Mimicry

[Kyle]

"Human beings all mimic each other."
~Daphne Guinness

The scene opens to a close-up on a chair, a small blood-stain contained within a dent in the metal. From off-screen, a hand reaches forward to run its fingers around the dent.

"I crushed him. Oh, I crushed him."

The camera zooms out to reveal Mark Dillinger leaning over the chair, a gleam in his eyes that replaced the usual confusion. He's sitting on a bench in an empty locker room, probably after the last week's Slam had already gone off the air.

"I crushed him and the good doctor was proud. He was proud and he's going to help me rid myself of you all. No more voices. No more voices!"

Nathan chuckles to himself in a way that viewers might describe as maniacal. He cuts off, suddenly, though as voices begin to drift into the locker room from the hallway. It is two voices, both males, one deep and the second in a higher pitch. The higher pitch speaks first.

"I swear to you that NvL was warning Orbit tonight. He was trying to tell the champ to watch out for Cash without specifically saying it"

"No way, Nathan was definitely telling Orbit that he would be coming for him again. And I believe he can do it."

"I doubt it. He's not the same he used to be since he lost his hand. His new master is ten times better than him now."

Dillinger realizes that they were talking about him, cocking his head in puzzlement.

"Yeah, I guess your right. He's going to need to start acting like Remus if he wants to get anything done around here."

The voices drift off. Nathan scratches his head with his stump, pondering these words.

"They're right. I, Mark Dillinger . . ."

Abrupt fade out

***

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I got to start acting like Doctor Remus Micayle.

Welcome, WCF Universe, to my first ever blog post. Now, I ask that you bear with me on this first attempt, since typing with one hand is one of the hardest things I've ever done.

Almost as hard as being a goddess, but not quite.

Not that it has stopped my opponent this week, one Marilyn Rayne, from that same belief. No, this woman has deemed all other religious beliefs on this earth false idols, so she declares herself worthy of worship from the masses. Now, the good doctor believes that all religion is false, a waste of time and breath by the easily manipulated in the world. But if I were to make a case, though, which do you, the WCF Universe, is truly believed: a god worshiped by One billion or the god worshiped by one?

If any of you answered yes, you must be Marilyn Rayne.

Marilyn, you have won one match in this company, an accomplishment that doesn't elevate you to divine status. I mean, it's one thing to have a desire to prove yourself worthy to be in this sport. I too am trying to return to my former greatness, so I cannot fault you for that. Humans mimic other humans, plain and simple. But humans don't gods, at least if they wanted to be taken seriously.

You dismiss the other gods for farce, as beings unable to secure your "beliefs and destiny." Atheists do the same, Marilyn, not because they believe themselves gods, but they don't believes exist, let alone powerful enough to decide one's fate. The reason I point this out is this: you believe the divine are weak, yet you consider yourself apart of the world's pantheon.

Thus, by my scientific logic, I declare you weak as well by your own choices and claims.

Not that I'll need logic much longer; come Sunday, all I'm going to need is my right stump and gravity to send your world crashing around you. Last week, my goal was to prove my strength to the good doctor anyway I could, a goal I accomplished at the expense of my winning streak and Beckman's skull. But this week, I want more than domination in the ring. I'm getting inducted to Team Science at Slam, and what better way to start my life as a member by defeating Science's number one enemy, the divine.

A win over a bunch of rookies and jobs don't impress me, no more than my wins over BioWalker and Micayle's newly reformed jobber squad. The rest of the WCF locker room won't be impressed after this week, either, after I demolish you. But its a slow progress to my full recovery; you're just a stepping stone back to the top of the world. I will continue to mimic the good doctor, winning week after week and taking Team Science.

And you?

Well you'll be mimicking ICE, waking up to a busted skull, a sore jaw, and the inability to comprehend the destruction I'm going to unleash on you come Slam.

Be ready.