Post by lost on Jan 24, 2016 17:39:03 GMT -5
HYPOTHERMIA
Prologue
The sheep says Bah.
The sheep says Bah
The sheep says Bah
The sheep says Bah.
The sound of an unemotional electronic voice echoes against the metal rusted walls. If the cold metal walls with surface rust didn't scream welcome, perhaps light scent of mildew and decay does. Not to neglect the dim yellow lighting that’s constant flickering is enough to send some in to a epileptic seizure. It is here in this warm welcoming vault like room we find Mr. Holden sitting in a cloth director's chair with his legs draped over one arm while his body leans against the other. The unamused look on his face would be a good indication that he does not seem to be in a pleasant mood.
The sheep says Bah
The sheep says Bah
The sheep says Bah
The voice continues to echo off the walls., but it is now clear where the noise is coming from. MR. Holden is holding a fisher price See and Say toy in his hand. The circular device has different animal’s pictures surrounding it border for the arrow to land With every pull of on. However with every pull of the yellow lever on the side it always seems to land on the sheep. Causing it to rattle off the same annoying phrase.
The Sheep says Bah.
Mr Holden: Sigh
Mr. Holden looks to his left and is greeted by a hazy reflection oh himself coming from a grime covered mirror. Underneath the mirror was a vanity covered in white tile, with an equal amount of dirt and dust covering. On top of the filth covered vanity were dozens of old glass pharmaceutical bottles, the labels were faded and yellowed, even if you could read what was inside the bottles it would be hard pressed to see anyone use the contents under their free will. The overall setting of this room was very similar to the area where Mr. Holden was created. While this still has the same surgical setting this area was larger, much more open, it has the feel of almost a warehouse albeit a sick twisted warehouse.
Mr. Holden: THESE GOD DAMN SHEEP ARE EVERYWHERE!
Mr. Holden throws the See and Say against the wall smashing it and sending shards of the plastic toy flying in every direction. He stands and gets a little closer to the mirror as he examines his face almost as if he cared about his appearance or society's views on attractiveness. Holden clenched his fists and slams them on to the vanity, rattling bottles and breaking some others. Mr. Holden swipes his hand across the top of the counter sending bottles crashing to the ground.
Mr: Holden.: Often it is when things are going poorly or in a rough patch, that one's conviction begin to sway. That a person begins to have self doubt. Case in point my recent short comings , my Match with that fuck stain Jayson price. Or even going back to that horrid debut with Vengeance, oh I loath that defeat. I should have known better not to enter a match so quickly after my "awakening" . Damn my pride, although that is what they want right they want you to Damn your pride, your sense of self your identity become the masses, become part of the equal, we are all the same. Ugh I digress. This is not the place for that. No, this is the time check ones convictions. To reaffirm his beliefs.
Mr. Holden is standing in front of the mirror he kicks the directors chair out away. He begins unbuttoning his shirt and then removes it.
Mr. Holden: To lean on our learning’s and let them show us the way. Not to shy away from the truths not. The rest of society tries to make me conform again. at every turn the Machine tries to make me a sheep from the simple and mundane actions of the cult like Starbucks making trying to make us coffee elitists, as if there is any difference between fucking coffee beans. Now the machine tries to force me in to conformity by placing me in a six man cluster fuck match. Sure I am teamed with my mentor K.L. Henson but Katherine Phoniex? I can see the connection, but is she a member of the cause or maybe she is just a distraction put out by the system to trying to divide K.L Henson from his student.
Mr. Holden begins to unbuttoning his pants. His reflections disappears as he bends down out of the sight of the mirror. He pops back up however the reflection is cut off at his waist.
Mr. Holden: I must not forget my actual opponents this week. Yes this group of mindless sheep is the personification of the machine known as society. Demarcus Jordan, the sterotypical black man, who tries to be seen as the same but wants to different. Tiffany White, the valley girl who doesn't want to be stuck in a label so she does everything she can to be different. Cormac Macneil, the bar stool sitting, drunk Irishman, a man lacking conviction yet would rather drink his woes away instead of work on his short comings. God I love these fucking sheep. They try so hard to be the wolves yet the only ones they fool are themselves. Why am I even out loud talking to myself?
Beats the fuck outta me.
Holden reaches over out of sight from the mirror and grabs something and brings it back. His attention and eyes focus down at his hands as he fiddles with the soft black plastic straps attached to the item he grabed. He pulls the straps over his head and fastens the modified scuba mask to his face. Instead of hosed there is two miniature air tanks on either side of the mask.
Fuck! This is just silly looking! why they fuck Dune chooses to wear something like this is beyond me.
Mr. Holden adjusts the straps on last time making sure the mask is secure. He then turns his attention to the upper right hand corner of the mirrors reflection. He looks past himself to the background of the portrait in the mirror. There is a large grey cylinder with clear plexiglass walls. Inside the tank there is clear water with a light blueish hue. Mr. Holden turns about face and walks over the structure. He ascends the metal spiral steps that lead to the open mouth of the vat.
Clink
Clink
Clink
Clink
Clink.
Each clinking sound that came from under his foot was a reminder of his dedication to his cause, the cause of truth and fighting the Machine. K.L. Henson lead him to the water. It was his choice to drink. Now it is on him to move forward and grow. Mr. Holden now stands on top of a platform overlooking the mouth of the vat. The water inside is a clear as a stream running down a mountain in the spring. The top of the water has chunks of ice floating on it. There is a thermometer on the side of the container reading 34 degrees. Mr. Holden bends down and sticks his hand checking to see if it is as cool as the scientific tool reads. He shakes his hand dry.
SPLUGSHEEEEE
The surface of the water in now in a state of chaos, the calmness has been broken when Mr. Holden jumped in. The ground zero of his impact has sent rippling waves through out the pool. The waves bounce back off the walls and create a image of a minuter artic ocean during a storm. The water explodes as Mr. Holden breaks back through the surface thrashing his arms.
Hypothermia
is a medical emergency that occurs when your body loses heat faster than it can produce heat, causing a dangerously low body temperature.
When your body temperature drops, your heart, nervous system and other organs can't work normally. Left untreated, hypothermia can eventually lead to complete failure of your heart and respiratory system and to death.
Hypothermia is most often caused by exposure to cold weather or immersion in a cold body of water.
Stages of Hypothermia
Pain(initial Shock)
Shivering
Confusion
Lack of care for Condition
PAIN
Mr. Holden: MmmFhug fffkers
The sound of his voice is muffled and distorted between the mask obstruction and the pain signals being shot through every nerve in his body.
MOTHER FUCKER!!!! AAAGGĢHHH.
The mask on his face gives off a whistling sound as he huff and puffs in pains.
OK focus breath.
Focus? How the fuck am I going to focus when it feels like lava is pouring over my skin.
FOCUS! sheep do not focus, Patrilli didn't focus. Are you a sheep? Are you Patrilli?
NO. I am not. I am Mr. Holden, fuck all the others who think I am not. I am Chaos. I am the one who is here to lead the sheep to slaughter. Sunday on Slam I will start my path. Forget the Price match. Forget the Vengeance match. Those are not the match. They are not Demarcus.
Mr. Holden dips back under the water again only to surface quickly.
Shit this is deep, deeper then I though. I guess that is how Demarcus feels. Is that right. In over your head huh. The funny thing is though he would realize it until it is to late. It's funny how pain can bring a sudden realization of how grave ones situation is. How about that Demarcus. Do you feel how grave your situation is. How you come to realize what is waiting for you on sunday? Have you realized that this is real, that this isn't the newest Tyler Perry movie. This is not Madea goes to the WCF. Shit look at you, you try so hard to be the best. You label yourself the one. Well let me tell you something serial number 00001. That is just a label a label that made to make you think your special. What makes you so specail, what makes you better then the rest of the mindless sheep? oh I know it was your stunning loss to the mindless sheep of Star and Dagg Riddick? Or perhaps it is the among loss to the fattest sheep I have ever seen Natagaski. No sir those aren't impressive moments although we might think we are equals, because I have lost my last 2 matches also. We couldn't be farther from the truth. You see where you fight and lose to the weakest sheep the WCF has in the flock. I have been fighting much tougher opponets. I have been fighting matches with some of the best the WCF has to offer. I have been sharpening my teeth on steel where you have been sharpening yours on wool. I have been rewarded in my defeats with title matches. You have been give softer opponents, until now. You see now you will suffer. You see this time the machine has offered you up as the sacrificial lamb. This time you get to be the fresh meat for Mr. Holden, K.L. Henson and Katherine Phoenix. You see this time you lose again, but not because someone got lucky. No this time you lose because the very machine you are a COG for is asking for it. Like I have been telling you, you future is predetermined by the society you live in. Sunday on Slam. The machine had made your future a bleak one. Don't worry though Demarcus, when I load you up and hit you with the Mind Wipe perhaps you will see a new side. Perhaps when you are brought to the water you will drink and you will forget what you think you are and you will become a man. A man in control of his own destiny but until then you will be nothing more then the sheep, a sheep who is to be slaughtered this week.
The pain Mr. Holden's joints begins to fade and fire that was melting his skin has vanished as well. Now when he touches his own skin it feels foreign to him as if it were someone elses.
CONFUSION
The waves and chaos from the entry of Mr. Holden have died down. The pain has stopped as his body adjusted to the temperature. Mr. Holden finds himself swimming in circles in the center of the tank.
(Italics) where is that ladder. I k owi put one in here. I have served my penalty. I have proven. I am not a sheep. No sheep is willing to put themselves in to this.
SHEEP!
I am not a sheep.
You are, why else would you be looking for a ladder or a way out. This is still your test.
Fine, but I am not a sheep.
Okay you're not a sheep you're just being a pussy.
PUSSY! No. I am not would a pussy be in here? Do you see me wherein a dress like that dyke Cormac? Wait is Cormac the dyke or is that Tiffany white? Yeah Cormac is the carpet muncher, he turned gay after all that time with BioWalker. Is that right? Yeah, but why is he fighting me? I thought he retired now he is back. Stupid Cog. Stuck in the machine and doesn't realize it. He thinks he has beaten his demons,Yet he is still in the same cycle. Wakes up , looks in the mirror hates what he sees, wrestles a match then loses, then goes to the bar to forget he sucks. He chases women and hope to prove his worth with his cock. Yet he remembers he is Irish everytime he lifts his dress to fuck. Then he passes out and repeats. You know I am curious about Cormac, why does he even bother wrestling? Is it because it helps cope with the life he has. Yes, it has to be. Now that I think about it he must be the most pathetic type of sheep there is. He is the self aware sheep. He knows he is worthless. He kows society is using him as a stepping stone yet he continues. Why? He continues because he needs to lie to himself to say hey this time is different. He lies to himself by being on the WCF roster. If you lose every match does that make you a wrestler or a punching bag? He is nothing more then a delusional Adam Young. In fact I think there is one to many of these sheep's on the roster. I would much rather see these two fight in the loser leaves league match. Oh how sweet that would be when the match ended in a draw and they both had to leave. Seeing how that won't happen I suppose I can give you some Help Cormac, please stop wearing a dress. No matter how much you act like a girl Tiffany White will not be in to you. I mean you and Demarcus could be as scissorig in the middle of the ring and she would pay any attention to you. Although the thought of that is more amusing then this match, at least from the fans point of view. Ahh what is left? Oh yes Tiffany White, the anti girl. Don't worry I'm not going to hit on you. Frankly sheep don't peek my interest. In fact I am amazed how far you've tries to distance yourself from being the norm but you're right in the middle of it. Don't you find it iron that the blonde s teaming with a black? I uses there is a lot of truth in porno. As for your butch ways. Just know that when Slam comes you will get what you have been wishing for. You will no longer be recognizable as a female. You will be the counter part to Bruce Jener. I will beat you.... What was I talking about?
Lack of Concern
Mr. Holden takes his mask off exposing his blue lips. His body is uncontrollable as it shivers in an attempt to generate body heat.
CLANG
A have metal door swings open and standing in the doorway is K.L Henson.
K.L. Henson: What are you doing in there? Have you gone mad?
Mr. Holden begins to laugh as he swims to the bottom of the tank and forces himself to stay down until the oxygen runs out. His world fades to black...
Prologue
The sheep says Bah.
The sheep says Bah
The sheep says Bah
The sheep says Bah.
The sound of an unemotional electronic voice echoes against the metal rusted walls. If the cold metal walls with surface rust didn't scream welcome, perhaps light scent of mildew and decay does. Not to neglect the dim yellow lighting that’s constant flickering is enough to send some in to a epileptic seizure. It is here in this warm welcoming vault like room we find Mr. Holden sitting in a cloth director's chair with his legs draped over one arm while his body leans against the other. The unamused look on his face would be a good indication that he does not seem to be in a pleasant mood.
The sheep says Bah
The sheep says Bah
The sheep says Bah
The voice continues to echo off the walls., but it is now clear where the noise is coming from. MR. Holden is holding a fisher price See and Say toy in his hand. The circular device has different animal’s pictures surrounding it border for the arrow to land With every pull of on. However with every pull of the yellow lever on the side it always seems to land on the sheep. Causing it to rattle off the same annoying phrase.
The Sheep says Bah.
Mr Holden: Sigh
Mr. Holden looks to his left and is greeted by a hazy reflection oh himself coming from a grime covered mirror. Underneath the mirror was a vanity covered in white tile, with an equal amount of dirt and dust covering. On top of the filth covered vanity were dozens of old glass pharmaceutical bottles, the labels were faded and yellowed, even if you could read what was inside the bottles it would be hard pressed to see anyone use the contents under their free will. The overall setting of this room was very similar to the area where Mr. Holden was created. While this still has the same surgical setting this area was larger, much more open, it has the feel of almost a warehouse albeit a sick twisted warehouse.
Mr. Holden: THESE GOD DAMN SHEEP ARE EVERYWHERE!
Mr. Holden throws the See and Say against the wall smashing it and sending shards of the plastic toy flying in every direction. He stands and gets a little closer to the mirror as he examines his face almost as if he cared about his appearance or society's views on attractiveness. Holden clenched his fists and slams them on to the vanity, rattling bottles and breaking some others. Mr. Holden swipes his hand across the top of the counter sending bottles crashing to the ground.
Mr: Holden.: Often it is when things are going poorly or in a rough patch, that one's conviction begin to sway. That a person begins to have self doubt. Case in point my recent short comings , my Match with that fuck stain Jayson price. Or even going back to that horrid debut with Vengeance, oh I loath that defeat. I should have known better not to enter a match so quickly after my "awakening" . Damn my pride, although that is what they want right they want you to Damn your pride, your sense of self your identity become the masses, become part of the equal, we are all the same. Ugh I digress. This is not the place for that. No, this is the time check ones convictions. To reaffirm his beliefs.
Mr. Holden is standing in front of the mirror he kicks the directors chair out away. He begins unbuttoning his shirt and then removes it.
Mr. Holden: To lean on our learning’s and let them show us the way. Not to shy away from the truths not. The rest of society tries to make me conform again. at every turn the Machine tries to make me a sheep from the simple and mundane actions of the cult like Starbucks making trying to make us coffee elitists, as if there is any difference between fucking coffee beans. Now the machine tries to force me in to conformity by placing me in a six man cluster fuck match. Sure I am teamed with my mentor K.L. Henson but Katherine Phoniex? I can see the connection, but is she a member of the cause or maybe she is just a distraction put out by the system to trying to divide K.L Henson from his student.
Mr. Holden begins to unbuttoning his pants. His reflections disappears as he bends down out of the sight of the mirror. He pops back up however the reflection is cut off at his waist.
Mr. Holden: I must not forget my actual opponents this week. Yes this group of mindless sheep is the personification of the machine known as society. Demarcus Jordan, the sterotypical black man, who tries to be seen as the same but wants to different. Tiffany White, the valley girl who doesn't want to be stuck in a label so she does everything she can to be different. Cormac Macneil, the bar stool sitting, drunk Irishman, a man lacking conviction yet would rather drink his woes away instead of work on his short comings. God I love these fucking sheep. They try so hard to be the wolves yet the only ones they fool are themselves. Why am I even out loud talking to myself?
Beats the fuck outta me.
Holden reaches over out of sight from the mirror and grabs something and brings it back. His attention and eyes focus down at his hands as he fiddles with the soft black plastic straps attached to the item he grabed. He pulls the straps over his head and fastens the modified scuba mask to his face. Instead of hosed there is two miniature air tanks on either side of the mask.
Fuck! This is just silly looking! why they fuck Dune chooses to wear something like this is beyond me.
Mr. Holden adjusts the straps on last time making sure the mask is secure. He then turns his attention to the upper right hand corner of the mirrors reflection. He looks past himself to the background of the portrait in the mirror. There is a large grey cylinder with clear plexiglass walls. Inside the tank there is clear water with a light blueish hue. Mr. Holden turns about face and walks over the structure. He ascends the metal spiral steps that lead to the open mouth of the vat.
Clink
Clink
Clink
Clink
Clink.
Each clinking sound that came from under his foot was a reminder of his dedication to his cause, the cause of truth and fighting the Machine. K.L. Henson lead him to the water. It was his choice to drink. Now it is on him to move forward and grow. Mr. Holden now stands on top of a platform overlooking the mouth of the vat. The water inside is a clear as a stream running down a mountain in the spring. The top of the water has chunks of ice floating on it. There is a thermometer on the side of the container reading 34 degrees. Mr. Holden bends down and sticks his hand checking to see if it is as cool as the scientific tool reads. He shakes his hand dry.
SPLUGSHEEEEE
The surface of the water in now in a state of chaos, the calmness has been broken when Mr. Holden jumped in. The ground zero of his impact has sent rippling waves through out the pool. The waves bounce back off the walls and create a image of a minuter artic ocean during a storm. The water explodes as Mr. Holden breaks back through the surface thrashing his arms.
Hypothermia
is a medical emergency that occurs when your body loses heat faster than it can produce heat, causing a dangerously low body temperature.
When your body temperature drops, your heart, nervous system and other organs can't work normally. Left untreated, hypothermia can eventually lead to complete failure of your heart and respiratory system and to death.
Hypothermia is most often caused by exposure to cold weather or immersion in a cold body of water.
Stages of Hypothermia
Pain(initial Shock)
Shivering
Confusion
Lack of care for Condition
PAIN
Mr. Holden: MmmFhug fffkers
The sound of his voice is muffled and distorted between the mask obstruction and the pain signals being shot through every nerve in his body.
MOTHER FUCKER!!!! AAAGGĢHHH.
The mask on his face gives off a whistling sound as he huff and puffs in pains.
OK focus breath.
Focus? How the fuck am I going to focus when it feels like lava is pouring over my skin.
FOCUS! sheep do not focus, Patrilli didn't focus. Are you a sheep? Are you Patrilli?
NO. I am not. I am Mr. Holden, fuck all the others who think I am not. I am Chaos. I am the one who is here to lead the sheep to slaughter. Sunday on Slam I will start my path. Forget the Price match. Forget the Vengeance match. Those are not the match. They are not Demarcus.
Mr. Holden dips back under the water again only to surface quickly.
Shit this is deep, deeper then I though. I guess that is how Demarcus feels. Is that right. In over your head huh. The funny thing is though he would realize it until it is to late. It's funny how pain can bring a sudden realization of how grave ones situation is. How about that Demarcus. Do you feel how grave your situation is. How you come to realize what is waiting for you on sunday? Have you realized that this is real, that this isn't the newest Tyler Perry movie. This is not Madea goes to the WCF. Shit look at you, you try so hard to be the best. You label yourself the one. Well let me tell you something serial number 00001. That is just a label a label that made to make you think your special. What makes you so specail, what makes you better then the rest of the mindless sheep? oh I know it was your stunning loss to the mindless sheep of Star and Dagg Riddick? Or perhaps it is the among loss to the fattest sheep I have ever seen Natagaski. No sir those aren't impressive moments although we might think we are equals, because I have lost my last 2 matches also. We couldn't be farther from the truth. You see where you fight and lose to the weakest sheep the WCF has in the flock. I have been fighting much tougher opponets. I have been fighting matches with some of the best the WCF has to offer. I have been sharpening my teeth on steel where you have been sharpening yours on wool. I have been rewarded in my defeats with title matches. You have been give softer opponents, until now. You see now you will suffer. You see this time the machine has offered you up as the sacrificial lamb. This time you get to be the fresh meat for Mr. Holden, K.L. Henson and Katherine Phoenix. You see this time you lose again, but not because someone got lucky. No this time you lose because the very machine you are a COG for is asking for it. Like I have been telling you, you future is predetermined by the society you live in. Sunday on Slam. The machine had made your future a bleak one. Don't worry though Demarcus, when I load you up and hit you with the Mind Wipe perhaps you will see a new side. Perhaps when you are brought to the water you will drink and you will forget what you think you are and you will become a man. A man in control of his own destiny but until then you will be nothing more then the sheep, a sheep who is to be slaughtered this week.
The pain Mr. Holden's joints begins to fade and fire that was melting his skin has vanished as well. Now when he touches his own skin it feels foreign to him as if it were someone elses.
CONFUSION
The waves and chaos from the entry of Mr. Holden have died down. The pain has stopped as his body adjusted to the temperature. Mr. Holden finds himself swimming in circles in the center of the tank.
(Italics) where is that ladder. I k owi put one in here. I have served my penalty. I have proven. I am not a sheep. No sheep is willing to put themselves in to this.
SHEEP!
I am not a sheep.
You are, why else would you be looking for a ladder or a way out. This is still your test.
Fine, but I am not a sheep.
Okay you're not a sheep you're just being a pussy.
PUSSY! No. I am not would a pussy be in here? Do you see me wherein a dress like that dyke Cormac? Wait is Cormac the dyke or is that Tiffany white? Yeah Cormac is the carpet muncher, he turned gay after all that time with BioWalker. Is that right? Yeah, but why is he fighting me? I thought he retired now he is back. Stupid Cog. Stuck in the machine and doesn't realize it. He thinks he has beaten his demons,Yet he is still in the same cycle. Wakes up , looks in the mirror hates what he sees, wrestles a match then loses, then goes to the bar to forget he sucks. He chases women and hope to prove his worth with his cock. Yet he remembers he is Irish everytime he lifts his dress to fuck. Then he passes out and repeats. You know I am curious about Cormac, why does he even bother wrestling? Is it because it helps cope with the life he has. Yes, it has to be. Now that I think about it he must be the most pathetic type of sheep there is. He is the self aware sheep. He knows he is worthless. He kows society is using him as a stepping stone yet he continues. Why? He continues because he needs to lie to himself to say hey this time is different. He lies to himself by being on the WCF roster. If you lose every match does that make you a wrestler or a punching bag? He is nothing more then a delusional Adam Young. In fact I think there is one to many of these sheep's on the roster. I would much rather see these two fight in the loser leaves league match. Oh how sweet that would be when the match ended in a draw and they both had to leave. Seeing how that won't happen I suppose I can give you some Help Cormac, please stop wearing a dress. No matter how much you act like a girl Tiffany White will not be in to you. I mean you and Demarcus could be as scissorig in the middle of the ring and she would pay any attention to you. Although the thought of that is more amusing then this match, at least from the fans point of view. Ahh what is left? Oh yes Tiffany White, the anti girl. Don't worry I'm not going to hit on you. Frankly sheep don't peek my interest. In fact I am amazed how far you've tries to distance yourself from being the norm but you're right in the middle of it. Don't you find it iron that the blonde s teaming with a black? I uses there is a lot of truth in porno. As for your butch ways. Just know that when Slam comes you will get what you have been wishing for. You will no longer be recognizable as a female. You will be the counter part to Bruce Jener. I will beat you.... What was I talking about?
Lack of Concern
Mr. Holden takes his mask off exposing his blue lips. His body is uncontrollable as it shivers in an attempt to generate body heat.
CLANG
A have metal door swings open and standing in the doorway is K.L Henson.
K.L. Henson: What are you doing in there? Have you gone mad?
Mr. Holden begins to laugh as he swims to the bottom of the tank and forces himself to stay down until the oxygen runs out. His world fades to black...