The Last Blacksmith

as chaotic as I am, I put some scattered thoughts. Probably, having not yet seen the first part of night 1, I will forget someone, so forgive me. First of all, I want to thank Caine for the feud that has been going on for 3 years now. Working with Nick I think is the easiest thing that exists in ocw, because he is a genius. The road to lution was pratically carried by him in last month, and I want to say thx to him. I am happy that something that was born as a last minute thing at lution two years ago turned out to be the most important feud I have had since I joined OCW, and ended in the most important stage of all. You are a great Nick. 3 new champions on night one. Let's start with Tony vs B17. I know it sounds easy to say now, but I was expecting what actually happened. Since I've been here, it's been a constant thing to see B17 dominate the first part of the match, and be chaotic once you get to the end of the match. Tony was cool enough to avoid the pin, and wait for the right moment to strike. A quality that has always had, since he defeated Drago, as a rookie, two years ago. Congratulations to him. He hardly fails on the occasions that matter, and he deserves this title. At the same time, kudos to Adam for keeping the title for almost a year, which is an incredible feat considering we have had this game for 3 years now, and most of us have now reached a very high level. It was a pleasure to be able to face you on The Clash before retirement. About Tre and John becoming new champs. Unfortunately I haven't seen the matches yet, and I will do so shortly. But I must say that I am really surprised with the outcome. I have heard several reviews about the match between John and Doc. Aside from the ending, the fact that John was able to bring red DOC and run a final is surprising to me. Good boy. The same thing concerns tre, although he was involved in a multiman, match where the outcome can be conditioned by several variables, and in any case the skills of tre on this game in my opinion are not questionable. Thomas Archer vs Madmike, another match I have to resume also because it interests me a lot. I know Archer took the win, so props to him. But i can't tell much more. Nothing really to say about Lucha Country too. They are the team to beat. I hope to be able to meet them very soon. You never know... Great work guys. FI, wow. We arrive at the biggest flip off I have seen in ocw right now. For quite a month, Kassidy declared that he would have win the case and insert himself in the Lution Main event. For the umpteenth time, he has made us understand that everything he says must be taken seriously. Anyway, another great match. Ever since he ended up on a burning table, Harvey has lost his mind. First he helps me, then he decides to pave the way for Kass for the final victory. We will see what will happen in next weeks. Sensation vs Matsumoto, I am not worthy to talk about this. Fantastic. Though there wasn't an Accendi moment, that moonsault... goddamn Jay. I would have paid the full price just for seeing that. Pride Title. Nate wtf did you do, lol. Rust retains the title, deservedly having dominated much of the match. He's a talkative, he's unpleasant, and megalomaniac. But he knows how to fight, unfortunately. Good one french, good one. In a moment where the stars that carried the previous era are slowly retiring, surely Rust is one of brighter stars of the new generation. The new era is coming, and it will be fun. Valk is back. Competitive as never before, she wins a very difficult match against an opponent who is a candidate to climb the hierarchy of the women's division. Still, proud of the ending with Terra breaking a Valk ankle. That's the violence this fed needs. Congratulations to Rudo for the win against Maxx Edwards. Also kudos to these guys for the feud which have taken over the past few weeks on weekly shows. A mixture between the comic and the serious, which was credible and pleasant. HUGE WIN FOR EMPRESS! First of all, congratulations for the courage to have brought the hell in a cell to Lution. Having tried that mode, I can say that on the game that sucks. But the qualities of emp and theo have allowed him to have a great match, despite everything. Little can be said at emp. The effort he puts into making original content, the ability to always be, since his arrival, a point of reference together with Valk and I would say Ashley Moore as regards the women's division, are remarkable qualities. Nothing to say, congratulations, and let's see how long this reign will last. Quartz vs Nate vs Kass. I admit, I cheered for Kass. As mentioned before, Kass inserting him in the match it was the biggest flip off seen in ocw since I'm here, and the work would have been complete if he had even managed to steal the title. But Quartz is currently the best not by accident. This is why he managed to kick off the final and keep a title he deserves without any doubt. I understand the disappointment of those who wanted to finally see a match between him and nate, but I think that everything is only postponed, and the match will repay the wait. About Wrex retirement. Where the fuck are you going. Pull that belly down, and come back in this fucking ring. You scottish scum. Fuck you Tiberius dupree

(The following scene takes place during RIOT 571) The scene opens in Riot's backstage. Blacksmith, sore after the tough match he won against Rust Cohle, is headed to his dressing room when he casually passes Stacy Clark's Little Sister, speaking to a camera. SCLS: "Ladies and gentleman, I have some breaking news for you. The Mantis, who was originally slated to take part in next week's match as the mystery sixth participant of the Rookie Rush, has suddenly been removed from the match after a fan-made video depicting him talking about the match with a fan came to light. OCW General Manager Mr. Sensation is reportedly furious backstage following this revelation…" [/b][/b] Blacksmith: Damn it... The Last Blacksmith sighs, and begins to search for The Mantis while SCLS continues her briefing in the background. After a few minutes of searching, The Last Blacksmith finds him looking at his cell phone, leaning on a wall that stands in front of the entrance to the parking lot. The Mantis: Hey, mate! Congratula-oh. You okay- Not even time to finish, as Blacksmith grabs The Mantis, slamming him against the concrete wall. Blacksmith: The Rookie Rush. Does that mean something to you? Do you have anything to tell me? If so, I suggest you do it quickly, or I will send you to the doctor again... The Mantis: Gahh! Hey! Stop! What're you doing?! Blacksmith: YOU WERE IN THE ROOKIE RUSH! AND YOU WERE ABLE TO GET THROWN OUT BECAUSE YOU TOLD EVERYTHING TO A STUPID FAN! Blacksmith: What the fuck is your brain even telling you?! I can't understand what's stopping me from slaughtering you to the point of ending your miserable and nonexistent career right here, right now. The Mantis: No, stop, please! I-I thought I was speaking to someone from the media! It was an honest mistake! Please, you gotta believe me! Blacksmith stares at The Mantis furiously, eventually releasing his grip, before pointing a gloved finger at him Blacksmith: Now listen to me, and listen well. I'm not going to waste time, so be very careful. This is the last bullshit you do. Do something like that again, and I swear I'll leave you in the depths, mocked by useless folks like Elliot Parker or other rookies who don't even know where the bathroom is in this damn building. Is that clear? The Mantis nervously nods yes. TLB: I sure as hell hope so. Tomorrow, Combat Center, 6am. Don't be late. The Last Blacksmith walks away leaving The Mantis a bloody pulp yet again as the scene fades to black...

The scene opens in front of a table illuminated by a light placed above it. Above the table it is possible to glimpse a series of bullets lined up, standing, one after the other, while a shadowy figure, with his hands joined, stares at the table without making a noise. The figure now enters the field of light. Blacksmith: Solomon ... Solomon ... Solomon ... Blacksmith picks up a bullet... Blacksmith: I think you know these very well. Blacksmith: You know, when you take it into your head to knock a person down, it's always a risk. Blacksmith: Sometimes the blow is successful ... Blacksmith shoots bullets at the camera showing the engraved names of H2O, Nate Mac, Rust Cohle and Wrex. After that, with a flick of his fingers, he hits them making them fall off the table Blacksmith: Boom, exploded... Blacksmith: Sometimes, however, you can miss the shot just a little. Blacksmith takes the bullet that says the name "B17", and drops that too. Blacksmith: But with you it's strange. Blacksmith: Not only did I explode 1 shot. I've already exploded two. And I was sure they had hit the mark. Blacksmith takes two remaining bullets Blacksmith: Savage Saturday 2019.....Summercide 2020.... Blacksmith jumps up and overturns the table. Blacksmith: SO WHY ARE YOU STILL STANDING? Blacksmith: It's ok....It's ok... Blacksmith now has only one bullet in his hand, the one taken at the beginning of the scene. Blacksmith: Wrestlution 2021. Blacksmith: A shot in the heart. This time the task will be done... Blacksmith approaches staring at the camera. Blacksmith:ACCENDI, BASTARDO. Scene fades.

It's 7 in the morning. We are inside the OCW Performance Center in Brooklyn. On the edge of the central ring, we can see a hooded figure striking a punching bag positioned at ringside. The camera cuts to a close-up, revealing that the hooded figure is none other than The Last Blacksmith, grappling with his morning workout. While the Italian is struggling with the punching bag, the heavy metallic sound of a door is heard. He stops sparring with the bag to turn to the man that just entered. TLB: Well, well...it would seem you are now convinced... The camera pans towards the door, revealing The Mantis walking towards the row of treadmills, dressed in dark green shorts and a tank top. The Mantis: Don't kid yourself, mate. I'm here of my own volition. It's just a shame that the only good gym within walking distance of my apartment also happens to contain you. TLB: Yes, okay, drop the act and save it for someone who gives a shit. Get in the ring, come on. The Mantis: Right, right, fine... Mantis reluctantly steps into the ring, while Blacksmith takes a kendo stick and then follows him. The Mantis: Whoa, whoa, what's that for? Blacksmith gives the kendo stick to The Mantis. TLB: Hit me. The Mantis looks at the Kendo stick in his hands, and hesitates. The Mantis: Uh...are you sure? W-we're not really meant to- Suddenly, The Last Blacksmith snatches the kendo stick from The Mantis' hands, and hits him in the stomach, causing him to fall painfully to the ground. TLB: Honestly, what is your problem, Mantis? You have a chance to hit your opponent, and you hesitated in this way? The Mantis, still sore on the ground, tries to speak. Mantis: I...y-you...guh... TLB: Shut up. Shut the fuck up. Don't you understand how pathetic you are? What do you plan to do when you get back in the ring, huh? Have mercy on those in front of you so they can kick your ass? All while wearing those ridiculous tights? Open your eyes,! The Mantis attempts to stand up, only for The Last Blacksmith to hit him again in the back with the kendo stick, causing him to scream out in pain. TLB: You see this? This is the only thing you can get by showing mercy. Only this…But now, I'll give you a chance. The ability to put the weak part of you behind you, and bring out the dangerous part of you. If it exists, that is...now, get up! Despite the immense pain, The Mantis slowly makes it to his feet. He looks The Last Blacksmith dead in the eye, while the latter puts the kendo stick under his neck, as if to make him lift his head. TLB: Are you ready? The Mantis: Not like I've much of a choice now, do I? TLB: So it begins... Mantis

Not bad

the greater the obsession with me, the more vulnerable you are.

The guy that I threw on flames?

A few minutes have passed since the grueling fight against Nate Mac. The Last Blacksmith, or simply Matteo, is in his dressing room, his body aching from the blows he suffered during the match with Ice Mac. He is sitting, exhausted, in front of the mirror. , as he looks at his reflection with a look mixed with fatigue and anger. TLB: Look, what you forced me to come up with. TLB: All my anger, my will, my energy. TLB: All this I had to release to defeat you for good. TLB: You entered my head. You made me believe you were just one of many. That I was like everything else. TLB: You hit me deeply. Made believe i'm a weak. A worm to crush. And I almost did believe it. TLB: I've met many rivals. It's a life I've been fighting. But no enemy knocked me down like you did. Bringing me close to surrender. TLB: But I didn't. TLB: After so many days spent in the dark, that became my friend, a light has emerged at the end of the tunnel. I got up, and I proved that ... Blacksmith gets up from his chair, albeit with difficulty, and approaches the mirror. TLB: I'M NOT LIKE THE REST. TLB: I did not let you convince me that you were superior to me, I did not accept, like the others, to submit and be annulled by you. TLB: Because you are not... TLB: I'm full of scars now, which will never go away. But these scars will remind me of the days I spent, and how I emerged from the darkness to come back stronger than before. TLB: I'm not a kid anymore. And you are not the untouchable that I thought. Blacksmith is now resting. Then says again... TLB: Nate Nate... That's why you lost at the start.. TLB: You wanted to conquer my mind. But the truth is that you have been anticipated. And the barriers are now too high for anyone, even you. TLB: Nobody, by now, will be able to do it anymore. Meanwhile, the replica of the match between the Italian and the iceman is on the air, and a voice breaks Blacksmith's monologue: "Matteo is a lot of things, forgiving is not one of them" Matteo smiles... TLB: Bet on it...

Oh look, why not. Your creations are always super cool, I didn't ask you before so as not to disturb, but if you would like it would be great: D

I'm aware I'm terrible as a designer lol. For sure I shall study a new facepaint design.

We are in a New York hotel room. Blacksmith, not present in the arena for the show, watches the Riot episode absently, while leaning against the balcony door, smoking a cigarette. In the background is possible to hear the sound of the television... B17: So to hear The Last Blacksmith talk shit does not phase me. To hear him say nonsense about how he killed The Doom Machine only gets a roll of the eyes from me and a shrug. While his gaze is turned towards the New York skyline, Blacksmith, with the cigarette still in his mouth, hints at a smile and whispers TLB: But you felt the need to answer... TLB: You shit in your pants...didn't you... Blacksmith comes back from the balcony. While he puts out his cigarette, Nate Mac is now on television, and he addresses the anarchist himself Nate Mac: ...Blacksmith, that wasn't the answer I was waiting for. Because there's no Horsehead at the foot of my bed, and no horse blood on these hands.... Blacksmith turns up the volume and sits down on the sofa, all without ever taking his eyes off the television Nate Mac: Is time to abandon all hope entering in the ring with THE ICEMAN. I will make you my steed writing as the pale writer at armageddon during the apocalypse. When FIRE meets ICE we are gonna have a catastrophic collision of biblical proportions... Nate Mac: The Iceman is coming for you... As the commercial follows Nate Mac's speech, the carnivore's gaze rests on his hands, which in the meantime have joined. After a sigh, Blacksmith raises his head, and after getting up he says... TLB: Fire and ice ... TLB: Don't you know what happens when Ice meets Fire? TLB: It melts... Blacksmith gets up, and after taking another cigarette, goes back to the balcony to observe the city of New York illuminated by the lights from above.

Ty for the review. I can't impose fear in my enemies. What I can do, is punishing them in the ring if they don't take me seriously.

The scene opens in the OCW combat center. The Last Blacksmith with his hood up, enters the room, still in the dark. The Italian climbs into the ring, and after making a quick tour of the square, rests his elbows on the third string of the square, looking towards a camera placed there. TLB: Have you ever wondered what destiny is? TLB:You know Bingo, this is the main question of our existence. Whoever believes in destiny thinks that everything is predetermined. A higher entity has decided the fate of each of us, and this, this cannot be changed... TLB:No matter how hard you try, no matter what you do. The point of arrival will always be one. TLB:And so, for example according to the Greeks, there were the heroes, kissed by the Gods and destined to have a glorious life. And then the forgotten children, those who could have done nothing to raise their fortunes. Because B, who would dare to challenge the gods .. TLB: You are part of the first category. A strong, winning, unbeatable machine. A Hercules returned to earth, who has only one road ahead of him, that of glory and success. TLB:Like him, you have faced many challenges. Overcoming them all. The 7 fatigues of Bingo we could call them... TLB:Last year, you got rid of those who controlled your mind, and you became champion. And soon, you could break all the records of this federation. TLB:I can already imagine it you know. Wrestlution 15, B17 vs Nate Ortiz. Or Paul Pugh, or a returning Drago Cesar. Something that will celebrate your record, and get you right into the HOF on what will be the night of your consecration. TLB:You CAN'T fail... Blacksmith turns to some posters that depict some of the superstars just mentioned. TLB:But you know Bingo, not all men are normal and cautious. Not all men passively accept to surrend to the established order TLB:And although the punishment can be terrible, although their fate seems already sealed, all this does not make them retreat from defying the gods, on the contrary, they find more courage and ambition to do so Blacksmith decides to step out of the ring, and reaches for a punching bag TLB:Because instead of accepting fate, instead of bowing their heads, even if they are inferior, even if with the odds against them, they are driven and obsessed with just one fucking question TLB:WHAT IF? TLB: And you know what, I'm in that category Blacksmith begins punching the punching bag... TLB:What happens if I decide to challenge fate... The force of the fists intensifies... TLB:WHAT IF I decide that I can change destiny, because it is nothing more than an excuse for failures?" TLB:WHAT IF? a simple "Anarchist" can demolish what seems already written, and drop all your castle of cards" TLB:WHAT IF THE LAST FUCKING BLACKSMITH, THE FORGOTTEN SON, THE REJECTED, THE OUTCAST, THE SON OF A LESSER GOD, CAN ACTUALLY KICK YOUR ASS AND HUMBLE YOURSELF IN FRONT OF YOUR SHIT CITY AT THE CLASH! Blacksmith demolishes the punching bag with a final kick TLB:WHAT...IF... TLB:That's what everything revolve around... TLB:Oh do you want to know what happened to Hercules? He died, poisoned by an ointment. Because you know, cunning goes where strength can't. TLB:See you soon, Boring17. The scene ends with Blacksmith staring menacingly straight at the camera...

Is everytime a nice moment when you read such good news

Do you like flaming tables?

The scene opens inside The Last Blacksmith's dressing room. The Italian sits in pain after the devastating battle he has just faced against H2O, while his gaze is fixed down, towards his joined hands. TLB: I should be satisfied ... Blacksmith says as he speaks to himself... TLB: I should be proud... TLB: I just beat the longest-lived champion ever, throwing him on a fucking table on fire. At the end of one of the toughest battles of my life. TLB: Yet what I feel is not realization. It is not peace. It is always anger. Blacksmith jumps up, and angrily throws a table that was standing there in front of him. TLB: It's hard, not being able to enjoy anything. It's hard to always have to look for an opponent, to fix him in the head and not think about anything else. Blacksmith looks at himself in the mirror TLB: But this happens when you are too used to fighting. It is not winning or losing, but the fight itself that allows me to survive. TLB:I need another opponent. TLB:But who?

Yea Harvey, this is how she call me. Daddy..

I'm not usually particularly emotional, but I wanted to write this message to make people understand what some people's work is capable of, and in this case I'm talking about Jay and Jake and everyone who works to keep this machine standing. Over the past few weeks, on discord especially, I've seen several discussions about how OCW should be, how it was, and alright I'm not going to get into it having not been there at the time. In recent months, due to some events in real life (which then basically happen to everyone) accompanied by the moment we are living, I have experienced perhaps the worst moments of my life, where my energy in doing things was practically equal to 0 . There was only one thing that, in times of a pandemic, gave me a chance to vent all this and also to keep my mind busy, and that was this community. In the storyline with Harvey (where I openly thank all those who have been part of it and who have given us a hand in making it happen), most of the things I put into it are things that I have really tried, and to see that in the end, at least to my opinion, everything went as we had organized somehow made me get back a bit of happiness. I conclude the sermon, sorry, saying that surely a community can always improve (the rules, the roster level, etc.), but the level reached by the OCW right now should be a source of pride (also demonstrated by the commitment and will that everyone is putting) for those who administer it and for those who have had the balls to carry it out. Congratulations to all. P.S Harvey, see you at Chill Faktor.

The scene opens in a remote place. It would be impossible to say where we are. It is night, and the only thing you can see is a pile of objects piled up like garbage, and a man in front of them hooded, looking down at a photo he is holding in his hand. Blacksmith:I know how do you feel about me Harvey. I know what you think of me. Blacksmith: and I understand you know... trust me. I really do. Blacksmith: I know that feeling. The feeling of when another person makes you feel more. Blacksmith looks at the photo and gives a half smile Blacksmith: I know that illusion Harvey... Blacksmith:and I also know the pain that one feels when this is gone. Blacksmith:I'm aware to be an opportunistic bastard for using this thing to take you to the ring with me ... like I've done before. Blacksmith:But you have to understand one thing .I'm just trying to do you a favor. Blacksmith: I'm giving you a great chance. Designate a culprit for what happened, and stop blaming yourself. Blacksmith raises his head at the pile of objects.A horse mask can also be seen in the pile. Blacksmith: If there is one thing I understand, it is that the past is past. The Italian wrestler takes a petrol can and begins to wet the pile of objects. Blacksmith: Let me be the embodiment of your guilt Harvey... Blacksmith takes a lighter, and ignites the pile of objects. A huge fire grows before his eyes, devoid of emotion. Blacksmith: Destroy me. To destroy the part of yourself that feels guilty. Blacksmith: If you don't, you will feel guilty until the end of your days. Blacksmith takes one last look at the photo he held in his right hand. And after throws it into the fire. The light of the fire illuminates the carnivore's face, making visible what is probably a tear falling from his left eye. Blacksmith:I am the past. Delete me, and you will be free again. Blacksmith's now angry gaze rests on the burning pile of objects for the last time. The scene ends in darkness..

The scene opens in a dark house. Slowly, a small light advances. A figure, holding a candle in his hand, presents himself in front of the camera. This is The Last Blacksmith. Blacksmith: Yes, I know. A little gloomy atmosphere .. But what can you do about it. Not everyone likes the "light". Blacksmith signals the cameraman to follow him. Blacksmith: Come on my man. Don't be afraid... Blacksmith he heads for the stairs leading to an underground room, with the cameraman following him from behind. Blacksmith:You should be honored Harvey. I'm introducing you to my "trophy room". Blacksmith opens the door of the underground room Blacksmith: Oh, let's start with a bang... Candle light illuminates a kendo stick... Blacksmith:With this my friend, I won my first PPV match at Devils Night 2018. Blacksmith smiles recalling his battle with Mistico. Blacksmith:Let's move on... Two masks are now illuminated ... one orange and white and another one that is black. Blacksmith: Anime Prince and Solomon Caine. Two tough opponents. Who put me through the pains of hell... Blacksmith:I still remember the pain I felt in those matches. The scars I have on my body do not allow me to forget it. Blacksmith: And if this happens to me, imagine what happens to my opponents ... Blacksmith: Some of them, once they entered my world, collapsed permanently. Blacksmith looks at the Anime Prince mask Blacksmith:Others, on the other hand, faced the test with courage, and got up stronger... He now looks to the mask used by Caine at Summercide... Blacksmith:But now. There's only one thing I'm interested in hearing from you Harvey. Blacksmith:Would you be able to walk into my world, and get out on your feet? Blacksmith:Or would you finally collapse? Blacksmith signals the cameraman to follow him Blacksmith: You know harvey, I have a lot of souvenirs here. But let me show you one of the centerpices of the collection. The camera focuses on a boot, which has blood on the toe. Blacksmith: Yes harvey. That's what you think ... Blacksmith: You know, sometimes a man, in order to achieve something, is forced to do what he does not want, but which is necessary. Blacksmith: Valk was alone that day. An easy target, an easy way to send a message ... Blacksmith:Was it honorable? Was it right? No, it wasn't. But one of the things I've learned is that life isn't fair. Life has no mercy. So why should I have had any? An expression of disgust appears on the cameraman's face. Blacksmith lashes out at him Blacksmith: DO YOU THINK YOU ARE BETTER THAN ME EH? You believe that having some kind of morality leads you to feel better. Blacksmith:Bullshit. It only makes you weaker! Blacksmith:And what about you Harvey?? What did you do? You could have avoided everything, you could have protected her, and yet you too were opportunistic. You did what you found most convenient, and not what was right. Blacksmith: The same blood that's on this boot is also on your hands. Blacksmith:I know for sure you haven't forgotten. I know for a fact that you still don't forgive yourself for what happened. But now I give you the chance for redemption Blacksmith: Will the light be able to illuminate the darkness? Blacksmith: Or will the darkness be such that it will swallow the light? Blacksmith blows out the dim candle light. The scene ends with the screams of the cameraman in the background and the camera falling to the ground.

???: World is the same for everyone. ???: its lights, its shapes. everything is objectively the same for everyone. the scene opens onto a street within the city. It is flooded, because it is tormented by incessant rain. ???: Yet many people see the world with different eyes. With different sensations... A man in a sweatshirt, with his hood up, wanders around the city with his hands in his pockets, hardly caring about the water falling on him. As he wanders, he listens to some music through some bad quality headphones ???: There are times when the sun lights up our face, we get annoyed, longing for darkness. Sadness. Loneliness. Music: "TU FORSE NON MI SENTI PERCHE' DEVO ALZARE UN PO' LA VOCE" ???: How many times have you already found yourself in this situation. ???: There is no serenity in you, there never was. ???: An illness that starts from the stomach. The total lack of will to get out of bed and see the light. ???: Coming out at night, voluntarily avoiding the mass of people who enjoy the hours of the day. ???: And this is because, feeling defeated, you feel ashamed to be seen. The man continues to walk until he arrives in front of a shop window. The environment is illuminated by the light coming from the images of the televisions. Colin: "....it’s fun as hell. Absolutely kills the arms when you’ve gotta do it five times, but yeah, in the end, it doesn’t matter if the other guy goes down after one Big Throw, doesn’t matter if you’re gonna be like Blacksmith and take fifty of the bloody things, I’m down for it as long as I can get up to give them out..." ???: Look at you now. You ponder revenge. Blame the rookie for the fact that your soul is now gray, darker than the sky you're walking under. ???: Don't you understand? Sure. You never will. The man turns to a puddle, staring at his reflection... ???: Why do you want to hide the truth... ???: It's nobody's fault. ???: It's nobody's fault if you don't sleep at night, and go around the city alone, together with the other weirdos. ???: It is no one's fault that you are eternally dissatisfied. If you can't see the colors in the world. ???: You're the one who put in the alarm clock, a time bomb. The reflection of the puddle reveals Blacksmith's face. ???: You are your worst enemy... ???: and for this reason, you are always looking for someone to unload your anger on. Because you don't have the courage to face yourself. Music: "La notte nel letto dormo sempre sul bordo. Così metto sotto al letto tutti i mostri che porto..." ???: You claim to be brave. Ready for any challenge. But you lie. ???: You are avoiding your biggest challenge. ???: Only when you will have succeeded in defeating yourself will you be invincible. ???: only then you will be able to see the world in color again. Music: "E se non mi addormento è colpa mia" ???:Wake up!

first of all thank you for the feed, edo. Second, I explain it better because my explanation on discord was actually very quick and inaccurate. The idea was to come back as a "demon", as far as Cide's match was concerned, after what happened to consequence. Not that it helps much, because objectively I could get more as a final result, but the skin color wanted to be "painted", and not really black. I don't know if I've made the concept clear, but I'll definitely try to make it more realistic next time.

Blacksmith interviewed after Summercide match Interviewer: Blacksmith, in addition to having finally managed to defeat your nemesis in the hell in a cell, you have also won the opportunity to challenge the international champion to S2R. Do you feel ready for the commitment? Blacksmith's face darkens Blacksmith: Do you really think my thoughts can go to a shitty belt, right now? Anger grows in Blacksmith The interviewer starts shaking... Interviewer: Pr..Probably you are refering to what happened at the end of the match. Kassidy Hayes intervened in your defense against Caine and Tucker. What do you think is the reason? Blacksmith: I don't know. But you can bet on something. I will find out really soon... Blacksmith quits the interview and heads for the locker room...

I was confined to bed. Who the fuck did you get off that chair?

TLB: Darkness. Only darkness. That's all I see right now. Blacksmith walks within the, well, practically the absolute void. TLB: Many times I have been asked, how can you not fear the darkness? You know, it's all about perspective. Silence, peace, is something that has never troubled me, indeed, have often recharged me. How can't you fear what you don't see, they use to ask? Why fear it, Is my answer. It is when the light comes on that you are faced with your concrete fears. Blacksmith snaps his fingers one by one, various images begin to fill that empty space until recently. A house on fire, a severed horse's head, followed by several images of Blacksmith's life begin to sprout like mushrooms, one after the other. TLB: But I understand ... nobody knows what I went through, what I saw. The reason why darkness has no effect on me, and so other many things... a multiplicity of voices begins to break the silence ???: Please, DON'T! DON'T! NOOOOOO ???: You are a disgrace" ???: This is a warning, the next head will be yours TLB: But I would be a liar ... I would be a liar to say that I am not afraid of anything. Many times I have encountered fear, and I have defeated it. I made her my ally. TLB: I grew up and became what I am thanks to my fears. TLB: I spent a lifetime fighting, getting involved. I never surrended. I have overcome all the difficulties... The images now depict blacksmith's career. Rumblegrounds, the match with Bray in Certified Greatness, the defeat with Drago in the Clash, up to last year's Summercide. blacksmith folds by placing his hands on his head -SOLOMON CAINE IS OUR NEW INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION!- Says the voice that accompanies the images. At that point a set of voices begins to merge into one. Stupid Fucking Caine: DO YOU KNOW SOMETHING. YOU REMEMBER ME AN OLD OPPONENT THAT WASTED ALL HIS OPPORTUNITIES. YEA, THAT STUPID BLACKSMITH.HEY BLACKSMITH, I WON'T BE ABLE TO COMPETE. BUT HERE, I HAVE AN OPPONENT FOR YOU AT CONSEQUENCE. LETS GOOOOO. BURN INTO THE HELL HORSE. DO YOU WANT TO BE A OCW CHAMPION? YOU COULDN'T BEAT ME. KASSIDY DIDN'T SHOW CAUSE YOU ARE NOT RELEVANT. THIS WILL BE YOUR LAST RIDE HORSEMAN. YOU ARE OVER. YOUR CAREER IS OVER! A scream comes out of Blacksmith's mouth. A scream capable of shattering the various images that appeared in the dark. Blacksmith remains on his knees, with his fists on the ground. With labored breathing. At some point, in the most absolute silence, the sound of a few steps can be heard. A light lights up in the dark, while a figure, with short dreadlocks, a bad white facepaint and black pants, proceeds towards the carnivore. ???: Yes, let's say you didn't have a great taste. TLB: Nurses are giving it in with drugs I see.. ???: Listen... in 2018, I entered Rumbleground as 14, and was eliminated after a few seconds by KD. Did I surrend? Another figure approaches, very similar to the previous one, with the difference of having trousers depicting the American flag. ???: At Road to Glory, i lost a Championship cause a rope break, wearing this totally garbage attire... Did I surrend? And here comes another one, this is very similar to the current Blacksmith, only with a punk crest ???: I kicked a girl in the head, provoked an opponent who never showed up, and gave the international title to his worst opponent. Yes, exactly, i'm you. ???: We all are you... So now the question is, are you going to surrend, frustrating our, or better your, efforts? After a brief glance, Blacksmith appears to remain on the ground, resigned. ???: Is that a yes? suddenly, the carnivore stands up, albeit with difficulty, and staggering, showing off a defiant smile. TLB: Never. ???: WAKE UP!