Post by TFP on Sept 6, 2008 9:26:21 GMT -4
A dark room is the scene, and underneath a dim and flickering chandelier is an old wooden chair. The lights suddenly go on and start to flicker with many different shades until ultimately coming to full brightness, revealing Eigenschaft sitting comfortably. Looking ahead at the camera that is placed in front of him, he tilts his head, bringing his hand up and looking at the Domo-Kun.
"You talk. A lot."
"James can say what he wants to say about me or you, but it's not going to matter when it comes to your match. By the time the bell rings, Eigenschaft, the man will start to sing. In pain. You'll wrench his arms, twist his legs, snap his neck and break his back. Now when he says he takes this sport one-hundred percent serious, I'm going to have to believe him - he looks dead serious when it comes to wrestling. He's like you - nobody jokes around when it comes to this sport. However, Tsunami thinks he's going to make you remember your debut match. Well, he's partly right about that. You WILL remember your debut match against him, it's something you will never forget. And why shouldn't you remember it? You're not going to be the one who will have his head beaten so hard that he'll forget his life and thoughts. It's James who won't be remembering this match, it's James who will be forgetting every single thing that happens in his life up until the day he wakes up from the coma you put him in. He wants seriousness? How's that for seriousness? I'm extremely serious when I say I want you to hurt him, I'm extremely serious when I say I want you to put him in a hospital bed in a vegetative state, hooked up to various tubes and surviving because of life-support. You, Eigenschaft, are a force to be reckoned with. James Tsunami is a tough start for you, I know he will be. But don't worry about him, don't be scared of him - wrestling is no place for fear, you should know that. James could say the same thing. Before stepping up against him, I want you to take a long sit to yourself and recollect all your thoughts about him and put everything in the front of your mind - then throw it out the window. You don't need to have any thoughts of your opponents in the matches you wrestle against them, you just need one thing: yourself and your insanity."
"Sanity: Gone."
"And his hands. No matter how much he tries to make you feel scared about them, don't believe his stories. If there was any truth to his stories, then you wouldn't see many of those wrestlers affected by them still wrestling to this date. The only thing his hands can twist is a bottle. The only thing his hands can open up is a tin-can, and that's with the aid of a can-opener. So they can get the job done, he says? So they have done things people thought were never humanly possible, he says? If they can get the job done, good job, applaud yourself with those hands. And if they done things that other people can never do, so what? Call Guinness Records if you want any recognition for them, because the two of us, we're simply not impressed. People can hype their hands up so much, and to me that proves that the wrestlers are running dry when they have nothing more to talk about than their hands. Try lasting in a Mixed-Martial Arts promotion if you think your hands are as lethal as you say they are. Or maybe you're trying to be the new-age Tajiri with fists of fire? We're not scared of your hands, and we're not scared of Tajiri's feet. Eigenschaft has never been afraid of anything in his life; he has no fear-bone, he has nothing that a regular human being has. So that makes Darstellung different, does it not? Of course it does, and that's something he and I are proud of. He's not your regular, bland, photocopied wrestler that is like several others currently existing. He's one of those rare breeds that comes once in a blue moon. If you think this pig mask is used as a gimmick instead of hiding his identity from the outside world, then why isn't he acting like a pig? Why isn't he squeeling or making oink sounds? Shouldn't he be rolling around in his own crap? It's not a gimmick, it's not an act. He's simply uncomfortable with revealing who he is."
"Die."
"Eigenschaft hardly even knows you and already that comment about refering to him as a wrestler using a pig gimmick to get him over has made him mad. A man this mysterious isn't one that you really want to mess around with, James. You probably can't see the seriousness in his eyes, feeling the intensity running through his body or the rage that is about to explode out in that ring, but many things will happen that you won't even believe. I'm no Mr. Socko, I'm not the kind of guy that will be shoved down people's throats and put in their mouths, but I will say quite a mouthful. More than a mouthful than Eigenschaft's name, so be scared. Are you afraid of the Darst? Hopefully you are, but if you're like Eigenschaft and choose to ignore the politics of the wrestling industry, then you won't flinch or shudder at the thoughts of going up against a guy like him. He's not afraid of you and I expect you to be the same, but for some odd reason, guys like him are amongst the top most feared wrestlers in the sport - with very little to say. The less, the better. The more spoken, the better known. You're like Darstellung; a man with very few words. It's highly unlikely, however, that the two of you will ever be friends - but oh well, so be it - wrestling isn't a place for friends, it isn't even a place for relationships since you're only going to lose them a month or two later. Look at yourself, James; that girl you befriended. What happened to her? She upped and walked out of here without saying anything first. Eigenschaft isn't a sucker for women, nor is he one to become friends with somebody. I'm not his friend, he's not my friend. I have a mission to complete and Eigenschaft is who I'm using to get that mission done."
"Are you afraid of the Darst?"
With that, the lights burn out, one by one. We're left in pitch darkness and only hear footsteps until silence takes over.
"You talk. A lot."
"James can say what he wants to say about me or you, but it's not going to matter when it comes to your match. By the time the bell rings, Eigenschaft, the man will start to sing. In pain. You'll wrench his arms, twist his legs, snap his neck and break his back. Now when he says he takes this sport one-hundred percent serious, I'm going to have to believe him - he looks dead serious when it comes to wrestling. He's like you - nobody jokes around when it comes to this sport. However, Tsunami thinks he's going to make you remember your debut match. Well, he's partly right about that. You WILL remember your debut match against him, it's something you will never forget. And why shouldn't you remember it? You're not going to be the one who will have his head beaten so hard that he'll forget his life and thoughts. It's James who won't be remembering this match, it's James who will be forgetting every single thing that happens in his life up until the day he wakes up from the coma you put him in. He wants seriousness? How's that for seriousness? I'm extremely serious when I say I want you to hurt him, I'm extremely serious when I say I want you to put him in a hospital bed in a vegetative state, hooked up to various tubes and surviving because of life-support. You, Eigenschaft, are a force to be reckoned with. James Tsunami is a tough start for you, I know he will be. But don't worry about him, don't be scared of him - wrestling is no place for fear, you should know that. James could say the same thing. Before stepping up against him, I want you to take a long sit to yourself and recollect all your thoughts about him and put everything in the front of your mind - then throw it out the window. You don't need to have any thoughts of your opponents in the matches you wrestle against them, you just need one thing: yourself and your insanity."
"Sanity: Gone."
"And his hands. No matter how much he tries to make you feel scared about them, don't believe his stories. If there was any truth to his stories, then you wouldn't see many of those wrestlers affected by them still wrestling to this date. The only thing his hands can twist is a bottle. The only thing his hands can open up is a tin-can, and that's with the aid of a can-opener. So they can get the job done, he says? So they have done things people thought were never humanly possible, he says? If they can get the job done, good job, applaud yourself with those hands. And if they done things that other people can never do, so what? Call Guinness Records if you want any recognition for them, because the two of us, we're simply not impressed. People can hype their hands up so much, and to me that proves that the wrestlers are running dry when they have nothing more to talk about than their hands. Try lasting in a Mixed-Martial Arts promotion if you think your hands are as lethal as you say they are. Or maybe you're trying to be the new-age Tajiri with fists of fire? We're not scared of your hands, and we're not scared of Tajiri's feet. Eigenschaft has never been afraid of anything in his life; he has no fear-bone, he has nothing that a regular human being has. So that makes Darstellung different, does it not? Of course it does, and that's something he and I are proud of. He's not your regular, bland, photocopied wrestler that is like several others currently existing. He's one of those rare breeds that comes once in a blue moon. If you think this pig mask is used as a gimmick instead of hiding his identity from the outside world, then why isn't he acting like a pig? Why isn't he squeeling or making oink sounds? Shouldn't he be rolling around in his own crap? It's not a gimmick, it's not an act. He's simply uncomfortable with revealing who he is."
"Die."
"Eigenschaft hardly even knows you and already that comment about refering to him as a wrestler using a pig gimmick to get him over has made him mad. A man this mysterious isn't one that you really want to mess around with, James. You probably can't see the seriousness in his eyes, feeling the intensity running through his body or the rage that is about to explode out in that ring, but many things will happen that you won't even believe. I'm no Mr. Socko, I'm not the kind of guy that will be shoved down people's throats and put in their mouths, but I will say quite a mouthful. More than a mouthful than Eigenschaft's name, so be scared. Are you afraid of the Darst? Hopefully you are, but if you're like Eigenschaft and choose to ignore the politics of the wrestling industry, then you won't flinch or shudder at the thoughts of going up against a guy like him. He's not afraid of you and I expect you to be the same, but for some odd reason, guys like him are amongst the top most feared wrestlers in the sport - with very little to say. The less, the better. The more spoken, the better known. You're like Darstellung; a man with very few words. It's highly unlikely, however, that the two of you will ever be friends - but oh well, so be it - wrestling isn't a place for friends, it isn't even a place for relationships since you're only going to lose them a month or two later. Look at yourself, James; that girl you befriended. What happened to her? She upped and walked out of here without saying anything first. Eigenschaft isn't a sucker for women, nor is he one to become friends with somebody. I'm not his friend, he's not my friend. I have a mission to complete and Eigenschaft is who I'm using to get that mission done."
"Are you afraid of the Darst?"
With that, the lights burn out, one by one. We're left in pitch darkness and only hear footsteps until silence takes over.