Post by Blake Worship on Jun 26, 2008 20:07:47 GMT -5
The scene opens in the parking lot outside the REW Arena. It is a typical arena evening after a major card, the level of hustle and bustle decreased to a minimum.
A light fog has descended through the immense parking lot. Coupled with the darkness of the evening, it has caused a shrouding of vision past twenty feet in any direction.
After a moment a large hooded figure is seen escaping the wet smoke, walking slow but purposefully towards the arena building, carrying a large duffel bag. The height and massive frame insinuate it is a man, but his face is still shadowed by the oversized baggy hood of his large white hoodie. He wears a sleek black leather jacket over the hoodie, as well as black jeans and black Tims.
As he gets to about twenty feet away from the arena, he stops. He stands there, just out of clear sight of any possible onlookers.
Or enemies...
He raises his hooded ever so slightly to look upon the building, memories flooding back to him from a much happier time of his life. It was a short period in comparison to the span of his lifetime, but they were some his most joyful days...
He drops his gaze, pushing the nostalgia from mind, cutting his reminiscing short. He knows this time around will be much more business-oriented. He was on a clear-cut mission...
No time for happy memories...
This time around, there would BE no happy memories...
He digs into his jacket pocket and pulls out a ticket stub he found in the grass by the parking lot sidewalk. It advertised a recent PPV, "Phantomz", which showed a World Title Main Event headlined by two old friends: T Money...
And Jayson Ray...
His mind flashes back to the last time they met, the last thing he remembered being those demonic lialic eyes glaring down at him as he fell into the ocean...
He takes another item from his pocket. A picture taken off the internet of none other than Jayson Ray, standing in that patented six-sided REW ring, his demonic grin plastered about his face...
The man deposits his items back into his pocket. He shifts the immense weight of his huge bag with relative ease and resumes his stride towards the building. As he approaches the ringer's entrance into the arena, he is stopped by a security guard.
Security: Sorry sir, but I'm gonna need you to remove your hood before I can even consider letting you enter. This is the talent entrance.
The man lifts his head to gaze upon the guard in front of him, lowering his hood to reveal himself as none other than God's Gift to Man, The DisCiple, Blake Worship...
Security: [sputtering] Bluh-Bla-Blake! Blake Worship! What are you doing here?
Worship: Oh, nothing. I was in the neighborhood, thought I'd use the gym for a while, maybe get in a little... exorcizing... before I hit the road again...
The guard steps quickly aside to allow Worship into the building, who simply nods and puts his hood up once more, slipping into the backstage crowd without incident.
The DisCiple Is Back.
And He's Got A Job To Do...
Fade to black...
TBC...
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