Post by Blake Worship on Sept 22, 2008 16:03:11 GMT -5
The scene opens backstage of the REW Arena in the locker room suite of The DisCiple Blake Worship. It is still many hours before the live recording of the PPV Shock Waves. Blake sits in his comfy armchair, bouncing his son Sean up and down on his knee, his beautiful wife Samantha just watching and smiling, Worship's wife and son having come in that weekend to stay with Blake and leave before the show to stay out of harm's way.
Worship: [laughing] Are you dizzy yet, Sean?
Sean: [clearly dizzy] N-n-nu-nuh-no-o-o...
Worship: No? So you want me to bounce you higher?
Sean: I-I...do-don't...kn-know...
Worship: Okay here we go!
Blake pauses for a moment for Sean to sit on his knee, then propels the boy into the air, catching him by the sides in mid-flight and swinging him about the room in circles like a midget superhero.
Sean: [yelling] Yay! Daddy!
Worship: [laughing again] Having fun, my little Underdog?
Sean: Yah! But I am not Underdog, Daddy!
Worship: Oh yeah? Then who are you?
Sean: I'm BATMAN!
Worship: [swinging opposite way] A black Batman? I like that. Alright then boy, who is Mommy?
Sean: Um, Mommy is... Storm!
Sammy: Excuse me? Mommy doesn't have white hairs, young man.
Worship: But she's black, so that's close enough. Man I love this kid, he's so smart! And he knows comic books just like his daddy. Okay Sean, who is Daddy?
Sean: Um... you're Ironman, Daddy!
Worship: [chuckles] Nice! Why, 'cause of my iron-hard guns and abs?
Sean: No... because you have blue eyes like Ironman...
Worship: [solemn] No, Daddy is not like Ironman, son...
Sean: Then... are you like God, Daddy?
Worship's swinging in circles slows down and comes to a stop in front of the couch, sitting down and holding Sean in front of him.
Worship: No, Daddy is nothing like God. No man alive is like God. We can only hope to be but extensions of his will...
Sean: Okay. Um... so, are you bad, Daddy?
Worship: No, Sean. Never.
Sean: [grins] So Daddy is good!
Worship: Yes, but not exactly.
Sean: How come?
Worship: You see, Sean, Daddy wants to be good all the time. But sometimes, like all human beings, he is a little bad, even when he doesn't want to be. So I try my best to be good as much as I can, and use the bad that I do to make things good, so that everything is good. Understand?
Sean: Uh huh. So Daddy is bad.
Worship: No, Sean.
Sean: [confused] Daddy is bad, but he do good stuff?
Worship: [pondering] You know, I guess that's it. You're right, Sean. Now go play with your toys.
Sean smiles his toothy grin and runs off to a corner of the locker room to play with his wrestling and superhero toys as Samantha shifts closer to Blake and lay back with him on the couch, head resting on his broad chest.
Worship: Are we sure that boy is 2? I think he's TOO smart...
Sammy: And 5 months. His birthday was in April, like his daddy... [kisses Blake's neck]
Worship: [quiet] If anything ever happened to the two of you--
Sammy: [sits up, puts a finger to his lips] Sshh. Nothing is ever going to happen to us. You will always have your family, Blake. That boy loves his father, and so do I, with all my heart. We're not going anywhere...
Worship gazes into the emerald green and hazel eyes he fell in love with in Denver, Colorado in the RW Training Grounds as a hot rookie. She looks back at him, as if thinking back to the same time, and the two embrace like any loving couple with an everlasting bond might do.
And then...
He felt it...
Never had he picked up on it so strongly from such a distance, but the power was unmistakeable.
Almost as if simultaneous with Blake and Samantha's kiss, the demon surged from somewhere in the arena.
Its every yearning, every inner carnal desire being entertained.
Passion...
Anger...
Lust...
Pain...
Power...
All being fulfilled, satisfied and then some, and all at once.
And the end result... was raw yet controlled power, unlike any this demon had ever known.
Pure, untapped, and deadly.
And no clear end to it was in sight...
Blake pulls away from Samantha, all that flashed through his mind causing his own body to react as though in immediate physical danger. His heart raced, his adrenaline pumped, and his eyes sparked a bright electric blue that showered the room in light. Sammy, having already been warned by Blake what to do in such a situation, hurries to Sean and swoops him up, running into Blake's private bedroom area and slamming the door, locking it behind her.
The energy... the concentration of it, and so suddenly... It frightened Blake in a way he had never experienced, and when Blake's body turned to its animalistic fight or flight instincts, he ALWAYS fought.
And at this moment, his urge to fight was uncontrollable...
With an anguished yell Blake grabs his coffee table and heaves it skyward with both hands, shattering the wood construction into splinters on contact as shafts of timber and chunks of the roof rain down on him, though he is oblivious to them even touching him.
Yet, he is not satisfied...
He turns his glowing neon blue eyes to his favorite armchair, which he seizes with two hands and launches into the far wall one-handed at an insane speed, like it were a mere baseball. Much like the table, the chair bursts into practical nothingness against the wall, much of the wall coming down with the chair remnants as well, exposing the now cracked and splintered wooden beams in the wall, barely remaining intact...
And yet...
Still...
He is not satisfied...
With a primal roar Blake screams upward to the heavens, the duality of his growl trembling the very foundations of the room. His eyes finally shift, flashing a bright glowing red that covered the room as his arms and body begin to bulge to sizes unnatural for even Worship, his canine teeth become increasingly elongated and his fingers growing long and claw-like. In sheer desperation in a search for unknown satisfaction, Blake begins to unload fists of fury upon the very floor beneath him, each blow rocking the very building, not just the room, each punch leaving a crater twice the size of the blow preceding it.
After 10 intense strikes the linoleum tile floor is gone, Blake now nearly four feet into the ground and still going strong, the fingers in his very hands beginning to crack from the force of each one. He hears a creak through the carnage, and leaps up to slay whatever life force may be trying to catch him unawares, and plows his hand through a TV...
The one Samantha ducked behind with Sean a second before Blake nearly beheaded her...
Blake stands there, glaring down with eyes glowing and unreal like Lucifer himself, at his wife and child huddled together on the floor, crying and trying to take cover. Blake looks at his hand that demolished his TV, broken and bleeding freely from a deep gash. He watches as after a few moments, the bones start to shift, snapping back into place, and his cut seals up in seconds, leaving a perfectly healthy claw-like hand were the destroyed one once was.
Blake gasps and steps back, tripping into the crater in the room he just made in a mere minute, huddling up in a ball and crying like a hurt child, screaming in full exposure to the raw emotional agony that now plagued him. After a few minutes, Samantha carries Sean and slowly crawls into the crater next to Blake, hugging close to him and crying together, as a family...
The Time For Judgment Is Drawing Nigh...
And With That, Destiny Shall Reveal Itself Unto Thee...
[shadow=silver,left,300]Fade to black...
TBC...[/shadow]