Post by Renaissance on Sept 26, 2020 23:16:16 GMT -5
  “I don't feel guilty for anything. I feel sorry for people who feel guilt.” - Ted Bundy SMASHCUT to an old circus ring. The lights are out and most of the equipment is covered in white sheets and it looks like it’s been left undisturbed for some time. That all changes when the lights come up and somewhere in the distance the sound of circus music played on an organ can be heard. Out steps Renaissance Taylor - the one you’ve all been waiting for. She’s looking uncharacteristically sexualized in her ringmaster costume consisting of a black corset with gold piping with matching leggings, a red ringmaster jacket with long tails, gold lapels, and finishing the look off are a pair of 85mm gold leather zip knee boots by Gianvito Rossi and in her hand, a cat of nine tails. “Come one, come all, to the greatest show in the world! Are you ready for a show? The lions, the tigers, the clowns. Oh My. Oh but sadly, my opponent is no clown, mind. My opponent is very little more than a trained monkey run by a cliche and I’m going to prove it at World War Wrestling.” She cringes at the PPV name, but soldiers on. “What you’re looking at is a lost art form. For nearly 150 years this very circus toured the nation and the planet. I saw it myself a few times as a child. I can remember how loud it all was. What I remember most were the caged Lions.” Spotlights come up on a cage behind her and the sheet is ripped away, revealing a Lion pacing within. The Lion is an incredible looking beast - lean and muscular and noticeably annoyed by the prison it finds itself within. “I marveled at how intimidating the Lions were, but deep down inside it made me feel so dejected. Why should such a magnificent creature be kept behind bars by men? So they can make a buck? What a lousy situation. I suppose that’s why Barnum and Bailey were taken to court so often. Did you know that they were sued for animal cruelty at least two times for every year they were in operation? Incredible, no?” In the blurry background, another ringmaster comes out into a spotlight of his own and soon he’s joined by a tall clown. Renaissance flashes a toothy smile. “Isaac Barnum knows what he is. I won’t say ‘who’, because he doesn’t deserve that. Nor will I offer the same pleasantry to Giggles. Neither of these...things...are real people. They’re copies of copies of copies. You know the kind, when the Xerox machine is broken and continues to eject copies over and over? You notice, if you watch the copies drop, that the next is a bit more degraded than the last? I think it’s time to pull out the paper tray and stop the replication. Don’t you? Isaac knows this is true. He’ll deny it and then try to condescend to me in some faux ‘knowing’ way, but it will be meaningless. Giggles might even try to communicate with me, but it’ll be in a rehearsed bit of baby talk mixed with the obnoxiousness of a something yanked down from the B-reels on Crunchy Roll.” She sighs, as she realizes that all of this nonsense has to occupy her headspace. She cracks her whip and startles the two blurred figures behind her. “APW has me caged like our friendly lion. Why should such a remarkable creature be forced to perform under such conditions? Wouldn’t it be better, healthier, if APW finally broke free of this mediocrity? Isn’t it time the Alphas took over? The world is laughing at APW right now and it’s not because they’re ‘besties’ with Giggles.” She smiles and again her teeth are fangs and her eyes are dark, but her cleavage also glistens, which takes the emphasis off her demonic appearance. She breathes out, “Give me real opponents. Give me a true challenge. Give me...Freedom!” She snaps her fingers and the cage opens and the Lion stops pacing long enough to inspect the open door. “Giggles, I’ll give it to you - you held the ‘Circus tent’ down before I showed up and there’s someone out there who really appreciates it, but you, and everyone like you, you’re all in for an awakening. The mediocrity ends now. The fans were content with you, but contentment isn’t good enough anymore. They need more. They need much more than you and they need more than your mouth piece.” The lion exits the cage and in the blurry background, you can see the ringmaster and the clown try to make a run for it, but the Lion unceremoniously pounces on the Clown. “Take solace in the fact that when the Lion attacks, it doesn’t play games. It’s not like a Bear, say. A bear will pin you down and start eating you while you’re still alive. No. A Lion will simply kill you. It doesn’t play games.” Blurred blood spurts out of the Clown’s neck as the Lion drives its fangs into the Clown’s jugular. The ringmaster, still blurred out, thinks he’s safe and starts backing away slowly as the Clown is killed. Renaissance chuckles, “But no one gets away. Isaac, you’re in just as much danger as Giggles. Soon, will the both of you will vanish like all of Giggle’s friendsies? I hope not, because I love hugs, of course. But in the short term, at World War Wrestling - your time in the spotlight will end - abruptly.” The Lion leaps from the dead clown and pounces onto the Ringmaster and rips the ringmaster’s throat out, blurred blood goes everywhere as the Lion begins enjoying the meal. “See, this is why I’m glad Barnum and Bailey went bankrupt. This was so cruel to the animals.” She winks. “So again, any fool can be happy, but it takes both Isaac and Giggles to make a proper meal.” Goodbye.  |
