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| The Corporation | Mar 6 2010, 11:00 PM Post #1 |
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Bearing the bitter cold brings suffering, unless your heart is cased in black ice. The biting Chicago wind freezes uncovered flesh and chills hands and fingers buried underneath winter gloves. As each passing snowflake falls, La Envidia Mata boils from behind a small barred window. He counts the people as they rub their hands feverishly, striding through the streets as fast as they can, hoping to reach warmth in their hearts. "Hope." La Envidia Mata muttered, his voice echoing through the brown boiler room. La Envidia Mata turns from the window and begins lining the people up one by one. Women, men, girls and boys, all lined up from tallest to shortest, frozen in their winter garments like maniquins. Then, one by one, La Envidia Mata unravels their clothing, taking off the scarfs, gloves, boots, socks, sweaters, sweatshirts, t-shirts, bras, underwear... until each of them is left standing completely nude. Swollen nipples and tightened buttocks line the street. La Envidia Mata snaps his fingers and they all flutter back to reality. Shrieking screams fill the air, as all of them begin running for shelter, clawing their way towards the nearest warm building. La Envidia Mata laughs, rubbing his hands together in a sinister plotting way, overjoyed with the magnitude of suffering he has created. Such thoughts were made possible by the marginalization of Billy Ransom as La Envidia Mata had no interest in addressing the phenomenal destruction he knew was imminent. But somehow it was addressed in another way. That hollow-eyed monster La Envidia Mata felt breathing down his neck was whisking his way through the night towards Showdown. With his long, sharp, dirty fingernails, this man intended to stab the corroded heart of SVO and suck the slovenly sanguine fluids between his razor sharp teeth. Then he would pick up the velvety sack of failure and toss it; Replace it with a new order: A heart that beat in sync to that of his... So, David Mata rode through the night toward Showdown, a sly smile cracking out of the corner of his crooked mouth. Perhaps many would think that his mouth was crooked because Manuel A. Diaria had slapped it that way, ensuring that Manuel A. Diaria's agenda be carried out in his absence. But David Mata had a crooked mouth long before he met Manuel A. Diaria; It leaned whichever way was necessary to accommodate his insatiable appetite for maliciousness. Give the fiend a microphone, and he will use it to plant malignant seeds in the minds of everyone within earshot. He will blast those seeds through the air, through the ears, deep into the gray matter. Then he'll sprinkle the truest lies and scream into the night, “Rise, break from your seed and spread your roots!” And the seeds will heed his call, and quickly spread their legs up and down and weave their sickness through the intricate pathways and turn the gray matter into black matter. Then all will stand in a stupor and blindly follow the ways of David Mata. Or so he thought, as he rode in the back of the limo in his best suit, wearing his best pair of reading glasses, and carrying his clipboard that had been afforded him through the continued generosity of Manuel A. Diaria. Upon the clipboard were notes, notes from Mr. Diaria, detailing the responsibilities of announcing, and how he should manage the next World Champion. He was well versed on the subject of La Envidia Mata for David Mata had studied La Envidia Mata's rise and fall ever since their last encounter, waiting for the moment in which the curse would require his orchestration once more. Little did many know, La Envidia Mata's brother introduced La Envidia Mata into the wrestling world, delivering this curse upon all whose path he crossed. And David Mata, for whatever fortune or misfortune had been afforded to him, was cast as villainous overseer when his brother could no longer contain the monstrosity. David Mata studied every last detail of La Envidia Mata, his interactions, his dress, his speech, fascinated and overwhelmed by it's magnificence. Many a night he would pull out a file on him, reading articles he had clipped, studying tapes he had bought, security cameras he had unscrupulously acquired, and notes that he had kept throughout the years. It was one night when David was particularly lonely, marauding the files with an appreciation some would consider amatory for such a depraved man, a phone call arrived. “I need to ask a favor.” The raspy, rotten voice proclaimed. “I need you to provide counsel for someone.” “Who?” David asked. “You know who.” The voice replied. David was overcome with such a sickening glee, that he hopped off his bed, closed his robe, and danced around the bedroom, gyrating to the spellbound tune of re-integration into the blazing inferno of La Envidia Mata's soul. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” David screamed over and over in his mind. “Listen. Can you make it to Showdown?” David fell to his knees, having reached the summit of his excitement, struggling to breathe anything but elation. “Yes. I can make it.” He said, as tears began falling from his eyes down to the Persian rug beneath him. Since their conversation, all elation had ceased and David Mata focused his intent on making it to Chicago and reigning in his oversight with an unparalleled wrath. So, the limo slithers it's way back and forth on the icy roads, as David Mata cultivates thoughts of ill-will towards La Envidia Mata's challengers. One name keeps screaming into his head: Billy Ransom. David Mata was watching the card when Billy Ransom exploded into the screen and was paired with La Envidia Mata. David Mata, having worked himself up the entire matches of La Envidia Mata, his sensory awareness increasing rapidly with each succession of La Envidia Mata dismantling an opponent's leg, was suddenly ruined. Billy Ransom stabbed David Mata through the heart with agreeing to face La Envidia Mata, and David Mata pulled the dagger out and let the wound seep with outrage. But it wasn't Billy Ransom that orchestrated this injustice. David Mata knew just who was behind the entire plan, and he predicted that the man would be a rusty piece of metal in his side as well: President Paige. The bane of Manuel A. Diaria's existence was getting away with murder in Manuel A. Diaria's own company the XWF. The whole situation was perplexing, and David Mata seethed with anger when he remembered. “They're going to wish they wouldn't have done that.” David Mata says. “I'm sorry? What was that?” The limo driver asks, half hearing David Mata's utterance from the very back of the limousine. “Nothing.” David Mata says, and pushes the button to raise the black screen and separate himself from the pesky limo driver. Looking down, David Mata notices the name: Billy Ransom. “Hah!” he says, looking away. “What a joke.” Of course, David Mata was befuddled at how this newcomer had made his start at the very top. It was all too predictable for David Mata though, of course knowing the plan to rid Billy Ransom from La Envidia Mata's picture was humorous in itself, but David Mata had seen this all too much before. The hot, wild, spark of energy comes galloping into the federation, preceded by an opportunity to face the dominant force. Everyone rally's behind him because very few want to see the favorite win his title. Oh, and this one, he's special. He gets the sympathy vote for facing the best. In fairy tales, Billy Ransom would overcome and beat La Envidia Mata and become the SVO World Champion by winning the rest of the tournament and usher in a new era, most certainly filled with excitement, freshness, and a youthful spirit that would propel SVO into an era of prosperity. The dark, gloomy cloud would have no other choice but to step aside and allow the bright burst of sunshine to warm up the landscape, allow the growth and cultivation of beauty. But the SVO is not a fairy tale, and no handsome prince promising a brighter tomorrow is going to jeopardize the stranglehold that La Envidia Mata's dejected policy of destruction holds. Billy Ransom will enter Showdown with hope and courage unmatched by any other being in the history of SVO. And when the time comes to see hope and change put in action in the SVO, hope will suffocate under the grip of La Envidia Mata's cold hands, and courage will turn to cowardice amongst a driven and unstoppable La Envidia Mata. And David Mata will be there to witness the destruction of Billy Ransom, and by the end of Showdown, Billy Ransom will fall. He will be phased out from the tournament, and slammed hard into the depths of fighting with the lowest of the low in SVO. David Mata snickers, pleased by his thoughts of dominance, captivated by his keen intellect. |
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