Shedding light on false truths

(The screen lights up and we see a singular light bulb, naked and lit...swinging back and forth lightly...and on the last backswing, for an instant we see a flash of a familiar masked figure before a hand reaches up and grabs the hot, bare bulb in his hand and stops its swinging as the masked form of Reno Dumont steps fully into frame before reaching up with both hands to remove his mask as he looks at the camera)

Reno:
I caught your promo, Drago. And I can tell from parts of it...you think that I’m possibly a little bit crazy don’t you?

I mean….

(Reno holds up the mask and turns his head to regard it for a moment)

Reno:
I did treat this mask like it was a real person. But you see, Drago, to me and those who know my history in this sport this mask right here is a personification of a road that I had to take to get the job done, this is the proof that when I hit a roadblock, I break out the goddamn TNT and blow that fucker to bits and keep on going.

This mask is a symbol and proof that there is no limit to what I’ll do to get the job done and that’s is something that you’re going to learn personally at chapter seventeen when you step into the ring with me.

(Reno then lowers the mask before turning to regard the camera again, a slight smirk crossing his face)

Reno:
I also enjoyed the fact that you seem to think that I’m solely focused on the tag titles, kid, and I know that somewhere in that little head of yours I know that you’re thinking that you can use that to your advantage because in your own warped little world...I’m already looking past you and not actually giving you a serious thought.

I want you to understand this and I want you to understand it with all of your might...which isn’t much from what I’ve seen...and that is I’m not looking PAST you, kid….I’m looking THROUGH you. I’ve seen your matches and I’ve heard your words and to be honest, I’ve seen better and I’ve seen worse.

I mean seriously, look at Tristain Killebrew for one. He’s lucked into one victory after another his entire time here and now he thinks that he’s some kind of king or other bullshit like that.

And then look at Claudia Michaels. Yes, I can’t stand her but by that same token I’m also not going to take anything away from the fact that anyone who is more than willing to go toe to toe with me on the exact fucking same level of violence that I operate at on a day to day level is worthy of some respect in my eyes.

Basically your work is below that pile of shit that Killebrew throws in our faces each and every time that he walks out to the ring and you’re not even *REMOTELY* in the same league as myself or Claudia.

In short-stop trying to sell yourself as a real threat when you’re just another curtain jerker.

(The smirk disappears and is replaced with a look of total annoyance)

Reno:
Your very next words proved me right when you decided to go after my tag team partner in such a way that make dumb cartoon plots like the Simpson’s “Who Shot Mister Burns” and South Park’s "Who is Eric Cartmans father” seem like major real life questions like what is the meaning of life and how did Hitler take total control over Germany?

I mean seriously, “Nobi’s my mask to prevent people for calling me on how overconfident and cocky I am”...kid, you are confusing “overconfidence” with “total confidence” and me being “cocky” for “sheer experience”.

And some of the reasons are quite simple, you small minded little twit;

Fourteen world championships

Sixteen World Tag Team championships

Three different promotions Hall of Fame rings

Over twenty years in the ring wrestling on every conceivable level!

I have been called the "Antichrist of Professional Wrestling" by Davis van Zandt once for the sheer level of criminal acts that I've done in this ring, one of the former chairmen of Super Japan Pro Wrestling in Kiyotaka Nishida once called me "The Bastard" because of what I did to him and his company time and again.

Claudia Michaels knows me as that psychotic bastard that just won't go away as you can tear me down, bloody me, send me flying through air a twenty feet above the ring and through a tower of tables and I keep...getting...right...the...fuck...BACK...*UP*!

*THAT* is why I possess total confidence in myself and what I can do in that ring, Drago. Because time and again I have not only proven myself to the doubters, the naysayers, and those critics that feel that know absolutely what the truth is behind everything involving a wrestling ring. Time and again, I’ve held championships over my head that nobody thought I should or could hold because I wasn’t “that guy”.

(The annoyed look goes away as it slowly becomes simply a hard look, purely focused on his opponent)

Reno:
That is who I am, Drago. I am a man who has built himself up with the strength of his own two hands who has in turn torn down so many motherfuckers like you.

The useless, talented hacks that love to call themselves "fucking artists", who claim that they re here to showcase the "innate beauty of humanity" when in fact that they are nothing more than bullshit artists filling spots on a roster that is way above what they can actually do in the ring against a real fucking *ARTIST* that works with the canvas of the squared circle.

You call me "simple minded" and "that you're struggling to pull with tooth and nail to rip my struggling mask off from my face because I "try my hardest to be perceived as an absolute beast"?

Drago, I never claimed to be a "beast".

I'm claiming to being a whole lot mother fucking worse than what exists in your realm of comprehension.

I'm not trying to insult you by calling you a pretend wrestler, I'm telling you that you *ARE* a pretend wrestler. I have more than just raw athleticism, I have a singular hunger to rip and shred my opponent in that ring and I have the pure brutal intelligence to do just that as both Christopher Sabertooth and Claudia Michaels can attest to because they have both been in the ring with me...and seen what I can do when properly motivated.

You call yourself a dreamer and yet you want to live a nightmare by making the high claim of beating me into a pulp?

(Reno's face then breaks out into a truly twisted smile)

Reno:
I more than welcome you to try.

I want you to come to chapter seventeen and leave your arrogance backstage, I want to see you walk down that entrance way and be ready to step into the ring where the one single most brutal encounter of your entire soon to be incredibly shortened career will be waiting for you and your ego.

Because what's the sound that I hear, Drago?

It's the end drawing near, like a train coming off of its tracks and right now, you're all alone because sometimes the light at the end of those tracks isn't heaven.

(Reno then reaches up and grabs the bare bulb and crushes it in his hand, sending the entire area into darkness)

Reno:
But the mouth of hell waiting to swallow you whole.

So bring your Gospel, kid....and I promise it will be proven just to be as big a falsehood as you are.

(FIN)