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Post by Osh Vaughan on Apr 9, 2024 20:06:53 GMT
Match 7: Gemini vs. Michael Hunter
The enigmatic Gemini makes his IIW Debut to face off against the resilient Michael Hunter in a battle of wills. Will Gemini start his reign of terror, or will Michael Hunter prove to be his undoing?
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Post by Gemini on Apr 10, 2024 1:34:30 GMT
The scene opens to a pitch black room, where only the pitter-pattering of footsteps can be heard. Faint outlines of a table and chairs can be seen, as well as small metal bars in front of bay windows, preventing anyone outside of the room from peering inside.
Not that anyone would want to look inside.
A small flame can be seen, as a gloved hand hovers atop a candle, lighting it before moving away. The light from the candle reveals that this is an abandoned jail cell, with a mahogany table placed in the center of the room. The entity known as "Gemini" sits behind the table, a malevolent look within his eyes.
Gemini: Pain is something that all feel, yet very few know how to handle. It is the one constant in a life filled with decay and chaos... the only thing that you can truly depend on when the smoke clears and you are forced to confront yourself.
Unmoving, Gemini stares forward, watching the flame as it dances in front of him, the sizzling and crackling sounds resonating throughout the room.
Gemini: When you have no choice but to accept that your fate was decided long before you stepped into the ring... and that you have no control over what is to come. No ability to change what is able to play out, for your hands are tied.
Your body is bound.
Your mind is distorted.
And there is nobody who is strong enough to save you. There is no escape from the prison that you will soon find yourself in, and that hurts, doesn't it? That stings you and cuts deep into your mind, to the point where you find yourself questioning your sanity. Questioning whether or not this is real or just a nightmare that you will eventually wake up from.
There's no emotion in his voice, as a chill much like the ones that have followed him in the past begins to rise within the room. The sort that causes most men to shiver.
Gemini: Yet deep down, you know that this is a nightmare you won't be waking up from. It is the one that will put you into your eternal resting place... leaving you to rot within the destruction that it caused.
To some, you might be the Blueprint. The basis from which all is built upon, but to me... you are just the next victim. The next to wander aimlessly into the chamber of your own demise, not understanding what lies behind the door that you elected to open.
He continues watching the flame, the reflection of his face visible atop the polished wood.
Gemini: Just like everyone else was when they had no other choice but to look me in the eyes. There will be no sorrow when you are slain, for you are not worth that. There will be no tears, for nobody cried for you. Instead, all there will be is a deathly silence. A feeling of finality when you lay at my feet... unable to do anything but live within the misery. The pain. The fear that resides within you.
The despair that you call home.
This isn't fantasy. This isn't where you get to write a story that turns out well for you. This isn't where you get to distort the masses into believing that you are anything more than a lost little sheep, hoping that the shepherd will show mercy on you when it comes time to lead you to the slaughterhouse.
His eyes narrow, as the heat from the flames causes a soft coat of water to appear over his irises.
Gemini: None will be found, for I am your shepherd. I am the one who will bring about your own personal hell and will leave you laying in the middle of the ring. Unrecognizable and as an example of what is to come. What will become of those who tempt fate and try to stand against the encroaching darkness.
Those who deny the cloud that hovers over their head.
Michael, I am not sorry for what is about to happen to you. I hold no remorse or empathy toward you... for you are nothing to me. You mean nothing more than any other pound of flesh would. You are simply the pound of flesh that has been chosen first. That might be an honor to some, but for you... it shouldn't be,
It means that they see you as nothing more than a name.
Something I'm sure hurts your ego. Something that causes you to wonder if you were truly made out for this. If you are truly able to call yourself a fighter. A man. A hero, if they see you as not holding any worth.
His look becomes even more sinister. Almost as if he has nothing more torture floating inside of his mind.
Gemini: Or is that worthlessness something you are familiar with? Is that why you hold your ego close to you? So that nobody finds out that you don't value yourself? That you are no different to the man who claimed he was a reaper of souls, only to quiver in fear and doubt when the time came for him to atone for his sins and face me eye to eye?
I shouldn't be surprised. You do declare yourself to be the Blueprint and not the complete product, after all.
As if you know you are simply the base. The foundation from which all is built. Improved upon before it is opened to the public to see. A title you seem proud to hold, not realizing that it is the anchor that has dragged you into the depths that you now find yourself.
A small smile appears across the man's face.
Gemini: You are destined to be the blueprint for the terror that awaits all who enter the ring against me.
This is the perfect story.
One that you wrote yourself.
I'm just the one who delivers the fate that has been bestowed upon you.
Blowing the candle out, Gemini stands up, making his way around the table under the cover of darkness. His boots hitting the concrete floor with a thud as he makes his way to the bars making the exit to the cell.
Gemini: Your soul shall be cleansed and you can begin anew... in the image of what you were always intended to be.
Leaving the cell, he turns left, heading down the hallways of what is now revealed to be the "San Marie" prison complex in the heart of Henderson, Nevada. A complex reserved for only the most violent of criminals.
Including one that Gemini knows all too well. The man who is said to have "created" him.
"The Mad Scientist" Lucien Grigg.
He was locked in here after being found guilty of the murder of one of his first subjects. A woman who he had found on the streets and seemingly saved from a life of crime, only to leave her for dead when she no longer served any use to him. Or at least, that is the story as told by the prosecution during his trial in 2005.
The reality is different.
Yet that is not why Gemini is here. It's not a story that can be told presently, for much like the entity, all the files regarding the case have been redacted for privacy and safety reasons. Or rather, they were razed to the ground during a mysterious fire at the Nevada state courthouse back in 2013. One that a culprit has never been identified for.
Walking throughout the halls, Gemini casts an eerie glance at the prisoners in their cells, all of them feeling an icy sensation within their bodies causing them to back away in terror of the entity. No matter how vicious they may be, they have heard the stories about what this man is capable of. Some of them have even witnessed it during his past visits. That is, except for a warden who was hired just three months ago.
Wandering up to Gemini, the warden scowls at him, attempting to get him to back away.
Warden: It's not visiting hours.
Gemini's eyes glow as he gives the warden a piercing gaze.
Warden: Did you hear me? I said it's not visiting hours, so I'm going to have to tell you to leave.
No response, causing the warden to pull out his nightstick, preparing to strike.
Warden: We can do this the easy way or the hard way...
Gemini: I'm not here to visit.
Warden: Why are you here then?
Gemini smiles at the warden, wrapping his hand against the end of the nightstick and staring into his eyes.
Gemini: I'm here to see an old... friend of mine. That is all you need to know.
Warden: Again, it's not visiting hours, so I cannot allow that...
Gemini flashes an ID extracted from his pocket. One that he had procured from a security guard outside the prison, using... Let's just say, his own methods.
Warden: O...Okay. Make it quick though, because solitary is locking down in an hour.
Gemini shoots the warden a friendly smile.
Gemini: I won't need long. Don't worry.
Making his way toward solitary confinement, Gemini's expression turns blank. It's been a while since he visited this prison. Almost as long as he was in hiding following the IPW's closure, but he still knows the prison inside and out. Nothing has changed about the facility, aside from small renovations to ensure that the place doesn't collapse like other prisons in the area had.
Reaching the cell he was looking for, he peers between the bars, seeing a weathered, broken man laying on the top bunk. Staring at the ceiling with a book resting on his lap.
Gemini: Lucien... It's time we talk again.
The man, confirmed as Lucien Grigg, looks over at Gemini. A cold sensation within his body.
Lucien: H...How did you? I thought they had locked you there forever.
Gemini: That doesn't matter. What does, is the fact that you believed that they would succeed. That you would be able to bury me like you did your previous failures.
His words coming out as a chilling hiss, they cause the former scientist to sit up and stare into the eyes of the entity, just as the door creaks open, allowing Gemini to enter.
Gemini: It's time I right the wrong committed 25 years ago, when I left you alive. Maybe if I had truly killed you, she would still be alive today.
Lucien: What are you talking about? You and I both know you were never going to do it...
Lucien's face turns pale as he stares at the malevolent being in front of him. Knowing that this isn't a game anymore. The look within Gemini's eyes tells him that he has grown beyond what he was back then.
That he is willing to do it now.
Gemini: You know that isn't true. After all, you created me... You are the one who made me and now, I am the one to end you...
Pulling a blade out of his pocket, Gemini approaches the bunk as the scene fades to black.
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