Baptism of a #DankGod

[Wade Moor]

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Part I: Baptism of a #DankGod

The world didn't want you to know the truth, the truth the way Wade Moor saw it. They wanted you to believe you were alive, but he knew...oh, he knew. He knew they were already dead. The first hour was always shit. Nothing happened, as if it refused to take you away, fighting with every fiber of your soul to keep you well and grounded. He poured the mixture down his throat, a vile tasting concoction of mushrooms dipped in warm water and lemon juice.

It tasted like a dead mans hands.

He smiled. He waited. He smiled as he waited. Standing outside, bare feet in the sand, on a muggy Hawaiian day. Wade fit right in with his floral print shirt and his week long shower break. He loved keeping the stench of victory on him after a match. It kept his dick hard. He waited for the potion to take it's effect, but nothing would come. He stared out at the ocean as thunder cracked.

Then it happened.

The sky opened up. It was beautiful, man. He looked out at the rain through the fluorescent torchlights surrounding the WINO-bago's berth. He reached out and touched

g⃞   e⃞   o⃞   m⃞   e⃞   t⃞   r⃞   i⃞   c⃞   a⃞   l⃞    s⃞   h⃞   a⃞   p⃞   e⃞   s⃞

Huge.

He loved them [love was only a word he said]

ｈｅ ｇｏｔ ｌｏｓｔ ｉｎ ｔｈｅｍ

ɘsiɔɘɿq ʏɿɘv llɒ sɒw ƚI

He fell backwards into a pool, splashing through it. His eyes opened

sǝʎǝ ɹnoʎ uǝdo and bubbles come out of them.

He smiled. He waited. He smiled as he waited. He saw, glimmering through the surface, the

˜”*°•.˜”*°• King in Yellow •°*”˜.•°*”˜

the

[̲̅R][̲̅I][̲̅P][̲̅P][̲̅E][̲̅R]

He offered him the celestial body, putting the cold steel against his tongue as the shark dug his razor teeth in and pulled him underneath the waves.

DOWN

DOWN

DOWN

DOWN

DOWN

He smiled. He waited. He smiled as he waited.

Until it was dark and he was swimming. His arms moved of their own accord. Their were black birds down here.

Stupid fucking birds. Birds are fucking stupid.

He swam more through the darkness, taking heaving breaths through the gills splitting his neck. In the distance, there were lights. He paddled, but the lights were getting further away,

further

        further

                further

                        further

                                further

Until he was there.

“What is this place?” Wade's voice echoed throughout the un-world.

ƬΉΣ ΉӨЦƧΣ ƬΉΛƬ #BΣΛᄃΉKЯΣЩ BЦIᄂƬ, The two answered in unison.

Wade floated along the fluid streets, noting the spindly creatures – ones he had NEVER seen before in his life - soaking in the A E S T H E T I C , much to the

˜”*°•.˜”*°• King in Yellow's •°*”˜.•°*”˜

pride and pleasure [those were only words he said] the

[̲̅R][̲̅I][̲̅P][̲̅P][̲̅E][̲̅R]

smiled. And waited.

They floated to the top of the pyramid as craft surrounded the three, their Omnic-red eyes silently watching [.rec] every word they spoke.

GÖÐñÌLLÄ

“This makes sense. Really, it does. ƬΉΣ ΉӨЦƧΣ ƬΉΛƬ #BΣΛᄃΉKЯΣЩ BЦIᄂƬ. The WCF. This place has never been so alive without us. It has never been as dead, either.”

[̲̅R][̲̅I][̲̅P][̲̅P][̲̅E][̲̅R]

“Indeed, it hasn't.”

˜”*°•.˜”*°• King in Yellow •°*”˜.•°*”˜

“Satisfying.”

GÖÐñÌLLÄ

“I don't like our opponents this week, I never do. I look at them and I see...unseasoned undercard riff raff. They don't do it for me. They don't do it for Seth. That's why they're being fed to us, to see if we still have it in the ring. I think last week spoke for that when we demolished a third of the WCF's 'champions' in one swift loom. That's...that's power. Not ten pounds of gold and leather adorning your waist. That's just a totem that lifts you from your waking nightmare.

“We...we only live dreams.

“This is not your week to thrive unseasoned undercard riff raff. You think one clusterfuck battle royal is enough to hang your hats on? GÖÐñÌLLÄ doesn't abide. This is the week when you find out just how in over your heads you really are.”

DOWN

DOWN

DOWN

DOWN

DOWN

“Down the rabbit hole you go, no looking glass.

“Kidd Krazy. Use one of those extra D's in your name to come up with a new moniker...Delusional. Delusional, yeah yeah yeah, you have to be delusional to believe you stand a fledgling chance of actually walking out of this match with a notch under your belt. You like to take risks, do you? You're taking the ultimate risk by walking through that curtain this week. The crowd will hum the death march as you do. Poor kidd had his entire life ahead of him. Should have called in sick. Diarrhea. Heart burn. Indigestion. Weak trembling knees. Staring down the ring at his executioners. Three [REAL] men.

“He'll think to himself, I should have finished high school, went to college, got a degree in hotel management, came out as pansexual. That's something I would have been good at. Now it's too late. Now you're somewhere you have no business being, in our ring, in our ΉӨЦƧΣ. How badly do you want to win? How badly do you want to die? Weigh your options, Kidd. Risk. There's no reward to be found with us.

“Come. Come. Come find me. You know where I'll be.”

The un-world underneath their feet began to spin. Wade's fingers and toes buzzed, became numb.

“The imperfect state of neutral. I can't feel my face or my heel's when I'm with you, but I love it [love was only a word he said] That's the “Real Deal”. You know what I don't like about you, Jason? I don't like how on the fence you are. You're afraid to commit. You're too worried of what people think about you.

“How can you claim to be some shot caller, some hardcore baller when you accept defeat so readily. Tweener faggot. We gush facts, you rant obvious butthurt. You can just sit there and cry, but what does that make you? It makes you every other whining piece of unseasoned undercard riff raff that has pushed through this place. You share a nickname with nine previous wrestlers, what makes you different? What makes you Jason O' Neal instead of Hatcher? Instead of Marshall?

“You're lost in the dark, Jason...but I? I can show you the way. I took a piece of garbage like Dustin Beaver and made him somebody important. Imagine what I could do with somebody like you, Jason. So imperfect, in your own way, like the rest of us. So dead, in your own way, like the rest of us. What would it take to make your [REAL], O' Neal?

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

ＢｅＲｅａｌＩｔＤｏｅｓｎ＇ｔＭａｔｔｅｒＡｎｙｗａｙ
ＹｏｕＫｎｏｗＩｔ＇ｓＪｕｓｔＴｏｏＬｉｔｔｌｅＴｏｏＬａｔｅ

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

“Come. Come. Come find me. You know where I'll be.”

Wade's aura changed. Deep blue, ravishing purple, to a blood moon red. His eyes began to glow, Sinister.

“Something evil. If you're so insecure about how you want to come off that you have to put what you are in your name, than you probably aren't that. Johnny Evil, what a fucking crock. Who are you trying to impress? You fucking half wit. I've seen you won some titles in those tertiary baby feds, had some storied rivalries with other half wits who couldn't measure up to the great Johnny Evil...but you're here now.”

[̲̅R][̲̅I][̲̅P][̲̅P][̲̅E][̲̅R]

“The WCF.”

˜”*°•.˜”*°• King in Yellow •°*”˜.•°*”˜

“Our ΉӨЦƧΣ.”

GÖÐñÌLLÄ

“You're looking at three of the greatest to ever walk down that ramp, step foot in to that ring, bless the fans with our cancerous presence. I hear the rumblings...about how we tore this company down, infected it. Maybe, maybe...maybe, we did. When people like you are allowed to walk free in this (un)world, it's time for the cancer cells to do what they do best.

“Ravage. Wade, Ravage, and that's not my namesake. I don't have to shout it from the rooftops. I just do it, Johnny. I just destroy. I just dominate. I just ravage. You have no standing, in my eye. You're just dangling from that rooftop you're shouting from, wondering if you should just jump. Jump to the ground, do a flip on the way down because you're a daredevil. All you need is a little push.

“A little push from me. I'll do more than that. I'll be the devil at your shoulder, holding your throat as I drive you into the ground. Watch your blood spatter the streets as the people gather around and thank me for doing this world such a service. One less #fuccboi. Let the #genocide commence.

“Come. Come. Come find me. You know where I'll be.”

[those are only words they say]

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