Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2013 23:24:28 GMT -5
Waylon Cash's eyes are closed, but he feels only hard ground beneath his back. He knows something isn't right, but is slow to open his eyes. When he does, the first thing he notices is that he is no longer in his hotel room. He is not in any room. He would say he is outside, but it appears the sky above him has been turned into a raging fire. It glows orange, turning everything below a dull red. Waylon looks around, and sees that he is laying on a bed of what looks to be bright red rock. Slowly, he rise to his feet, and walks over to the edge of the plateau. He looks down at the ground far below, to see a horrific sight. Numerous people are being poked and prodded by disgusting looking creatures, with long tails, and several arms. They blink they're multiple eyes as they whip, and stab at their charges. The screams of the victims drifts upward, and begins to grow louder. It eventually reaches such a volume, that Waylon collapses to the ground, clutching his hands over his ears. This does little to drown out the shrieking. Waylon begs for them to stop, but he can't be heard.
Suddenly, the hard ground beneath him begins to give way. He forgets about the noise, and scrambles not to fall through the crumbling rock, but it is inevitable. He is swallowed into the earth, and begins a free fall into what seems like a bottomless void. Wind rushes by him, as he flails, trying to grab onto anything he can. He finds nothing. He lets out a scream, that echoes off of the nothingness, and rings back in his ears. He thinks he hears laughter afterword, but is distracted by his body falling faster and faster through the darkness. Without warning, the ground flies up and smashes into Waylon, knocking every ounce of air from his lungs. He gasps desperately, trying to regain his breath. He feels as if he may suffocate. Eventually, he catches his breath, and notices that he is sitting on top of a giant mound of white powder. He tries to yell, and ask no one in particular what is happening, but the words won't leave his throat. He doesn't notice when the powder beneath him begins to develop a sinkhole. The powder swirls downward, disappearing, and taking Waylon's legs with it.
Once he notices his legs have been encased in the powder, he tries to scratch and claw, but finds himself unable to stop his descent. The powder is up to his stomach now, pressing hard against his body as it swallows him. Once it reaches his shoulders, he can no longer move his arms. He can only wait to be buried alive. The powder covers his head, making its way into his nose, and down his throat. It chokes him, as he feels himself sinking deeper. No oxygen is available beneath the mound. Waylon panics, but is completely unable to move. The burning pain fills his lungs, as he tries to cry out, but fails painfully. It burns his eyes, but hope replaces the fear, as Waylon feels his legs begin to emerge. He can move his lower half freely now, as he hangs down. Eventually, he drops from his tomb, and gulps in lungful, after lungful of delicious air.
When he gets a chance to look around, he sees nothing but red at first. The ground below him is hard rock again. His eyes go wide as they fall on his fiance, Roxxanne Savage, hanging from a crucifix. He starts to run towards her, but stops when he notices the blissful smile across her face. She is dressed in a flowing, white gown, and no bloods comes from the wounds made by the nails holding her in place.
Roxxy:I'm just fine Tex.
Waylon tries to speak, but again finds that the words refuse to come. It is then that he hears a familiar voice booming through the open space.
Scott:She's telling the truth, Waylon. Everything is just fine down here. No worries, no responsibilities, no NvL... yet. Stay here. No reason to go back to that wretched world.
With a look of utter confusion, Waylon shakes his head back and forth.
Roxxy:Don't go, Waylon. Stay. Stay here, with me.
Waylon closes his eyes, and the dream disappears. He is bolt upright in his hotel bed, sweat pouring down his face. He opens his eyes, and breathes a sigh of relief, as he is back within the confines of the peach colored walls. In the commotion, Roxxanne wakes up, and rolls over to face her fiance.
Roxxy:What's going on baby? You okay?
Waylon:Yeah, yeah I'm okay. Just a bad dream. Nothin' to worry about.
The wrestler flops backward onto his pillow, and stares up at the textured ceiling. The dream has already mostly vanished from his memory, but the uneasy feeling remains in full force. He tries to swallow it, but it won't leave.
Waylon:I think I'm gonna take a walk though.
Waylon swings his legs to the side, and sets his feet on the carpet, as he slides his crumpled blue jeans over his lower half.
Roxxy:Okay baby. You want me to come with?
Waylon:Naw babe, get some sleep. I won't be out long.
Waylon steps out the door, shirtless and shoeless, and makes his way down the hall. They're on the first floor, so it's not a long walk before Waylon finds himself stepping into the large room that houses the hotel pool. The cold stone beneath his feet is a welcome comfort, as he steps to the edge of the water, and takes a seat. His feet dangle, submerged beneath the cold water. As he sits there, he fondles the small, glass jar in his pocket, and argues violently with himself. The urge draws him in, demanding that he take out the jar. Eventually, he does so, and begins to unscrew the cap. At that moment, he hears the door behind him open, and shoves the vial back into his jeans. As he turns around, he sees Roxxanne walking toward him.
Roxxy:It seemed like something was wrong. I figured I'd come see what was up.
Waylon:I'll be alright. I just needed to clear my head.
She gently lowers herself to sit next to the man, and set her own bare feet in the water next to his. She wraps her arms around his right bicep, and rests her head on his shoulder. For a few moment, they sit in silence, staring out onto the rippling water. Roxxanne is the first to break the silence.
Roxxy:It wasn't always this complicated. Remember? Back when you guys were still training? I'd give anything to go back there. Everything was so much easier. Days in the gym, nights out on the town, being stupid kids. Those were some good times.
Waylon:Wasn't too fond of gettin' my ass kicked in the openin' match every night, but I know what you mean. It was nice not havin' to worry about some psycho burnin' down my fuckin' house.
Roxxy:Baby-
Waylon:I know it's just a trailer, but I lived there my whole life. This ain't just some house to me, it's my whole life, and now it's gone. I feel like I lost my whole past.
Roxxy:Oh baby, you didn't lose it. You past is what made you the wonderful man you are today. The house, and the things, those don't matter. What matters is you, and me, and the fact that we're together. That's all I care about.
Waylon:I know...
Roxxy places a gentle kiss on his cheek, as they sit and stare at the pool. Time passes them by without their notice. Neither of them remembers how long they stayed at the edge of the water together, but when they leave, the sun has begun to peak above the horizon line. They make their way back to the room, and fall asleep in each other's arms, as the sun peaks in through the curtains.
___ _ _ _ __ _____
Waylon sits cross legged, atop a small, black platform, dressed in a long, ceremonial robe. Scott Savage paces around him, but that is the only thing Waylon can see. Only one candle lights the scene. The rest of the room sits in complete darkness, giving the illusion of infinity.
Scott:You are ready, Waylon. You have become hardened, and calloused, just like you wanted. You have become fearless, and uncaring, just as you wished. My training has turned you into a remorseless killing machine. Everything has gone according to plan, and now you are ready to fully vanquish your enemies. You are ready to strike with all the force of a tornado, and only half the compassion. You must use this power to the best of your abilities, and to the greatest of your aspirations.
Waylon nods, as Scott produces a large, silver goblet, filled with red liquid. Savage dips his finger in, and begins painting something on Waylon's forehead. He starts with a circle, and in the center of it paints an upside down star.
Scott:You are now part of a noble brotherhood. You were damned, but have been reborn. You were lost, but the shepherd of the great has found you once again. You, my child, are destined for the highest of heights, but first you must destroy that which weighs you down. Nathan von Liebert is a pathetic, shiftless vandal. He exists for no other purpose than to destroy that which others have built. He is the worst kind of scum, and must be eradicated. It falls upon you, Waylon Cash, to destroy this man with all the fury that he has destroyed so many other things. Remember, he is the one that hurt Phantasm. He is the one that put Franky in a coma. He kidnapped your fiance, and burned down your home! He is a cancer, and you are the cure. Do you understand?
Waylon nods, but remains silent.
Scott:Good. Now, before that happens, you have a trial run. The Ninja, and Vengeance. Fitting name, considering your quest. When you look at these tow men, you must see Nathan's face. Your every action must move you toward the goal of showing NvL that he made a huge mistake. He picked the wrong man to mess with, and I want him to see it etched into the agony on the faces of your opponents. Genesis is superior to any group out there right now. I know it, you know, and now it's time to show the world. Go out this week, and help Franky crush the Rebellion. Destroy them that your enemies may see your victory, and live in fear.
Waylon nods again, this time a sadistic smile crossing his face.
Scott:Stand, my brother.
Waylon sets his feet on the floor, and stand up, immediately to be embraced by a heavy hug from his manager.
Scott:I can see it in your eyes. You are going to make every single one of your opponents question why they got into this business... I'm proud of you. Now, I leave you alone to meditate. Soak in the lessons of the last couple months. Let them become part of who you are. Prepare yourself for battle. We drink from the skulls of our enemies tonight.
Scott blows out the single candle, and leave the room, letting Waylon sit alone, in total darkness.
Suddenly, the hard ground beneath him begins to give way. He forgets about the noise, and scrambles not to fall through the crumbling rock, but it is inevitable. He is swallowed into the earth, and begins a free fall into what seems like a bottomless void. Wind rushes by him, as he flails, trying to grab onto anything he can. He finds nothing. He lets out a scream, that echoes off of the nothingness, and rings back in his ears. He thinks he hears laughter afterword, but is distracted by his body falling faster and faster through the darkness. Without warning, the ground flies up and smashes into Waylon, knocking every ounce of air from his lungs. He gasps desperately, trying to regain his breath. He feels as if he may suffocate. Eventually, he catches his breath, and notices that he is sitting on top of a giant mound of white powder. He tries to yell, and ask no one in particular what is happening, but the words won't leave his throat. He doesn't notice when the powder beneath him begins to develop a sinkhole. The powder swirls downward, disappearing, and taking Waylon's legs with it.
Once he notices his legs have been encased in the powder, he tries to scratch and claw, but finds himself unable to stop his descent. The powder is up to his stomach now, pressing hard against his body as it swallows him. Once it reaches his shoulders, he can no longer move his arms. He can only wait to be buried alive. The powder covers his head, making its way into his nose, and down his throat. It chokes him, as he feels himself sinking deeper. No oxygen is available beneath the mound. Waylon panics, but is completely unable to move. The burning pain fills his lungs, as he tries to cry out, but fails painfully. It burns his eyes, but hope replaces the fear, as Waylon feels his legs begin to emerge. He can move his lower half freely now, as he hangs down. Eventually, he drops from his tomb, and gulps in lungful, after lungful of delicious air.
When he gets a chance to look around, he sees nothing but red at first. The ground below him is hard rock again. His eyes go wide as they fall on his fiance, Roxxanne Savage, hanging from a crucifix. He starts to run towards her, but stops when he notices the blissful smile across her face. She is dressed in a flowing, white gown, and no bloods comes from the wounds made by the nails holding her in place.
Roxxy:I'm just fine Tex.
Waylon tries to speak, but again finds that the words refuse to come. It is then that he hears a familiar voice booming through the open space.
Scott:She's telling the truth, Waylon. Everything is just fine down here. No worries, no responsibilities, no NvL... yet. Stay here. No reason to go back to that wretched world.
With a look of utter confusion, Waylon shakes his head back and forth.
Roxxy:Don't go, Waylon. Stay. Stay here, with me.
Waylon closes his eyes, and the dream disappears. He is bolt upright in his hotel bed, sweat pouring down his face. He opens his eyes, and breathes a sigh of relief, as he is back within the confines of the peach colored walls. In the commotion, Roxxanne wakes up, and rolls over to face her fiance.
Roxxy:What's going on baby? You okay?
Waylon:Yeah, yeah I'm okay. Just a bad dream. Nothin' to worry about.
The wrestler flops backward onto his pillow, and stares up at the textured ceiling. The dream has already mostly vanished from his memory, but the uneasy feeling remains in full force. He tries to swallow it, but it won't leave.
Waylon:I think I'm gonna take a walk though.
Waylon swings his legs to the side, and sets his feet on the carpet, as he slides his crumpled blue jeans over his lower half.
Roxxy:Okay baby. You want me to come with?
Waylon:Naw babe, get some sleep. I won't be out long.
Waylon steps out the door, shirtless and shoeless, and makes his way down the hall. They're on the first floor, so it's not a long walk before Waylon finds himself stepping into the large room that houses the hotel pool. The cold stone beneath his feet is a welcome comfort, as he steps to the edge of the water, and takes a seat. His feet dangle, submerged beneath the cold water. As he sits there, he fondles the small, glass jar in his pocket, and argues violently with himself. The urge draws him in, demanding that he take out the jar. Eventually, he does so, and begins to unscrew the cap. At that moment, he hears the door behind him open, and shoves the vial back into his jeans. As he turns around, he sees Roxxanne walking toward him.
Roxxy:It seemed like something was wrong. I figured I'd come see what was up.
Waylon:I'll be alright. I just needed to clear my head.
She gently lowers herself to sit next to the man, and set her own bare feet in the water next to his. She wraps her arms around his right bicep, and rests her head on his shoulder. For a few moment, they sit in silence, staring out onto the rippling water. Roxxanne is the first to break the silence.
Roxxy:It wasn't always this complicated. Remember? Back when you guys were still training? I'd give anything to go back there. Everything was so much easier. Days in the gym, nights out on the town, being stupid kids. Those were some good times.
Waylon:Wasn't too fond of gettin' my ass kicked in the openin' match every night, but I know what you mean. It was nice not havin' to worry about some psycho burnin' down my fuckin' house.
Roxxy:Baby-
Waylon:I know it's just a trailer, but I lived there my whole life. This ain't just some house to me, it's my whole life, and now it's gone. I feel like I lost my whole past.
Roxxy:Oh baby, you didn't lose it. You past is what made you the wonderful man you are today. The house, and the things, those don't matter. What matters is you, and me, and the fact that we're together. That's all I care about.
Waylon:I know...
Roxxy places a gentle kiss on his cheek, as they sit and stare at the pool. Time passes them by without their notice. Neither of them remembers how long they stayed at the edge of the water together, but when they leave, the sun has begun to peak above the horizon line. They make their way back to the room, and fall asleep in each other's arms, as the sun peaks in through the curtains.
___ _ _ _ __ _____
Waylon sits cross legged, atop a small, black platform, dressed in a long, ceremonial robe. Scott Savage paces around him, but that is the only thing Waylon can see. Only one candle lights the scene. The rest of the room sits in complete darkness, giving the illusion of infinity.
Scott:You are ready, Waylon. You have become hardened, and calloused, just like you wanted. You have become fearless, and uncaring, just as you wished. My training has turned you into a remorseless killing machine. Everything has gone according to plan, and now you are ready to fully vanquish your enemies. You are ready to strike with all the force of a tornado, and only half the compassion. You must use this power to the best of your abilities, and to the greatest of your aspirations.
Waylon nods, as Scott produces a large, silver goblet, filled with red liquid. Savage dips his finger in, and begins painting something on Waylon's forehead. He starts with a circle, and in the center of it paints an upside down star.
Scott:You are now part of a noble brotherhood. You were damned, but have been reborn. You were lost, but the shepherd of the great has found you once again. You, my child, are destined for the highest of heights, but first you must destroy that which weighs you down. Nathan von Liebert is a pathetic, shiftless vandal. He exists for no other purpose than to destroy that which others have built. He is the worst kind of scum, and must be eradicated. It falls upon you, Waylon Cash, to destroy this man with all the fury that he has destroyed so many other things. Remember, he is the one that hurt Phantasm. He is the one that put Franky in a coma. He kidnapped your fiance, and burned down your home! He is a cancer, and you are the cure. Do you understand?
Waylon nods, but remains silent.
Scott:Good. Now, before that happens, you have a trial run. The Ninja, and Vengeance. Fitting name, considering your quest. When you look at these tow men, you must see Nathan's face. Your every action must move you toward the goal of showing NvL that he made a huge mistake. He picked the wrong man to mess with, and I want him to see it etched into the agony on the faces of your opponents. Genesis is superior to any group out there right now. I know it, you know, and now it's time to show the world. Go out this week, and help Franky crush the Rebellion. Destroy them that your enemies may see your victory, and live in fear.
Waylon nods again, this time a sadistic smile crossing his face.
Scott:Stand, my brother.
Waylon sets his feet on the floor, and stand up, immediately to be embraced by a heavy hug from his manager.
Scott:I can see it in your eyes. You are going to make every single one of your opponents question why they got into this business... I'm proud of you. Now, I leave you alone to meditate. Soak in the lessons of the last couple months. Let them become part of who you are. Prepare yourself for battle. We drink from the skulls of our enemies tonight.
Scott blows out the single candle, and leave the room, letting Waylon sit alone, in total darkness.
