Post by ebirah on Jul 31, 2011 18:47:11 GMT -5
07/26/2011
Los Angeles, California
Afternoon…
The scene opens inside of the offices of Skeptic Magazine where the founder Tom Whaler is the founder of the magazine. He sits at his desk waiting for his interview subject to arrive. Soon the door opens and in walks the evil arthropod wrestler known to the world as Ebirah. Ebirah is in his full wrestling gear including his ring robe and has his scepter in hand as well. He walks over to the desk as Tom stands up. They shake hands before sitting down to conduct the interview.
Tom: Nice to see you here, Ebirah. Glad you could make it for this interview.
Ebirah nods his head.
Ebirah: Glad to be here, Tom.
Tom: Now I have some questions that we’ve compiled from some of the skeptics that work for us.
He clears his throat before turning on the tape recorder on his desk and beginning the interview.
Tom: Who are you are and where do you come from?
Ebirah: First off my name is Ebirah. I’m from here on Earth but I’m an arthropod, a lobster to be more specific about it.
Tom: And who did you get into the wrestling business if I might ask?
Ebirah: I decided to join a local wrestling school in San Diego with my best friend Pablo. After going through the six week training course we received our gimmicks and masks. We both were put into a faction calling itself The Reef. The only problem with that is that Pablo was made into the leader of the group and I was just there to be his lackey…HIS MINION! It boils my skin just to think about it. He used me and then made me do his bidding until he lost his first match to a man by the name of Pumpkinhead. That is when he sent me in to find out where they were drawing their power from. That is when I found the Key of Darkness. It gave me strength, gave me power…and made me into Ebirah.
Tom: How did you come across this Key of Darkness that you speak of?
Ebirah: I found it in the caves on La Jolla Cove in the darkest part of the cave.
At this point Tom seems skeptical about what he is hearing. In his mind there’s no way any of this could happen in the realm of reality. He asks his follow-up question in a really skeptical tone.
Tom: Really?
Ebirah nods his head.
Ebirah: Really.
Tom: So what exactly does it do?
Ebirah: The Key of Darkness opens up a portal to the fifth dimension. This dimension is called The Twilight Zone. It his the home of the Netherrealm and the Old Ones.
As usual Tom is extremely skeptical about what he is hearing. All of this sounds pretty far fetched to him and it could never happen.
Tom: You seriously want me to believe that?
Ebirah shoots him an angry look. He looks like he wants to strangle him for questioning the existence of the Old Ones.
Ebirah: HOW DARE YOU DOUBT THE OLD ONES, SLAVE!
Tom: I am no one’s slave. There’s no way that any of that could happen. It’s so preposterous that not even someone from the FBI’s paranormal investigation unit would believe that any of this could happen in the realm of reality.
Reaching to his necklace with the Key of Darkness on it, Ebirah holds it out to show Tom that it actually exists.
Ebirah: If that’s the case then how do you explain how I’m wearing this?
Tom: That’s just a trinket you bought at some antique shop somewhere in San Diego.
Ebirah stands up and is about to grab Tom by the throat but holds himself back.
Ebirah: In the end I’ll be the one who has the last laugh. If you don’t believe me just ask Hope Dudley after I kick her ass at Midsummer Massacre. INTERVIEW OVER!
He then storms out of the interview much to the dismay of Tom. However he soon comes back and hands him a card.
Ebirah: Here’s my card. Let’s do this again sometime.
Ebirah then finally leaves as Tom looks on with a surprised look on his face.
* * *
Ebirah Blog on Blogspot.com, 07/26/2011:
So far my career in the UWA has been one dominating victory that has led me to a number one contenders match at Mid Summer Massacre. After dominating last week now I find out that I’m stuck in a match against a glorified model…a MODEL!
That makes me sick. I’m in a match against an opponent who only cares about their looks and their sad, pathetic lifestyle. This isn’t a wrestling match in my eyes. This is a lesson in life. This is a lesson about stupidity and weakness.
The difference between myself and my opponent is that I’m in this to beat people up. Hope is here just for the money. That’s the key to all of this. Hope, all you care about is money. I’m not here for money or for titles. I’m here to dominate regardless of if titles or money is involved.
I honestly could care less about that crap. Hope Dudley, you will experience suffering like you have never felt before this week when you step into the ring with me. I hate you, I hate your species. You all will be my slaves by the time my plan is complete.
YES! That’s right! You’re nothing by a SLAVE to the Old Ones. I get my orders from them. Here’s the little backstory on that. I received an object of immeasurable power that led me to being the leader of the Earth infiltration faction that is under their command. This group is called the Twilight Zone and we will lead the charge in the takeover of this miserable planet.
Whenever you least expect it we will open up the portal to the fifth dimension, the Twilight Zone, and bring this planet back into that realm like it was before hand. So live your lives to the fullest, especially you Hope, because soon it will all come to an end…permanently.
* * *
07/27/2011
La Jolla, California
Afternoon…
The scene opens on a beach in beautiful La Jolla, California where Ebirah is standing by wearing a surfing wet suit. He is standing next to his surfboard which he has his arm around. His minions aren’t on the scene which is a rarity. All around him are people in swimsuits and a lot of women in bikinis. Waves from the ocean can be heard crashing into the shore just a few feet away from where he is currently standing. Ebirah cackles under his breath as he starts his monologue.
Ebirah: Now let’s see. First I dominate Andy Star to become the number one contender for the Intercontinental Championship. However I find out after the show that I’m in the number one contendership match for the UWA World Championship.
He laughs under his breath again as he continues his monologue.
Ebirah: Hope Dudley, you may be one of the top talents here in the UWA but you’re not the measuring stick around here, I AM.
He points to himself briefly before cackling out loud as he continues on his rant.
Ebirah: I know what you’re thinking. You’re going to come at me with your huge, fake tits and that’s going to distract me.
Stopping for a moment Ebirah motions around to the people milling around him on the beach especially the scantily clad women in bikinis.
Ebirah: Look around here. I see women like you all the time so none of that crap will be a distraction. I don’t care if my opponent is a man or a woman. I will show no mercy and no remorse to you.
A smile comes across his face as he pauses for a brief moment as he makes a calm down motion with his hands.
Ebirah: Don’t get me wrong, we’re both creatures but you’re a beautiful creature and it’s going to be my pleasure to show you just how ugly you can be. As you know I am in a faction calling itself The Twilight Zone. Speaking of that there’s an old American television series by the same name as our group that is broadcast in syndication on the SyFy network. Now there is an episode in that series called Eye of the Beholder. It’s about a woman who wants to be beautiful and gorgeous, much like yourself, but in reality is in a world where the grotesque is considered to be beautiful. That is the world that I live in.
His face is filled with intensity underneath his mask as he points to himself. His voice is now filled with anger and hatred as he continues on his rant.
Ebirah: That is MY reality day in and day out. I am the grotesque creature that should be considered beautiful yet human scum like yourself is considered to be the peak of perfection. Well that doesn’t sit well with me…not at all. I’m going to make you into a creature more vile and ugly than myself. After I slap you around I’m going to cultivate you into something that even I could want…
A creepy smile comes across his face as he continues.
Ebirah: I don’t want a woman who’s going to flaunt her beauty. No…what a creature like myself wants is a woman who isn’t afraid to show her dark side. A woman who isn’t the most beautiful thing on the planet. A woman who isn’t a slut like you are.
Under his mask he has a creepy, sick, disgusting smile on his face once again. The sick thoughts going through his mind would disturb and disgust the normal person.
Ebirah: What I want is a woman who is just as grotesque and ugly as I am.
At this point his raises his index finger up to point at his mask.
Ebirah: LOOK at this face, look at this mask. This face will haunt your dreams for the rest of your sad, miserable life. I can’t wait to make you as ugly on the outside as you are on the inside. It’s going to be a literal Midsummer Massacre when you face me in the ring. The massacre is going to be in our match. For this is going to be a retelling of the Battle of Little Big Horn.
For those of you who don’t know what happened in that battle the Native Americans destroyed Custer’s battalion and it was what the name says, a massacre. That is what you have to look forward to when you face me in the ring, Hope. This is going to be a bloodbath that is going to make you a hideous, ghoulish looking creature at my hands.
My life is an existence filled with darkness and anguish that you cannot comprehend. I wrestle so that my opponents can feel my pain. The anguish of a mere wrestling match is nothing compared to my every day torment. Hope Dudley, you know nothing of fear, pain, or anguish. You live a life that most people would kill for. But that all changes after you step into the ring with me. Before all of this your career was just fun and games. Now that you’re facing a real man it’s become a nightmare for you.
Mid Summer Massacre is my night to shine and if that idiot Roy Speede tries to stop me from achieving my destiny then it’s going to be a nightmare for him too. So, a brief synopsis of what is going to happen. Hope Dudley is going to strut to the ring and flaunt her stuff. However once the bell sounds and the match is on she is going to be taken to a wild and cold place. A place where ruthlessness is the norm and civility is something considered to be taboo. A place called…The Twilight Zone.
He grabs his surfboard and heads to the ocean to ride some waves as his minions stand around checking out the bikini clad scenery as the scene fades to black.
Los Angeles, California
Afternoon…
The scene opens inside of the offices of Skeptic Magazine where the founder Tom Whaler is the founder of the magazine. He sits at his desk waiting for his interview subject to arrive. Soon the door opens and in walks the evil arthropod wrestler known to the world as Ebirah. Ebirah is in his full wrestling gear including his ring robe and has his scepter in hand as well. He walks over to the desk as Tom stands up. They shake hands before sitting down to conduct the interview.
Tom: Nice to see you here, Ebirah. Glad you could make it for this interview.
Ebirah nods his head.
Ebirah: Glad to be here, Tom.
Tom: Now I have some questions that we’ve compiled from some of the skeptics that work for us.
He clears his throat before turning on the tape recorder on his desk and beginning the interview.
Tom: Who are you are and where do you come from?
Ebirah: First off my name is Ebirah. I’m from here on Earth but I’m an arthropod, a lobster to be more specific about it.
Tom: And who did you get into the wrestling business if I might ask?
Ebirah: I decided to join a local wrestling school in San Diego with my best friend Pablo. After going through the six week training course we received our gimmicks and masks. We both were put into a faction calling itself The Reef. The only problem with that is that Pablo was made into the leader of the group and I was just there to be his lackey…HIS MINION! It boils my skin just to think about it. He used me and then made me do his bidding until he lost his first match to a man by the name of Pumpkinhead. That is when he sent me in to find out where they were drawing their power from. That is when I found the Key of Darkness. It gave me strength, gave me power…and made me into Ebirah.
Tom: How did you come across this Key of Darkness that you speak of?
Ebirah: I found it in the caves on La Jolla Cove in the darkest part of the cave.
At this point Tom seems skeptical about what he is hearing. In his mind there’s no way any of this could happen in the realm of reality. He asks his follow-up question in a really skeptical tone.
Tom: Really?
Ebirah nods his head.
Ebirah: Really.
Tom: So what exactly does it do?
Ebirah: The Key of Darkness opens up a portal to the fifth dimension. This dimension is called The Twilight Zone. It his the home of the Netherrealm and the Old Ones.
As usual Tom is extremely skeptical about what he is hearing. All of this sounds pretty far fetched to him and it could never happen.
Tom: You seriously want me to believe that?
Ebirah shoots him an angry look. He looks like he wants to strangle him for questioning the existence of the Old Ones.
Ebirah: HOW DARE YOU DOUBT THE OLD ONES, SLAVE!
Tom: I am no one’s slave. There’s no way that any of that could happen. It’s so preposterous that not even someone from the FBI’s paranormal investigation unit would believe that any of this could happen in the realm of reality.
Reaching to his necklace with the Key of Darkness on it, Ebirah holds it out to show Tom that it actually exists.
Ebirah: If that’s the case then how do you explain how I’m wearing this?
Tom: That’s just a trinket you bought at some antique shop somewhere in San Diego.
Ebirah stands up and is about to grab Tom by the throat but holds himself back.
Ebirah: In the end I’ll be the one who has the last laugh. If you don’t believe me just ask Hope Dudley after I kick her ass at Midsummer Massacre. INTERVIEW OVER!
He then storms out of the interview much to the dismay of Tom. However he soon comes back and hands him a card.
Ebirah: Here’s my card. Let’s do this again sometime.
Ebirah then finally leaves as Tom looks on with a surprised look on his face.
* * *
Ebirah Blog on Blogspot.com, 07/26/2011:
So far my career in the UWA has been one dominating victory that has led me to a number one contenders match at Mid Summer Massacre. After dominating last week now I find out that I’m stuck in a match against a glorified model…a MODEL!
That makes me sick. I’m in a match against an opponent who only cares about their looks and their sad, pathetic lifestyle. This isn’t a wrestling match in my eyes. This is a lesson in life. This is a lesson about stupidity and weakness.
The difference between myself and my opponent is that I’m in this to beat people up. Hope is here just for the money. That’s the key to all of this. Hope, all you care about is money. I’m not here for money or for titles. I’m here to dominate regardless of if titles or money is involved.
I honestly could care less about that crap. Hope Dudley, you will experience suffering like you have never felt before this week when you step into the ring with me. I hate you, I hate your species. You all will be my slaves by the time my plan is complete.
YES! That’s right! You’re nothing by a SLAVE to the Old Ones. I get my orders from them. Here’s the little backstory on that. I received an object of immeasurable power that led me to being the leader of the Earth infiltration faction that is under their command. This group is called the Twilight Zone and we will lead the charge in the takeover of this miserable planet.
Whenever you least expect it we will open up the portal to the fifth dimension, the Twilight Zone, and bring this planet back into that realm like it was before hand. So live your lives to the fullest, especially you Hope, because soon it will all come to an end…permanently.
* * *
07/27/2011
La Jolla, California
Afternoon…
The scene opens on a beach in beautiful La Jolla, California where Ebirah is standing by wearing a surfing wet suit. He is standing next to his surfboard which he has his arm around. His minions aren’t on the scene which is a rarity. All around him are people in swimsuits and a lot of women in bikinis. Waves from the ocean can be heard crashing into the shore just a few feet away from where he is currently standing. Ebirah cackles under his breath as he starts his monologue.
Ebirah: Now let’s see. First I dominate Andy Star to become the number one contender for the Intercontinental Championship. However I find out after the show that I’m in the number one contendership match for the UWA World Championship.
He laughs under his breath again as he continues his monologue.
Ebirah: Hope Dudley, you may be one of the top talents here in the UWA but you’re not the measuring stick around here, I AM.
He points to himself briefly before cackling out loud as he continues on his rant.
Ebirah: I know what you’re thinking. You’re going to come at me with your huge, fake tits and that’s going to distract me.
Stopping for a moment Ebirah motions around to the people milling around him on the beach especially the scantily clad women in bikinis.
Ebirah: Look around here. I see women like you all the time so none of that crap will be a distraction. I don’t care if my opponent is a man or a woman. I will show no mercy and no remorse to you.
A smile comes across his face as he pauses for a brief moment as he makes a calm down motion with his hands.
Ebirah: Don’t get me wrong, we’re both creatures but you’re a beautiful creature and it’s going to be my pleasure to show you just how ugly you can be. As you know I am in a faction calling itself The Twilight Zone. Speaking of that there’s an old American television series by the same name as our group that is broadcast in syndication on the SyFy network. Now there is an episode in that series called Eye of the Beholder. It’s about a woman who wants to be beautiful and gorgeous, much like yourself, but in reality is in a world where the grotesque is considered to be beautiful. That is the world that I live in.
His face is filled with intensity underneath his mask as he points to himself. His voice is now filled with anger and hatred as he continues on his rant.
Ebirah: That is MY reality day in and day out. I am the grotesque creature that should be considered beautiful yet human scum like yourself is considered to be the peak of perfection. Well that doesn’t sit well with me…not at all. I’m going to make you into a creature more vile and ugly than myself. After I slap you around I’m going to cultivate you into something that even I could want…
A creepy smile comes across his face as he continues.
Ebirah: I don’t want a woman who’s going to flaunt her beauty. No…what a creature like myself wants is a woman who isn’t afraid to show her dark side. A woman who isn’t the most beautiful thing on the planet. A woman who isn’t a slut like you are.
Under his mask he has a creepy, sick, disgusting smile on his face once again. The sick thoughts going through his mind would disturb and disgust the normal person.
Ebirah: What I want is a woman who is just as grotesque and ugly as I am.
At this point his raises his index finger up to point at his mask.
Ebirah: LOOK at this face, look at this mask. This face will haunt your dreams for the rest of your sad, miserable life. I can’t wait to make you as ugly on the outside as you are on the inside. It’s going to be a literal Midsummer Massacre when you face me in the ring. The massacre is going to be in our match. For this is going to be a retelling of the Battle of Little Big Horn.
For those of you who don’t know what happened in that battle the Native Americans destroyed Custer’s battalion and it was what the name says, a massacre. That is what you have to look forward to when you face me in the ring, Hope. This is going to be a bloodbath that is going to make you a hideous, ghoulish looking creature at my hands.
My life is an existence filled with darkness and anguish that you cannot comprehend. I wrestle so that my opponents can feel my pain. The anguish of a mere wrestling match is nothing compared to my every day torment. Hope Dudley, you know nothing of fear, pain, or anguish. You live a life that most people would kill for. But that all changes after you step into the ring with me. Before all of this your career was just fun and games. Now that you’re facing a real man it’s become a nightmare for you.
Mid Summer Massacre is my night to shine and if that idiot Roy Speede tries to stop me from achieving my destiny then it’s going to be a nightmare for him too. So, a brief synopsis of what is going to happen. Hope Dudley is going to strut to the ring and flaunt her stuff. However once the bell sounds and the match is on she is going to be taken to a wild and cold place. A place where ruthlessness is the norm and civility is something considered to be taboo. A place called…The Twilight Zone.
He grabs his surfboard and heads to the ocean to ride some waves as his minions stand around checking out the bikini clad scenery as the scene fades to black.