(CUE UP: "Sweet Leaf" by Black Sabbath. A looped sample of Ozzy Osbourne coughing gives way to Tony Iommi's pounding riff to a view of the cosmos. Two measures pass, and -- )
DOPESMOKER
ALL-RIGHT-NOW!!!
( -- Erik Black's Time and Space Travelling Spacevan comes speeding off the rings of Saturn and makes glowing trails of light as it plummets into the astral void.)
(When we get done looking at some low-budget special effects including an EPW action figure behind the wheel of a toy van suspended over a backdrop by fishwire... we cut to "DOPESMOKER" Erik Black behind the wheel of the van, bearing a sloppy grin as he greets the camera with squinted eyes.)
DOPESMOKER
Welcome once again my loyal Chrononauts to another mind-expanding caravan through the far reaches of the ever-expanding cosmos...
(The camera pulls out a bit to reveal "The Sonic Titan" Ivan Dalkichev in the seat next to him, wearing aviatar goggles, a pirate hat, and a poncho.)
The Sonic Titan
TOWARD THE CENTER OF THE GALAXY!
AWAY FROM EARTH AND ALL ITS MISERIES!
DOPESMOKER
Straight from the holy text, arr-migo.
(He turns to the camera and winks.)
DOPESMOKER
Get it? He's got a poncho and a pirate hat, so he's... ah, never fucking mind. You don't get it.
(With a grumble under his breath, he plucks a joint into his mouth and lights it up.)
DOPESMOKER
But that's okay, because there are a lot of things people don't get. Like why I joined forces with guys like Stalker and OMEGA to reform the Fallen. Well, given how NOBODY is getting ahead in Empire Pro unless they're somehow a part of this HOPE and Anthology clusterfuck, I really didn't see a choice in the matter.
The members of Anthology are too busy convincing themselves that countless wins in tag matches and six-man tag matches make them better than everybody else, including me. Apparently, being undersized, pasty, perpetually stoned, and having more than three functioning brain cells disqualifies me from their ranks.
As for the superhero team called HOPE? Well, see, there's a funny story about that. When Anthology was running roughshod over this federation, I was kinda HOPING I could get in on the resistance movement when it naturally formed itself. I guess, though, I wasn't cool enough for The First and the other rejects in the Breakfast Club to help them in their cause.
So, fuck the both of them. They can have their pointless war, all the while ignorant to the fact that neither will actually get what they want through constantly beating the other. The Fallen, meanwhile, will join the war on their terms, without actually having to be involved in it.
See, guys like Stalker, OMEGA, and me... we think a tad alternatively. Some would call us crazy, and to be honest... I consider that a compliment! I think it takes a crazy mind to truly see what other people cannot see... like the ridiculous façade of competition, the pointlessness of rat races, and the frailty of legacies. That's why rather than simply join this war, our intent is to royally fuck it up. Our interest isn't in success, but SABOTAGE.
(His ears twitch slightly as he hears rumors coming far and wide across the fabric of time and space, and grimaces slightly as he lets out a cloud of smoke that becomes a swirling nebula floating over the dashboard. As Dalkichev croons over this, Black's attention doesn't shift from the camera.)
DOPESMOKER
Now... I can hear people scoffing out there already, pointing to our lopsided win-loss records and thinking that this will never go anywhere. But again... the point is to go anywhere. The point is to let you all know that the Fallen always been here. Maybe it didn't come in the form of a stoner, a husband to a chair, and a pantry-drawer browser... but there have always been athletes in this industry that were more concerned about making an impact than they were with winning a title.
Well, once again, I'll fill you in on the secret of the new century: Winning is overrated. You can look to me if your so damned single-minded that you need proof. I haven't won a match in... shit, I can't honestly remember. Drugs will do that to you. But I've taken it in stride. It hasn't hampered my mind-blowing maneuvers, and it hasn't killed the heat I have now with the fans.
All this time losing matches and here I am now with the opportunity to move on and fight the TV Champion once again.
(Ivan plugs up one nostril with his finger, snorts as hard is he can, and inhales Erik's second-hand nebula. That's actually really crazy to watch, and Black even seems somewhat impressed. Still, he maintains attention on the camera.)
DOPESMOKER
But in order to jump on such an opportunity, I gotta go through this new guy first. I'd name him, but knowing me, I'd probably fuck it up.
The Sonic Titan
"A randish one?"
DOPESMOKER
Uh, sure. I don't know what "randish" means, but I'll be imaginative.
Rumor has it he scored a win over our buddy Olvir. Then again, who HASN'T been winning over Olvir these days. It's like right after TEAM closed its doors, things just haven't been the same for that Viking butt-berzerker.
Maybe this guy is a legit, or maybe he's a fluke. Since I seem to be an easy source of meaningless wins for guys who think they're in desperate need of them, I guess that makes me a good way to find out just what he is. Too bad I might actually feel like putting forward some effort this time around.
Because this time... it ain't about fighting to gain some exposure. This time I will take the belt from Layne Winters, not for my own personal gain, but simply to remove it from the HOPE/Anthology battlefield, and put it back in the hands of the prestigious and unsung undercard, where it belongs.
I suppose I could leave that to the whim of this "randish" dude, but I haven't gotten high enough to form an honest opinion of him yet. In crunch times, its wise to go with what you trust will get you there... and I trust my own high-flying, death-defying, and mind-blowing abilities.
(The joint is now down to a roach. He hands it off to Ivan, who gets the clamps...)
DOPESMOKER
"Randish" one... prepare yourself for the most off-the-wall and over-the-tops attacks you've never in your wildest imagine a human being capable of pulling off. If you feel a burning in the ring, don't mind it.
That's just the light of stoner brilliance, and you're just getting a tan in the rays of the new stoner sun rising.
(Black takes up the roach and takes a mighty puff as the camera pans over to Ivan Dalkichev, big grin etched on his face as he peers into the heart of the cosmos through a pair of aviator goggles.)
The Sonic Titan
PRESSING ON INTO THE BURNING SKY!!
BURNIN SPACESHIP IT'S TIME TO DIE!!
(The middle jam part of "Sweet Leaf" continues to roll through as the spacevan shifts gears and zooms off, racing through an asteroid belt and disappearing behind a shifting nebula of colors and shapes. The camera fades out to the 420 logo.)