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Posted: Aug 24 2010, 09:03 PM
KICKER OUTERER OF THE THRILLER~!
Member No.: 22
Joined: 29-January 09
The screen flashes from black, to a moment of static, to the image of The Big Bifford sitting in an overstuffed leather chair. He sits and stares through a window, towards the bright scene of the outside world. There, he sees a runway full of planes, with a constantly flow of traffic. Planes arrive, planes leave, and then they repeat. Bifford takes a puff of a cigar, leans his head back and closes his eyes for a moment. Then, opening his eyes, he lifts a glass of cognac to his lips and takes a sip, swishing it between his teeth as though he is truly savoring it before swallowing it. He sets his glass down and shakes his head with frustration. Then he smirks at the camera and sets his cigar down in an ash tray beside him. Leaning back even further, he begins to speak in his normal voice, though perhaps a bit deeper and lower in tone than usual.
Bifford: Well, it seems my friend Buffy is at it again… This week she is targeting Arachne and trying to bring him back to the dark side. Buffy underestimates the enemy: the Catholic Church. She underestimates the control they have over Arachne’s life. He’s no longer just a normal human… he’s something else and he’s becoming worse and worse. The only way to get him back now is to destroy the church and take him back that way. That is what I seek to do, and this week will bring me one step closer. This week will be my last week in my present state… after I’m done defeating El Linchador and solidifying myself as the only Grand Slam Champion of GCWA, then I’ll change everything and will give up my identity to join Those Who Know and count myself among the Legion of Afley. Then, as a member of the organization, I will cause the fall of the Catholic Church and be reunited with my one true friend, Arachne… This past week, I showed that I could do anything… I beat Derek the Mobley. He lost, I won. It was easy and it was in part thanks to my partner… This week, after I defeat El Linchador, I will never rest until my partner is returned to me and I can again call him my friend. Once more, we will do drugs together and drink together and become that which we were supposed to be: the greatest tag team in professional wrestling. We’ve already proven we have what it takes… I just need him back at 100%, and he’ll never be there as long as he’s in his present company…
Bifford stands up and puts out his cigar. He walks out of view and the scene fades slowly to darkness. In the darkness, Bifford’s voice is heard doing a voice-over commentary.
Bifford (voice-over): There is so much to tell you, and yet so little time… I know what my destiny is – after Heat Wave – but I cannot reveal it all yet… There will be a great catastrophe and many will be harmed. Bifford’s fans will not know where he is, but fear not, he is with you. Just as waves are constant in crashing into the beach, Bifford is constant in finding where he is needed and taking care of that which needs to be taken care of… The end of this week may end the era of The Big Bifford, but it cannot destroy the memories and the life that has been lived.
The scene slowly fades back to light and shows the world the house that Bifford grew up in. Over a year ago, before a pay-per-view, Earl the Popcorn Salesman would be caught by Immigration Services here after murdering Loser-rr. The front yard is overgrown, and the farm-area behind the house looks as though it hasn’t been used in years. A rickety rocking chair sits on the front porch, barely able to hold its own weight and definitely not safe to sit upon. A black car pulls up in front of the house and a dark, hooded figure steps out of the car. He is followed by another dark hooded, figure, and then a third hooded man steps out of the driver’s seat and walks towards the house. The three men, covered from head to toe in black material, stare at the house… They grunt between each other, as though agreeing verbally without sharing words. The largest of the three men points to the back of the house where an old-style well sits, unused for many years. This was the spot where Bifford had identified that his younger sister had died during his childhood. Then they look to the house and see its poor condition and shake their heads. The three men remove their hoods and look around the property. One of the men is The Big Bifford. Another is the old man from the other day. The third man, almost as large as Bifford, has bleach blonde hair and eyes that are so ice-cold blue that they send chills down the spines of anyone who dares to meet them in a gaze. Bifford begins to take a step forward toward the house, but the blonde man with the icy eyes stops him by putting his arm out. He whispers loudly towards Bifford, “introductions are in order first, my friend…”
Bifford: I am the man currently known as Bifford… This week I will destroy El Linchador and move on to destroy all of my identity. Only once cleansed of all of my past will I truly be one of Those Who Know… Then I will see to it that the Catholic Church falls and Arachne is free…
The old man looks at the camera next. His eyes are weary and tired, as though he’s been through too much for one mortal human. The lines around his eyes and his parched lips make him look all too human, yet the hatred in his eyes make him look like something from another world…
Keeper: I am The Keeper. I keep the secret of how to join The Legion of Afley from those who are not worthy of it. I know all who seek the honor, and I judge them accordingly. I wasn’t sure about the man currently known as Bifford when he first came to me… But after seeing his dedication, I feel certain he will be counted among our members. I expect great things from him and believe we will see cracks in the cement of Catholicism with his induction into the Legion.
The man with the icy eyes, standing in between Bifford and the old man known as The Keeper, looks up at the camera. He gazes into the souls of all watching with his eyes and smirks.
Plethora: I am Plethora the Perilous.. Nobody will truly know what pain and wrath are until I am with them. When women look into my eyes, their souls are raped. When men dare to look me eye-to-eye, they shudder with fear and their manhood is never the same. When children see me, they have nightmares for the rest of their lives – and none of them have ever dared to look at me in the eyes. I am called ‘The Perilous,’ but really I am just one who brings doom and destruction. When the Legion of Afley needs something destroyed or someone harmed, they call on me. As one of Those Who Know, I am glad to assist our goals and truthfully I take great pleasure in the work I do. Whether it’s watching someone stop breathing and gasp their final breath or destroying something that someone holds very dear, I enjoy what I do thoroughly.
Plethora again looks deeply into the camera, his icy blue eyes sending chills down many spines. The camera backs up, but Plethora’s gaze never leaves it. Bifford turns to the two men.
Bifford: This is the place… This is where my life began in Rural, Alabama. I was raised here on this farm. My sister died in that well. My parents both died in this house. The only way to cleanse me of this part of my past is to eliminate it… That’s why the Keeper suggested that we contact you, Plethora. Will you kindly help us eliminate this place? It has bad memories… and good memories too. But all memories are bad for those who wish to cleanse themselves.
Plethora nods, hearing Bifford, but continues to stare at the camera. He knows who his next victim will be, after he’s done taking care of Bifford’s old farm house, and he knows it’s likely this person is watching this promo right now. Plethora’s icy eyes try to find his victim’s eyes.
Plethora: Yes, we should definitely burn this fucking rat-hole to the ground…
Bifford nods, though seems a bit shocked to hear the harsh words come from Plethora. The three men walk towards the house, but Bifford stops after a few steps. He looks around the front yard, his eyes blinking as he remembers all of his childhood spent out on the front yard.
Bifford: Maybe we don’t have to destroy it… Maybe I could just sell the old place…
Plethora: Nobody would buy this piece of crap house. It’s falling apart. The land is barren and raped of all its resources. There is nothing here of value and it is only a hindrance to you joining us. It must be destroyed – the house, the well, the memories, your family. Everything must go.
Plethora continues walking towards the house. Bifford, standing and watching him, seems shocked by his cold disposition. The Keeper stays back and looks at Bifford with concern.
Keeper: If you’re concerned about joining us… I understand. I’ll call Plethora back and put an end to it all if you wish to end your journey here. You could end your career by winning this weekend and then retiring to this place and fixing it up. But you’d better make up your mind, and fast, because once Plethora begins taking this place apart… It’s going to be gone.
Bifford’s eyes scan the front yard, and then roam beside the house to the old barn where he would play with cattle as a youngster. He again stares at the old well, where his sister had her terrible accident and died. He shakes his head, upset with knowing that these memories and their early remnants will be gone, but nods his head, looking at The Keeper. “It all must go,” he manages to choke out. He turns and sees that smoke is already billowing out the front windows of the house and that flames are visible through the kitchen window. A sickening sound of a man laughing hysterically is heard from within the house. Bifford cringes at the sound and turns his head to the side with discomfort. Plethora, inside the house, howls with pleasure as the sounds of crashing furniture and breaking glass carry outside the house and down the street.
Bifford: He really gets off on this shit, doesn’t he…? Was it easy for him to let go of his past?
Keeper: He had no past. He was heartless and soulless from the moment he was born. He killed both of his parents the first time he could walk, burned the house to the ground and everyone assumed it was someone else who kidnapped him… it wasn’t though, it was him. His parents knew he was evil. They could see it in his eyes. His mother tried to tell herself all was well, but it wasn’t. I remember standing in that cave, where you found me last week, when a boy no older than 12 walked in. He had searched since his third birthday for a group to call his own… It took him that long, but nothing could stop him from completing his tasks and becoming one of Those Who Know. Our leader at that time actually almost wouldn’t accept him… He was thought to be too dark and evil. I remember the leader coming to me one night and saying that we had to team up and murder Plethora or he would lead to the doom of us all. We found him dead the next day, the leader that is… Plethora was never accused of anything, but I knew that he did it and that he knew what the leader was plotting. Plethora’s legacy is only The Legion of Afley. There was nothing before it. You have a legacy now – and he’s going to destroy it before he lets you in. He’s not our leader… but nobody will ever stand up to Plethora. Plethora is truly in charge.
The front door swings open and Plethora runs outside, throwing antique plates and glasses onto the ground and breaking them. He throws his arms in the air and howls with delight, his eyes glowing an icy blue. He turns his attention and walks to the backyard where he begins attacking the well where Bifford’s sister died. He begins kicking the stone side of the well, breaking it in as stones fall into the well, caving in as he laughs with anger and joy at the same time.
Keeper: What is your legacy now, Bifford? What is the legacy of your current life?
Bifford: I’m a two time World Champion – once in OCW and once in GCWA. I beat up Dangerous Dan like nobody else. And this week I’m going to defeat El Linchador, the man who was ungrateful and never thanked me for helping his career when I was President of OCW, and I’m going to become a Grand Slam Champion… I’ll be the last GCWA Intercontinental Champ.
Keeper: And what does that truly mean to you in the long run, Bifford?
Bifford: Nothing. After this weekend it will all disappear. I will work only to destroy the Catholic Church and to help Those Who Know. My current accomplishments will mean nothing when all is said and done… but destroying the church will bring about a better world for all.
Keeper: That is true… and your friend will be made free and whole again. I’ve looked in on Arachne and it’s pathetic to see a man kneeling and praying to something that doesn’t exist. Nothing is more pathetic than seeing someone groveling to a wall with no reason…
Bifford nods and turns to see Plethora kick the last of the bricks in, totally caving the well in. He slams his fists against his chest like Tarzan and laughs with anger and hatred and joy at the same time. He turns and runs towards the barn, swinging open the doors and running inside.
Bifford: He sure knows how to cause some damage… Doesn’t he?
Keeper: You haven’t seen anything yet. We might want to step back a few steps…
Bifford and the old man walk towards the car and sit on the hood. A moment later a loud shriek of joy and anger comes from within the barn and Plethora comes running out from inside of it. The barn, a moment later, explodes. Pieces of wood go flying in every direction. Bifford and The Keeper both cover their eyes and Plethora dives behind a small boulder, laughing out loud.
Keeper: Truthfully, I think that’s enough destruction to be considered done… but I know Plethora. We’re going to be here until there is nothing left. I might get some sleep…
The old man puts his hood back over his head and crawls into the backseat of the car. Plethora, laughing his evil laugh, runs back into the burning house and is heard breaking more objects. Bifford stands, looking out at his childhood burning before his eyes. The scene fades to darkness.