Conspiracy

We open in an undisclosed location. The room is completely white, except for a blackboard full of random words and drawings of graphs that are impossible to comprehend. There’s an eerie silence as the camera pans through the otherwise empty room to finally center its focus on that blackboard.

„Ah! You came!“ an excited voice pierces the silence. A man in a black luchador mask with red and gold details, a red polo and black chinos enters the frame and stands in front of the blackboard.

„Allow me to introduce myself! My name is DIRRRRRRRRRTY DRAGÓN!“ he exclaims and the voice echoes through the room.

„I came to AWS to wrestle! To win championships! To get fame and dineros! But firstly, I am here,“ he puts his hand on the blackboard. „To shine a light on something the media have kept away from you!“

Dragón looks at the camera with a facial expression of pretended shock.

„Dirty Dragón is the smartest man in professional wrestling, and as such, he knows that nothing in this business is a coincidence. First match in, and I’m booked against a member of something called World Elite…“

He crosses his arms across his chest.

„Ever since I started, I knew there was a conspiracy to drive me away from professional wrestling. First, there was just small signs. Now? They’re not even trying to hide it. World Elite? You’re putting me against the ILLUMINATI?!“

The camera man speaks. „I’m sorry mister Dragón but… I think that’s just the name of their group. Because they’re, like… Really good, and stuff.“

Dragón chuckles and shakes his head.

„Oh, they got to you too. But I see the truth. World Elite are a group of people who rule the planet. They decide what countries are at war, who becomes famous and who dies in obscurity, they decide fashion trends… Why do they keep changing the pants that are in style? It’s slim fit one year, loose fit the other, nobody knows!“ he shouts and grabs a piece of chalk. He writes WORLD ELITE on the blackboard.

„You see this? World Elite, when you shuffle the letters a little bit…“

Dragón draws lines from the letters and then writes TOWEL RILED.

„It makes Towel Riled. You know what that means?“

The camera shakes from left to right and back.

„Me neither. And that’s what SCARES ME!“ Dragón yells and throws the chalk across the room.

„That’s why I am not leaving this place, I am not showing up to Monday Night Ward, until somebody gives me some answers about what’s going on!“

The feed goes static for a few seconds.

When we come back, we are in the same room, but the setting is different. It’s days later. The blackboard is completely wiped, there’s nothing on it. In front of the blackboard is now a simple desk and a chair.

Dirty Dragón enters the frame again. He’s wearing jeans and a black henley, his mask still where it always is. He’s carrying a stack of papers. He looks decisively calmer.

Dragón puts the papers on the desk and sits in the chair.

„Well then,“ he says, smiling.

„Looks like I won. These documents I have with me were signed by every member of AWS management. I personally asked them to sign the papers that confirm that World Elite are in fact not an Illuminati-like organisation, but indeed a professional wrestling group. They confirmed that there is no agenda against Dirty Dragón and that I will not be beamed into a spaceship or otherwise wiped from this Earth.“

He pulls out one of the papers and crumbles it in his hands.

„I also tried to slip in a paper saying they will award me all of the championships, but they found it and didn’t want to sign. They’re very thorough,“ he says and throws the paper away.

„But alas – that is a win for Dirty Dragón in the office. Now all that’s left… is a win in the ring.“

He sits back in his chair and puts his legs on the table.

„I make my debut in the Gold Rush tournament against someone who has been in this company for a very long time. Won titles here as a singles competitor and now he’s using the power of his group, who are ALLEGEDLY really just a wrestling stable, go after the tag team titles. I come in as the unknown, the new arrival that wants to throw a wrench into their plans.

And that’s kind of the whole story of this match, isn’t it? Unpredictable versus… Very predictable.“

Dragón laughs.

„My opponent AJ Flare is not a man of many words. One of them repeats itself over and over – greatest. AJ keeps telling everyone he will beat them because he is the greatest, the best wrestler on the roster, simply put better than anyone that stands across him.

AJ, amigo… I’ve talked in this very room about conspiracy theories. I was made aware that mine was not right, I’ll admit that. But there’s this thing about theories like that… No matter how many times you repeat them, some people may actually believe them, but that doesn’t mean they are the truth.“

Dragón puts his legs down again and rests his elbows on the desk, leaning forward.

„I’m afraid that when it comes to this phrase of being the greatest… The only person left that believes it is yourself. Or maybe you don’t even believe it anymore and are just trying to persuade yourself more than us?“

A cocky smirk forms on his face.

„The real greats of our world never have to say things like this about themselves. Their actions speak for them. Julius Caesar. Winston Churchill. Alexander the Gr– Okay, maybe the last one is an exception. But the fact of the matter is, while you’re busy saying who you are, I’m actually doing it. At Ward, when we face off in the first round of the tournament, I will show you what real greatness actually means when I roll you up on your shoulders before you can even blink.

At the end of the day, the dominance and greatness of AJ Flare and World Elite will remain just a theory. The truth, and the victory, will forever remain with DIRRRRRRRRRRRTY DRAGÓN!“

We fade to black.