Post by Gemini Battle on Jul 29, 2016 17:21:42 GMT -5
Fallout: NYC
Part 1: When it Rains it Pours
The bright white office had sunlight blaring in. Gemini kept his window shades open wide taking in the final breaths of naturally occurring Vitamin D for the foreseeable future. The time has come to initiate Operation: Nimbus. The cloud seeding project has been working for nearly 6 months. It doesn’t seem like that much time to hatch an evil plan in the grand scheme of things. Some of the beings Gemini has aligned himself with have been at this for millennia, but Gemini always wanted things fast.
But that didn’t mean that he was going to let things move without precise and meticulous accuracy. Things could be done quickly, efficiently and cheaply and still be high quality. And this was no exception. He sat with Ashish Patel, his head of R&D…
Yes, he left, Patel to writhe in agony in the clutches of a mad vampire and an underground demon that feeds off the muscle fibers of humans in the last edition; however Gemini has dozens of clones of this man that he can work with. In fact a closer look around the laboratory shows an entire fleet of men who look exactly the same.
Many would argue that having the same mind work on the same project could lead to certain biases, but Gemini was sure to make certain that each clone was educated in different techniques and mastered all different avenues of science. The man’s mind was the greatest mind in all the universe and he came at no small expense. However, people, as they often do, expire. Gemini simply ensured that it would take a cataclysmic event to cause chaos in his small world.
Dr. Patel: It’s best to wait until night time. The cloud cover right now is light and it will be more successful with a deeper cover. We are projected to have deep cover by midnight tonight.
Gemini: What a poetic time.
Dr. Patel: The only thing to worry about is chaos theory…
Gemini squirmed at the name. He was on an ultimate hunt for Wrath and he knew chaos wouldn’t be too far behind. Of course he understood the complexities that was talking about was not his personal quest, rather the idea that complex meteorological systems cannot be predicted, but the name still made him feel a bit queasy inside.
Gemini: I don’t like hearing the word worry, Patel.
Dr. Patel: Well there is no way to completely predict what will happen. There are too many variables and being off, even just one millionth of a percent could lead to catastrophic and cataclysmic events.
Gemini: And if you’re off by even one millionth of a percent you know what will happen to you…
He made sure that even though they knew they were clones, that they feared death. It was a powerful motivator, and the force of the words spoken with the solemnity of his voice got his point across.
Dr. Patel: I understand, sir.
Gemini: It’s been 5 months too long to implement this, I have a big weekend coming up, I refuse to let it be dampened… or more appropriately NOT dampened by your insecurities, so I ask you once more… are you prepared for initiation?
Dr. Patel: Of course, sir… I meant no disrespect.
He rushes out of the room and suddenly Invidia appears from underneath Gemini’s desk, wiping her lips.
Invidia: Wow that took forever.
She said as she got to her feet, fixing her revealing dress.
Invidia: That sandwich was amazing, Carnegie Deli?
Gemini: Only the best for my buxom beauty.
She blushed as she rubbed her belly. She was bursting from the seams. This was the first ever Capuan baby to be birthed on Earth. Conception time was unknown, and just because she looked like she was going to give birth, she had for some time now. Very little was known, and the Doctor Patel that was an alien gynecologist was excited to see what would happen.
Invidia: So, we’re almost underway?
Gemini: In time, my sweet. Soon the world will drown in our power. The homeless will be drawn into our homes where they will become our slaves; the middle class will be forced out of their homes and into ours where ultimately the same thing will happen. Then the vampires will feast, the Father will gain his money, the Governor will look like a hero whilst supplying shelter for the less fortunate and the demon babies can spawn. This is the Ultimate Showdown of NYC.
Invidia: Did you say Ultimate Showdown… shit.
Gemini: Yes, I certainly did. You see this is the last part of the puzzle, after Operation: Nimbus is underway it’s a self-working machine. All parts will fall into place and I will be long away from this place, alibis out my asshole with the hectic week that we have planned.
Invidia: Hectic week?
Gemini: Oh yes… interviews, appearances and… this shitty thing I gotta do like now. If we hurry we can make it to the studio, get this shit over with and be on our way. It’s the last night of warmth, honey. Darkness is going to fall and the dead will rise. With rain clouds there can be no sun and the war of the underworld can begin.
Bringing up Bates
Interviewer: Ladies and Gentleman, my name is (Gemini doesn’t hear nor care the name) and I’m here with the NEW WCF Tag team Champions… THE DRG- Represented by Gemini Battle and Thomas Uriel Bates.
Gemini: Listen you ginger fuck…
Gemini started. The interviewer was a dark skinned man with no red hair as far as the eye can see. He sits atop a black metal folding chair, similar to the one that Gemini wants to smash over the head of his partner Thomas Bates.
Gemini: The DRG doesn’t exist. I USED Thomas Bates and made him do my dirty work so I can weasel my way into The Ultimate Showdown. I’m a heel.
Interviewer (maybe Darnell or some other black name): Ha, Gem… you’re such a character. It’s no wonder that you’re so beloved by the fans. And how could they NOT be impressed with this series of maneuvers…
The finale of the match plays on the screen. Thomas Bates is seen with his pants falling down delivering a hideous looking Bates boot to Freezer Burn hardly hurting him. It’s not until Gemini tags himself in, destroys Night Rider with a kick to the face and transitions perfectly into a Moonsault that the match is won… BY GEMINI!
Gemini: Well… Shaquon…
Interviewer: Actually my name is (Gemini again puts metaphorical earplugs in and ignores the man’s name.)
Gemini: Right. Well I must admit that I’m quite the talent. You see, I don’t believe in cheating, or taking short cuts. It’s not my style. My style is to earn everything that I have. And I’ll get it by any means necessary, even if it means cheating. So I can understand why people would like me.
Bates begins to speak and Gemini’s eyes simply glower towards the giant specimen. He’s wearing that stupid fucking vest with those stupid fucking patches on ‘em and his stupid fucking chest hair sticking out from underneath like a more gay version of the village people. He worse leather ass-less chaps over denim jeans… wait a minute… aren’t all chaps ass-less… is it redundant to say ‘ass-less’ chaps…yes… yes it is… he’s wearing leather chaps and cowboy boots that looked more like a hooker’s fuck-me boots. He even gave that interviewer, LeBron, fuck-me eyes.
And you thought he was a racist southerner when in fact he is a gay cowboy. Does it make sense now?
He finished rambling on about whatever the fuck it was he was talking about and then Gemini began to get up.
Interviewer (Shaq?): Where are you going, Mr. Battle?
Gemini: Usually when Bates goes off on one of his things it means we’re done and I can go. Are we not done?
Interviewer (Tupac’s alive?): If you have time I was hoping for a bit more of it.
The mother fucker was so polite. Gemini thought for a moment that he should learn his name. For the briefest moment. He sat back down and smiled that crimson smile that has warmed the hearts of the WCF Galaxy for the past 3 years.
Interviewer (Steve Orbit?): So Mr. Battle. This is your first Ultimate Showdown…
He paused.
Gemini waited.
And waited.
Gemini: Yes it is…
Interviewer (The Poorest Wayans Brother?): Usually the wrestlers comment after I start a sentence. It’s nice to be able to complete a thought. I’ve gotten so used…
Gemini: 3 years I’ve been in the WCF and finally I’ve made it to the Ultimate Showdown. Last year I was the Trio’s Champion, and though I campaigned to have my title in the Ultimate Showdown Seth I think drank too much moonshine and decided against it and instead put me in the fucking opener against a trio of assholes that weren’t good enough to be in Ultimate Showdown. To say that defeating the team of Felix White, Zombie McMorris and KL Henson was easy would be an understatement. I was not challenged. In fact I rarely felt challenged during the Trios Tournament and while holding the Trio’s belt in general. Until this giant, fucking doofus decided to drop all his weight on my shoulders… NO, Bates, let me finish. Fuck, you’re always interrupting me, you buffoon.
This guy think’s that just because he’s a giant that he can say whatever he wants whenever he wants, but it doesn’t work that way, man. Not anymore. You’re not the president of the DRG anymore, man. There isn’t even a DRG to speak of. You’re nothing. The angels of Death are more prominent than the DRG. For anyone listening, the DRG is done, man. Fucking done. There’s no more Dark Rider’s Gang. As much as you want to bring it back, Bates, it’s done.
And it’s no wonder that you want to bring it back, though. Because the DRG was the last time you were anything relevant. It’s the last time that you were anything relevant. You thought that you could go off on your own; you thought that fighting for single’s belts would present you with more opportunity, but what you never realized is that without the DRG you were nothing but a biker. With the DRG you were a successful wrestler with the world in front of you, but without it you were nothing but a lowly biker who didn’t even do cool things like rape and kill.
You rode for charity events and you visited children in the hospital. Not even children you PUT in the hospital. You’re doing it all wrong, and you never even realized it. Or maybe you did, because that fateful day in the dessert when you hunted down the Mexican Cartel and you killed them with your bare hands… you felt alive that day, didn’t you. You felt like you had the strength of a thousand Bateses. You felt like you could accomplish anything, and then that weekend we did the impossible. We won the Trio’s Cup and became the inaugural Trio’s Champs, as well as the longest reigning and best received champs as well. The title lasted only a short while but our legacy will live forever.
Even though you tarnished it.
You got selfish. You became complacent in your place in the CF and became bored with being on the team that ran rough shot over every other trio in the fed. Gonzo disappeared and we were supposed to look after his kid brother. Where were you when he took off? Same place you were when my kid died in the middle of the night. Yea, I brought it up last time we spoke, and I’m fucking bringing it up again. Because THAT’s when I needed someone. That was the last time I was Grayson Pierce and when I began this transformation.
But this time, I ain’t turning back. I’m not going to become the man I used to be. I’m a monster now. I’ve gone too far. There’s no turning back now. I have to crawl into the crevice… it’s the only way to get out. But you… you are way past me. You’re the worst person there is, because at least I can stay here and look at you and tell you that you’re a piece of shit, but you had me trust you… you made me even like you… maybe even love you, man. And then you let me down.
I may do things you don’t agree with. I may manipulate people into doing things that favor me in less-than-legal ways. I may hurt people for fun, and literally feed people to the wolves, but I do it and people expect it from me. Because of all the terrible things I am the ONE thing I’m not is a fucking liar. I never told anyone that I would be there for them and let them down when it mattered most. I may be a monster… but you’re the fucking devil, man.
Gemini stared deep into Bates’ eyes who sat there not expecting this tirade, or perhaps expecting it and bracing himself for it. Gemini knew that Bates felt guilty and he knew that he could make him feel worse. Bates really was a good man, but Gemini didn’t forgive and forget easily… or at all, really. He didn’t think he could make him feel as bad as he wanted, but he was damn sure gonna try.
Gemini: You know the difference between pain and suffering. We always have pain. Everything causes pain. Fighting, loving, kissing and killing. All of it causes pain in one way or another. All of it brings us closer to the earth and makes us one with the world. Pain is good, but pain is forever. But suffering… suffering is a choice. And Bates… you’re suffering right now. You’re suffering because you don’t know who you are anymore. Because, Bates… you play this game where you’re the righteous savior of the world, but at the end of the day… you’re nothing but a failure… and even though you come off as the good guy… you’re not.
You’re not a good guy, Thomas. You’re a bad guy. You felt it happening. You felt the fans turning on you. You felt the fed turning on you, so you went and did the most evil thing you could think of… you ran for US Senate. But then you realized that you weren’t quite evil enough for that either. You were afraid of who you were, and when you tried to embrace it you failed at it.
So you came back, and all the people who demonized you before were gone. You could start fresh and start anew. You brought in a new regime. You’ve taught some of the new guys how to get along in the dub. You are trying to play big brother or father figure to all this young blood that has joined our forces since the world as we knew it went to shit.
But that’s exactly the point, Uriel. The world as we know it doesn’t exist anymore. We’re not here fighting the good fight, we’re just fighting now. That’s all there is. There is no good or evil. You don’t have to pick a side. It’s kill or be killed now. We’re living in a post-apocalyptic world and the line between what’s right and wrong is so blurred that it may not even exist at all.
So keep pretending that you’re going to come out of this thing unscathed. Keep pretending that the world revolves around you. If it makes you feel better that’s really all that matters anymore. But know that what I say is true. Pain is never ending… it only makes us stronger, but suffering is a choice and it makes us weak. When I’m done with you, Bates suffering won’t be a choice anymore. But it still will make you weaker. After it’s all said and done you’ll be wishing for just suffering because what I’m going to make you feel will be far worse that what you’ve ever felt before. And you will wither away and you will die, Thomas.
This… will be the end of you.
Battle gets up out of his chair, and as he does the chair falls silently to the floor behind him. He looks over at the interviewer, then at Bates, and silently he walks away leaving Bates and the interviewer (Childish Gambino?) alone in the wake of misery Gemini left behind.
Interviewer: Well… that was certainly interesting… and I think that’s all the time we have tonight… I’m Geoffrey Handlebar, and have a good night.
He fakes small talk with Bates as the screen turns to black.
Fallout: NYC
Part 2: Darkness Falls
He left the studio where he conducted the interview and slammed the door shut behind him. The fucking hydraulics on the door stopped it from smashing shut which stole the satisfying sound of steel on steel from him which only stood to infuriate him more.
Invidia: Didn’t go well, huh?
Gemini pondered this. Wind blew past his face and cooled his sweaty brow. He shrugged his shoulders.
Gemini: It went about as well as I expected.
The sun began to set on the corner of 23 and Roosevelt in downtown Manhattan. Invidia reached out and grabbed Gemini’s hand. It soothed the savage beast for a while. The sounds of the hustle and bustle of city life with the car horns blaring and the sounds of people clicking shots of the tremendous skyscrapers didn’t help though. NYC built up instead of out, maximizing their potential. He envied this idea by the city and Invidia fed.
The city called to them. They had no intentions of hiding their true selves; Gemini wore his trademark purple suit with white shirt and brown shoes. His hair was green and matted and his face pale white, looking as though it was painted with scars cut from his lips to his ears in a never-ending maniacal smile. Invidia had blond pigtails and wore a numbered t-shirt that was too short and exposed the baby bump about half way. She was very skinny other than the belly. From behind her ass peeked out from her cutoff jeans and men and women alike couldn’t help but sneak a peek. As the women became jealous she again fed, making her belly grow even more and causing Gemini to lust for her feeding another entity somewhere.
They held hands and made their way to the outskirts of town. The lights began to fade and the sun began to set. Darkness was going to fall and where there was darkness there was fun. They heard the rustling from the sewers; they felt the breeze of invisible entities flying past; they smelled the doors to the underworld open up and watched as slews of demons looking just like you and I emerged, all nodding familiarly towards Gemini and his Queen.
He ran this bitch. They all knew that he ran the corporation that made them all possible. He ensured safe passage for them to make their way to this world as long as they kept this world viable. There was no better feeding ground in the universe than Planet Earth. Humans procreated like rabbits, and still, even though there are mass feedings nightly, overpopulation is still a problem. It cases fear, and elation. It instills panic and passion. All parties involved are taken care of, and most humans don’t even know this world exists. It’s an undeterminable atmosphere that creates triumph for those involved.
It was about 10PM now and they knew there were only a few hours left of dry time. They were enjoying their final moments of peaceful bedlam before the frenzied pandemonium began. Not to say that they won’t enjoy the pandemonium but there was something unjaded about their current experience. Life had a funny way of kicking you in the nuts at times, and right now it seemed like nothing could go wrong.
Alpine Lace (Terrible Name for the Part where I Shoot on Alpine, Obviously)
Hand in hand, and thumb in butt, Gemini and Invidia continue their walk down the lover’s path that they’ve trudged upon. As they walk Gemini points out the graffiti on the walls pointing out which rival gangs they represented. He could tell by specific markings. The gangs used these signs to communicate where their territories begin and end.
He made sure to point out the times where that line got blurred and Invidia grew wet with excitement at the prospect of a gang war happening where she stood. Unfortunately for them no such luxuries were available to them this night. However, something unexpectedly pleasant did cross their paths.
Gemini: Shhh… look!
Invidia: We’re not even playing Pokémon Go. (written before the terrible R-Truth sketch at Raw)
Gemini: No, retard. Look!
He points over at a man clearly tripping on bath salts. He’s sitting on top of a garbage can lid that is filled with either his or someone else’s urine. The man is grotesque, half wearing a shirt and yelling at a rat who seems to be trying to eat his knee caps.
Invidia: It’s beautiful!
She was being truthful. The dregs of society turned her on more than anything else.
Invidia: Who is he? Tell me his story.
She loved playing fantasy where she created a back story to a person she saw on the street. She said that it made her better understand human emotion. These complex feelings that humans have has always come naturally to Gemini, perhaps it was his close bond to Grayson Pierce, one that had never, and has never since been experienced by a Capuan. He was happy to share his experience.
Gemini: His name is Brent Alpine…
Invidia: that’s a stupid name.
Gemini: I know. And he wasn’t always crazy…
Invidia: Awww. That must have been hard for him, you know. Not being crazy.
Gemini: It often is. You see sometimes people live in the real world. They see how hard it can be. Brent Alpine entered the world covered in viscous fluid and secretly always wished he could return to the sweet amniotic bliss of his mother’s womb.
However, this cannot be so. For once a man has burst forth they cannot return. A zit cannot be un-popped, a baby seal cannot be unbeaten… a heart cannot be unbroken. So too is true with a mind. A mind that has ruptured cannot be put back together. Doctors have been trying, they’ve tried medication but it only relieves the symptoms, but the underlying problem remains, and probably will forever.
Invidia: this is the most delectable story I have ever heard.
Gemini: And it gets better, because we’re going to stroll back in time where Brent ‘The Shine’ Alpine was…
Invidia: I’m sorry… Did you say ‘Brent… “The Shine” Alpine?’
Gemini: Yes…
Invidia: Oh, god… is this another one of those impromptu wrestling promos?
Gemini: Yes…
Invidia: Against a guy who’s nickname is ‘The Shine?’ What is he, a retard?
Gemini: Yes… but he’s incredibly high functioning… and he’s right there.
He points over at the shirtless man wrestling a tube sock on top of a shit covered box… he is clearly not the real Brent Alpine.
Invidia: Wait… for real?
Gemini: That man over there who is defiling a copy of Ray Bradbury’s Fahrenheit 451 while eating a 3 week old burrito from El Paso Grill is certainly and unequivocally Brent Alpine.
Invida: What happened to him? He’s a champion in the WCF? [/font]
Gemini: Yes he is. He’s the champion of all Televisions. He knows how to work every TV in every stadium or arena we enter.
Invidia: And he makes sure that the channels are all the same?
Gemini: Now you understand. You see, TV Champ was his greatest accomplishment in his past life. He used to be a regular member of society. He was able to discern the difference between reality and make believe. He used to be a viable contender, even if he did procrastinate, but is that really a flaw we can fault him on. Of all the terrible and awful things he does and portrays the fact that he waits till the last minute to do things should be the last thing that anyone mentions about him. In fact… I’ll go ahead and strike this from the record and say that he’s always on time. No one is claiming that he waits purposefully and maliciously until the last minute for things such as preparing for a match in an effort to gain an edge over his opponents. He never has and never will… STRIKEN from the record…
Invidia stares blankly at Gemini.
Gemini: As I was saying. He was a stud in the ring, I mean look at him.
He points at the frail looking homeless man playing patty-cake with the December issue of US magazine in the streets of NYC.
Gemini: He’s formidable. He’s pound for pound the strongest wrestler in the WCF. Sure, Thomas Bates may be the ACTUAL strongest man in the WCF, he’s like 500 lbs so pound for pound he’s as strong as he is supposed to be, but have you ever seen a man fight while tripping on bath salts? He exhibits strength far beyond their normal comprehension. You see, the human body only uses about 20% of their potential energy. If they were to use more their entire body would work too hard and prematurely shut down.
But Brent Alpine has found a way to eliminate the effects of his human flaws. He’s able to work at 100% capacity. I really should take him in and study him…
Invidia: Sounds good, I’ve been looking for a fight…
Gemini: No… look at him!
He points at Brent Alpine who has procured a black and white notebook and seems to be scribbling menacingly into it while foaming from the eyeballs.
Gemini: Even as Capuans we cannot compete with a man of this strength and mental faculties. You know what he’s doing right now? He’s imagining all the guys he’s set to face at Ultimate Showdown in compromising positions. He’s going to call them by name. But they’re really going to be false representations of them.
He likes to create fantasy worlds where he shoots on his opponents by putting them into ridiculous scenarios, claims that these people that he created in his mind are in fact the people that he is fighting and when he beats them up either metaphorically or literally in his imagination land then he thinks it will happen in real life. Poor guy, ever since losing that TV title a few years back hasn’t quite been the same.
Invidia stares at Brent Alpine who has now passed out in a pile of his own vomit and crap.
Invidia: This isn’t Brent Alpine is it?
Gemini: Of course it is…
Unconvinced.
Invidia: And you created a story of delusion, using this homeless guy as an ironic analogy for Brent Alpine, didn’t you?
Gemini: Would you like to eat him now?
Invidia disregarded her prior statements.
Invidia: With pleasure!
She pulled out a napkin and shoved it down the front of her shirt. Gemini presented her with a knife and fork, and she grabbed them like a child who is yelling for food. She smiled maniacally as Invidia burst forth and consumed the homeless man whole.
Fallout: NYC
Part 3: My Wet Hot City Night
Fed and amused Invidia was her pleasant self once again. She was interesting, even for a Capuan. She was ruled by her emotions. She was the embodiment of what Humans called Envy, yet she envied no one. She wanted what she wanted and took it whenever she could. Gemini admired her for so many reasons, and she was the only Capuan who seemed to be connected with their human side as he is.
Soon he will meet his fellow Capuans, this planned month of rain should bring the evil out of the underworld and to the surface. Then as the fear and subsidiary rage spreads throughout the Capuans will have no choice but to feed off the seven deadly sins being done all over the city.
Then we will finally get his chance to meet Wrath again. He was so close, he was certain that Scathe was wrath, and though his assertions were never justified, he knew in his soul that this was the case. However Wrath was known to change forms for no apparent reason. Scathe could very well be no more and a new entity may exist.
Tis a short time until the rain begins. They could already sense the underground swelling with anticipation. The Earth shook underfoot, just barely recognizable but for those who understood the cataclysmic event about to be undertaken.
Gemini: You and me, Invidia. You and me standing out here. Look at the clouds… they’re coming. The stars are vanishing in front of our very eyes.
Invidia: Close your mouth, you might drown.
Gemini: If only that was true. If only that was true.
They were in the heart of Brooklyn, home to such maniacs such as Mikey Extreme. Gemini was never fond of that particular type of lunatic, but respected his terrible nature. He had so much on his mind. He was ready for this fight on Sunday. He was ready to dismantle the elite roster of the WCF singlehandedly if need be.
As the first raindrops began to drop he imagined each one of them a different opponent in the Ultimate Showdown match dropping from their respective golden thrones and becoming nothing more than a puddle in the ground.
Kevin Bishop- From US Champ to puddle.
Nathan Chambers: From Hardcore Champ to Puddle
ZDANK: From Internet Champ to Puddle.
The list goes on and on and to name them all one by one would be redundant and ineffective. This week painted a picture for Gemini. As the drizzle turned to a rain Invidia grabbed him by the arm. He felt the passion in her hands. She felt it coming too. Not only would Gemini walk out of Ultimate Showdown as World Champion but he was going to pave the way for Capuans to be fed forever.
He had 2 goals in his life. He wanted to keep the humans safe by meticulously and realistically managing their population. He had to make sure that enough went missing to maintain order, but not enough that any red flags were thrown. He was walking this balancing act with perfection, and with the procedures he had in place in the company he knew it would be this way for the time being.
And he longed to be the World Champion in WCF. Thus far it was the only World Championship in any wrestling organization that he has been in that has evaded him. He traveled the world winning titles everywhere he went. But this place… well the only reason he came back was for the world title. He’s sick and tired of being left in the dust as people continue to make names for themselves at weaker people’s expense.
Invidia dug her nails tighter into Gemini’s arm and he felt the warm liquid pour through his pores and begin to soak his shirt. He looked over at the purple fingers of Invidia on his flesh then looked in her eyes and he saw something he had never seen before… fear.
Gemini: I’ve gotta rush you to the hospital… it’s happening.
Slane, Slane, Go Away…
Come Again Another Day
Gemini and Invidia finally make it to their destination, a disheveled old house with overgrown grass and a patchwork driveway. He pulls his BMW over and stops.
Invidia: What the fuck are you doing?
Gemini: I’m organically introducing shoot into my character development.
Invidia: Is this another fucking wrestling thing… ugh, here comes the drones.
Gemini: It’s what I do, dear. I am a skilled marksman.
Invidia: I’m in fucking labor!
font color=#e68c19]Gemini: Are you? [/font]
Invidia: Yes, you just said “I’ve gotta rush you to the hospital… it’s happening.” Those were your exact words!
He thought back.
Gemini: I don’t recall.
Invidia: It was literally 109 words ago.
Gemini: Well fuck, I’m amazingly talented, but you know I can’t remember more than 100 words back. Just come inside with me.
She begrudgingly gets up. She’s Capuan after all, and Capua is the alternate dimension that Gemini and Invidia are descendants of, so the labor pain is strictly her human side talking. She could handle it if she is just able to shut it off.
Or Gemini convinced to himself to be able to continue this train of thought. Besides, she was getting up. Sure, she was looking at Gemini like she wanted to rip his face off… it wasn’t the first time and it won’t be the last. She’s a big girl, she can handle herself.
He reaches the door and opens it up. Unlocked, obviously. He turns and watches Invidia saunter up the gravel path and sighs.
Gemini: I don’t have all day, woman!
Invidia: Eat an entire back of dicks.
Gemini: Present them.
She makes it to the door and he points inside.
Invidia: Its… Its beautiful!
He shines his phone light into the room and a half dozen bats fly from the ceiling, towards them and out the door into the distance. The room is dusty, and full of cobwebs. A spider about the size of a half dollar sits in the corner spinning another web to fill up the very little empty space in the room. The windows are boarded up but he walks her over to a specific window and shines a light on the wooden plank. A message is carved into it.
“Death to Humans.”
Invidia: This is the first place you stuck it in me!
Gemini: Who ever knew that human intercourse could be so satisfying?
Invidia: I did… I did inhabit the body of prostitutes before you found me this one, after all.
Gemini: Touché.
Invidia: Many times.
Gemini walked them into another room. Invidia’s pain seemed to fade away and it was filled from ceiling to wall with pictures of bloodied kids.
Gemini: This is from Stuart Slane’s house.
Invidia: He’s some sort of fucked up, huh?
Gemini: Nah… he’s a normal guy. These really aren’t his, I just wanted to play up the creepy child molester boyscout thing one last time before I properly shoot on him. These pictures are from a crime scene that we set up on the good Governor last night so the Priest could get control of his land. Operation Nimbus takes no mercy
Invidia: Well played. How did all of these pictures get here anyway?
She asked indignantly.
Gemini: I had my people come and set the place up…
Invidia: Was that the phone call you made before you took me into the car. I was laying on the ground crying, bleeding from my pussy with a creature trying to claw it’s way out of my body and you called your ‘people’ to set this up so you can talk about Stuart Slane.
Gemini: Honey… he’s the World Champ. I can’t do a shitty non-impressive shoot on him as I could do, oh say, Kevin Bishop… God takes Bishop… what a stupid title anyway.
Invidia: And these aren’t even his pictures… he’s not even the cool kind of Scoutmaster… he’s just the type that takes kids on camping trip and doesn’t rape them or anything.
Gemini: I know, right. Even when he posts on those disgraceful internet boards he’s all ‘Oh, I know you’re gonna fight as hard as you can.” Or things like “Good luck,” or “May the best man win.” What a load of crap. Because he knows that it’s not always the best man that wins… fuck HE’S the champion right now, so if that doesn’t prove that the best man doesn’t always win then nothing does.
Invidia: Didn’t he beat Jeff Purse for the belt?
Gemini: Oh shit, yea, the best man definitely won that match. Apologies… apologies to all.
Invidia: Can we get going, now… I think it’s time, really.
Gemini: Stuart Slane… I’ll never forget that fateful night we met a few months ago,
Invidia: Who the fuck are you talking to?
IGNORED!
Gemini:…whatever day that was. It was the WCF Classic, Tournament, no? Yes. It was you and me in the first round, and speculation said that whoever, or whomever won that match was going to win the whole thing. Well, speculation is rarely wrong and this time was no different.
I was still getting used to this body. I had just taken it over. I had just started to make it my own again. I feel much better now. However, I’m not making excuses, because the fact is that then I wasn’t the man I am now. It doesn’t make me weak to admit that. It doesn’t make me foolish to come out with my deficiencies, because if you’re doing anything right now you’re looking for what weaknesses your opponents have and you’re looking to expose them.
Well I’ll tell you mine… you know… to save you some work. I’m a bit overzealous. I sometimes take risks that I don’t need to. I get easily distracted. I find shiny things incomprehensible, but worst of all I rarely care about winning or losing. I focus on the hunt and more importantly the kill. I know that getting my shoulders pinned or tapping out isn’t the end of the world, it merely extends the game.
I never say die, and I never give up hope. It’s been a long time since I joined the WCF. I’ve been through a lot… body changes, life changes… it’s all fucked, you know. But I still came out strong. And when push came to shove I chose to stay. I chose WCF even though I was asked to go elsewhere. It’s all good because I could still go there if I want to.
You see, I can handle both. Things have changed, but I’ve adapted. I’ve delegated and now I have more free time on my hands to get what is mine. For the past few months I’ve been bogged down, trying to find the right office building, trying to rebuild my staff, but most importantly, Trying to rebuild my fortune.
And now I have it. I have it all and I can focus on the one thing that truly makes me feel anything, and that is wrestling. It’s been a long time since I stepped into the ring to fight for myself. If I’ve learned anything with my interaction with Bates is that I can’t trust anyone, especially in this match. [/p]
He raises his fists.
Gemini: So I’m going out there and the only friends I’m gonna have is Fisty McFisty, and Fireball…
I’m referring to Zmac and Teddy Blaze of course.
Invidia: Gemini…
Gemini: But even THEY are going to go down to my wrath. But I have a special place on my mantle for you. You see I’ve seen you since your return… you manhandled that TV title even though you knew you were above it. You claimed that you would do anything and accept any challenge, but the fact of the matter is that you liked winning, and you knew that as long as you held that title, and as long as people like me and the others were fighting for the World Title or US titles that you could hold onto that belt and win easy match after easy match so you could stay in the Champion’s Lounge and rink Seth’s 3 year old Scotch, because that drunk only like the good shit.
But then you lost… and I honestly wasn’t paying enough attention to the bottom of the card to see how it happened, nor do I give a single shit either. You lost and then you disappeared for a bit. You felt that sweet sting of defeat and had to take a leave to regather your thoughts. I get it, trust me. But then the world as we knew it came to an end and out of the ashes arose the WCF as we know and love it now.
And out of those asked and out of the rubble… you reemerged, didn’t you. You sa the flailing remains. You saw the strongest man on the roster being ZMAC and knew that you could finally be a success in the fed. All those times you watched as the real fighters clawed their way to the top, you fucking stole your way to the top.
You can say how proud you are for winning the WCF Classic all you want, but we all know that the only reason that you are the World Champ right now is because you’re the best of what’s left. But the thing is now that I’m back bitches.
I’m fucking back and I’m not going to give in so lightly. I’m not going to go into matches and not give a shit about winning or losing. I’m not just going to try to tell a good story, I’m going to go out there and I’m going to fucking write the story. I’m gonna go out there and I’m gonna fucking leave everyone with no choice but to know that I am the best and I will be the next WCF World Champion.
You have about 2 more weeks with that Title Slane, because last year was the only year in history that the man who walked in Champion also walked out as Champion. And since I know it, history will NOT repeat itself…
Invidia: GEMINI!
Gemini: WHAT!
He looked over and for the first time ever saw tears in her eyes. She stood above a mass of water that soaked her shoes and smelled of human bile.
Gemini: Ugh… go into that room.
She groaned and walked slowly through a door and a hospital bed along with a team of nurses and doctor’s awaited.
Invidia: This was here the whole time?
She said with almost a hint of appreciation in her voice…almost.
Gemini: I told you that I had my people come and set up the place…
Invidia: THIS WAS HERE THE WHOLE TIME AND YOU MADE ME SUFFER OUT HERE WAITING WHILE YOU TALKED ABOUT THAT PEDOPHILE BOYSCOUT FUCKER!
Gemini: Woops… SOMEONE GET HER SEDATED… then wipe her memories of this.
