Post by Nirvana on Aug 26, 2018 4:08:12 GMT -5
We open to an alleyway in Houston, Texas. Nearby a homeless bearded man is hunched against the red brick wall, a bottle of booze in one hand. On the other end of the alley a barrel fire has been lit. Directly in front of us, or rather the camera, is a red brick wall. Upon the wall SFT as been spray painted in black and red.
Nirvana walks into the scene. He's dressed in a black a white suit generously donated by Nathan Gust. Upon his head is the mask he reclaimed earlier this week. Nirvana stands tall, displaying far more confidence then before. The mask changes him. This confidence is reflected in his stride.
“Greetings, SFT nation. I'm coming to you live from the alley behind my favorite strip club in Houston, The Showtime Club. I'm currently taking a break from grabbing big ol’ titties to share my message with you, nation. Specifically I want to address comments made by our own Emerson.”
Nirvana places his hands on his waist and gives a firm nod to the camera. The massive man removes a cigar from the pocket of his jacket. He lights the cigar in on quick motion.
“I was in the club groping my favorite stripper, Hollywood. Groping Hollywood is how I clear my head. Really helps a guy think, you know what I mean? Anyway, I was thinking about what you said. In a lot of ways, I agree. I think the issue is deeper, though. That’s why I brought a camera out here, to the seediest part of Houston, Texas. What we do is as much as artform as it is a sport, right?”
Nirvana takes a few puffs from his cigar.
“Art shouldn’t be safe. Art should be raw, like me when I fuck Hollywood. Raw like the sickest pulp fiction novel. Uncompromising like Johnny Got his Gun. As entertaining as your favorite television show, and as compelling as the ancient stories of Greek Gods. Above all of those, raw.”
“I come before you to display this. If I bring the camera over you would see the neon sign. This is raw and real. What the mainstream does is plastic. It’s not real or satisfying. Worst of all, they know it. They deny their deeper selves and who they really are. They can’t cut promos from strip clubs. Trust me, in the coming weeks I’ll be cutting promise from inside of this place, Emerson. After our match this week you’re welcome to come to the club and party with me. I’m staying with Hollywood right now, so I’m easy to find.”
Nirvana flashes a perverted smirk.
“The point is, I’m a perverted old man. I like sex, booze, and I don’t discriminate between men and women. I’ll go to bed with most people, but I love big ol’ titties. That’s the man I am. I also happen to be a horrible husband and father. That’s evident by the fact that I have well over a dozen children out there, a few I’m still paying child support on. Hell, I just recently finished paying off my late alimony payments.”
The masked old pervert shrugs and takes another few puffs. The bum to the side lets out a few random words, rambling in a drunk stupor. Nirvana gives the man a thumbs up and roars, as if the bum were a fan cheering him on.
“These are things we can do that they can’t, so I’m going to take advantage. I’ll challenge the ideals of everyone I meet by showing you a raw, real life. I’m the Godfather of Darkness. Seedy places like this are my home, Emerson. Now imagine a man possessed by his ideals, a man like me. Imagine how dangerous he might be in a competition if he knows the party ends when he loses.”
“I love the freedom we have in SFT. I’ll fight for it as strongly as you have. I admire that about you. You’ve been around forever, never even thinking of leaving. My path was different, but we’re both here now. We’re both here and now I have to smash your goddamn face in. If for no other reason than to have more money to waste on hookers and booze, my young friend.”
“The party won’t stop. I’ll keep cutting promos from strip clubs and crack houses. I’ll get my family and friends involved. I might even call Nathan Gust and have him moonsault from the top of the Strike Towers themselves. Motherfuckers, I don’t give a fuck. I’m fighting for myself, for what I want! You ain’t stopping this old bastard from grabbing titties or wrestling in the sport of professional wrestling!”
Nirvana walks into the scene. He's dressed in a black a white suit generously donated by Nathan Gust. Upon his head is the mask he reclaimed earlier this week. Nirvana stands tall, displaying far more confidence then before. The mask changes him. This confidence is reflected in his stride.
“Greetings, SFT nation. I'm coming to you live from the alley behind my favorite strip club in Houston, The Showtime Club. I'm currently taking a break from grabbing big ol’ titties to share my message with you, nation. Specifically I want to address comments made by our own Emerson.”
Nirvana places his hands on his waist and gives a firm nod to the camera. The massive man removes a cigar from the pocket of his jacket. He lights the cigar in on quick motion.
“I was in the club groping my favorite stripper, Hollywood. Groping Hollywood is how I clear my head. Really helps a guy think, you know what I mean? Anyway, I was thinking about what you said. In a lot of ways, I agree. I think the issue is deeper, though. That’s why I brought a camera out here, to the seediest part of Houston, Texas. What we do is as much as artform as it is a sport, right?”
Nirvana takes a few puffs from his cigar.
“Art shouldn’t be safe. Art should be raw, like me when I fuck Hollywood. Raw like the sickest pulp fiction novel. Uncompromising like Johnny Got his Gun. As entertaining as your favorite television show, and as compelling as the ancient stories of Greek Gods. Above all of those, raw.”
“I come before you to display this. If I bring the camera over you would see the neon sign. This is raw and real. What the mainstream does is plastic. It’s not real or satisfying. Worst of all, they know it. They deny their deeper selves and who they really are. They can’t cut promos from strip clubs. Trust me, in the coming weeks I’ll be cutting promise from inside of this place, Emerson. After our match this week you’re welcome to come to the club and party with me. I’m staying with Hollywood right now, so I’m easy to find.”
Nirvana flashes a perverted smirk.
“The point is, I’m a perverted old man. I like sex, booze, and I don’t discriminate between men and women. I’ll go to bed with most people, but I love big ol’ titties. That’s the man I am. I also happen to be a horrible husband and father. That’s evident by the fact that I have well over a dozen children out there, a few I’m still paying child support on. Hell, I just recently finished paying off my late alimony payments.”
The masked old pervert shrugs and takes another few puffs. The bum to the side lets out a few random words, rambling in a drunk stupor. Nirvana gives the man a thumbs up and roars, as if the bum were a fan cheering him on.
“These are things we can do that they can’t, so I’m going to take advantage. I’ll challenge the ideals of everyone I meet by showing you a raw, real life. I’m the Godfather of Darkness. Seedy places like this are my home, Emerson. Now imagine a man possessed by his ideals, a man like me. Imagine how dangerous he might be in a competition if he knows the party ends when he loses.”
“I love the freedom we have in SFT. I’ll fight for it as strongly as you have. I admire that about you. You’ve been around forever, never even thinking of leaving. My path was different, but we’re both here now. We’re both here and now I have to smash your goddamn face in. If for no other reason than to have more money to waste on hookers and booze, my young friend.”
“The party won’t stop. I’ll keep cutting promos from strip clubs and crack houses. I’ll get my family and friends involved. I might even call Nathan Gust and have him moonsault from the top of the Strike Towers themselves. Motherfuckers, I don’t give a fuck. I’m fighting for myself, for what I want! You ain’t stopping this old bastard from grabbing titties or wrestling in the sport of professional wrestling!”
“I’ll fuck you all up! Emerson! I respect you, but if I have to pop your eye out of socket, so be it! If I have to grab your nuts and crush them, I’ll do it! That being said, it’s not personal… I just want to continue to live this crazy ass life!”
Nirvana waves his hands to the side. The scene fades to black.
