Post by occulo on Nov 29, 2015 14:06:07 GMT -5
The doors at the hospital burst open as the ER staff rushed the sobbing Bonnie to the operating theatre.
Doctor: Female, 24 suffering from a stab wound , bleeding has been slowed but the wound needs to be fully cauterized and stitched
Occulo is in hot pursuit, a look of fear and anguish on his face. How the hell has Bonnie been caught up in all this? Who was the man who save d him from The Cold, and for that matter, why was he trying to kill him? A couple of hours pass and now Occulo is sat by Bonnie’s bed in the ward, her hand softly nestled in his.
Occulo: I’m sorry Bonnie
Bonnie finishes off a glass of water and rests her head back on the pillow
Bonnie: It’s not your fault
She looked at Occulo with absolute love. She had called out to him and he heard her voice as clear as day.
I love you
Occulo: I love you too. Look, you don’t have to explain anything right now. Please, just get some rest and we’ll talk later.
Bonnie: No. I want to tell you now. It’s important.
Occulo: If you have the strength
Bonnie sighs and sits up slightly. An hour or so passes and Occulo is sat forward with his head in his hands
So it all ends together. My Dad, The Cold, everything. But they want to take me out as well.
He grabs her hand
Listen, nothing is going to happen to me, and he isn’t going to kill my Father. I want him to live forever in that world and suffer for
everything he’s done to me.
Bonnie: But from what Blake said, the world is in danger as long as you live. I don’t want them to take you Occy, please…
He stands up and gives her a warm embrace
Occulo: Don’t worry. I’ll be ready for them. I can’t believe all of this, all of this has just been complete bulllshit. Once all this is over,
we start again. Our lives begin.
Bonnie: I hope so
Occulo gives her a warm, passionate kiss as we
CUT
Tap, tap, tap. Occulo had made a grown man tap out in agony as The Epitome bore its fruit in the best way it could. He released Legion as soon as the bell rang and stared up at the ceiling as he rolled off him. Stared, and laughed. He had added Legion into his story and had won the rubber match with Raymond Hatcher. This was superb. What’s going to stop him? The referee tapped his shoulder and Occulo quickly sprung to his feet, shouting a “yes” to the crowd as he raised his arm.
Crowd: Occ-u-lo!! Occ-u-lo!!
He waved to the crowd and made his way out of the ring, high fiving a few fans before disappearing up the ramp.
CUT
Occulo: So Seth has seen fit to finally set me free from the burden of having to face Raymond Hatcher again. This time I face a Champion. A Champion who holds the title I held for only a brief time. This is the first match since I returned where I feel that all important sense of incentive. Occulo beats the champ, Occulo firmly establishes himself as a serious contendor.
So Gemini, we face each other again. It’s been a long time since we first stepped in to the ring together. I believe it was one of those ridiculous clusterfuck tag matches Seth puts together. The result? Well fuck it, it’s irrelevant. Yeah, we won, but that was so long ago it has no bearing on our match on Sunday.
What can we expect from you? Whatever debacle you have going on with Wade Moor, you can leave that behind. I want to face a 100% focussed United States Champion that does that belt justice. If your head isn’t in this Gemini, then fuck it I’ll face you again when it is. I know this isn’t a match where your belt is on the line, but hell as a champion you have to fight every fight like it is. If you can’t give your absolute all in every match you fight in with that gold around your waist then you don’t deserve to be anywhere near it.
Are you still playing catch up with Livewire? Are you tiring of this constant divide every day of your life? When you put your head down on a night whose voice do you hear? Whose worries and concerns floods your brain? You’ve done well achieving anything without knowing whose ideals to follow, and trying to figure out your own limitations that stop you from being purely this Livewire figure.
You’re under considerable pressure Gemini. If you let that title slip you’ve let Livewire down and you’ve let Gemini Battle down. You’ll slip even further from his expectations and that’s gotta rock your confidence to the core. I want to poke at your pressure. I’m going to keep bouncing back up from whatever you throw at me and frustrate you, forcing you into errors and capitulating the match. I’m going to turn you into a real champion. When I beat you this Sunday you’ll realise how loose your grip is on that title and just how unstable you are. You have a great deal of wrestling ability, if only you could focus on being the man that hones that and nothing else.
Whatever happens, let me face you at your absolute best. Whether that is as Battle or Livewire or Grayson or whatever the hell you wanna be this week. Call this match the beginning of the end of your title reign. See you Sunday.
CUT
Occulo walked slowly and lethargically into his locker room and slumped on to the bed.
Occulo: I am fucking exhausted
His phone buzzed in his pocket. He removed it from his pocket and looked at the screen: “Calling – Dad”
Nope.
He placed it on his bedside drawer and closed his eyes. Bonnie was going to make a full recovery in hospital and he would visit her first thing tomorrow. What would go through his head now is what she told him. She has been sucked into this world which has become a mortal enemy of his. His and Bonnie’s lives are in danger, and there was only one way to put them out of danger as soon as possible.
Occulo: Dad...it's time
CUT
Doctor: Female, 24 suffering from a stab wound , bleeding has been slowed but the wound needs to be fully cauterized and stitched
Occulo is in hot pursuit, a look of fear and anguish on his face. How the hell has Bonnie been caught up in all this? Who was the man who save d him from The Cold, and for that matter, why was he trying to kill him? A couple of hours pass and now Occulo is sat by Bonnie’s bed in the ward, her hand softly nestled in his.
Occulo: I’m sorry Bonnie
Bonnie finishes off a glass of water and rests her head back on the pillow
Bonnie: It’s not your fault
She looked at Occulo with absolute love. She had called out to him and he heard her voice as clear as day.
I love you
Occulo: I love you too. Look, you don’t have to explain anything right now. Please, just get some rest and we’ll talk later.
Bonnie: No. I want to tell you now. It’s important.
Occulo: If you have the strength
Bonnie sighs and sits up slightly. An hour or so passes and Occulo is sat forward with his head in his hands
So it all ends together. My Dad, The Cold, everything. But they want to take me out as well.
He grabs her hand
Listen, nothing is going to happen to me, and he isn’t going to kill my Father. I want him to live forever in that world and suffer for
everything he’s done to me.
Bonnie: But from what Blake said, the world is in danger as long as you live. I don’t want them to take you Occy, please…
He stands up and gives her a warm embrace
Occulo: Don’t worry. I’ll be ready for them. I can’t believe all of this, all of this has just been complete bulllshit. Once all this is over,
we start again. Our lives begin.
Bonnie: I hope so
Occulo gives her a warm, passionate kiss as we
CUT
Tap, tap, tap. Occulo had made a grown man tap out in agony as The Epitome bore its fruit in the best way it could. He released Legion as soon as the bell rang and stared up at the ceiling as he rolled off him. Stared, and laughed. He had added Legion into his story and had won the rubber match with Raymond Hatcher. This was superb. What’s going to stop him? The referee tapped his shoulder and Occulo quickly sprung to his feet, shouting a “yes” to the crowd as he raised his arm.
Crowd: Occ-u-lo!! Occ-u-lo!!
He waved to the crowd and made his way out of the ring, high fiving a few fans before disappearing up the ramp.
CUT
Occulo: So Seth has seen fit to finally set me free from the burden of having to face Raymond Hatcher again. This time I face a Champion. A Champion who holds the title I held for only a brief time. This is the first match since I returned where I feel that all important sense of incentive. Occulo beats the champ, Occulo firmly establishes himself as a serious contendor.
So Gemini, we face each other again. It’s been a long time since we first stepped in to the ring together. I believe it was one of those ridiculous clusterfuck tag matches Seth puts together. The result? Well fuck it, it’s irrelevant. Yeah, we won, but that was so long ago it has no bearing on our match on Sunday.
What can we expect from you? Whatever debacle you have going on with Wade Moor, you can leave that behind. I want to face a 100% focussed United States Champion that does that belt justice. If your head isn’t in this Gemini, then fuck it I’ll face you again when it is. I know this isn’t a match where your belt is on the line, but hell as a champion you have to fight every fight like it is. If you can’t give your absolute all in every match you fight in with that gold around your waist then you don’t deserve to be anywhere near it.
Are you still playing catch up with Livewire? Are you tiring of this constant divide every day of your life? When you put your head down on a night whose voice do you hear? Whose worries and concerns floods your brain? You’ve done well achieving anything without knowing whose ideals to follow, and trying to figure out your own limitations that stop you from being purely this Livewire figure.
You’re under considerable pressure Gemini. If you let that title slip you’ve let Livewire down and you’ve let Gemini Battle down. You’ll slip even further from his expectations and that’s gotta rock your confidence to the core. I want to poke at your pressure. I’m going to keep bouncing back up from whatever you throw at me and frustrate you, forcing you into errors and capitulating the match. I’m going to turn you into a real champion. When I beat you this Sunday you’ll realise how loose your grip is on that title and just how unstable you are. You have a great deal of wrestling ability, if only you could focus on being the man that hones that and nothing else.
Whatever happens, let me face you at your absolute best. Whether that is as Battle or Livewire or Grayson or whatever the hell you wanna be this week. Call this match the beginning of the end of your title reign. See you Sunday.
CUT
Occulo walked slowly and lethargically into his locker room and slumped on to the bed.
Occulo: I am fucking exhausted
His phone buzzed in his pocket. He removed it from his pocket and looked at the screen: “Calling – Dad”
Nope.
He placed it on his bedside drawer and closed his eyes. Bonnie was going to make a full recovery in hospital and he would visit her first thing tomorrow. What would go through his head now is what she told him. She has been sucked into this world which has become a mortal enemy of his. His and Bonnie’s lives are in danger, and there was only one way to put them out of danger as soon as possible.
Occulo: Dad...it's time
CUT
