Post by EZRA on Aug 7, 2010 8:56:30 GMT -5
The scene opens where we left you at the hospital. A disheveled looking doctor walking towards Xavier and David. As the two men get to their feet, the doctor stops a few feet short, seeming intimidated by Xavier’s stature. David notices the uneasiness and takes a step closer. Xavier already knows what the doctor is about to tell him and his fists clench.
“I’m so sorry, Mr. Bry--” the doctor is interrupted by Xavier stepped forward and grabbing him by his collar.
“Don’t feed me that ‘I’m sorry’, bullshit!” Xavier screamed, shoving the man against the wall. David springs forward, grabbing on to Xavier, trying to get him to let go.
“That isn’t going to help, bro.” he said, grasping onto Xavier’s arms. “Let him go. That isn’t going to bring him back.”
Xavier lets the man go and straightens his collar. He takes a step back and let’s the man leave before sitting down in a chair.
“This is my fault, man.” Xavier says, sounding exasperated.
“What makes you think that?” replied David, trying to find a way to comfort his friend.
“It all started with Raenius and Mickey kidnapping me. If I hadn’t let that happened, the feud between Zeke and Raenius would’ve never started.”
“You can’t blame yourself, X. How many times did you tell the kid to stay out of it and not get mixed up with Raenius?”
Xavier wipes a tear from his cheek before looking up at David. “What did you say?”
“I said that you warned him, dude.”
Xavier gets out of the chair and steps closer to David. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
David puts his hands up trying to calm down the big man. “It means exactly that, Xavier. Relax, man. I didn’t fucking kill him. Did you?”
“Of course not.” Xavier is breathing heavily now, fists clenched again. “Your point?”
“Nobody killed him but himself, bro. No one planned for this to happen. It must’ve just been some complication.”
“The doctor said earlier that they were having problems reviving him because it appeared that nothing was wrong. No complications.”
“Then why the fuck are you eating yourself up over this. Blaming yourself?”
“Because I should’ve have protected him better. I should’ve been there to help him but instead this Scarlet..” Xavier quickly paused. His eyes widened and his whole body tensed. “Scarlet.”
The scene fades as Xavier takes off, David right behind him, still confused as ever. A moment later the scene fades back in and we see Ezekiel standing at the doorway with the light pouring through.
“Aw, shit.” he says before shrugging and walking toward the light. After walking about 10 steps in, the light slowly fades and he appears to be inside some sort of classroom. A figure stands at the chalkboard, back to Ezekiel, writing something down. After a few more moments of watching the man, he steps away from the chalkboard. You can see that he wrote ‘Today’s Lesson: Do not play with fire’ on the board. The guy looks like he just stepped out of a TV classroom. His short hair is mostly gray, as is his mustache. He has on rimmed eyeglasses that are on the tip of his nose. He is wearing a blue suit, topped off with a bowtie.
“Please, Mr. Pax, take a seat.” the man says, sounding like someone’s grandfather. Ezekiel slowly takes a seat and the man begins to pace around as he speaks. “My name is Gregory Orson Davinci. But you can call me G-.. Greg. And your name is?”
“My name is Ezekiel. But, I think you already know that.” Ezekiel says, while noticing his vocal cords are no longer damaged. He rubs his throat gently and is about to say something but is interrupted.
“Today’s lesson is simple, Mr. Pax. Do not play with fire.” as he says this, he points at the message he wrote on the board. He motions back at Ezekiel. “I’m sure you have a lot to learn from this.” Ezekiel gets somewhat angry at this notion but realizes the the teacher is right and doesn’t respond. He sighs as the teacher continues. “A little over a year ago you had a horrible accident and you’ve been bedridden since, correct?” Ezekiel nods in agreement. “You’ve gotten horrible physical scars from this, correct?” He again nods in agreement as the teacher smiles. “Everything has gone quite downhill for you, correct?” Ezekiel again nods but seems to be growing impatient with the questions. “I am going to show you how to change all that.”
Ezekiel sighs again gets to his feet. “How exactly are you going to do that? I’m pretty sure I’m de--” the teacher interrupts Ezekiel by putting his hand up. Ezekiel gets the hint and rephrases what he was going to say. “I’m pretty sure my ‘career’ is over.” Ezekiel accentuates the air quotes around career, hoping the teacher understood. “How are you going to fix that? Are you some sort of magician?”
The teacher laughs and snaps his fingers. He is suddenly holding a magic wand. “Is this what you wanted to see, boy?” The teacher swings the wand and flowers appear in his hands. He tosses the flowers at Ezekiel and they change into a bird and fly right by him then the bird disappears. “Is this ‘magic’ enough for you?” He then points the wand at Ezekiel. “I got all kinds of tricks, boy.” He points the want at Ezekiel and winks as Ezekiel is suddenly on fire. Ezekiel quickly panics but before he can even stop, drop, and roll, the teacher winks and the fire is out. Ezekiel huffs and attempts to charge the man but stops dead in his tracks, the teacher putting his hand up defensively. “Ah, ah, ah. Look closely.” The teacher says as he points at Ezekiel. He looks down to notice he is dressed in his old ring gear. The same ring gear from the night he was burned.
“What the fuck is going on, dude?” Ezekiel says as he looks at his gear. He slowly moves his hand to his face and his jaw drops as he feels that the scars are gone. “What are you trying to do to me? I’ve come to terms with the fact that my face is all jacked up. Don’t start toying with my emotions, old man.” Ezekiel again touches his hand to his face, then down to his chest, and then looks down his arm, noticing that all the evidence of his burn incident was gone.
The teacher tosses the wand away. “The lesson for today is that if you’re going to play with fire, do it right, son.” He steps forward and sits on the edge of the desk in front of Ezekiel. “I feel something special inside of you, boy. I am going to help you get a second chance.” Ezekiel looks confused as the man stands back up and walks towards the room. He waves his hand at Ezekiel and he is now dressed back in the hospital gown and the scars are back. “You don’t seem to excited about it, kid. Do you want help or not?”
Ezekiel feels his face and notices the scars and quickly reacts in favor of what the teacher has to offer. “Whoa, whoa. At the risk of sounding gay, I am down with whatever you want, as long as you make me pretty again.” Ezekiel raises an eyebrow, realizing how gay that sounded but just shrugs and looks at the teacher eagerly. “Well?”
“Make you pretty again, boy?” The teacher chuckles. “The bring me to another good point about you. After all you’ve been through, it seems you lack the ability to grow up. Looking like some teenage pop rocker won’t get you anywhere.” The teacher pauses, letting the 4th wall crack a little bit. “I can do more than just make you pretty, Ezekiel. I can make you look like anything you want.” He waves his hand and suddenly Ezekiel looks like cake-loving fat kid, propeller hat and all.
“WHOA!” he exclaims, grabbing his now rotund stomach, the hospital gown stretching at the seams. “This isn’t what I want. dude.” The teacher chuckles and waves his hand again. Ezekiel now looks similar to Kirk Lazarus from ‘Tropic Thunder’. “C’mon, playa. This what.. did I just say ‘playa’? What the hell, nigga? Oh, shit. Change me back, ni--.. dude.” The teacher laughs again and waves his hand, taking Ezekiel back to his original form, scars and all.
“I have something in mind. You can keep the rocker look but we’re going to modify it a little bit.”
“How so?” Ezekiel nervously replied.
“Well..” the teacher says as he waves his hand and Ezekiel’s hair grows a bit longer. “I hate everything about you at the moment.” He waves his hand again and Ezekiel nows has a bit of facial hair. “We’re going to take away a little bit of the.. uh.. pain.” The teacher smiles and the scars seem to fade away from Ezekiel’s face. “Your new life starts now.” The teachers waves his hand again and Ezekiel seems to totally transform. The hospital gown fades and now he is dressed in a white t-shirt, white jeans, and white combat boots. His musculature is now bigger and his face, older. “One last thing. It may hurt a little.” The teacher puts his hands up like he is going to lead an orchestra. He waves them slightly and begins spreading them apart. Ezekiel’s face turns to a look of slight pain and he falls to one knee. “Almost there.” The old man continues to spread his hands as something begins to grow out of Ezekiel’s back. Ezekiel slowly rises back to his feet and the man claps quickly and full-grown wings expand completely from Ezekiel’s back. “Oh.. they are beautiful, good sir.”
“What.. the.. f--”
“Ah.. ah.. ah.. You can’t be using that kind of language now, young man. You’ve got a new role in the world.”
“What did you just do to me?”
“This is your second chance. You are now officially a guardian angel.” Ezekiel sighs and looks over his shoulder at the wings he has just sprouted. They flap slowly and he nods, sensing how to control them. “You’ll get used to them quickly. And don’t worry, lad. If you want to continue your career as a wrestler, it won’t be an issue. You have 2 ways to hide them from whomever you don’t want to see them. One way is to simply retract them.” The old man claps and wings suddenly fold into Ezekiel’s back. Ezekiel exhales quickly and the wings reappear. “The other way is to simply fade them out. They will disappear to the human eye. Of course, I can’t show you that right now because neither of us are human.”
“So.. I’m an angel now? Does this entitle any superpowers?”
“Haha.. not superpowers. You aren’t a mutant. You can call them.. senses. I’d recommend doing some research into a man known as Jesus Christ. It’d help you understand what you can do.”
Ezekiel nods knowingly. “So.. who.. uh.. who am I guarding?”
“Oh, I’m sure you’ve heard of them. They recently started calling themselves The Saints.”
A broad smile comes over Ezekiel’s face as the scene fades to black.
“I’m so sorry, Mr. Bry--” the doctor is interrupted by Xavier stepped forward and grabbing him by his collar.
“Don’t feed me that ‘I’m sorry’, bullshit!” Xavier screamed, shoving the man against the wall. David springs forward, grabbing on to Xavier, trying to get him to let go.
“That isn’t going to help, bro.” he said, grasping onto Xavier’s arms. “Let him go. That isn’t going to bring him back.”
Xavier lets the man go and straightens his collar. He takes a step back and let’s the man leave before sitting down in a chair.
“This is my fault, man.” Xavier says, sounding exasperated.
“What makes you think that?” replied David, trying to find a way to comfort his friend.
“It all started with Raenius and Mickey kidnapping me. If I hadn’t let that happened, the feud between Zeke and Raenius would’ve never started.”
“You can’t blame yourself, X. How many times did you tell the kid to stay out of it and not get mixed up with Raenius?”
Xavier wipes a tear from his cheek before looking up at David. “What did you say?”
“I said that you warned him, dude.”
Xavier gets out of the chair and steps closer to David. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
David puts his hands up trying to calm down the big man. “It means exactly that, Xavier. Relax, man. I didn’t fucking kill him. Did you?”
“Of course not.” Xavier is breathing heavily now, fists clenched again. “Your point?”
“Nobody killed him but himself, bro. No one planned for this to happen. It must’ve just been some complication.”
“The doctor said earlier that they were having problems reviving him because it appeared that nothing was wrong. No complications.”
“Then why the fuck are you eating yourself up over this. Blaming yourself?”
“Because I should’ve have protected him better. I should’ve been there to help him but instead this Scarlet..” Xavier quickly paused. His eyes widened and his whole body tensed. “Scarlet.”
The scene fades as Xavier takes off, David right behind him, still confused as ever. A moment later the scene fades back in and we see Ezekiel standing at the doorway with the light pouring through.
“Aw, shit.” he says before shrugging and walking toward the light. After walking about 10 steps in, the light slowly fades and he appears to be inside some sort of classroom. A figure stands at the chalkboard, back to Ezekiel, writing something down. After a few more moments of watching the man, he steps away from the chalkboard. You can see that he wrote ‘Today’s Lesson: Do not play with fire’ on the board. The guy looks like he just stepped out of a TV classroom. His short hair is mostly gray, as is his mustache. He has on rimmed eyeglasses that are on the tip of his nose. He is wearing a blue suit, topped off with a bowtie.
“Please, Mr. Pax, take a seat.” the man says, sounding like someone’s grandfather. Ezekiel slowly takes a seat and the man begins to pace around as he speaks. “My name is Gregory Orson Davinci. But you can call me G-.. Greg. And your name is?”
“My name is Ezekiel. But, I think you already know that.” Ezekiel says, while noticing his vocal cords are no longer damaged. He rubs his throat gently and is about to say something but is interrupted.
“Today’s lesson is simple, Mr. Pax. Do not play with fire.” as he says this, he points at the message he wrote on the board. He motions back at Ezekiel. “I’m sure you have a lot to learn from this.” Ezekiel gets somewhat angry at this notion but realizes the the teacher is right and doesn’t respond. He sighs as the teacher continues. “A little over a year ago you had a horrible accident and you’ve been bedridden since, correct?” Ezekiel nods in agreement. “You’ve gotten horrible physical scars from this, correct?” He again nods in agreement as the teacher smiles. “Everything has gone quite downhill for you, correct?” Ezekiel again nods but seems to be growing impatient with the questions. “I am going to show you how to change all that.”
Ezekiel sighs again gets to his feet. “How exactly are you going to do that? I’m pretty sure I’m de--” the teacher interrupts Ezekiel by putting his hand up. Ezekiel gets the hint and rephrases what he was going to say. “I’m pretty sure my ‘career’ is over.” Ezekiel accentuates the air quotes around career, hoping the teacher understood. “How are you going to fix that? Are you some sort of magician?”
The teacher laughs and snaps his fingers. He is suddenly holding a magic wand. “Is this what you wanted to see, boy?” The teacher swings the wand and flowers appear in his hands. He tosses the flowers at Ezekiel and they change into a bird and fly right by him then the bird disappears. “Is this ‘magic’ enough for you?” He then points the wand at Ezekiel. “I got all kinds of tricks, boy.” He points the want at Ezekiel and winks as Ezekiel is suddenly on fire. Ezekiel quickly panics but before he can even stop, drop, and roll, the teacher winks and the fire is out. Ezekiel huffs and attempts to charge the man but stops dead in his tracks, the teacher putting his hand up defensively. “Ah, ah, ah. Look closely.” The teacher says as he points at Ezekiel. He looks down to notice he is dressed in his old ring gear. The same ring gear from the night he was burned.
“What the fuck is going on, dude?” Ezekiel says as he looks at his gear. He slowly moves his hand to his face and his jaw drops as he feels that the scars are gone. “What are you trying to do to me? I’ve come to terms with the fact that my face is all jacked up. Don’t start toying with my emotions, old man.” Ezekiel again touches his hand to his face, then down to his chest, and then looks down his arm, noticing that all the evidence of his burn incident was gone.
The teacher tosses the wand away. “The lesson for today is that if you’re going to play with fire, do it right, son.” He steps forward and sits on the edge of the desk in front of Ezekiel. “I feel something special inside of you, boy. I am going to help you get a second chance.” Ezekiel looks confused as the man stands back up and walks towards the room. He waves his hand at Ezekiel and he is now dressed back in the hospital gown and the scars are back. “You don’t seem to excited about it, kid. Do you want help or not?”
Ezekiel feels his face and notices the scars and quickly reacts in favor of what the teacher has to offer. “Whoa, whoa. At the risk of sounding gay, I am down with whatever you want, as long as you make me pretty again.” Ezekiel raises an eyebrow, realizing how gay that sounded but just shrugs and looks at the teacher eagerly. “Well?”
“Make you pretty again, boy?” The teacher chuckles. “The bring me to another good point about you. After all you’ve been through, it seems you lack the ability to grow up. Looking like some teenage pop rocker won’t get you anywhere.” The teacher pauses, letting the 4th wall crack a little bit. “I can do more than just make you pretty, Ezekiel. I can make you look like anything you want.” He waves his hand and suddenly Ezekiel looks like cake-loving fat kid, propeller hat and all.
“WHOA!” he exclaims, grabbing his now rotund stomach, the hospital gown stretching at the seams. “This isn’t what I want. dude.” The teacher chuckles and waves his hand again. Ezekiel now looks similar to Kirk Lazarus from ‘Tropic Thunder’. “C’mon, playa. This what.. did I just say ‘playa’? What the hell, nigga? Oh, shit. Change me back, ni--.. dude.” The teacher laughs again and waves his hand, taking Ezekiel back to his original form, scars and all.
“I have something in mind. You can keep the rocker look but we’re going to modify it a little bit.”
“How so?” Ezekiel nervously replied.
“Well..” the teacher says as he waves his hand and Ezekiel’s hair grows a bit longer. “I hate everything about you at the moment.” He waves his hand again and Ezekiel nows has a bit of facial hair. “We’re going to take away a little bit of the.. uh.. pain.” The teacher smiles and the scars seem to fade away from Ezekiel’s face. “Your new life starts now.” The teachers waves his hand again and Ezekiel seems to totally transform. The hospital gown fades and now he is dressed in a white t-shirt, white jeans, and white combat boots. His musculature is now bigger and his face, older. “One last thing. It may hurt a little.” The teacher puts his hands up like he is going to lead an orchestra. He waves them slightly and begins spreading them apart. Ezekiel’s face turns to a look of slight pain and he falls to one knee. “Almost there.” The old man continues to spread his hands as something begins to grow out of Ezekiel’s back. Ezekiel slowly rises back to his feet and the man claps quickly and full-grown wings expand completely from Ezekiel’s back. “Oh.. they are beautiful, good sir.”
“What.. the.. f--”
“Ah.. ah.. ah.. You can’t be using that kind of language now, young man. You’ve got a new role in the world.”
“What did you just do to me?”
“This is your second chance. You are now officially a guardian angel.” Ezekiel sighs and looks over his shoulder at the wings he has just sprouted. They flap slowly and he nods, sensing how to control them. “You’ll get used to them quickly. And don’t worry, lad. If you want to continue your career as a wrestler, it won’t be an issue. You have 2 ways to hide them from whomever you don’t want to see them. One way is to simply retract them.” The old man claps and wings suddenly fold into Ezekiel’s back. Ezekiel exhales quickly and the wings reappear. “The other way is to simply fade them out. They will disappear to the human eye. Of course, I can’t show you that right now because neither of us are human.”
“So.. I’m an angel now? Does this entitle any superpowers?”
“Haha.. not superpowers. You aren’t a mutant. You can call them.. senses. I’d recommend doing some research into a man known as Jesus Christ. It’d help you understand what you can do.”
Ezekiel nods knowingly. “So.. who.. uh.. who am I guarding?”
“Oh, I’m sure you’ve heard of them. They recently started calling themselves The Saints.”
A broad smile comes over Ezekiel’s face as the scene fades to black.
