Post by Blake Worship on May 3, 2009 7:49:57 GMT -5
It was all still so fresh in his mind...
Earlier That Week...
REW World Heavyweight Title Match
Blake Worship and Jonny Corrigan both stand in the ring, the distance of a full-grown man between them. Their shoulders heave, their breathing is shallow, and their faces like masks of crimson paint...
For over an hour the two have fought now. Blake looks unsteady on his feet, favoring his left ankle. Jonny appears somewhat stooped over, as if his back has not the capability to support him...
They have struggled, crying like newborns just to get on their feet the way they are now. With that achieved, all that was left was to lock on to their prey. In an instant, their eyes meet...
Greater hate was likely never felt between two men in this fed.
More than Demented had hated Jayson Ray, for being the man Tahti wanted and not him...
More than Cloud had hated DreamKiller, for kidnapping his and Angel's first-born child...
More than Blake had hated the rebirth of DHS, for the darkness it brought to the fed and the evil it brought out from him...
All these things, shaken together, stirred and served cold over cubes of ice could not possibly match the number of servings of pure hate Worship and Corrigan produced, just by existing in each other's known world....
It would end, and it would end now.
Because it had to... because they needed it to... because neither side would rest until they reached the end...
One of them had to go...
Both men summoned up the energy for one final attack--
--and charged.
Allyson: Blake and Jonny are rushing each other for what seems like the dozenth time, and--Corrigan is airborne! He's on Blake's shoulders, his legs around his neck, he's looking for the RaisingVoice!
Simon: No! Blake pushes him up into the air and over his back! Jonny lands on his feet and turns to Blake, who connects with a toe kick to the gut--The Rapture! Worship just caved Jonny's head into his neck with that snap inverted DDT! Jonny is face-down on the mat and he's not moving, and what's Blake doing now?
Allyson: He's climbing the nearby turnbuckle, and now he's on the top. He's folding his hands in prayer, he's signaling for the Flying Stigmata!
Simon: Good God, he wants to kill Jonny in that ring! Someone stop him, that move should not be sanctioned!
Allyson: It's too late, he's in the air!
With a huge vertical leap up into the atmosphere, Worship is immortalized in mid-air by over a thousand camera flashes before he descends down upon Corrigan. And for the first time ever, Blake brings both feet up and holds them back, crashing down on the back of Jonny's head and neck with a double-knee suicide dive attack.
Simon: OH MY FUCKING GOD!!!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT!!!
Allyson: WORSHIP JUST USED BOTH KNEES IN THAT FLYING STIGMATA ATTACK! I don't think I've ever seen him do that before, or even tape of such an attack by Blake! There's no doubt in my mind, this match is over!
Jonny spews an unseemly amount of blood up onto the mat, his body twitching and convulsing uncontrollably for a few moments before going perfectly still. Blake rolls around in pain grabbing at both of his knees, eventually crawling over to Jonny and pushing him onto his back for the pin. Chase Evans makes the count...
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
...and then signals for the bell to end the match, then turning towards the ramp and waving for emergency personnel to come out immediately. Katie Rain announces, "Your winner, and STILL REW World Heavyweight Champion, The Better Pick, BLAAAAAKE WOR-SHIP!" but Blake doesn't even hear it. He is too busy staring down at the limp carcass that is Jonny Corrigan. He continues to stare down at it, even as EMTs rush to ringside and slide into the ring with a stretcher.
EMT #1: How bad?
EMT #2: Extreme neck trauma, looks like a spine fracture.
EMT #1: Not as bad as it looked on the screen, then.
EMT #2: No, thank God. If we hurry we can prevent any long term damage, maybe a week or two of temporary full-body paralysis...
EMT #1: Damn... this is sure to be a night this guy won't soon forget...
EMT #2: I'll be impressed if he even remembers this night...
All Blake can think to do is just keep staring at Corrigan's broken form as EMTs slide the stretcher out of the ring from the ring apron and on to a waiting wheeled stretcher. Worship follows them with his eyes as they move as quickly as possible back up the ramp and behind the curtains, Blake not even noticing Chase Evans putting his hand up in victory and draping his shoulder with his REW World Title...
Blake just stares at the entrance curtains until long after they are gone...
Until his face cracks into a contented smile...
Present Time...
Worship cannot help but relive that night over and over in his head, not only because it felt so good to do it, but because he couldn't help but assume it was why Scotty had ordered him to report to the commissioner's office. Blake stops in front of the door to the office, gazing at the words "REW Commissioner" printed in bold gold print on the maplewood door. Worship smirks at the decent-sized golden nameplate with the name "Cloud Strife" placed under the gold print before opening the door and walking in.
Scotty Raven sits in at the commissioner's desk, thumbing through paperwork and checking messages on the computer simultaneously, looking alot like a man much out of practice with handling work he paid other people to do nowadays. Upon spotting Blake, Scotty sets the stack of papers down and turns his chair to face Worship, who takes the seat in front of the desk and returns The Boss' gaze.
Worship: You wanted to see me, Mr. Raven?
Scotty: I'm Scotty to you, Blake. Relax... Indeed, I did want to see you about something.
Scotty glances at Blake's REW World Title draped comfortably over Worship's right shoulder.
Scotty: Congratulations...
Worship: Thanks, Scotty. Um, is that all?
Scotty gazes at Blake over pointed fingers for a few moments before reaching into the top desk drawer and pulling out a black rectangular box.
Scotty: Due to personal issues, Cloud Strife is no longer able to serve as REW's Commissioner. Upon his departure, I found this black box left by him on his desk. Apparently, it's for you. Any idea why...?
Scotty slides the box across the large mahogany desk in front of Worship. Blake picks up the box, taking its top off and putting it down on the desk. Inside he finds a note with Cloud's handwriting...
"Give this to Blake. He'll know what to do..."
-Cloud
-Cloud
Worship sets the note aside and pulls out from the box a long gold-plated screwdriver. He stares at it for a moment looking utterly confused, and then slowly a smirk etches across his handsome face.
Taking his REW World Title from his shoulder and laying it across his lap, Worship looks at the golden screwdriver in his hand and down at the golden nameplate on the belt...
Slowly... deliberately... methodically...
Blake unscrews the golden bolts securing the nameplate and removes it from the belt. With a smile he rises from his chair and moves to the office door, opening it wide and also removing the nameplate on the door, replacing it with the identical-sized nameplate he just took off the REW World Title belt with the name "Blake Worship" on it.
Worship then turns back to Scotty sitting at the desk, his patented thuggish grin adorning his face.
Worship: With all due respect Scotty, but I think you're in my chair...
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