Post by Judas Hernández on Oct 27, 2016 13:30:51 GMT
The camera opens up as Judas Hernández sits in front of an emptied locker. He’s packing his things, a methodical process he’s develop over the years of doing it without hesitation. The paint on his face faded a bit as sweat pours down his face and wipes it away, it gives glimpses of the man behind the moniker. A chuckle escapes his inner self, then a half smirk, then the piercing look of a possessed man stares directly towards the camera as he begins speaking.
“In the beginin’ there was chaos… yet people ten’ to forget that way too easily.”
He continues his methodical packing as he speaks.
“With all the order we’ve been put through as a species, with all the laws, all the rules, do this, don’t do that… we’ve forgotten our roots. The base of our society… CHAOS.”
Judas Hernández stops packing his belongings, closes the bag and stands up. His eyes looking as dark as the night itself, the paint on his face dripping down making him look like a melting monster. Then there was the smile, the smile of a man possessed, the smile of a man that knows exactly what he did and what he started.
“That’s why wars are waged, that’s why people hate each other, that’s why bigots triumph, that’s why history ten’s to repeat itself. Our natural state is one of complete an’ utter CHAOS.”
Another ominous chuckle escapes the man as he continues speaking.
“An’ I know this ain’t somethin’ people take an’ love to hear. I know this is a hard pill to swallow, but it’s reality, my frien’s. Stop lookin’ for answers, stop pretendin’ you care, stop thinkin’ ‘bout strategies… because, at the en’ of the day… we all know chaos reigns supreme. At the en’ of the day, the only thin’ that’s left… is… pure… an’ majestic… DESTRUCTION.”
With his hands together, Judas looks down to his bag, filled with wrestling apparel and the merchandise he sells on every single show he goes. It reminds him of the journey, of all the things he has done over the years, from backyard wrestling, to proper wrestling, to ultraviolent wrestling. Every single step he has taken in his path of destruction, and a smile appears on his face. He then looks up towards the camera once more.
“That’s somethin’ I’ve made clear over the course of my career. ‘am not lookin’ to make frien’s, ‘am not lookin’ for control, ‘am not lookin’ to shake off destiny, ‘am not lookin’ to prove myself to anyone… hell ‘am not even lookin’ for revenge… because to me… ALL OF THOSE THIN’S… are irrelevant.”
He finally stands up, takes a deep breath and then looks directly into the camera, piercing the lens, like he was looking directly at the soul of anyone daring to watch this, be it in their homes, their cellphones, or whichever device they decided to watch it. Judas smirks and continues speaking.
“You see, ever since I was a child… I’ve been a servant of chaos… an anarchist if you will. Someone who thrives in the harshest conditions available to a human bein’. One who doesn’t even care about safety, be it his own… or that of the person standin’ in front of him. That’s what put me on the place ‘am on today. That’s what put me on the map… the fact that I can deal damage like few in the industry… an’ I can eat blows like they’re nothin’.”
“Many will stan’ in front of this cameras to tell you what they did. To talk about their paths, to talk about what they’ll do once the match is over. Their advantages an’ disadvantages an’ how they plan to overcome them.”
“Many will even shout their resumé to all of you like… somehow… you’re goin’ to employ them. They will talk ‘bout history, they’ll talk about superiority, hell… they’ll even talk about what motivates them. Not me… I’ve stated from day one what my intentions in RSW are… From the moment I inked my name on that contract… I’ve stated that ‘am all about Destruction an’ that you… the fans… need to expect it delivered.”
A laugh escapes Judas as he exhales. He smiles, and looks at the camera with his head tilted a bit to the side.
“What you saw tonight, was only the beginin’… what you saw tonight was a mere taste of what’s to come… because whenever ‘am aroun’… whenever you hear my music hit on the audio system… you know someone is gettin’ their heads busted.”
Judas rubs his chin, as more and more paint continues dripping down his face.
“That’s why it baffles me that management would put me in a match that just so happens to be right on my alley. ‘am sure there are others in this match that will say the same, but for once… ‘am the one with the most experience in this kin’ of environment. For once… steel becomes an ally more than a foe.”
“To some, this might be the chance to finally jump the line an’ get to where they feel they deserve to be. To others it might serve as a platform to show the fans what they can do… to me… to me… it’s just another day at the office.”
“If you thought tonight was a nightmare… just wat for Scream Fest….”
Judas starts laughing in a maniacal way as the scene fades to black.
