Post by Tempest on Jan 25, 2020 20:28:19 GMT -5
“Glorious creatures of the future… to be induced by genetic manipulation.”
“Don’t think that we aren’t paying attention to you, just because we haven’t acknowledged you,” Daedalus said, smirking. “I’m talking to you, Iceman.”
He used Konrad’s nickname mockingly. Daedalus was flanked by Tempest and Ny-Otep on either side of him. His hair was styled messily as usual, his eyes piercing and aware. Tempest was wearing a mask instead of face paint this evening, with a fedora and his hood pulled up over it. Dark sunglasses covered his eyes. The mask was white, plain. It looked more like a wrap than a mask, if looked at closely. He could have passed for the invisible man... or perhaps even Phrixus Deimos.
Ny-Otep’s face paint looked a lot like Marilyn Manson from the 90’s. His biceps bulged as he crossed his arms in front of his chest in silence.
“You’re not the first person to question our motives here.”
He paused, then released a childish giggle.
“Why are we here? What are our goals? And other… boring things like that. Konrad—“
He held his hands out in front of him, as if he were about to choke a person in front of him.
“Why can’t you just enjoy the ride?”
He giggled again.
“And besides, friend… is it the wolf who howls before making his kill that’s more dangerous? …or the wolf who does not?”
He paused again. Behind him, Ny-Otep growled.
“Oh yes. It seems that on Monday you did enjoy… a ride of sorts, did you not? I would say that I’d like to introduce you to our enforcer, Ny-Otep. Buuut… it appears to me that you’ve already met him.”
His face contorted apologetically.
“Sorry about that. Where he comes from, the ice that’s consumed him makes your icy attitude seem like a mild summer day. The Iceman… cometh.”
He mocked him again. Baiting him. He was interested in a response. After the imbecile had grouped Tempest with The Dark Destroyer, he had immediately barked orders to Ny-Otep for the match. Make the fool pay for such a sloppy, ignorant monologue that had sounded like he was regurgitating. Make the Iceman understand regret what he had vomited up while he spoke such obvious misguided… bullshit. Sometimes… silence really was golden. At that thought, Daedalus burst out with laughter. Tempest and Ny-Otep didn’t seem to have a reaction. It was something that maybe they were used to.
“And yet…”
He made a face as though it was painful for him to say what he said next.
“I still feel as though we continue to be overlooked. Not by Sarah—no, sweetheart, you’re very aware of your surroundings, aren’t you? You silly girl!”
He scrunched his nose like he was talking to a child, then smiled wide.
“I’m talking to you now, Dave Rydell.”
He sighed.
“You know… I get this feeling like… do you remember when you were a child? And you were lying in your bed, staring at the ceiling? Do you remember your breathing start to get faster? Do you remember that feeling like… there’s someone—or something—there? Do you remember closing your eyes tight like that little boy from the Shining, and counting quickly to ten and pretending it was just a figment of your imagination?”
He smiled as he spoke, his eyes widening as he got deeper and deeper into his point.
“Well that’s what we are. We are the ones that everyone here is hoping is just a figment of their imagination. We are what everyone hopes isn’t real. The likes of you, and Konrad Raab, roll over and pull the sheets over your heads, hoping that if you deny us, that we won’t exist. Yet… here we are.”
He scrunched his nose again, following it up with a nasally, childish giggle.
“We don’t mind. Now, Kenzi on the other hand… can I ever feel her frustration! Overlooked by everyone, passed over even by her own significant other! For shame, Sarah Lacklan! For shame!”
He wagged an index finger to illustrate his disapproval.
“We’ve been watching the way you treat the support that surrounds you.”
Tempest and Ny-Otep nodded slowly behind him.
“You and Dave Rydell think this is your show. You think it’s just some practice between you before your big meeting in the maaaaaaaaaaaaain event! But I’ve seen the look in Kenzi’s eyes. I’ve seen the exhaustion. I’ve felt the subtle detachment inside her that she feels. Sarah… you’d be surprised at the intimacy that occurs when you get into someone’s mind.”
He winked. Tempest looked to be grinning behind the invisible man mask. Ny-Otep, startlingly, was grinning!
“And my beloved, we got very intimate.”
It was Sarah’s turn to hear him mock.
“A real world shaker, Kenzi Grey is. If I were you, I’d guard more than just that leather strap that you possess, darling. I’d guard your marriage, as well. And sleep with one eye open.”
His voice suddenly went to a higher, southern pitch.
“Kenzi got fire in her blood.”
His eyes narrowed, and any trace of a smile or humor that had been there before, was gone.
“And her fire will burn its casualties.”
He nodded slowly, his eyes spacing out. Then he spoke in a whisper.
“As for Dave Rydell… I hope after this week, you’ll be able to walk into your big championship match… because Tempest… he’s in a violent mood.”
Tempest nodded again behind him.
“And so is Kenzi, I assure you.”
Static…
Channel 13…
Click. Static…
Channel 14…
Well, sweet little sista’s high as hell, cheatin’ on a halo
Grind in an odyssey, a holocaust, a heart kickin’ on tomorrow
Kenzi’s Chaotic Future
Kenzi and Sarah’s return from the weird future of The Planet of the Cunts had been sobering. Their future nephew, Aaron had ventured into the past to help them find a way to correct a devastating mistake that threatened the entire world. It had taken everything they had to escape from that chaotic future with their lives, and with that bit of business done the future was again as it should have always been...unknown...uncharted...and perhaps even a bit foreboding. For the Grey-Lacklans, this was acceptable...especially when knowledge of the future influenced people so much, in the here and now.
Sarah was a bundle of energy upon their return home. The adventure agreed with her and made her excited for whatever came next...but Kenzi wasn’t so sure. Her future wasn’t nearly as awe-inspiring as Sarah’s was. Their championship team run had ended and Kenzi had retired while Sarah had gone on to have another epic singles run as a World Champion.
Something Kenzi had never been...apparently something she’d never be.
Sarah wanted to hit the town with Angie...another former World Champion...but Kenzi just wanted to stay in and sleep. And so...that is exactly what she did...
...or so she thought…
“The future wasn’t bright enough for you, was it?”
Kenzi’s eyes popped open as she heard a familiar voice. Her sleepy eyes grew large as they fell on the voice’s owner, none other than Daedalus, the creepy advance man for Tempest. Kenzi looked around frantically, calling for her wife, “SARAH!! SARAH!! SARRRRRRAH!!”
The pasty skinned man arched a single brow and shook his head. “She can’t hear you Kenzi, no one can...you’re still sleeping.”
He gestured down to the couch and Kenzi felt a shock as she saw herself tossing and turning, but clearly still asleep. “WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS? WHAT DID YOU DO?”
He held his hands up in surrender. “Me? I’ve done nothing!” He smiled, deviously. “And neither will you. You saw the future, right? You retire and go on to have a mundane existence while your wife goes on to win even more World Championships.”
Kenzi looked at Daedalus and then cut her eyes to her own sleeping form. She closed her eyes, hoping she would wake up, but she didn’t. She got to her feet and paced around the room before she stopped and finally answered him, apparently resolved to this new reality. “Sarah loves wrestling...it’s her life...her religion. I support her, I don’t need to be World Champion! I’ve done enough in this sport.”
Daedalus smiled, but it was long and wry...almost impossibly big for his gaunt face. “You lie Mrs. Lacklan...I see it...I smell it on you.” He walked near her, but not too near...she was still on edge. “That’s why you’ve avoided talking about Synergy on Monday. What a tremendous opportunity, but you’re afraid to even try to take it.”
Kenzi frowned, doing her best not to seem as if she had been called out on an unspoken truth. “I haven’t said anything about Synergy because it’s fucking stupid! Why is a match between the World Champion and the Chaos Champion the second match on the card? You want to know why?” Kenzi surprised the man by rushing over to him and poking him hard in the chest, pushing him back. “BECAUSE YOUR CURTAIN JERKING JERK OFF IS BRINGING DOWN THE GRADE POINT AVERAGE! Lacklan versus Lacklan is a main event anywhere on the planet, but we are going on BEFORE Maria Salvatore?” Kenzi ran her hands down her face. “THAT BITCH WAS JUST ON MAURY LAST WEEK...ARE YOU KIDDING ME?”
Daedalus recovered quickly, straightening his dark suit. “Let’s not be coy, Tempest is undefeated...and he is now the number one contender for YOUR Chaos Championship. You aren’t offended by your placement on the show…”
“...yes I am…”
He sighed, “Okay, perhaps a little, but I think you are afraid of that tiny voice in the back of your brain that is telling you that time is running out. You don’t want to do anything that might awaken ambition and desire in you.”
“...that’s not true…”
He laughed, “No? Last week...you could have easily become a contender for Phrixus Deimos’ Cross-Hemisphere Title...the same one you felt slighted over after you defeated the Champion on Synergy in 2018. What a feather in your cap that would have been? No rules back then about defeating champions...not like now. All you had to do was take the three count, but you didn’t.”
“...I didn’t care about any of that…”
He shook his head. “No, no you didn’t.” He peered at her, his black eyes piercing her soul. “But what about next week? What if you pin the World Champion...what then?”
Kenzi’s face screwed up into a mask of annoyance. “THAT’S MY WIFE!”
“...the same wife you pinned at WrestleStock...dashing her hopes of repeating as tournament winner…” His whisper was biting. “...she still thinks about that moment, how she missed out on that accolade because of you…”
Kenzi roared back, “SHE WAS HAPPY FOR ME! Yes, she wanted to win...but WE won! We cashed in and won the Cooperative Titles!”
He made a tent with his hands. He was waiting for this. “And who’s idea was that?”
“MINES!” She fired back.
“...not at first…”
She replied, but there was much less force behind her words this time. “I cashed in on The Court! We avenged what they did to Angie and Rox!”
“...it wasn’t your first thought until Sarah mentioned it...was it…?”
Kenzi glared at him, her jaw working as she ground her teeth. “I...I had a lot of thoughts, but that was the best one.”
Daedalus pressed her, “Why were you so angry at Sloane Taylor when she won WrestleStock and decided to challenge you for your Cooperative Title?”
“Sloane pretended to be my friend, but she knew all along that she wanted to attack me! She set me up with SEB! Or...that is what I thought...I still wonder.” Kenzi answered.
“I hear you say she ‘pretended to be my friend’ and ‘she wanted to attack me’ but I don’t hear ‘she wanted my title.’ He gave a questioning look? “Why is that?” He waved her off before she could answer, he knew it already. “You couldn’t fathom someone winning a chance at that kind of opportunity and deciding to share it.”
“Fuck you!”
“The truth hurts...come with me…” He waved his hand and a portal opened. “...let’s go.”
Kenzi glared at him. “NO!”
“Don’t be a chicken dear, you just left a literal Planet of Cunts!” He stepped through the portal. “Come!”
Kenzi stood there, still staring at her sleeping form on the couch...but her curiosity was getting the better of her. Before she knew it, she was walking toward the portal...taking another trip through time and space…
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