To Sleep, Perchance To Nightmare
Apr 22, 2016 12:47:30 GMT -5
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Post by The Polar Phantasm on Apr 22, 2016 12:47:30 GMT -5
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[Aftermath 2016 is upon us, and for the Polar Phantasm it is a significant pay per view indeed; it's his return to active WCF competition after far, far too long on a shelf. Some would say he's past his prime; some would say he was never any good in the first place. Those people would be fools by most people's estimates; the Phantasm has never been in better fighting shape, and he's itching to prove himself once more. Unfortunately, he finds himself behind more than one eight-ball; not only does Sarah Twilight once again have underhanded connections with WCF management (as she has had for much of her WCF career), but his own mind is taking him places he doesn't necessarily wish to go while trying to prepare for war.]
[But there's not much he can do about it; when your mind is one of your great strengths, you have to give it some leeway at times else risk curtailing your abilities along with your dreams. And dreams are indeed what greets the Phantasm on this evening, as he lies in bed awaiting Sunday... dreams of ghosts past, ghosts present and ghosts perhaps of his future.]
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POLAR PHANTASM (volume 4) #3: To Sleep, Perchance To Nightmare
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[Scene: Reading, PA; roof of the WCF Arena. Or is it? It's very dark and downright spooky; we can barely see beyond the edges of the building, as everything beyond the physical realm that is the roof of the building seems lost in a murky sea of dark mist. Standing alone on the roof of the building is the Polar Phantasm, looking out into the endless cloud of nothingness soup... he's dressed to wrestle, elbow pads and all; he seems to be as confused by this fact as anyone, judging by his reaction as he gives himself a once-over glance. He hears the door to the roof open behind him; as he spins around to see who has joined him, he sees no one. From off to his right, across the roof from the door, he hears a familiar voice.]
Comedian: Welcome back, Cameron. I missed the shit out of you, buddy.
[Phantasm turns to see the spitting image of his old friend Lucien; he knows, though, that this chainsmoking trenchcoated fellow with the wild eyebrows and intense stare is definitely not his 'counterpart', reporter turned journalist Lucien Hicks. No, this one's the weird one; this one's the one who claims to pull all the strings.]
Phantasm: Why, where did I go? I know where I was.
Comedian: Actually, we're both a little fuzzy on where you were. Where we were.
Phantasm: Yeah, it works like that, I guess. Hey, if I gave you a head injury, what would happen to me?
[The Comedian shakes his head, laughing slightly.]
Comedian: Let's never try and find that out. Ok? For all you know I end up remembering you just fine, but forget you have a wife and kid or something.
Phantasm: So what's up? I assume I'm dreaming...
Comedian: You are correct, sir. There's things you need to see... you need to know what you're up against here.
Phantasm: Twilight? Yeah, I know. Eye-Seven filled me in earlier; she's got suction with Lerch, she can take the match in any direction she wants. I could be walking into a minefield in my first match back in the 'fed in years.
Comedian: Yeah, that's all legit; I don't trust Twilight or Lerch, and I actually like the fuckers.
Phantasm: Twilight? Really?
Comedian: You know what kayfabe is?
Phantasm: Yeah.
Comedian: Well, I don't.
[The Comedian smiles; Phantasm laughs, shaking his head.]
Phantasm: So even in a world where Twilight isn't totally evil, she's still kinda shady.
[This time, the Comedian laughs and shakes his head.]
Comedian: Some things aren't worth explaining; this is one of them. Come on; you need to know that you're right where you're supposed to be.
[Phantasm begins to object, but sees the sky changing to a bluish-gray; he then notices that they're no longer on the roof of the Arena, but instead atop a half-destroyed castle. From behind them, they hear the sound of electricity crackling; a man in a blue and yellow costume is fighting a redhaired woman in a purple robe; their weapon of choice in this duel appears to be forked lightning bolts, and they're both hovering about four feet above the castle's roof. Though his outfit is a different color and his hair is its natural shade of brown, the Phantasm is obviously this man; or is he? After all, the Phantasm can't float in the air or shoot lightning bolts out of his hands... and this woman, is this some other dimension's Sarah Twilight?]
Phantasm: Who are they?
Comedian: We're Circuit, she's Sinistrati. This is what the world would look like if Twilight really was a sorceress and you became a superhero in high school.
[Polar looks at him agape; his attention is quickly stolen.]
Circuit: Sinistrati, your time is over- you've driven the world mad, and the Confederacy is finally going to take you down!
Phantasm (muttered): Confederacy?
Sinistrati: I don't see your little friends, Circuit- I'm sure my forces are taking good care of them, though. You'll see them soon... you're about to join them in death!
[...A lone figure draped in black leaps from an outside wall, daggers at the ready; a mask is removed, and Polar sees what he can only assume is this realm's Frank Venable. Sinistrati, unforunately, notices him as well.]
Sinistrati: Ah, good- the other Morningstar son.
Phantasm (muttered): Did she just say Frank's my brother?
[She fires a bolt at what we can now assume is Circuit's brother; he dodges, flinging a dagger at his opponent and watching helplessly as he misses two inches to the left of her ear. Circuit takes the opportunity to shout unintelligibly, launching a volley of power at Sinistrati; it takes its toll on the both of them, as both are down on their knees for a moment after his display of voltage. From her knees, Sinistrati begins chanting something; she lifts one hand, and from it emerges a reddish sphere which flies toward Circuit, encompassing him. Sinistrati finishes her chant; with the last of her power, she causes Circuit to explode spectacularly.]
Phantasm: What the fuck? Did I just die?
Comedian: Wait, check out Teether. He's about to lose his-
[As predicted, 'Teether' screams out in hate.]
Teether: NOOOO YOU BITCH-
[His dagger flies true, piercing Sinistrati's chest; unfortunately, the cackling sorceress was halfway dematerialized at the time. There is no telltale bloodspot; he searches madly for any evidence that he damaged the witch, but finds none. He looks up to the sky...]
Teether: Cameron, my brother... I hope you're right. I hope you can pull it together.
[Teether is quickly joined atop the ruined castle by a large man with a tremendous sword that looks suspiciously like Corey Black.]
Phantasm: Am I- Is Circuit- dead?
Comedian: Nah, he's just been forcibly dispersed over like, half a hemisphere. Within six weeks he'll reform... someplace, no clue where. Poor guy. It's not easy being us in any dimension, you know?
[Phantasm shrugs. He points to the remaining figures.]
Phantasm: Are they Frank and Corey?
Comedian: Yes and no. The similarities are there, for sure; you see them the way you want to see them because it makes the most sense to you. That said, if Corey was here he'd probably wonder why that guy looks like him, too. He'd probably be able to swing that sword, too. It weighs about as much as he does, but it's enchanted; kinda like a 'Thor's hammer' thing.
Phantasm: Why are we-
[The scene changes suddenly back to the roof of the WCF Arena; Polar stutters for a second, but continues.]
Phantasm: -were we in that dimension? So you could show me that Twilight murders me in other worlds?
Comedian: I told you, Circuit didn't die. Neither did Sinistrati. It's what they do... it's the circle of life. She ruins everything because it's her job, basically; it's his job to rally the world's heroes to fight the good fight no matter the cost.
Phantasm: And why does this- oh. You're saying it's my job to stop Twilight. I already figured that much, a while ago, back when we started the-
Comedian: Yep. Stop right there. It's that eight-letter word you've got on the tip of your tongue, Cameron... that's where you need to stop. Stop and think, really really hard.
Phantasm: But how can any of this help me with Twilight?
[The Comedian lights a cigarette; he takes a drag, then exhales with a smile.]
Comedian: Not everything is that easy, Cam. When you see her, tell Bonnie Blue I said hi, ok?
Phantasm: ...wait, Bonnie Blue? The girl from Rebellution?
Comedian: Yeah, you should talk to her. About that thing you're thinking about. She knows a lot more than you'd expect... just like her dad.
Phantasm: Wait, that's really- she's really- hey, where did you go?
[As quickly as he appeared, the comedian has gone; in his place, a chorus of whispering voices join Polar from the depths of the mist surrounding him.]
Voices: Lead us... You know the way... Follow you-... ...save professional wrestling. For the greater good- -you are the Phantasm. What is our plan?
[Polar shouts over the voices.]
Phantasm: Who are they?
[The comedian responds from behind the Phantasm.]
Comedian: They are your team.
[The comedian picks the Phantasm up by his singlet, lifting him above his head as if Polar were a 12-pack of Charmin.]
Comedian: I think you should join them.
[He carries Polar toward the edge; the Phantasm shouts in confusion.]
Phantasm: But- who are they? Who- why are you doing this? Who are these voices?
Comedian: It's ok, Cam. You know the answer already; just fucking say it already!
[The comedian pitches the Phantasm off the roof of the WCF Arena, into the misty nothingness; it embraces him completely...]
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Phantasm: Pantheon!
[Scene: New Antarctica, Nevada; the bedroom of the Unstable Elements. Polar wakes with a start, shouting and waking his wife.]
Nightmare: You have that dream where you're a kid with the spray paint again?
[As confusing of a question as that could've been, Polar quickly responds with a headshake.]
Phantasm: The comedian showed me a comic book world and threw me off a building.
Nightmare: Oh, that guy. He sounds like a total dick. Was it at least cool?
[She snuggles up close to Polar; he yawns and mumbles his answer.]
Phantasm: Twilight blew me up and then disappeared. And Frank was my brother.
Nightmare: She what?
Phantasm: Mmmhmm.
Nightmare: Oh, fuck that bitch. We're training the shit out of you tomorrow.
Phantasm: We gonna train on how to avoid magical explosions?
Nightmare: Eh, if we've got time. Come here, you.
[She nuzzles up with her man, giving him little kisses on his neck.]
Phantasm: Stop, seriously- sleep. Got work to do tomorrow.
[She mewls in frustration.]
Nightmare: But you were gone for like, weeks- seriously, Cam, I'm gonna go nuts with you on the road so much...
Phantasm: Well, you can beat me up some tomorrow, if that helps you sleep tonight.
[She quietly acquiesces.]
Phantasm: Maybe you and Jeff could come stay with us in Fleetwood.
[She rolls over into position as 'little spoon', eagerly wedging herself into her 'big spoon' as best she can.]
Nightmare: We both miss Daddy an awful lot.
[...A few seconds later, Polar slaps his pillow with frustration. Nightmare giggles with glee.]
Nightmare: I win!
Phantasm: Just the once, though- then sleep. And bite your pillow or something- you're way loud tonight.
Nightmare: I'm gonna bite something, alright.
[He sighs.]
Phantasm: In that case, we're definitely doing this doggy. And maybe with your head wedged under the headboard.
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[Scene: New Antarctica, PA; basement gym, wrestling ring. The Unstable Elements stare one another down across the ring... Nightmare is dressed in her classic wrestling attire (black bodysuit with flames up the legs and a flaming stallion on her chest) sans facepaint and weapons; Polar is wearing a blue sweatsuit, the pants blue and white spotted pajama pants.]
Nightmare: So the idea here is what, again?
Phantasm: Try and mimic Twilight's style as best you can.
Nightmare: Oh, yeah- pretend to be Sarah Twilight. That's way up high on my list of things I've never wanted to hear you ask me, Cam.
[She smiles sarcastically.]
Nightmare: You sure you don't want me to pretend to be that Ice Princess girl?
[She winks at her husband, then does a little twirl.]
Phantasm: What? No. Why would you-
[He sighs.]
Phantasm: Just focus. I have to be ready for anything, and you should be helping me; if you want to tease me about girls dressed up like Polar cheerleaders, we'll do it later-
[Nightmare catches him in the middle of his flustered speech and cracks him with a sidekick. Polar rolls to dodge a knee drop; he reaches vertical base just in time to catch his wife coming off the ropes and drill her with a power slam. She reaches up and grasps him by the hair, giving him a kiss on the lips; he recoils with frustration.]
Phantasm: This isn't foreplay- I said to mimic Twilight, Crystal.
Nightmare: How do you know I'm not?
[She grasps him by the sides of the face, forcing her thumbs into his eye sockets. He shouts in pain; going by instinct, the Phantasm yanks his opponent's hair back and connects to the jaw with a wild right hook. Nightmare releases, stumbling back and then landing on her ass.]
Phantasm: Come on, bring it, you bitch-
Nightmare: Wait, Cam-
[He stops, concerned in his zealousness he may have injured his wife... giving just enough of an opening for her to scissor him down with her legs. She climbs atop him gently, as a lover rather than a fighter.]
Nightmare: This isn't going to work like you want it to. I'm not Sarah Twilight and apparently all pretending I am is going to get us is naked faster... and as disgusting of a statement as that is to say, it's a valid point.
[She begins kissing his neck.]
Phantasm: You've got this, Cam. You've been ready for that bitch for four years, and that was before you got all super saiyan in the gym.
Phantasm: I don't know, I guess you might be right...
Nightmare: You've never been more ready, baby. Now, if you're so inclined, you have a son that would like to play with his father before he goes back to work...
[Polar smiles, then tries to get up; his wife holds him down to the best of her ability.]
Nightmare: ...uh, that is, once you get finished playing with me.
[As we leave New Antarctica, we leave it in the capable hands of the Unstable Elements; once can only assume that they'll be finished what they're doing soon enough. As for whether or not the Phantasm has properly prepared for Sarah Twilight... we'll just have to wait 'til Aftermath and see, won't we? Until then, cats and kittens... beware the ministrations of Sinistrati.]
[(c) Wrestling Championship Federation 2016. The views of Nightmare and the Polar Phantasm are not those of WCF or any of its sponsors or affiliates. All rights reserved.]
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[Aftermath 2016 is upon us, and for the Polar Phantasm it is a significant pay per view indeed; it's his return to active WCF competition after far, far too long on a shelf. Some would say he's past his prime; some would say he was never any good in the first place. Those people would be fools by most people's estimates; the Phantasm has never been in better fighting shape, and he's itching to prove himself once more. Unfortunately, he finds himself behind more than one eight-ball; not only does Sarah Twilight once again have underhanded connections with WCF management (as she has had for much of her WCF career), but his own mind is taking him places he doesn't necessarily wish to go while trying to prepare for war.]
[But there's not much he can do about it; when your mind is one of your great strengths, you have to give it some leeway at times else risk curtailing your abilities along with your dreams. And dreams are indeed what greets the Phantasm on this evening, as he lies in bed awaiting Sunday... dreams of ghosts past, ghosts present and ghosts perhaps of his future.]
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POLAR PHANTASM (volume 4) #3: To Sleep, Perchance To Nightmare
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[Scene: Reading, PA; roof of the WCF Arena. Or is it? It's very dark and downright spooky; we can barely see beyond the edges of the building, as everything beyond the physical realm that is the roof of the building seems lost in a murky sea of dark mist. Standing alone on the roof of the building is the Polar Phantasm, looking out into the endless cloud of nothingness soup... he's dressed to wrestle, elbow pads and all; he seems to be as confused by this fact as anyone, judging by his reaction as he gives himself a once-over glance. He hears the door to the roof open behind him; as he spins around to see who has joined him, he sees no one. From off to his right, across the roof from the door, he hears a familiar voice.]
Comedian: Welcome back, Cameron. I missed the shit out of you, buddy.
[Phantasm turns to see the spitting image of his old friend Lucien; he knows, though, that this chainsmoking trenchcoated fellow with the wild eyebrows and intense stare is definitely not his 'counterpart', reporter turned journalist Lucien Hicks. No, this one's the weird one; this one's the one who claims to pull all the strings.]
Phantasm: Why, where did I go? I know where I was.
Comedian: Actually, we're both a little fuzzy on where you were. Where we were.
Phantasm: Yeah, it works like that, I guess. Hey, if I gave you a head injury, what would happen to me?
[The Comedian shakes his head, laughing slightly.]
Comedian: Let's never try and find that out. Ok? For all you know I end up remembering you just fine, but forget you have a wife and kid or something.
Phantasm: So what's up? I assume I'm dreaming...
Comedian: You are correct, sir. There's things you need to see... you need to know what you're up against here.
Phantasm: Twilight? Yeah, I know. Eye-Seven filled me in earlier; she's got suction with Lerch, she can take the match in any direction she wants. I could be walking into a minefield in my first match back in the 'fed in years.
Comedian: Yeah, that's all legit; I don't trust Twilight or Lerch, and I actually like the fuckers.
Phantasm: Twilight? Really?
Comedian: You know what kayfabe is?
Phantasm: Yeah.
Comedian: Well, I don't.
[The Comedian smiles; Phantasm laughs, shaking his head.]
Phantasm: So even in a world where Twilight isn't totally evil, she's still kinda shady.
[This time, the Comedian laughs and shakes his head.]
Comedian: Some things aren't worth explaining; this is one of them. Come on; you need to know that you're right where you're supposed to be.
[Phantasm begins to object, but sees the sky changing to a bluish-gray; he then notices that they're no longer on the roof of the Arena, but instead atop a half-destroyed castle. From behind them, they hear the sound of electricity crackling; a man in a blue and yellow costume is fighting a redhaired woman in a purple robe; their weapon of choice in this duel appears to be forked lightning bolts, and they're both hovering about four feet above the castle's roof. Though his outfit is a different color and his hair is its natural shade of brown, the Phantasm is obviously this man; or is he? After all, the Phantasm can't float in the air or shoot lightning bolts out of his hands... and this woman, is this some other dimension's Sarah Twilight?]
Phantasm: Who are they?
Comedian: We're Circuit, she's Sinistrati. This is what the world would look like if Twilight really was a sorceress and you became a superhero in high school.
[Polar looks at him agape; his attention is quickly stolen.]
Circuit: Sinistrati, your time is over- you've driven the world mad, and the Confederacy is finally going to take you down!
Phantasm (muttered): Confederacy?
Sinistrati: I don't see your little friends, Circuit- I'm sure my forces are taking good care of them, though. You'll see them soon... you're about to join them in death!
[...A lone figure draped in black leaps from an outside wall, daggers at the ready; a mask is removed, and Polar sees what he can only assume is this realm's Frank Venable. Sinistrati, unforunately, notices him as well.]
Sinistrati: Ah, good- the other Morningstar son.
Phantasm (muttered): Did she just say Frank's my brother?
[She fires a bolt at what we can now assume is Circuit's brother; he dodges, flinging a dagger at his opponent and watching helplessly as he misses two inches to the left of her ear. Circuit takes the opportunity to shout unintelligibly, launching a volley of power at Sinistrati; it takes its toll on the both of them, as both are down on their knees for a moment after his display of voltage. From her knees, Sinistrati begins chanting something; she lifts one hand, and from it emerges a reddish sphere which flies toward Circuit, encompassing him. Sinistrati finishes her chant; with the last of her power, she causes Circuit to explode spectacularly.]
Phantasm: What the fuck? Did I just die?
Comedian: Wait, check out Teether. He's about to lose his-
[As predicted, 'Teether' screams out in hate.]
Teether: NOOOO YOU BITCH-
[His dagger flies true, piercing Sinistrati's chest; unfortunately, the cackling sorceress was halfway dematerialized at the time. There is no telltale bloodspot; he searches madly for any evidence that he damaged the witch, but finds none. He looks up to the sky...]
Teether: Cameron, my brother... I hope you're right. I hope you can pull it together.
[Teether is quickly joined atop the ruined castle by a large man with a tremendous sword that looks suspiciously like Corey Black.]
Phantasm: Am I- Is Circuit- dead?
Comedian: Nah, he's just been forcibly dispersed over like, half a hemisphere. Within six weeks he'll reform... someplace, no clue where. Poor guy. It's not easy being us in any dimension, you know?
[Phantasm shrugs. He points to the remaining figures.]
Phantasm: Are they Frank and Corey?
Comedian: Yes and no. The similarities are there, for sure; you see them the way you want to see them because it makes the most sense to you. That said, if Corey was here he'd probably wonder why that guy looks like him, too. He'd probably be able to swing that sword, too. It weighs about as much as he does, but it's enchanted; kinda like a 'Thor's hammer' thing.
Phantasm: Why are we-
[The scene changes suddenly back to the roof of the WCF Arena; Polar stutters for a second, but continues.]
Phantasm: -were we in that dimension? So you could show me that Twilight murders me in other worlds?
Comedian: I told you, Circuit didn't die. Neither did Sinistrati. It's what they do... it's the circle of life. She ruins everything because it's her job, basically; it's his job to rally the world's heroes to fight the good fight no matter the cost.
Phantasm: And why does this- oh. You're saying it's my job to stop Twilight. I already figured that much, a while ago, back when we started the-
Comedian: Yep. Stop right there. It's that eight-letter word you've got on the tip of your tongue, Cameron... that's where you need to stop. Stop and think, really really hard.
Phantasm: But how can any of this help me with Twilight?
[The Comedian lights a cigarette; he takes a drag, then exhales with a smile.]
Comedian: Not everything is that easy, Cam. When you see her, tell Bonnie Blue I said hi, ok?
Phantasm: ...wait, Bonnie Blue? The girl from Rebellution?
Comedian: Yeah, you should talk to her. About that thing you're thinking about. She knows a lot more than you'd expect... just like her dad.
Phantasm: Wait, that's really- she's really- hey, where did you go?
[As quickly as he appeared, the comedian has gone; in his place, a chorus of whispering voices join Polar from the depths of the mist surrounding him.]
Voices: Lead us... You know the way... Follow you-... ...save professional wrestling. For the greater good- -you are the Phantasm. What is our plan?
[Polar shouts over the voices.]
Phantasm: Who are they?
[The comedian responds from behind the Phantasm.]
Comedian: They are your team.
[The comedian picks the Phantasm up by his singlet, lifting him above his head as if Polar were a 12-pack of Charmin.]
Comedian: I think you should join them.
[He carries Polar toward the edge; the Phantasm shouts in confusion.]
Phantasm: But- who are they? Who- why are you doing this? Who are these voices?
Comedian: It's ok, Cam. You know the answer already; just fucking say it already!
[The comedian pitches the Phantasm off the roof of the WCF Arena, into the misty nothingness; it embraces him completely...]
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Phantasm: Pantheon!
[Scene: New Antarctica, Nevada; the bedroom of the Unstable Elements. Polar wakes with a start, shouting and waking his wife.]
Nightmare: You have that dream where you're a kid with the spray paint again?
[As confusing of a question as that could've been, Polar quickly responds with a headshake.]
Phantasm: The comedian showed me a comic book world and threw me off a building.
Nightmare: Oh, that guy. He sounds like a total dick. Was it at least cool?
[She snuggles up close to Polar; he yawns and mumbles his answer.]
Phantasm: Twilight blew me up and then disappeared. And Frank was my brother.
Nightmare: She what?
Phantasm: Mmmhmm.
Nightmare: Oh, fuck that bitch. We're training the shit out of you tomorrow.
Phantasm: We gonna train on how to avoid magical explosions?
Nightmare: Eh, if we've got time. Come here, you.
[She nuzzles up with her man, giving him little kisses on his neck.]
Phantasm: Stop, seriously- sleep. Got work to do tomorrow.
[She mewls in frustration.]
Nightmare: But you were gone for like, weeks- seriously, Cam, I'm gonna go nuts with you on the road so much...
Phantasm: Well, you can beat me up some tomorrow, if that helps you sleep tonight.
[She quietly acquiesces.]
Phantasm: Maybe you and Jeff could come stay with us in Fleetwood.
[She rolls over into position as 'little spoon', eagerly wedging herself into her 'big spoon' as best she can.]
Nightmare: We both miss Daddy an awful lot.
[...A few seconds later, Polar slaps his pillow with frustration. Nightmare giggles with glee.]
Nightmare: I win!
Phantasm: Just the once, though- then sleep. And bite your pillow or something- you're way loud tonight.
Nightmare: I'm gonna bite something, alright.
[He sighs.]
Phantasm: In that case, we're definitely doing this doggy. And maybe with your head wedged under the headboard.
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[Scene: New Antarctica, PA; basement gym, wrestling ring. The Unstable Elements stare one another down across the ring... Nightmare is dressed in her classic wrestling attire (black bodysuit with flames up the legs and a flaming stallion on her chest) sans facepaint and weapons; Polar is wearing a blue sweatsuit, the pants blue and white spotted pajama pants.]
Nightmare: So the idea here is what, again?
Phantasm: Try and mimic Twilight's style as best you can.
Nightmare: Oh, yeah- pretend to be Sarah Twilight. That's way up high on my list of things I've never wanted to hear you ask me, Cam.
[She smiles sarcastically.]
Nightmare: You sure you don't want me to pretend to be that Ice Princess girl?
[She winks at her husband, then does a little twirl.]
Phantasm: What? No. Why would you-
[He sighs.]
Phantasm: Just focus. I have to be ready for anything, and you should be helping me; if you want to tease me about girls dressed up like Polar cheerleaders, we'll do it later-
[Nightmare catches him in the middle of his flustered speech and cracks him with a sidekick. Polar rolls to dodge a knee drop; he reaches vertical base just in time to catch his wife coming off the ropes and drill her with a power slam. She reaches up and grasps him by the hair, giving him a kiss on the lips; he recoils with frustration.]
Phantasm: This isn't foreplay- I said to mimic Twilight, Crystal.
Nightmare: How do you know I'm not?
[She grasps him by the sides of the face, forcing her thumbs into his eye sockets. He shouts in pain; going by instinct, the Phantasm yanks his opponent's hair back and connects to the jaw with a wild right hook. Nightmare releases, stumbling back and then landing on her ass.]
Phantasm: Come on, bring it, you bitch-
Nightmare: Wait, Cam-
[He stops, concerned in his zealousness he may have injured his wife... giving just enough of an opening for her to scissor him down with her legs. She climbs atop him gently, as a lover rather than a fighter.]
Nightmare: This isn't going to work like you want it to. I'm not Sarah Twilight and apparently all pretending I am is going to get us is naked faster... and as disgusting of a statement as that is to say, it's a valid point.
[She begins kissing his neck.]
Phantasm: You've got this, Cam. You've been ready for that bitch for four years, and that was before you got all super saiyan in the gym.
Phantasm: I don't know, I guess you might be right...
Nightmare: You've never been more ready, baby. Now, if you're so inclined, you have a son that would like to play with his father before he goes back to work...
[Polar smiles, then tries to get up; his wife holds him down to the best of her ability.]
Nightmare: ...uh, that is, once you get finished playing with me.
[As we leave New Antarctica, we leave it in the capable hands of the Unstable Elements; once can only assume that they'll be finished what they're doing soon enough. As for whether or not the Phantasm has properly prepared for Sarah Twilight... we'll just have to wait 'til Aftermath and see, won't we? Until then, cats and kittens... beware the ministrations of Sinistrati.]
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