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Broken...
Destroyed...
Embarrassed...
Useless...
All words to describe how Guy felt at that current moment. Standing there in the bathroom of the locker room looking at his reflection in the mirror. He was covered in sweat. His face paint almost completely rubbed off in certain areas. His nose shifted to the right. A clear sign it had been broken. The blood that stained his face - specifically under his nose - helped confirm that. He felt every bit of exhaustion throughout his entire body.
But the most painful thing about all of this. His pride. It had been shattered into millions and millions of pieces. With a very good chance that it couldn’t ever be put back together. His focus on his own reflection was broken for a brief moment. Long enough for him to turn on the water to the sink directly in front of him. Guy ran his hands under the water to make sure it wasn’t too hot nor was it too cold.
Leaning down some. He splashed that warm water over his face. He could see the mixture of red, white, and black coating the sink walls with each splash of water. The blood and the face paint mixing together slowly making its way down the drain. After a few more splashes of water. Guy brought his face back up and looked back into the mirror. Yet staring back at him wasn’t his own reflection.
... Or rather it wasn’t his usual reflection.
This reflection was a darker version of himself. Slight horns growing out of either side of his head. His eyes were practically glowing. There was no plain face like their should have been with all the blood and face paint washed off. Instead blood was dripping from the corner of his lips. The face paint was done in a way to just make him look evil. It was all strange. Had Guy just frozen in fear.
[ A L T E R . E G O . G U Y ] -- How are you surprised?
The reflection was able to talk? That only added to the confused state of mind that Guy was in. Surely this was a dream right? Not even a dream. It was a nightmare and one he needed to wake up from.
[ A L T E R . E G O . G U Y ] -- It was J2H. It was one of the golden children. It was one of the most protected. This was all pre-determined the moment the tournament was made official. J2H was going to get to the finals no matter what. He’s well on his way to doing that. You were warned. You were told. You should have seen this coming. The signs have been there all along.
Each word that came out of his reflection’s mouth seemed to be soaked in poison. Literally aiming to poison his mind. To make him feel some type of way. To crawl under his skin. All of which Guy didn’t want to happen, but he wasn’t going to get a choice.
[ A L T E R . E G O . G U Y ] -- This place has never respected you. This place has never cared for you. This place has never wanted to see you thrive or see you succeed. How many times has SCW asked for something different? Something unique? Something creative? You are just that. Only to be ignored or shut down. How many times have they asked for a true character? Someone with layers to them? But also someone that can relate to the crowd? Someone that the crowd can get behind?
Again you’ve done that. Two Guys, One Cape? Most merch sold in a small amount of time. The crowd loved it. They ate it up. But they didn’t get the appeal. Therefore it meant nothing to them. No one knows the deep deep layers that creates the man they know as Guy. You’ve not even scratched the surface of the potential. You are quite the character. It’s always developing. Always evolving, but again. They look past you. They treat you as if you are nothing special.
That reflection’s eyes were glowing a little more. A clear sign of passion when it came to what he was saying. Meanwhile all Guy wanted to do was break the intense gaze he had with the reflection. He didn’t want to hear any of this. He wanted to wake up from this nightmare. Yet every bit of control was stripped from him. Continued to be crippled by fear.
[ A L T E R . E G O . G U Y ] -- Mark and Christian both see you as nothing more than a joke. Don’t believe me? Look at the referee situation., Christian embarrassed you with that. The entire Sin City Wrestling locker room looks past you. Listen to them anytime they talk about you. They don’t see you as a valuable asset and don’t see you as a threat to them. And the fans? At one point. They were laughing with you. At one point they were amused by you and your actions. There was a time where they were truly fans of you and your work. But now? Now when they laugh. It’s not that they are laughing with you. Instead they are laughing at you.
That voice got a little louder. Strongly voicing their opinion.
[ A L T E R . E G O . G U Y ] -- You’ve done things your way. You’ve done the very best that you could. I cannot fault you for that, Guy. I cannot, but your way doesn’t work. Your best isn’t enough. It’s time we do things my way!
All of the sudden the dark painted lips of the reflection curled into maybe the most demonic and evil smirk that Guy had ever seen. Including in the horror movies he adored. That control suddenly hit his body and he could move. He could blink his eyes. He even gasped for air. Quickly, he turned the faucet back on to the sink and leaned back down. Splashing water over his face. Running his hands over it time and time again.
By the time he found the courage in himself to look back up into the mirror. That reflection was gone. Instead it was the reflection that he had expected, His paintless pale broken nose reflection. There was nothing but confusion all over the man’s face. Not quite sure what to make of what he had experienced before. Maybe it was from the match with J2H. Maybe he was dehydrated. Maybe a little concussed. Whatever it was... it was gone for now.
“Tonight will be the night that I will fall for yoouuuu!”
From inside the studio door “Fall For You” by Secondhand Serenade was at full blast. Hearing those lyrics were enough to put a stop to Calvin’s actions. Standing just outside that door and looking over at his wife with a nasty glare.
[ C A L V I N ] -- You want me to really go in there? We haven’t seen him in weeks and this is what we stumbled upon? Dude is full on emo, Alessandra! I can’t fuck with that.
[ A L E S S A N D R A ] -- I remember a time where you were full on emo.
[ C A L V I N ] -- That’s not even close to true!
[ A L E S S A N D R A ] -- Really? So you didn’t have two toned hair with that little swoop that covered one of your eyes? You didn’t listen to Hawthorne Heights on repeat when we first started dating despite them being a dead band by that point?
[ C A L V I N ] -- Shut up!
[ A L E S S A N D R A ] -- Right after you fix this. I told you to fix it weeks ago. You didn’t listen. So per usual I’m making you do something. Now march in there and make up with your best friend.
[ C A L V I N ] -- I wouldn’t say my best friend.
[ A L E S S A N D R A ] -- I said march!
Rolling his eyes annoyed. Calvin gripped the door to the studio and pulled it back. The two of them getting a glimpse inside. It was very - Guy - to say the least. Lots of weird crafts. Paints. Paintings. Drawings. All kinds of artistic stuff hanging around the walls. And there was Guy himself painting away on a massive canvas. Belting out the lyrics of the song as brushed along the canvas with his favorite golden paint brush. Alessandra taking it upon herself to inch over towards where the music was playing from. Hitting the pause button. Completely catching Guy by surprise.
[ G U Y ] -- What da frickin’ frick?!
He turned around to see both Calvin and Alessandra standing there. His facial expressions twisted up in a little bit of a surprised look.
[ G U Y ] -- Oh Guy was not expecting company!
[ A L E S S A N D R A ] -- We were kind of in the neighborhood. We hadn’t seen you in a few weeks. We wanted to be good friends and stop by to check in on you.
[ G U Y ] -- Yiiiis yiiiis very good of you. Guy is fine. Fine indeed. Just been throwing himself into his arts and crafts lately.
[ A L E S S A N D R A ] -- I can see that. Beautiful masterpieces to say the least. Oh by the way. Calvin had something to say to you.
[ C A L V I N ] -- Jesus. Way to waste no fucking time, woman.
She quickly responded by taking the point of her elbow and driving it into his ribs. Forcing him to double over in pain. By that point Guy had started to approach the two of them leaving his painting to dry for now.
[ G U Y ] -- Huzzah. Fren.
[ C A L V I N ] -- Sup dude?
[ G U Y ] -- You has a message for Guy? Something of importance to say my amigo?
[ C A L V I N ] -- Something like that. Uh... look man. A few weeks ago I was out of line. I was harsh. I was kind of an asshole.
[ A L E S S A N D R A ] -- Kind of? No, you were an asshole.
[ C A L V I N ] -- Alright fine. I was an asshole. I should have been more supportive. I should’ve had your bag. I should have been encouraging and supportive when you faced J2H. And even though I was right...
[ A L E S S A N D R A ] -- Calvin!
[ C A L V I N ] -- I am just saying. I was right, but it was still wrong of me to be the way I was. And for that I apologize, Guy.
For a moment or two there was nothing but silence amongst the three of them. Guy looking Calvin directly in the eyes. Tapping the corner of his painted chin. Before a sudden bright smile overcame his expression.
[ G U Y ] -- Tis all good fren. All water on top of the bridge!
[ C A L V I N ] -- You mean water under the bridge?
[ G U Y ] -- Nu! On top. Duh!
[ C A L V I N ] -- Riiiiiiiiiiiight!
Calvin just raised his eyebrow, looking at the man with a bit of confusion.
[ G U Y ] -- That’s all behind Guy now. Silliness. He’s got more important matters to attend to now!
[ A L E S S A N D R A ] -- Oh? That sounds exciting.
[ G U Y ] -- Yiiiiiiiis! Guy will be defending his crown of King at Into The Void.
[ C A L V I N ] -- God. No, not this shit again!
[ A L E S S A N D R A ] -- Excuse you?!
[ C A L V I N ] -- You know what happened to last time he was King for a Day. The shit took him weeks. To realize it was for just a night and he wasn’t a real king.
[ G U Y ] -- Blasphemy!
The Caped Warrior raised his voice all of the sudden. Quickly making the two guests snap their direction towards him. Guy wagging his finger in a ‘no-no’ motion in Calvin’s face.
[ G U Y ] -- Guy is a real king. He will always be a real thing. Guy doesn’t even think its fair he has to defend his crown, but it made Guy think. Made Guy come up with some creative ideas.
[ C A L V I N ] -- This can’t be good.
[ G U Y ] -- Guy thinks it should be King forever, but he will settle for King for a Year. All year long ruling sounds amazing. He’s got the perfect thing to take Marky Mark and the Holy Christian man to get them to approve. Wait right here. Guy will show you!
He turned away from them and rushed across the room. Calvin just shot his wife a look. One that said quite a bit without even saying a word. Within seconds Guy was rushing back over with what appeared to be a calendar in hand. Bold letters “King For A Year” and his face on it.
[ G U Y ] -- Here look! All of the best shots of Guy. Who wouldn’t want to see a King like this all year long?!
Calvin was hesitant at first, but he flipped the calender over. Almost right away his eyes widened in shock.
[ C A L V I N ] -- What the hell?!
[ G U Y ] -- Yiiis?!
[ C A L V I N ] -- Why?! Why would you show me this?! Why are you naked?! Why the hell would you fucking hang the crown on your...
Alessandra was leaning over his shoulder and looking down at the calendar that her husband held in his hand. Her own eyes widen a bit.
[ A L E S S A N D R A ] -- Oh my! Impressive!
[ C A L V I N ] -- What?!
Calvin shot her a look. She quickly turned a shade of red in the face. He quickly slammed the calendar shut and slammed it against Guy’s chest.
[ C A L V I N ] -- You need professional help! You can’t go around showing that to people. It damn sure isn’t going to get you what you want. It will however get you thrown in jail!
[ G U Y ] -- Pfffft! Guy is too cool for jail.
[ C A L V I N ] -- You’re about to fuck around and find out.
[ G U Y ] -- Nahhhh! When Guy defends his crown and remains King. He’ll just make it illegal to arrest him!
It didn’t take long at all for Calvin to slap his hand against his forehead in a massive palm slap. This was a huge mistake in coming over. His eyeballs were violated. His brain was hurting from the stupidness. And now he along with everyone else might have to live through another Reign of King Guy!
The cameras found themselves rolling in. Right away revealing a very odd setting. In a crowded street of several orange tiny men or for the lack of the better term Oompa Loompas. All of them crowded there together with their eyes focused on an overly large Castle. Well it was a bouncy house castle but still very large. Lots and lots of movement could be seen in that castle.
They were however left in the dark on what was causing the movement. That was until Guy came stumbling through the doorway of the bouncy Castle. His king’s crown proudly displayed on his head. As soon as his appearance was made collectively all the Oompa Loompas let out a collective cheer.
“HUUUUZZZZAHHHH!”
Hearing his minions and their cheers only brought a smirk to King Guy’s lips. Showing the same respect as looking at them. Well as many of them as he could. He began to address them.
“Huzzah indeed my minions. King Guy is forever grateful that each and every single one of you have come here today. For there is a very important matter at hand. An important matter for Guy. An important matter to you. An important matter to our entire Kingdom. It’s being threatened in the worst of ways.”
A collective “gasp” sound came from all the Oompa Loompas. Their King just nodded his head a little bit. Taking a couple more steps outside of the bouncy Castle and getting a little closer to those in the front of the line.
“King Guy has been informed that he is being forced to defend his crown. He is being forced to suspend it high above a wrestling ring. He is being forced to compete inside of a diabolic ladder match. Peasants like Arthur, Bulldog Bill, Justin the Loser, Connor the Muppet, and Ryans Kristopher. This is not okay. This is unfair. It’s unjustified and goes against all the rule books of being the King. Guy has read all of them he should know. We simply cannot allow them to take the King’s crown. So as unjust and as uncalled for this defense might be. My minions, your King has to admit. He has to go to war with these peasants. War that will lead to blood, violence, and gore!”
Groans of fear. Sighs of disappointment. The overall fear could be heard being outwardly expressed by those he called his minions. King Guy raised his hands high in the air to keep their attention and try to keep things from spiraling in their tiny minds.
“Have no fear. King Guy is not threatened or worried his crown is in jeopardy. By no means does King Guy believe any of them can take away his Kingdom and become your new ruler. That simply will not happen... Not with someone like Justin the Loser standing across from your King. Never in King Guy’s quite possibly thousand years on earth has he seen someone quite loseriffic like you. He has to question everything about you.
Like how da frick did you become a wrestler? How the heck would take the time to train someone like you? How much kool-aid did Holy Christian and the Marky Mark Ward drink before they signed you to a contract? In fact Justin. Do you even know how a ladder works? Are you capable of setting one up? Do you know the delicate mechanics of how it stand? Are you smart enough to know the angles to get it right under the crown perfectly?
Somehow-someway King Guy doubts that you do. No fault of your own though. The way the world works is that some people are born winners. Some people are born losers. You were born a loser. Every single time you travel to a show. People know you are going to lose. Every single time you march down that ramp. You lose. Every single time you are in the ring. You lose. That loser gene is deep in your DNA and you can’t stop it.
It might not be fair for King Guy to make fun of you, you clearly have a disability with that loser gene, but life isn’t fair. If you think that you are going to come for his crown. If you think you’re going to put it on your sweaty dirty greasy head and rule over his minions. If you think that you are ever going to be able to rule over Guy’s Kingdom. You got another fawkin’ thing coming pal. Guy is gonna bish slap you then make you his personal jester!”
For a moment the taunting ‘kekeke’ snicker he was known to make from time could be heard escaping the Caped Warrior.
“Connor the Muppet. This isn’t the Muppets Kingdom. You aren’t hanging out with your friends Bert and Earnie. There’s no hiding in trash cans with trash like Oscar. No weirdo in red going around tickling people. No hanging out with the Cookie Monster. And you don’t got the giant heckin’ yellow bird to lead you to success. No, you gotta find a way to pull that hand out of your butt that’s controlling you and try to join us in reality land.
A place that you’re not ready for yet. King Guy can smell the doubt and the fear you have a mile away. So many times in the past. You’ve tried to muppet around here in Sin City Wrestling. You’ve tried to make yourself a star. You’ve tried to get yourself in a position where you are true competition. You’ve tried to do everything you possibly could to even become a champion around here. Only to fall on your face and eat dirt.
And you think this time is going to be different? You think this time you can try your hand at becoming a King? You think you can just take King Guy’s crown? Sir what you fail to realize is you’re only setting yourself up to be beheaded. Guy has no problem chopping you right at the neck and letting all the stuffing just pour out muppet boyo. Especially no problems doing it when you are trying to threaten to take away the thing Guy loves most.
Here in reality-land Connor. Here in Guy’s Kingdom. All that matters is what Guy wants. Guy knows what the minions of SCW need. Guy knows what is best for them. What’s best for himself. What’s best for the whole freakin’ universe to be honest. The best thing is for Guy to stay King. So if you manage to find a way to get that hand out of your butt and manage to stand on your own two feet. Guy will be waiting just to send you back to Muppet Street!”
There was a certain energy. A certain aura about him when he spoke. That captivated every single one of the Oompa Loompas that stood in front of him. Not to mention there was just something ‘different’ about him and how he carried himself. Now than every other time before. Some may call it confidence.
“Arthur and Bulldog Bill. How dare the two of you show the type of disrespect you are showing your king? Connor, the Muppet. Justin the Loser. I get it. They’re new to this Kingdom. It’s a difficult lesson to learn, but they’re still new. You two on the other hand. You learned the lesson a year ago almost to the exact date. A year ago. You both tried to take a crown that was rightfully mine to begin with. A year ago he competed in a ladder match with Your King. And a yeat ago you both came to learn that King Guy does not take no for an answer. This is his kingdom and no one else’s. Yet, you came back for more?!
For you Bulldog Bill. King Guy still has some sympathy. He is an animal lover. He loves all dogs. They’re amazing creatures. Truly man’s best friend. You don’t have the brain that a human has. You dang sure don’t have the super brain that King Guy has. So of course you’re going to make mistakes. Just like when you were first learning to go potty outside. It took some time, but eventually you got it. You too will understand you cannot be a King. It’s not for dogs. But it seems the only way you’re going to learn that lesson is if its a discipline type of lesson teaching.
Not something Guy wants to do. But no matter how many times he calls peta to get you out of here and take you to a safe place. His calls and please go unanswered. Therefore he has to do this on his own. You see your King out there. You’re going to bow before him like a good pupper. Then you’re going to just get out of the ring. You’re going to stay clear of Guy. You’re going to let it be an easy climb up the ladder for your King. Because if you don’t then you’re going to be short one life to your nine... wait is that cats ... uh? Doesn’t matter you know what Guy means. So just go be a puppy and roam free. Leave the ruling of the Kingdom to a true King!
And as far as you go Arthur. You aren’t like the Bulldog Bill. You do have a human brain. You should have known better. You shouldn’t have even considered this match when the Holy Christian man offered it to you. You should have said no thank you sir and just stayed far away from Guy’s Kingdom, but you didn’t. Therefore that tells your King that you wanted to disrespect him. You wanted to spit in his face. You wanted to actively take his crown. You wanted to steal something that doesn’t belong to you. Is that the type of person you want to be bringing a child into the world, Arthur?
What kind of man would you be if you taught your child that it is okay to steal or to take things that don’t belong to you? What kind of man teaches a child that it is okay to spit on someone and to show them a complete lack of respect?! King Guy will tell you what kind of man that is. That’s a douchebag of a man. That’s a man that will forever be nothing more than a peasant in the Kingdom of Guy. That is a man that’s about to have his body thrown off a ladder and left a broken mess. You will learn your lesson this time Arthur!”
A sudden collective “Oooooh Arthur Is In Trouble” came from all those mini orange green haired men. Their support for their King might be as biased as they came, but at least it was genuine support. About then Guy reached up and grabbed a hold of the crown sitting on his head. Taking it off slowly and tucking it under his arm. Like he was keeping it there for safe keepings.
“And that brings me to you Ryans Kristopher. History goes to show that you are one of the golden children of Sin City Wrestling. A man that came from a specific era. Well before Guy’s time. Well before a lot of our times. You were once considered the standard barrier of SCW. You were the World Champion. You were the top of the food chain. Every man wanted to be you. Every woman wanted to be with you. In your own right you were a King and the ruler of SCW. However with great power comes great responsibility as Uncle Ben once told Spiderman... and you fumbled that power.
You let the Kingdom of SCW slip through your fingers. You allowed yourself to be removed from the throne. To which it didn’t take much at all from what King Guy has seen. From there. Day by day. Week by week. Month by month. And year by year. You slowly but surely became a shell of your former self. Eventually, you would disappear for months upon months. You wouldn’t be heard from. Not a trace of your existence. Then a random hair would grow out of your butt and you’d come back. Try to make yourself seem like that King and that Ruler once again. Only to be slapped stupid and laughed at.
Then you’d disappear. Rinse and repeat the same actions. Over and over again for the last several years. Always being the little engine that thought he could, but not the actual little engine that could. Failing to capture that glory you once had. And it seems like now is one of the times you’ve decided to pop back up with that super photogenic face of yours. You want to stick your nose in King Guy’s business. You want to try and take King Guy’s crown. You’re going to try and sit in King Guy’s throne. To rule over his Kingdom, Let Guy tell you something brother. You picked the wrong one. You definitely picked the wrong one.”
He untucked that crown from under his arm. To be sure to hold it out in front of him. Putting true significance on it.
“This is everything to Guy. This means more than any championship could mean. This means more than any tournament to win. This means more than any Main Event. Heck this even means more to Guy than being a headliner for High Stakes or even being in the Sin City Wrestling Hall of Fame. Being the King to his minions. Being the King that people respect. Being the King that people love and adore. Being the King that everyone can get behind. And Guy will defend this till the end of earth. No former fake king slash pretty boy is man enough to take it from Guy. No bulldog’s bite can rip it away from Guy. No disrespectful peasant will be able to overcome Guy. Nor can a Muppet or certified Loser string it together to pry this from Guy’s hands. You are all doomed to fail.”
Slowly and steady Guy began to rise the crown up into the air. High and above his headThe sunshine from the outside beaming down on it and making it shine brighter than before. Every oompa loompa looking up at the crown like the minions in the claw machine from Toy Story, Guy shouting at the top of his lungs.
“LONG LIVE THE KING!”
Right then he brought the crown back down onto his head. Fitting like a glove. It was the most perfect of settings. Every single one of those little people breaking out with claps and loud cheers. Showing their support and love for their King once again. With a bit of a smirk curled over those black painted lips. Guy turned his back to the minions and went walking back inside his bouncy house castle. With nothing left to be addressed, the cameras began to roll back out to a fading scene.
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Cameras found themselves opening to one of the most famous spots in Paris. Maybe one of the most famous spots in the entire world. The very grounds where the Eiffel Tower happened to be. Right there at the very bottom of the eiffel tower. A very large gathering of people could be seen. Lots of chatter and whispering amongst this large crowd. It didn’t take long to figure out what all the chatter was about. Thanks to those cameras revealing an interesting scene.
Right under that tower was the familiar face of the man they called Guy With Cape. Placed upon the top of his head ever so proudly was his King’s Crown. He was pacing back and forth in front of six old fashioned guillotines. Trapped in each one of those was a life sized realistic wax doll representing the likes of Bill Barnhart, Justin Smith, Connor Murphy, Kris Ryans, and Artie. His pacing continued for a couple of seconds before he stopped and looked out at the crowd.
“Citizens of Paris and Minions of King Guy. Allow your King to welcome you to today’s Public Execution!”
His hands went up into the air in such an excited manner. However his words weren’t exactly met with the same excitement from the large crowd. Instead gasps and concerned looks on faces is what he was met with.
“The public executions of some of the most vile men to ever walk Guy’s Kingdom. Guy is talking about men that have failed in epic proportions. We are talking about men that have flat out told incriminating lies, have engaged in blaspeh behavior, and tried to take things that did not belong to them. Guy is talking about men that have done nothing with their lives but waste the air that is in their lungs. These men deserve everything that is coming to them. All of which is going to be by the hand of their king and yours!”
Guy sounded quite thrilled with himself. Although there were still some mixed reactions from all those people watching. All eyes remained on Guy with him walking over to the guillotine that had the wax doll of Justin Smith. Placing his hand on the handle to the switch of the guillotine. Looking back at the crowd.
“This right here is Justin Smith. And...”
Without any proper warning. He pulled that handle and the blade came down within a blink of an eye. Catching right on the back of the neck wax dummy. The head resembling Justin came smooth off and went rolling on the grass towards the crowd. Leading to more gasps of shock coming from each of them.
“That’s what the outcome is for Justin. Off with his head right away. There’s no point in having King Guy waste his words on him. No point in King Guy taking the time to think about him. Absolutely no point in all of you minions paying the man any slightest bit of attention. He is simply a waste of space. And Guy understands that’s a little ruder than he usually is. He understands that it’s far more blunt that he usually is. He also understands that it might upset my minions. However, sometimes a King has to be rude. A king has to be blunt. A king has to upset some people for the betterment of his Kingdom. Guy has always protected you minions. He has always had what is best for you in mind. You’ll one day understand that and will go back to loving your King... But as far as Justin Smith goes. Sucks to suck loser, but it’s something you are used to at this point.”
Such a nonchalant shrug escaped the shoulders of Guy. He found himself walking on over to the next guillotine. The wax doll made to represent Connor Murphy becoming the next bit of focus. Guy holding onto the handle that controlled the blade. Looking right at that wax dummy.
“Connor The Muppet. Guy very recently learned from his British frens. That calling you a muppet means far much more than he ever imagined. It means something entirely different than having a hand shoved up your bum and controlling everything you do. Apparently to be a Muppet, it means that you are foolish. It means you are incompetent. It means you are stupid. Again, Guy understands that being rude isn’t what you folks are used to. Probably not what you expected from Guy at all Connor. But now that this has been pointed out to Guy. He has no choice but to admit it’s the truth.
You are the stupid. You are the incompetent. You are heckin’ foolish. Especially since you thought that you could come all the way here to Paris and challenge Guy for his crown. The crown that sits on top of his head is a sacred crown. It is meant to only be worn by a king. Not someone who at best would be considered a jester. After how many times now have you embarrassed yourself? How many times have you made a butt of yourself? How many times have you tried to obtain a big goal and failed? Causing people to laugh at you? Almost every heckin’ time since you came back to the wonderful world of Sin City Wrestling.
By now King Guy would have thought that you would have come back to reality and just realized you can’t get the job done. No shame in admitting something like that. Some people can’t be good wrestlers. Some people can’t win awards or championships. Some people just can’t reach the top of the mountain. And most people cannot become Kings. There would be nothing wrong with admitting that, but because of those three things. The stupidness, the incompetent-ness, and the foolishness. You won’t admit it. So you’re forcing Guy’s hand and forcing him to teach you a valuable lesson.”
By now with the crowd that was watching. They were starting to become a little vocal. Their displeasures were being heard. Something that was new for Guy. because he was used to cheers and people loving him. He was used to the minions reacting positively, but this wasn’t the case. He eyeballed them for a second with that puzzled look.
“You will never be King, Muppet!”
He pulled the handle and it was just as quick as the first guillotine. That blade came down catching the wax doll right on the back of the neck. Cutting off the head resembling Connor. Guy unbothered as he walked on to the next guillotine.
“Ryans Kristopher. What a true disappointment.”
Shaking his head from side to side in such a somber manner. Reaching out to grab that handle.
“Despite King Guy believing that no one should be allowed to challenge him for his crown. The fact still remained that Guy had heard many-many great things about you. From being a Hall of Fame worthy talent. Being a multi-time champion. Twice with the World Championship.Twice with the Roulette Championship. As well as a former Internet Champion and Mixed Tag Team Champion. You were one of the most talked about men of SCW. At times the most loved. Other times the most hated. A true success story that climbed his way to the top. Not like the others in this match. You would have brought your best. Guy would have looked forward to it.
But there was always going to be that chance you ended up disappointing. Something Guy didn’t want to believe was true. Something that Guy was willing to ignore. All for the sake of good competition. You see as much as those people talked highly of you and your achievements. They’d also in the same breath talk about your shortcomings. They would say things behind your back about dropping the ball. About slipping through the cracks. About how you always ended up caving to the pressure of success. Again, it’s not something King Guy wanted to believe. It’s not something King Guy wanted to give attention to.
However... Here we are a few days away from this historic match where Guy is going to make history with back to back crown wins. Only for Guy starting to realize that maybe those people are right. Guy is seeing the self doubt in you heading into this match. King Guy is starting to feel like there isn’t going to be a challenge for him. In fact King Guy is starting to feel like he’s just going to bulldoze right over the legend that is Ryans Kristopher. As much as Guy knows he was always going to win. As much as he knew that the crown was always going to stay his. As much as he knew his Kingdom was never in any danger. He didn’t want it to go this way. You’ve truly let down your king. That’s unacceptable.”
Boos were ringing out a little louder. Making it clear that there were some major Kris Ryans fans amongst the group. Guy didn’t give a proper response. Instead he just pulled on that handle. To send the blade flying down to cut the head off the wax doll representing Kris. Something that didn’t do him any favors with the live crowd. Guy just moved along.
“That brings King Guy to you, Bulldog Bill. All week long. All week long. You’ve been barking. Barking. Barking and barking some more. It’s not even an impressive big dog bark. It’s more of like the little yapper little dog bark that’s heckin’ annoying and no one wants to listen to. Not very flattering of you at all, Bill. And truth be told your King doesn’t exactly know what you’re barking about. He doesn’t speak woof-woof. However, if Guy had to guess. You’ll probably barking to complain bout how this weekend the ladders aren’t going to be very dog friendly. But, everyone knows there is a reason for that. Dogs aren’t meant to compete in wrestling matches. Unless they’re hosted by Michael Vick and that’s super scary!
And a ladder match sure as frick isn’t a place for a dog. So many bad things could happen to you. A ladder could fall on you. Hurt your little spine. Your tail could get caught between one of those ladders and cause you lots of pain. Someone could accidentally step on one of those paws of yours. So many bad things that could happen to you. It’s such a scary thing to think about. And each time King Guy crosses your path. He tries to do the right thing. He calls Peta but they won’t do anything. The Holy Christian man keeps putting you in these situations. Showing he’s not a dog lover. It’s finally coming down to the King to do something he doesn't want to do, but it seems like it’s the only option. Guy apologizes to you, Bulldog Bill!”
Lowering his head down in shame. He pulled on the handle. The same motion continued. The blade sliding down with force. Taking the wax doll’s head off that resembled the man he was talking about. That seemed like it was taking it too far. Because several people began to walk away. The crowd started to thin out in a matter of seconds. Guy walking up to the last guillotine.
“How strange. How very-very strange. That the masses believe that Artie and King Guy are destined to battle it out at the top of a ladder for Guy’s crown. How very odd that Artoe amd King Guy are destined to fight over being able to call themselves King.”
For the few people that had stuck around. Guy was looking out at all of them.
“One year ago. You and King Guy shared the ring for the first time. Same situation. Same setting. Competing in that ladder match. Aiming to grab the crown. Aiming to call ourselves King. Only difference was last year. All the minions were sleeping on you, Artie. All the minions were sleeping on King Guy. They were foolishly buying into the Fake Good Guy, ‘Power Bottom’ Carter. Only for the minions to show they didn’t know what they were talking about and didn’t know what a good thing was.
‘Power Bottom’ Carter ended up letting the minions down whereas You and King Guy stepped up. We made that match entertaining. We made that match memorable. We made the King for a Day ladder match mean something. Where it hadn’t truly meant something in many many years. For you, Artie. You started to step out of your shell for the first time. You began to show you were more than just a male cheerleader for your wifey. Meanwhile King Guy was showing he had all the qualities to be a King. He showed why he should have been king all along.
Guy was... locked in ... That’s the term the minions like to use. And while you did show some spunk Artie. In the end, it was clear that you were just SuperBad and never going to actually be able to go the distance. Guy snatched that crown right up from you. Took his rightful place as King. Only to go on to book the most entertaining Climax Control that there has ever been. Something that you wouldn’t have been able to do. If you had gotten lucky. There is no heckin’ way you could have done what King Guy did.
But despite being put in your place. Being shown you cannot be king. By being defeated once before. Here we find ourselves a year later. You’re trying once again. You’re trying to take Guy’s crown. You’re trying to take Guy’s kingdom. You’re hell bent on being this Fake King to all of Guy’s minions. Not to mention these minions are starting to back you. They’re starting to believe in you. They’re starting to back you as King. That does not sit right with Guy. It doesn’t sit right with him one bit. That means there is only one thing for King Guy to do.”
A narrowed expression was overcoming the current King’s face. All while the crowd was vocalizing their support for a new King. That was really becoming a turning point for Guy. Something he did not like.
“It has to be a very violent lesson that you are taught. It has to be a lesson that haunts your professional and personal life for years and years to come. See right now King Guy has you figured out. You only want the crown to say that you did it. To say you have finally done something with your career. To say that you’ve finally achieved something in Sin City Wrestling. Since any other time you’ve tried. You have failed. Failed a year ago. Failed to win Blast From The Past. Not once but twice. Couldn’t win a Fatal Four way to become the Number One Contender for the Internet Championship.
So with all those failures piling up. You want this win so bad. You want the crown so bad. You want to call yourself a King for a Day. But what you don’t seem to understand is that wants and needs are vastly different from each other. A need will always outweigh a want. Guy NEEDS to win the ladder match. Guy NEEDS to keep his crown right where it is at. Guy NEEDS to be the King because his Kingdom NEEDS him and NEEDS his guidance. And more than anything. Guy doesn’t need to be King for just a day. No-no. Guy NEEDS to be King every day. For three hundred and sixty five of them. He needs to be King forever and ever and ever.
Get it through your thick skull Artie. No matter how much you may want something to happen. No matter how much you may wish for something to happen. No matter how much you pray for something to happen. Sometimes it just isn’t meant to be. This is one of those times. And it seems the only way Guy is going to make you see that as a reality is if he hurts you really-really badly. Taking ladders to your head. Making sure you end up with Antonio Brown like CTE. Tossing your scrawny body off the top of ladders. Leaving you with broken bones and torn muscles. And then forcing you to watch Guy climb the ladder to take his crown. Breaking your heart into millions and millions of pieces!”
Guy paused for a second just looking at the wax doll resembling Artie.
“You are never going to be a King. It didn’t happen last year. It won’t happen this year. It won't happen next year. Artie... You just don’t have it in you. A kingdom needs a confident king. And last Guy heard you pee-pee down your leg when you saw your own shadow. This is the only way you are going to get it. So off with your head!”
Yanking that handle down with force. The blade slung down and in an effortless manner. Cut the head of the wax doll. It started to roll down on the grass. Before it could go too far. Guy snatched the wax head up and held it in his hands for a brief second.
“KING GUY WILL FOREVER RULE!”
Dropping the head from his hands. As it was in mid-air Guy proceeded to kick it towards the remaining crowd. Shrieks of horror and even disbelief was heard as the crowd proceeded to take off running in opposite directions of each other. To make sure the wax head never hit any of them. Holding his hands up in the air in a triumphant manner. From there the cameras slowly started to fade out.
Time was winding down...
It was only a few hours from now where the King for a Day Ladder Match would be taking place in front of all the wonderful fans of Paris. Six men were going to get the chance to compete for a crown that gave them quite a bit of power. Power that resulted in them being able to take charge of a Climax Control and put their peers into some interesting positions. As well as a chance to abuse the power for their own benefit if they chose to go down that road.
Inside the locker room area Guy found himself sitting down in a steel chair. On the counter in front of him were all his bottles of face paint. With his trusty golden paintbrush in hand, he was dipping it into the paint that he had squirted out. Getting a nice glob of white paint on the end of the brush. Guy looked at his reflection in the mirror for a brief second. Closing his eyes and starting to paint over his closed eyelids.
That cooling sensation from the paint on his eyelids sent a small chill up his fine. He was always excited about putting his face paint together. And made sure to be careful to let no one see him without it. After a nice coat was on. He opened his eyes, but as soon as he did. He was looking back at that very strange and evil looking reflection of himself. Something he hadn’t seen in weeks. Scaring him for a moment, but he couldn’t look away. Control was taken from him.
[ A L T E R . E G O . G U Y ] -- How satisfying did it feel the other day?
Hearing that reflection of his speak. It was his voice, but just far more raspy. That made things all that more frightening.
[ A L T E R . E G O . G U Y ] -- Speaking from the depths of my dark heart. Trashing those that don’t respect you. Forcing those mindless idiots you call your minions to see you in a new light. Very very liberating in letting me shine and letting me take control. Don’t you agree?
[ G U Y ] -- No.
For a second Guy was a little surprised that he had enough control to actually speak. But that was a positive right? Maybe this was just a bad dream and he didn’t realize it. Just a figment of his imagination. None of it actually being real. He spoke again and directed those words at the reflection.
[ G U Y ] -- Guy hasn’t needed you for a very-very long time. Not since he was a young boy. There is no need for you to show your face now. There is no need for you to become involved in Guy’s day to day life. There is no need for you to interfere with anything that Guy has going on.
[ A L T E R . E G O . G U Y ] -- Clearly. You weren’t listening to me following that loss to J2H. A couple weeks ago. You do need me. You do need me to interfere. You do need me to take control and to lead you in the right direction. Who you are. How you go about your business. Everything that you’ve done so far has been a flop. It has been a failure. You’ve got people laughing at you. You’re losing the respect of people. It’s sad, but I am here to do what I have always done for you.
[ G U Y ] -- Create nothing but trouble for Guy?! No thank you. Those years are behind us now!
[ A L T E R . E G O . G U Y ] -- And as always you are showing you’re nothing more than an ungrateful prick. Don’t you forget who was there when your mother was too much of an alcoholic to give you the time of day. Don’t forget who was there when she didn’t want to believe in your interest or support your dreams. And don’t forget who was there when your father walked out on the both of you!
That little bit. It forced all the repressed memories that Guy had seemingly forgotten about to come rushing back. To fill his head. To bring him back to the very moment he created his ‘alter ego’ to have someone to talk to. Someone to confide in. Someone to make him believe in himself when everyone around him made him not believe in himself.
[ A L T E R . E G O . G U Y ] -- I have never created trouble for you. Instead I have boosted you up. I have made you who you are. I’ve made sure you’ve always had the confidence to reach for the sky. But here lately you’ve lost that confidence and you’ve allowed yourself to slip. That’s what I have to be here again. It’s why I did what I did the other day. And I don’t see anything wrong with what I did!
[ G U Y ] -- Everything! Everything was wrong!
He found himself getting a little upset when he spoke. The urge to ball up his fist was very much there, but he just couldn’t do it. That frozen state controlled him, but he still had that vocal control. For no other reason than it appeared his alter ego was allowing it.
[ G U Y ] -- You were reckless. You were careless. You showed no proper respect for Guy’s opponents. Sure, some of them are a little annoying. Some of them at times push things too far. They get under Guy’s skin. And they’re threatening his crown, but you didn’t have to do what you did. You didn’t have to say what you said. Mutual respect goes a long way.
[ A L T E R . E G O . G U Y ] -- No it doesn’t. I have been trying to get you to see that for as long as I can remember. Mutual respect means nothing! It just makes you a push over to those that want all the success for themselves.
[ G U Y ] -- And to attack Guy’s minions? That’s uncalled for! Guy loves his minions. Guy adores his minions. They love and adore him back. Everything you did the other day was aiming to make them upset at him. Aiming to make them not like him. Aiming to make them abandon Guy. That’s not what Guy wants at all!
[ A L T E R . E G O . G U Y ] -- That’s too damn bad! Those ‘minions’ aren’t real fans of yours They aren’t what you believe that they are. Their support is fake. It’s not genuine. Like I said they’re laughing at you these days. They’re not laughing with you. So who the hell cares if you upset them?! Who the hell cares if they don’t support you anymore?! You need to put yourself and your own desires first!
[ G U Y ] -- Guy cares! Guy is the one that cares! Guy is nothing without his minions! He celebrates his goals and desires with them!
[ A L T E R . E G O . G U Y ] -- And you wonder why you haven’t been able to ever call yourself a champion. It’s that awful mindset right there that is constantly holding you back!
Those words from his alter ego’s reflection were very cutthroat. Not holding back even in the slightest. It felt like a knife was being pushed right into Guy’s chest when he was forced to hear those words. Not even getting a chance to say anything before he was being ridiculed once again.
[ A L T E R . E G O . G U Y ] -- Instead of being called a champion. You are more concerned with being a King. You’re concerned with wearing some plastic crown on your head. You’re concerned with being able to fantasy book one night. Only primary focus is putting together silly matches that people just mock you for anyway. This is just stupid. It’s laughable. You could be more than you are, but you don’t want to take that leap. So, I’m going to force you to take it!
[ G U Y ] -- You’re not going to force Guy to do anything!
[ A L T E R . E G O . G U Y ] -- Yet, I already started the other day. I’ve already got those people you care about looking at you differently. I’ve made sure that your opponents see you in a new light. They’re not seeing you as a goofball. They’re not seeing you as a laughable person. No, they’re seeing you in the light you were meant to be viewed in. With some edge to you. They might be pissed at the things I said for you about them, but they’re going to get over it when they realize they can’t stop us.
[ G U Y ] -- Why are you not listening?! There is no us!
[ A L T E R . E G O . G U Y ] -- You’re wrong. You’re very-very wrong. There is an us. I’m going to step in tonight. I’m going to make you look untouchable. I am going to make you invincible. I’ll let you feel like you had a win with this stupid King shit, but once we have the right to control that one show. I’m stepping back in and we’re going to do things my way. We’re going to punish people that should have been punished. We’re going to put you in prime positions you should have never been passed up for. Evil Guy is going to be the best thing for Sin City Wrestling.
That reflection let out a deep, almost demonic-like laugh. Guy staring back at the reflection and narrowing his eyes. Anger was truly running through his veins. Not one to ever feel that emotion. Suddenly he had control of himself again in full form. Shouting at the top of his lungs as he rose to his feet with his fist doubled up.
[ G U Y ] -- No! No! No! Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
He swung his clenched up firsts forward against the mirror where his reflection was. The impact caused that glass to shatter into so many pieces. It came crumbling all the wall of the locker room. Hitting the table directly in front of Guy. Sending those broken shards of glass across the table, onto the floor, into his paint, and just making a huge mess. For a few seconds he just stood there. Red in his face. Blood boiling. Heavy panting.
[ G U Y ] -- You’re wrong. You’re so very wrong. Guy is fine without you. Guy doesn’t need you. Guy doesn’t want you here. Guy can do this all on his own. All on his own dangit!
If anything at that moment it felt like he was trying to convince himself. Yes, he had suffered some setbacks. Yes, he had failed to capture championship gold. Yes, that loss to J2H seemingly put him in a funk that he had struggled to get out of. But the minions still loved him. Or at least he thought they did. That was far more important than any win. It was far more important than a championship victory. Right?
By then his heart beat was starting to slow back down. That red color in his face was starting to flush out. His blood wasn’t boiling like it had been seconds ago. Forcing the man to look around a little bit and see the damage that he had done. Again another flash back of memories hitting him. All the way back to when he was a kid and he was in tune with that alter ego. This was the type of trouble he was talking about. The violent outbursts. The unpleasant thoughts.
None of it was good. Guy had to find a way to get it under control and find away to make his alter ego go away again... but for now the focus remained on being the King.