...Through the Looking Glass...

Obviously, someone's changed..

For the better...

This year, I'm tearing away from the usual. I'm breaking the barrier down and creating my own.....

That's all this industry has become...popularity....fuck that

I am your leader now...follow me...

Follow ME

Stop and listen

I'm on your side....I can help...

You all have potential...

You could all be individuals...

Just heed my words....

Words are thoughts and without them, we couldn't think...

What do you think?

I know...you don't understand....you're confused.....

I'll explain later....

But first, you must KNOW ME...

T H E M I R R O R

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Know Me

(The scene fades in to Lou Nattik, as usual, but not the same Lou Nattik we knew last week. He seems to have changed...drastically. Hell, we can't even recognize him now...same smile...same physique but there's something missing from this scene. Maybe it's his entourage? That's not it. Spooky....oh well, he's speaking)

Lou Nattik: It's finally become clear to me....my purpose. All this time, I've been sitting back and playing the same old marionette routine that's been used over and over again. That's not me...not me at all.

(Lou clasps his hands together...something's wrong here)

Lou Nattik: For nearly three years, I've furnished my reputation as something that I was not....I only did it because I wanted to run with the majority. I wanted to be like everyone else...I wanted to be like the successful. I imitated for the better part of my career, I was just like everyone else. I was living in the shadows of legends from the past. People that influenced a great deal of the youngsters we see today. We've heard so much about the Dave Dexters, the Homeboy Murders, the Gravestones, the Big Red Scares, even the Brent Kershs- they trailblazed the paths that many people follow this very day. They all had originality, a characteristic that always results in success.

(Frown)

Lou Nattik: Unfortunately, they're popularity may have been too much. As we've seen many times over, whenever one strikes gold, someone is inevitably bound to pop up and try their hand at doing the same. That's when the flood starts and a parade of carbon-copies hit the scene. Hollow-minded echoes of the past. The game's gotten so large that this has become the norm, everyone a clone of one another. Everyone trying to set a trend that's been covered many times over before. It's a hopeless case and when we look for someone to blame, we have to point the finger at ourselves. Everyone's too fucking lazy to expand their horizons and look for new innovative ways to wow the masses. No, they just a mask that's been left behind, slap it on, and play the role of someone that they're not. It know.....it's happened to me and I've seen it happen over and over again. The cycle is as repetitive as the people themselves. It's never ended....until now. Tha Delinquent said it best when he told us to destroy this pop brand of entertainment. He said it best when he told us that originality was fading. He's damn right and if he's not around to put a stop to it then I'll take it upon myself to do it....and what better place to do it than a 128-man tournament? Right?

(Bingo)

Lou Nattik: The game's become so huge that it's hard to distinguish one from the other. They appear as two but speak as one. No one's willing to come out and play. Everyone's grounded to repeating themselves over and over. Everyone wants to be a fucking Oxford dictionary....everyone insists that lectures and lessons are the way to go.

This is NOT school

Lou Nattik: Trying to point out one's flaws just doesn't work if you always forget your own. MISSLE's a prime example of that. Completely hypcritical, this man. He chooses to defend his wife and bring justice to her reputation......justice is blind. He tries to accuse one of being fake because of communication difficulties but fails to mention how he understood that person all along. Yes...I watch...I notice these things. The Man Who Can....meet the Man Who Will. I will change this industry as you and I know it. I will force you to know me and heed my message. I will fulfill the wish of all the originals who are waiting for something new. Believe-you-me, I will make you see...I will make you think. I will breath new life into 127 nomads and they will finally figure out where they belong.

This is NOT a "promo"

Lou Nattik: So long, I've been a puppet, a copycat, I'll admit it. I was a tool....I was a fool....I was begging to get accepted into the fold. I thought that what I saw was the right way to do things. I figured that if everyone else was doing it then it must be the most convenient way. Bullshit....all of it. The game's variety had faded and had been replaced by a bunch of zombies, spouting inane ramblings and feeling satisfied with it. Cutting promos went from a challenge of two minds to a chore. There's no fire in it anymore. Nothing's left unsettled. Nowadays, it's "Defeat and Move On". Whatever happened to coming in, making noise, raising holy hell and conquering? Whatever happened to moving to the next level, soaring to new heights, and rocking the foundation that this sport was built on? It's all DEAD. WE killed it. The POPIES murdered it. They reached up and closed the portal to the next level and now we're at a stalemate. This isn't a promo....this is a command but, of course, no one'll listen to me unless we have direct business and that's why I'm here. With such a large amount of contestants and so much at stake, people have no choice BUT to listen and hear my cry for a revolution. I'm begging again. I'm begging for someone else to open their eyes and learn from this tournament...learn from the 128 people in this thing. Learn that you're not the only one and that you've got to make a change to break away from the very thing that's making OUR world falter.

Appear as One; Speak as One

Come Original

(The scene re-opens. This time, we're staring into a face owned by a bulbous, yellow, spheric head. The globe turns to reveal that trademark "happy" grin. The head bobs sideways and we zoom out to see it's body....the overgrown cranium takes away from the body's better features, making it scrawny and powerless, barely able to hold this huge skull up but nevertheless, the body succeeds. The head talks.....)

Ego: Aiyo, Let me speak on this. ORALE!

Fictional Fans: ORALE!

Ego: Ariba la RASTA....

Fictional Fans: Ariba la RASTA...

Ego: Let me tell you a little something about my history in this here tournament, bub....I went from getting verbally bitch-slapped by the Rockness Monsta...to disposing of an Enema...to being booted out of the tournament by a Yak. Can you say "restructuring"? I'm sure as hell not trying to see a sequel here, a guy's self-esteem can only take so much, donch'ya know?

(Sing it loud, brother...*Bleah* Rockness....)

Ego: I'm detoxing the wrestling world of this pop craze and I refuse to allow anyone to stand in between me and salvation. I'm a one man riot and I WILL be heard! Step on up, Rasta-fart-ian, I'm ready, MON. I'll be delighted to put a good smackjob on before sending you on your way. Daylight come and I'll send you back home. Sing it, fans! DAAAAAY-OOH!

Fictional Fans: Punt your ass and I send you back home...

Ego: E-GAT-AY, E-Gat-AYO....

Fictional Fans: Smack you 'round like a retard...make-a Rasta's mouth foam...

Ego: DAAAAY-OH! Tah-tah, Rasta....

(Point-blank)

(period.)