Post by Judas Hernández on Oct 29, 2016 16:48:34 GMT
The blood hasn’t even dried up yet on Judas Hernandez’s face. The paint he uses to wrestle in has pretty much faded away and the few scattered parts of his face that are still covered in paint have a gruesome mixture of blood, sweat and paint. Large cuts cover most of his upper body and gashes are visible on his arms. Yet, Judas is still standing. He just competed in one of the most violent matches in the Filthy Bazaar first ever Ultraviolent tournament against one of the most respected name in the circuit, Vodka Ayano… yet, somehow, some way… he still stands on his own.
He starts laughing and brings Penélope, his trusty nail covered bat, to his shoulder. Judas cracks his neck and takes a deep breath before looking his sight on the camera and as he starts speaking.
“It seems people just see me as another body. As someone who doesn’t even care an’ is just there. Everywhere I move, people seem to think ‘am just another one of those sociopaths who just do damage for the sake of doin’ damage…”
He puts Penélope down, using the bat as a sort of cane. He smirks, the drops of blood continue flowing from the crimson mask on his face to his chest, mixing sweat, paint, blood with pieces of his own flesh that keep falling down after the match he just had.
“Nothin’ too far from the truth.”
Judas picks up the bat from the floor and walks a bit to his right. Taking a grasp of air, as it seems that has become somewhat difficult, probably he suffered some damage after the ultraviolent match he just had, maybe he’s just taking his time to properly mix his thoughts and produce coherent ramblings. No one really knows, the only thing that’s certain is that he looks confident as ever as he continues speaking.
“You see, for far too lon’ people have been conditioned to believe everythin’ happens for a reason. That nothin’ happens just because. Well, my frien’s… not anymore.”
Once more he puts down the bat, using it for leverage he leans towards the camera. Still smiling, in an ominous way. He licks his lower lip before taking another deep breath and speaking.
“The time has come for you to understan’ what I’ve known for a lon’ time. Destruction doesn’t always have to come with a reason. It just… happens.”
“For as you see, sometimes, destruction brin’s an opportunity to start over. To do thin’s in a different way. If at first thin’s don’t work out, you could always destroy that thin’ an’ do thin’s all over again… an’ so forth until you’ve gotten the desired result.”
Judas brings Penélope back to his shoulders as he looks straight into the camera. His chest covered in blood makes him look more like a monster from a terror flick than a human being. He stands there for a couple of seconds, doing or saying nothing. Then he breaks his own silence as he speaks.
“That’s what you, my frien’s, seem to be tryin’ to understan’. That’s why all of you speak about what you’ll do come match time or after the match. Most of you speak like you’ve already done somethin’… when in reality… nothin’ has happened… yet.”
“To me, it’s funny how many of you are so sure your abilities will carry you in this match. It’s funny how you seem to care about your personal vendettas… without stoppin’ an’ thinkin’… there’s one man… who… doesn’t really care. One man that’s gonna stan’ in the middle of that rin’, lookin’ at each an’ every single one of you as possible victims.”
“I fin’ it funny how a man named Otto vows to not let me brin’ down a briefcase… yet… in the same vein he states that I don’t care. It’s true, Isaak… I don’t care. I don’t care about you, I don’t care about your little group an’ I don’t care about your ‘vendetta’. You want to stop me from grabbin’ a briefcase… that’s cute. Because while you do that, I also stop you from achievin’ your dream of getting’ a shot at the ‘Bay Area Championship’… which by the way… makes me believe you’re nothin’ more than a mere puppet that does what other tell you to do. Because, let’s be honest… everyone else in this match, wants the biggest prize.”
“Yet, if you brin’ me the opportunity to make you bleed… I will gladly accept that prize instead of any single one of those briefcases.”
A light chuckle escapes Judas’ bleeding body. Then he calms himself down before looking straight to the camera again, and speaking once more.
“Then, there are the other people in this match. Don’t you think for a mere second that I haven’t been payin’ attention to all of you. Don’t you even think ‘am sleepin’ on my laurels, because if you do… if you forget about ME… then, my frien’s… you’re in for a world of trouble.”
“I am in fact, I just competed in a match most of you wouldn’t even dare compete. Yet, most of you stan’ in front of those cameras an’ act like… speed, athletic ability, mat knowledge an’ simple blood sheathin’ will be keys for your victory.”
“To me it just seems like you’re in a state of negation. You don’t want to see the reality of thin’s… you don’t want to see that once the bell rin’s, speed, athletic ability, mat knowledge, technique an’ all of those thin’s don’t matter… is just… steel… an’ flesh. This isn’t a race to see who gets to the top first, this isn’t about who has the ability to jump higher, this isn’t about how many holds do you know… for as far as ‘am concerned… you could be the best create a wrestler a kid could think of… an’ still fall prey to the unforgivin’ steel in that ladder.”
“Me… ‘am a frien’ of steel. I’ve been bitten, beaten an’ destroyed by it. I’ve been doin’ this for a lon’ period of time an’ finally… I get to show it to the world. I don’t care about how big your name is, how Jokeresque you think you are… how bubbly, light, quick, athletic… or technical you are… at the en’ of the day, my frien’s… all that matters is how much punishment can you withstand, how much punishment can you deal… before you break into pieces.”
He rips part a small portion of his flesh that was hanging on a cut on his right arm. He then shows it to the camera as he speaks.
“For as you see, my body doesn’t break as easily as some of yours.”
Another smile from Judas as he speaks.
“Destruction is such a beautiful thin’ when there’s just admiration towards it.”
