Post by INFINITE PRO. on Aug 30, 2022 20:42:01 GMT
@theinfiniteone Thinking about how I’m going to change the game.
#deepinthought
I hope you find…
…some peace of mind……in this lifetime.
Marseilles, France.
13.07.22 11:38 pm.
Mehrunes Smith sits at a table in a restaurant. Dressed as elegant as his surroundings, he is surrounded by similarly dressed people. He says something that is inaudible. The people at the table explode in a fit of raucous, inaudible laughter. The shot focuses on The Infinite One as he looks around at the people, wearing a smile on his face. The people around Mehrunes Smith begin moving in slow motion as the shot holds on his face. He turns his head as he scans over the crowd of people that have flocked to the table. He stops and looks straight ahead and smirks as his voice echoes.
“Every time I enter a room, I’m the centre of attention. Every. Time. I just have a natural ability to draw people in. Regular people are just that. Regular. Boring. Plain. They try to carry conversation with one another, try to act like they care, but it’s all shallow. So when someone like me walks in, someone with a little somethin’ called CHAR-RIS-MAH walks in? The boring and the plain will gravitate toward it. Trying to validate themselves, or to look up to someone, or look down on someone. I don’t know what peace is. The people flock to me. Am I that handsome? That electric? Or are all these boring people just that trapped in their boring little lives?”
“Eventually…”
The shot pulls out. Everything is the same, same restaurant, same elegant, well-lit interior, same lavish tables and chairs with ornate carvings in the woodwork, same hand stitched table cloths, same Mehrunes Smith. But only him. No one else. His voice echoes once more.
“It’s all shallow. Eventually, when they’ve had their fill and they’re satisfied, the boring and the plain disappear. My energy, my aura, it’s like a drug to these people. It’s why I’m so good at dealing with people. I let them use me for what they want, whilst at the same time I use them in turn. How else do you think I could have convinced Scott Fargo to return to wrestling after utterly detesting it for so long? How else do you think I could have convinced Jason Long to insert me directly into the picture for the IPW Worlds Championship? It’s because I’m good at dealing with people. It’s because I’m a damn fine salesman, and it’s because I have charisma by the boatload!”
"But, that doesn't even scratch the surface of what I got!"
We cut to Mehrunes Smith who is now dressed down considerably. Wearing a grey hoodie, blue basketball shorts and his fists taped, Smith is sat on a wooden stool intently studying the television which sits on a crate in front of him. We hear the voice of CASEY KINCAID from the TV.
"Here is your winner via submission… MMMYYYOOOJJJIIINNN!"
Click. Smith pushes a button on a remote. The sound of the crowd and the chattering of Dominic Morrissey stop abruptly. Smith cocks his head and gestures at the TV, which now displays Myojin and Tarah Nova sharing a hug.
"We love a bit of sportsmanship nowadays. Shake hands, hug, raise each other's arms, cry. We love a bit of sportsmanship nowadays. I have a strange feeling that Myojin ain't gonna be feelin' too sportsmanlike after our match. Myo, my shining friend, seems to believe that they are guaranteed the first shot at Somnia. It's a foregone conclusion that two will meet and fight for the right to be Worlds Champion."
Smith hits the remote again and the TV goes to black. He leans forward on his stool.
"A little advice that stuck with me early on was to never think, but to know instead. I don't think I'll be Worlds Champion, I know. I don't think I'll beat Myojin, I know. I wouldn't have come to IPW if I knew I couldn't. It's gotta drive Myojin wild that their shot could slip away, their opportunity could be robbed…"
Smith snaps his fingers and smirks.
"Just like that!"
"By a guy who has only just walked in the door. If it doesn't bother you, I'd have to question your priorities. I'd know that it would bother me, frustrate me, make me angry. I know what you're thinking. Why would your "good friend" Mr. Long do this?"
Smith chuckles slightly.
"It's because he knows what the chase is worth. It's because he knows if there is anybody that can shake up a thing or two around here, it's me! You seem to have it in your head that you're coming to "take" what is "yours". But you fail to realise how far you've overextended yourself. Believing the G1, as if anyone cares, is yours, believing the shot at Somnia is yours, believing that the IPW Worlds Championship will be yours, you've failed to think about what happens if you don't ever make it there! What will you do, I wonder, when I beat you?"
Smith taps his temple.
"I know more about you than you may think, Myo. I have insider knowledge from a first-hand account. Scott Fargo. At Supremacy, you and my man Scotty went toe-to-toe for 30 gruelling minutes. You had chances to end it. He knows that. He had just as many chances too. Your problem, as it is his, is that you loooove wrestling. You get carried away, lose sight of what's at stake."
"I don't play that bullshit! My legacy is at stake! I don't care about armbars or hammerlocks, I'll just do what I must to get to the top because I aaam that damn GOOD!"
"When I have the chance to end it, make no mistake about it, I'll end it!"
…The End…