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Lord Colossus is bedecked as though he were a one-man apocalypse. Spikes, Leather, and the kind of mask and gorget combination that does wonders for people finding different places to be and different tasks notably elsewhere in need of accomplishment.
The clank and clangor of a steel chain being run through black-gloved hands provide an adequate sense of menace as Lord Colossus bears down on everything. Eyes Blue Ice Fire.
“I HOLD.”
He laughs, uproarious darkness.
“THE TOOLS OF DOMINATION.”
A single hand proffers the chain as though Eden’s serpent.
“THE VERY CONTROLS OF THE UNIVERSAL APOCALYPSE IS MY DOMAIN.”
The hand clenches around the chain, the metal crunching together audibly, lighting reflecting off of the new steel. Lord Colossus’ voice is a reigning thundercloud with nowhere to hide.
“RANDALL I WILL DRIVE THE DEMOLITION TANK TO CLASSIC WRESTLING FOUR. THERE WILL BE NO PARLAY. YOU ARE MERELY ANOTHER STOP ON THE PATH OF TRUE DOMINATION. YOU WILL BE WITNESS TO THE MERCILESS DESICCATION OF THIS WORLD”
His chest rises and falls as lets individual links in the chain slip through his fingers.
“IT IS ONLY THROUGH DOMINATION THAT YOU CAN BECOME PURE. IT IS ONLY THROUGH YOUR OWN SELF-ANNIHILATION THAT YOU CAN BE FREED OF YOUR MATRIX OF WEAKNESS. I WILL HARNESS THE VERY POWER OF THE FOUR RIDERS OF STEEL AND IRON TO BRING YOU TO YOUR KNEEEEEEES.”
His grip crushes the chain again, it’s rattling fading to…
Click…
Click…
Click…
Broadly grinning Walter Whezl steps into view tapping and whirling his black mist umbrella. His face painted in garish and ghoulish black and white, he sweeps into view.
“Now, that will be enough of that!”
He shrinks mildly from the menace of Lord Colossus who is still very much brandishing that chain. Whezl spins and points the tip of the umbrella emboldened with an open-mouthed skull.
“Randall Schwartz was paying attention at Classic Wrestling Three, yes. Wasn’t he!”
The Colossus of Doom nods.
“He saw what happens when you interfere in MY… No OUR Business. Did you bear witness Randall to what happened to King Kong Frank? Did you feel the immensity of the Volt Thrower as it cast a rain of tesla lightning from the ring into heaven?!
Were you not scared and awestruck as you had every right to be? Did you not feel the power of true domination in your own small way.
Did you not learn the only lesson which you need to take away from this…
This saga.”
Whezl’s voice reached into the early 80s leather metal falsetto range as he stomped angrily, his umbrella dripping a small amount of that vile black liquid onto the concrete floor.
“YOU DO NOT INTERFERE IN THIS MAN’S PLANS!”
He points with his free hand at Lord Colossus who nods slowly, bringing the chain up as he flexes his arm, going all vascular. Returning to the camera, he shakes the end of his umbrella menacingly. He reaches into his jacket and produces the papers from Classic Wrestling Three anew.
“Do not think, King Kong Frank, that I have yet forgotten you. I have something for you here. Oh yes, I do.”
His face twists into feigned concern and patience.
“It pains me that it has to come to this Frank, but your introduction of a foreign object and your attempt to hurt my client has led me to this. I want you to know Frank. That at Classic Wrestling Four.
You will find out the full gravity and IMPORT of this document.”
He looks back at the Colossus, staring straight ahead, the chain now pulled taut in both hands.
“Now is not the time, now is not the place. But I am going to change….”
The chain comes free from one hand as Lord Colossus easily picks up his manager by the neck of his coat. The smaller man began to squirm.
“DO NOT PRESUME! THAT YOU ARE HERE IN MORE THAN MY SERVICE ANT!”
Whezl drops to the floor with the grace of an anti-cat, somehow, he keeps his hands on the documents and the Umbrella while still producing a proper belly flop, his hat careering out of view.
“TOGETHER SCHWARTZ WE WILL WALK THE PATH OF DOMINATION. YOU WILL HEAR THE INVOCATIONS OF THE DAMNED AS WE APPROACH THE FINAL GATE. STREWN WITH BODIES YOU WILL REACH FINAL UNDERSTANDING. YOU WILL BE PURIFIED THROUGH VOLTAGE”
Lord Colossus pulls the chain apart holding an end in either hand. Laughing maniacally.