The Apocalypse

I am ready to bring about an apocalypse.

The apocalypse is near. I can feel it, you can feel it, everyone can feel it. Admit it to yourself, admit within your heart and your soul that the apocalypse is near.

No, I don’t want to sound like some crazy Bible-thumper on a lunatic fringe ranting and raving about fire raining down from heaven or the four horsemen of the apocalypse or the Second Coming of Christ. I’m not here to rant and rave about a nuclear holocaust brought upon us by an artificial intelligence turned evil like one of my favorite Fox television shows.

No, I’m not here to rant and ramble like a psychopath. I’m not insane like some of the Bible-thumpers preaching the coming apocalypse.

As a matter of fact, I am quite sane. I am dangerously sane because I know exactly what the hell I’m doing while the rest of the world is in the dark. But soon, very soon, the apocalypse will happen and they will be put into the light, a burning hot, scolding light that they will not like.

If the idiots of the world had any idea what the word apocalypse meant then they might have an inkling as to what I’m talking about.

The word apocalypse is derived from the Greek word meaning “a revealing.”

Get it now? My name is Monoxide and I’m not here bringing about the end of the world. I’m not here to rain down fire from heaven or the wrath of God. I’m here to bring about a revelation.

And no, I’m not about to bring about the wrath of God, but I will bring about the wrath of Monoxide.

The revelation of my glory will bring about wrath, pain, and torment to some. And believe me, I will enjoy watching that torment. I will enjoy inflicting the pain. And I will enjoy my crowning achievement in the Global Division of Wrestling by becoming the GDW Fever Television Champion.

Jason Talbot is a joke. Jason Talbot isn’t a has-been, he is a never-has-been and never-will-be. He thinks that Game Over could be his night to reign supreme, to become the Fever Television Champion. So the Fever Title is important to him? That is why he shall lose. He can’t think outside the box. He can think only in limited terms. He thinks short term. I think long term. I also have my priorities straight. He wants the Fever Title? He can have it. I have only one goal and I can achieve it with or without the Fever Title strapped around my waist.

Coral Marie. She’s a has-been. She used to be something good. She used to have talent in her. Now she’s nothing. Now she is a mere annoyance to those who ever run across her because she opens her trap and won’t shut the hell up. I will shut her up because I don’t want her around me to bother me. I have things to do, goals to accomplish, and I cannot have her getting in my way.

The mausoleum at an undisclosed location. I am inside and that’s a very good thing because it is storming outside. It is raining heavily. Only inside this mausoleum can I focus my attention on what needs to be done, on what needs to be said.

A mausoleum is an external free-standing building constructed as a monument enclosing the interment space or burial chamber of a deceased person or persons. A mausoleum may be considered a type of tomb or the tomb may be considered to be within the mausoleum. Historically, mausolea were, and still may be, large and impressive constructions for a deceased leader or other person of importance.

This mausoleum is where the apocalypse begins. Game Over will be where the apocalypse ends. Jason Talbot may not care, Coral Marie may not care, but I care. DAMNIT I CARE! I care about this mausoleum! I care about my apocalypse! I don’t give a damn about the Fever Title, Coral Marie, or Jason Talbot!

I am standing up staring with a rock solid look on my face at a particular nameplate. A single solitary tears begins to roll down my cheek, indicating the only bit of emotion from my being. I don’t show much emotion these days outside of anger, so this exhibition of sadness is rare. I usually keep my emotions bottled up and release them and all other frustrations on my GDW opponents.

God help Jason Talbot and Coral Marie. But then again, it’ll take more than that bastard to help them survive my wrath.

Monoxide: Its been a long time. I know I should visit more often than I do and I do apologize but, *sighs* I just don’t visit too often because it is too difficult for me. It is hard to see you here and realize that you are gone.

The thoughts of my upcoming Fever Television Championship match against Coral Marie and Jason Talbot are now long gone. Only one thought is going through my head right now. It is the only thought that really matters. It is my focus, my priority. It is the reason I still fight to this day and why I will do what I can to maul and maim whomever gets in my way come Game Over, whether it be Coral Marie, Jason Talbot, or anyone else.

Monoxide: My manager, Meagan Collins, she got me hooked up with a spot in the Global Division of Wrestling. It is a great gig because I have a chance to redeem you. And believe me, I will fight with all of my heart and with all of my soul to redeem you. Meagan Collins has also hooked me up with some good deals and made some good allies. None of them matter. I only have one true ally and that ally is you. I promise to work for you and to fight for your vengeance even if it goes against their will.

I wipe the tear away from my eyes. For the first time a smile spreads across my face.

Monoxide: I’m in a match at Game Over for the Fever Television Championship. Me and two losers, two nothings, two people who couldn’t lace my boots and who never measured up to people like you and I. I will win and I will be the next Fever Television Champion simply because Jason Talbot and Coral Marie aren’t good enough to come anywhere close to beating me.

I shake my head.

Monoxide: But the championship isn’t important to me. YOU! You are important to me. And making the ones in GDW…as well as the entire world…pay for their sins against you and me, THAT IS IMPORTANT TO ME! That is my mission in life! Hurting and injuring pieces of crap like Coral and Talbot is just a fucking perk that I get with the job. Breaking their legs and leaving them a crippled, bloody pulping mess in the center of the ring is just an added bonus. Watching them scream in agony as they slowly roll away from consciousness, as their whole fucking lives slowly and mercifully ends so that we don’t have to put up with pieces of shit like those two, like Talbot and Coral, THAT IS JUST SOMETHING EXTRA!

I kiss the palm of my hand and then press it up against the nameplate. Still you cannot see what the nameplate says. And wouldn’t you like to see it? TOO BAD! You have to wait along with everyone else.

Monoxide: My name….MY NAME IS MONOXIDE! I have crushed Steven Talbot and I have crushed Trinity. Now I shall crush Jason Talbot and Coral Marie. Whether I bring the Fever Television Championship home is irrelevant. I shall crush them. I shall crush everyone. I shall crush them in your name.