Post by Wade Moor on Mar 6, 2016 13:55:36 GMT -5
"I feel you are a poison
Yes, I am poison too
I am so weary huntin'
Make my bed for lie down"
- Swallowed By The Sea(All Them Witches)
Yes, I am poison too
I am so weary huntin'
Make my bed for lie down"
- Swallowed By The Sea(All Them Witches)
Prologue: The Impaled
A beaten, bloodied Joey Flash lay at the feet of Wade Moor, oblivious to the world around him. The crowd booed the despicable actions of a united #BeachKrew, but in the constantly twisting, pervasive mind of Wade Moor: they were booing yet another one of Joey's abject failures. They were booing a centuries old tale of good triumphing over evil. At least, that was how the script had been written and placed on the desk. Wade – along with his brothers – had flipped the script on it's head and left it to bleed out next to Joey Flash.
No Sentinels would come to his rescue either: #BeachKrew had made sure of that. With Benjamin Atreyu's swift dismantling of Occulo, as well as Rabid and Kemp's humiliation of Dune, no help would come for Joey Flash. Suffice to say, that in the span of one evening, everyone's worlds can change just like that. #BeachKrew had strong armed their way back to the forefront of everything, just as they had done all those months ago when they leaped over that barricade.
Wade looked down towards Joey, who's mouth was now ushering a combination trail of blood and spit onto a fresh white canvas, and felt nothing but pity for the poor man. A frown curved the edges of Wade's mouth towards Joey and he lowered the World Championship dangling in his hand by a few inches. Wade felt pity because, knowing Joey, he would wake up and insist that this meant nothing to him. This vile attack that #BeachKrew had perpetrated on a Joey Flash would not resonate with the young man because of how absolutely dim he was to the world.
This was the very same Joey Flash that existed pre-Malignanni, the one that existed before Christian's death at the hands of Dune...this was a Joey Flash devoid of any kind of valuable lesson. This was the Joey that would rush headfirst into a mistake waiting to repeat itself. Such a poor, emotional creature. Wade looked down into Joey's lightning blue eyes, which were trying desperately to flutter to life, and realized that they were calling for this. He could tell that his simplistic mind craved this fight, that secretly, he worshipped the fight. Put it on a pedastal above all things, including his family and his empire. Of everything, it was all he desired.
But this was going to be a fight he wouldn't win, couldn't win. Wade would force him to bow at the altar of his god, subsequently dismantle it, and then embarass Joey in the only way he would respond...by beating him clean and ripping the World Championship from around his waist.
This is what you want, Joey? This is how you want it go down? You're about to realize how high the stakes can get when you step into the ring with The Leviathan, Broseidon his Godnilla damn self, my child! You are my son, Joey, and just like Christian before you...you're going to die a horribly painful death.
And when you're at the top of a mountain, Flash? That's a long, hard way down to the fucking bottom.
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That unnerving hiss ringing in your ears puts you in a terribly uncomfortable state. Your lungs feel as if they won't take in air, silently screaming at you, pleading for you to breathe, but they fail you. The devilish laughter on the wind of that static wraps around your throat like a snake coiling it's prey.
"Joey...I hope you're sitting there as miserable as possible that I spoiled your big evening. Your coming out party. The night you began your second, but first legitimate World Championship reign in the WSeaF. I knew it would give you an axe to grind and beat down the door with...but you didn't figure who would be standing on the other side, did you? Who knew that it would be Wade Moor?"
The recorder hisses again, this time picking up another voice deep within it's echo.
"sulobiad espi"
The recorder loops for a moment before turning back on itself, that hiss burning like fangs in your neck.
"I bet you're wondering why I went a little, uh...old school(?) in this promo? Why my voice would come to you on the wings of an old recording? Why wouldn't I appear face to face to usher onto you your own utter desolation? That's because the words I speak will be enough to romanticize this for you. Everything I say will serve to build your ego, your personality, your confidence between those ropes...so that when I rip them away from you, they will have been at the peak of their inflation, Flash...and I'm going to do it in none too many fancy words, Joey. That way the playing field is even for us here.
"Can I call you Malignanni, Joseph? I feel like we're on a real name basis already, what with me being at the helm of your most pivotal embarassment and all? Joseph, of all these faceless people in the WSeaF, you intrigue me the most. You're an anomaly, my child. The way you move around the ring weightless striking your opponents - like a regular Autist counting his toothpicks - is truly a magical sight to behold. I love how you can win the World Championship when you're completely devoid of anything relative to talent. Simply incredible. Or how about the way that you've managed to no sell anything that's ever happened to you?
"Such a fucking simple minded louse you are, Joey Flash. The only thing you've ever sold was the death of your child, and that only lasted about a week. I mean, #BeachKrew sold that shit more than you did, and we raised two point six million to boot! What did Joey Flash do after Christian Malignanni lost his unsanctioned match against that concrete floor? He got the sympathy vote from the crowd, gained some momentum, and then used it to go to One and get fucked in the ass by Dune yet again. Maybe if I spend the next four months kicking the living shit out of you, you'll want to be my best friend too? - plus Occulo, of course, because 'Meh! What else do we do with him?' No thanks, Joseph...things around you have this mysterious way of imploding in on themselves.
"For example: Imperium. What happened to this abortion of a stable? The Vapor Kings were primed to do big things, The Poondock Saints were ready to go...but they introduced you and everything fell to shit. Then Beckman left, Cairo followed suit, and that left ZMAC, Kaz Mazy, and yourself...and when Mazy was the most successful out of the three of you, thats when you know you're hot trash ELL OH ELL!
"Who knows, Imperium's failure couldn't have been your fault, right? Except you up and took credit for the whole thing, didn't you? Boi, if I was Dune or Occulo, I would turn and run in the other direction! It won't be long until Joseph throws you to the 'wolf' to feed his own self deprecating needs, will it? Or maybe, he already has?
"This is when we get to the good part guys...the part where Wade opens the can of worms (#LOLSURPRISEJOEYSINSIDE) on your plebeian asses. First, 'Not Joey Flash Number One' - and you know who you are - how is it that you spent near the entirety of your career being #beachbodybagged, run down, and embarassed by Joey only to turn around and help him when his level of appreciation is less than nothing? Does he even know you're there?
"You've been less than impressive to the rest of the federation, so I don't see why the man who made your lunch before he took you to school would even spare you a passing glance? In Joey's mind, this is how the Trio's Champions look:
"You're not even there. You don't even exist in the eyes of your own tag team partner...you're just along for the ride.
"Fitting, isn't it? I mean, I'm not illustrating any pictures for you. You, and everyone else, are just conjuring them up in your head. This is my voice on a tape recorder, ELL EM AYE OH. So look, Joey single handedly killed your career, and now he's just kicking dirt on your grave. You're so far down the pecking line that I'm not even sure if you belong in this match. Is it too late to replace you with Howard Black? Maybe the three of them would have a chance in hell of winning this match, but the way it's shaping up right now? If I were an Occulo fan - Godnilla bless that one poor bastard - I wouldn't hold my breath for an Occulo victory this week.
"The one main difference between Joey and I - besides the fact that I'm better than him in every concievable way - is that I don't destroy everything I create. When I take someone under my wing, I make them into one of the most vicious, ruthless motherfuckers in the world. Take my brother Dustin Beaver, for example. You look at him, he seems like he weighs a buck fifty soaking wet, and I turned him into one of THE most dominant champions in recent memory. I can bolster somebody up rather than sucking them dry for every last ounce of credibility they have, 'Not Joey Flash Number One'.
"You learned that the hard way when my boi Dusty #beachbodied the absolute fuck out you in the middle of the ring, didn't you? Ever since then, you haven't really been able to recover. You're most prolific victory in the last few months was when Joey pinned Vic Venable to gain those Trio straps. What a fucking sad life you lead 'Not Joey Flash Number One'. Playing third fiddle to the man who kicked you out of the band a long ass time ago. I would pity you if you were pitiable, but you kind of brought this mess on yourself now. That's going to be the humdrum ballad of your career. Your swan song. Joey Flash's sloppy ninths, and I don't think you ever got to audition BOI.
“You see Joey? You see the way I use your own teammates to #beachbody you? You're probably sitting there, listening to this recording like 'Don't worry! I'm just saving my A stuff for the pay per view! Just wait Wade and I'll get ya then'...but this is me using my C stuff and I'm fucking absolutely #shipwrekn you ya miserable pleb. I'm not even shooting on you and I'm killing you...my Godnilla, this shit is easy. If taking the World Championship off of your waist is half as easy as this, I could do it twice in one night.
“It'll be almost as easy as leading #BeachKrew to a meaningful victory this week, something you couldn't do for you team if your life depended on it. Everything has to be about 'Joey Flash'. There are no Sentinels, only Joey. Great job burying everyone to have your name be somewhat marketable.
“And what about you, 'Not Joey Flash Number Two'? – and trust me, I have a pretty good feeling that you know who you are too. How does it feel to know that you took Joey to the fucking woodshed not once, not twice, but three fucking times and somehow he's the one who gets to stand at the top of the mountain with the World Championship around his waist?! If I wasn't in the picture, of course, would it be you going after the World Championship?
“Chances are slim, because I think somehow Joey Flash effectively neutered you. He took the bite out of the dog...but it was worth it so you guys can call each other 'equals' now, right? You guys can slap your arm around each others shoulders and pal around? Maybe go on a lunch date every now and then? What a fucking absolute gag you are, 'Not Joey Flash Number Two'.
“Everything's been pretty quiet on the sandbar lately, which is crazy because about three months ago you were at the tippy top of this federation, bellowing down to all those beneath you....but here recently, you've been looking up...looking up at Joey while he caresses your face and makes sweet love to your mouth. Is that what the mask is for now? To cover up your shame?
“You're barely even fit to be a third of the Trio Champions now. What once were fervent sands are now dried up dunes - ha, I said it! Don't you feel special now ELL EM AY OOOOOOOOOH! - and #BeachKrew's rolling through with that Tidal Wave. My man Rabid has a dust buster he's going to bang you with...but I prefer to just wipe the floor with you.
“You became what everyone expected you to 'Not Joey Flash Number Two'. You're a standard mongo who learned some desert karate, won a world championship in the greatest federation on the planet, and subsequently fucked off into obscurity. All the hard work, everything you've done, was suctioned away from you as Joey Flash took off with that jetpack. He left you in the dust, throwing you a pity main event every time he has to defend those Tri...
“Oh, wait? The three of you aren't putting the Trios Championships on the line? That makes total sense considering that you have no chance of walking away from this match with a victory. If you were really as confident in your abilities as you say – see: think – you are, you would have offered them up right off the bat. A true display of dominance, as #BeachKrew would have done...but it turns out you shit your pants at the sight of the card, thanking Seth Lerch that they weren't on the line.
“You won't be so lucky come Explosion, Joseph. Try and enjoy your one month title reign as much as you possibly can, because I'm going to ensure that you don't. The World Championship will be on the line. Your first defense against a more dominant champion than you could ever dream of being...and before you go all 'I beat Jayson Price and you didn't', just know that I didn't lose to Jayson Price. I lost to something else entirely. That won't be the case at the end of the month. You're fighting a Wade Moor with something to prove...and that's the most dangerous man in the world, Flash.”
#SeaYouAtSlam
#FlashMobGenocidist
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Part I: Dark Night Feeling
The foliage cried foul as the three men made way through the Everglade swamp. A warm wind whipped through the trees and drew sweat on their brows, illuminating their skin under the setting sun. Wade looked towards his two compatriots – Johnny Rabid and Dustin Beaver – as they shifted a fallen tree trunk out of the way. Their faces were solid, hellbent on completing the miserable trek towards Wade's childhood home. Wade looked towards the sky and started getting that dark night feeling.
“It might be too dark to see soon”, Wade spoke, “Then we'll be in for a hell of a night.”
Dustin cut through a plethora of branches and weeds with a large machete, hacking away at the bunch with might unmatched. Wade looked towards Dustin and genuinely smiled. Nothing had made him happier than watching Beaver grow over the last few months. It warmed Wade's black heart, like a little brother than he never had, molded in his image. He remembered when they pulled him from the primordial ooze. He was just a shade of what he is today. A true animal. The jaws of #BeachKrew.
It was – in fact – Dustin's idea to take this detour to Wade's childhood home. He felt that seeing the place where Wade had grown into the man he is today would help put things into perspective...but little did Dustin know that coming out here had bigger implications than that. He would be subjected to the place where Wade had endured countless years of abuse and psychological torture from his father, William Moor...and also his grave. That unmarked pond some hundred yards from the dilapidated cabin.
“Don't worry”, Dustin said with a tone of serious belying the man, “We'll get there.”
Wade couldn't help but smile again. He crossed his arms and watched Dustin work at the branches and brambles once more. It was actually Dustin's idea to come out to this miserable swamp. Maybe it was Dustin's taste for adventure? Or perhaps something was calling to him? Deep down inside of Wade, something roared at the possibilities this night could entail. When Dustin Beaver came face to face with what happened to Wade as a child, it would change him forever.
Rabid worked diligently alongside Dustin, moving branches and rotten tree trunks out of the way. Though Beaver and Wade were glistening with sweat in the hot spring night, Rabid had barely begun to break one. Rabid was indeed an entity, Wade thought to himself as Rabid threw his head back and began to rotate his shoulder muscles, but an entity that he was glad to have on their side. Rabid cracked his knuckles, whistling a jovial tune to himself, and went right back to work.
Wade jumped in, helping the two plow through the path that had been covered with years of growth in his absence. Dustin brought the machete down on two tree branches that had grown together and hacked clean between them. He holstered the machete as Wade put his hands directly on the branches and shoved forward, breaking them down and clearing the path before them.
In the distance, the three could see the outline of the cabin, it's sinister shadow egging all three of them towards it. A shiver went down Dustin's spine, exacerbated with a heaving sigh let out at the end of it. He seemed to be having second thoughts about approaching the cabin, but Wade put his hand on his shoulder and pointed towards it.
“Dustin”, Wade spoke, “When you asked me to come out here, what was it that you had hoped to gain from this experience?”
Dustin let the question hang in the cool night air while he chewed over his thoughts. Maybe he was unsure why exactly he had asked for this. Maybe he knew exactly why, but admitting it aloud was too much to bare at the moment.
“Whatever the reason”, Wade interjected, “You're life, everything you've ever known or will know, is going to change forever.”
The realization sent another shiver down Dustin's spine, but Rabid's composure was as firm as a monolith. Wade put a hand on either one of their backs and urged them forward, and their feet began to move of their own accord. They came across no more obstructions: it was as if the path had been cleared before them, as if something else were leading them down it. They rounded on the clearing...but something was revealed that caused Wade to stop the two with a firm arm to either of their chests.
The light of a fire shone through a window of the cabin, dancing against the darkness as if it were trying to ward it off. The light, for some reason, was very bright to Wade. His hand shot up in front of his face, covering his sensitive eyes from the glaring light.
“Wade?” Dustin's now calm voice fluttered in through the dark, “What's wrong?”
“I...” Wade's voice spoke weakly, “I...don't know.”
Wade fell forward to his knees, inexplicably unable to draw air into his lungs. As his vision started to fade, he heard a bevy of laughter crescendo in his head. The sound was inescapable. He pushed his hands against his ears to drown it out, but nothing would halt it.
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Wade felt his consciousness slip away...but it came back just as fast as it left as his two friends both put a shoulder under his arms and lifted him to his feet.
“...to the cabin...losing conscio...” Rabid's voice cut in and out as Wade's eyes fluttered.
The sound of leaves scraping the dirt was the only sound Wade could pick up as the two carried him to the cabin and kicked the front door open. A small squeal was the only sound that greeted them upon arrival. Wade's eyes opened for a brief moment and he was able to see the one who had been trespassing in his cabin.
“Mother?” Wade asked...
His mother stood up from a seat in front of the fireplace and stepped toward him. She held out her hand as Wade fell forward completely and his face hit the rotting wooden floor beneath him.
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Crank.
Hiss.
Squeeze.
The unmistakable death stroke.
“I guess you were hoping that this was over already? That maybe I left the three of you alone for now? Did my words sting like a snake's venom? They carried a dangerous poison...the poison that is the truth. It's all so simple, really. It's why my words shake things up...and why yours fail to cause any kind of a stir.
“Do you know who you're talking to? I would surmise you don't, and that would probably be an accurate guess. You're talking to one of THE most dominant World Champions in the history of the WSeaF. You're talking to one of THE most dominant Tag Team Champions to have ever graced this ring. You're talking to one of THE most dominant Television Champions of all time...
“And yet you think we're still some beach bum frat boys? Was this not explained as a facade long ago? Or do any of you guys actually pay fucking attention? That would be a stretch, I guess, considering who I'm talking to. A retarded mafioso and his two lackeys aren't exactly the height of intelligence in this world.
“We hit you with a Trojan horse, but it wasn't ribbed for your pleasure. You can't stand to think that since we debuted, we've been the most talked about, the highest paid, the MOST dominant team to ever step foot in the WSeaF. 'Not Joey Flash Number One and Two' would like to think that The Sentinels were the peak of one could hope to achieve in the WSeaF...but this was plebeian thinking from the minds of children.
“The member with the most potential in The Sentinels was Howard Black. I'm just going to come out and say it. If it weren't for the man the two of you now back – yeah you remember when that shit stain broke your supposed friends arm? - then he would probably be having the most successful career of The Sentinels. If he wasn't consistently held down under the strong arm of 'Not Joey Flash Number Two', then he might have gone somewhere. He came back and absolutely carried Joey Flash and 'Not Joey Flash Number One' through the main portion of their Trios Championship reign, except actually acquiring the championships because that's what Flash is there for right? Then 'Not Joey Flash Number Two' showed up and had Howard Black hand the strap over to him.
"There he goes, holding the man down again. Maybe you three were meant for each other? Joey Flash likes to have his fingers in everybodies pie and you two are happy to just bend over for him. He's not doing your careers any favors, and neither are you by sticking by his side. Do yourselves a solid and drop that fucking scum sucking leech before what happened to Imperium happens to you.
"Meanwhile, #BeachKrew is going to do what they do best, and that's fucking plow through you like it's nothing. You're talking to the most unselfish team in the WSeaF...well, when it comes to people within our own ranks that is. You think I wouldn't be happy if Beaver drops you with that Beaver-To-Belly and kills you in the ring like he did that redheaded whore Celeste? You think I wouldn't be proud if Rabid drilled your head into the mat with that Kingdom Destroyer? I'll be the first one to shake their hands and hit them with that #WadeClapGif.
“That's what a real team does...not whatever you three have going for you. You have two impressive singles competitors and a man who can't win a match unless it's by proxy. And the three of you have the audacity to say that #BeachKrew is dead and buried? Nah, BOI. We've taken a few licks, but this match will be our resurgence. It will be the first step of many as we get back on track to reclaiming what is ours.
“Rejoice in your gold, your last claim to fame...because once you no longer hold it? Then you'll realize just how miserable and pathetic your careers truly have been. You spend so long acting like we made some kind of monkey fisted deal with devil...but the truth is? The devil made a deal with us. Kill Joey Flash and his #fuccboisquad...and we intend on doing just that.”
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Part II: Did You Tie The Boat?
A drunken haze washed over Wade as he felt his eyes jump to life. His head hurt with the force of a thousand hangovers and he slipped back down to the floor as he tried to lift himself up. He felt a hand on his shoulder and a voice creep in through the darkness.
“...ade....Wade?!” Dustin Beaver's called out.
“...alright....ust fainted...” Rabid replied.
Wade's eyes shot open and the reality of the moment came flooding back into his vision.
“Who are you?” Rabid said as he stepped toward the woman standing by the fire.
Instead of answering, she returned to her seat by the fire, sticking her hands out towards it to warm them up. She turned back towards the three men and gestured them forward.
“Please”, she said, “Come warm yourselves by the fire. You look like something's given you quite the fright.”
Wade was finally able to push himself up to his knee with the help of Dustin Beaver, who's face was painted with a look of extreme confusion. He kept his hand on Wade's shoulder, looking as if he was ready for a fight at any moment. Wade pushed Dustin's hand away and crawled toward the rocking chair that his mother was sitting in.
“Mom?” Wade asked, “What are y...how did...why are you here?”
It was the only thing he could think to ask. His mother returned a curt smile and went back to warming her bones.
“William, always a comic”, she replied, “Calling me mom because I remind you of your mother? You know I hate that joke! Tell me, did you finish your hunt? Who are your friends?”
Wade's brow furrowed as he stared at his mother's aging face with confusion even deeper than Dustins. Rabid just stood off at the side, arms crossed, as if he already knew what was happening.
“Mom...it's me...” Wade said but Rabid was the one who stepped forward to put a hand on his shoulder, “It's your son, Wade.”
His mother laughed.
“Please William”, she said, “You know we don't have any children, and I'm getting a little tired of the joke. Please, come sit by the fire. I made some stew.”
Wade shot out his hand and gripped his mother's arm tight, which caused her to turn in her seat and glare at him.
“MOM PLEASE!” Wade shouted, “WHATS WRONG WITH YOU?! HOW DID YOU GET OUT HERE?!”
She stared at him for a moment, making eye contact for the longest time. Her eyes welled up for a moment, as if somewhere deep down she was fully recognizing her baby boy's face...but she brushed his hand off with a smile and turned back towards the fire.
“Please tell me you remembered to tie the boat, William?” she said, “You know you're always flustered when you have to wade out and grab it. Did you tie the boat?”
Wade's head sunk low, the gravitas of the situation finally settling in. His mother's mind was starting to fade in her old age...the only family member that he had left, and she didn't even know who he was.
“Come on Wade”, Rabid spoke as he started lifting him off the ground, “Let's go.”
Wade stood up but pushed Rabid away.
“Yeah Wade”, Beaver interjected, “I don't know what else to say.”
Wade wiped away a lone tear before speaking.
“I can't just leave her here”, Wade said, “She won't last like this.”
“Maybe we can drop her off at one of those homes?” Beaver asked.
Wade shook his head, holding his hand out.
“No...” he replied, “I have somebody she can stay with.”
He turned on his heels to face Rabid and Beaver.
“Guys...please keep this between us? I don't want the others to know about this.”
“Of course, Wade” Beaver replied.
Rabid nodded his head in reply, and the three of them formed a pious bond right there in that ramshackle cabin in that miserable swamp.
