Post by Blake Worship on Sept 8, 2008 16:16:04 GMT -5
The images were horrible...
So intrusive... so pervasive...
A once great city...
Now... dust and ruins...
The sky burned black as smoke...
Ripped apart by dry lightning and given voice by trembling thunder...
On the building they stood... reveling in their destruction...
The catalyst to it all... his dark and glorious return made complete...
His voice echoes with the duality of his being, the demon's words penetrating every crevice of the warrior's mind...
"REW...your judgment day has come early, and your one and only savior will fail you. Be afraid REW, for the Dark Horse rides again."
Suddenly the warrior's vision is turned skyward once more...
Just in time to see it...
"Rest in Piece, Blake Worship"...
Blake Worship leaps into consciousness with a roar, sitting up on his couch in his locker room suite. His breath is heavy, labored, as he tries to maintain a firm hold of reality once more. He lowers his head into his hands, palms driving deep into his eye sockets as if trying to dig the images out of his head, but they seemed to burn into his very lids.
In an instant, Blake's eyes flash open, gleaming a brilliant electric blue and illuminating the room. In a fit of rage and confusion Blake grabs hold of the back of the couch with his hand and sends it flying past him into the far wall as though it were a football. The couch gouges open a large part of the wall, crumpling in on itself and collapsing to the floor in an explosion of dust, wood and plaster.
The DemiGod stands there, a goliath-like version of his normal human self, heaving with the raw emotion emanating from his body that seemed to pulsate throughout the entire room. Suddenly he turns his head to one side as if in pain, grabbing at his head once more. Through the spaces in his fingers, the electric blue glow is replaced with momentary flashes of neon red. Blake roars again, smashing the coffee table in front of him into splinters with his right hand and collapsing backwards into the wall, still holding his head, sliding to the floor in a fit of heaving sobs.
Oh God... what does it all mean?
What are your plans for me, Lord?
Am I truly destined to fail at the hands of my brother...?
Could it be... could it somehow be possible that the demon inside Jayson has grown stronger than my own, stronger than me...?
Will this holy demon inside of me, this curse you have blessed me with, no longer be enough to stop the likes of The Canadian Destroyer...?
"Rest in Piece, Blake Worship"... a trick of the mind...?
Will I truly rest in peace, sooner rather than later...?
Or perhaps in pieces...
BLAKE!!!
With a giant slam, Worship's suite room door comes crashing down to the ground as The Real Deal T Money blasts into the room, no longer on his cane. He surveys the room in seconds and spots Blake on the floor, head in hands, and immediately rushes over.
T Money: Blake? What happened in here? Are you hurt? Who did this to you?!
Worship: [long sigh] No one, T... It was all me...
T Money opens his eyes wide and takes a second look at the carnage all over the room, then looking back at Blake in disbelief.
T Money: C'mon, Blake... I know you're a big dude, but damn! This right here is a Hercules-size catastrophe, man. Who are you covering for, boss? [face darkens] Was it Cloud? Was it DHS?
Worship: [shakes head] No... but it will be... soon enough... Listen T, I've seen things, horrible things. He has shown me the future, if I am to fail. And frankly, success is not guaranteed. You will be nothing but a mere casualty before I go down last. If you decide you don't want to involve yourself in this--
T Money: Save it, Blake. I'm on your side, always man. Besides, JayRay and I have our own unfinished business. We're in this together, all the way.
Blake looks up from the floor into the face of his student. With a great effort, he manages a smile.
Worship: Thanks T. In that case, we need to start implementing. War is soon coming to REW, and after some of the sick shit I've seen from DHS lately, lives may very well be at stake.
T Money: Says you to the guy who just recently came back from a coma. I get it, Blake.
Worship: [smiles grimly] Right. Well, I've noticed that the enforcement in matches these days is shitty at best, people are getting stabbed, blown up, chopped up, and no one is stopping it. Frankly, we need to start arming ourselves around this place.
T Money: [grins] Sounds good to me. I've always wanted a kendo stick myself. Haha, I'll be like Ken Blackman!
Worship: Focus, T.
T Money: Yeah, sorry.
Worship: Not only that, but we need to make our mobilization official. We're coming out to REW.
T Money: Got it. When?
Worship: [stone-faced] Wrath...
T Money: Ah shit, it's about to be on and cracking in this bitch! Do I smell Anarchy's rebirth...? [grins] Or better yet, could we be bringing back TFFK--
Worship: Shut up, T, there's no door. Cameras are everywhere.
T Money: Oh right, sorry.
Worship: [getting to his feet] We have others on the edge of mobilizing with us, but nothing is finalized. If they don't show up by this week's Wrath, then it's just me and you, T.
T Money: [shrugs] Fine by me, boss. Just means more skull-cracking all to myself.
Blake walks into his private room and begins rummaging through his things, talking over his shoulder back to T.
Worship: Right. In the meantime, there's too much shit going down behind the scenes to wait for Wrath to come before we start maintaining order around here. So let's make it a point to patrol the halls and keep ringers safe from DHS, or anyone else who poses a threat to the future of REW. We're here for a reason, T...
Blake walks back out of his room and out of the locker room suite, his titanium Crossbat slung over his shoulders, T Money at his side.
We're here to regulate...
[shadow=gray,left,300]Fade to black...
TBC...[/shadow]