Post by Tyler Debonair on Apr 4, 2018 14:07:14 GMT -5
.::Sunday, April 1st, 2018. Somewhere and nowhere... Tyler sits in the middle of circular stone structure not unlike the heads on Easter Island, ironically yet unintentionally. The time isn't relevant as we are where it doesn't exist, but moments do, all at once. Tyler has his legs folded under one another, hands upon his lap like a Yogi as he takes deep, methodical breaths in through his nose and out through his mouth.
Suddenly, huge booms begin to resonate around the structure, his name echoes on the air around him. It doesn’t sound like thunder, more what Jack may have heard behind him as he bolted for the top of the beanstalk in the child's fable... It begins to get closer but softer, eventually breaking Tyler's concentration...
His eyes snap open and we find him sat on a fold up chair in a dressing room in the Amway Center, Orlando. The sound comes from the door, Abe Greenberg behind it calling his name. He looks up at the clock seeing it's just after eight and hears the tell-tale signs in the arena that Slam has now begun. He opens the door to Abe who looks slightly out of breath but excited as he shuffles past Tyler who shuts the door behind him::.
Suddenly, huge booms begin to resonate around the structure, his name echoes on the air around him. It doesn’t sound like thunder, more what Jack may have heard behind him as he bolted for the top of the beanstalk in the child's fable... It begins to get closer but softer, eventually breaking Tyler's concentration...
His eyes snap open and we find him sat on a fold up chair in a dressing room in the Amway Center, Orlando. The sound comes from the door, Abe Greenberg behind it calling his name. He looks up at the clock seeing it's just after eight and hears the tell-tale signs in the arena that Slam has now begun. He opens the door to Abe who looks slightly out of breath but excited as he shuffles past Tyler who shuts the door behind him::.
Tyler: "What's up, Abe?"
Abe: "You've not seen what's happened out there?"
Tyler: "No, I've been meditating. The show's ten minutes old, what could have happened in that time?!"
Abe: "It's Corey Black! He's here... He's back... He's, he's... The owner of the WCF!"
.::Tyler raises an eyebrow, sits back down and looks at Abe, trying to figure out what he's getting at. He shrugs and shakes his head::.
Tyler: "Ok, well?? What's happening?!"
Abe: "He just stripped Hayes of his Internet title!"
Tyler: "Wait, what?!"
Abe: "AND the People's title! But he's replaced them with the Television title..."
Tyler: "Ok... I can sense something coming here so, continue..."
Abe: "Your match tonight, with Hayes. It's a Television title match!"
.::Tyler just sits there, mouth slightly agape, staring at the floor... The scene begins to perform what can only be described as the wobbly flashback outro from "Wayne's World" as we slowly fade out...
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...Monday, April 2nd, 2018. The wobbly effect comes back into focus and we find ourselves no longer in the Amway Center dressing room, but a hotel room in Orlando. Tyler is still sat with mouth agape but now he's sat on the bed, staring down at the WCF Television title with his cell phone in hand, talking into it::.
Tyler: "I... I can't believe I managed to pull it off, I'm the WCF T.V Champ in only my third ever match in the promotion!"
.::We can hear Stephanie chewing on a slice of pizza from the local deli on the other end of the phone, sounding excited::.
Stephanie: "What's not to believe babe? You need to have more faith in yourself! Hayes went into the match knowing full well not to overlook you, the match was fair game. He had X in the building if he really needed him, the Sisters of the Saint too. You beat him and you deserve that belt!"
Tyler: ”I deserved the win, Steph… The Television title is another story though. I’ve been in the WCF for less than a month and I’m already holding a belt?! This was never the plan yet.”
Stephanie: ”Which just goes to show you exactly how deserving you are… You need to understand that Ty’ you are better than you give yourself credit for! Besides, you get to prove your worth over again anyway…”
Tyler: ”What do you mean, babe?”
Stephanie: ”They’ve just announced the card, for Slam next week. You’ll be giving Hayes another go-around for the T.V title.”
.::Something warm and tingly begins to make its way from Tyler’s hips and kidneys, to the center of his body and up his spine, growing ever hotter around his pineal gland. He smiles awkwardly to himself, as the tingling sensation envelopes his head and he realises what’s happening::.
Tyler: ”Wow, okay… I knew he’d get his rematch but I had no idea it would be so quickly… Listen, Steph it’s almost one in the morning and I’m beginning to get a migraine, I’m gonna hop off here and I’ll speak to you tomorrow okay?”
.::The couple say goodnight and Tyler places his phone on the bedside table, before situating a pillow behind him and positioning himself in a specific way; placing his hands, folded, onto his stomach and closing his eyes…
…It doesn’t take long before Tyler’s eyes open again and he sits up on the bed. Still fully clothed, he comes to the realisation that he has fallen asleep during meditation and chuckles at himself. He hears a noise and looks over at the corner of the room towards the door instantly recognising the silhouette standing there::.
Tyler: ”Addu, is that you?”
Addu: ”It is, Tyler Debonair…”
.::Addu makes his way forward, towards the bed as Tyler begins to stand up and approaching the window of the hotel room, looking into the night sky::.
Tyler: ”Why is it, you always seem to come to me only when I am dreaming?”
Addu: ”I do not, for you aren’t dreaming right now… Look behind you, at the bed.”
.::Tyler stifles, but does as Addu suggests and slowly begins to turn around. Shocked and dumbfounded, he seems himself; or at least his corporal form, lying fully clothed on top of the bed covers still as he left himself. His eyes closed, hands folded onto his stomach and looking at peace::.
Tyler: ”Astral projection?”
Addu: ”Astral Projection… At the moment, the only way we can have these conversations without Enki or Nintu knowing we’re doing so.”
Tyler: ”Are they really that put out by us conversing?”
Addu: ”Oh no, we’re allowed to converse… They’re just worried that I’m…
Tyler: ”Worried that you’re what? Addu??”
.::Addu’s voice begins to slowly fade out, just as the dark room becomes a bright, rock-pool area, with a waterfall and what Tyler notices as clear emerald waters. He looks around him in awe, unfazed but at the same time struck with wonder, before the hot sensation in his pineal gland once again begins to send a vibe around his head and down his spinal cord. Trying to shake it off, Tyler bemoans the fact he’s still trying to get rid of this migraine and as he does so he manifests a pack of (surprise surprise) Tylenol, onto one of the rocks by the deep luscious waters.
Picking up the pack up he opens it, popping two pills out and placing them in his mouth… He looks around and can see nothing but the rock pool so he cups his hands into the clear water and swallows some with the Tylenol. He stands up and instantaneously words begin to float in front of his eyes, as they dart between the water and the painkillers. The words are the same; there are just four of them… Find the Emerald Tablets…
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…Wednesday, April 4th, 2018. Miami, Florida. Tyler dressed in a pair of black jeans with plain black converse, a tee-shirt which just simply reads “To the pub!” on the front and his hair tied back in a bun is walking past the Little Havana Center on North-West 7th Street. At the moment he has no idea why he’s here only that this is where he needs to be. His attention is drawn to the evident viewing audience; he holds four fingers up as he speaks::.
Tyler: ”Four days ago, in Orlando… I won my first ever Championship in the WCF, beating “Saint” Hayes in the process. The match was brutal; it was back and forth and by no means a cake-walk… Hayes kept me on my toes and even almost had me on a couple of occasions! He was definitely my toughest opponent to date – Not taking anything away from anybody else I’ve faced of course… Although something surprised me, I won’t deny it and that was the lack of intrusion from The Church of Singh, including the Sisters of the Saint.
Hayes isn’t one that I would have imagined trying to take me on by himself, the Sisters available to him, Michael X available to him and yet neither advantage was used and it does make one wonder, will he play the game the same, this coming week on Slam? I’ve no idea but honestly if the roles were reversed, I wouldn’t have even risked it in the first place! Leon took the chance and he paid the price so quite frankly I’m going to be more on my guard this week, than I’ve ever been since walking into the WCF.
Leon I told you last week, about the taking of the five paths and I’ve got the sneaking suspicion that you didn’t hear me, or at least didn’t take me seriously… You felt the need to take it upon yourself to mock me and that’s okay! I’m used to people looking at the choices I make and seeing fit to take it upon themselves to make light of the situation. However it makes little difference to me, whether or not you’ve heeded my words but it will have an effect and an impact on what happens this week, that I can assure you…”
.::Tyler turns off of North-West 7th Street and into North-West 47th Avenue, before coming to a stop. He spots a small store that looks like it could have been dragged out of Ancient Sumer, even the name on the storefront was in Sanskrit, but Tyler knew it read “Follow the Scriptures” an odd current day play on artefacts from the centuries gone by. He feels the warm feeling again and understands this is where he must go, so heads towards it::.
Tyler: ”I didn’t write you off, Hayes, much like I won’t write you off this week… All I did was know my worth and made no mistake of believing I was any less than I am. For I am source, I - AM - THAT - I - AM! And nobody, not you, not the Church of Singh, nobody is going to tell me otherwise! You believed yourself to be the mountain that sprung up in the middle of the field last week, Leon and what happened? I climbed the mountain and I walked down the other side holding the WCF Television title!
I demonstrated last week that it doesn’t matter how many belts you own, how many matches you’ve won or how insecure you are about the company you keep! Yes I’ve noticed the way you are around the Church my friend, all that matters is how much you believe you can do it... I spoke to one person for advice, before stepping into the ring with you Hayes and that was my higher self. No brother, no sister, no parents because you were absolutely right hoss, no-one could have given me good enough advice on how to beat you I had to do that all myself and I did…”
.::Tyler walks into the little store and the clerk looks up as a bell chimes, upon the door opening. Tyler politely smiles whilst walking directly to the clerk and speaking discreetly to him. He is guided around the corner of the store and down a flight of stairs, which takes him to a basement type area lit by electric lanterns. Tyler approaches the section he was guided to by the clerk and thumbs along a couple of books before sliding out what looks to be a manuscript. We see the title as he eyes it up and down “The Emerald Tablets of Thoth the Atlantean - Maurice Doreal" a huge indescribable grin crosses his face as he places the manuscript down carefully on a table-top beside him before he looks up again::.
Tyler: ”So let me ask you something, Saint Hayes. You bragged last week about beating Odin Balfore and Adam Young… Well now you’ve fallen to Tyler Debonair what does that mean in the grand scheme of things? I’ll answer for you don’t worry brother for the answer is a big, fat, ZE-RO! It doesn’t matter if you fell to me last week because anything can happen this Sunday night on Slam! Just like I took no notice of your outlandish claims when you made them to me, trying to impress me and make a point!
You’ve won no round. You’ve won no battle and you’ve won no war because you can bet your bottom dollar, Hayes, that’s still raging on! From the ruins of Mesopotamia to the structured American Airlines Arena, right here in Miami, Florida! From here on the planet Earth, through each of the ten realms; Spiritual or Corporal… It matters not! Each story has a beginning, middle and end and this, is just the beginning…
I made a promise to you last week, Hayes… I made a promise that beginning with you I was going to set the Church of Singh alight. The match has been struck and the first pieces of timber have been caught… Come Sunday night, at Slam, the kindling will become a pyre and the fire will begin to rage out of control as I finish off the Church! You made the mistake of yelling the odds, when you thought I was looking past you whilst hypocritically doing the same thing to me and trust me, that’s now bitten you like the two coiled serpents of the caduceus!”
.::Tyler makes his way back up the stairs, speaks to the clerk again privately for a moment whilst he places the manuscript extremely carefully into a casing made of cardboard and plastic, then into a bag. He pops his card into the bag with it and hands it back to Tyler who nods and then exits the shop quietly before making his way back up the way he just came from; headed now back to his hotel room::.
Tyler: ”I am Tyler Debonair, I am he who is, I am source. I AM THE WCF TELEVISION CHAMPION! As a matter of fact, Leon, I am YOUR WCF Television Champion! You had no idea who I was even up to the point we stepped into the ring together but I know for a fact my name has been on your mind ever since. You won’t forget me in a hurry Hayes and even if things don’t go my way on Sunday night I will forever haunt your mind, body and especially your soul… Sleep well, SAINT!”
.::Tyler grins before walking off as we begin to flicker into the ether and slowly we fade – to – black!::.