Post by Captain Howdy on Feb 2, 2013 18:48:23 GMT -6
I was there through the ages
Chained slaves to their cages
I have seen you eat your own
I'm the cycle of pain
Of a thousand year old reign
I'm suicide and salvation
The omen to nations
That you worship on all fours
I'm the infection and famine
That's knocking at your door
That's why you're feeling so
Unholy
Oh, I was created by man, you know I'm....
Unholy
--From "Unholy" by Kiss
The scene fades slowly in from black, as "Captain Howdy" by Twisted Sister plays in the background. We find ourselves looking on at the well-appointed living room that we've seen before where a few familiar figures are sitting around the fireplace. The beautiful brunette, Nadia Snow-Jacobs, is holding her infant son while sitting on the couch, and feeding him, as she watches another figure pace around the room. That person is none other than the good Captain Howdy himself, who looks to be a bit agitated today. Finally, the statuesque blonde known as the Mistress is sipping something from a mug, as She watches him as well. After a few moments, the music fades, and Nadia begins to speak.
NADIA: Alright James, what is it? You've been like this for days now and it's starting to make us nervous.
MISTRESS: I've known you for years, and I've never seen you like this. Let us help you.
CAPTAIN HOWDY: I know, and I'm sorry to both of you. I just don't know what is going on here with me in the NCW. I just cannot seem to get on track. I mean, I've been beaten by a disgraced doctor, twice, and a video gamer. Not only that, but changing up my offense hasn't worked and trying to go back to my normal style hasn't been much better. I'm running out of ideas.
N: James, honestly, just go back to what you do best. Go back to the brutal style you've had for years. Between your knowledge of submissions and your technical skills, you're a match for nearly anyone. And even if you did go back to your old underhanded ways, our son will understand perfectly well what is going on.
CH: I get that. Believe me, I've tried. I just really don't know if that's the answer either. It's not like I'm a young man like some of these guys are. I mean, I have been at this for over sixteen years. You'd think that would mean I'd be able to turn it all around fairly easily, but the harder I try, the more frustrated I am getting.
M: James, back when we first started working together, you never let anyone tell you what you could or couldn't do. You went out there, every single night, and proved to everyone that you belonged. It's no different now. It's a new start here in the NCW, that's all. I know it has to be hard to start from the bottom again, but you've been in so many federations that you should know how it works. Just be yourself, do what you do best, and the wins will come.
CH: I know, Amanda, and thank you for the reminder. I'm just not used to this slow of a start. It's not like any of those guys who have beaten me here did so in a cheap way. They all earned those victories. It's got me thinking and doubting myself, probably for the first time in my career.
M: Well stop it. From what I've seen of your matches, you're doing fine. There's a bit more hesitation there lately, a bit of doubt. That's something that's never been a part of you in the past. I think you're still a bit stuck with that idea of becoming a fan favorite. You tried it for a year, and it wasn't the best time of your career. You've been torn between the wrestler you always were, and the one you thought you should become. I say, don't change. Be yourself. Be the Captain, the dangerous one. You don't need the fans cheering for you, you never did. Your son will understand when the time comes.
N: She's right, James. And, I already understand who you really are. I know you, in every way that someone can know someone else. I'm telling you, go ahead and be yourself. Be the brutal, bloodthirsty, sadistic Captain Howdy that you always were. Ends and means, James.
M: Besides that, look at it this way. You've got a Number One Contender's match for one of the Titles in the NCW. Which one was it again?
CH: The X Title.
M: Right, the NCW version of an Extreme Title. If someone there didn't see something they liked in you, you wouldn't be in this spot. Go out there tomorrow, and rip your opponents apart. Break them into little pieces, and laugh while you do it. Show everyone in the NCW what you're really all about, and take that first step toward being the Most Dangerous Man in the company.
CH: Wow. You actually gave ME chills there for a second. But you know what, you're both right. I suppose it's all in my mind as to whether or not I can succeed here. All I need to do is get that mind on the right track. And, I think I know how to do that. If you'll both excuse me, I have something I need to go take care of.
N: No problem. Just one thing...you need to kiss me first.
CH: How can I say no to that?
The Captain walks over to the couch, and leans down, kissing his wife gently, yet deeply, for several moments. Finally, he stands back up and smiles, a small glint in his eye. He looks to the Mistress, and smiles again, before leaving the room, heading toward the back of the house. The camera fades as he turns a corner.
A few moments later, the camera fades back in. Now, the Captain is sitting on the floor in front of a full-length mirror. He looks on at the image there, and just studies it for a time. Then, he tilts his head a bit to the right. To our surprise, the image does not follow that movement, and instead looks at him with those dead, shark-like eyes from the other side of the looking glass, before we hear the conversation.
IMAGE: So, you finally decided to come and see me.
CAPTAIN HOWDY: Well, I thought I knew what I was doing this time, and that I didn't need you as much as before. After all, I have retained a few aspects of you this time around.
I: Not enough though, it would seem. I mean, we used to be on our own all the time, and now you've gone and joined some cult?
CH: The Church of Thor. It's not a cult, it's a stable, and actually it's not that bad an idea. Those guys have been here a while, and seem to be pretty successful.
I: Sure, so successful that they took you in, and then watched you tap out.
CH: We were facing the two Champions, the two main ones, in that match. I wasn't ready...
I: DON'T YOU DARE GIVE ME THAT EXCUSE!!! You idiot, we've been Champion before!!! So many times, in fact, that we ran out of room on the trophy wall in our office. There isn't a wrestler out there that We can't beat in a match, no matter whether they are the Champion or not. You've gotten soft, that's all there is to it. You've let the crowd and fans become more important to you than wins and losses, and the sooner you realize that and fix it, the sooner we'll start winning again.
CH: That's why I'm here. I need...I need you back. I can't do this myself anymore. That's been proven. I've lost twice to James Warren. That's not something I can let stand.
I: And I should care why?
CH: Because, you arrogant bastard, you want this as badly as I do. More, probably, seeing as you haven't been able to come out as of late. I'm offering you the chance to do what it is you love to do more than anything else. I'm giving you the opportunity to torture whomever you want in that ring, however you want to do it.
I: And then, when I've done the hard part, you're just going to tuck me away, as if I never existed. You're going to try and forget that I'm here, until you need me again, and then you'll come back begging.
CH: No, I'm not going to do that. What I am going to do, is tell you that from bell to bell, you have free and total reign over what happens. I don't have any doubt that We will be more successful that way. After all, our best years were when you handled business in the ring. I want that back...We NEED that back.
I: Beg.
CH: What?
I: Beg me. Beg me to do this, to bring you back from whatever hole you've managed to drop yourself into this time.
CH: I...please, I need you to be back in charge in the ring. I need you to come back and take over, so that the NCW will fear and respect me...us...the way they should. I...
I: Oh shut up. You're pathetic, you know that?
CH: I...
I: I said shut up. Yes, of course I will do this. After all, I am, by far, the more true incarnation of Captain Howdy. I am the demon made flesh, the one who haunts the nightmares of so very many of our past opponents and even of those who only watched. You may be the origin, the start point, but I am the apex. So yes, open the door, and I will gladly walk through, and become that which our opponents should fear. And as for the Church of Thor...gladly will I accept my place in their ranks. I may not be an overly religious entity, but I can appreciate the strength they wield and the power that is to be gained. Breaker of Men? I like that. Time to live up to it. Go ahead, open the door.
CH: Fine...here...
As we watch, the Captain lowers his head, and then begins to shake. For a moment, the light in the room actually dims, and we see a physical change come over the man. He sits up straighter, and as his head comes up, it almost appears that there is a dull, red glow in his eyes. Those eyes focus on the camera, and the shark's grin that we saw in the mirror is now firmly on his face. In fact, the image in the mirror is now following his movements exactly, as he stands and dusts himself off.
CH: "Know Thyself". Seems like such simple advice, doesn't it? The amazing thing is that so very many people don't. Poor James, he's one of those people. Oh, he knows well enough what it is that he his capable of doing, but he refuses to understand his limitations. For the vast majority of men in this world, the fact that he has a heart, a conscience, would be a good thing. In fact, he'd be lauded for those things in nearly any occupation or place in this world of ours. Unfortunately, in this world, those things are a liability. Heartless, unfettered brutality is far superior here. Where I come from, that is what is prized most. That is what is rewarded above all else.
So here we go again. Another place, another list of victims in the making. It's been a little while coming, a bit of a slow start, but that's not a big problem. The important thing is that it will all be set right now. And lo and behold, I find myself in a Number One Contenders match for the X Title. How nice is that? I must say, this was a bit unexpected, given the recent results we've suffered here. That, and the fact that We don't exactly fit in this place so well led Us to believe that We'd be waiting much longer for a chance. After all, We don't have some convoluted love triangle or personal tragedy to parade in front of the masses to gain sympathy or interest. We simply are. We just go out there, every night, looking to break whomever is placed across the ring from Us. That, I believe, is why the moniker "Breaker of Men" was bestowed upon
Us by the Church of Thor.
I've always considered myself more akin to Loki than Thor, but I doubt that will be an issue.
So let's see...this time We're in there against two other men. One, We have not yet met. The other has already become a thorn in our side. I suppose We should say something about that. We'll start off with the man We don't know. Xavier Williams, "Black Jesus". You've been somewhat silent for a while now from what We can see. Nothing from you for about a month or so. Now, We know how important it can be to take a break from things here and there, so We won't hold that against you. To be honest, We don't even mind the nickname you've taken on, because after listening to you in one of your past addresses, We get it. In another place, at another time, We might even like you. You seem a good sort, with your head on straight and your priorities in order. You understand this game, what the ins and outs of it are. That means, you know why it is that We have to do what We are planning to do.
Xavier, in order to make the mark that We wish to make here, We need to make an example out of some people. Who better, in that case, than a man a Champion here. Who better, than one of the men who has gone out there and shown the world exactly what it is he can do. We respect that, Xavier. We respect that so much, that We even promise to do Our very best to make this as painless for you as possible. Well, maybe "promise" is too strong a word. We'll try. See, while We do respect you, while We do like your message, We just simply don't care about those things as much as some do. To Us, you're an obstacle to be removed, a bump in Our road to the place where We belong. You've done Us no wrong, no disrespect as yet, so while We will deal with you as brutally as anyone else, We will treat it as it should be, which is as strictly business.
Not so with the other man in this contest.
The Captain's grin broadens, but doesn't quite make it to his eyes, which are still cold and hard at this point. He moves to the wall near a window, and leans against it a bit, before continuing.
CH: Paging Doctor Warren, Paging Doctor Warren. Reality calling for Doctor Warren. There's something you'll likely never hear again, isn't it, my good Doctor? At least, you won't hear that unless the attending physician We send you to this weekend happens to share your name. Twice now, twice you've managed to pull out a victory over Us. Twice, you've defeated Us, and even We can admit that those victories were well earned and completely above board. Where you've erred, where you've earned Our ire, is in the way you think yourself so much better than Us because of it. It's in the way your arrogance grew after Our first defeat at your hands, and even more so after the second. Most people would look at this, and say "I just can't beat this guy". We're not most people.
You see, all that losing to someone does for Us is make Us work that much harder, hate that much hotter, in order to correct the situation. There's nothing We hate more than someone thinking themselves superior to Us. There's very little that angers Us more than the type of attitude you've expressed toward Us. The mistake We've made in the past, is that We let that anger drive Us, instead of using it as fuel. Somehow, you managed to get into Our head a bit, which isn't an easy thing considering how little room there is up here with all of Us present already. You, Doctor Warren, are the primary reason why this shift has occurred. You are the one responsible for what is to be unleashed from this day forward. We truly hope you enjoy it.
To Us, it doesn't really matter what either of you have for hopes, dreams, or aspirations. We don't care what plans you have for Title reigns or ambitions you hold for your careers here. All we care about, is destroying you both, and moving on to face whomever holds the X Title when the time comes for Us to take it. It's been long enough that We've been pushed down and swept aside here in the NCW. Now, now We show all of you exactly why it is that you should fear seeing your name across from Ours. And, Doctor Warren, We fully plan to use you as the most graphic example that We possibly can. There are two-hundred and six bones in the adult, human body, as you are well aware. We ask you, how would you like Us to break them for you? Alphabetically? In order of size? Randomly? We can accommodate any of those rather easily. You, sir, have much to answer for in Our eyes.
This match, this three-way dance, as it were, is the perfect vehicle to launch Our rebirth here. These matches are often so chaotic, so very unpredictable, that to try and claim to know the outcome is often considered to be insanity itself. We're fine with that. So, at Metamorphosis, the world will witness the transition of Captain Howdy from laughing stock to nightmare incarnate. All will see what happens when We change the rules to be the ones that We are most comfortable with, to play the games that We know best. Williams and Warren will be the first steps on Our path, the path that leads to the top of this particular mountain known as the NCW, and those steps will be taken with extreme prejudice. After all, it's more fun that way. Just remember, gentlemen, that someone out there, someone in the front office, is responsible for what will happen to you. Remember that when you're lying on the mat, covered in your own blood, and desperately trying to get your limbs to respond. Remember that, when you finally come to realize exactly what it means when, I decide that for you...
PLAYTIME'S OVER!!!!
HAHAHAHAAAHAHAAHAAHAHAAHAAHAAAAAA!!!!
AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAAHAAAHAHAHAHHAAAAA!!!!
The Captain continues to laugh maniacally, as his music begins to play once more. He slides down the wall, over toward the corner of the room, and sits there, laughing loudly, face hidden from our view, until the scene fades to black.
Chained slaves to their cages
I have seen you eat your own
I'm the cycle of pain
Of a thousand year old reign
I'm suicide and salvation
The omen to nations
That you worship on all fours
I'm the infection and famine
That's knocking at your door
That's why you're feeling so
Unholy
Oh, I was created by man, you know I'm....
Unholy
--From "Unholy" by Kiss
The scene fades slowly in from black, as "Captain Howdy" by Twisted Sister plays in the background. We find ourselves looking on at the well-appointed living room that we've seen before where a few familiar figures are sitting around the fireplace. The beautiful brunette, Nadia Snow-Jacobs, is holding her infant son while sitting on the couch, and feeding him, as she watches another figure pace around the room. That person is none other than the good Captain Howdy himself, who looks to be a bit agitated today. Finally, the statuesque blonde known as the Mistress is sipping something from a mug, as She watches him as well. After a few moments, the music fades, and Nadia begins to speak.
NADIA: Alright James, what is it? You've been like this for days now and it's starting to make us nervous.
MISTRESS: I've known you for years, and I've never seen you like this. Let us help you.
CAPTAIN HOWDY: I know, and I'm sorry to both of you. I just don't know what is going on here with me in the NCW. I just cannot seem to get on track. I mean, I've been beaten by a disgraced doctor, twice, and a video gamer. Not only that, but changing up my offense hasn't worked and trying to go back to my normal style hasn't been much better. I'm running out of ideas.
N: James, honestly, just go back to what you do best. Go back to the brutal style you've had for years. Between your knowledge of submissions and your technical skills, you're a match for nearly anyone. And even if you did go back to your old underhanded ways, our son will understand perfectly well what is going on.
CH: I get that. Believe me, I've tried. I just really don't know if that's the answer either. It's not like I'm a young man like some of these guys are. I mean, I have been at this for over sixteen years. You'd think that would mean I'd be able to turn it all around fairly easily, but the harder I try, the more frustrated I am getting.
M: James, back when we first started working together, you never let anyone tell you what you could or couldn't do. You went out there, every single night, and proved to everyone that you belonged. It's no different now. It's a new start here in the NCW, that's all. I know it has to be hard to start from the bottom again, but you've been in so many federations that you should know how it works. Just be yourself, do what you do best, and the wins will come.
CH: I know, Amanda, and thank you for the reminder. I'm just not used to this slow of a start. It's not like any of those guys who have beaten me here did so in a cheap way. They all earned those victories. It's got me thinking and doubting myself, probably for the first time in my career.
M: Well stop it. From what I've seen of your matches, you're doing fine. There's a bit more hesitation there lately, a bit of doubt. That's something that's never been a part of you in the past. I think you're still a bit stuck with that idea of becoming a fan favorite. You tried it for a year, and it wasn't the best time of your career. You've been torn between the wrestler you always were, and the one you thought you should become. I say, don't change. Be yourself. Be the Captain, the dangerous one. You don't need the fans cheering for you, you never did. Your son will understand when the time comes.
N: She's right, James. And, I already understand who you really are. I know you, in every way that someone can know someone else. I'm telling you, go ahead and be yourself. Be the brutal, bloodthirsty, sadistic Captain Howdy that you always were. Ends and means, James.
M: Besides that, look at it this way. You've got a Number One Contender's match for one of the Titles in the NCW. Which one was it again?
CH: The X Title.
M: Right, the NCW version of an Extreme Title. If someone there didn't see something they liked in you, you wouldn't be in this spot. Go out there tomorrow, and rip your opponents apart. Break them into little pieces, and laugh while you do it. Show everyone in the NCW what you're really all about, and take that first step toward being the Most Dangerous Man in the company.
CH: Wow. You actually gave ME chills there for a second. But you know what, you're both right. I suppose it's all in my mind as to whether or not I can succeed here. All I need to do is get that mind on the right track. And, I think I know how to do that. If you'll both excuse me, I have something I need to go take care of.
N: No problem. Just one thing...you need to kiss me first.
CH: How can I say no to that?
The Captain walks over to the couch, and leans down, kissing his wife gently, yet deeply, for several moments. Finally, he stands back up and smiles, a small glint in his eye. He looks to the Mistress, and smiles again, before leaving the room, heading toward the back of the house. The camera fades as he turns a corner.
A few moments later, the camera fades back in. Now, the Captain is sitting on the floor in front of a full-length mirror. He looks on at the image there, and just studies it for a time. Then, he tilts his head a bit to the right. To our surprise, the image does not follow that movement, and instead looks at him with those dead, shark-like eyes from the other side of the looking glass, before we hear the conversation.
IMAGE: So, you finally decided to come and see me.
CAPTAIN HOWDY: Well, I thought I knew what I was doing this time, and that I didn't need you as much as before. After all, I have retained a few aspects of you this time around.
I: Not enough though, it would seem. I mean, we used to be on our own all the time, and now you've gone and joined some cult?
CH: The Church of Thor. It's not a cult, it's a stable, and actually it's not that bad an idea. Those guys have been here a while, and seem to be pretty successful.
I: Sure, so successful that they took you in, and then watched you tap out.
CH: We were facing the two Champions, the two main ones, in that match. I wasn't ready...
I: DON'T YOU DARE GIVE ME THAT EXCUSE!!! You idiot, we've been Champion before!!! So many times, in fact, that we ran out of room on the trophy wall in our office. There isn't a wrestler out there that We can't beat in a match, no matter whether they are the Champion or not. You've gotten soft, that's all there is to it. You've let the crowd and fans become more important to you than wins and losses, and the sooner you realize that and fix it, the sooner we'll start winning again.
CH: That's why I'm here. I need...I need you back. I can't do this myself anymore. That's been proven. I've lost twice to James Warren. That's not something I can let stand.
I: And I should care why?
CH: Because, you arrogant bastard, you want this as badly as I do. More, probably, seeing as you haven't been able to come out as of late. I'm offering you the chance to do what it is you love to do more than anything else. I'm giving you the opportunity to torture whomever you want in that ring, however you want to do it.
I: And then, when I've done the hard part, you're just going to tuck me away, as if I never existed. You're going to try and forget that I'm here, until you need me again, and then you'll come back begging.
CH: No, I'm not going to do that. What I am going to do, is tell you that from bell to bell, you have free and total reign over what happens. I don't have any doubt that We will be more successful that way. After all, our best years were when you handled business in the ring. I want that back...We NEED that back.
I: Beg.
CH: What?
I: Beg me. Beg me to do this, to bring you back from whatever hole you've managed to drop yourself into this time.
CH: I...please, I need you to be back in charge in the ring. I need you to come back and take over, so that the NCW will fear and respect me...us...the way they should. I...
I: Oh shut up. You're pathetic, you know that?
CH: I...
I: I said shut up. Yes, of course I will do this. After all, I am, by far, the more true incarnation of Captain Howdy. I am the demon made flesh, the one who haunts the nightmares of so very many of our past opponents and even of those who only watched. You may be the origin, the start point, but I am the apex. So yes, open the door, and I will gladly walk through, and become that which our opponents should fear. And as for the Church of Thor...gladly will I accept my place in their ranks. I may not be an overly religious entity, but I can appreciate the strength they wield and the power that is to be gained. Breaker of Men? I like that. Time to live up to it. Go ahead, open the door.
CH: Fine...here...
As we watch, the Captain lowers his head, and then begins to shake. For a moment, the light in the room actually dims, and we see a physical change come over the man. He sits up straighter, and as his head comes up, it almost appears that there is a dull, red glow in his eyes. Those eyes focus on the camera, and the shark's grin that we saw in the mirror is now firmly on his face. In fact, the image in the mirror is now following his movements exactly, as he stands and dusts himself off.
CH: "Know Thyself". Seems like such simple advice, doesn't it? The amazing thing is that so very many people don't. Poor James, he's one of those people. Oh, he knows well enough what it is that he his capable of doing, but he refuses to understand his limitations. For the vast majority of men in this world, the fact that he has a heart, a conscience, would be a good thing. In fact, he'd be lauded for those things in nearly any occupation or place in this world of ours. Unfortunately, in this world, those things are a liability. Heartless, unfettered brutality is far superior here. Where I come from, that is what is prized most. That is what is rewarded above all else.
So here we go again. Another place, another list of victims in the making. It's been a little while coming, a bit of a slow start, but that's not a big problem. The important thing is that it will all be set right now. And lo and behold, I find myself in a Number One Contenders match for the X Title. How nice is that? I must say, this was a bit unexpected, given the recent results we've suffered here. That, and the fact that We don't exactly fit in this place so well led Us to believe that We'd be waiting much longer for a chance. After all, We don't have some convoluted love triangle or personal tragedy to parade in front of the masses to gain sympathy or interest. We simply are. We just go out there, every night, looking to break whomever is placed across the ring from Us. That, I believe, is why the moniker "Breaker of Men" was bestowed upon
Us by the Church of Thor.
I've always considered myself more akin to Loki than Thor, but I doubt that will be an issue.
So let's see...this time We're in there against two other men. One, We have not yet met. The other has already become a thorn in our side. I suppose We should say something about that. We'll start off with the man We don't know. Xavier Williams, "Black Jesus". You've been somewhat silent for a while now from what We can see. Nothing from you for about a month or so. Now, We know how important it can be to take a break from things here and there, so We won't hold that against you. To be honest, We don't even mind the nickname you've taken on, because after listening to you in one of your past addresses, We get it. In another place, at another time, We might even like you. You seem a good sort, with your head on straight and your priorities in order. You understand this game, what the ins and outs of it are. That means, you know why it is that We have to do what We are planning to do.
Xavier, in order to make the mark that We wish to make here, We need to make an example out of some people. Who better, in that case, than a man a Champion here. Who better, than one of the men who has gone out there and shown the world exactly what it is he can do. We respect that, Xavier. We respect that so much, that We even promise to do Our very best to make this as painless for you as possible. Well, maybe "promise" is too strong a word. We'll try. See, while We do respect you, while We do like your message, We just simply don't care about those things as much as some do. To Us, you're an obstacle to be removed, a bump in Our road to the place where We belong. You've done Us no wrong, no disrespect as yet, so while We will deal with you as brutally as anyone else, We will treat it as it should be, which is as strictly business.
Not so with the other man in this contest.
The Captain's grin broadens, but doesn't quite make it to his eyes, which are still cold and hard at this point. He moves to the wall near a window, and leans against it a bit, before continuing.
CH: Paging Doctor Warren, Paging Doctor Warren. Reality calling for Doctor Warren. There's something you'll likely never hear again, isn't it, my good Doctor? At least, you won't hear that unless the attending physician We send you to this weekend happens to share your name. Twice now, twice you've managed to pull out a victory over Us. Twice, you've defeated Us, and even We can admit that those victories were well earned and completely above board. Where you've erred, where you've earned Our ire, is in the way you think yourself so much better than Us because of it. It's in the way your arrogance grew after Our first defeat at your hands, and even more so after the second. Most people would look at this, and say "I just can't beat this guy". We're not most people.
You see, all that losing to someone does for Us is make Us work that much harder, hate that much hotter, in order to correct the situation. There's nothing We hate more than someone thinking themselves superior to Us. There's very little that angers Us more than the type of attitude you've expressed toward Us. The mistake We've made in the past, is that We let that anger drive Us, instead of using it as fuel. Somehow, you managed to get into Our head a bit, which isn't an easy thing considering how little room there is up here with all of Us present already. You, Doctor Warren, are the primary reason why this shift has occurred. You are the one responsible for what is to be unleashed from this day forward. We truly hope you enjoy it.
To Us, it doesn't really matter what either of you have for hopes, dreams, or aspirations. We don't care what plans you have for Title reigns or ambitions you hold for your careers here. All we care about, is destroying you both, and moving on to face whomever holds the X Title when the time comes for Us to take it. It's been long enough that We've been pushed down and swept aside here in the NCW. Now, now We show all of you exactly why it is that you should fear seeing your name across from Ours. And, Doctor Warren, We fully plan to use you as the most graphic example that We possibly can. There are two-hundred and six bones in the adult, human body, as you are well aware. We ask you, how would you like Us to break them for you? Alphabetically? In order of size? Randomly? We can accommodate any of those rather easily. You, sir, have much to answer for in Our eyes.
This match, this three-way dance, as it were, is the perfect vehicle to launch Our rebirth here. These matches are often so chaotic, so very unpredictable, that to try and claim to know the outcome is often considered to be insanity itself. We're fine with that. So, at Metamorphosis, the world will witness the transition of Captain Howdy from laughing stock to nightmare incarnate. All will see what happens when We change the rules to be the ones that We are most comfortable with, to play the games that We know best. Williams and Warren will be the first steps on Our path, the path that leads to the top of this particular mountain known as the NCW, and those steps will be taken with extreme prejudice. After all, it's more fun that way. Just remember, gentlemen, that someone out there, someone in the front office, is responsible for what will happen to you. Remember that when you're lying on the mat, covered in your own blood, and desperately trying to get your limbs to respond. Remember that, when you finally come to realize exactly what it means when, I decide that for you...
PLAYTIME'S OVER!!!!
HAHAHAHAAAHAHAAHAAHAHAAHAAHAAAAAA!!!!
AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAAHAAAHAHAHAHHAAAAA!!!!
The Captain continues to laugh maniacally, as his music begins to play once more. He slides down the wall, over toward the corner of the room, and sits there, laughing loudly, face hidden from our view, until the scene fades to black.