A Force of Nature Aug 4, 2019 23:51:23 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Aug 4, 2019 23:51:23 GMT -5
The words flash across the screen in rapid succession and then the screen goes black again. From the darkness a single voice speaks out.
“Start the countdown...”
Stepping forward from the shadows is an African American male with a bald head and beard. His eyes are wide, his eyebrow stretches unbroken from one side of his face to the other this of course is only matched by the smile on his face. He is wearing a black suit with a white shirt and a bright red tie, which he adjusts as he steps forward. This is Apollo Jones, the hype man for the Purge Night in America and he is ready to start talking.
“Ladies and gentlemen, on August tenth in Daytona Beach you are going to need to prepare yourself. You are going to need to make arrangements for the safety of your belongings, your loved ones and any pets you might have. You’re going to need to prepare for everything and anything possible that you can fathom and then you might need to ask someone else to brainstorm more things to prepare for. Because August tenth is going to be the first ever appearance for Purge Night in America here in UWL.
...and even I don't have any clue what to expect to happen.”
Apollo cocks his head to the side and chuckles a little bit.
“That’s the beauty of life, ain’t it? The unexpected nature of it all. One moment everything is going great in your world, the next moment… well, something unexpected happens. If you think that at any moment I am going to be able to clue you in or give you some sort of insider information as to what is going to happen, well then you’ve turned into the wrong programming. That’s not what my job is here, my job is simply to take the leash off of the hurricane and give it a little shove. And that’s what I’m going to do August tenth in Dayton Beach, unleash the hurricane.
To you, they’re Eddie Myers and Baron Kincade. To me, to someone who has seen what they are capable of, they are so much more than just Eddie and Baron. I have seen what these two men can do separately, I went to their shows and I recruited them based on what I saw. They have been handpicked to be the most brutal, bloodthirsty and violent tag team in the history of not just the UWL, but in the whole landscape of professional wrestling.”
Apollo pauses for a moment.
“I first met Baron Kincade outside of some bar in London about six months ago. It was for some ragtag fly-by-night federation that barely could afford to put up advertisements for their show. Did I mention the name of the show was ‘Ultra Deathnight’? Needless to say, it caught my attention. There I was, three drinks in on good buzz and watching lightbulb after lightbulb get smashed over this dude’s head… no mercy what-so-ever, glass flying everywhere and Baron… wow… the dude just kept on getting up. I swear to the good Lord almighty upstairs that after about five of those hits he had a smile on his face.
You heard me.
Chewing glass, no lie. When the match ended, I downed my drink and knew right there I had learned a terrible secret, one that I had to use to my advantage to make some damn money.”
Apollo pauses again and shakes his head, just thinking about that moment is seemingly giving him goosebumps and chills down his spine.
“As for Eddie? Well, that one was in my own backyard… literally, I ain’t lying. That dude was wrestling in the backyard wrestling federation around the place where I was living in Detroit. I swear, Eddie must have fallen through at least two tables from a height of about fifteen feet and he was still mad that he was unable to set himself on fire before doing so. No shit, the man is a maniac. We had cops showing up by the bus load just to get this place under control…
...and what was Eddie doing while the cops were arresting people? He was swinging a chair around in the air like a madman, three cops had to taze him just to bring him down and when they finally got the handcuffs on him? Shiiiit. He looked up and asked the cops if the match was over. I know this to be true, because I was on the ground in front of him being handcuffed as well and I looked straight into his eyes as he said it as if he were asking for a coffee refill at the Waffle House.
That dude, is nuts. When they announced him as ‘all out mayhem’ I should have listened and ran.”
Apollo laughs a little bit, and then does his best to wipe that smirk off of his face as he continues on.
“And that was when these two were by themselves. I, Apollo Jones, have brought these two forces of nature together and I will unleash them together…”
The smile grows.
“Like I said, I have no idea what to expect and that’s the beauty of life. Seeing something for the first time, that unexpected twist. The carnage, the mayhem, dare I say the apocalypse? We shall see, Daytona. August tenth is going to be one hell of a night.”
With that, Apollo Jones adjusts his tie and steps back into the shadows as we fade to black.