Post by Blake Worship on Jan 19, 2009 20:34:52 GMT -5
He is watching him...
With animal like patience and FBI skill, he watches him...
He stalks his target throughout his day, waiting for the moment... the perfect opportunity... to present itself...
Until suddenly, it happens...
REW Co-Tag Team Champion Jonny Corrigan walks backstage through the REW Arena, coming from some random solitary hangout and headed towards the DHS locker room suite, when he decides to stop into a nearby restroom.
Corrigan: I knew that last Monster was pushing it...
Stepping through the door, Jonny decides to kill two birds with one stone and enters the last stall, lowering his skinny jeans and seating himself on the stall, though not before meticulously wiping the seat down with soapy paper towel from the sink. Even more than his hatred of people was his loathing for their various waste products, but the life of a ringer was slowly forcing him to accomodate, though some things still remained unacceptable. A public toilet not thoroughly wiped down was one of them...
After a while, he is finally comfortable with resting his somewhat pale lower half onto the seat. Before he can make even the slightest grunt to start the process off, a deafening crash is heard against his stall door as it is blasted in off its hinges. Jonny is slammed against the tank and the wall behind him by the now crumpled door. Blood begins to trickle from the corner of his right eyebrow as the metal door is suddenly ripped out from the stall, revealing none other than Blake Worship standing in front of the stall, his massive titanium CrossBat held deftly in his right hand.
Worship: [solemn] Get up. Now.
Corrigan glares defiantly back at Blake, sliding his jeans back up from his knees and fastening them once again, but making no motion to follow Blake's direct order. Worship merely sniffs and moves around the stall, swinging his bat into one metal side, crushing it inward against Jonny's body. Corrigan cries out in pain, his shoulder feeling as though it may have been dislocated. Worship moves in front of the stall once again, his face unchanging.
Worship: Get up.
Corrigan looks Blake up and down, unwilling to cooperate but not wanting to be found dead in a bathroom stall. Just as Worship moves to knock in the other metal wall, Jonny reasons with himself and gets to his feet, sliding in between the jagged metal from the destroyed wall and out of the stall. Jonny stands face-to-chest with Blake, who looks down at the young ringer with menacing eyes.
Worship: You and I need to talk, Jonny.
Corrigan: I'm guessing you got my poem--
In a blink of an eye, Worship seizes Jonny by the throat, lifting him straight into the air before chokeslamming him into the nearest sink mirror, shattering it over the rising star's neck and body.
Worship: You would be correct, punk. I see now that I've been FAR too lenient with you... I've tried to be nice, and I've tried to be cordial, but it appears that you don't know when to quit, so it's time we have a little heart-to-heart about your behavior...
Blake notices Corrigan beginning to fade under Worship's intense choke hold under his bear-sized hand, and he releases the hold, bitch-slapping the shit out of Jonny's face to keep him awake.
Worship: I know it hurts, but it's time you paid attention. Now, I'm gonna ask you a few questions, and I want some real good and honest answers from you, and maybe you'll get out of here in one piece, get it? Now, I understand that words alone are not enough for you, so perhaps a little tough love is what you need, hmmm? [slaps Jonny again] So tell me Jonny, what is it about me that is so... "fake"...? Huh?
Jonny looks up at Blake, blood now trickling from his eyebrow and from the back of his head where mirror shards have lodged into his skull. His face is red and slowly bruising where Blake has viciously bashed him, but still he doesn't speak.
Worship: No answer, huh? [another vicious slap] I wonder as to why, Jonny. Why is it that someone who supposedly has all the answers wouldn't attempt to hand them over in exchange for his safety? Hmmm? So explain to me, Jonny, since you can "see right through" me... who am I, really? What am I hiding to the world? C'mon, you know this, right? 'Fess up and I'll give you some candy, c'mon...
Corrigan glares into the deep amber eyes of Worship, refusing to respond. Worship heaves a small sigh, then taking a firm choke hold of Jonny's neck and launching him into the restroom's tile ceiling. Corrigan's head bounces off the ceramic, cracking tiles and cascading grout dust onto his shoulders, another bloody trickle now accompanying the two others.
Worship: Why are you so QUIET, Jonny?! Tell me all about my secret hatred, my despicable deceitful ways, my gluttonous greed! Show me the lies I've been spreading across the land for so long, Jonny! Where are they...?!?
Jonny eyes are glazed over now, but even in his half-conscious state he remains rebellious. Worship chuckles to himself, resting a heavy hand on Corrigan's shoulder.
Worship: You know... I'm starting to think you don't know shit about me... but that's okay, Jonny. 'Cause I'm here to teach you. You wanna know about my hatred, Jonny? Okay... you hate your pops, because he beat you like a drum everyday... how sad. I once hated this white guy and this black guy... why? Because they screwed me... they screwed my dad. They were traitors, and he died for it! And NOW! Well... they're dead, Jonny. I did that... I had help, but essentially I did that. You wanna know about my deceit, Jonny?! Okay... you basically hate all people, because they're all "full o' shit", deadbeat liars, right? I could fucking care less about the world, I'm too fucking busy hating myself... I am a liar, Jonny! I deceived MYSELF, Jonny! I tried to make myself believe that I'm not destined to be a cold-blooded killer by going into wrestling. Well... tell that to Diablo, huh? Evil he may have been, but I killed him nonetheless, on broadcast television, and instead of being sentenced to life I went home a fucking legend, Jonny! And for WHAT?!?
Corrigan's glare has shifted now to an intense gaze, entranced by the uncharacteristic outpouring of emotion from Worship. Blake appears choked up, not able to say much for a while before continuing.
Worship: You wanna... you wanna know about greed, Jonny? Okay... You hate ME... for all the "lies", for the supposed fear I try to instill in you. Bullshit... I HATE ME, Jonny. I hate me, for every life I've ever taken, and for the ones I know I still have yet to take, "in the name of God"... fucking ridiculous, isn't it? You'd be greedy, too. I'm damn greedy, Jonny. Greedy for the happiness... the safety... the well-being of anyone I've ever called family, anyone I've ever called my brother. And that is why I fight, Jonny! I'm doing this for T Money, my brother, because he can't do it alone, and now I don't think I could have ever done it alone myself. I did it for Cloud, and I know that he is grateful for it. I'm doing this for Dark Angel, little Nate Strife, Jayson Ray, Dyce, and all else that have become my FAMILY over these years. These people that you've known mere months, and now you think you have the right to speak for...
Worship lifts his head from staring at the tile and now returns Jonny's firm gaze, eyes darker from obvious tears.
Worship: Even now, I can't say for sure that you get me. Maybe you never will, who knows. Keep fucking hating me, I don't really care. You're not the first, you won't be the last. Just realize that amidst your personal feelings, something much bigger than you, much bigger than me, is going down. Keep being unafraid of me, too. I've never asked anyone to fear me, that usually comes later. But if you're gonna fucking hate me, then do it right. Don't condemn the world and it's dynamic figures just because of your fucked up past, not everybody is like the inhabitants of Granite Falls, Jonny. One day you're gonna have to learn to trust, to believe, to imagine a greater class of human being beyond just what you know. It's not with DHS, Jonny. No matter who wins this war, you need to know that when it's all said and done.
Jonny looks down at the faucet and sink under him, not seeing them, his mind lost in thought. Worship heaves his shoulders, his raw emotion having taken over his judgment now.
Worship: So if you're gonna hate me, then fine, hate me. Just don't hate me for that made-up bullshit. Hate my REAL hateful, deceitful, greedy nature... Hate me because I use to wave that blue Crip flag bangin' on L.A. streets, killing my own race and every other race imaginable for no conceivable reason besides that it made me famous... hate me for not pursuing my dreams, the way my father probably wanted... hate me for my savior-complex, 'cause that's never going away... hate me for loving and caring a little too damn much, for putting my life in danger to save the loved ones of people I've sworn to put and end to, Nate Strife, Cierra Ray, hate me for loving them because of who they come from... hate me for loving my enemies... hate me for EVERYTHING... for everything I've ever done, and for all the things I've ever failed to do... just... make sure you're hating me for the right reasons, Jonny... and, one more thing...
Worship gazes right into Jonny's eyes as he backs away from the sink counter, his eyes flashing for just a split second with an electric blue spark...
Worship: These ain't no fucking contacts, homie...
In a dizzying blur Worship swings his Crossbat overhead, bringing it down a mere inch in front of Jonny, decimating the sink right from under Corrigan. The mass of pipes and ceramics and thick porcelain and cement crumbles in a heap under the Herculean blow, Corrigan laying amongst it all like a bed of wild flowers. Jonny looks up, barely holding on to consciousness as he looks up through the spraying water at the tall muscular figure walking out of the restroom, his form blurry through the geyser spewing from the wall. Next moment, the figure is gone, as well as Jonny's vision as he blacks out, his world entering momentary darkness...
Hate Me Or Love Me...
But Give Me My Respect...
[shadow=gray,left,300]Fade to black...
TBC...?[/shadow]