Post by Ezekiel Pax on Mar 20, 2015 3:49:03 GMT -5
AFTER SYNERGY
It took several minutes but the security personnel and referees were able to break up the melee involving the members of The Syndicate and their.. opposition? Once they were finally separated, the Entertainment Professionals were corralled to their respective locker rooms.
“What the fuck was that, Relapse?” Ol’ Bob says as he barges into Pax’s locker room. “Bashing mother fuckers with a kendo stick is not therapeutic. Ol’ Bob thought you got rid of that thing when you got rid of the mask.”
Ezekiel walks over to the row of lockers and opens one up. Inside sits about 10 or 15 kendo sticks. He looks at Doctor Bob and says..
“Shrug.”
..and that’s it. Doctor Oulette looks like he’s about to lose his shit.
“Why in the blue world do you have a small army of kendo sticks? That’s not fuckin’ progress, Relapse.”
Ezekiel sits down in a chair and begins untying his kickpads.
“It’s like Pringles, doc. You can’t have just one. I learned from Chinatsu Chen’s old buddy. I think his was Aragato or something like that. He carried around a golf bag full of those, bro. Like a Japanese Casey Jones or some shit. If one breaks, I don’t want to have to wait to get another one. So I ordered them in bulk. Actually got a discount for it.”
Ol’ Bob stands with his mouth slightly agape and his face red with rage. He tries to form some sort of words but basically looks a fish trying to get a breath.
Mouth open.
Mouth closed.
Mouth open.
Still open.
Mouth closed.
Still closed.
Shakes head.
Still closed.
Awkward pause.
Ohp.. there he goes.
Ezekiel pissed him off so bad that he was literally speechless. And not the kind where the person says they’re literally speechless. You just spoke a word. A bunch of them actually. That’s not speechless. That’s the opposite of speechless. And this is not the disembodied voice that appears in people’s promos that was sort of patented by Klaus. And kind of stolen by Mickey. And Red. This is just a stoned conscience. It might belong to Zeke. It might belong to Bryan. Iuno.
Anyways.
Pax finishes untying his kickpads and pulls them off as the door opens back. He expects it to be Ol’ Bob but unfortunately, it’s Grey Coppi.
“Ezekiel! Mr. Pax! Word has it that you’ve been entered into the Massive Melee! What do you have to say about that?!”
Coppi sticks the microphone into Zeke’s face as he stands up from his seat.
“What? Really? Why? I don’t want to be apart of that clusterfuck. I want my fair shot at the Cross-Hemisphere championship. This whole fuckin’ place is fucked. Instead of Vain, I get Zane. And toss Ichy in for good measure. And now I’m entered in the Melee? What the fuck, Grey?”
Ezekiel runs his hands through his hair and paces in a short space inside the locker room.
“Well, Mr. Pax. The winner gets G5,000,000.”
Pax stops abruptly.
“So? I have almost G12,000,000.”
He continues pacing again.
“Well, Mr. Pax. The winner also gets a Global Championship shot.”
With that information, Ezekiel perks up a bit.
“They do?”
“Yes. That’s rather common knowledge, Mr. Pax.”
Zeke scratches his chin. Pondering. Grey aims the microphone back at him but he pushes it away.
“Calm down, bro. They can hear me. So..” he says, pondering some more, “..in the span of one month I will get a shot at the Chaos, Cross-Hemisphere, and Global Championships?”
“Well, possibly. You’d have to win the Melee to get a shot at the title. So you’re getting a shot at getting a shot at the Global Championship.”
Zeke sighs at Grey.
“Don’t try to complicate it, bro.”
Pax waves his hand at Grey in a ‘shoo-ing’ manner and Coppi puts his head down sheepishly and does as he’s motioned to do.
Once he got home, she told him he had a package on the kitchen counter. He playfully told her to bring it to him even though she was sitting right next to him. She scowled at him. He pouted. She wins and he gets up. He heads into the kitchen and picks up a medium-sized box. With curiosity, he shakes it like a child may shake a Christmas gift. He furrows his brow then tears open the box. He grabs the box by the bottom and turns it upside down as a book slides out of the box.
Whoa.
The cover looks similar to the Necronomicon from the Evil Dead movies. It words ‘How To Make A Monster’ are ‘carved’ into the cover.
He picks up the book and stares at the cover. He flips it over and stares at the back.
Nope. He doesn’t think it has anything to do with NBK’s entrance music.
Bored, he tosses the book onto the counter. As soon as the book touches the counter, his phone rings.
Creepy.
He looks at his phone and hesitates because he doesn’t know the number. He shrugs and answers it. And his eyes immediately go wide.
Ezekiel moves the phone from his ear and waves at Scarlett, attempting to get her attention.
“It’s him!” he shouts, as she perks up and walks over to him.
“Who?” she asks.
“The creeper from the voice mail. He’s on the phone.”
She takes the phone and almost hangs up but decides to put it on speaker mode instead.
“Did you like my gift, Zeke?” the voices asks, startling Scarlett slightly.
A slightly ominous chuckle emits from the receiver and Scarlett covers her mouth. Zeke gives her a quick hug and points out of the room. She nods in agreement and heads out.
“How in the hell do you know I got your ‘gift’, dude?” Zeke asks, looking over the book. “You’re kind of creeping out one of my girlfriends.”
“Did you like my gift.. Zeke?” the voice asks again, this time a bit more aggressively.
Ezekiel sighs. “Dude. I don’t even know what your ‘gift’ is. It looks creepy so let’s just say I don’t think I like it.”
“Did you open it, Zeke?”
“Yeah, bro. It’s sitting on the counter but I bet you know that.”
“Noooooo.” the voice growls. “Really open it.”
Zeke opens the over and see’s a table of contents listing how to make different monsters ranging from werewolves, zombies, vampires, assorted bogeyman, sea creatures, and many others.
“Turn it to the day you murdered your friend..” the voice demands.
Pax grits his teeth and thinks for a moment. He then flips to page 113. Marek died on January 13th.
The page reads ‘How To Make A Sociopath’.
“Read it. Let it resonate. This is your life, Paaaaaax. You need to embrace it. You know I’m right. You know everyone is right. You shine so much brighter in the dark. So. Much. Brighter.”
There’s a pause followed by the ominous laughter we heard last time. Ezekiel hangs up before the laugh is complete, visibly shaken by these events.
How To Make A Sociopath
1 Failed Attempt as a Cult Leader
A Handful of Betrayals
A Dash of Misguided Revenge (repeat as needed)
A Pinch of Sociopathic Tendencies
2 Useless Attempts at Humanizing Oneself
1 Shake of Desperately Seeking Solace
An Extra Terrible Example of Teamwork
2 Cases of Premeditated Murder
1 Horrifying Mask
1 Overrated Mission of Forgiveness
2 Whores
1 Short-sighted New Doctor
You mix these ingredients together inside the mind of one unstable person. Stir his mind with seeds of chaos. Let him gain momentum and feed his false bravado. Turn off the lights and watch this concoction shine.
