Post by Joka on May 22, 2015 18:54:07 GMT -5
Darren "Monster" Silvaira stands towering over Dr. Klein as the dim light of a candle illuminates the page that the good doctor is holding. Monster shows little shock but the doctor stares at the page with dread. The doctor followed Monster to the secret headquarters and home of the Clown of PCW located in Grey Court, South Carolina. The Joka doesn't seem to be anywhere around as the behemoth and the doctor stand looking at a pile of papers with very much the same sort of
psychotic ramblings.
Dr. Klein: I told him to start writing out his feeling but I never imagined...
Monster: You didn't think this would happen.
Dr. Klein: He is certifiable...
Monster: I wonder what would have happened if you had told him to take up knitting or gardening.
Dr. Klein cracks a smile along with Monster but the moment of levity is soon forgotten about as both of them perk up to a sudden noise coming from down the long corridor of the abandoned tunnel. The noise is reminiscent of a small scratch along metal. One could mistaken it for a rat if it had been followed by the distinctive squeak of the rodent. The flashlight that Monster is holding does nothing to alleviate the overwhelming darkness of the long access hallway. Dr. Klein moves closer and then sees a page lying on the ground. The word 'death' is scribbled numerous times on the loose journal page in erratic patterns.
Dr. Klein: I only have to deal with him for about an hour a week. How do you do it for anymore than that.
Monster looks up from staring into the darkness and his head tilts down slightly as he looks back at Joka's therapist. Dr. Klein keeps staring at the page, oblivious the subtle sadness in the big mans eyes.
Monster: He... I owe it to him..
Dr. Klein: How do you... owe it to him?
Monster: He saved my life.
Dr. Klein: How did he save... your life?
Monster: It was right after his former manager, Christina De La Cruz, died tragically.
Dr. Klein, looking surprised, finally looks up from the journal page and turns around to listen to Monsters story.
Monster: It was a long time ago... when we were all in Great Wrestling Action. Byron was a lot happier back then, especially when his cousin 'Tina showed up. She took over manager duties for me and that's when Joka apointed me as CEO of his company.
Dr. Klein: Sounds like you control all of his assets.
Monster: Joka has never had a problem with living... below his means. If it isn't this... it would probably be the ceiling or in some cellar.
Dr. Klein: So how did young Christina die?
Monster turns all the way around, having only been telling the story from behind his back. The good doctor is taken aback as the look on Darrens face says it all before he would have a chance to speak it.
Monster: Joka... killed her.
Dr. Klein: Byron... is a murderer?
Monster: No. Byron has never killed and will never kill. Joka killed her!
Monster spits as he speaks the name and shows a side of him rarely seen on camera at PCW events. His rage no longer being contained as he grinds his teeth.
Monster: Christina and I... fell in love. When Byron found out... he went black... and out came Joka. Joka was incensed. Joka lost it and...
Dr. Klein: How... how in the hell do you continue to follow... continue to stay friends with this man?
Monster: He saved me. Minha herança brasileira não vai me permitir. A debt is owed. Besides... Byron is in there somewhere; my best friend is in there still.
The conversation ends with a long pause and the doctor continues looking at the pages on the floor. One peticuliar one catches his eye and he reaches down slowly to pick it up.
Dr. Klein: What do you think... it means?
Monster moves in closer and inspects the drawing. The blood red skull inside the black hand may not have much significance to Dr. Klein but Darren Silvaira, having managed Joka's run in PCW and been ringside at all of his matches, knows all too well.
Monster: The Black Hand... they have a tendency to mark their victims with a black palm print. Well Joka has a mark too. Joka has put the skull in the middle of the hand.
Dr. Klein: As far as I knew, Joka was up against Non Compos Mentis...
Monster: He is... but if he wins he has to face either Wright or Michaels. Wright is Black Hand.
Dr. Klein: Why would he be going after the Black Hand.
Monster: This probably doesn't mean anything. You told him to write out his feelings. Joka gets bored easily... and tends to wander off.
Dr. Klein: Or it could mean he has plans to go... "after" them.
Dr. Klein, enunciating and exaggerating the last part of his sentence, begins looking down at the pile of papers again. Monster sees a certain page and picks it up. It's a conversation that Joka is seemingly having with himself, one talking in red and the other in black.
Hate em!
Hate who?
Hate you!
Hate me?
Yes... you. And also him.
You hate everybody!
I don't hate you...
Yes you do! You just told me you hate me!
DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!
The page looks ripped in half and Monster begins searching around for the other half as Dr. Klein sits down in a chair with a notebook in his hands. After digging around in the pile, Monster finds several more pages that look to be Joka having a conversation with himself.
I don't know what to do. Stormm will pay! Gem will pay! Everyone will pay!
Everyone will pay. On that day they'll pay... they'll pay! Everyone will play! Play all day!
Why are you... rhyming???
Why are you talking while you're writing?
I'LL KILL YOU!
That's what you said you'd do... but you didn't do it at all.
Says who?
Says me... and you!
I have a question. Why are you writing with your left hand?
Because you picked the right one... and I ain't got much options here.
Are you a lefty?
No... I'm a right hand. I write with my right hand. Mah right hand. Right hand... Write hand... Wright hand. Wright Hand. Hand.
Hand?
Hand. Hand. Black haaaaaaaaa
Monster again comes to a portion of the journal page ripped off of the bottom, keeping secret the rest of the conversation. Monster grabs a handfull of the pages as Dr. Klein begins studying the intact journal he was able to retrieve from the pile. Monster flips to the next page.
Oh Gem. And what a gem she is. She has it. She has the possibility. She has the tasty possibility.
Tasting possibility?
Tasting... now that ain't a bad idea.
Don't scar the poor girl!
Ya know what they say. What doesn't kill you is gonna leave a scar.
I'm JUST a painting that's still wet. If you touch me I'll be smeared and you'll be stained for the rest of your life. What if she won't do it?
There are others. I saw the vision but I can't see who the killer is.
It's not her...
It could be her...
Monster is shaken by the words he reads as Dr Klein begins reading out loud from the current journal of the Tha Joka.
Dr. Klein: "Joka's Journal: 5-22-15"
Monster: That's today...
