The End Comes For Us All
June 15th, 1 am, Alley behind Hamad Agency
A scrambled screen opens out of focus, as man wearing a dark hoodie turns on the front of his phone camera. The man places the camera on a ledge so that it faces himself. The night is grim, as rain relentlessly hammers the ground, creating an ominous yet soothing sound. Street lights in the distance dimly illuminate the scene; we are in a small alley behind what appears to be a large complex. The camera phone now in place, the man takes off his hoodie, letting the rain wash down upon his scarred face. It’s Shinzo Omega.
His face is bearing scars from deep glass cuts, suffered in the Tapei Death match against the formidable Pariah. As the light from far away cars shine towards him, their headlights reveal more details on his face occasionally and we can see a large, circular purple and brown mark around his right eye. Shinzo looks rather pleased with himself, if not a little bit demented. He is slightly moving side to side, rubbing his beard with his right hand every so often. His eyes stare daggers into the screen, and he clears his throat, calmly and slowly.
Shinzo: My intimate salutations to you, Mr. Hamad. No doubt that by now, you are eagerly on your way home to assess the damage I have cause upon your precious little Agency. Perhaps now that I’ve struck you where you live, now that I’ve stomped my muddy boots on your expensive carpet, you can finally understand the seriousness of the situation you have forged for yourself and your now doomed associates.
Shinzo's tone is calm but assertive. The lights temporarily get brighter and we can really observe the scars and damage done to his face at Mayday's brutal assault. Shinzo takes his right hand and passes it over a fresh, healing scab under his left eye. His stoic demeanor slowly begins to turn into a devious, murderous looking smile.
You see Mr. Hamad, you made a grave, grave error in judgement in Nashville, and that mistake was letting Shinzo Omega stand back up. You thought that scarring this face would protect you from your pre determined destiny. You thought that making me tastes gallons of my own blood would stifle your own ultimate downfall. You actually believed that a referee pulling Pariah off me would allow you to escape the inevitable end. Well, I’m sorry that you may have taken the Omega of AmA for granted, because as you can clearly see, I’m living and breathing, right before your eyes; and what you saw in while you were in Texas? Simply the opening movement to my symphony of destruction.
Shinzo extends both his arms and runs his hands up his down his body, to emphasize the point that he is very much standing tall. He then brings his hands together in a pseudo praying motion and comes a bit closer to the camera, rain continuously pouring down his distorted face.
The time for negotiations and redemption is over for you Hamad. I gave you an opportunity to save yourself, and you chose to put yourself in my path. Well I’m here to tell you, here and now, that Shinzo Omega is going to take apart the Hamad Agency, brick by brick.
Shinzo picks up a brick he seemingly had placed on a dumpster close by. He takes a moment to look at it, presenting it to the camera almost as a prize. His malicious smile turns serious once again, as he tightens his grip suddenly around the brick and smashes it to dust against an another wall. Shinzo raises his tone now, powerful anger resonating through his vocal cords.
For every blade you cut me with, I will stab you in the heart twice as hard. For every goon you recruit, I will put two others in the ground. For every dollar you profit from others suffering, I will burn one hundred more at my feet. I’m coming for you Shabazz, and I am going to take every little thing that you cherish form you, one...by...one. And once it is all over, you will be left wallowing in what you truly fear the most. Destitute, alone...And most importantly, forgotten. That, will be how your novel ends.
Shinzo takes slow, deep breathes as he attempts to bring himself down from the previous venomous barbs he just threw. His chest begins to visibly expand and condense beneath a spiked and torn leather vest, his demonic tattoo appearing larger as if about to come to life.
But the story will not end tonight, no no no. It is only beginning my friends, and on July 6th in Charlotte, the next chapter en-route to your decimation is upon us. You have managed to enter two of your apparent esteemed clients into the Road for Gold, in what I can only assume is an attempt to once again stack the deck in your favor. Typical.
Shinzo snickers under his breath and shakes his head, disgusted at the idea of competing in the greatest tournament in the world and not compete with honor. He points at the camera, continuing to address Shabazz Hamad.
What you weren’t expecting however, is that your newest stringed puppet, Christopher McMichaels, would be meeting his end at my hands in the very first bout of the tournament. A man who calls him the Blue Blood. Well, Christopher, we will see first-hand what colour you bleed in North Carolina. And make no mistake about it, you will bleed for me as you beg for my mercy. But that mercy will never come.
Shinzo switches gears and rubs his hand together. He cracks his neck by tilting it to the side, and begins to address his Road to Gold first round opponent, The Blue Blood Christopher McMichaels.
Christopher, you represent the kind of man that has poisoned the well of this world for far far too long. You are a man who while extremely gifted and talented in the ring, has never had to suffer a single moment in his entire life. You are a man that was given everything they could ever imagine, while never once stopping to look behind you and see the broken backs you’ve walked over. Not only are you completely blind to your privilege, but you also choose to take the easiest, most comfortable road any time a challenge presents itself before you.
Omega is truly disgusted by McMichaels and his approach to competition. The prospect of a man who was simply handed everything they ever wanted, without ever lifting a finger to do so, is simply at odds with the very essence that makes him tick. Shinzo's entire life was pain, hardship and suffering. Everything he has accomplished was done against all odds, through determination and simply taking on the pain every single day. This is what makes Shinzo Omega extremely dangerous, and one of the most formidable and powerful forces this wrestling landscape has ever experienced.
This makes you weak, Christopher, and it makes you soft. Without persevering through hardships, without bearing the pains of violence, abuse and failure, how can you possibly match up against me? How can a man who cannot walk alone, who cannot rely on his own strength, expect do defeat the incarnation of suffering, Shinzo Omega?
He asks, with absolute disdain in his voice. To Shinzo, Christopher simply represents an opportunity to land another blow to Shabazz Hamad's precious Agency.
You can hide behind the skirt of your so-called benefactor, Shabazz Hamad, all you wish. He will not save you, or hold a hand out to you in support when you can no longer stand up. He will let your drown in your own blood. Destiny and fate cannot be altered, and yours has already be sealed. On July 6th, Christopher McMichaels will no longer be a wealthy brain-dead trust fund child masquerading as a professional wrestler. He will simply be a broken lifeless husk, crumpled in the middle of my ring. Your Road to Gold ends in Charlotte, because a date with Omega, simply means The End of your chapter.
The warrior closes his eyes and looks upward while inhaling a large breath. He opens his eyes once again, and we can observe what almost seems like an actual flame inside his pupils. We can notice his right eye is now discolored to almost crimson red. His focus has once again shifted to another man he must destroy.
And once that destiny is fulfilled, I will once again come for The Fear Incarnate himself. Pariah, I know you are also watching, and will be paying full attention when I savagely eviscerate your so called new "friend". I expect nothing less from you than to annihilate your way to the finals, because we both know, deep within our hearts, that our inevitable confrontation is simply a matter of time. I saw it your eyes, Pariah, as you swung your fist, cutting into my flesh, over and over again. I saw through you as the official pushed you off me. The realization Shinzo will never, ever fear you. And it gnaws at the back of your mind, like a starving rat in a cage.
Shinzo finally lets out a genuine laugh, albeit it sounds completely psychotic. He shortly makes the face imitating a rat. Shinzo continues with some praise of his perceived rival, his obsession with him now evident.
Pariah you are the Alpha of this landscape, you have proven that time and time again. But for every Alpha, there is an Omega. We cannot exist without one another. And so the same way you gave birth to by my resolve, I will be the one to end yours once and for all.
Shinzo grins from ear to ear, his confidence soaring to heights not observed before. He raises his fist and squeezes it tightly in front of the camera.
The Road to Gold only ends one way, and that is with the purveyor of purification, the servant of savagery, Shinzo Omega, raising the title over the putrid corrupted pretenders of AMA. I will stand tall, gold around my waist, and represent all the broken, discarded and forgotten abused souls that fill this wretched planet. I will be the light at the end of the dark tunnel. And as the masses rise to their feet and chant my name in unison, Hamad, Pariah, and the entire universe with finally understand. The End Comes for Us All!
Shinzo slowly and methodically reaches back and places his hood back over the top of his head, once again hiding his visage. He slowly waves and the soaked and now water logged camera phone, turns around , and simply walks away, quick disappearing into the night and mysteriously as he came. The camera continues to be pelted by heavy rain, malfunctions, and shuts down as we can barely read on the right side of the adjacent building : Hamad Agency.
