Post by Mr. Showtime on May 19, 2014 13:05:20 GMT -5
The Wryght estate glows with bright orangish light. It looks like a fiery castle, especially in the gloomy coastal region of New Jersey. A fog has rolled in making it all the more ominous. It’s late and the night has become eerily dark, as the grounds have grown soggy and muddy. A foot slops down into one of the many puddles and sinks deep with a squish.
“Mr. Showtime” Michael Wryght crouches in the muck and the mire, contemplating his next move. It has been some time since he’s returned to the home. Rather than a warm homecoming, he’s come for other reasons.
The confusion of who he really is has only become worse. The idea that he is Phinehas Grimm is thoroughly implanted in his mind. An optimist would have seen his weeks of almost breaking into his old self as progress, but looking at him now they’d never have guessed.
He lays and waits for a sign. Any movement of what he has come to accomplish on the dreary night. He thought it queer that he knew exactly how to slip passed the guards. One edge of the estate has a hidden security gate. At first, the fact that he knew the numeric pin bothered him, which was brushed off as just being able to think like Showtime. He scoffed and called Showtime a predictable twat.
Obviously he knows the pin because he is actually Showtime. Though that isn’t a thought that he would entertain on this night, because tonight is special. It’s the sweet act of revenge that he is waiting for and Showtime is going to pay for the things that he’s put him through.
As he waits for some movement his mind trails off to other matters he has at hand. “The Icemann Invitation Tournament” has started and he is ready to make a splash.
“Think of how the legacy of Phinehas Grimm grows with a victory,” Showtime says allowed. His smirk fading just knowing that Showtime switched their names to confuse him further. Now he would probably have to go through the entire tournament under Wryght’s moniker. Though it makes no difference. Everyone would know who the true victor is, and it is satisfying to know that Showtime didn’t have the chops to get past Murdoc in the first round.
“If it were Phinehas Grimm facing Murdoc he’d have clearly been victorious,” again he says aloud, whispering into the wind. He will have his chance though, but only after he disposes of Rick Majors. He scoffs under his breath as his blood lust warms his chest. Last Trauma he needed to rely on Majors as an ally, but this week would be much different.
It’s strange that the desire to hurt Majors is appealing to him. He shakes it off as just the growing excitement of revenge that was right before him. Neither man held animosity towards the other. Sure they have had a few battles in the past, but nothing to cause malice.
Showtime and Majors on the other hand have had their fair share of squabbles. If he recalled correctly, Showtime has been down right disrespectful to Majors in the past. He’s bailed on high profile pay-per-view matches and have come right out said that Majors doesn’t matter. Minor insults didn’t compare to the anguish Showtime has caused him, but either way Majors would be next.
Majors can be your sacrifice
“I already have one and this one Showtime will never forgive himself.”
A statement that couldn’t be any more true. He’d never be able to forgive Phinehas Grimm either, but Showtime would be the guilty party. His mouth watered with anticipation as the voice creeps back into his mind.
There doesn’t have to be just one. This can be the beginning of great things. Horrific things, but great. It will start here only to continue with Majors, then Murdoc. Others will fall into line, until you alone stand above the carnage. Show Wryght the repercussions of his ways. Destroy him from within before you mutilate him on the surface.
There is a flash of movement across the main floor window, causing the hairs on Showtime’s neck to stand straight. He has been preparing himself all day for this, but at the sight of Perfection it all changes. The desire of revenge is shifted to longing. Something deep inside of him felt almost like love. But that is ridiculous.
The feeling didn’t make any sense. Never has Phinehas Grimm made a move on Perfection over the years of them standing in opposite corners. Countless times she has stuck her pretty face in the way of Grimm destroying Showtime. She has cost him countless matches with her and Showtime’s schemes. It didn’t make any sense.
These are not your feelings Phinehas. These are the feelings of a poisoned mind. These are Showtime’s thoughts that are festering your psyche. This is why you are here.
“This isn’t right,” Showtime meekly says. “These feelings are too real. I don’t think I can…”
These are the weak words of Michael Wryght, not that of the fearless Phinehas Grimm. He has destroyed your mind, Phinehas. Now it is time for you to destroy something of his. The time is now, and only you can give Showtime what he truly deserves.
“You are right,” Showtime replies, hanging his head in shame. A single tear streaks down his face as he begins the ripple through the flooded grounds. Just as he he’s about to break through the brush Perfection stops in front of the window. Her eyes are red and puffy as she stares out into the darkness. She is searching for answers, not knowing that the question is yards away.
Perfection, Majors, Murdoc and the list will go on until none are left to stand in our way. Finally, Mr. Showtime will be the last that we destroy.
Too bad for him this is real life, because at least in the stories loves saves all.
Too bad the villains must pay for their transgressions, and it will take a lot more than love to save Perfection now.
“Mr. Showtime” Michael Wryght crouches in the muck and the mire, contemplating his next move. It has been some time since he’s returned to the home. Rather than a warm homecoming, he’s come for other reasons.
The confusion of who he really is has only become worse. The idea that he is Phinehas Grimm is thoroughly implanted in his mind. An optimist would have seen his weeks of almost breaking into his old self as progress, but looking at him now they’d never have guessed.
He lays and waits for a sign. Any movement of what he has come to accomplish on the dreary night. He thought it queer that he knew exactly how to slip passed the guards. One edge of the estate has a hidden security gate. At first, the fact that he knew the numeric pin bothered him, which was brushed off as just being able to think like Showtime. He scoffed and called Showtime a predictable twat.
Obviously he knows the pin because he is actually Showtime. Though that isn’t a thought that he would entertain on this night, because tonight is special. It’s the sweet act of revenge that he is waiting for and Showtime is going to pay for the things that he’s put him through.
As he waits for some movement his mind trails off to other matters he has at hand. “The Icemann Invitation Tournament” has started and he is ready to make a splash.
“Think of how the legacy of Phinehas Grimm grows with a victory,” Showtime says allowed. His smirk fading just knowing that Showtime switched their names to confuse him further. Now he would probably have to go through the entire tournament under Wryght’s moniker. Though it makes no difference. Everyone would know who the true victor is, and it is satisfying to know that Showtime didn’t have the chops to get past Murdoc in the first round.
“If it were Phinehas Grimm facing Murdoc he’d have clearly been victorious,” again he says aloud, whispering into the wind. He will have his chance though, but only after he disposes of Rick Majors. He scoffs under his breath as his blood lust warms his chest. Last Trauma he needed to rely on Majors as an ally, but this week would be much different.
It’s strange that the desire to hurt Majors is appealing to him. He shakes it off as just the growing excitement of revenge that was right before him. Neither man held animosity towards the other. Sure they have had a few battles in the past, but nothing to cause malice.
Showtime and Majors on the other hand have had their fair share of squabbles. If he recalled correctly, Showtime has been down right disrespectful to Majors in the past. He’s bailed on high profile pay-per-view matches and have come right out said that Majors doesn’t matter. Minor insults didn’t compare to the anguish Showtime has caused him, but either way Majors would be next.
Majors can be your sacrifice
“I already have one and this one Showtime will never forgive himself.”
A statement that couldn’t be any more true. He’d never be able to forgive Phinehas Grimm either, but Showtime would be the guilty party. His mouth watered with anticipation as the voice creeps back into his mind.
There doesn’t have to be just one. This can be the beginning of great things. Horrific things, but great. It will start here only to continue with Majors, then Murdoc. Others will fall into line, until you alone stand above the carnage. Show Wryght the repercussions of his ways. Destroy him from within before you mutilate him on the surface.
There is a flash of movement across the main floor window, causing the hairs on Showtime’s neck to stand straight. He has been preparing himself all day for this, but at the sight of Perfection it all changes. The desire of revenge is shifted to longing. Something deep inside of him felt almost like love. But that is ridiculous.
The feeling didn’t make any sense. Never has Phinehas Grimm made a move on Perfection over the years of them standing in opposite corners. Countless times she has stuck her pretty face in the way of Grimm destroying Showtime. She has cost him countless matches with her and Showtime’s schemes. It didn’t make any sense.
These are not your feelings Phinehas. These are the feelings of a poisoned mind. These are Showtime’s thoughts that are festering your psyche. This is why you are here.
“This isn’t right,” Showtime meekly says. “These feelings are too real. I don’t think I can…”
These are the weak words of Michael Wryght, not that of the fearless Phinehas Grimm. He has destroyed your mind, Phinehas. Now it is time for you to destroy something of his. The time is now, and only you can give Showtime what he truly deserves.
“You are right,” Showtime replies, hanging his head in shame. A single tear streaks down his face as he begins the ripple through the flooded grounds. Just as he he’s about to break through the brush Perfection stops in front of the window. Her eyes are red and puffy as she stares out into the darkness. She is searching for answers, not knowing that the question is yards away.
Perfection, Majors, Murdoc and the list will go on until none are left to stand in our way. Finally, Mr. Showtime will be the last that we destroy.
Too bad for him this is real life, because at least in the stories loves saves all.
Too bad the villains must pay for their transgressions, and it will take a lot more than love to save Perfection now.
