Post by nealdurden on Jun 19, 2020 12:05:59 GMT -6
We’re all but a grain of salt in a sea of lies…
Sitting on the porch of a log cabin in the middle of nowhere, Alexander Lyndon plays with a plate of salt. He picks up a pinch and lets it fall slowly into the pile again, and again, and again. He seems to be entranced by whatever game he’s playing or by whatever thought is running on his head as he does it; as he doesn’t break his silence for a while, resorting to play with the pinch of salt repeatedly. Then, he brings his head up and stares a hole into the camera as he continues.
The sooner we realize our squalid reality, the sooner we can begin molding the pile of salt that we belong to…
Lyndon brings his hand over the pile of salt and flattens it before playing with his finger over it and creating a sort of distorted “smiley face”. He then looks at the camera once more, as he continues.
Take what you’re given…
The phrase he shouted in his last match in front of the MWE cameras, repeated here with a more mellow tone of voice; doesn’t seem to carry the same weight it did back then. Then again, by the way he said it, it seems as if he just gave the phrase some time to settle in before he continues.
You were given more than the rest. Top of the mountain, where you can watch the world with disdain and the feeling of power that comes with it. You cherished it. You enjoyed it. One could even argue you savored every single second of it…
At a glance, one could argue his words are directed to his last opponent, to whom he uttered the phrase… but, nothing is so cut and dry with Lyndon and the smirk on his face says as much.
You desired what you were given. Now you don’t want to let go of it… sacrificing your status as a force to be reckoned with; and becoming just another sheep in the horde. Once you were different, an equal perhaps. But you didn’t grow out of that shell. You didn’t fulfill the potential you once had and that’s burning you from the inside out. That’s why you fail to see you’re just a grain of salt in a sea of lies…
Now his words seem directed at his first opponent inside an MWE ring; but again, the smirk. The smirk always says more than the words do with this man, who continues talking.
You could’ve been much more than what you are right now and I know that bothers you more than anything I could do; more than anything anyone can do. You’re scared of your past and fear for your future. You live in seclusion and delusion. You think you’re THE MONSTER everyone should fear, when in reality you’re just the little kid hiding behind your mentor’s legs.
Lyndon brings his hand over the “smiley face” he created on the sand and scrabbles it before forming the pile again. He picks a pinch and lets it fall against the pile as he continues.
Monsters aren’t interested in mundane and frivolous things. Monsters don’t seek glory or fame. Monsters stray from the pile, because they understand what they truly are and aren’t manipulated as easily as the rest. That’s why you want to keep an eye on me, isn’t it?
Alexander Lyndon brings his head back up, staring directly at the camera and gifting those watching this recording a wide smile as he continues.
You know I don’t need to hide under a bed, or in the closet… you know I don’t need to scream from the top of my lungs what I am… you just know it and that’s why you want to keep a close eye on me. You want me leashed, as you have every other so called monster here. You want me closer than most of the people you believe yourself to have control over, because you know I’m the loose cannon you didn’t understand before and do so less right now. You want me closely vigilated; as if you have me locked up inside Bentham’s Panopticon… because you know, unlike the rest… I’m not manipulated by ten to fifteen pounds of leather and metal… nor I’m interested in glory, fame or money. You have nothing you can give me to control me… and if you give THEM anything to suppress me, you know you’d be proving my point right…
Lyndon’s chuckle sounds like a threat in and of itself, as he continues.
No matter what you do… you’ll prove my point is true and you’re scared of this reality. That’s why you sit like a Roman Emperor, hoping you get your moment in the sunlight and get the opportunity to give me the thumbs down after a fight. But you also know, doing so, will prove my point. I’m in the position of power now… and that frightens you. I am in control and that has you shaken to your core. For I don’t desire any material thing you might offer… I desire to break your confidence and your shell. Little kid… you still don’t understand anything…
Lyndon brings the plate of salt up and shows it to the camera as he speaks once more.
So you believe in the sea of lies…
Alexander Lyndon moves the plate and lets all the salt hit the camera as the scene fades to black...
Sitting on the porch of a log cabin in the middle of nowhere, Alexander Lyndon plays with a plate of salt. He picks up a pinch and lets it fall slowly into the pile again, and again, and again. He seems to be entranced by whatever game he’s playing or by whatever thought is running on his head as he does it; as he doesn’t break his silence for a while, resorting to play with the pinch of salt repeatedly. Then, he brings his head up and stares a hole into the camera as he continues.
The sooner we realize our squalid reality, the sooner we can begin molding the pile of salt that we belong to…
Lyndon brings his hand over the pile of salt and flattens it before playing with his finger over it and creating a sort of distorted “smiley face”. He then looks at the camera once more, as he continues.
Take what you’re given…
The phrase he shouted in his last match in front of the MWE cameras, repeated here with a more mellow tone of voice; doesn’t seem to carry the same weight it did back then. Then again, by the way he said it, it seems as if he just gave the phrase some time to settle in before he continues.
You were given more than the rest. Top of the mountain, where you can watch the world with disdain and the feeling of power that comes with it. You cherished it. You enjoyed it. One could even argue you savored every single second of it…
At a glance, one could argue his words are directed to his last opponent, to whom he uttered the phrase… but, nothing is so cut and dry with Lyndon and the smirk on his face says as much.
You desired what you were given. Now you don’t want to let go of it… sacrificing your status as a force to be reckoned with; and becoming just another sheep in the horde. Once you were different, an equal perhaps. But you didn’t grow out of that shell. You didn’t fulfill the potential you once had and that’s burning you from the inside out. That’s why you fail to see you’re just a grain of salt in a sea of lies…
Now his words seem directed at his first opponent inside an MWE ring; but again, the smirk. The smirk always says more than the words do with this man, who continues talking.
You could’ve been much more than what you are right now and I know that bothers you more than anything I could do; more than anything anyone can do. You’re scared of your past and fear for your future. You live in seclusion and delusion. You think you’re THE MONSTER everyone should fear, when in reality you’re just the little kid hiding behind your mentor’s legs.
Lyndon brings his hand over the “smiley face” he created on the sand and scrabbles it before forming the pile again. He picks a pinch and lets it fall against the pile as he continues.
Monsters aren’t interested in mundane and frivolous things. Monsters don’t seek glory or fame. Monsters stray from the pile, because they understand what they truly are and aren’t manipulated as easily as the rest. That’s why you want to keep an eye on me, isn’t it?
Alexander Lyndon brings his head back up, staring directly at the camera and gifting those watching this recording a wide smile as he continues.
You know I don’t need to hide under a bed, or in the closet… you know I don’t need to scream from the top of my lungs what I am… you just know it and that’s why you want to keep a close eye on me. You want me leashed, as you have every other so called monster here. You want me closer than most of the people you believe yourself to have control over, because you know I’m the loose cannon you didn’t understand before and do so less right now. You want me closely vigilated; as if you have me locked up inside Bentham’s Panopticon… because you know, unlike the rest… I’m not manipulated by ten to fifteen pounds of leather and metal… nor I’m interested in glory, fame or money. You have nothing you can give me to control me… and if you give THEM anything to suppress me, you know you’d be proving my point right…
Lyndon’s chuckle sounds like a threat in and of itself, as he continues.
No matter what you do… you’ll prove my point is true and you’re scared of this reality. That’s why you sit like a Roman Emperor, hoping you get your moment in the sunlight and get the opportunity to give me the thumbs down after a fight. But you also know, doing so, will prove my point. I’m in the position of power now… and that frightens you. I am in control and that has you shaken to your core. For I don’t desire any material thing you might offer… I desire to break your confidence and your shell. Little kid… you still don’t understand anything…
Lyndon brings the plate of salt up and shows it to the camera as he speaks once more.
So you believe in the sea of lies…
Alexander Lyndon moves the plate and lets all the salt hit the camera as the scene fades to black...