Post by Joey Flash on Jan 29, 2016 9:19:04 GMT -5
*The following happened during the last Slam*
We resume in the palpable tension of The Sentinels locker room as the standoff between the two original members and their new interloper continues. Joey cackles to himself.
Joey Flash: What’s this supposed to be? You gonna both attack me? Like that’s going to work.
Occulo: It is what I said it is. We’re going to talk.
Joey Flash: What more needs to be said?! The pair of you need to step aside. This is not your war. What makes you think you can get involved in this? This isn’t anything to do with yo-
Howard Black: Shut the fuck up, Joe.
Joey Flash: No, you shut the fuck up, and let me speak! I’m sorry I hurt you, I’m sorry I hurt you, too, John but step aside. This is personal, he is NOTHING, he is-
Occulo: Our friend.
Howard Black: Our brother.
Joey stops in his tracks and drops his wrestling gear to the ground. He begins pacing up and down, not speaking for a moment.
Joey Flash: This is killing me. I know. You don’t think I know? Let me ask you then, if a puppet master has spent the past year using a marionette to systematically destroy you inch by inch, fraction by fraction, piece by piece...but everything you do and for every effort you make you just can’t reach him...but the puppet he used is right in front of you as a gnawing mockery of your suffering, every day this puppet stands in front of you. I do this, because it is ALL I have. This is my only retribution. You cannot hurt the puppet master without destroying the puppet and-
Occulo: I understand.
Joey Flash: You don’t understand shit! I fucking told you-
Howard Black: You want to stop this? You don’t destroy the puppet. Joe…
Flash looks at Howard a mix of anger and sadness across his face.
Howard Black: You cut the strings.
Joey pauses for a moment and begins to speak but is immediately cut off by Occulo.
Occulo: What of you Joseph? Have you looked in the mirror lately? You said “if a puppet master has spent the past year using a marionette to systematically destroy you inch by inch, fraction by fraction, piece by piece.” Well from where I stand, I can still see the fucking strings. What of Pinky? What of Daniel’s unborn child? What of Chief? What of Freeman?
Joey Flash: THAT’S BULLSHIT. FU-
A forceful knocking at the door silences Joey, and the room. All three men turn to the door as Howard takes a couple of tentative steps toward it before pulling the door open. Stood in the doorway is the one figure the trio of men least expected at this very moment. The camera pans across the lockers of The Sentinels once more, from Occulo to Howard to the scribbled Joey Flash and finally to the nearly erased and faded Dune...before cutting back to the doorway where we see the hulking figure of the fourth Sentinel. At once, the room went silent as Howard took a step away from the figure in the door.
With a single heavy step, Dune crossed the threshold into the locker room, and the Sentinels moved carefully into a battle formation. Dune’s icy blue eyes regarded the three men before him: Occulo, the man he’d once formed this team with as a partner; Howard Black, the man he’d fought side-by-side with through Ultimate Showdown and had carried broken from the ring; Joey Flash, the man who’d wished his death and he’d once reciprocated the sentiment. Moving from the men, his eyes went along the line of lockers, lingering on the crossed out name on the third locker. His breathing intensified, from slow and calm to long and hard. Then, to the surprise of the room, Dune slowly lowered himself to his knees, his head bowed and his hands on the floor before them. His voice was quiet and choked - the sound of a man on the verge of defeat.
Dune: Please...I need your help.
We resume in the palpable tension of The Sentinels locker room as the standoff between the two original members and their new interloper continues. Joey cackles to himself.
Joey Flash: What’s this supposed to be? You gonna both attack me? Like that’s going to work.
Occulo: It is what I said it is. We’re going to talk.
Joey Flash: What more needs to be said?! The pair of you need to step aside. This is not your war. What makes you think you can get involved in this? This isn’t anything to do with yo-
Howard Black: Shut the fuck up, Joe.
Joey Flash: No, you shut the fuck up, and let me speak! I’m sorry I hurt you, I’m sorry I hurt you, too, John but step aside. This is personal, he is NOTHING, he is-
Occulo: Our friend.
Howard Black: Our brother.
Joey stops in his tracks and drops his wrestling gear to the ground. He begins pacing up and down, not speaking for a moment.
Joey Flash: This is killing me. I know. You don’t think I know? Let me ask you then, if a puppet master has spent the past year using a marionette to systematically destroy you inch by inch, fraction by fraction, piece by piece...but everything you do and for every effort you make you just can’t reach him...but the puppet he used is right in front of you as a gnawing mockery of your suffering, every day this puppet stands in front of you. I do this, because it is ALL I have. This is my only retribution. You cannot hurt the puppet master without destroying the puppet and-
Occulo: I understand.
Joey Flash: You don’t understand shit! I fucking told you-
Howard Black: You want to stop this? You don’t destroy the puppet. Joe…
Flash looks at Howard a mix of anger and sadness across his face.
Howard Black: You cut the strings.
Joey pauses for a moment and begins to speak but is immediately cut off by Occulo.
Occulo: What of you Joseph? Have you looked in the mirror lately? You said “if a puppet master has spent the past year using a marionette to systematically destroy you inch by inch, fraction by fraction, piece by piece.” Well from where I stand, I can still see the fucking strings. What of Pinky? What of Daniel’s unborn child? What of Chief? What of Freeman?
Joey Flash: THAT’S BULLSHIT. FU-
A forceful knocking at the door silences Joey, and the room. All three men turn to the door as Howard takes a couple of tentative steps toward it before pulling the door open. Stood in the doorway is the one figure the trio of men least expected at this very moment. The camera pans across the lockers of The Sentinels once more, from Occulo to Howard to the scribbled Joey Flash and finally to the nearly erased and faded Dune...before cutting back to the doorway where we see the hulking figure of the fourth Sentinel. At once, the room went silent as Howard took a step away from the figure in the door.
With a single heavy step, Dune crossed the threshold into the locker room, and the Sentinels moved carefully into a battle formation. Dune’s icy blue eyes regarded the three men before him: Occulo, the man he’d once formed this team with as a partner; Howard Black, the man he’d fought side-by-side with through Ultimate Showdown and had carried broken from the ring; Joey Flash, the man who’d wished his death and he’d once reciprocated the sentiment. Moving from the men, his eyes went along the line of lockers, lingering on the crossed out name on the third locker. His breathing intensified, from slow and calm to long and hard. Then, to the surprise of the room, Dune slowly lowered himself to his knees, his head bowed and his hands on the floor before them. His voice was quiet and choked - the sound of a man on the verge of defeat.
Dune: Please...I need your help.
