Post by Blake Worship on Oct 10, 2008 8:57:38 GMT -5
[OOC: This post was originally much better, but when I tried to post it last night I didn't realize my 6hr login had timed out, and when I tried to preview my work it gave me an error screen, and my whole post was lost. So anyway, fuck proboards. Here's the post.]
Worship stumbles down the steps from the entrance ramp, leaning heavily on the railing for support. The destructive images continue to rush through Blake's mind, blinding him to reality.
No pun intended.
Blake feels himself getting close to the edge of becoming the DemiGod, but manages to control it. He turns a corner down a hall leading to the parking lot, uninhabited except by a pair of people talking. Without warning a fresh wave of violent images floods Blake's mind and he stifles a roar, not wishing to let loose on these innocent people down the hall. Blake looks up to see who the man is, apparently talking to a young and pretty female techie, and his anger boils over to a full-blown rage.
Boxer: So yeah, he thought he was pretty tough. But after one good BKO... [looks at his fist] And that was it. It was all ove-ARGH!!!
The girl, oblivious to the red light now engulfing the hallway while standing in Boxer's shadow, now screams and runs away as fast as she can as Boxer goes down hard from a vicious shot to the back from The DemiGod's Crossbat. Worship lifts up his foot and stomps down hard on Boxer's head, breaking bones in both the front and back of his head as well as cracking the cement under his face. Blake bends down and yanks Boxer's head off the ground, his face now indistinguishable from its shattered bones and fresh mask of blood. Worship sniffs him, and can tell that somehow Boxer is still conscious, and speaks as softly into his ear as his demonic voice will allow.
Worship: Let's get one thing straight. I don't give a fuck who you are, where you're from or why you're here, and I could care less if you care about me. But one thing you will remember is to never... ever... touch me. Understand? If I'm not concerning myself with you, chances are you're not worth my time. And when people try and make themselves worth my time, THIS is what happens to them. Food for thought...
Blake then slams Boxer's face back into the ground, ending his consciousness and leaving him there to possibly drown in a pool of his own blood. Worship then moves off down the hall, entering the parking lot and hopping into his car, racing back to the hotel. In a matter of minutes he is practically teleporting up the hotel's emergency stairs, moving so fast through the doors that the fire alarm never sounds. He stops in front of the door where he could feel the evil pulse is coming from. With a roar Worship kicks the door in, sending it flying across the hotel room. He walks into the dark room as red mist flows out from it and swirls about him, heightening his senses.
Glad you could make it, Blake...
Worship's turns to his right, his bright red eyes illuminating the room so that the form of Dream lounging on his bed becomes visible.
Dream: Nice of you to show up. For a minute I was starting to get worried. English traffic, I guess. Brutal, no?
Worship: Shut up! This ends now, Dream.
Dream: Oh, but this is only the beginning! I've known what you are since the first day you arrived in REW over a year ago. Why do you think I attacked your family the way I did? Why do you think I went after Cloud's family as well? What is it that both of you have in common...?
Worship's bright red eyes narrow, his imagination slowly moving towards Dream's sickening thought process.
Worship: What do you want with us, anyway? What are you planning?!
Dream: Come now, Blake! You're far from stupid, I've been in that head of yours, remember? The lines between good and evil shall blur and vanish, carnage shall be unleashed, The Dark Lord shall stand tall above it all...
Worship: So where does that leave Cloud and I?
Dream: Let's be honest with each other here. You, Blake Worship, are in a class all your own, both as a fighter and as a "human" being. Now, Cloud is getting up there with you, and Jayson Ray... his time shall soon come. Either way, you men are too strong, you will survive the battles, alone in your greatness, which will bring you together as a team... I mean, a Dark Lord needs a dark army, don't you think...?
Worship's eyes widen, and he roars like a wounded lion as he swings a fist labeled death straight for DreamKiller's skull. He connects with air, however, as the lights flash on to reveal Dream has vanished, his baritone cackle all that can be heard as he fades away into darkness...
Meanwhile, back at ringside...
Trash circles on the outside with Cloud, keeping a safe distance, when a voice tingles into the back of his head.
Is it finished...?
Trash's eyes open wide, nearly losing focus on the match and barely ducking a swing from Cloud, thanks to the phenomenon going on his head.
Damnit Dream, I hate it when you do that!
You will soon learn how yourself, my friend. Now, how goes the task at hand...?
The same as when you popped in my head earlier and gave me this task. This Cloud is no fortune cookie, I can't break him. I suppose he gets it from Worship--
That doesn't matter! You were to have finished while I stalled The DemiGod! Now it's too late!
What do you mean...?
Cloud throws his head back, bellowing in anger as his body begins to pulse, his eyes slowly darkening a deep red.
Cloud: I'm tired of playing around with you. This ends right now!
Everything that happens next is almost instantaneous, as Cloud rushes at Trash at blinding speed. The DemiGod suddenly races past the curtains and down the ramp, barely knocking Trash into the ring and out of the way of Cloud just in time. Worship takes the chair off the ring mat, raising it high above his head and smashing down on Trash with a CRACK!!! that any veteran fan knows means this match is over. Blake turns, glaring down to the outside into Cloud's red eyes with his own brigh neon eyes, pointing down to an unconscious Trash.
Worship: Pin him! NOW!
Cloud looks up at Blake, his eyes fading to normal as he slides into the ring and pins Trash, Caius make the three count with no rush because it was clear he was not getting up from Worship's shot. The fans explode in cheering as Cloud is announced the winner, as he gets to his feet and is now face to face with Blake, his bluish-green eyes probing Worship's amber eyes for answers.
Worship: We're playing right into his hands...
Cloud: What? Who?
Worship: Don't worry about that right now, you and I still have unfinished business. I just hope you realize this is becoming alot bigger than you and me...
Blake looks down at Trash's limp form and shakes his head in sadness, then rolling out of the ring and walking up the ramp, Cloud's eyes following him until he is through the curtains and is gone...
[shadow=gray,left,300]Fade to black...
TBC...?[/shadow]
Worship stumbles down the steps from the entrance ramp, leaning heavily on the railing for support. The destructive images continue to rush through Blake's mind, blinding him to reality.
No pun intended.
Blake feels himself getting close to the edge of becoming the DemiGod, but manages to control it. He turns a corner down a hall leading to the parking lot, uninhabited except by a pair of people talking. Without warning a fresh wave of violent images floods Blake's mind and he stifles a roar, not wishing to let loose on these innocent people down the hall. Blake looks up to see who the man is, apparently talking to a young and pretty female techie, and his anger boils over to a full-blown rage.
Boxer: So yeah, he thought he was pretty tough. But after one good BKO... [looks at his fist] And that was it. It was all ove-ARGH!!!
The girl, oblivious to the red light now engulfing the hallway while standing in Boxer's shadow, now screams and runs away as fast as she can as Boxer goes down hard from a vicious shot to the back from The DemiGod's Crossbat. Worship lifts up his foot and stomps down hard on Boxer's head, breaking bones in both the front and back of his head as well as cracking the cement under his face. Blake bends down and yanks Boxer's head off the ground, his face now indistinguishable from its shattered bones and fresh mask of blood. Worship sniffs him, and can tell that somehow Boxer is still conscious, and speaks as softly into his ear as his demonic voice will allow.
Worship: Let's get one thing straight. I don't give a fuck who you are, where you're from or why you're here, and I could care less if you care about me. But one thing you will remember is to never... ever... touch me. Understand? If I'm not concerning myself with you, chances are you're not worth my time. And when people try and make themselves worth my time, THIS is what happens to them. Food for thought...
Blake then slams Boxer's face back into the ground, ending his consciousness and leaving him there to possibly drown in a pool of his own blood. Worship then moves off down the hall, entering the parking lot and hopping into his car, racing back to the hotel. In a matter of minutes he is practically teleporting up the hotel's emergency stairs, moving so fast through the doors that the fire alarm never sounds. He stops in front of the door where he could feel the evil pulse is coming from. With a roar Worship kicks the door in, sending it flying across the hotel room. He walks into the dark room as red mist flows out from it and swirls about him, heightening his senses.
Glad you could make it, Blake...
Worship's turns to his right, his bright red eyes illuminating the room so that the form of Dream lounging on his bed becomes visible.
Dream: Nice of you to show up. For a minute I was starting to get worried. English traffic, I guess. Brutal, no?
Worship: Shut up! This ends now, Dream.
Dream: Oh, but this is only the beginning! I've known what you are since the first day you arrived in REW over a year ago. Why do you think I attacked your family the way I did? Why do you think I went after Cloud's family as well? What is it that both of you have in common...?
Worship's bright red eyes narrow, his imagination slowly moving towards Dream's sickening thought process.
Worship: What do you want with us, anyway? What are you planning?!
Dream: Come now, Blake! You're far from stupid, I've been in that head of yours, remember? The lines between good and evil shall blur and vanish, carnage shall be unleashed, The Dark Lord shall stand tall above it all...
Worship: So where does that leave Cloud and I?
Dream: Let's be honest with each other here. You, Blake Worship, are in a class all your own, both as a fighter and as a "human" being. Now, Cloud is getting up there with you, and Jayson Ray... his time shall soon come. Either way, you men are too strong, you will survive the battles, alone in your greatness, which will bring you together as a team... I mean, a Dark Lord needs a dark army, don't you think...?
Worship's eyes widen, and he roars like a wounded lion as he swings a fist labeled death straight for DreamKiller's skull. He connects with air, however, as the lights flash on to reveal Dream has vanished, his baritone cackle all that can be heard as he fades away into darkness...
Meanwhile, back at ringside...
Trash circles on the outside with Cloud, keeping a safe distance, when a voice tingles into the back of his head.
Is it finished...?
Trash's eyes open wide, nearly losing focus on the match and barely ducking a swing from Cloud, thanks to the phenomenon going on his head.
Damnit Dream, I hate it when you do that!
You will soon learn how yourself, my friend. Now, how goes the task at hand...?
The same as when you popped in my head earlier and gave me this task. This Cloud is no fortune cookie, I can't break him. I suppose he gets it from Worship--
That doesn't matter! You were to have finished while I stalled The DemiGod! Now it's too late!
What do you mean...?
Cloud throws his head back, bellowing in anger as his body begins to pulse, his eyes slowly darkening a deep red.
Cloud: I'm tired of playing around with you. This ends right now!
Everything that happens next is almost instantaneous, as Cloud rushes at Trash at blinding speed. The DemiGod suddenly races past the curtains and down the ramp, barely knocking Trash into the ring and out of the way of Cloud just in time. Worship takes the chair off the ring mat, raising it high above his head and smashing down on Trash with a CRACK!!! that any veteran fan knows means this match is over. Blake turns, glaring down to the outside into Cloud's red eyes with his own brigh neon eyes, pointing down to an unconscious Trash.
Worship: Pin him! NOW!
Cloud looks up at Blake, his eyes fading to normal as he slides into the ring and pins Trash, Caius make the three count with no rush because it was clear he was not getting up from Worship's shot. The fans explode in cheering as Cloud is announced the winner, as he gets to his feet and is now face to face with Blake, his bluish-green eyes probing Worship's amber eyes for answers.
Worship: We're playing right into his hands...
Cloud: What? Who?
Worship: Don't worry about that right now, you and I still have unfinished business. I just hope you realize this is becoming alot bigger than you and me...
Blake looks down at Trash's limp form and shakes his head in sadness, then rolling out of the ring and walking up the ramp, Cloud's eyes following him until he is through the curtains and is gone...
[shadow=gray,left,300]Fade to black...
TBC...?[/shadow]