Post by Blake Worship on Nov 3, 2008 17:50:04 GMT -5
The scene opens in the locker room suite designated for the Regulators. Blake Worship can be seen sitting on a couch in front of the TV, watching a tape of Asylum's Main Event match. As he watches, T Money walks in, pausing to assess the situation before speaking.
T Money: Still sour, huh?
Worship turns from the TV, a small smirk on his face.
Worship: And what makes you think I'm sour?
T Money: C'mon Blake, you don't have to put on a front for me, I know you. You're too much of a competitor to take not being able to gain a win over Cloudstrife two months in a row without any complaints.
Worship only smiles at T and then turns back to the TV.
Worship: You might be right. But you, much like Cloud thought when I first came back, seem to think my ultimate goal is just win World Title gold...
T Money: You wanna try and tell me it's not?
Worship: How about you tell me why it should be? I've been there, and I've done that. Why would all I want to do be to just to get there again? What would I be proving?
T Money: Oh I don't know, that DHS isn't the controlling force in REW, that we need not fear of their self-imposed new world order on this fed, that people like Cloud and Jay Ray don't hold our futures in their demonic hands...
Worship: [smiles] But you see, that's just it. If Cloud were not some hybrid demon part of some dark faction, you probably wouldn't care half as much that he holds that title, would you?
T Money: [stumped] Well, I don't know, I never thought about it that way.
Worship: I'm sure you haven't, and that's okay. But I have, and I understand something. If I never touch REW World Title gold again, I can still be happy and fulfilled. I mean, I've done more than most geizers in my lifetime, and I haven't even been alive three decades. No, my goal is to simply break down the source of evil tyranny that threatens REW. It was the same when I came back in July, and it's the same now. If I won a World Title in the process, it would just be a nice little bonus, but I could care less about that.
T Money: Okay, so I misjudged your intentions going into the match. That still doesn't quite explain how you can be happy with the outcome. I mean, you lost. How can losing against DHS help you take them down?
Worship: [glances at T] Oh, did I lose? [smirks, looking back at the TV] Why, I wasn't aware of that...
T Money: Okay Blake, what the hell are you talking about now. We both know you lost the match!
Worship: [sighs] So much you still don't understand. Once again you assume too much, to think that I care about winning or losing a wrestling match...
T Money opens his mouth to respond but is halted by Worship's finger as it raises from the back of the couch and points at the TV. T looks to the screen and watches the final moments of Blake's match as he is under Cloud's Dragon Sleeper. He watches as Chase Evans lifts Blake's hand two times, then lifts it a third time and lets it go, as Blake's hand hovers in the air for just a half second before dropping to the torn-up grass.
T Money: No... I don't believe it...
Worship: [laughs] Why is it so hard to believe?
T Money: [confused] But why? Why would you throw a match as important as this one?
Worship: T, it's time you saw the bigger picture. One, my goal is not gold, it's salvation. Two, this match was advertised as the TRUE battle between myself and Cloudstrife. Now, during the course of this match I realized two very important things. One of which is that Cloud possesses skills I was not aware of. I can hardly be expected to be fully prepared for a match against someone of that caliber when I am lacking such critical information. That's just not my style.
T Money: I guess you're talking about those mixed martial arts skills Cloud picked up on his own time. And that's true, I've never known you to go into a match uninformed or unprepared. But c'mon Blake, you're probably the only guy here with any sound technical wrestling ability, besides myself and Cloud because you taught us. Not to mention [looks up, counting off on his fingers] you know boxing, karate, tae-kwon-do, and judo. That's some hardcore stuff, bro.
Worship: It's also all very irrelevant. I taught you both some basics in each of those fields, though not some of the more advanced techniques. Still, knowing multiple fighting styles doesn't make you a mixed martial arts expert. The fact is just like Cloud doesn't know everything I know, which is what I am accustomed to, I don't know everything he knows, which is something I am not accustomed to.
T Money: So, rather than get an unpleasant surprise later, you backed out quietly...?
Worship: More or less.
T Money: Pardon my saying so, but that's awfully bitch-worthy, Blake.
Worship: [chuckles] That's quite alright, T. Normally I'd agree with you. But I haven't mentioned the other even more important thing I realized that night. Something that went far underestimated by all, including you. That being, we fought as men, not as demons.
T Money: I noticed, but what's your point?
Worship: You tell me. Why would a man who has become particularly enamored with the otherworldly abilities he possesses suddenly want to leave them aside and not use them?
T Money: Maybe because he doesn't want to be associated with winning just because he's demonic, and because he wants it to be a test of skill rather than of raw power, especially because he learned the former from you and the latter he would probably lose to the power you have...
Worship: All very valid reasons. But there is one you're forgetting. Maybe it's because he's starting to fight that demon...
T Money: Wishful thinking, man.
Worship: Perhaps. But I used to make a living off my attention to detail, and I happened to notice a certain gingerness in the hands that I'm sure Cloud would have rather I didn't pick up on. The same hands he broke multiple bones in thanks to Demented two weeks ago. His demon would have healed those things no problem, but they still bothered him. Why might that be so?
T Money: [nonplussed] No idea. Maybe his demon is losing power.
Worship: [grins] Or maybe he's MAKING it lose its power. Subconsciously... somewhere deep down, the good in Cloud is still fighting, and it's starting to show. Either way, a less powerful demon bodes well for me, the good Lord has shown me the sign I needed, and I'm going to run with it. Plus, I couldn't have the match that supposedly decided the better of the two of us happen while he was under a handicap. I'd never accept it. No, Cloud and I will dance this dance again...
T Money: [laughs] How many times are you prepared to lose to him just to kill that demon...?
Worship grins, replaying the match over from the beginning.
Worship: As many times as it takes. And I won't stop until the time comes I beat it, and Cloud is back on the good side again...
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