The Classic Wrestling Banner was hung, and the Lord Colossus stood before it, bedecked in spiked arm and wrist bands, Black Wrestling Tights, a leather vest with more spikes, and a black mask showing only burning ice blue eyes.
His chest was heaving in barely contained rage, the rhythmic rise, and fall. Breathe pushed through his nose, like a bull.
A single hand turned upward, clawed, offering the rage and torrent of The Colossus.
As he is about to start to speak, a smaller man, much smaller, wearing a top hat and black and white face paint in an homage to King Diamond…
He said, rushing to put his hand on Lord Colossus’ chest, looking the big man in the eyes. Hand still on his chest, looking back over his shoulder, a finger-wagging accusingly.
“You DID this Gordy Lovett! Look at Lord Colossus! He is VERY upset with you! So upset he has nearly lost his composure JUST now!”
Whezl sneered greasily. He turned around, Lord Colossus brought his massive hands together and started to rub them together menacingly. His chest still rose in herculean convulsion.
“Me? I am to remain calm despite your covetous provocations. Everyone saw it, Gordy, you were going to put your hands on me!
YOU DARED TO think you would be able to get away with such pretensions.
You and Doris Hilton will be held accountable!”
Whezl’s voice raised towards a Rob Halford falsetto. He moved closer as Lord Colossus let forth a bellowing laugh like a thunderclap. The accusing finger still led the man.
Whezl’s hands came together and rubbed cunningly together.
“Yes, your accountability draws nigh. No one.
Is allowed to insult Walter Whezl in such a way and not expect retribution. Not expect to be flensed! The Lord Colossus is enraged at your insult.
I can assure you Gordy, Doris Hilton.
This insult will not be forgotten and it will be repaid! Twice and twice again!
I am the voice of reason for this man, I am the only reason he is before you.
Calmly before you, instead of seeking you out Gordy, to account for your insult.”
Lord Colossus let for a thunderhead again, again offering the clawed hand.
“No. Not yet!
They do not deserve your words. They have not earned them!”
Whezl buzzed with nervous energy, scraping before the Colossus of Leather and Nails. Those eyes turned down to the much smaller man, and nodded obviously. Whezl patted his bare chest. Before whirling around, and straightening his coat.
Whezl’s composure was almost self-assured, as he brought his hands together again, this time with an exculpatory clap. He nodded as his hands rubbed together. A gleam in his eye.
“You see, Gordy, Doris, I am going to make Whezl very very famous.”
A grunt from behind from Lord Colossus led to a frown on Whezl’s painted face, he waved a hand behind him before bringing it back to his other clasped hand.
I am going to make us BOTH famous. Yes. Very Famous. Even though you had thought to insult him and put your unworthy hands UPON me. But you will see this week on Classic Wrestling, that you can’t be taking your everything is bigger in Texas attitude to put your hands on everything you want.
You will learn.”
A finger comes back out and starts wagging again.
“You will ALL Learn.
You will ALL Learn what Walter Whezl…”
A Large hand was placed on his shoulder, causing Whezl to drop several inches in height.
“I meant to say, you will all learn what Lord Colossus is about.
Lord Colossus… Could you get your concrete slab of a HAND off of my shoulder?”
Instead of removing his hand. Lord Colossus’s hand seemed to find even more weight. Whezl squeaked like a mouse. Lord Colossus raised his hand off of the shrinking Whezl.
“YOU WILL PAY GORDY! YOU WILL PAY WITH YOUR BLOOD! YES! YES! LORD COLOSSUS WILL SHOW YOU!
HE WILL SHOW YOU ALLLLLL!”
With that, Whezl seemed to pull a cape ala Dracula around his face. Of course, he didn’t have a cape, and he still led Lord Colossus off-screen, who only had a single remaining image of intense eyes behind his mask for the camera.