| Stardust | Thank you for joining me this evening!
| Stardust | Honestly, I'm wearing my most finest attire and you went outside wearing THAT?! Well, I guess I won't hold it against you. We can't all dress as sharply as me!
| Stardust | Luke, if you don't mind, please provide us with some accompanying music! A selection from a violin of you please!
| Luke Harper | No.
| Stardust | Such poor service! Distasteful! Ah well. Let's not allow that to ruin our evening, shall we? Look! Look at the moon! Isn't it simply beautiful tonight?
| Stardust | By the way, if you were unaware, the moon has only been walked on by twelve people. All American males. It's also the fifth largest natural satellite in the Solar System. But I'm sure you already knew that!
| Stardust | I brought you here this evening for one purpose. Luke and I have the opportunity to reclaim our Tag Team Titles from those DESPICABLE, DASTARDLY, DAMNED morlocks known as Dean Ambrose and Seth Rollins! They didn't even pin us for the titles so how could we even lose them in the first place?! They've been so content with their hollow shell of a victory that it's made them WEAK! Too weak to face us! Oh, but they won't have another team to hide behind this time! No, no, no! They can ONLY face the Prince of Dark Matter and..
| Stardust | Luke. What kind of nickname do you have for yourself?
| Luke Harper | ...
| Stardust | ..No matter! Let's talk about why you're here my dear! Obviously, you should feel honored! All across this universe I could have my pick of any space queen that I so desired! But I selected you! A mere human earth woman! I am very sought after, you understand!
| Stardust | Don't GIVE me that look! I realize that at one point in time you were to be married to Cody Rhodes but he's DEAD! Besides! I have everything he doesn't! Ability! Charisma! And, very soon, one of the Tag Team Titles! I'll be a two-time Tag Team champion! Doesn't that..excite you? No? How about a little of this action?
| Stardust | Don't be bashful. CLEARLY, you're making a fool out of yourself by pretending to resist!
| Stardust | Aw. What seems to be the issue? Do you need something more? Would you like us to bring you the heads of Dean Ambrose and Seth Rollins? Oooh! Exciting! Rhodes never seemed the type to go after such a VICIOUS woman! But me? I LIKE it! So you want Rollins and Ambrose DEAD? So do we! See?! We're a perfect match already! Those slimy little grease balls are holding OUR cosmic key's but not for much longer! They think they're so special but they're NOTHING! Do you hear me? NOTHING!
| Stardust | You don't seem impressed. Does the promise of inflicting bodily harm against two undeserving peons not turn you on? What kind of woman ARE you? ..Pretty terrible conversationalist if I do say so myself. You haven't even touched your food!
| Stardust | No wonder Cody Rhodes died. He had someone like YOU sucking the life out of him every waking moment!
| Stardust | I present you with lovely meal, enchanting atmosphere and
Monday, September 28, 2015
Monday, September 21, 2015
Ruin
| Matt Striker | Joining me currently is..Stardust..and..Luke Harper..
The hesitation in Matt Striker's voice, as he stood in a hallway in the backstage of the arena, was very evident. It was difficult not to feel nervous around two of the strangest wrestlers on the EBWF roster. The eerie, zombie like Harper slowly seemed to inch closer to the interviewer who tried his best to keep his distance. Stardust, wrapped in his long, black cape slid in front of Harper to create some distance between him and Striker. Even though, one nutjob separating you from another wasn't very comforting.
| Matt Striker | Stardust, you managed an enormous victory last week over the World Champion: Sami Zayn..
| Stardust | I DID, didn't I? I told everyone that Sami Zayn couldn't handle the pressure of being World Champion and I proved it! All heroes must DIE! They must be eradicated!
| Matt Striker | But, after your victory, you allowed Miz and The Vertex to attack a downed Zayn. Why didn't you interfere?
Harper drew in closer and in one quick motion, had lowered himself closer to Striker's face. His eyes stared straight through him.
| Luke Harper | I'm only going to let you ask one..stupid..question. Try another one and you ain't going to like the result, boy..
Striker held up his palms and didn't even consider arguing this point.
| Stardust | Why would I even consider helping Sami Zayn? I did all of the work! I just allowed Miz and the others to pick his bones clean! But make no mistake about it. They were able to take center stage only because I allowed it! But now..
Stardust began to snicker to himself, and drug his tongue along his upper row of teeth.
| Stardust | Two of Miz's henchmen get the exact same treatment they gave poor, unfortunate Sami Zayn last week! Balor and O'Reily, get the opportunity to have their entire universes entirely ripped apart! And if the rest of their little posse would like to come and play..
| Luke Harper | We don't have any problem leaving every last one of them beaten and bloody. I have been trying to keep everything at bay. I've been trying to keep all of these monsters in my head locked up. They don't want to be forgotten anymore. They want to come out. Monday night, I'm going to let the monsters out, and they are going to feed on Balor and O'Reily..
It looked as though Harper was straining deeply as he placed his hands onto the sides of his head and began to tightly wrap his fingers around strands of his unkempt hair.
| Stardust | You see, as far I'm concerned, The Vertex are the reason we lost the Tag Titles in the first place! They shouldn't be concerned with Sami Zayn! No, no, no! They should be worried..they should be afraid..of us. Unfortunately for them this is not outer space and EVERYONE will be able to hear them scream!
Stardust sort of curled into himself and back to cackle a deep, super villain like laugh before launching towards Striker to hiss in his face. The interviewer took off while Harper stood behind his partner, eyes still peeled open and wide, with that "lights on but no one home" expression.
The hesitation in Matt Striker's voice, as he stood in a hallway in the backstage of the arena, was very evident. It was difficult not to feel nervous around two of the strangest wrestlers on the EBWF roster. The eerie, zombie like Harper slowly seemed to inch closer to the interviewer who tried his best to keep his distance. Stardust, wrapped in his long, black cape slid in front of Harper to create some distance between him and Striker. Even though, one nutjob separating you from another wasn't very comforting.
| Matt Striker | Stardust, you managed an enormous victory last week over the World Champion: Sami Zayn..
| Stardust | I DID, didn't I? I told everyone that Sami Zayn couldn't handle the pressure of being World Champion and I proved it! All heroes must DIE! They must be eradicated!
| Matt Striker | But, after your victory, you allowed Miz and The Vertex to attack a downed Zayn. Why didn't you interfere?
Harper drew in closer and in one quick motion, had lowered himself closer to Striker's face. His eyes stared straight through him.
| Luke Harper | I'm only going to let you ask one..stupid..question. Try another one and you ain't going to like the result, boy..
Striker held up his palms and didn't even consider arguing this point.
| Stardust | Why would I even consider helping Sami Zayn? I did all of the work! I just allowed Miz and the others to pick his bones clean! But make no mistake about it. They were able to take center stage only because I allowed it! But now..
Stardust began to snicker to himself, and drug his tongue along his upper row of teeth.
| Stardust | Two of Miz's henchmen get the exact same treatment they gave poor, unfortunate Sami Zayn last week! Balor and O'Reily, get the opportunity to have their entire universes entirely ripped apart! And if the rest of their little posse would like to come and play..
| Luke Harper | We don't have any problem leaving every last one of them beaten and bloody. I have been trying to keep everything at bay. I've been trying to keep all of these monsters in my head locked up. They don't want to be forgotten anymore. They want to come out. Monday night, I'm going to let the monsters out, and they are going to feed on Balor and O'Reily..
It looked as though Harper was straining deeply as he placed his hands onto the sides of his head and began to tightly wrap his fingers around strands of his unkempt hair.
| Stardust | You see, as far I'm concerned, The Vertex are the reason we lost the Tag Titles in the first place! They shouldn't be concerned with Sami Zayn! No, no, no! They should be worried..they should be afraid..of us. Unfortunately for them this is not outer space and EVERYONE will be able to hear them scream!
Stardust sort of curled into himself and back to cackle a deep, super villain like laugh before launching towards Striker to hiss in his face. The interviewer took off while Harper stood behind his partner, eyes still peeled open and wide, with that "lights on but no one home" expression.
Monday, September 14, 2015
Only Human
A sketchy diner at the dead of night was sure to attract some strange visitors but certainly no one as strange as a pair seated by a large window. The hulk Luke Harper covered himself in a black hoodie and those frightening eyes held the look of an unstable man. Sitting across from him was a smaller, wiry figure, also in a black hoodie. But his hood was pulled over much tighter to conceal his heavily painted face. Stardust leaned back in his booth and sighed before lamenting on his most recent in-ring encounter.
| Stardust | It's absolutely a SHAME that you can lose a title without even being pinned for it. Don't you agree, Luke?
Harper didn't utter a word and instead just gazed forward. It was often times very difficult to determine if there was anything going on within that head of his. But Stardust didn't seem to be too terribly bothered by it. He folded his glove covered hands underneath of his chin and batted his eyes.
| Stardust | That's why we work so well together. You are such an amazing conversationalist.
The large, hairy man was devoid of any thing even remotely resembling a sense of humor and he didn't react to even an over the top figure like Stardust.
| Stardust | Although we may not be the Tag Team Champions anymore, an absolutely amazing opportunity has presented itself. I have an encounter with Sami Zayn. The World. Champion.
Giddily, Stardust began to rub his palms together while the corners of his mouth began to curl up into a wild grin. Although, only momentarily, as he slipped into a look of deep thought.
| Stardust | Don't you find it completely and utterly fascinating that someone who is so MUNDANE and BORING can state as a fact that they have defeated both Brock Lesnar and Dolph Ziggler? Sure, he's good in the ring and all of that but who cares when he's so slim on personality?
This question finally drove Harper to speak up. Stardust froze and listened up, it seemed as though he whenever his partner did talk, it carried some meaning behind it.
| Luke Harper | Why don't you just worry about beating him? If you're so worried about his personality..we can tear his head clean off and replace it with a new one.
Despite the gruesome and impossible nature of the comment, it struck Stardust as very exciting.
| Stardust | Ooh! Ooh! A new one with a little more pzazz? A little more SPUNK? The possibilities are endless, aren't they? You've got a keen mind underneath all of that fur.
The Cosmic Entity placed a pair of fingers on either side of his head and moved them in a slow circle, like a drill, as if he were trying to burrow into his own brain.
| Stardust | Sami Zayn may be a specimen to behold but he's only human. Just a man. I am not bound by such limitations. Because, as you understand, I am completely inhuman. In thought, and action, and in drive. Every thought, every single solitary thought..could not possibly be comprehended by someone like Sami Zayn. It is beyond every inch of his being to fully grasp just what I am.
His scarlet tinted pools shifted down towards the very rare steak that was resting on a plate in front of him. He lifted his fork high into the air and began to stab away at it, causing the pristine white plate to become flooded with blood. It was even splattering along the table.
| Stardust | Just like any other human..he will bleed. Gallons of the stuff!
The fork was flicked aside and he licked some of the dripping blood and juices from his fingers.
| Stardust | Brock Lesnar and Dolph Ziggler are not the Prince of Dark Matter. They are not..Stardust. They are not blessed with eyes that can see beyond infinity.
Cody Rhodes was so far gone into this otherworldly persona that he truly believed the things that he was saying. Even if those things only made sense in his own screwed up head.
| Stardust | And I suppose that Sami Zayn is blessed with..eh..something. Very pale skin? Very red hair? Oooh! Hey! Catchy theme song! He does have that! Just makes you want to have a grand ol' time!
Gloved hands shook about, 'jazz hands', to mock Zayn's upbeat and catchy little number that brought him to the ring. But any frivolity was over. His shrouded face was covered in a disgusted looking smile.
| Stardust | He'll have plenty of time to worry about his lacking personality and his dull lifestyle after I put my cosmic boots to his face. He does have that AWFUL gift of getting back up after someone beats him down but it won't be for nothing! No, no, no! Because when I defeat Sami Zayn that will mean that I will be in line for a title opportunity. ..The most precious..amazing..prize..in all of the galaxy..will be firmly around my waist. And poor Sami Zayn will just..beeee..splattered.
The plate was snatched firmly between his fingers and as Stardust slid out of his booth he raised it high above his head. He slammed the plate, steak and all, causing it to shatter and the rare meat to send of the blood dripping off it upwards. The feverish motion had caused his hood to go flipping off, revealing his silver and black painted face. Now with splashes of red mixed in. A passing waitress gasped at this as she passed. Even on the graveyard shift, it wasn't something you saw every day. Stardust directed a smile towards her.
| Stardust | Check please.
---
Standing amongst a pool of darkness stood one half of the participants in this week's main event. Stardust and Sami Zayn were very opposite for a variety of different reasons. One being their extremely different visual appearances. Stardust stood in long, dark colored, leathery cape with bits of black fur around the shoulders. He spoke, but it wasn't in his outrageous spaceman tone. It sounded more like his real self, Cody Rhodes.
| Stardust | Sami Zayn. I heard you talk about pressure. "Oh, I know what it's like to have my back against the wall! Oh, I know all about this!" Don't. Make. Me. Laugh. You may have been a champion in some run-down, back alley promotion in your day..but now..you're on top of the grandest stage of them all. You are shining so brightly that the whole universe can see you! The target on your back is so enormous that it will consume you! You don't know..anything..about..pressure..
Overwhelming pressure it what led to the transition from Cody Rhodes to Stardust so he was something of a scholar on the subject.
Stardust | Forget one second about me. Forget about The Vertex. Every single person on the roster wants what you have. All of them. And not just this promotion! There are people that haven't even made it onto television yet that want what you have! People that don't even work here yet! All willing to do whatever it takes for a chance at you! They would dismember themselves for a title opportunity!
His shoulders slumped. It looked as though a certain weight of sadness was wearing them down. His head also sunk in a solemn manner.
| Stardust | Poor Cody Rhodes knew so much about pressure. He was a World Champion too. He never even lost it. It was stolen from him by some blind, arrogant millionaire! By that point he had completely lost his mind. He was walking around in a mask, carrying around paper bags full of insects and..
A deep sigh that seemed to be the only thing preventing him from elaborating on such a dark time any further.
| Stardust | ..Oh, it was not a pretty site. Not at all. But even when he left the company, that pressure never went away. Oh no. It followed him everywhere that he went. Even when he wasn't in the professional wrestling business! It just..kept..following him. He tried to get away but..
There was a degree of humanity in his voice that hadn't been heard in a very, very long time.
| Stardust | ..he just couldn't. He had a fiance that didn't want him to come back. She didn't want to see him in the ring anymore. But the temptation was too great. It broke him. It broke his life. His soon to be marriage. Every last trace of him was gone. On that day..Cody Rhodes..was murdered.
The maniacal look, extreme gestures and all around manic behavior returned.
| Stardust | And I took his place! Someone who is stronger, more prepared, who can't POSSIBLY crack under the pressure holding the World Title brings! When you get that taste, it does something to you. It corrupts you. It turns you into a super villain. No one wants to see good, pure, Sami Zayn go down that route. So what I'm suggesting..
He smirked as he was getting to the best part of his proposal.
| Stardust | ..is that you just hand the title over to me, Sami. Give it to me and spare yourself the torment that's going to follow. The paranoia. Your simple little mind simply won't be able to handle it. I'm not kidding. It does..things.. to you..
He reached up and was now holding..something. It looked like a mannequin. A mannequin made to look like his ex-fiance Brandi. Some skin complexion and hair. It was nude and both realistic and made to resemble a freakish caricature at the same time. It was made to look like the eyes and mouth were sewn shut. Stardust's red eyes gazed deeply towards it's face while he stroked it's hair backwards. He spoke in a soft tone.
| Stardust | Oh, how beautiful she was. What a wonderful bride she would have been. What an amazing mother she could have become. But that baby is gone and whatever remained of this woman is locked up in a mental home somewhere because she simply couldn't stand to witness the birth of..Stardust.
The doll was violently tossed aside, with a crash, and all the creepy sentiment had faded. He turned his full focus back to camera in front of him and held out a palm.
| Stardust | So, Zayn, I implore you! Reach out! Let my hand touch yours! Drop your title at my feet! Spare yourself the agony that's sure to come! You said that you wanted to rid this place of psychopaths but if you don't stop you're going to become one! Don't allow the world to watch a hero go bad!
Stardust's open hand slowly fell to his side. He shrugged his shoulders while his black painted lips curled into a sneer.
| Stardust | Or hold on. Hold onto your title with everything you've got. Because I don't mind ripping it out of your grasp. Even if I have to pull a few fingers off with it.
That familiar, threatening feral hiss was given and brought the segment to an end.
| Stardust | It's absolutely a SHAME that you can lose a title without even being pinned for it. Don't you agree, Luke?
Harper didn't utter a word and instead just gazed forward. It was often times very difficult to determine if there was anything going on within that head of his. But Stardust didn't seem to be too terribly bothered by it. He folded his glove covered hands underneath of his chin and batted his eyes.
| Stardust | That's why we work so well together. You are such an amazing conversationalist.
The large, hairy man was devoid of any thing even remotely resembling a sense of humor and he didn't react to even an over the top figure like Stardust.
| Stardust | Although we may not be the Tag Team Champions anymore, an absolutely amazing opportunity has presented itself. I have an encounter with Sami Zayn. The World. Champion.
Giddily, Stardust began to rub his palms together while the corners of his mouth began to curl up into a wild grin. Although, only momentarily, as he slipped into a look of deep thought.
| Stardust | Don't you find it completely and utterly fascinating that someone who is so MUNDANE and BORING can state as a fact that they have defeated both Brock Lesnar and Dolph Ziggler? Sure, he's good in the ring and all of that but who cares when he's so slim on personality?
This question finally drove Harper to speak up. Stardust froze and listened up, it seemed as though he whenever his partner did talk, it carried some meaning behind it.
| Luke Harper | Why don't you just worry about beating him? If you're so worried about his personality..we can tear his head clean off and replace it with a new one.
Despite the gruesome and impossible nature of the comment, it struck Stardust as very exciting.
| Stardust | Ooh! Ooh! A new one with a little more pzazz? A little more SPUNK? The possibilities are endless, aren't they? You've got a keen mind underneath all of that fur.
The Cosmic Entity placed a pair of fingers on either side of his head and moved them in a slow circle, like a drill, as if he were trying to burrow into his own brain.
| Stardust | Sami Zayn may be a specimen to behold but he's only human. Just a man. I am not bound by such limitations. Because, as you understand, I am completely inhuman. In thought, and action, and in drive. Every thought, every single solitary thought..could not possibly be comprehended by someone like Sami Zayn. It is beyond every inch of his being to fully grasp just what I am.
His scarlet tinted pools shifted down towards the very rare steak that was resting on a plate in front of him. He lifted his fork high into the air and began to stab away at it, causing the pristine white plate to become flooded with blood. It was even splattering along the table.
| Stardust | Just like any other human..he will bleed. Gallons of the stuff!
The fork was flicked aside and he licked some of the dripping blood and juices from his fingers.
| Stardust | Brock Lesnar and Dolph Ziggler are not the Prince of Dark Matter. They are not..Stardust. They are not blessed with eyes that can see beyond infinity.
Cody Rhodes was so far gone into this otherworldly persona that he truly believed the things that he was saying. Even if those things only made sense in his own screwed up head.
| Stardust | And I suppose that Sami Zayn is blessed with..eh..something. Very pale skin? Very red hair? Oooh! Hey! Catchy theme song! He does have that! Just makes you want to have a grand ol' time!
Gloved hands shook about, 'jazz hands', to mock Zayn's upbeat and catchy little number that brought him to the ring. But any frivolity was over. His shrouded face was covered in a disgusted looking smile.
| Stardust | He'll have plenty of time to worry about his lacking personality and his dull lifestyle after I put my cosmic boots to his face. He does have that AWFUL gift of getting back up after someone beats him down but it won't be for nothing! No, no, no! Because when I defeat Sami Zayn that will mean that I will be in line for a title opportunity. ..The most precious..amazing..prize..in all of the galaxy..will be firmly around my waist. And poor Sami Zayn will just..beeee..splattered.
The plate was snatched firmly between his fingers and as Stardust slid out of his booth he raised it high above his head. He slammed the plate, steak and all, causing it to shatter and the rare meat to send of the blood dripping off it upwards. The feverish motion had caused his hood to go flipping off, revealing his silver and black painted face. Now with splashes of red mixed in. A passing waitress gasped at this as she passed. Even on the graveyard shift, it wasn't something you saw every day. Stardust directed a smile towards her.
| Stardust | Check please.
---
Standing amongst a pool of darkness stood one half of the participants in this week's main event. Stardust and Sami Zayn were very opposite for a variety of different reasons. One being their extremely different visual appearances. Stardust stood in long, dark colored, leathery cape with bits of black fur around the shoulders. He spoke, but it wasn't in his outrageous spaceman tone. It sounded more like his real self, Cody Rhodes.
| Stardust | Sami Zayn. I heard you talk about pressure. "Oh, I know what it's like to have my back against the wall! Oh, I know all about this!" Don't. Make. Me. Laugh. You may have been a champion in some run-down, back alley promotion in your day..but now..you're on top of the grandest stage of them all. You are shining so brightly that the whole universe can see you! The target on your back is so enormous that it will consume you! You don't know..anything..about..pressure..
Overwhelming pressure it what led to the transition from Cody Rhodes to Stardust so he was something of a scholar on the subject.
Stardust | Forget one second about me. Forget about The Vertex. Every single person on the roster wants what you have. All of them. And not just this promotion! There are people that haven't even made it onto television yet that want what you have! People that don't even work here yet! All willing to do whatever it takes for a chance at you! They would dismember themselves for a title opportunity!
His shoulders slumped. It looked as though a certain weight of sadness was wearing them down. His head also sunk in a solemn manner.
| Stardust | Poor Cody Rhodes knew so much about pressure. He was a World Champion too. He never even lost it. It was stolen from him by some blind, arrogant millionaire! By that point he had completely lost his mind. He was walking around in a mask, carrying around paper bags full of insects and..
A deep sigh that seemed to be the only thing preventing him from elaborating on such a dark time any further.
| Stardust | ..Oh, it was not a pretty site. Not at all. But even when he left the company, that pressure never went away. Oh no. It followed him everywhere that he went. Even when he wasn't in the professional wrestling business! It just..kept..following him. He tried to get away but..
There was a degree of humanity in his voice that hadn't been heard in a very, very long time.
| Stardust | ..he just couldn't. He had a fiance that didn't want him to come back. She didn't want to see him in the ring anymore. But the temptation was too great. It broke him. It broke his life. His soon to be marriage. Every last trace of him was gone. On that day..Cody Rhodes..was murdered.
The maniacal look, extreme gestures and all around manic behavior returned.
| Stardust | And I took his place! Someone who is stronger, more prepared, who can't POSSIBLY crack under the pressure holding the World Title brings! When you get that taste, it does something to you. It corrupts you. It turns you into a super villain. No one wants to see good, pure, Sami Zayn go down that route. So what I'm suggesting..
He smirked as he was getting to the best part of his proposal.
| Stardust | ..is that you just hand the title over to me, Sami. Give it to me and spare yourself the torment that's going to follow. The paranoia. Your simple little mind simply won't be able to handle it. I'm not kidding. It does..things.. to you..
He reached up and was now holding..something. It looked like a mannequin. A mannequin made to look like his ex-fiance Brandi. Some skin complexion and hair. It was nude and both realistic and made to resemble a freakish caricature at the same time. It was made to look like the eyes and mouth were sewn shut. Stardust's red eyes gazed deeply towards it's face while he stroked it's hair backwards. He spoke in a soft tone.
| Stardust | Oh, how beautiful she was. What a wonderful bride she would have been. What an amazing mother she could have become. But that baby is gone and whatever remained of this woman is locked up in a mental home somewhere because she simply couldn't stand to witness the birth of..Stardust.
The doll was violently tossed aside, with a crash, and all the creepy sentiment had faded. He turned his full focus back to camera in front of him and held out a palm.
| Stardust | So, Zayn, I implore you! Reach out! Let my hand touch yours! Drop your title at my feet! Spare yourself the agony that's sure to come! You said that you wanted to rid this place of psychopaths but if you don't stop you're going to become one! Don't allow the world to watch a hero go bad!
Stardust's open hand slowly fell to his side. He shrugged his shoulders while his black painted lips curled into a sneer.
| Stardust | Or hold on. Hold onto your title with everything you've got. Because I don't mind ripping it out of your grasp. Even if I have to pull a few fingers off with it.
That familiar, threatening feral hiss was given and brought the segment to an end.
Monday, November 25, 2013
The Only Sane One
Inviting The Shield into your home didn't seem like a particularly good idea. Especially when it's an upscale, lavishly furnished and extremely expensive. Also when you're so particular about every last detail of said home's arrangement that seeing anything in even the slightest bit of disarray would drive you up the wall. But this is exactly what Cody Rhodes had done. The wide, open windows of the night sky was a backdrop for the extremely strange meeting. Rollins, Ambrose and Reigns stood on one side of the living room and Cody on the other. The Shield were all dressed in black clothing while Cody was dressed in his finest white suit, as if he were trying to blend in with his overly white home. Cody's stare towards The Hounds was indifferent but weary. He didn't trust them and they certainly didn't trust him. Mutual goals had brought them together for their fleeting partnership. Sitting on the also white plush coach was Aksana. Make-up less, and dressed in a long, sleeveless t-shirt, black pants, and a grey slouch cap. A laptop was resting in her lap but she wasn't looking at it. The dark haired Diva's eyes were wide and completely locked on The Shield. She couldn't believe this was the level Cody had sunk to.
Cody Rhodes: Care for a drink?
The silence was finally broken as Cody poured a glass of wine, obscenely expensive, of course, into a glass and held it forward. Ambrose took the glass, through it's contents over his shoulder and proceeded to drink whatever small droplets were left and quickly drug his tongue along the surface. Cody's eye twitched. Ambrose's eccentric behavior was not appreciated. Nor was the mess he had created in his pain painstakingly clean home. Cody clenched his fists in front of his face and sucked in some air. He was trying not to completely go nuts. It took some time but he calmed and straightened out his tie.
Cody Rhodes: Charming.
Roman Reigns: We're not here for pleasantries.
The booming voice of the group's enforcer was correct. This was not a budding friendship. Far from it.
Cody Rhodes: Ah, I was only trying to be a good host. But yes. Let's skip all of that and get right down to business. I hate John Cena. You all hate John Cena. I want the IC Title. I want to see John Cena's reign come to an end by any means necessary. Hence, why I reached out to you three..
Ambrose slumped down onto a stool and pressed a fist against the side of his head.
Dean Ambrose: ..Charming.
Cody Rhodes: Let's be perfectly clear. When this is over our relationship returns to what it once was. Nothing. We're all going to walk away with what we want. I become a champion and you three get the justice you so desperately seek.
The son of Dusty Rhodes envisioned himself with that perfectly polished title around his waist and sighed in contentment.
Cody Rhodes: As an added bonus..Ikeda is thrown in to sweeten the deal.
Ambrose began to smirk and was probably having a vision of his own after hearing that name. No doubt it involved a lot of pain for the creator of the EBWF.
Cody Rhodes: You three are a team. You are a cohesive unit. That's far more than what can be said for Cena's patchwork group of miscreants. Vile, disgusting Syxx and that old man smell that won't come off after you wrestle him. The Miz and his insipid catchphrases and not to mention his ring rust which should leave him vulnerable. And that..Trent idiot that I personally have torn apart on numerous occasions. They are threats that must be dealt with but I personally don't care about any of them. Just..leave Bryan to his own devices. If he catches one of them in a submission, we'll have an elimination..
Roman Reigns: He's not part of deal. We don't have an agreement with him.
Cody Rhodes: I..am the team captain. The team is named after me. You should do..what I say.
Dean Ambrose: We don't listen to anybody. Got it? As far as we're concerned it's Team Shield..
This was proving to be more difficult than Cody had previously imagined. He pulled open a drawer that held the a very sharp, enormous butcher knife inside. It was outside of The Shield's vantage point. Aksana began to shake her head and Cody spotted this from the corner of his eye and decided better of it. He closed the drawer.
Cody Rhodes: What's in a name? It's irrelevant.
Seth Rollins: As long as our team wins you get the title. You don't even have to tag in. You can just stand on the apron and let us handle it.
This was something that had occurred to Cody recently. The slightest hint of a grin appeared on his face as Rollins began to thumb through a large art book with hand drawn pictures created by Cody himself.
Cody Rhodes: That would be my most desirable situation. Watching as Cena and Ikeda are ripped limb from limb while I have the best seat in the house. It's what they both deserve, correct? A fitting ending. You three make them burn and I'll pour the gasoline over their charred remains until their isn't anything left. Let's strive to make that--
Rollins paused and rose a brow. Amongst all the normal pieces of art he had looked through, he had came across something very different. A very detailed drawing of a blood soaked corpse laying in an alley. Covered in lacerations and swarmed by insects. Cody snatched it away.
Cody Rhodes: ..a reality.
Dean Ambrose: Yeah, yeah. We got it. Don't worry your pretty little head. Let us do the heavy lifting and stay out of the way. Keep Bryan on a leash and away from us. You get your belt, Cena and Wes get bodied.
The Shield, growing tired of their ultra clean surroundings, began to take their leave. Rollins began to pass Cody when he stopped and turned to look at him.
Seth Rollins: Depersonalization.
Cody Rhodes: ..Excuse me?
Seth Rollins: Depersonalization disorder. Treat it with naloxone. Although, in your case it might only provide a small relief..
Cody looked as the final Shield member departed and after going to great effort to clean up the wine mess he began to observe his reflection in a nearby full length mirror.
Aksana: Cody..do you have any idea what you're doing? Those are the guys that are trying to run the company out of business. You know..where we work? You can't trust them. They could turn on you as soon as they are done..
Cody Rhodes: ..I hate John Cena and I hate Wes Ikeda. I wish only for them to suffer and for me to witness it..
Cody's animosity towards John Cena and Wes Ikeda were well documented at this point. He gazed deeper into the mirror and began to grin.
Cody Rhodes: I'm the only sane one on my team. Bryan has obvious anger problems, Reigns has daddy issues, Rollins seems to get off on scaring people and Ambrose..well..I'm not entirely sure what his deal is.
Aksana: Cody..did you even listen to me?
Cody Rhodes: I had this lovely image last night. I imagined Cena and Ikeda decapitated. I held their bloody heads in my hands and let their blood cover all over me. It's the most alive I've felt in months.
Askana shifted uncomfortably on her position on the couch she was used to seeing Cody only cold and distant.
Cody Rhodes: ..I hate John Cena and I hate Wes Ikeda. I wish only for them to suffer and for me to witness it..
He repeated this over and over while continuing to stare at himself in the mirror. His mask of sanity had completely slipped away for the time being.
Cody Rhodes: Care for a drink?
The silence was finally broken as Cody poured a glass of wine, obscenely expensive, of course, into a glass and held it forward. Ambrose took the glass, through it's contents over his shoulder and proceeded to drink whatever small droplets were left and quickly drug his tongue along the surface. Cody's eye twitched. Ambrose's eccentric behavior was not appreciated. Nor was the mess he had created in his pain painstakingly clean home. Cody clenched his fists in front of his face and sucked in some air. He was trying not to completely go nuts. It took some time but he calmed and straightened out his tie.
Cody Rhodes: Charming.
Roman Reigns: We're not here for pleasantries.
The booming voice of the group's enforcer was correct. This was not a budding friendship. Far from it.
Cody Rhodes: Ah, I was only trying to be a good host. But yes. Let's skip all of that and get right down to business. I hate John Cena. You all hate John Cena. I want the IC Title. I want to see John Cena's reign come to an end by any means necessary. Hence, why I reached out to you three..
Ambrose slumped down onto a stool and pressed a fist against the side of his head.
Dean Ambrose: ..Charming.
Cody Rhodes: Let's be perfectly clear. When this is over our relationship returns to what it once was. Nothing. We're all going to walk away with what we want. I become a champion and you three get the justice you so desperately seek.
The son of Dusty Rhodes envisioned himself with that perfectly polished title around his waist and sighed in contentment.
Cody Rhodes: As an added bonus..Ikeda is thrown in to sweeten the deal.
Ambrose began to smirk and was probably having a vision of his own after hearing that name. No doubt it involved a lot of pain for the creator of the EBWF.
Cody Rhodes: You three are a team. You are a cohesive unit. That's far more than what can be said for Cena's patchwork group of miscreants. Vile, disgusting Syxx and that old man smell that won't come off after you wrestle him. The Miz and his insipid catchphrases and not to mention his ring rust which should leave him vulnerable. And that..Trent idiot that I personally have torn apart on numerous occasions. They are threats that must be dealt with but I personally don't care about any of them. Just..leave Bryan to his own devices. If he catches one of them in a submission, we'll have an elimination..
Roman Reigns: He's not part of deal. We don't have an agreement with him.
Cody Rhodes: I..am the team captain. The team is named after me. You should do..what I say.
Dean Ambrose: We don't listen to anybody. Got it? As far as we're concerned it's Team Shield..
This was proving to be more difficult than Cody had previously imagined. He pulled open a drawer that held the a very sharp, enormous butcher knife inside. It was outside of The Shield's vantage point. Aksana began to shake her head and Cody spotted this from the corner of his eye and decided better of it. He closed the drawer.
Cody Rhodes: What's in a name? It's irrelevant.
Seth Rollins: As long as our team wins you get the title. You don't even have to tag in. You can just stand on the apron and let us handle it.
This was something that had occurred to Cody recently. The slightest hint of a grin appeared on his face as Rollins began to thumb through a large art book with hand drawn pictures created by Cody himself.
Cody Rhodes: That would be my most desirable situation. Watching as Cena and Ikeda are ripped limb from limb while I have the best seat in the house. It's what they both deserve, correct? A fitting ending. You three make them burn and I'll pour the gasoline over their charred remains until their isn't anything left. Let's strive to make that--
Rollins paused and rose a brow. Amongst all the normal pieces of art he had looked through, he had came across something very different. A very detailed drawing of a blood soaked corpse laying in an alley. Covered in lacerations and swarmed by insects. Cody snatched it away.
Cody Rhodes: ..a reality.
Dean Ambrose: Yeah, yeah. We got it. Don't worry your pretty little head. Let us do the heavy lifting and stay out of the way. Keep Bryan on a leash and away from us. You get your belt, Cena and Wes get bodied.
The Shield, growing tired of their ultra clean surroundings, began to take their leave. Rollins began to pass Cody when he stopped and turned to look at him.
Seth Rollins: Depersonalization.
Cody Rhodes: ..Excuse me?
Seth Rollins: Depersonalization disorder. Treat it with naloxone. Although, in your case it might only provide a small relief..
Cody looked as the final Shield member departed and after going to great effort to clean up the wine mess he began to observe his reflection in a nearby full length mirror.
Aksana: Cody..do you have any idea what you're doing? Those are the guys that are trying to run the company out of business. You know..where we work? You can't trust them. They could turn on you as soon as they are done..
Cody Rhodes: ..I hate John Cena and I hate Wes Ikeda. I wish only for them to suffer and for me to witness it..
Cody's animosity towards John Cena and Wes Ikeda were well documented at this point. He gazed deeper into the mirror and began to grin.
Cody Rhodes: I'm the only sane one on my team. Bryan has obvious anger problems, Reigns has daddy issues, Rollins seems to get off on scaring people and Ambrose..well..I'm not entirely sure what his deal is.
Aksana: Cody..did you even listen to me?
Cody Rhodes: I had this lovely image last night. I imagined Cena and Ikeda decapitated. I held their bloody heads in my hands and let their blood cover all over me. It's the most alive I've felt in months.
Askana shifted uncomfortably on her position on the couch she was used to seeing Cody only cold and distant.
Cody Rhodes: ..I hate John Cena and I hate Wes Ikeda. I wish only for them to suffer and for me to witness it..
He repeated this over and over while continuing to stare at himself in the mirror. His mask of sanity had completely slipped away for the time being.
Sunday, November 3, 2013
Insufferable Bastards
Cody Rhodes vigorously and methodically checked his appearance in a motel mirror. He was dressed in an obscenely expensive black suit with a white dress shirt underneath and a black skinny tie. Rhodes constantly rubbed and thumbed at his nose, a hint that he may have been involved in activities earlier in the evening. As he stared at his reflection a small trickle of blood began to drip from one of his nostrils. He stared in silence at the sight before the corner of his mouth curled up into a smirk. The trace of red liquid were wiped away with a tissue and the now former IC title contender stepped out of the bath room and into the main quarters of the small hotel he was staying it. It didn't at all look like something someone with such a ridiculously high standard would stay in. The small television set was nothing but crackling static but the volume was lowered to an almost mute level. There was a figure sitting on the queen sized bed that was stuffed in the corner of the room. A female in a long, gray tank top and leather pants with a grey stocking cap pulled low.
Aksana: It takes you this long. For sex.
Cody Rhodes: I always have to look my best. Always. And this..this..hotel room..I'm appalled. I cannot even to think how many stars this place. What? One in a half at the most?
The dark haired Lithuanian slowly shook her head and took a long drag from a cigarette.
Aksana: It's a motel, not a hotel, so there aren't any stars. I like things that remind me of home and don't remind me of having to pretend to be "diva". Helps me remember who I really am.
Cody Rhodes: These types of hotel's are..just...no. I need something better. Something a STAR would stay in. I look out of place. I can't allow myself the luxury of dressing in whatever I woke up in like yourself.
Aksana: ..Such a shame.
Cody Rhodes: But I like that. So don't change anything. I like the juxtaposition.
Rhodes straightened out his tie while Aksana flicked the remains of her cigarette into an ash tray.
Cody Rhodes: I have to get back on track and I can't even waste a single moment. I don't only have to defeat Trent? I have to crush him. He has to realize just how superior I am to him. The entire world must be meant to know.
The former World Champion's eyes shifted upwards where a ceiling fan was hanging overhead. He became slightly amused when recalling his history with the current "Mr. Money in the Bank".
Cody Rhodes: I remember knocking him out of the King of the Ring two years ago. Very satisfying. I quite enjoyed it. He seemed so heart broken. Poor little fella..
He began to scowl and his mood altered rather quickly.
Cody Rhodes: But he's carrying around that briefcase with a World Title shot. Defeating him isn't going to change that. Unless I break one of his legs and keep from competing until after the Royal Rumble. Awful to think if something like that occurred, isn't it? Just awful, indeed.
Aksana: ..This is really, really weird foreplay.
Cody Rhodes: Oh, thinking of the broken bodies of my opponents doesn't turn you on? Imagining Trent? whimpering in agony doesn't do it for you?
Aksana: Not..particularly.
Cody Rhodes: ..Such a shame.
Cody repeated her words from earlier as he began to crawl his way onto the bed. Aksana began to remove her pants when they began to hear a faint sound coming from the room next to them. They both began to stare in the direction the noise was coming from. It was very faint and sounded somewhat like humming.
"..Da da..dat, dat, dah dah, dah, dah ,daaaaah.."
The pair exchanged confused looks with one another. It was then that the humming got louder. And decidedly more orgasmic until it was just a female screaming. Both Cody and Aksana's eyes were huge at this point. Aksana slumped back on the bed and shook her head a few times.
Aksana: ..Well, that killed my mood.
Cody was beyond irritated at this point and perhaps morbidly curious. He rose from the bed and headed outside where it was a short trip to the door of the room next to them. He pounded his fist on the lime green colored door and leaned in closely.
Cody Rhodes: Open this god damn door. I didn't come to this cesspool just for you to..--
The door suddenly swung open and Cody stepped backwards a few steps with a fist cocked back, ready to send it flying at whoever was about to step out. But the man inside didn't step out. He twirled out while dressed only in a bath robe. He made dramatically motioned towards Cody who looked completely and utterly confused.
Fandango: It's me. Faaaaaahn..daaaaahn..
Cody Rhodes: I know. I KNOW who you are.
Fandango: I'm sorry. Did my heated, passionate love making disrupt you? My apologies.
A blonde poked her head out from the doorway and waved a few fingers.
Fandango: This is Summer Rae and she is simply insatiable. I've found a woman who is loyal. It's magical. Her ability to dance is indescribable.
Fandango had been without his former army of dancing girls ever since Seth Rollins of The Shield spooked them so badly that they departed in complete fear. Summer disappeared back into the room but she had caught Cody's attention who tilted his vision past Fandango to stare. He snapped back to attention as Fandango's hand landed on his shoulder.
Fandango: I forgive you for leaving me alone to deal with John Cena.
Being touched by a unwashed and un-sanitized hand repulsed Cody and he quickly slapped it away in disgust.
Fandango: I hear you have a match with Trent? He's talented. A rising star.
Cody Rhodes: Yes. I do. I'm going to curb stomp that greasy haired little plebeian idiot and make his parents cry.
Fandango: I see. I made my debut doing just that. I left him laying in the ring. I believe in you, Cody. You can do it.
Cody slowly began to scowl he wasn't entirely sure why this conversation was taking place or how it had come to this point.
Cody Rhodes: As I possibly need your encouragement to get a win over someone like Trent? I don't care how far he believes he's come in his career. I'm something he's never going to be able to handle.
Fandango: Cody. Have you ever been with a dancer? Can you possibly realize how flexible they are? How many positions they can be bent into? I strongly recommend it.
Cody Rhodes: What in the hell are you talking about?
Fandango: I saw your eye wandering to my lovely partner in DANCE. I would be willing to share. We're swingers in more ways than one.
Cody Rhodes: No. Shut up. SHUT UP. I'm not here for this. I need to remain completely concentrated on dismantling Trent? Nothing else is more important than that. NOTHING. That is the only thought that consumes me right now. Picking bits of his brain matter off of my boot.
Cody loosened up his tie and was growing more tense.
Cody Rhodes: WHY are you even here?
Fandango: We like to experiment in different landscapes. To keep the passion fresh.
Fandango did another quick, graceful dance move for reasons known only to himself.
Fandango: Speaking of Trent..he's going to be married soon. He won't be able to go anywhere without love. Sex, Cody. Sex.
Cody Rhodes: ..Yes, accept for the fact that his own future wife has stated that he doesn't even know what sex is. And that she's a complete and total psychopath.
Rhodes took a glance down at his finger tips which still had traces of blood on them from earlier and quickly licked them clean.
Cody Rhodes: ..Utterly..insane.
Fandango: ..Be that as it may..I've got an idea that will help you with your focus.
Cody Rhodes: No.
Fandango: FAAAAAHN-DAAAHN-GO.
Cody stepped backwards and couldn't possibly look more distraught and agitated.
Cody Rhodes: NO.
Fandango: Don't misunderstand. I'm offering a trade. Your Lithuanian beauty for my golden haired Goddess. I promise you that Summer can help you let out at obvious tension you're carrying around.
Cody Rhodes: I said NO you stupid--..Hm. That actually doesn't sound completely undesirable.
Cody stroked a few fingers along his chin. He was intrigued all of a sudden.
Fandango: Think about it. The offer is on the table. However, she is a little tired after our barely controllable hurricane of SEX. Good luck in your match. I look forward to our partnership.
Fandango danced his way back into his motel room and locked the door behind him. Cody shot his head upwards after realizing he had become lost in thought.
Cody Rhodes: Who said anything about...--
His eyes severely darkened at the shut door in front of him. His fists began to shake. He had enough obvious mental issues without piling on this along with it.
Aksana: It takes you this long. For sex.
Cody Rhodes: I always have to look my best. Always. And this..this..hotel room..I'm appalled. I cannot even to think how many stars this place. What? One in a half at the most?
The dark haired Lithuanian slowly shook her head and took a long drag from a cigarette.
Aksana: It's a motel, not a hotel, so there aren't any stars. I like things that remind me of home and don't remind me of having to pretend to be "diva". Helps me remember who I really am.
Cody Rhodes: These types of hotel's are..just...no. I need something better. Something a STAR would stay in. I look out of place. I can't allow myself the luxury of dressing in whatever I woke up in like yourself.
Aksana: ..Such a shame.
Cody Rhodes: But I like that. So don't change anything. I like the juxtaposition.
Rhodes straightened out his tie while Aksana flicked the remains of her cigarette into an ash tray.
Cody Rhodes: I have to get back on track and I can't even waste a single moment. I don't only have to defeat Trent? I have to crush him. He has to realize just how superior I am to him. The entire world must be meant to know.
The former World Champion's eyes shifted upwards where a ceiling fan was hanging overhead. He became slightly amused when recalling his history with the current "Mr. Money in the Bank".
Cody Rhodes: I remember knocking him out of the King of the Ring two years ago. Very satisfying. I quite enjoyed it. He seemed so heart broken. Poor little fella..
He began to scowl and his mood altered rather quickly.
Cody Rhodes: But he's carrying around that briefcase with a World Title shot. Defeating him isn't going to change that. Unless I break one of his legs and keep from competing until after the Royal Rumble. Awful to think if something like that occurred, isn't it? Just awful, indeed.
Aksana: ..This is really, really weird foreplay.
Cody Rhodes: Oh, thinking of the broken bodies of my opponents doesn't turn you on? Imagining Trent? whimpering in agony doesn't do it for you?
Aksana: Not..particularly.
Cody Rhodes: ..Such a shame.
Cody repeated her words from earlier as he began to crawl his way onto the bed. Aksana began to remove her pants when they began to hear a faint sound coming from the room next to them. They both began to stare in the direction the noise was coming from. It was very faint and sounded somewhat like humming.
"..Da da..dat, dat, dah dah, dah, dah ,daaaaah.."
The pair exchanged confused looks with one another. It was then that the humming got louder. And decidedly more orgasmic until it was just a female screaming. Both Cody and Aksana's eyes were huge at this point. Aksana slumped back on the bed and shook her head a few times.
Aksana: ..Well, that killed my mood.
Cody was beyond irritated at this point and perhaps morbidly curious. He rose from the bed and headed outside where it was a short trip to the door of the room next to them. He pounded his fist on the lime green colored door and leaned in closely.
Cody Rhodes: Open this god damn door. I didn't come to this cesspool just for you to..--
The door suddenly swung open and Cody stepped backwards a few steps with a fist cocked back, ready to send it flying at whoever was about to step out. But the man inside didn't step out. He twirled out while dressed only in a bath robe. He made dramatically motioned towards Cody who looked completely and utterly confused.
Fandango: It's me. Faaaaaahn..daaaaahn..
Cody Rhodes: I know. I KNOW who you are.
Fandango: I'm sorry. Did my heated, passionate love making disrupt you? My apologies.
A blonde poked her head out from the doorway and waved a few fingers.
Fandango: This is Summer Rae and she is simply insatiable. I've found a woman who is loyal. It's magical. Her ability to dance is indescribable.
Fandango had been without his former army of dancing girls ever since Seth Rollins of The Shield spooked them so badly that they departed in complete fear. Summer disappeared back into the room but she had caught Cody's attention who tilted his vision past Fandango to stare. He snapped back to attention as Fandango's hand landed on his shoulder.
Fandango: I forgive you for leaving me alone to deal with John Cena.
Being touched by a unwashed and un-sanitized hand repulsed Cody and he quickly slapped it away in disgust.
Fandango: I hear you have a match with Trent? He's talented. A rising star.
Cody Rhodes: Yes. I do. I'm going to curb stomp that greasy haired little plebeian idiot and make his parents cry.
Fandango: I see. I made my debut doing just that. I left him laying in the ring. I believe in you, Cody. You can do it.
Cody slowly began to scowl he wasn't entirely sure why this conversation was taking place or how it had come to this point.
Cody Rhodes: As I possibly need your encouragement to get a win over someone like Trent? I don't care how far he believes he's come in his career. I'm something he's never going to be able to handle.
Fandango: Cody. Have you ever been with a dancer? Can you possibly realize how flexible they are? How many positions they can be bent into? I strongly recommend it.
Cody Rhodes: What in the hell are you talking about?
Fandango: I saw your eye wandering to my lovely partner in DANCE. I would be willing to share. We're swingers in more ways than one.
Cody Rhodes: No. Shut up. SHUT UP. I'm not here for this. I need to remain completely concentrated on dismantling Trent? Nothing else is more important than that. NOTHING. That is the only thought that consumes me right now. Picking bits of his brain matter off of my boot.
Cody loosened up his tie and was growing more tense.
Cody Rhodes: WHY are you even here?
Fandango: We like to experiment in different landscapes. To keep the passion fresh.
Fandango did another quick, graceful dance move for reasons known only to himself.
Fandango: Speaking of Trent..he's going to be married soon. He won't be able to go anywhere without love. Sex, Cody. Sex.
Cody Rhodes: ..Yes, accept for the fact that his own future wife has stated that he doesn't even know what sex is. And that she's a complete and total psychopath.
Rhodes took a glance down at his finger tips which still had traces of blood on them from earlier and quickly licked them clean.
Cody Rhodes: ..Utterly..insane.
Fandango: ..Be that as it may..I've got an idea that will help you with your focus.
Cody Rhodes: No.
Fandango: FAAAAAHN-DAAAHN-GO.
Cody stepped backwards and couldn't possibly look more distraught and agitated.
Cody Rhodes: NO.
Fandango: Don't misunderstand. I'm offering a trade. Your Lithuanian beauty for my golden haired Goddess. I promise you that Summer can help you let out at obvious tension you're carrying around.
Cody Rhodes: I said NO you stupid--..Hm. That actually doesn't sound completely undesirable.
Cody stroked a few fingers along his chin. He was intrigued all of a sudden.
Fandango: Think about it. The offer is on the table. However, she is a little tired after our barely controllable hurricane of SEX. Good luck in your match. I look forward to our partnership.
Fandango danced his way back into his motel room and locked the door behind him. Cody shot his head upwards after realizing he had become lost in thought.
Cody Rhodes: Who said anything about...--
His eyes severely darkened at the shut door in front of him. His fists began to shake. He had enough obvious mental issues without piling on this along with it.
Friday, October 25, 2013
Fashion Killer
Late night. A deserted fog filled alley where unsavory acts were performed and where one was about to take place. After dinner at an upscale restaurant had concluded, Cody Rhodes met with an associate in the bleak location. It should be a given at this point that someone so consumed with his clothing choices would be dressed only in most expensive and finest dark colored suit. He was leaning closely against the body of someone, a curvy woman, with his palm pressed against the wall her back was resting against. Aksana. The Lithuanian, dark haired Diva's style of dress was less bombshell sexpot and more Girl with the Dragon Tattoo. It would seem as though Cody didn't hold women he kept in his interest to the same meticulous fashion sense that he possessed for himself and most others. After breathing heavily against the crook of her neck, he lifted his face to prop their foreheads together. His hand ran across the grey colored slouch beanie she was wearing, where strands of black hair could be seen hanging out, and began to speak.
Cody Rhodes: When I told you what I wanted to do I didn't think you would agree. But you surprised me.
Aksana: I like how you look. I like what you have.
Perhaps this was the common ground. The mutual understanding. The attraction to one another was stricly superficial and this suited both of them just fine.
Cody Rhodes: John Cena's nothing. He's a nobody. Did you see what we did to him? We left him completely helpless and hanging upside down over the ring. Everyone got to see what kind of power I held over him.
It had been revealed who lowered the cord from the top of the arena that was used to ensnare Cena that night. Rhodes' cohort.
Cody Rhodes: ..It felt..it felt..
Cody seemed to struggle to find the proper words and his hand trembled for a brief moment before he threw on a smile that would indicate that he was satisfied.
Cody Rhodes: I can't really describe it.
Aksana: You took his pride. Now take his title.
Cody Rhodes: That would be the plan, wouldn't it? ..E-Erk..
Cody suddenly gulped deeply.
Aksana: ..Uh..you..look pale.
Cody had begun to stutter uncontrollably and he couldn't get any words out other than a few grunts. When he stared at Aksana he could see blood slowly beginning to trickle out from underneath of her beanie. Her voice was becoming muffled and more difficult to understand. He turned away and closed his eyes tightly, trying to catch his breath. Once he was able to do so, everything seemed normal once again.
Cody Rhodes: I'm...I'm fine. Just became a little..disoriented. I'm anxious. I've got a big task in front of me. You understand.
Askana: Let me help you think about something else.
The two embraced in a lip lock and their hands began to run along each others body. Articles of clothing began to be hurriedly removed. In that mist filled alley they engaged in a sweltering, torrid love making session right on the ground as the camera panned backwards.
After the time lapsed footage passed, Cody stepped from the alley way alone. He straightened his tie and walked along the sidewalk towards his home. The camera followed him along as he entered the expensive apartment complex that he lived in. More sped up, time lapsed footage showed up stepping into an elevator, ascending, then stepping out. He used a key and unlocked his door to enter the minimalist, expensive, high class dwelling that had been revealed on EBWF programming in past. After flicking on a light he collapsed onto his knee's and pushed a hand through his hair. He looked as though he were about to explode with emotion but something was preventing that from happening.
Cody Rhodes: ..Why..can't..I feel anything? ..I didn't feel..a thing. I can't even cry. When I strung Cena up I thought it would give me a jolt but..nothing. NOTHING. I was covered in his blood for Christ's sake. I should have felt..something..anything..but..
Cody fixed his eyes on the vast entertainment system in front of him. Blood began to pour out of it's disc slot and soon enough an entire tidal wave of the red liquid was pouring in the hallways. He wanted to do everything he could to get this horrific vision out of his head. He snapped his attention away and when he refocused it was gone.
Cody Rhodes: ..I..I have to do this. I need the prestige that comes along with it. I have to defeat John Cena. I must win the Intercontinental Title. I'll become a bigger star than him. That's the only way I'll ever get my identity back. ..I'll feel like myself again.
His anxiety seemed to pass, at least momentarily, as he began to smile before quickly wiping it way to be replaced by intense concentration. He pushed himself to his feet and quickly turned into his bed room. The picture faded to black.
After a few seconds the scene returned. Cody was standing on his balcony which held a breath taking view of the New York city scenery at night. Buildings and signs were lit up, too numerous to even try to count. His back was turned to the camera and it was difficult to determine what he was wearing due to the dim lightning but it wasn't his previous attire.
Cody Rhodes: No doubt there are going to be a few questions that need to be addressing. Why in the world did I do what I did to John Cena after I had said how much I respected him? Was I lying? Was I trying to lure him into some kind of trap? No. No, I was not. Because I truly did feel as though John Cena was exactly what a wrestler should be. Strong. Well built. Personable. Well off. Financially stable. Beloved.
His grip on the railing in front of him grew tighter.
Cody Rhodes: I never set out to be booed and despised by our audience but I simply do not have it in me to pander to the fans like Cena does. But I believe that specific trait only adds to his character. An American hero who rights the wrongs and always stands up in the face of adversity. There's just something noble about that, isn't there? Please don't think I'm coming from a place of spite or bitterness. Because I assure you that I'm not. Truth be told..I admired John Cena. I, like many other people, aspired to perhaps become something like him.
Cody's shoulders began to slump lower.
Cody Rhodes: I fully intended on this contest to be fought without any ill will or venom. Just as I had described to Cena himself. It was then that he decided..to spit directly into my face.
Cody's frame began to slightly quiver.
Cody Rhodes: John Cena is bigger than me. He has a steady, attractive girlfriend. Multiple title reigns under his belt, followers all over the world..he is in high demand. There was one category that he could not contend with me, however, and that is appearance. I am, and I say this without ego, am a very attractive human being. John Cena is no slouch himself but he can't come to touching me. This has been said before but John Cena typically dresses like a gigantic five year old. The bright colors, the accessory choices, the entire ensemble just screams..movie super hero. And that completely works for him. So, why, I ask..
Although his face was hidden, Cody's teeth could practically be heard grinding.
Cody Rhodes: ..did he feel the need to upstage me. I invite him out to join me in a dinner to toast our encounter and he uses every available outlet at his disposal to make me look like a fool. Like a common man. Oh, there is no doubt in my mind that Cena had to have hired a stylist to help him pick out the suit he wore that night. ..The watch. The cufflinks. I remember every exhausting detail. But the fact remains that he was dressed as if it were his last day on Earth. The way the waitress swooned over him, those DISGUSTING fans that begged for an autograph. Cena knew exactly what he was doing. He flaunted it all in front of my face and tried to show the entire world just how superior he truly thinks he is when compared to me.
Cody finally turned to face the camera. He was dressed in the same completely white suit he wore when he hung Cena from the rafters and bathed in his blood from a fresh wound on his forehead. The suit had not been touched since that day and was still covered and stained in dried blood.
Cody Rhodes: So who, may I ask, truly looked superior? Was it the man who was HUMILIATED and hung upside down like a defenseless, stuck pig? Or was it me? The man who carved Cena's head to shreds and made him pay for thinking he could treat me like garbage. He may have had the audacity to skip down to the ring and shrug off my attack but deep down I know that it truly shook him. I wasn't expecting him to lay down and die, no, I know his mantra will enough. I know that there isn't a force that can keep John Cena down. Until. NOW.
Cody's eyes gave a glance over to the grim suit he was wearing.
Cody Rhodes: That 200 day plus reign as IC Champion? IT ENDS. That belt is mine. Every single person will have NO CHOICE but to accept the fact that I am a bigger star and even a better man than John Cena could ever dream of being. Look at me. I am covered in that STUPID BASTARDS blood! Don't be so naive to think that I'm not capable of doing it again when he knows it's coming. He blindsided me so I was merely repaying the favor!
An almost exhausted sigh came from the number one contender as he leaned back against the railing and smiled to himself.
Cody Rhodes: I don't actually have to tell anyone that John Cena isn't worth their praise and admiration. He's going to prove it Sunday night. After that I'll be the one with the acclaim and all of the accolades. I'LL be the one everyone worships. ..I only hope that John is dressed for the occasion.
The unnerving sight of Cody Rhodes wearing a suit that's drenched in John Cena's week's old blood faded out.
Cody Rhodes: When I told you what I wanted to do I didn't think you would agree. But you surprised me.
Aksana: I like how you look. I like what you have.
Perhaps this was the common ground. The mutual understanding. The attraction to one another was stricly superficial and this suited both of them just fine.
Cody Rhodes: John Cena's nothing. He's a nobody. Did you see what we did to him? We left him completely helpless and hanging upside down over the ring. Everyone got to see what kind of power I held over him.
It had been revealed who lowered the cord from the top of the arena that was used to ensnare Cena that night. Rhodes' cohort.
Cody Rhodes: ..It felt..it felt..
Cody seemed to struggle to find the proper words and his hand trembled for a brief moment before he threw on a smile that would indicate that he was satisfied.
Cody Rhodes: I can't really describe it.
Aksana: You took his pride. Now take his title.
Cody Rhodes: That would be the plan, wouldn't it? ..E-Erk..
Cody suddenly gulped deeply.
Aksana: ..Uh..you..look pale.
Cody had begun to stutter uncontrollably and he couldn't get any words out other than a few grunts. When he stared at Aksana he could see blood slowly beginning to trickle out from underneath of her beanie. Her voice was becoming muffled and more difficult to understand. He turned away and closed his eyes tightly, trying to catch his breath. Once he was able to do so, everything seemed normal once again.
Cody Rhodes: I'm...I'm fine. Just became a little..disoriented. I'm anxious. I've got a big task in front of me. You understand.
Askana: Let me help you think about something else.
The two embraced in a lip lock and their hands began to run along each others body. Articles of clothing began to be hurriedly removed. In that mist filled alley they engaged in a sweltering, torrid love making session right on the ground as the camera panned backwards.
After the time lapsed footage passed, Cody stepped from the alley way alone. He straightened his tie and walked along the sidewalk towards his home. The camera followed him along as he entered the expensive apartment complex that he lived in. More sped up, time lapsed footage showed up stepping into an elevator, ascending, then stepping out. He used a key and unlocked his door to enter the minimalist, expensive, high class dwelling that had been revealed on EBWF programming in past. After flicking on a light he collapsed onto his knee's and pushed a hand through his hair. He looked as though he were about to explode with emotion but something was preventing that from happening.
Cody Rhodes: ..Why..can't..I feel anything? ..I didn't feel..a thing. I can't even cry. When I strung Cena up I thought it would give me a jolt but..nothing. NOTHING. I was covered in his blood for Christ's sake. I should have felt..something..anything..but..
Cody fixed his eyes on the vast entertainment system in front of him. Blood began to pour out of it's disc slot and soon enough an entire tidal wave of the red liquid was pouring in the hallways. He wanted to do everything he could to get this horrific vision out of his head. He snapped his attention away and when he refocused it was gone.
Cody Rhodes: ..I..I have to do this. I need the prestige that comes along with it. I have to defeat John Cena. I must win the Intercontinental Title. I'll become a bigger star than him. That's the only way I'll ever get my identity back. ..I'll feel like myself again.
His anxiety seemed to pass, at least momentarily, as he began to smile before quickly wiping it way to be replaced by intense concentration. He pushed himself to his feet and quickly turned into his bed room. The picture faded to black.
After a few seconds the scene returned. Cody was standing on his balcony which held a breath taking view of the New York city scenery at night. Buildings and signs were lit up, too numerous to even try to count. His back was turned to the camera and it was difficult to determine what he was wearing due to the dim lightning but it wasn't his previous attire.
Cody Rhodes: No doubt there are going to be a few questions that need to be addressing. Why in the world did I do what I did to John Cena after I had said how much I respected him? Was I lying? Was I trying to lure him into some kind of trap? No. No, I was not. Because I truly did feel as though John Cena was exactly what a wrestler should be. Strong. Well built. Personable. Well off. Financially stable. Beloved.
His grip on the railing in front of him grew tighter.
Cody Rhodes: I never set out to be booed and despised by our audience but I simply do not have it in me to pander to the fans like Cena does. But I believe that specific trait only adds to his character. An American hero who rights the wrongs and always stands up in the face of adversity. There's just something noble about that, isn't there? Please don't think I'm coming from a place of spite or bitterness. Because I assure you that I'm not. Truth be told..I admired John Cena. I, like many other people, aspired to perhaps become something like him.
Cody's shoulders began to slump lower.
Cody Rhodes: I fully intended on this contest to be fought without any ill will or venom. Just as I had described to Cena himself. It was then that he decided..to spit directly into my face.
Cody's frame began to slightly quiver.
Cody Rhodes: John Cena is bigger than me. He has a steady, attractive girlfriend. Multiple title reigns under his belt, followers all over the world..he is in high demand. There was one category that he could not contend with me, however, and that is appearance. I am, and I say this without ego, am a very attractive human being. John Cena is no slouch himself but he can't come to touching me. This has been said before but John Cena typically dresses like a gigantic five year old. The bright colors, the accessory choices, the entire ensemble just screams..movie super hero. And that completely works for him. So, why, I ask..
Although his face was hidden, Cody's teeth could practically be heard grinding.
Cody Rhodes: ..did he feel the need to upstage me. I invite him out to join me in a dinner to toast our encounter and he uses every available outlet at his disposal to make me look like a fool. Like a common man. Oh, there is no doubt in my mind that Cena had to have hired a stylist to help him pick out the suit he wore that night. ..The watch. The cufflinks. I remember every exhausting detail. But the fact remains that he was dressed as if it were his last day on Earth. The way the waitress swooned over him, those DISGUSTING fans that begged for an autograph. Cena knew exactly what he was doing. He flaunted it all in front of my face and tried to show the entire world just how superior he truly thinks he is when compared to me.
Cody finally turned to face the camera. He was dressed in the same completely white suit he wore when he hung Cena from the rafters and bathed in his blood from a fresh wound on his forehead. The suit had not been touched since that day and was still covered and stained in dried blood.
Cody Rhodes: So who, may I ask, truly looked superior? Was it the man who was HUMILIATED and hung upside down like a defenseless, stuck pig? Or was it me? The man who carved Cena's head to shreds and made him pay for thinking he could treat me like garbage. He may have had the audacity to skip down to the ring and shrug off my attack but deep down I know that it truly shook him. I wasn't expecting him to lay down and die, no, I know his mantra will enough. I know that there isn't a force that can keep John Cena down. Until. NOW.
Cody's eyes gave a glance over to the grim suit he was wearing.
Cody Rhodes: That 200 day plus reign as IC Champion? IT ENDS. That belt is mine. Every single person will have NO CHOICE but to accept the fact that I am a bigger star and even a better man than John Cena could ever dream of being. Look at me. I am covered in that STUPID BASTARDS blood! Don't be so naive to think that I'm not capable of doing it again when he knows it's coming. He blindsided me so I was merely repaying the favor!
An almost exhausted sigh came from the number one contender as he leaned back against the railing and smiled to himself.
Cody Rhodes: I don't actually have to tell anyone that John Cena isn't worth their praise and admiration. He's going to prove it Sunday night. After that I'll be the one with the acclaim and all of the accolades. I'LL be the one everyone worships. ..I only hope that John is dressed for the occasion.
The unnerving sight of Cody Rhodes wearing a suit that's drenched in John Cena's week's old blood faded out.
Sunday, September 29, 2013
Slab of Meat
One might believe that I would respect someone like Ryback. Visually, he looks like someone that would have been a huge attraction during my father's era. He almost doesn't look like a real human being. A cartoon of sorts that someone like Vince McMahon still to this day gets a hard on for. Someone you could have envisioned Hulk Hogan being pitted against in the 1980's.
No. I do not respect Ryback. I don't have the same distaste for him as say..Bobby Lashley. Or any of the numerous steroid enhanced, immovable beasts from days gone past. But he still resembles those sort of relics from the era when only men of his size were given true opportunities.
Not to mention that he is, undeniably repulsive to look at. It's all just muscle on top of muscle. One of his eyes are bigger than the other, his ears are too big for the shape of his head and his choice in singlets are dated. Airbrushing? In 2013? I really don't know what to say about that. I don't believe Ryback brings anything to the table that hasn't been seen before.
My name is Cody Rhodes. I'm an EBWF Superstar and the number one contender for the prestigious Intercontinental Title. I'm not ugly and I don't wear anything airbrushed. On the contrary. I am ridiculously handsome and the white suit and black tie I'm wearing are worth more than what most people make in a month. My hair, as always, is perfect. My skin is flawless. I'm about to be interviewed so it has to be. I'm staring at my reflection in the mirror of a bath room of the arena. I've washed my hands about five times now. I don't feel clean. I only see perfection when I gaze into this mirror but I don't feel perfect. I feel completely, utterly empty.
I have this quick flash of Ryback. His eyeball pops right out of his head and red, discolored muscle fiber comes spilling out. Tangled up, like spaghetti and oozing down his face. I snicker. Not a small laugh. But an almost giddy, overly excited "hehehe" type of sound.
I come compose myself. That was a worrying vision. Push it aside, I straighten my tie and exit the bath room. I head into a hallway where Todd Grisham is standing. He tries to exchange some sort of pleasantries but I'm not interested in conversing with him. He's merely a vessel for my words. A mannequin could do his job and probably dress better while doing it. I'm not sure where he buys his suits but it makes me sick just looking out at how..ordinary it is. "Ladies and gentleman" He begins, the usual spiel for these announcers. "..I'm standing here with a man who will compete on the 500th episode of Warfare."
The 500th episode. I've already made sure that all of my ring gear is completely new so I'll look better than everyone else. Not that it's particularly difficult. By the time he has my attention again I've realized that he's mentioned Ryback and how impressive he looked in his debut against Antonio Cesaro the previous week.
"Ryback was very impressive. Extremely impressive." I agree with a nod. "..To someone without a basic grasp on what we do. I watched Ryback's match. All I saw was two slabs of meat running into each other. It just so happened that one slab of meat happened to run into the other a little harder. I did not find myself compelled by his performance."
Of course, Todd has to inform me, as if I didn't know, that Ryback is a very powerful man. As if anyone with a pair of eyes couldn't tell that. He goes on state that Antonio Cesaro's beating was so severe that he's no longer a member of the active roster. Or the company at all.
"I'm aware of how strong Ryback is, Todd. We all are. But it takes more than physical strength to worry me and I am certainly no Antonio Cesaro. Obviously, Cesaro was a coward if one beating was enough to send him packing. My conditioning, my finesse, my speed, and my intelligence will be more than enough of a match for Ryback. He's not facing someone as mindless as his last opponent. He's facing the next Intercontinental Champion."
The talking head asks me if I'm looking past Ryback and if my focus is more keenly locked upon my future match with John Cena.
"No. Not at all." The words coming from my stern, unfriendly features. "If I somehow lost to Ryback I wouldn't look as though I deserved my title match, now would I? I won't be remembered as someone who lost on the 500th episode of Warfare. Instead, the only thing any is going to rave about is how Cody Rhodes thoroughly outclassed a man twice his size. And how he made it look easy." Cool headed as ever, I don't give Todd a second longer to present any more inane queries to me. I've left him and this interview behind. I put up my guise and said what was expected of me. I truly don't believe a match with Ryback is going to evoke any great feeling from me. I'll systematically tear him apart and weather whatever offense he's able to inflict upon me. It's not the first time I've been in the ring with someone who is stronger than me and it certainly won't be the last. Somewhere I hope he can stir something inside of me, ANYTHING, that makes me feel alive. But I have my severe doubts.
No. I do not respect Ryback. I don't have the same distaste for him as say..Bobby Lashley. Or any of the numerous steroid enhanced, immovable beasts from days gone past. But he still resembles those sort of relics from the era when only men of his size were given true opportunities.
Not to mention that he is, undeniably repulsive to look at. It's all just muscle on top of muscle. One of his eyes are bigger than the other, his ears are too big for the shape of his head and his choice in singlets are dated. Airbrushing? In 2013? I really don't know what to say about that. I don't believe Ryback brings anything to the table that hasn't been seen before.
My name is Cody Rhodes. I'm an EBWF Superstar and the number one contender for the prestigious Intercontinental Title. I'm not ugly and I don't wear anything airbrushed. On the contrary. I am ridiculously handsome and the white suit and black tie I'm wearing are worth more than what most people make in a month. My hair, as always, is perfect. My skin is flawless. I'm about to be interviewed so it has to be. I'm staring at my reflection in the mirror of a bath room of the arena. I've washed my hands about five times now. I don't feel clean. I only see perfection when I gaze into this mirror but I don't feel perfect. I feel completely, utterly empty.
I have this quick flash of Ryback. His eyeball pops right out of his head and red, discolored muscle fiber comes spilling out. Tangled up, like spaghetti and oozing down his face. I snicker. Not a small laugh. But an almost giddy, overly excited "hehehe" type of sound.
I come compose myself. That was a worrying vision. Push it aside, I straighten my tie and exit the bath room. I head into a hallway where Todd Grisham is standing. He tries to exchange some sort of pleasantries but I'm not interested in conversing with him. He's merely a vessel for my words. A mannequin could do his job and probably dress better while doing it. I'm not sure where he buys his suits but it makes me sick just looking out at how..ordinary it is. "Ladies and gentleman" He begins, the usual spiel for these announcers. "..I'm standing here with a man who will compete on the 500th episode of Warfare."
The 500th episode. I've already made sure that all of my ring gear is completely new so I'll look better than everyone else. Not that it's particularly difficult. By the time he has my attention again I've realized that he's mentioned Ryback and how impressive he looked in his debut against Antonio Cesaro the previous week.
"Ryback was very impressive. Extremely impressive." I agree with a nod. "..To someone without a basic grasp on what we do. I watched Ryback's match. All I saw was two slabs of meat running into each other. It just so happened that one slab of meat happened to run into the other a little harder. I did not find myself compelled by his performance."
Of course, Todd has to inform me, as if I didn't know, that Ryback is a very powerful man. As if anyone with a pair of eyes couldn't tell that. He goes on state that Antonio Cesaro's beating was so severe that he's no longer a member of the active roster. Or the company at all.
"I'm aware of how strong Ryback is, Todd. We all are. But it takes more than physical strength to worry me and I am certainly no Antonio Cesaro. Obviously, Cesaro was a coward if one beating was enough to send him packing. My conditioning, my finesse, my speed, and my intelligence will be more than enough of a match for Ryback. He's not facing someone as mindless as his last opponent. He's facing the next Intercontinental Champion."
The talking head asks me if I'm looking past Ryback and if my focus is more keenly locked upon my future match with John Cena.
"No. Not at all." The words coming from my stern, unfriendly features. "If I somehow lost to Ryback I wouldn't look as though I deserved my title match, now would I? I won't be remembered as someone who lost on the 500th episode of Warfare. Instead, the only thing any is going to rave about is how Cody Rhodes thoroughly outclassed a man twice his size. And how he made it look easy." Cool headed as ever, I don't give Todd a second longer to present any more inane queries to me. I've left him and this interview behind. I put up my guise and said what was expected of me. I truly don't believe a match with Ryback is going to evoke any great feeling from me. I'll systematically tear him apart and weather whatever offense he's able to inflict upon me. It's not the first time I've been in the ring with someone who is stronger than me and it certainly won't be the last. Somewhere I hope he can stir something inside of me, ANYTHING, that makes me feel alive. But I have my severe doubts.
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