Post by Blake Worship on Sept 1, 2008 17:39:34 GMT -5
The scene opens inside the locker room of The DisCiple Blake Worship. He sits in his favorite comfy armchair, having nothing better to do at the moment but sit and watch highlights from last week's PPV. With every flash, every glimpse of the past, Blake's mind wanders, his feelings bubble back to the surface, and he is lost in a sea of thought, daydreams that include the events following Stampede...
Blake slumps down into a chair in his locker room and lays his head back, eyes closed, as he stresses out over the day's events.
So...
My best DisCiple... corrupted by evil...
My friend... his wife... taken over by the demonic ringer I killed...
And now... they are together again... in that hellish stable bent on fed-domination...
And I helped make it all possible...
Blake puts his forward into his hands, palms pushing into his eyes, as if trying to mask his failure from an invisible audience. Just then, his phone begins to sound off and vibrate in his pocket. He sits there, not moving a muscle.
The last few times he answered that day, he was coerced into coming to the aid of demonic humans...
He pushes the thoughts from his mind and snatches the phone from his pocket. Spotting the caller ID, he can't help but grin, as this was probably the only DisCiple he had that he could still be proud of...
Worship: Yo T!
T Money: Bl-Blake...?
Worship: [laughs at T's surprise] Yeah man, who else would it be? [frowns] But wait a minute... last time I checked, you were--
T Money: Comatose? In the hospital? Well, I was... two minutes ago...
Worship: Whoa... well damn man, I'm happy to hear your voice. What's up, though? You seem upset...
T Money: Well it's funny. I know you're too good to let someone put you in a coma, so you wouldn't know what this feels like. But when you're down, it's like the most maddening feeling sometimes.
Worship: What are you talking about, bro? Is this the meds talking right now? [laughs]
T Money: No! This is serious!
Worship: [smile vanishing] Okay T, I'm listening.
T Money: It's like... sometimes you're just knocked out. No concept of time or space, nothing. But other times, you start to feel better, and your brain can actually think, but your body can't move for shit. And even though I was stuck there for who knows how long, all I could think about was what happened to me... And then just like that, my body came back to me, and immediately I knew who the only person I could turn to was... I knew instantly I had to call my boss, I had to call you, Blake...
Blake goes silent, T Money's words sounding like deja vu to The DisCiple, as he thinks of Cloud's words...
"I need your help, you are the only one I can hope to turn to."
Blake shakes his head lightly, forcing his recurring daytime nightmares from his head.
Worship: [slightly wary] What would you have your mentor do?
Worship could almost see his young friend and student's face break out into a grin.
T Money: I need you back, boss. To help me wage this war.
Worship: [sighs, feigning stupidity] War against who?
T Money: Don't play dumb, Blake. It doesn't suit you. You KNOW who did this to me.
Worship: Jayson Ray...
T Money: Exactly. But it's not just him. His whole little team did this to me! I blame them all, and for that, JayRay and his whole group must pay, Blake. They are ALL going down...
Worship: You mean DHS? You mean to tell me you want to wage a fed-wide WAR against the Dark Horse Society...?
T Money: Well, yeah... Why do you sound like that? Wasn't this your idea like two months ago? And didn't you plan on doing it all ALONE? Now we'd be together again! We can do this! Isn't this what you wanted...?
Worship: Yes... but that was before...
T Money: [confused] Before what, Blake?
Worship: [depressed, almost psychic] We can't, T... their strength... their numbers will soon grow--
T Money: [angry] What are you saying to me right now, Blake!?
Worship turns his head away from the phone, his shame too much for even it to see. He reminds himself of the vow he made outside that cemetary, and with another long sigh and a small chuckle he goes back to the phone.
Worship: I'm saying The DisCiple Blake Worship is always ready for a war.
T Money: Nice! So you'll come back, then?
Worship: You're late, son. I'm already HERE. I'm just waiting on you...
Worship slowly opens his eyes, embracing the current reality once more. He glances back at the TV in time to catch next week's card, and sees his match, as well the comments regarding it.
Mickey Madness...?
That other crazy bastard that tried to mess with my family...? My wife, my child...?
The guy that tried to kill my brother, Byron...?
The guy whose face I bashed in almost a year ago exactly...?
Heh...
Caius needs to do his homework.
I wouldn't be caught dead teaching that sicko any of my fighting styles, but if Caius wants proof that I am worthy of the World Title, I'll give it to him when I behead Mickey Madness in that damn ring...
As if being a former World Champion in this fed wasn't proof enough...
No matter.
I'm a fan of doing things the right way. I knew a young ringer, could've been another of my students had he stayed in the game... his name was Hard Work, and that's why I liked him.
So I'll play this game, pretend that I'm not actually overqualified to be a WHT contender, because shortcuts are for snobs like GB, and that's not my style.
I'll prove myself... all over the face Mickey Madness... and by the time I'm done making that crazy white-faced idiot look like Juggalo roadkill, I'll have made him REPENT!
And he WILL WORSHIP ME!!!
[shadow=gray,left,300]Fade to black...
TBC...[/shadow]