Post by featherman on Jun 6, 2021 11:48:49 GMT -5
His eyes snap open. Another vivid image of the past awakens Isaac. It often happened in the middle of the night. They say muscle memory never leaves you nor does the thirst.
Isaacs thirst though wasn’t like everyone else’s. His thirst compelled him to yearn for the toxins that had ravaged his youth. He had however learned to funnel this thirst into anger. That anger had been the basis of his step into wrestling. It had driven him into achieving a whole new level of physique.
That was it now though. Sleep would be lost on him tonight.
Silence was always the problem. Isaac would often then make his way to the all night movie theatre. It was a regular occurrence for him. Watching some old classic or some modern crap it made no difference. It was routine now.
The movie theatre was dark and empty. Ideal for Isaac. People were a problem. The movie playing was the 1960 version of David vs Goliath starring orson wells….. it was crap. Doesn’t matter though. It broke the silence.
Walking out of the entrance. Out of the corner of his eye. A figure.
“Do not fail me Isaac.” The figures index finger now pointing towards him. “Do. Not. Fail. Me” The figure, unmistakably James Wilcox was leaning against the wall.
“James, it’s late.”
Wilcox steps up away from the wall and looks directly at Isaac.
Standing looking back at James Isaac responds “I won’t.”
“Good…….in absentia luci tenebrae vincunt” Wilcox walks away and into the darkness.
“I…won’t fail you.” Isaac stands alone on the street.
“Isaac!” Abi from talent relations was far too loud for a morning. “Good to see you again! Thanks for showing up! Ok so the drills pretty straightforward. We just need you to follow this script.” Abi hands a notepad to Isaac. “Allow is to record it and we can use it to….promote the next show.”
Isaac “Bert……”
“CUT!” The director shouts through the megaphone.
“Isaac, it’s straightforward! Put feeling in your voice!! Ok let’s try again”
“Promo scene 1 take 12……3…2…1 aaaand action.”
Isaac takes a deep breath in. He goes to speak .
“CUT!!” Again the megaphone blaring the words of the director.
“What in the holy hell was that? I can’t work with this simpleton.”
The thirst was there. It had been building steadily all morning. Isaac rises up to his feet. Takes the short walk across the room and smashes the megaphone across the head of the director. His head snapping around to the right Isaac walks over to the camera, picks it up and leaves.
The next morning Abi walked into her office. A camera was sat on the desk. “Jesus.” Recognising the camera from the previous day she opened the screen on its side and pressed play.
The screen was dark. Then all of a sudden it was a grey / green colour.Night vision mode was on.
The screen has nothing but a pair of eyes staring at it. In this light they looked ominous. Evil.
The camera is moved back a little. The whole of Isaac face can now be seen. He wipes his face diagonally. The face now has the same painted markings Isaac has worn for the last few weeks.
“McIlroy…..People say this is a true David vs Goliath. It’s not. History will not repeat itself.
David was famous for being a plucky fighter and nothing more. History doesn’t remember anything else about him . Just Like you.
You’re everything the faction despises. You are everything we are determined to destroy. You’re a gimmick. A clown the masses can get behind. A corporate gimmick to sell some tickets. A no one.
When the crest of wave you’re riding has run it’s course, what will happen to you bert?
You’ll be sent away.
Repackaged.
Rebranded.
All in the pursuit of pleasing the animals we call fans.
You’re everything wrestling shouldn’t be. You’re not even true to yourself. You act the clown. You insult people as a form of wit. I however see through your character and I see your flaws.
I will exploit them.
Speed is no problem for me. Have you seen my athleticism? Power. Speed. Hunger. Anger.
As a youngster I met the devil. He enslaved me to a thirst that couldn’t be quenched. The Wilcox family saved me. They made me true to myself. I am the monster that chewed up and spat out the demons.
When this company is done with you. I will be there.
When these fans are done with you. I will be there.
I will be there to show you the light. The way of Wizard.
Until then…… starting at EXP 8 You are just another bump in my road…..
monstrum iterum recidiva”
Isaacs thirst though wasn’t like everyone else’s. His thirst compelled him to yearn for the toxins that had ravaged his youth. He had however learned to funnel this thirst into anger. That anger had been the basis of his step into wrestling. It had driven him into achieving a whole new level of physique.
That was it now though. Sleep would be lost on him tonight.
Silence was always the problem. Isaac would often then make his way to the all night movie theatre. It was a regular occurrence for him. Watching some old classic or some modern crap it made no difference. It was routine now.
The movie theatre was dark and empty. Ideal for Isaac. People were a problem. The movie playing was the 1960 version of David vs Goliath starring orson wells….. it was crap. Doesn’t matter though. It broke the silence.
Walking out of the entrance. Out of the corner of his eye. A figure.
“Do not fail me Isaac.” The figures index finger now pointing towards him. “Do. Not. Fail. Me” The figure, unmistakably James Wilcox was leaning against the wall.
“James, it’s late.”
Wilcox steps up away from the wall and looks directly at Isaac.
Standing looking back at James Isaac responds “I won’t.”
“Good…….in absentia luci tenebrae vincunt” Wilcox walks away and into the darkness.
“I…won’t fail you.” Isaac stands alone on the street.
“Isaac!” Abi from talent relations was far too loud for a morning. “Good to see you again! Thanks for showing up! Ok so the drills pretty straightforward. We just need you to follow this script.” Abi hands a notepad to Isaac. “Allow is to record it and we can use it to….promote the next show.”
Isaac “Bert……”
“CUT!” The director shouts through the megaphone.
“Isaac, it’s straightforward! Put feeling in your voice!! Ok let’s try again”
“Promo scene 1 take 12……3…2…1 aaaand action.”
Isaac takes a deep breath in. He goes to speak .
“CUT!!” Again the megaphone blaring the words of the director.
“What in the holy hell was that? I can’t work with this simpleton.”
The thirst was there. It had been building steadily all morning. Isaac rises up to his feet. Takes the short walk across the room and smashes the megaphone across the head of the director. His head snapping around to the right Isaac walks over to the camera, picks it up and leaves.
The next morning Abi walked into her office. A camera was sat on the desk. “Jesus.” Recognising the camera from the previous day she opened the screen on its side and pressed play.
The screen was dark. Then all of a sudden it was a grey / green colour.Night vision mode was on.
The screen has nothing but a pair of eyes staring at it. In this light they looked ominous. Evil.
The camera is moved back a little. The whole of Isaac face can now be seen. He wipes his face diagonally. The face now has the same painted markings Isaac has worn for the last few weeks.
“McIlroy…..People say this is a true David vs Goliath. It’s not. History will not repeat itself.
David was famous for being a plucky fighter and nothing more. History doesn’t remember anything else about him . Just Like you.
You’re everything the faction despises. You are everything we are determined to destroy. You’re a gimmick. A clown the masses can get behind. A corporate gimmick to sell some tickets. A no one.
When the crest of wave you’re riding has run it’s course, what will happen to you bert?
You’ll be sent away.
Repackaged.
Rebranded.
All in the pursuit of pleasing the animals we call fans.
You’re everything wrestling shouldn’t be. You’re not even true to yourself. You act the clown. You insult people as a form of wit. I however see through your character and I see your flaws.
I will exploit them.
Speed is no problem for me. Have you seen my athleticism? Power. Speed. Hunger. Anger.
As a youngster I met the devil. He enslaved me to a thirst that couldn’t be quenched. The Wilcox family saved me. They made me true to myself. I am the monster that chewed up and spat out the demons.
When this company is done with you. I will be there.
When these fans are done with you. I will be there.
I will be there to show you the light. The way of Wizard.
Until then…… starting at EXP 8 You are just another bump in my road…..
monstrum iterum recidiva”
