Post by "The" Kobra on Aug 26, 2007 3:07:08 GMT -5
The rebirth is coming soon enough. A revolution once again mixes the vets and the new people for this night. After which plans on being the biggest match in XVI history. Once was down for the count but now it continues to overcome odds. Just when many gave up on it, it comes back once again. A birth of a new beginning all over again but this time, can it be able to hold on. Only time will tell on this one. The wave is once again forming and can it be done. Lightning will strike and it's the opportunity of a lifetime. Even for those superstars who may never come back after the big Match, it will be a tribute to them. For others, it's the signal of a new beginning. Time can tell and be a mistress. Bodies will be down in the ring, crowds will watching in approval. Many people will walk in and then in the end walk out as winners. Though there is no gold, all that can be decided is who is the more worthy adversary. Watch for the future of XVI and watch for the future of the The Cure Of Your Disgraceful Champion, Matt Szaban."
The scene opens up slowly in a place away from the world. Where vampires can live as the myth has called it. The location is none other than Transvilvania. Monsters live in this place, some mummies, werewolves and the legendary Count Dracula. The sky outside the area is dark and with a blood red moon. It is the symbol of blood that is coming. The truth and all that is coming out. The Cure of all Poisons and the true Champ of the XVI is coming and it's XVI's own rising star Kobra. The Cure himself on this occasion looks to remind everyone of the figure that he looks to become. An angel of judgement and wrath with the wings and more. On this night there will be the Champion v The Cure where a dream match is bound to happen. It is none other XVI's Kobra facing his biggest opponent to date...XVI's World Heavyweight Champion Matt Szaban. One of the most anticipated bouts is about to become reality. Inside this trademark blue hooded coat for this occasion is his XVI World Heavyweight Title Replica. That belt will never go away. Many people are out there but not paying attention. In his mind that title is all he sees replica or real its all reality to him. Kobra views it as a legacy he must fufill both for his fathers legacy and memories and for The Almighty. He stays with his eyes glancing repeatedly at the title he so urgently wants to possess.
As Kobra keeps going and thinking, his inner thoughts about the upcoming match and much more. From many trials to then the future. Now comes Side Effect and Matt Szaban where it all will begin again. The questions that run through his mind is that can Kobra be the superstar he was born to be, Can he live up to the fans expectations, Can he become the idol of his fans affliction. Can he fufill his destony and complete his fathers legacy. Can he defeats the XVI legend in Matt Szaban? Can he overcome the odds of a wrestling giant that is Matt Szaban, can he cure Szaban as he has cured the likes of Brian Variety and Corperal Punishment? Can he become the next world champion? Many thoughts wander through his head about his alliances, accomplishments, achievements, and everything that he has. From his beginning in XVI to this very moment, it seems to be a rather large success. Now the question is can it continue at Side-Effect and with the XVI Co-Holder World heavyweight Champion Matt Szaban. The next trial and the new beginning shall happen soon enough.
The scene fades then reopens up to a darklit night sky. the night is cold, dark. An ominous stench fills the night air. The usual eeriness of the night is broken by the sound of a speeding car, quickly followed by the sound of sirens and a couple of police cars. The large police chase takes place in a desolate neighborhood in the rough streets of the Bronx, filled with many rundown buildings. On one of those buildings, the number 29 is duct taped on one of the apartment doors containing many deadbolt locks. Inside, contains a very drawing aura eminating from inside it.
A faint flickering light is on inside the apartments bathroom. The light’s reveals a very grayish room; cracked gray paint over cement, the toilet dark in color from lack of care, the constant dripping of the shower head splashes down on the mildew encrusted shower. The water splashes into the sink, when two hands reach in, grabbing a handful of water and bringing it back. In the reflection of the filthy smudged mirror, a head rises upwards into view as the hands drops the water on the man’s face; beads of water glisten on the man’s blue jacket with a hoody head, water drips off the edge of the eyebrows. As the hands come down, large dark blue circles surround the man’s eyes, large red and yellowish bruises cover the man’s jaw. As the man open up his eyes, his gray penetrating eyes stare him right back and yet the mans exact facial mold cannot be fully made out. There is no question, no doubt; this man is… The Kobra.
I quit? I quit? Where the hell did those words come from?
Kobra drops his head down towards the sink as he splashes himself with another dose of water. Kobra cradles his head in his hands and props himself on the sink.
Kobra: What the hell happened? I won? I’m tougher than them. I’m stronger than them.
: You are a disappointment. A failure. A loser. You do all of this talking and yet for what? A megar victory over Corperal punishment and for what? Just because he badmouths the LORD. You Truly are pathetic young one.
Kobra brings his head back up and listens.
Silence.
He peaks out of the bathroom door in the small ransacked bachelor apartment and tilts his head side to side, while quietly examining every inch of the room.
Nothing.
Kobra pulls himself back into the washroom, grabs a towel and wipes away the water from his face. He drops the towel on the already filthy, towel covered floor of the washroom. He opens the medicine cabinet and takes out a bottle of asperin. He twist of the bottle cap and holds in the bottle in his hands for a second, examining it.
: Take it. A wussy like you would need it. Not only can’t you win a match prpoperly, but you had to be poisoned by that ingrate corperal punishment. you are truely pathetic and not even started with matt szaban as of yet..
: What are you called, the Cure to all Poisons? All I see is a poor sack of Poison who needs a fix. You dishonored me and your father. If you even attempt at Matt Szaban like this you will surely fail.
With a quick look of shock on his face, Kobra closes the medicine cabinet stiffly, causing the mirror to shatters into pieces, into the sink and all over the floor. Kobra simply watches all the reflective pieces of glass spread across his bathroom and slowly backs away in the apartment closing the bathroom door shut. Kobra turns around and scans the room again.
Kobra: WHO THE FUCK IS THERE? YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHO YOU ARE SCREWING WITH?
ANSWER ME!!!
Nothing. No sound, no whispers, no movement. Simply nothing.
Kobra: I’m losing my mind here. I must be. I know I should’ve had Corporal beat, but damn is it bugging me that much? No. I’m not. This is Corporal again? He’s fucking with me, like he did with me in that four way. NO! I CURED HIM! I won the match and gave it my all and showed him the glory of the LORD.
In frustration, Kobra begins tossing his apartment over, opening drawers, breaking apart lamps, checking into the cupboard and even pulling out the floor vents. Nothing. Lot’s of dust but nothing.
Kobra: I’m losing it. There’s nothing here.
Kobra pushes over the pile of clothes on his bed and lays down on it. He lets out a loud sigh as he lies motionless staring blankly into the dark quiet room. The occasional lights from incoming vehicles break the monotonous of the dark, as they dance from one end of the room to the other as they drive by.
Kobra: I’m in a rut. A downward spiral. But I am determined to fufill the legacy of my father and define the glory The LORD.
: Don’t you have to succeed first before being in a rut? Don’t you have to be on top before going in a downward spiral. Don't you have to defeat Matt Szaban before you can start to fall and be where he and Jordan Glass are before you go downward.
Kobra: Corperal, I know it’s you. You can go roll off a cliff and kill yourself. Trying to rub this in my face and play mind games. So where you speaking from? The ceiling light, the toaster, the roll of toilet paper?
Utter silence.
Kobra: I’m definitely losing it. Maybe there’s something on TV.
Reaching on the ground near the bed, Kobra grabs a hold of the television remote and turns on the TV; it turns on to major static. Kobra tosses an empty beer bottle and striking the TV changing the signal from static to a barely visible wavy picture. The show playing is a recap show for the XVI Side Effect from last weeks taping. Kobra watches on as he slowly begins closing his eyes, his breathing begins getting heavier and he slowly begins sinking into his bed.
Despair: Oh I must say, it’s sure been a pleasure, well the term Curing the Title, has definitely been reaffirmed.
Jessica: Of course Dispair, but the shock was that the self proclaimed Cure of all Poisons was given this main event oppertunity by the XVI Owner himself or so rumors say so. Makaveli we know had something against Kobra last we saw and has since disappeared after the rumor says...some how being behind the stabbing of Kobra a few weeks ago. So if he did make this matchup there is deffinantely some kind of agenda going on here. I’m sure The Cure will make us proud though.
Dispair: Well we will have to see about that now won’t we. Another surprise was not the outcome but seeing and hearing, The Cure, Kobra actually defeated Corporal Punishment. I never thought it possible. But it happened.
With the mention of his name, Kobra's eyes open back up and stare directly at the wavy picture of the television.
Jessica: Well his performance was amazing and yet again this kid remains Undefeated here in XVI. Maybe the Corperal was right. maybe Kobra is the future of XVI. Maybe he'll even yet again surprise and overcome the mountain that is...Matt Szaban.
Dispair: I think it was a little later Jessica at Circus The pay-Per-Veiw. When he entered that Boot Camp whatever match, he was a man on a mission. Did you see how he made Corporal Punishment Tapout? That guy meant business. But the whole situation around him and Matt Szaban, I truly believe that was the turning point for him. I think Szaban will shut this kid down dead in his tracks and take him down a peg and show him reality and take him out of this fantasy land he's been blabbering on about as he lives in it..
Jessica: That maybe true. A truly promising competitor for Side Effect and the XVI, I think this is where it ends for him however. How can he truly recover from that? I say he can’t and we will slowly see him disappear from the roster all together. I say goodbye, Mr. Ko…
Suddenly the television monitor shatters and begins to smoke as it is knocked over by an empty forty of whisky. Kobra sitting straight up is completely furious for a moment, before finally bringing his head down losing the fury, the anger...
Kobra: Maybe they are right. Maybe I over hyped myself. Maybe I’m just not that good. maybe my mission is doomed to fail. maybe I won't beat Szaban or become World Champ.
Kobra brings his head down into his hands.
Kobra: Maybe I just can’t do it. Those sinners, maybe I just can’t make them repent. Just maybe, it’s simply not possible for someone to be cured for this. Maybe you are tarnished for life, once you commit that sin. Maybe… I’m doing this all for nothing. maybbe instead of The Cure I am The Poison. maybe everything I am doing is doomed to failure.
With a sigh, Kobra gets off the bed and head towards the kitchen. The kitchen is simply a disaster. The dishes are pilled high, probably been there for weeks. The garbage bin is completely over filled with even some garbage littering the floor around it. Kobra opens up the fridge door, revealing only a half quart of apple juice and old box of baking soda. He grabs the plastic bottle of apple juice and drinks it down. He puts the bottle in the garbage, but due to it being too full, it simply falls to the ground. He opens up the freezer door and it contains an open package of hotdog wieners. He grabs the package and takes the remaining two wieners and sticks them directly into the microwave.
Kobra: Maybe I should just give up. I had given up fighting long ago. Maybe I should’ve given up then. What the hell am I trying to accomplish anyways? My father pulled me back then and no The LORD pulled me back. maybe they were both wrong and I should give up.
With a loud beep, the microwave shuts off. Kobra reaches in and pulls out the two hotdogs. He grabs a dirty plate from the sink and tosses the hotdogs on them.
Kobra: The Cure To All Venom, maybe I should start by cleansing this dirty apartment of mine.
: Damn right. Who do you expect to do it? Mom, your sister? Who the fuck do you expect to live your life, to pick yourself up. You are a coward. you are a compelte and utter pathetic runt at this moment.
Kobra: I’m not hearing anything, It’s in my mind. That’s where it is.
As Kobra walks back into the living room, he walks past a large mirror hanging off the wall. Kobra walks by taking a bite of the hotdog when he suddenly stops dead. Kobra takes a few steps back and glances to his left at the mirror to see his reflection. As he watches the reflection, he drops the plate, shattering it to the ground. A look of shock and slight terror washes over as he see that his reflection is staring right back at him with a large maniacal smile washed over his face.
Kobra: What the fuck is this? Another one of LORD's mind tricks?
: I’m no trick. I’m me.
Kobra: Okay I’m not having a conversation with myself.
: Why not. Are you going to run away from me too? I am what keeps you together. I am you.
Kobra: I AM ME. NOT YOU!! You’re nothing but a reflection, nothing more, nothing less.
: Tell me then, why are you so scared. You are stronger than this. You have been through hell. WHY ARE YOU BEING SO WEAK???
Kobra: I’m not.
: You could’ve fooled me. You still have a half eaten piece of meat in your mouth. You cowered like a little girl when you saw me. Well you.
Kobra: I was surprised is all.
: Surprised by a reflection. Wow you have serious become a pussy. How dare you bring us down like this. You shame us all.
Kobra: Us?
: I’m you, you’re me. Wow just shut the hell up and listen you nimrod. You winning your last match was ntohing compared to what you have in the road ahead. I can’t just stay in there and let this happen. You are getting over-confident and The LORD and your father would neevr allow that and neither should you. You are The Cure and should stay steady thy mission.
Kobra: What? Listen why don’t you shut the hell up? Why don’t you let me deal with this my own way. Listen to myself. Talking to a damn mirror. Yeah I’ve lost it.
: No you haven’t, had you lost it, we wouldn’t be talking to each other now would we. You wouldn’t have stopped for anything. You would have succeeded. This little merry quest of yours would be successful, you would be feared.
Kobra: I am feared!?!?!?
: Are you shitting me? Your name isn’t even pronounced properly when you are even mentioned. You are a joke, but no one is laughing.
Kobra: You know, I don’t need this right now. Not from myself anyways.
: Of course not. You are going to run away, like you have always run away. You cowered when our parents separated, you cowered when you broke up with your first girlfriend, you cowered when you got fired from your office job, you cowered when your wife cheated on you, and you cowered when you realized your son wasn’t even yours. You cowered when your father died, you cowered when the Almighty approached you, heck you even cowered when you heard you were facing Matt Szaban, You are a coward.
Kobra: Since we are two in the same, that makes you the same.
: No. This is why I’m out here. I can’t stand being the same as you.
Kobra: Your stuck in me, like it or not. Stuck in me like you were when we Cured Corporal and now we stare down the biggest threat in our lives...Matt Szaban.
: I’ll be in that body, but me and you won’t be one in the same. Not anymore, I will not be part of a coward, a weakling poisoned like you.
Kobra: You know what, go screw yourself. I am going to fight my way through this, I am going to redeem myself. And I’m not going to let some psychotic episode tell me what it’s going to do. Now BUZZ OFF!!!
Kobra places both hands on each side of the mirror. He looks deeply into his own reflection’s eyes and begins to smile.
Kobra: just so you know...I will defeat Szaban and The Almighty and father will be proud as I get one step closer to the title.
With a smirk building on his lips, he drives his forehead right into the mirror shattering it into a thousand pieces. He checks his forehead and feels the numerous laceration on it. He looks back at his hands covered in blood and slaps it against the barren wall, leaving a large red blood soaked hand print.
Kobra: I am no coward. I will show you. I will redeem myself… ourselves. I will cure Szaban and eventually...the Title.
The quietness of the room is cut by the distinctive sound of a ringing phone. Kobra looks towards the phone and notices that sunlight has flooded the entire bedroom/living room with its golden light. As the phone continues to ring, Kobra shakes his head and heads towards the phone. He reaches for the phone, hesitating for a second before picking it up.
Kobra: Yeah.
Scott: This is Scott, agent for XVI.
Kobra: What in the world you want?
Scott: I just called to inform you that you have amatch on Side Effect against Matt Szaban. He is the currect Co-Holder of the XVI World Heavyweight Championship Belt, not to mention he's a Wrestling Legend, and XVI Hall Of Famer.
Kobra: Never heard of him. What’s he do?
Scott: Humm not sure, I’m new here as well and I’m just calling to let you know about your match against him. Anyways I have more calls to make. Have fun in LA.
Kobra: Yeah…
Kobra hangs up the phone. He walks over to the window and stares outside as the sun begins to rise into the sky.
Kobra: Matt Szaban, promising and skilled opponent. I was that before, don’t over hype yourself. You may not get too far. I’m just really sorry, that you’re going to face me. I’m in no mood for any of this unappealing stuff. And you definitely caught me in a bad mood. But it is both my legacy and mission to defeat you and I shalt not fail in either.
Kobra looks back at his completely trashed apartment before turning back toward the window and shutting the curtains shut.
Kobra: I’m sure you are guilty of a sin. I will not fail this time. I will do this for everyone, I know I can… I think I can… I hope I can…I will cure you of your venom Szaban. I will defeat you and prove I am worthy of my fathers once great legacy and define The LORDS mission and refine you into a completeness only bestowed by The Almighty..
He slowly walks back to his bed, before collapsing on it. He slowly closes his eyes before falling into a deep sleep. The loud sounds of snoring begin filling the room as Kobra lay motionless in bed.
Kobra: There is no hope. You don’t do this… I will… You may think you embody the seven holy virtues, but I embody the seven Cures of the worst venoms. You have done this. YOU have forced this change. You have forced this Ying and Yang. You better succeed……or I will InfactI will defeat you...I must...I will deafeat you even if it means ending my own career in the process...
Scene starts to fade to black with the voice of Kobra hushing too a vanishing whisper...
End Scene
The scene opens up slowly in a place away from the world. Where vampires can live as the myth has called it. The location is none other than Transvilvania. Monsters live in this place, some mummies, werewolves and the legendary Count Dracula. The sky outside the area is dark and with a blood red moon. It is the symbol of blood that is coming. The truth and all that is coming out. The Cure of all Poisons and the true Champ of the XVI is coming and it's XVI's own rising star Kobra. The Cure himself on this occasion looks to remind everyone of the figure that he looks to become. An angel of judgement and wrath with the wings and more. On this night there will be the Champion v The Cure where a dream match is bound to happen. It is none other XVI's Kobra facing his biggest opponent to date...XVI's World Heavyweight Champion Matt Szaban. One of the most anticipated bouts is about to become reality. Inside this trademark blue hooded coat for this occasion is his XVI World Heavyweight Title Replica. That belt will never go away. Many people are out there but not paying attention. In his mind that title is all he sees replica or real its all reality to him. Kobra views it as a legacy he must fufill both for his fathers legacy and memories and for The Almighty. He stays with his eyes glancing repeatedly at the title he so urgently wants to possess.
As Kobra keeps going and thinking, his inner thoughts about the upcoming match and much more. From many trials to then the future. Now comes Side Effect and Matt Szaban where it all will begin again. The questions that run through his mind is that can Kobra be the superstar he was born to be, Can he live up to the fans expectations, Can he become the idol of his fans affliction. Can he fufill his destony and complete his fathers legacy. Can he defeats the XVI legend in Matt Szaban? Can he overcome the odds of a wrestling giant that is Matt Szaban, can he cure Szaban as he has cured the likes of Brian Variety and Corperal Punishment? Can he become the next world champion? Many thoughts wander through his head about his alliances, accomplishments, achievements, and everything that he has. From his beginning in XVI to this very moment, it seems to be a rather large success. Now the question is can it continue at Side-Effect and with the XVI Co-Holder World heavyweight Champion Matt Szaban. The next trial and the new beginning shall happen soon enough.
The scene fades then reopens up to a darklit night sky. the night is cold, dark. An ominous stench fills the night air. The usual eeriness of the night is broken by the sound of a speeding car, quickly followed by the sound of sirens and a couple of police cars. The large police chase takes place in a desolate neighborhood in the rough streets of the Bronx, filled with many rundown buildings. On one of those buildings, the number 29 is duct taped on one of the apartment doors containing many deadbolt locks. Inside, contains a very drawing aura eminating from inside it.
A faint flickering light is on inside the apartments bathroom. The light’s reveals a very grayish room; cracked gray paint over cement, the toilet dark in color from lack of care, the constant dripping of the shower head splashes down on the mildew encrusted shower. The water splashes into the sink, when two hands reach in, grabbing a handful of water and bringing it back. In the reflection of the filthy smudged mirror, a head rises upwards into view as the hands drops the water on the man’s face; beads of water glisten on the man’s blue jacket with a hoody head, water drips off the edge of the eyebrows. As the hands come down, large dark blue circles surround the man’s eyes, large red and yellowish bruises cover the man’s jaw. As the man open up his eyes, his gray penetrating eyes stare him right back and yet the mans exact facial mold cannot be fully made out. There is no question, no doubt; this man is… The Kobra.
I quit? I quit? Where the hell did those words come from?
Kobra drops his head down towards the sink as he splashes himself with another dose of water. Kobra cradles his head in his hands and props himself on the sink.
Kobra: What the hell happened? I won? I’m tougher than them. I’m stronger than them.
: You are a disappointment. A failure. A loser. You do all of this talking and yet for what? A megar victory over Corperal punishment and for what? Just because he badmouths the LORD. You Truly are pathetic young one.Kobra brings his head back up and listens.
Silence.
He peaks out of the bathroom door in the small ransacked bachelor apartment and tilts his head side to side, while quietly examining every inch of the room.
Nothing.
Kobra pulls himself back into the washroom, grabs a towel and wipes away the water from his face. He drops the towel on the already filthy, towel covered floor of the washroom. He opens the medicine cabinet and takes out a bottle of asperin. He twist of the bottle cap and holds in the bottle in his hands for a second, examining it.
: Take it. A wussy like you would need it. Not only can’t you win a match prpoperly, but you had to be poisoned by that ingrate corperal punishment. you are truely pathetic and not even started with matt szaban as of yet..: What are you called, the Cure to all Poisons? All I see is a poor sack of Poison who needs a fix. You dishonored me and your father. If you even attempt at Matt Szaban like this you will surely fail.With a quick look of shock on his face, Kobra closes the medicine cabinet stiffly, causing the mirror to shatters into pieces, into the sink and all over the floor. Kobra simply watches all the reflective pieces of glass spread across his bathroom and slowly backs away in the apartment closing the bathroom door shut. Kobra turns around and scans the room again.
Kobra: WHO THE FUCK IS THERE? YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHO YOU ARE SCREWING WITH?
ANSWER ME!!!
Nothing. No sound, no whispers, no movement. Simply nothing.
Kobra: I’m losing my mind here. I must be. I know I should’ve had Corporal beat, but damn is it bugging me that much? No. I’m not. This is Corporal again? He’s fucking with me, like he did with me in that four way. NO! I CURED HIM! I won the match and gave it my all and showed him the glory of the LORD.
In frustration, Kobra begins tossing his apartment over, opening drawers, breaking apart lamps, checking into the cupboard and even pulling out the floor vents. Nothing. Lot’s of dust but nothing.
Kobra: I’m losing it. There’s nothing here.
Kobra pushes over the pile of clothes on his bed and lays down on it. He lets out a loud sigh as he lies motionless staring blankly into the dark quiet room. The occasional lights from incoming vehicles break the monotonous of the dark, as they dance from one end of the room to the other as they drive by.
Kobra: I’m in a rut. A downward spiral. But I am determined to fufill the legacy of my father and define the glory The LORD.
: Don’t you have to succeed first before being in a rut? Don’t you have to be on top before going in a downward spiral. Don't you have to defeat Matt Szaban before you can start to fall and be where he and Jordan Glass are before you go downward.Kobra: Corperal, I know it’s you. You can go roll off a cliff and kill yourself. Trying to rub this in my face and play mind games. So where you speaking from? The ceiling light, the toaster, the roll of toilet paper?
Utter silence.
Kobra: I’m definitely losing it. Maybe there’s something on TV.
Reaching on the ground near the bed, Kobra grabs a hold of the television remote and turns on the TV; it turns on to major static. Kobra tosses an empty beer bottle and striking the TV changing the signal from static to a barely visible wavy picture. The show playing is a recap show for the XVI Side Effect from last weeks taping. Kobra watches on as he slowly begins closing his eyes, his breathing begins getting heavier and he slowly begins sinking into his bed.
Despair: Oh I must say, it’s sure been a pleasure, well the term Curing the Title, has definitely been reaffirmed.
Jessica: Of course Dispair, but the shock was that the self proclaimed Cure of all Poisons was given this main event oppertunity by the XVI Owner himself or so rumors say so. Makaveli we know had something against Kobra last we saw and has since disappeared after the rumor says...some how being behind the stabbing of Kobra a few weeks ago. So if he did make this matchup there is deffinantely some kind of agenda going on here. I’m sure The Cure will make us proud though.
Dispair: Well we will have to see about that now won’t we. Another surprise was not the outcome but seeing and hearing, The Cure, Kobra actually defeated Corporal Punishment. I never thought it possible. But it happened.
With the mention of his name, Kobra's eyes open back up and stare directly at the wavy picture of the television.
Jessica: Well his performance was amazing and yet again this kid remains Undefeated here in XVI. Maybe the Corperal was right. maybe Kobra is the future of XVI. Maybe he'll even yet again surprise and overcome the mountain that is...Matt Szaban.
Dispair: I think it was a little later Jessica at Circus The pay-Per-Veiw. When he entered that Boot Camp whatever match, he was a man on a mission. Did you see how he made Corporal Punishment Tapout? That guy meant business. But the whole situation around him and Matt Szaban, I truly believe that was the turning point for him. I think Szaban will shut this kid down dead in his tracks and take him down a peg and show him reality and take him out of this fantasy land he's been blabbering on about as he lives in it..
Jessica: That maybe true. A truly promising competitor for Side Effect and the XVI, I think this is where it ends for him however. How can he truly recover from that? I say he can’t and we will slowly see him disappear from the roster all together. I say goodbye, Mr. Ko…
Suddenly the television monitor shatters and begins to smoke as it is knocked over by an empty forty of whisky. Kobra sitting straight up is completely furious for a moment, before finally bringing his head down losing the fury, the anger...
Kobra: Maybe they are right. Maybe I over hyped myself. Maybe I’m just not that good. maybe my mission is doomed to fail. maybe I won't beat Szaban or become World Champ.
Kobra brings his head down into his hands.
Kobra: Maybe I just can’t do it. Those sinners, maybe I just can’t make them repent. Just maybe, it’s simply not possible for someone to be cured for this. Maybe you are tarnished for life, once you commit that sin. Maybe… I’m doing this all for nothing. maybbe instead of The Cure I am The Poison. maybe everything I am doing is doomed to failure.
With a sigh, Kobra gets off the bed and head towards the kitchen. The kitchen is simply a disaster. The dishes are pilled high, probably been there for weeks. The garbage bin is completely over filled with even some garbage littering the floor around it. Kobra opens up the fridge door, revealing only a half quart of apple juice and old box of baking soda. He grabs the plastic bottle of apple juice and drinks it down. He puts the bottle in the garbage, but due to it being too full, it simply falls to the ground. He opens up the freezer door and it contains an open package of hotdog wieners. He grabs the package and takes the remaining two wieners and sticks them directly into the microwave.
Kobra: Maybe I should just give up. I had given up fighting long ago. Maybe I should’ve given up then. What the hell am I trying to accomplish anyways? My father pulled me back then and no The LORD pulled me back. maybe they were both wrong and I should give up.
With a loud beep, the microwave shuts off. Kobra reaches in and pulls out the two hotdogs. He grabs a dirty plate from the sink and tosses the hotdogs on them.
Kobra: The Cure To All Venom, maybe I should start by cleansing this dirty apartment of mine.
: Damn right. Who do you expect to do it? Mom, your sister? Who the fuck do you expect to live your life, to pick yourself up. You are a coward. you are a compelte and utter pathetic runt at this moment.Kobra: I’m not hearing anything, It’s in my mind. That’s where it is.
As Kobra walks back into the living room, he walks past a large mirror hanging off the wall. Kobra walks by taking a bite of the hotdog when he suddenly stops dead. Kobra takes a few steps back and glances to his left at the mirror to see his reflection. As he watches the reflection, he drops the plate, shattering it to the ground. A look of shock and slight terror washes over as he see that his reflection is staring right back at him with a large maniacal smile washed over his face.
Kobra: What the fuck is this? Another one of LORD's mind tricks?
: I’m no trick. I’m me.Kobra: Okay I’m not having a conversation with myself.
: Why not. Are you going to run away from me too? I am what keeps you together. I am you.Kobra: I AM ME. NOT YOU!! You’re nothing but a reflection, nothing more, nothing less.
: Tell me then, why are you so scared. You are stronger than this. You have been through hell. WHY ARE YOU BEING SO WEAK???Kobra: I’m not.
: You could’ve fooled me. You still have a half eaten piece of meat in your mouth. You cowered like a little girl when you saw me. Well you.Kobra: I was surprised is all.
: Surprised by a reflection. Wow you have serious become a pussy. How dare you bring us down like this. You shame us all.Kobra: Us?
: I’m you, you’re me. Wow just shut the hell up and listen you nimrod. You winning your last match was ntohing compared to what you have in the road ahead. I can’t just stay in there and let this happen. You are getting over-confident and The LORD and your father would neevr allow that and neither should you. You are The Cure and should stay steady thy mission.Kobra: What? Listen why don’t you shut the hell up? Why don’t you let me deal with this my own way. Listen to myself. Talking to a damn mirror. Yeah I’ve lost it.
: No you haven’t, had you lost it, we wouldn’t be talking to each other now would we. You wouldn’t have stopped for anything. You would have succeeded. This little merry quest of yours would be successful, you would be feared.Kobra: I am feared!?!?!?
: Are you shitting me? Your name isn’t even pronounced properly when you are even mentioned. You are a joke, but no one is laughing.Kobra: You know, I don’t need this right now. Not from myself anyways.
: Of course not. You are going to run away, like you have always run away. You cowered when our parents separated, you cowered when you broke up with your first girlfriend, you cowered when you got fired from your office job, you cowered when your wife cheated on you, and you cowered when you realized your son wasn’t even yours. You cowered when your father died, you cowered when the Almighty approached you, heck you even cowered when you heard you were facing Matt Szaban, You are a coward.Kobra: Since we are two in the same, that makes you the same.
: No. This is why I’m out here. I can’t stand being the same as you.Kobra: Your stuck in me, like it or not. Stuck in me like you were when we Cured Corporal and now we stare down the biggest threat in our lives...Matt Szaban.
: I’ll be in that body, but me and you won’t be one in the same. Not anymore, I will not be part of a coward, a weakling poisoned like you.Kobra: You know what, go screw yourself. I am going to fight my way through this, I am going to redeem myself. And I’m not going to let some psychotic episode tell me what it’s going to do. Now BUZZ OFF!!!
Kobra places both hands on each side of the mirror. He looks deeply into his own reflection’s eyes and begins to smile.
Kobra: just so you know...I will defeat Szaban and The Almighty and father will be proud as I get one step closer to the title.
With a smirk building on his lips, he drives his forehead right into the mirror shattering it into a thousand pieces. He checks his forehead and feels the numerous laceration on it. He looks back at his hands covered in blood and slaps it against the barren wall, leaving a large red blood soaked hand print.
Kobra: I am no coward. I will show you. I will redeem myself… ourselves. I will cure Szaban and eventually...the Title.
The quietness of the room is cut by the distinctive sound of a ringing phone. Kobra looks towards the phone and notices that sunlight has flooded the entire bedroom/living room with its golden light. As the phone continues to ring, Kobra shakes his head and heads towards the phone. He reaches for the phone, hesitating for a second before picking it up.
Kobra: Yeah.
Scott: This is Scott, agent for XVI.
Kobra: What in the world you want?
Scott: I just called to inform you that you have amatch on Side Effect against Matt Szaban. He is the currect Co-Holder of the XVI World Heavyweight Championship Belt, not to mention he's a Wrestling Legend, and XVI Hall Of Famer.
Kobra: Never heard of him. What’s he do?
Scott: Humm not sure, I’m new here as well and I’m just calling to let you know about your match against him. Anyways I have more calls to make. Have fun in LA.
Kobra: Yeah…
Kobra hangs up the phone. He walks over to the window and stares outside as the sun begins to rise into the sky.
Kobra: Matt Szaban, promising and skilled opponent. I was that before, don’t over hype yourself. You may not get too far. I’m just really sorry, that you’re going to face me. I’m in no mood for any of this unappealing stuff. And you definitely caught me in a bad mood. But it is both my legacy and mission to defeat you and I shalt not fail in either.
Kobra looks back at his completely trashed apartment before turning back toward the window and shutting the curtains shut.
Kobra: I’m sure you are guilty of a sin. I will not fail this time. I will do this for everyone, I know I can… I think I can… I hope I can…I will cure you of your venom Szaban. I will defeat you and prove I am worthy of my fathers once great legacy and define The LORDS mission and refine you into a completeness only bestowed by The Almighty..
He slowly walks back to his bed, before collapsing on it. He slowly closes his eyes before falling into a deep sleep. The loud sounds of snoring begin filling the room as Kobra lay motionless in bed.
Kobra: There is no hope. You don’t do this… I will… You may think you embody the seven holy virtues, but I embody the seven Cures of the worst venoms. You have done this. YOU have forced this change. You have forced this Ying and Yang. You better succeed……or I will InfactI will defeat you...I must...I will deafeat you even if it means ending my own career in the process...
Scene starts to fade to black with the voice of Kobra hushing too a vanishing whisper...
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