Post by The Anarchist on Jun 25, 2016 23:29:07 GMT -5
Prologue
Was it worth it?
That is a question I’m sure Justin Michaels is probably asking himself at this very moment. Was it worth it? Was returning to PCW worth having another loss added to his column? This wasn’t just some average loss. We all take them at one point or another. No, this was a loss that I’m sure will haunt Stormm. It was an opportunity to be the number one contender to the International title.
And he lost.
He lost the match and he lost the right to be named challenger. Aw. Buck up, brochamp. I’m sure your wife and kids still view you in a positive light. You did the best you could but in the end...you weren’t good enough to beat ME! I wonder what goes through the mind of the average person when they have to accept that my words are backed up by actions?
What was it I told the faithful again? Oh yeah.
That his quest would be just another failure in the book of Justin Michaels. I guess that makes me his biographer in a way, given that I just dealt him another setback. Justin “Setback” Michaels should be his new identity. There is just too much failure with him for me to go over. Too Long. Don’t Care. That’s not to say that he isn’t a capable foe between the ropes. He is. Always has been. But his talent doesn’t match the production and that’s where those four words have to challenge his very existence in professional wrestling.
Was it worth it?
It’s also something the outside world had best be pondering themselves. Brexit is just another example of man’s inability to do something right. Has anyone seen the ripple effect that’s had and will likely have going forward? The exposed divisions. I get to sit back and smile at how divided the world is amongst one another and smile at the economic carnage. The political turmoil. The social injustices.
We may not have to burn the world down after all. They are doing a fine job of it all by themselves.
But that would be no fun. The enjoyment will come from us watching the life drain from their eyes, the color fade from their very being. Those last gasps of life before…
Well. You know what the opposite of life is.
And being responsible for that, will be WORTH its weight in GOLD.
International. Gold.
Present
Sherbert skies brought color to an otherwise uneventful morning in the town of Absinthe, population unknown. There was no census for them as they did not exist in the bane of physical reality. As the sunflower yellow sun clocked in for its shift, relieving the sugar white moon, it cast light on the oversaturated colors that dotted every structure within town limits.
If a stranger to the charming community were to walk the cobblestone streets, they would begin to wonder if they had stepped into a bygone decade. Or two. It was the picturesque Americana of the fifties colliding with the neon-dripped funk abstracts of the eighties. Tall oak trees lined the main strip where one may imagine parades marching through with colorful floats (as if more color was needed) and jubilation from the spectators. The buildings which populated both sides of the street were your typical services found in any small town. Hardware. Clothing. Theater. Post Office, etc.
You get the picture.
Towards the end sat a diner that looks as if someone had been an avid fan of Happy Days and a radio station with the unusual call letters of “NRKY” lining up the iron signal tower. Surrounding the businesses in a horseshoe arrangement were the homes of the citizens. Oddly enough (or not) the houses were painted in three colors, but of various shades from the wheel: Red. White and Blue.
It was still too early for the sleeping residents to meet the hustle and bustle of their varying days. But it was anything but over in the adjoining Labyrinth Grove…
“And then the ref counted one, two, three!”
Jason was in the middle of telling Destiny all about how he won his match. The two were in bed wrapped in a lovers embrace. Her auburn hair just slightly blanketing her left eye, while her right remained closed. She wasn’t asleep, but rather just relaxing her head on the chest of her victorious husband while he spoke.
“The pretend President was choking back the tears when he had to recognize me as the number one contender. I’m so on top of the world that I think I’ll forgive him for mistakenly fining me. If he does it again I’m afraid I’ll have to withdraw my support and vote for someone else come election time.”
Destiny hummed to herself in amusement, wiggling her body against his as her fingertips began caressing around his left arm. “I thought...” she yawns mid speech “you hated politics.”
“I do. I never supported that idiot to begin with. Every President in PCW has been a bigger joke than the one before them, dating back to the king of jokes, Luis Malave.”
“Whatever happened to that guy?”
“He’s on the same expired milk carton that Johnny is. Justin should consider a career in hiding, so he can have his face on one as well. The Three Stooges of failure.”
Destiny laughed at this as she began to peel herself off of Jason’s body. Sitting up she brushes her hair back out of the way. Jason takes a quick glance at her and jumps back in mock fright. Destiny in seeing this stares in confusion.
“What?”
“Your...your face...”
“What about it?”
“It’s missing. Oh wait. No. You haven’t had time to paint it on yet, hahaha!”
Destiny smirks and literally pushes Jason the hell off the bed. She may not look like she’s that strong, but looks can be very deceiving. Jason hits with a loud thud, but never ceases from laughing while laying on the wooden floor.
“Says the guy who has to wear a mask over his!”
Jason by now has gripped the sheets and began pulling himself up like a rock climber would scaling up a challenging mountain. He rolls himself back on and immediately onto his right side so that he faces in her direction. “I’m not the only one who has to wear one and besides, at least I can take mine off before the bell rings.”
Destiny looks down and sticks her tongue out playfully. “Yeah but you love seeing me in it.”
Jason chuckles and lays his head down in her lap, shifting over onto his back. “I think you choosing a rattlesnake is very fitting. And besides, I love seeing you...”
This time Destiny is quick to wrap her arms around him and even quicker in rolling him over as they both take a tumble to the floor, with her landing on top of him. The impact of which bounces them into the air as he groans in discomfort. She had wrestled a few matches way back when and after all of the years of being married, picked up more than a few share of moves. This was playtime for them and nothing born from anger on the part of Mrs. Willard.
Weakly Jason finishes his sentence, “in...anything…”
“One. Two. Three!” squeals Destiny, her hand smacking the floor with each number she counts. She straddles her husband and raises her arms victoriously in the air, proud of herself. “It’s a good thing you haven’t won your title yet. You would have just lost it, hehe.”
Jason smiles wide and matches her speedy display that landed them on the floor. He manages to get her onto her back and using a combination of his body weight and his feet on the bed, counts “One. Two. THREE!” while pinning her shoulders to the floor.
“And now I would have been a Two-Time International Champion!”
Jason pulls himself up while leading Destiny to her feet by her hands. She stamps her foot in protest, “Not fair! I wasn’t ready!” giggling like a school girl right after. “Neither is Andy.” Jason replies. “But let’s not spoil the mood. I’ll deal with him when the time comes.”
Destiny nods in agreement while briskly pushing her lips onto his before shuffling aside to open their blinds. Parting the red velvet aside, their bedroom window gave a birds eye view into the citrus maze. Jason approached and took a quick second to take in the watermelon pink glow emitted in the sky before turning his focus on the only way in and out of the property.
“Funny I use the phrase when the time comes, my love. My earned showdown with Andy D isn’t the only thing that will be dealt with at the appropriate time.”
His playful tone was no longer heard as it disintegrated into one of malice. Destiny locks her left hand tightly on his, their wedding rings embracing one another as she wraps her right arm around him from behind. Her face gently pressed along his cheek. She as well was no longer kidding.
“Kristen is our key to them, babe. I think it was a good idea to allow her the chance to see the town and make friends. She can lead some of them right to us.”
“Fuck! I wish we could take a bite of the black apple right now!!”
Destiny flashes a sadistic grin as seen by her reflection in the window. “In due time...good things come to those who wait.”
Jason nods at this. “And bad things will come to the good people of Absinthe...”
Destiny lowers her head and seductively begins kissing the nape of Jason’s neck. After a few gentle pecks, she opens her mouth and sinks her teeth down like a vampire might, drawing a trace amount of blood in the process. After a quick gasp from him, he settles his tense body down while in her embrace. Destiny lets a quiet moan escape her throat as she sucks up the blood she exposed. After she lets up, her tongue licks her lips. Ever so lovingly, she runs a finger across the teeth marks embedded into his skin. “I forgot to tell you good morning.”
Seromine’s Effigies
As was always the case for these things, night had fallen over the grove. The sky was clear, the air crisp and the conditions right for a ritual. The spooky trees bearing oranges and wooden faces lined around the gathering spot for the festivity. Mercer, Lylyth and the as-yet-to-be-named other four followers danced in a circle. For on this night the group would be celebrating a momentous occasion. The fire crackled in the pit, roaring bright and casting light on the moving shadows. The bright neon town lights of Absinthe glowed in the distance but was of little concern to the dangerous foes who resided in the maze.
Incoming footsteps are heard getting closer and closer, which has the harbingers stop mid-dance to focus on their approaching leader and his wife. From around a darkened bend they emerge, each one carrying a scarecrow over their shoulder. “As you were” bellows Seromine, allowing for the fun to resume. He and Destiny march to a point in the back and begin to set up the mocks of Andy D and Justin Kaard. They were crude versions of them, but it mattered not. The six others by way of shadow are strutting or skipping about, chanting and laughing with one another. As the displays are in place, the Owl and Rattlesnake masked couple turn their backs to them. The group stops once more as Seromine stretches his arms out like a cross. Destiny continues the sequence and on command, the harbingers follow the pose.
“Justin Michaels was better off staying in the shadows, making puppets on the wall to entertain his family with, rather than stepping into MY hallowed ground and being dealt the hand of revelation!”
"Revelation! Revelation! The end of times! The end of Michaels!" The harbingers chant. The males shout first and last with the females speaking the second and third verses. Destiny makes a slashing motion across her throat to place an exclamation point on the mention of Stormm.
“Those shadows with outstretched arms to hug the defeated, casting darkness on his quest to championship glory. I AM that physical force of dark. WE ARE that consuming force of nature. Michaels is only but the same mere human step that was Baby Jenks! That was Razor Blade! That was Nathan Saniti AND Kelli Starr! On our staircase to the throne of HADES!"
Everyone by now has dropped their arms. The harbinger six upon hearing the name of the God of the Underworld take up dancing against the flames once more, bellowing his name out in cackle and gyrations. Seromine glances at the Andy D scarecrow, looking it up and down while Destiny rakes her black painted fingernails across the faux International Title that is around his waist.
“Gold now shines in my direction like rays of the sun, only I AM the solar eclipse that will blot it out. Andy D’s championship days are on a New Year’s countdown. When the clock strikes twelve, a NEW International champion shall be crowned in PCW!”
Destiny violently rips the title off, as Seromine sends the straw body through his brainwashed friends and straight into the fire. It erupts in bright orange and yellows before calming back down. Upon the body hitting the fire, the dancing fools sway their body away and then swing back in the direction of the pit, chanting “BURN ANDY BURN!” in unison. Seromine orders everyone to remain still as he and Destiny stand opposite the Justin Kaard straw man.
“In our first encounter, Andy has a partner in a former World Champion and “Adrenaline King.” My foes for one-ninety five are no strangers to MY partner in the match. The Man. The Legend. One of the very few I respect, Phinehas GRIMM!”
"Hangtown Horror! Lord of Misrule! Grimm. Grimm! GRIMM!!"
“Another Justin set to fail in my path. OUR road. Both Kaard and Andy are speedy daredevils. Crash test dummies who know no better than to be flashy. This shall NOT be an easy victory to obtain. I too, have speed to burn. But so choose not to expend in moves fit for a circus act. The successes of the opposition are NOT to be underestimated. These two were foes in a triple threat with him...but now will join forces to thwart PCW’s boogeyman and The Anti-Humanity Prophet of Evil!”
Seromine looks towards Destiny, giving her a slight nod. She spins her head around in the direction of the group, her braided pig tails spinning across her Rattlesnake mask in the process. “Sister Reverie. Tonight is your celebration of birth. Take this gift from us as a token of wishing you happiness and sacrifice him to the pit!”
The energetic and Pig mask wearing Reverie, separates herself from the group as she bounces over to her leaders. First she curtsies to Destiny and then receives kisses to both sides of her face. Then she walks over to do the same to Seromine, who leans down to kiss her on the crown of her head. Reverie turns around to receive the Justin Kaard mock. The five harbingers step aside as she heaves it onto the remains of Andy D’s scarecrow. Applause from all blend with the crackling wood as the group chant, “ASHES TO ASHES KAARD!”
That continues to be the words of the night as Seromine and Destiny start walking back towards their home, leaving the harbingers to celebrate Reverie’s night.
Was it worth it?
That is a question I’m sure Justin Michaels is probably asking himself at this very moment. Was it worth it? Was returning to PCW worth having another loss added to his column? This wasn’t just some average loss. We all take them at one point or another. No, this was a loss that I’m sure will haunt Stormm. It was an opportunity to be the number one contender to the International title.
And he lost.
He lost the match and he lost the right to be named challenger. Aw. Buck up, brochamp. I’m sure your wife and kids still view you in a positive light. You did the best you could but in the end...you weren’t good enough to beat ME! I wonder what goes through the mind of the average person when they have to accept that my words are backed up by actions?
What was it I told the faithful again? Oh yeah.
That his quest would be just another failure in the book of Justin Michaels. I guess that makes me his biographer in a way, given that I just dealt him another setback. Justin “Setback” Michaels should be his new identity. There is just too much failure with him for me to go over. Too Long. Don’t Care. That’s not to say that he isn’t a capable foe between the ropes. He is. Always has been. But his talent doesn’t match the production and that’s where those four words have to challenge his very existence in professional wrestling.
Was it worth it?
It’s also something the outside world had best be pondering themselves. Brexit is just another example of man’s inability to do something right. Has anyone seen the ripple effect that’s had and will likely have going forward? The exposed divisions. I get to sit back and smile at how divided the world is amongst one another and smile at the economic carnage. The political turmoil. The social injustices.
We may not have to burn the world down after all. They are doing a fine job of it all by themselves.
But that would be no fun. The enjoyment will come from us watching the life drain from their eyes, the color fade from their very being. Those last gasps of life before…
Well. You know what the opposite of life is.
And being responsible for that, will be WORTH its weight in GOLD.
International. Gold.
Present
Sherbert skies brought color to an otherwise uneventful morning in the town of Absinthe, population unknown. There was no census for them as they did not exist in the bane of physical reality. As the sunflower yellow sun clocked in for its shift, relieving the sugar white moon, it cast light on the oversaturated colors that dotted every structure within town limits.
If a stranger to the charming community were to walk the cobblestone streets, they would begin to wonder if they had stepped into a bygone decade. Or two. It was the picturesque Americana of the fifties colliding with the neon-dripped funk abstracts of the eighties. Tall oak trees lined the main strip where one may imagine parades marching through with colorful floats (as if more color was needed) and jubilation from the spectators. The buildings which populated both sides of the street were your typical services found in any small town. Hardware. Clothing. Theater. Post Office, etc.
You get the picture.
Towards the end sat a diner that looks as if someone had been an avid fan of Happy Days and a radio station with the unusual call letters of “NRKY” lining up the iron signal tower. Surrounding the businesses in a horseshoe arrangement were the homes of the citizens. Oddly enough (or not) the houses were painted in three colors, but of various shades from the wheel: Red. White and Blue.
It was still too early for the sleeping residents to meet the hustle and bustle of their varying days. But it was anything but over in the adjoining Labyrinth Grove…
“And then the ref counted one, two, three!”
Jason was in the middle of telling Destiny all about how he won his match. The two were in bed wrapped in a lovers embrace. Her auburn hair just slightly blanketing her left eye, while her right remained closed. She wasn’t asleep, but rather just relaxing her head on the chest of her victorious husband while he spoke.
“The pretend President was choking back the tears when he had to recognize me as the number one contender. I’m so on top of the world that I think I’ll forgive him for mistakenly fining me. If he does it again I’m afraid I’ll have to withdraw my support and vote for someone else come election time.”
Destiny hummed to herself in amusement, wiggling her body against his as her fingertips began caressing around his left arm. “I thought...” she yawns mid speech “you hated politics.”
“I do. I never supported that idiot to begin with. Every President in PCW has been a bigger joke than the one before them, dating back to the king of jokes, Luis Malave.”
“Whatever happened to that guy?”
“He’s on the same expired milk carton that Johnny is. Justin should consider a career in hiding, so he can have his face on one as well. The Three Stooges of failure.”
Destiny laughed at this as she began to peel herself off of Jason’s body. Sitting up she brushes her hair back out of the way. Jason takes a quick glance at her and jumps back in mock fright. Destiny in seeing this stares in confusion.
“What?”
“Your...your face...”
“What about it?”
“It’s missing. Oh wait. No. You haven’t had time to paint it on yet, hahaha!”
Destiny smirks and literally pushes Jason the hell off the bed. She may not look like she’s that strong, but looks can be very deceiving. Jason hits with a loud thud, but never ceases from laughing while laying on the wooden floor.
“Says the guy who has to wear a mask over his!”
Jason by now has gripped the sheets and began pulling himself up like a rock climber would scaling up a challenging mountain. He rolls himself back on and immediately onto his right side so that he faces in her direction. “I’m not the only one who has to wear one and besides, at least I can take mine off before the bell rings.”
Destiny looks down and sticks her tongue out playfully. “Yeah but you love seeing me in it.”
Jason chuckles and lays his head down in her lap, shifting over onto his back. “I think you choosing a rattlesnake is very fitting. And besides, I love seeing you...”
This time Destiny is quick to wrap her arms around him and even quicker in rolling him over as they both take a tumble to the floor, with her landing on top of him. The impact of which bounces them into the air as he groans in discomfort. She had wrestled a few matches way back when and after all of the years of being married, picked up more than a few share of moves. This was playtime for them and nothing born from anger on the part of Mrs. Willard.
Weakly Jason finishes his sentence, “in...anything…”
“One. Two. Three!” squeals Destiny, her hand smacking the floor with each number she counts. She straddles her husband and raises her arms victoriously in the air, proud of herself. “It’s a good thing you haven’t won your title yet. You would have just lost it, hehe.”
Jason smiles wide and matches her speedy display that landed them on the floor. He manages to get her onto her back and using a combination of his body weight and his feet on the bed, counts “One. Two. THREE!” while pinning her shoulders to the floor.
“And now I would have been a Two-Time International Champion!”
Jason pulls himself up while leading Destiny to her feet by her hands. She stamps her foot in protest, “Not fair! I wasn’t ready!” giggling like a school girl right after. “Neither is Andy.” Jason replies. “But let’s not spoil the mood. I’ll deal with him when the time comes.”
Destiny nods in agreement while briskly pushing her lips onto his before shuffling aside to open their blinds. Parting the red velvet aside, their bedroom window gave a birds eye view into the citrus maze. Jason approached and took a quick second to take in the watermelon pink glow emitted in the sky before turning his focus on the only way in and out of the property.
“Funny I use the phrase when the time comes, my love. My earned showdown with Andy D isn’t the only thing that will be dealt with at the appropriate time.”
His playful tone was no longer heard as it disintegrated into one of malice. Destiny locks her left hand tightly on his, their wedding rings embracing one another as she wraps her right arm around him from behind. Her face gently pressed along his cheek. She as well was no longer kidding.
“Kristen is our key to them, babe. I think it was a good idea to allow her the chance to see the town and make friends. She can lead some of them right to us.”
“Fuck! I wish we could take a bite of the black apple right now!!”
Destiny flashes a sadistic grin as seen by her reflection in the window. “In due time...good things come to those who wait.”
Jason nods at this. “And bad things will come to the good people of Absinthe...”
Destiny lowers her head and seductively begins kissing the nape of Jason’s neck. After a few gentle pecks, she opens her mouth and sinks her teeth down like a vampire might, drawing a trace amount of blood in the process. After a quick gasp from him, he settles his tense body down while in her embrace. Destiny lets a quiet moan escape her throat as she sucks up the blood she exposed. After she lets up, her tongue licks her lips. Ever so lovingly, she runs a finger across the teeth marks embedded into his skin. “I forgot to tell you good morning.”
Seromine’s Effigies
As was always the case for these things, night had fallen over the grove. The sky was clear, the air crisp and the conditions right for a ritual. The spooky trees bearing oranges and wooden faces lined around the gathering spot for the festivity. Mercer, Lylyth and the as-yet-to-be-named other four followers danced in a circle. For on this night the group would be celebrating a momentous occasion. The fire crackled in the pit, roaring bright and casting light on the moving shadows. The bright neon town lights of Absinthe glowed in the distance but was of little concern to the dangerous foes who resided in the maze.
Incoming footsteps are heard getting closer and closer, which has the harbingers stop mid-dance to focus on their approaching leader and his wife. From around a darkened bend they emerge, each one carrying a scarecrow over their shoulder. “As you were” bellows Seromine, allowing for the fun to resume. He and Destiny march to a point in the back and begin to set up the mocks of Andy D and Justin Kaard. They were crude versions of them, but it mattered not. The six others by way of shadow are strutting or skipping about, chanting and laughing with one another. As the displays are in place, the Owl and Rattlesnake masked couple turn their backs to them. The group stops once more as Seromine stretches his arms out like a cross. Destiny continues the sequence and on command, the harbingers follow the pose.
“Justin Michaels was better off staying in the shadows, making puppets on the wall to entertain his family with, rather than stepping into MY hallowed ground and being dealt the hand of revelation!”
"Revelation! Revelation! The end of times! The end of Michaels!" The harbingers chant. The males shout first and last with the females speaking the second and third verses. Destiny makes a slashing motion across her throat to place an exclamation point on the mention of Stormm.
“Those shadows with outstretched arms to hug the defeated, casting darkness on his quest to championship glory. I AM that physical force of dark. WE ARE that consuming force of nature. Michaels is only but the same mere human step that was Baby Jenks! That was Razor Blade! That was Nathan Saniti AND Kelli Starr! On our staircase to the throne of HADES!"
Everyone by now has dropped their arms. The harbinger six upon hearing the name of the God of the Underworld take up dancing against the flames once more, bellowing his name out in cackle and gyrations. Seromine glances at the Andy D scarecrow, looking it up and down while Destiny rakes her black painted fingernails across the faux International Title that is around his waist.
“Gold now shines in my direction like rays of the sun, only I AM the solar eclipse that will blot it out. Andy D’s championship days are on a New Year’s countdown. When the clock strikes twelve, a NEW International champion shall be crowned in PCW!”
Destiny violently rips the title off, as Seromine sends the straw body through his brainwashed friends and straight into the fire. It erupts in bright orange and yellows before calming back down. Upon the body hitting the fire, the dancing fools sway their body away and then swing back in the direction of the pit, chanting “BURN ANDY BURN!” in unison. Seromine orders everyone to remain still as he and Destiny stand opposite the Justin Kaard straw man.
“In our first encounter, Andy has a partner in a former World Champion and “Adrenaline King.” My foes for one-ninety five are no strangers to MY partner in the match. The Man. The Legend. One of the very few I respect, Phinehas GRIMM!”
"Hangtown Horror! Lord of Misrule! Grimm. Grimm! GRIMM!!"
“Another Justin set to fail in my path. OUR road. Both Kaard and Andy are speedy daredevils. Crash test dummies who know no better than to be flashy. This shall NOT be an easy victory to obtain. I too, have speed to burn. But so choose not to expend in moves fit for a circus act. The successes of the opposition are NOT to be underestimated. These two were foes in a triple threat with him...but now will join forces to thwart PCW’s boogeyman and The Anti-Humanity Prophet of Evil!”
Seromine looks towards Destiny, giving her a slight nod. She spins her head around in the direction of the group, her braided pig tails spinning across her Rattlesnake mask in the process. “Sister Reverie. Tonight is your celebration of birth. Take this gift from us as a token of wishing you happiness and sacrifice him to the pit!”
The energetic and Pig mask wearing Reverie, separates herself from the group as she bounces over to her leaders. First she curtsies to Destiny and then receives kisses to both sides of her face. Then she walks over to do the same to Seromine, who leans down to kiss her on the crown of her head. Reverie turns around to receive the Justin Kaard mock. The five harbingers step aside as she heaves it onto the remains of Andy D’s scarecrow. Applause from all blend with the crackling wood as the group chant, “ASHES TO ASHES KAARD!”
That continues to be the words of the night as Seromine and Destiny start walking back towards their home, leaving the harbingers to celebrate Reverie’s night.