Post by themorbidwolf on Sept 10, 2024 16:01:43 GMT -5
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There is a split screen to show the examination room, and another monitor to show the hallucination of Wolf. The voice of Dr. Moonjab is over heard.
"Just for this detox I've reinserted the neuro-link in your hand per your request. I'm completely against this, but I respect your decision."
As his voice trails off, Dr. Moonjab comes into the examination room to cuff Wolf to the upright examination table. Leather cuffs for the wrists, and ankles. He leaves, quietly shutting the door.
The light is illuminated so much that it hurts the eyes of Wolf. Closing his eyes, it doesn't take a long before he drifts off. After about ten minutes Wolf begins lurching forward. His mouth becomes moist, and he feels nauseous. Only able to lean up slightly Wolf then begins throwing up the green liquid, as it changes color seeping down to the floor, slowly trickling to the drain. Blood begins also dripping down. Retching out the blood, piss also begins trickling down the drain. A slow long path to get there. The blood and urine mix.
On the second monitor it begins to malfunction, and the acts as if it's going to work right again.
A close up of the examination room reveals that the wrist cuffs slowly begin to unbuckle with seemingly nobody there to unbuckle them. First the left, and then the right. The same with the feet as Wolf falls forward hitting the floor. Just laying there as if it didn't even phase him. Being able to see the second monitor we now a white grease paint drip down the monitor. It soon gathers in a white paint puddle, but it mixes in with the blood, and the urine. A figure then begins to form. It stands up beginning to reveal itself.
A torn tattered faded grey mechanics uniform, the hands are ripped up showing muscular tissue, the finger nails black stained with motor oil, with very sharp talon like nails. We also notice the mechanics work shirt is short sleeved, the arms are ripped apart with actual barbwire embedded into the skin. It appears the wire is rusted, and as we get closer to his face we're getting closer to understand what is here. Looking closer we see the face is some form of abstract paint, with a crimson jagged smile, the teeth are jagged shark like, and finally the hair is bright red formed in elongated spikes. Spikes so sharp, they look like they could cut you.
Standing over Wolf he looks down watching him go into seizures ranging from mild to extremely severe. Wolf's eyes go into the back of his head, and the lights in the room go down very dim. The figure points down at Wolf, and he disappears.
Turning toward the camera the figure then growls before attempting to speak. The results are like a watery grave robot like voice that comes into focus as Wolf's actual voice.
"The Paragonna of Americana. Not any more."
We can see the foot prints form as the figure walks. They're bloody footprints. The figure turns toward the door, and walks right through as if he were a ghost. Seeing Dr. Moonjab the figure waves his hand, and Dr. Moonjab explodes. The figure then walks out of the room heading back into the examination room.
"Jestyr, I imagine you're the one I have to thank for the strength to walk in between worlds. I'm not strong enough to walk amongst the living with these powers. Although, I have to let you know that what you've done with this body, is a fucking disgrace. You wanted the king of trauma's and here it is. I could appear as anything anybody could envision but because this is so much of your identity now I'm appearing as a demon clown. I'm Psy, and you're in deep shit. I'm not a recovered trauma. I could never be. I'm the one trauma that persists. As the one trauma you're leaving me in a state of purgatory. I need to feed off of other trauma's to be strong, and to exist. Here you are trying to manufacture it through chemicals. Chemicals you have no idea how they will affect me, this body. While I'm forcing "Wolf" to do this cold turkey now I don't know what the after math is. I have memory. I continue to exist where the last moment in time was. I'm never aging, and...."
The figure begins to flicker, and fade. We know that Wolf is beginning to fight back. But we see the figure push down to the ground, has he comes back into focus.
"Now where were we? My host is a trauma I push down. We're always fighting against each other. I'm the trauma responsible for making "Wolf" feel weak. The more I make him feel like he is a subhuman the more I gain the power to take over. I naturally want to make him bend the knee but currently he's trying to overcome, and that is because of you, and your goddamn chemicals...."
We see the figure reel back, and it explodes. We then see Wolf laying upon the ground. Standing alone in the examination room with a hospital gown. He then walks out of the office searching for his clothes.
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My eyes burn as if I've awakened from a nightmare. In the grand scheme of things I'm sure I won't remember everything like somebody else but it was now time to make sure if anybody had a lock in this World Title tournament it was me.
"You're one tricky son of a bitch Johnny, or is it Jestyr these days? I've for the most part have tried to stayed the same over the years. Only freshening things up when they needed to be. I've got to admit. You're a good liar. Luring me in like you needed me. As some things change, others stay the same."
"You, and I could have taken over the world, but you obviously didn't want that. It's one of those things you never want to admit to yourself, but now that my head is clear. I can see what's ahead of me, and the landscape I see is not the same as you see. I know everybody is going to ask what it is you can't admit to yourself. That fact is that you're all alone. Any friend you envisioned is just another shark. I know how to navigate these sharks. You have to eat them before they eat you. Or send a harpoon right between their fucking eyes. Watch them die slowly. This clown you've turned into. It may work but since a face from your past has come in. You may have wanted it, or you may have only wanted as long as you could lead them into the situations that benefited you. Regardless of which you wanted. We likely all ready know, that you were serious. How long could you fool me, before I found out this is what you were doing from the beginning? I'm alone. I'm navigating this landscape alone. The last thing I'm sure you wanted to hear. It's not the first time I've had to do this, and it won't be the last time."
Wolf then appears next to a closet, and he immediately grabs an outfit. The outfit is a tattered faded out grey mechanics uniform. Wolf then immediately heads out of the door. Finding a local bar, he sits down. A few beers would likely clear the head. Heading toward the exits, he signals the bartender that he'll be back.
"Johnny, I mean Jestyr."
"This isn't me blowing smoke, but you use to be amazing, and ruthless. It was one of the things that drew me back here. I don't see that any more though. You're not ruthless, and you're not amazing. You're just stuck going over the highlights, and that's sad. A former titan reduced to what ever kind of shit you want to compare them too. It's one of those moments I'll remember for eternity. Especially if you're left speechless. It's one of those moments that doesn't happy very often but it does happen some time. It would be the best thing after if I left you speechless. Then you could go bully Blake Anderson, and the rest of the Dynasty for that matter. I've proven that I'm better than Blake Anderson, and now I get to prove I'm better than you, and I always have been Jestyr. If this is the side quest you wanted your career to go down I can eventually respect that but all I'm seeing right now is a goddamn side show. It just screams out to me that you're trying too hard. I really hate to use labels, but I think you know what I'm getting at."
I, think for a moment before I smile.
"I, at one point considered you a brother. Before you decided people were expendable. You became a user. I definitely can tell you I've seen your best years, and those years have past. I was just a blip in your career but now that blip has come back to take you the fuck out. It's a shame that frail little bitch you started carrying around with you is banned from sucking your dick while you prance around in colors that would make the rest of the world puke. The other thing about the both of us is this. You've created a reputation amongst the others here that they'll never see me like they see you. I don't need them too any way. As far as Chaos Theory, and any plans going forward you Johnny, can go fuck yourself. Even as an original founding member, and former tag champion with you, you can still go fuck yourself! I don't need you any more. I've outgrown you. I went through some of the worst shit in my life in order to over come the challenges this tournament presents. I know everything I'm saying to you is not a shock, and its been a long time coming. If it is a shock, you've obviously not been paying close attention to your actions. Actions, and responsibility should be a little bit more at the fore front, but I'm officially declaring war on everybody here. Some wars have all ready been settled, but I'm officially dropping help from everybody except myself, and nothing would be more of a triumph than me becoming World Champion again. I'll do anything, and I mean anything to win. I don't need anybody but myself."
Looking at the mechanics uniform it just isn't working. Wolf makes one more change, and it's back to more a rockstar casual form of dress.
"Jestyr, here's another thing. When you go to those porn expos you're seen as the joke. While you may see this clown as working for you, its just a waste of my time. I was under the impression of a hostile take over when I stepped into this organization. I'm seeing more clearly than ever before now. I want you to understand that you, and I are done. There's no time like the present to cut myself away from a cancer like yourself. I'm sure a person like you would take cancer as a compliment. It's the truth though. The truth always the truth. If there's any interference that means you lose. Well, if the girl who can't stop flossing with your dick arrives. But why should anybody interference between us. We can both handle our business in the ring, and if you're not scared me, well. We know all ready know you are."
I go back to the bar, and finish the beers. I book an Uber for later tonight. I have a friend who owes me a favor. So I'll me in the house for the match. Arriving on time or even earlier. I could feel my hands sweating at the anticipation of this match. It was a long time coming, and there was no other pairing that would work. I expected it to come later, but the fact that it was now. I'm eager, willing, and ready to put forth my best.
"I know you've always, or when forming thoughts, you've always thought less of me. You're going to pay for your mistakes. Pay for your transgressions, instead of just trusting that I was all ready at that point that you needed me. I may not ever roll with you again Jestyr, but I have something better coming. The feeling of taking your ass out on the biggest stage of them all. The feeling of beating you, and moving one step closer to claiming the World Title. Because when it comes down to it you're desperate. You have been for some time, I'm going to play on your fears now Jestyr. You know I'm dead serious too, This is a blast from the past for me. I wanted to be selfish with this moment. In that moment I caught you sleeping. You will not get another shot either Jestyr. You better fall to your knees, and start praying. Even if you're not religious. You're going to need all the help you can get when it comes to this person right here.
(points at himself)
I flip out my cell phone and text a number. The person who answers me is obviously hidden.
"You know better than anybody that anything can happen in that ring. When it comes down to it there are no excuses when all is said and down. I've been guilty of being a hot head. Taking things too far. I've been guilty of it, but so have the rest of us. This time regardless of whether you put up a fight or not I'm going to take things too far purposely against you. You did the same to me, and I don't have a specific time line for it. But, while I have the match, and the time against you I'm going to beat your face in until it crumbles, or unless you beg me for more. Imagine that too, The once great former World Champion reduced to begging his greatest rival to stop. I'm sure you tell others that word simply doesn't exist in your vocabulary right? Who knows what you say about me when I'm not around. Not that I care, or would care."
"You've given me the ultimate betrayal Jestyr, and while you probably never saw this coming, I'm sure everybody else on the roster did. I've always heard its moments that define a person, and situations. This will be one of those moments. I've beaten you before in the old days. I'm not going to lie to you Jestyr. This is the beginning of the end for me. I've been fighting it for so long, but in the next six years I'll have settled, and accomplished everything I've set out to do. However, you can start the count down now. It's the other reason I refused to take anything for granted. I don't have the time. Since reality has set in you can do whatever you want with going forward. Me, I'm going to do what I always do. I'm going to win the EPW World Title, and then I'm going to make every motherfucker on the roster beg to get a shot. Only for me to turn then the fuck down! That includes you clown boy! You no longer dictate where my career goes. That was your one weak point. Thinking you could control me! Nobody controls me!"
Wolf shows up to an airplane hanger where inside is the most expensive luxury private jet being fueled up. He approaches, getting on the plane. It has stadium seating, and a mini movie theater inside. Also stocked with my favor liquor, but that would have to wait until after the match. My victory would be rewarding itself. The added celebration would be amazing.
"Jestyr, the type of clown justice when you go down is the kind clowns long for, and trust me you will go down."
Wolf then plays a movie as the private jet takes off.
There is a split screen to show the examination room, and another monitor to show the hallucination of Wolf. The voice of Dr. Moonjab is over heard.
"Just for this detox I've reinserted the neuro-link in your hand per your request. I'm completely against this, but I respect your decision."
As his voice trails off, Dr. Moonjab comes into the examination room to cuff Wolf to the upright examination table. Leather cuffs for the wrists, and ankles. He leaves, quietly shutting the door.
The light is illuminated so much that it hurts the eyes of Wolf. Closing his eyes, it doesn't take a long before he drifts off. After about ten minutes Wolf begins lurching forward. His mouth becomes moist, and he feels nauseous. Only able to lean up slightly Wolf then begins throwing up the green liquid, as it changes color seeping down to the floor, slowly trickling to the drain. Blood begins also dripping down. Retching out the blood, piss also begins trickling down the drain. A slow long path to get there. The blood and urine mix.
On the second monitor it begins to malfunction, and the acts as if it's going to work right again.
A close up of the examination room reveals that the wrist cuffs slowly begin to unbuckle with seemingly nobody there to unbuckle them. First the left, and then the right. The same with the feet as Wolf falls forward hitting the floor. Just laying there as if it didn't even phase him. Being able to see the second monitor we now a white grease paint drip down the monitor. It soon gathers in a white paint puddle, but it mixes in with the blood, and the urine. A figure then begins to form. It stands up beginning to reveal itself.
A torn tattered faded grey mechanics uniform, the hands are ripped up showing muscular tissue, the finger nails black stained with motor oil, with very sharp talon like nails. We also notice the mechanics work shirt is short sleeved, the arms are ripped apart with actual barbwire embedded into the skin. It appears the wire is rusted, and as we get closer to his face we're getting closer to understand what is here. Looking closer we see the face is some form of abstract paint, with a crimson jagged smile, the teeth are jagged shark like, and finally the hair is bright red formed in elongated spikes. Spikes so sharp, they look like they could cut you.
Standing over Wolf he looks down watching him go into seizures ranging from mild to extremely severe. Wolf's eyes go into the back of his head, and the lights in the room go down very dim. The figure points down at Wolf, and he disappears.
Turning toward the camera the figure then growls before attempting to speak. The results are like a watery grave robot like voice that comes into focus as Wolf's actual voice.
"The Paragonna of Americana. Not any more."
We can see the foot prints form as the figure walks. They're bloody footprints. The figure turns toward the door, and walks right through as if he were a ghost. Seeing Dr. Moonjab the figure waves his hand, and Dr. Moonjab explodes. The figure then walks out of the room heading back into the examination room.
"Jestyr, I imagine you're the one I have to thank for the strength to walk in between worlds. I'm not strong enough to walk amongst the living with these powers. Although, I have to let you know that what you've done with this body, is a fucking disgrace. You wanted the king of trauma's and here it is. I could appear as anything anybody could envision but because this is so much of your identity now I'm appearing as a demon clown. I'm Psy, and you're in deep shit. I'm not a recovered trauma. I could never be. I'm the one trauma that persists. As the one trauma you're leaving me in a state of purgatory. I need to feed off of other trauma's to be strong, and to exist. Here you are trying to manufacture it through chemicals. Chemicals you have no idea how they will affect me, this body. While I'm forcing "Wolf" to do this cold turkey now I don't know what the after math is. I have memory. I continue to exist where the last moment in time was. I'm never aging, and...."
The figure begins to flicker, and fade. We know that Wolf is beginning to fight back. But we see the figure push down to the ground, has he comes back into focus.
"Now where were we? My host is a trauma I push down. We're always fighting against each other. I'm the trauma responsible for making "Wolf" feel weak. The more I make him feel like he is a subhuman the more I gain the power to take over. I naturally want to make him bend the knee but currently he's trying to overcome, and that is because of you, and your goddamn chemicals...."
We see the figure reel back, and it explodes. We then see Wolf laying upon the ground. Standing alone in the examination room with a hospital gown. He then walks out of the office searching for his clothes.
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My eyes burn as if I've awakened from a nightmare. In the grand scheme of things I'm sure I won't remember everything like somebody else but it was now time to make sure if anybody had a lock in this World Title tournament it was me.
"You're one tricky son of a bitch Johnny, or is it Jestyr these days? I've for the most part have tried to stayed the same over the years. Only freshening things up when they needed to be. I've got to admit. You're a good liar. Luring me in like you needed me. As some things change, others stay the same."
"You, and I could have taken over the world, but you obviously didn't want that. It's one of those things you never want to admit to yourself, but now that my head is clear. I can see what's ahead of me, and the landscape I see is not the same as you see. I know everybody is going to ask what it is you can't admit to yourself. That fact is that you're all alone. Any friend you envisioned is just another shark. I know how to navigate these sharks. You have to eat them before they eat you. Or send a harpoon right between their fucking eyes. Watch them die slowly. This clown you've turned into. It may work but since a face from your past has come in. You may have wanted it, or you may have only wanted as long as you could lead them into the situations that benefited you. Regardless of which you wanted. We likely all ready know, that you were serious. How long could you fool me, before I found out this is what you were doing from the beginning? I'm alone. I'm navigating this landscape alone. The last thing I'm sure you wanted to hear. It's not the first time I've had to do this, and it won't be the last time."
Wolf then appears next to a closet, and he immediately grabs an outfit. The outfit is a tattered faded out grey mechanics uniform. Wolf then immediately heads out of the door. Finding a local bar, he sits down. A few beers would likely clear the head. Heading toward the exits, he signals the bartender that he'll be back.
"Johnny, I mean Jestyr."
"This isn't me blowing smoke, but you use to be amazing, and ruthless. It was one of the things that drew me back here. I don't see that any more though. You're not ruthless, and you're not amazing. You're just stuck going over the highlights, and that's sad. A former titan reduced to what ever kind of shit you want to compare them too. It's one of those moments I'll remember for eternity. Especially if you're left speechless. It's one of those moments that doesn't happy very often but it does happen some time. It would be the best thing after if I left you speechless. Then you could go bully Blake Anderson, and the rest of the Dynasty for that matter. I've proven that I'm better than Blake Anderson, and now I get to prove I'm better than you, and I always have been Jestyr. If this is the side quest you wanted your career to go down I can eventually respect that but all I'm seeing right now is a goddamn side show. It just screams out to me that you're trying too hard. I really hate to use labels, but I think you know what I'm getting at."
I, think for a moment before I smile.
"I, at one point considered you a brother. Before you decided people were expendable. You became a user. I definitely can tell you I've seen your best years, and those years have past. I was just a blip in your career but now that blip has come back to take you the fuck out. It's a shame that frail little bitch you started carrying around with you is banned from sucking your dick while you prance around in colors that would make the rest of the world puke. The other thing about the both of us is this. You've created a reputation amongst the others here that they'll never see me like they see you. I don't need them too any way. As far as Chaos Theory, and any plans going forward you Johnny, can go fuck yourself. Even as an original founding member, and former tag champion with you, you can still go fuck yourself! I don't need you any more. I've outgrown you. I went through some of the worst shit in my life in order to over come the challenges this tournament presents. I know everything I'm saying to you is not a shock, and its been a long time coming. If it is a shock, you've obviously not been paying close attention to your actions. Actions, and responsibility should be a little bit more at the fore front, but I'm officially declaring war on everybody here. Some wars have all ready been settled, but I'm officially dropping help from everybody except myself, and nothing would be more of a triumph than me becoming World Champion again. I'll do anything, and I mean anything to win. I don't need anybody but myself."
Looking at the mechanics uniform it just isn't working. Wolf makes one more change, and it's back to more a rockstar casual form of dress.
"Jestyr, here's another thing. When you go to those porn expos you're seen as the joke. While you may see this clown as working for you, its just a waste of my time. I was under the impression of a hostile take over when I stepped into this organization. I'm seeing more clearly than ever before now. I want you to understand that you, and I are done. There's no time like the present to cut myself away from a cancer like yourself. I'm sure a person like you would take cancer as a compliment. It's the truth though. The truth always the truth. If there's any interference that means you lose. Well, if the girl who can't stop flossing with your dick arrives. But why should anybody interference between us. We can both handle our business in the ring, and if you're not scared me, well. We know all ready know you are."
I go back to the bar, and finish the beers. I book an Uber for later tonight. I have a friend who owes me a favor. So I'll me in the house for the match. Arriving on time or even earlier. I could feel my hands sweating at the anticipation of this match. It was a long time coming, and there was no other pairing that would work. I expected it to come later, but the fact that it was now. I'm eager, willing, and ready to put forth my best.
"I know you've always, or when forming thoughts, you've always thought less of me. You're going to pay for your mistakes. Pay for your transgressions, instead of just trusting that I was all ready at that point that you needed me. I may not ever roll with you again Jestyr, but I have something better coming. The feeling of taking your ass out on the biggest stage of them all. The feeling of beating you, and moving one step closer to claiming the World Title. Because when it comes down to it you're desperate. You have been for some time, I'm going to play on your fears now Jestyr. You know I'm dead serious too, This is a blast from the past for me. I wanted to be selfish with this moment. In that moment I caught you sleeping. You will not get another shot either Jestyr. You better fall to your knees, and start praying. Even if you're not religious. You're going to need all the help you can get when it comes to this person right here.
(points at himself)
I flip out my cell phone and text a number. The person who answers me is obviously hidden.
"You know better than anybody that anything can happen in that ring. When it comes down to it there are no excuses when all is said and down. I've been guilty of being a hot head. Taking things too far. I've been guilty of it, but so have the rest of us. This time regardless of whether you put up a fight or not I'm going to take things too far purposely against you. You did the same to me, and I don't have a specific time line for it. But, while I have the match, and the time against you I'm going to beat your face in until it crumbles, or unless you beg me for more. Imagine that too, The once great former World Champion reduced to begging his greatest rival to stop. I'm sure you tell others that word simply doesn't exist in your vocabulary right? Who knows what you say about me when I'm not around. Not that I care, or would care."
"You've given me the ultimate betrayal Jestyr, and while you probably never saw this coming, I'm sure everybody else on the roster did. I've always heard its moments that define a person, and situations. This will be one of those moments. I've beaten you before in the old days. I'm not going to lie to you Jestyr. This is the beginning of the end for me. I've been fighting it for so long, but in the next six years I'll have settled, and accomplished everything I've set out to do. However, you can start the count down now. It's the other reason I refused to take anything for granted. I don't have the time. Since reality has set in you can do whatever you want with going forward. Me, I'm going to do what I always do. I'm going to win the EPW World Title, and then I'm going to make every motherfucker on the roster beg to get a shot. Only for me to turn then the fuck down! That includes you clown boy! You no longer dictate where my career goes. That was your one weak point. Thinking you could control me! Nobody controls me!"
Wolf shows up to an airplane hanger where inside is the most expensive luxury private jet being fueled up. He approaches, getting on the plane. It has stadium seating, and a mini movie theater inside. Also stocked with my favor liquor, but that would have to wait until after the match. My victory would be rewarding itself. The added celebration would be amazing.
"Jestyr, the type of clown justice when you go down is the kind clowns long for, and trust me you will go down."
Wolf then plays a movie as the private jet takes off.