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Topic Started: Oct 27 2016, 01:16 AM (16 Views)
Captain Howdy
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How do you live without playing the game
Sit on the side and expect to keep sane
Step right up and be a part of the action
Come get a piece of it before it's too late
Take a look around
You can't deny what you see
Were living in a violent society
Well my brother let me show you a better way
So get your game face on because it's time to play
You're pushing and fighting your way you're ripping it up

--From "Violence Fetish" by Disturbed.



The scene slowly fades in from black, as "Captain Howdy" by Twisted Sister begins to play. We find ourselves looking out over a beach, lit only by street lamps, not so far away. The waves roll into the shore, over and over, giving the feeling of a calm, restful place to be. However, the music betrays that, as we know who it belongs to, and what it often portends. As the camera pans around, we do indeed see the man for whom the music plays. He is wearing the clothes we have become accustomed to seeing him in, lime green tuxedo and black shoes, with a white silk shirt under the jacket. He is staring intently out over the ocean, almost as if he is seeking something out there. Little by little, the music begins to fade, and the Captain begins to speak.

CAPTAIN HOWDY: Such power, such beauty, and ultimately, such danger. The ocean is a cold Mistress, when it chooses to be. It will welcome you, make you feel at home, and then, without warning, it will turn on you. Moment to moment, your very existence is in question when you give yourself over to her. For many, it is just that thrill, that uncertainty, that calls them out to her, again and again. I am not that sort of Captain, as I have said in the past, but like many, I feel the pull occasionally.

That razor's edge of danger, of betrayal, is very similar to what Redemption has done to, if I may say so, four of its top talents this week. I am standing alongside the man whom I will fight for the Redemption Title, Dante Saffron. Now, Dante, I know you have no reason to trust me. I know you have no reason to believe me. I am, after all, the Most Dangerous Man in Redemption. However, until you and I are actually opponents, I see no reason why we cannot co-exist for a short time. I am not some rabid dog that will bite you when you reach out. I am not a scorpion who will sting you as you help me, for no other reason than it is in my nature. No, you and I have been placed together in this match, and thus I pledge to you, I will not betray your trust. I will not turn on you, nor will I cause you any harm. Like you, I appreciate a good fight, and would rather have you hale and whole when we face each other later.

Besides, I get the feeling that this match could be a lot of fun. After all, from the little I know about you, we do look at some things in similar ways. Once we get past this, then we can go ahead and find out which of us is actually better. I already know the answer to that question, but for now, I'll indulge you by saying it's a mystery.

And who is it that Redemption has placed us against? Why, two other men who now have something to prove. Abel Essex, you and I had a good match. You showed plenty of talent and drive, but in the end, experience and treachery triumphed over youth and enthusiasm. There is no shame in the loss you suffered at my hands, Abel. No, rather you should treat it as a learning experience. You should take that loss, and study it. Break it down, figure out what you did wrong. That way, the next time, maybe even this time, you can address the things that cost you the victory against me.

There is, of course, just one small problem with that idea. You see, just when you think you have all the answers, I go and change the questions. Ask around a bit, Abel. Ask young Mister Keaton. His father and I had several matches, and each time, Jake tried something different. Each time, I adapted, and well, I won nearly every encounter we ever had. I look forward to you coming back at me, Abel. I look forward to watching you build yourself up, get your confidence high enough to try again, just so I can knock you right back down, and send you back to the proverbial drawing board. Your first chance comes this week. I hope you've made the most of your opportunity, because otherwise you will quickly bore me, and that will mean I will have to get creative. I have a feeling you won't like that very much.

The Captain turns to the camera now, a sick grin coming across his face, but still not quite reaching his eyes. No, the shark-dead eyes that look into the lens do not match the expression at all, and give us a moment's pause and shiver, before he begins again.

CH: And then, there is the other participant in this match. You know, I don't know very much at all about you, Angel Blake. But, there is one thing I do know...

You're an idiot.

I know, I know, I shouldn't say those things about the mentally impaired, but it's just too easy. I think you've spent a little too long looking out from your ivory tower to actually know what is going on in the world around you. You may want to come down every now and then. I know the view is nice, but all the good stuff happens down here.

So, you think you're god, do you? Hate to break it to you, but my Other has seen god, and you're not even close. Yes, my Other. You know, the one with the red eyes, deeper voice, and murderous intentions? That's why you're an idiot. I'm not the monster, the demon, the nightmare that everyone else in the world look at me as? You're right. I'm not...he is. He just happens to be attached to me, and has spent the last sixteen years or so beating the dementia out of fools like you. Who knows, perhaps this will eliminate your therapy bills and save you some money. You see, Angel, I am two entities in one person. So, while I am not the monster, part of me is. I am no demon, but he is. Do I have people I care about? Well, of course. I am human. Does he feel the same? I know for a fact he does not. However, I dare you to take one step in my family's direction, Angel. I dare you to even let your shadow fall across them, because my Other is well aware of the extent of freedom I will afford him, should that happen.

No, better you should concern yourself with what you will find in front of you this week, when we are in the ring together. You see, I have made a career of breaking angels, crushing monsters, and knocking gods from their temples. You won't be any different. All you're going to be, is my latest victim. But, do me a favor, will you? When you're lying there, in all your divine misery, could you please, pretty please, just say one thing for me? Just say, "Even a god can die". Can you do that for me?

So, a pair of unlikely pairs come together this week for a match made for the sole purpose of the mayhem that might follow. I think it would be a fine thing, and a great joke, if both teams functioned well, and showed the management that they need to find new ways to do things, instead of retreading the ground that so many others have been down before. Dante, I look forward to stepping into the ring alongside you. Abel, I want to see what you've learned in the short time since we saw each other last. And Angel, well, I just want to shut your mouth, permanently if possible. Our game is set, our rules are ready. The outcome, not really in doubt. Essex and Blake, for you, it's going to come down to one simple fact:

For you two...PLAYTIME'S OVER!!!!

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAAA!!!!!!

AAAAAAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!!!!

The Captain continues to laugh maniacally, as the cameraman, knowing how he can occasionally be, backs up a few steps. After several moments, Howdy stops, and looks into the camera, intense, focused, and ready for a war. He turns, and starts to walk off down the beach, until he is swallowed by the night, and the scene slowly fades to black.
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