14/14
There was no Con Escobar in sight, this was all as the scene opened up on the face of 'The Ultra' Christian Othniel. Ruby Red, CO's business associated was no-where to be seen, the only thing keeping Othniel company was a kendo-stick, one he affectionately named 'Father Karras'.Holding the kendo stick as if it was a priceless artifact, Christian's eyes scanned the instrument of war, all as he tapped it against his hands a few time. 'Father Karras' was a name he gave to a kendo-stick, as Christian felt that only HE, with the help of 'Father Karras' could 'exorcise' those that will inevitably will be 'purged'. With with eyes still focused on the kendo stick, Christian now gripped it and let it move across his shoulder and tapped it a few times all as following a sharp exhale-- his voice sounded.
"I take it that Bobby Langford didn't appreciate Father Karras' debut too much, it's sad. I really thought that by introducing an old friend to a purge-worthy punk like Langford, he'd see that there's no hope, his destiny is sealed. Instead Bobby continues this facade, a fight he won't win. He puts on his happy face, he forces a smile when through it all? I can see through the cracks that's formed in his armor. You're no knight in shining armor, you're just playing pretend. Much like the rest of them-"
Othniel pointed the kendo stick beyond the camera, almost as if he was Babe Ruth calling his legendary home-run shot.
".. you're a poser. It's OK for children to make pretend, to build themselves up as fictional characters and imagine their lives as adults but Bobby, you are an adult.. You hail from the esteemed Emerald Academy yet you're.. continuing to play superhero. Where's your cape? Where's your cowl? I don't see it, and you know why it doesn't exist? It's because you're NOT a hero. You're a human, a conflicted human being that thinks he can judge me because the way I live of my life is a bit different than how he lives his. The point of that 'retirement speech' was to show the masses just how STUPID you are, Langford. You think there's an injury out there that can stop me? That can slow 'the purge'?! I told you that I was going to complete it regardless of how I feel- through sickness or health.. I'm not going anywhere. You're going to have to deal with the fact that you've made a mortal enemy out of me Bobby Langford-- but I've got 'the rite' on my side.."
CO trailed his words off, all as he brought the kendo stick down and once again allowed his eyes admire the beautifully structured item. It was during his stint under Decaine's 'IRX' banner when Othniel brought Father Karras to the ring with him-- he carried it everywhere. The foreign object managed to get him to rack up the victories, all as he carved quite a name and reputation for himself as being as brutal as possible. Still admiring the object, Othniel's right hand clenched around the handle of the kendo stick now, all as he placed it down onto the ground and used it as a crutch of sorts- as he shifted his weight onto it-- that familiar, ghastly like grin appeared once more.
"You've got it all wrong-- allllll wrong. By the way, this look familiar?"
Lifting his right leg to copy the pose he had at Independence Day with his fake injury and crutches, Othniel chuckled and continued.
".. the point of the feigning that went on at Independence Day wasn't simply to fool the masses, that's too easy. I wanted to show the world just how stupid you are Bobby, just how much of an idiot the man who people rally behind is led astray. How can the people be as equally- or no, even MORE so dumb than you are to follow you and jump on your bandwagon? It proves my point, it proves the fact that you need to be purged-- not even Father Karras is strong enough to handle a job like this. It's going to take every fiber in my body, every ounce of energy Father Karras has to fully remove you from the picture-- so the shackles and restraints you've got on the minds of the people are broken and they're able to see who they should really be following.. me."
Cocking his head back, Christian cleared his throat and rested the back of his head against whatever wall that was behind him. Tapping the kendo stick on the ground in a rhythmic manner, Christian continued to speak- all as the tapping got lighter, but still existed.
"I don't know why you're constantly trying to make the point that I'm wrong, I don't see that.. really, I don't, I know that you're supposed to be this wholesome, lovable big man that just wants peace.. he wants love-- all he craves is full sportsmanship but. that's not what I offer. I don't shake hands at the end of matches, Bobby- just like I don't wish a colleague good luck as they head into a big match. Call me selfish but my primary concern isn't to help others-- it's all about me, it's always been about me. You've got yourself thinking that there's some hidden layer beneath what you've seen that just wants to burst out and all of a sudden I'm puking cotton candy and whistling rainbows.. but that doesn't exist. I've told you on several occasions, there's nothing inside of me but evil. That's not some attempt to intimidate anyone, you've seen it Langford. Even when I was 'pouring my heart out..'"
Of course the last statement was made with ABSOLUTE sarcasm-- completely dripping with it, even.
".. when you looked into my eyes, you didn't see a sense of good.. know why? Because it doesn't exist. It's not some sort of facade or act, I'm not pretending to be bad, I am bad. I'm no hero, I take great pride in crippling heroes and leaving them broken for their fans to morn over. And how close Bobby.. how close where you to having a crutch wrapped around the side of your head which would have taught you the most valuable lesson that neither Frank Washington or Drew Stevenson hasn't given you; you can't trust anyone, especially me. You say my biggest problem is my lack of heart? Well I say your biggest problem is you have too much. Instead of focusing on yourself, you're signing autographs for sick kids- that's where you're wrong. You put too much into it, you think that by being Mister Nice Guy you're building towards a legacy-- yeah, a legacy of under-achieving. Go grant wishes for the local sick kids, make time in your schedule to sign autographs because eventually Bobby-- and they all do-- you'll see what a waste of time it was. When those people who you love so much turn on you, you'll see why I'm the way I am and you'll BEG me to take you under my wing and teach you evil ways. You'll drop to your knees, bow your head and kiss my feet in apology once you finally see that they're all negative-- the only difference between me and them? I don't hide what I am, I embrace it."
There was no lies there, Christian Othniel was fully aware of what he was and what he did, he never hid it from anyone. He didn't have time to plan out an alternate identity where he would parade around the ring, slapping hands with fans and giving kids the shirt off of his back-- how would that help him? Fan support? Why did he need something as petty as that? The only support he needed.. came from The EFFIN' Beast; Con Escobar, a man that has time and time again showed he's as loyal to Othniel as Othniel is to he. The two were like brothers, the bond they had was unbreakable and while the LEGACY Fans would boo- they would chant against him-- Christian had no loyalty to those people. But Esco? It was a different story, and CO knew it was mutual.
"Break on Through, how fitting. The day destroys the night.. Night divides the day.. tried to run.. tried to hide.. break on through to other side.."
Not so much singing the lyrics to the track that influenced the name of LEGACY's next event, rather-- he said it. It didn't stop him from using the kendo stick as a drum of sorts to tap the beat out, all as Christian chuckled once more, still having his head cocked back-
".. who would of thought The Lizard King would predict the results of a match 47 years later? The day-- it represents everything you're about. You're happy, you're energetic-- you're good, Bobby. The night? That's when the truth in people rise, it's when evil.. gets to be.. evil. At Break on Through Morrison said it best- you might destroy me physically, you might have that advantage of wanting to CRUSH me as a human being but I'll win-- I'll divide you mentally, I'll crack your psyche. As broken as I may get-- arms.. neck.. legs.. back.. spine.. you won't be able to take away my mind-- and my mind is what pushes the purge forward. You can run Bobby, you can hide.. But on Saturday? We're gonna BREAK ON THROUGH.. TO THE OTHER SIDE!"
Shouting the lyrics to the song, Christian STILL had his head cocked back as a vein in his neck popped out from the sudden adrenaline rush he got, all as he closed his eyes and let off probably.. the most.. vile cackle in LEGACY Wrestling.
".. try.. to run.. try to hide.. break on through to the other side.. and you know what the other side is, Bobby? It's not a spiritual realm where we're dressed in white with halos hanging over our heads. No.. No, the 'other side' is what I've been preaching since day one-- and with Father Karras and Con in my corner, I can carry out the plan as envisioned. The 'other side' is where Christian Othniel- me, leads the people-- the misguided people to a better life where they listen and abide by my words not because they know I'm right but because out of fear, they know better. I don't need their love-- 'the other side' is a dimension where my values, likes, and mannerisms carry over and are projected onto the people YOU think are loyal to you.. See, 'the other side' is home, it's hot.. and I love it. Whether you like it or not-- listen close Bobby Langford.."
Christian slowly moved his head, adjusting it so his eyes could meet the camera, all as he glared into it.
"Bobby- I am the devil.. And I'm here to do the devil's work. There's no two ways about that-- the only acceptable path-- only acceptable way..?"
Yes, that trademark motion-- all as he placed the kendo stick across of his back which was pressed against a wall. Extending his clenched fists out, Christian let the camera read those eight letters tattooed across of his knuckles; what he considered a way of life. There was no other path he'd take, it was too late. As he mentioned.. all as he continued to hold his clenched fists out, his hands trembling from the <still> adrenaline coursing through his veins-- the camera zoomed in on the ink beneath his flesh..
