Maniac© 2016 Tony Vicory.

All the World’s a Stage

Shakespeare the Pro Wrestler

Act V, Scene V. An arena.

     Enter Face, a professional wrestler. His opponent, Heel, waits within the ring.

Villain, thou wears the gold of champions,
Which once did rest upon my worthy waist!
I name thee thief, for valor won it not,
But base deceit this hallowed ring disgraced!

A thief, am I? Then bitter is thy name,
Or fool, to think thy acrid tongue can wound!
This victor’s belt is mine, with glory earned;
Thy claim and challenge both are rightly doomed!

The doom is thine, our contest shall agree,
And hardest lesson thou will shortly learn:
By tricks, thou wrested my beloved prize,
But skill will guarantee its fair return!

Have at me then with all thy vaunted strength
And break thyself upon the gates of hell!
This devil aches to make his powers known!
Official, come and ring the starting bell!

     Enter the Official, a referee. He signals for the match to begin.
     Face and Heel do battle.

I gift thee now a short-arm elbow smash!

And I repay a chest marked red with chops!

Reversed, have I; take this, a spinning knee!

‘Tis countered quick by three atomic drops!

Submit then, knave, to crossface chicken wing!

Fie! Break it! Stand! Feel powerbombs of pain!

Into the ropes, I swing thee; meet my boot!

A chair of steel, I grasp, to rock thy brain!

     Enter the Chorus, ringside commentators.

And so they rage, opponents evermore,
To entertain the host of watchers wide;
Though some may dub their war a mummer’s farce,
Bard Shakespeare staged more fictious fare beside.

In other words, professional wrestling is legit, y’all.

© 2014 Tony Vicory.