Post by Bryan Williams on Oct 5, 2021 22:26:48 GMT -5
The sound of the bat hitting the back of his skull is what initially catches our attention.
Nobody saw it coming, not even him.
As the pool of crimson leaked out all around him, it was only in reflection that he saw who did him in. In the end, he couldn’t even see the face of his killer.
Just a rooster mask.
Turning towards us, the scene glitching for a moment as the light above in the derelict bathroom fluttered. He lays there on the dirty tile floor, face inches away from a rusted out drain.
It’s okay now, everything has evened out.
Pulling the mask up, we can see just his mouth. The clothes he’s worn before look even more stressed at this point. It looks like he’s been wearing them for weeks now. “I’ve had dreams about the end.”
“The world tumbling down beneath my feet, I’ve been front row too many times to count.”
He stops for a minute, looking down at the body. The camera doesn’t follow his gaze.
“And yet - I stand before you a man that isn’t worried. I stand before you undeterred in my goals, even knowing that the end is coming.” He pauses.
“Some of us don’t get that, it’s a privilege not many can afford. But when you know, you do everything in your power to get things done as quickly as possible. You have a finite amount of time, and it’s working against you.”
He brings his bat up, pointing at the camera for emphasis.
“I guess that’s why I hit the ground running here, I have things that need to be done. Mouths to close permanently, and matches to win. Settling down just isn’t going to cut it for me. I need to create as much chaos as possible, I need to incite violence. I need to get everyone’s eyes on me.
Now, I bet you can understand my frustration when I looked to see just who I was up against this week. I swear, it seems that ideas have run in short supply with this pandemic because I get only the most generic afterthoughts lately.”
We can’t see it, but it seems that behind his mask he rolls his eyes.
“What do you do when faced with a man who calls himself Apokalypse? Do you fear the end that is coming? I wouldn’t hold my breath, because I don’t see him bringing it anytime soon.”
“No, this is just another lost cause that’s looking for their first time in Action Wrestling to go well. I’m sure it will, as well as getting your brains bashed in with a baseball bat can go.” He says, pulling the bat up onto his shoulder. The tip is stained with blood, bits and pieces of brain matter falling onto his jacket as the bat rests in place.
He scoffs. “It’s almost insulting, going back to see what kind of impact he’s had in this company is nonexistent. It almost made me question if I had done something wrong. Maybe I was being punished for some reason?”
He thinks for a moment, before waving that idea off.
“Cooler heads prevailed, because I know that my short time here has brought in more interest. People want to see what will happen next. They’ve been waiting to hear what I have to say. They’ll have to keep waiting, because on Clash I plan on doing what I do best. I’m going to hurt this man, I’m going to take this frustration out in the only logical way that I know how.”
“I need more - I require more, Action Wrestling. Those who are watching, this kind of thing just isn’t going to cut it. You can put whatever boring big guy you want in front of me, I’m just going to make easy work out of them.”
He chuckles, it’s light almost like a groan that slips out from his throat. “No, I need something bigger. Better than what I’m tasked with right now. But that will come when the time is right.”
Standing there, the scene glitches. We see Bryan without the mask, his face twisted and contorted in pain as he holds the bat.
“The end is coming, I just have to be patient.” The scene glitches again, his audio distorting and stuttering.
Something is off.
Everything about this just doesn’t feel right.
“I suppose for now, Apokalypse will just have to play his part. Being a big guy, with a name that he could never live up to. The only end that’s coming is your time in my ring.”
His voice trails off, it seems like the silence will linger there forever. Before long, he finally speaks up again. One last time.
“And you won’t survive that.”
The camera slowly pans down, showing the man on the ground is wearing the same clothing. In fact, as the camera slowly spins to his side we can finally see his face.
His hair matted with blood, the life gone from his eyes.
Bryan Williams lays on the floor of a disgusting, dirty bathroom. The mask standing over him, bloody bat in hand. He pulls the mask down, as the scene glitches again.
Cut to black.