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Post by Osh Vaughan on Apr 24, 2024 10:03:56 GMT
Match 2: Brazzers Title Match
Jack M. Hoff vs Gemini
In a controversial turn of events, Jack M. Hoff has renamed the TV Title to the self-proclaimed Brazzers Title. However, his actions have not gone unnoticed by IIW management, who have decided to make him defend the title against the enigmatic newcomer Gemini. Will Jack M. Hoff be able to retain his title, or will Gemini emerge victorious in his IIW PPV debut?
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Post by Gemini on Apr 24, 2024 19:38:38 GMT
The scene opens with the image of a burning picture atop an oaken table, the flames coming inward with each passing second. The picture itself is one of Lucien Grigg, standing in what appears to be a laboratory, next to a figure masked by the shadows aside from faint black and red markings that are visible across its face. Sizzling and hissing sounds are heard as the flames continue to progress inward, leaving flecks of ash on the table.
Panning upward, the black and white face paint of the entity known as Gemini is visible, as well as the distorted smile across his face. His eyes fixated on the flames as they completely consume the picture.
Gemini: It's done... There is no need to fear anymore. No need to be scared, my darling.
The flames dying out, he looks into the distance, appearing to be deep in thought about something... or someone. Extracting a blood-stained metallic blade from his pocket, he glances at it, His smile turning from distorted into one where his lips are slightly curled upward, content with his handiwork.
Gemini: It had been a long time coming for him, but now... he got what he deserved. He won't bother anyone else... I promise. For now, he knows that consequences await him any time he decides to step out of line.
He puts the blade back into his pocket, as the soft whirring of a fan can be heard overhead. An indication that he is currently inside some sort of dingy room. Its location, however, is unknown.
Gemini: If he believes that he understands what he created the moment he brought me into this world... believing that I would simply carry out his will. His demands.
No.
Everything I have done, has been to send a message. To ensure that everyone realizes that you cannot escape the hand of fate. That there is nothing that can prevent the sands of time from ensnaring you and leaving you to rot as you fade into nothingness. Just like Michael Hunter did.
Gemini's eyes begin to glow as he turns his stare to the ash in front of him.
Gemini: He was the blueprint. The example for the destruction and decay that is to come, now that I am no longer in the shadows. No longer biding my time and waiting for the next victim to come searching for me... but rather, I am leaving them with no choice but to stare into the abyss. To watch helplessly as their life flashes before their eyes, wondering what it is they did to get to this point,
Where they went wrong, or where they were led astray,
The truth is, you never had a choice in this. What is about to become of each and every one of you has been destined from the moment the IIW became my home. You just haven't seen it yet.
His eyes narrow, as he places his gloved hands atop the table.
Gemini: It's inevitable. It doesn't matter who believes they can resist the tide. Who assumes that this is all a game, for soon enough, you will see that this is as far from a game as you can get. This isn't smoke and mirrors. This isn't a fantasy that you can simply sleep your way out of or tell yourself that you can survive.
This is reality.
This is YOUR reality.
The only way to survive with at least a semblance of your life, is to embrace it. Accept that misery. The agony that consumes you is the only protection you have. That it is you that created the circumstances you find yourself in.
I didn't do this. I'm not the one who left you with no other options. I'm not the one you should be looking at if you wish to blame somebody. I am simply the executor. The one to leave you in the grave as you wished.
His eyes turn malevolent, in stark contrast to the stoic expression across his face as he slides his hand an inch forward.
Gemini: Especially for the next man who shall be dancing with the devil. The "Brazzers" champion as he calls himself... a man who goes by the name Jack.
No. I am not lowering myself to call him by his full name. He doesn't deserve it.
A man who lives his life surrounded by excesses and toys to try and compensate for his own failings. His own insecurities that eat away at him like the grains of sand inside of an hourglass. It is why he presents himself as some sort of "adult film star" when in reality, he is a lost little lamb, waiting for his shepherd to come and show him the way.
He stares forward, toward the mold infested white wall of the room, the fan continuing to whirl overhead, causing the chill within the air to rise further.
Gemini: That is why I am here. I am that shepherd you have been seeking. The one who will guide you to your final resting place, where you can finally make peace with yourself. Understanding all your games. All your little acts were simply because you wanted to belong. You wanted to feel as if you had a purpose for existing beyond simply being another nameless, faceless construct of flesh and bones. You wanted a sense of control over the life you lead, which is why you allow yourself to indulge in greed. Allow your pride to lead you wherever it so desires.
That, however, is the very same thing that is about to lead you to your end.
For it is your own pride. Your own greed. Your own sense of believing you are real and that you hold the keys that has plagued your mind. It is your own sense of value that has blinded you to what has been staring into your soul this entire time. The demons that have lurked under your skin, waiting for you to confront them and pulling you down a path that you never truly understood. You may stand as a champion right now, but once the tides come and you are left with no alternative but to let them cascade over you, everything you thought you had... is going to be taken away from you.
All that will be left is misery and hate.
A soft shimmer appears from Gemini's eyes, as his lips curl into a malicious smile.
Gemini: I see the look in your eyes, Jack. You hate what you are. You don't wish for things to be this way, yet at the same time... the alluring scent of control. Of power has consumed you. You feed off it, in hopes that maybe people will respect you. Maybe they will save you, because otherwise, you have no means of saving yourself. No reason to exist. No slither of hope that you can cling onto once that title you hold is taken away from you.
You need that belt.
I don't.
To me, it is a vassal. A means to an end. It is simply the outcome and not the desire.
No.
My desire is to bring you into reality. To open your eyes and make you understand that you are just another name on the list. Another body to fall victim to the scythe of the reaper before you fall into eternal slumber. Your body primed for the vultures to scoop up and pick apart. I don't need to play games. I don't need to channel some supreme force or some sycophants who follow me because I served them snake oil like you have.
I only need my own hands.
He chuckles, pulling the blade out once more and leaving it on the table. Next to the pile of ash and soot.
Gemini: This blade was the message I sent to the man who brought me into this world... A man who in his own way, was just like you. Blinded by his own identity and unaware of the price that was upon his soul. The cost of the passage that he had taken... one that led him into my hands.
Just like you.
Enjoy these final moments. Cherish them, because soon... they will be no more. There will be nothing but darkness as you are born anew.
He rises, making his way around the table as it becomes clear where he is from the steel piping behind him and the steam in the air. He is in a boiler room.
Which boiler room is still unknown.
Some may assume that it is an asylum or a prison, but there are no features that give credence to that. It could very well be the basement of a house. Or a school.
Gemini: Given a new purpose, whilst leaving your past. Your moral decay in the ground like the maggots that will soon infest you. It is what you have been crying out for, deep inside of your mind.
He walks off, the heat in the room starting to rise as the fan automatically turns itself off, before the scene fades to black.
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Post by jacknmehoff on May 2, 2024 0:26:21 GMT
We are taken backstage at Mayhem to Jack Mehoff's locker room. He is in the process of putting on his armor for his upcoming match. On a monitor in front of him is a number one contenders match between Liechenberg and TJ Alexander. Jack has his cell phone out, on a table near by. He is engaging in a conversation with his... I don't think even they really know what they are. Co-workers? Confidant? Collaborator? Whatever she is, Eva Ridge.
Jack: Yeah, of course I'm watching this match. Whoever wins, I'm facing for the title at the pay-per-view.
Eva: You know both of them hold a grudge against you.
Jack: Exactly. Between Liechenberg and Annalise being pissed off about her tires getting slashed, and that whole weird thing between TJ and Tyde, I really need someone out there to watch my back. That's why I'm calling you.
There's a long pause on the phone.
Eva: I'll see if I can help.
On the monitor, Tyde runs in and counts a 3 for TJ.
Jack: What the Hell is this crap? They're letting a wrestler count a 3 count now?
Eva: This could cause some problems for you. That decision could be reversed so you're facing Liechenberg. Or worse, they could turn it into a 3 way.
Jack: In that case, I'm definitely going to need some help. I've got to run. I'll see you tomorrow.
Jack grabs his helmet and runs off.
Tuesday 10 a.m.
Inside studio B, a wrestling ring is set up in the empty room, along with two chairs, occupied by Jack and Eva. Eva is dressed up nicely, wearing a nice looking red shirt and skirt, along with her glasses.
While Jack is wearing sweat pants and a No MA'AM t-shirt
Jack: You know this isn't what I had in mind when I told you I need someone to watch my back.
Eva: I've already told you multiple times, I'm not getting involved. If you need a heavy, we'll get you a heavy.
Eva pics up a walkie talkie.
Eva: Send in the first applicant.
A totally jacked, blonde haired guy wearing a pair lederhosen for some reason walks in. Without saying a word, he walks over to the ring and stands there.
Eva: All right. First up we have Sven. So, Sven, what do you do for a living?
Sven: I lift things up and put them down.
Eva and Jack look a little confused as Eva makes a note on her clipboard.
Eva: I see. Do you have any experience working as a bodyguard or in combat sports?
Sven: I lift things up and put them down.
Eva: Okay then...
Jack: I can detect a strong accent in your voice. Do you speak English?
Eva: That's a little rude.
Sven: I lift things up and put them down.
Eva: Next.
Sven hangs his head down as he walks out.
Sven: I lift myself up and let myself down.
Next, standing in the ring is the homeless guy that's always outside Jack's studio. The guy can't even get in the ring before Jack and Eva yell in unison.
Both: NEXT!!!
Home Lessman: C'mon. I'll work cheap.
Both: NEXT!!!!!
Next, standing in the ring is a intimidating looking black man, wearing orange camo.
Eva: So, your name is Jerome? Do you have any experience in combat sports or as a body guard?
Jerome: I had a career as a bounty hunter. I got 3 justified kills.
Eva and Jack look at eachother as if they may have something.
Jack: That's.... interesting. Do you have any legal issues we should know about?
Jerome: Yeah, I gots a ton of legal troubles. I got a bunch of bitches coming after me for child support, cuz they went and got knocked up. I gots a warrant out for my arrest in Florida. DUI charges galore. Assault charges for throwing a dumb ass off a scaffold, stabbing a asshole, and cutting some fat fuck of a bus driver because he got me to my stop late.
Jack: Ah, well that could be a problem. This job would require you to travel to other states. Do you have anything keeping you from interstate travel?
Jerome: Man, fuck that shit. I'm out on probation and they tell me not to leave the state. I say fuck that shit.
Jack: Well, unfortunately, we may not be able to hire you.
Jerome: Man, fuck that shit. I'm gonna go beat the shit out of that homeless guy outside and see if he got any crack.
Eva: Next.
A fit looking man who has to be close to 7 feet tall walks in. He is wearing long black pants and a black tank top. He smiles, slyly to them as he gets in the ring. Jack is looking at some paperwork and doesn't look up.
Eva: So, what's your name and what experience do you have?
The big man starts talking with an overly, exaggerated lisp in his voice.
Vinnie: HI, my name is Vinnie. I've spent several years working as a bouncer at The Blue Oyster, trying to keep naughty, unruly boys in line. I also worked in a "alternative" wrestling promotion that caters to an "alternative" audience. I didn't always end up on top, but anyone I faced there, after it was done, we both agreed we had a good time.
Jack: I see.
Vinnie: And I can tell you Jack, I'm a huge fan of your scenes. I just wish you'd expand into the gay porn genre. And I want you to know Jack, that if you hire me as a body guard, I will definitely guard your body.
Jack writes something on his clip board and shows it to Eva, on the clipboard he wrote, "Getting serial killer vibes." Eva writes back, "Isn't that what you wanted?"
Jack gets a distressed look on his face and frantically writes, "Not when I think he's going to kill ME AND WEAR MY SKIN." Vinnie stands in the ring, looking confused.
Eva: All right, we'll be in contact.
Vinnie gets out of the ring and walks away looking dejected. As soon as he's out the door, Jack stands up and gets in Eva's face.
Jack: This is bullshit. We both know who the right person for the job is, and she's sitting in this room.
Eva gets up and gets in Jack's face.
Eva: I fucking told you I'm not doing it.
Jack: Why not? You had no problem watching Snake's back. You had no problem spilling other people blood. You had no problem cutting yourself open.
Jack grabs her left hand where she has several scars across her palm. She has a flashback to the past where she took a metal spike and cut her palm. Blood would start flowing, she'd clench a fist, poor the blood in her mouth, climb on the ring apron and spit it in someone's face. She relives the same actions over and over and over, the only thing changing is the faces she spits in. She comes back to reality.
Jack: And don't tell me you only did it in front of a crowd, or that you gave it up, because you seem to have no problem cutting yourself in private.
She once again has flashbacks to sitting alone in an empty apartment, where she takes a metal spike and cuts her arm. She comes back to reality. She grabs her purse and pulls out a bottle of prescription pills.
Jack: Is this how you want to live your life? Relying on pills and booze, hiding from who you really are?
Eva: Fuck you. You know what this business took from me. I'm not letting it take anymore. NOT ONE GOD DAMN THING.
She storms out of the room, storms into the woman's bathroom. She falls against the wall and starts crying. Tears are streaming down her face, as she reaches into her purse and pulls out a bottle of pills. Her hand is shaking so badly, she can't open it. She throws it down and yells in frustration.
The lights in the room fade a little, and cast an eerie, yellow glow. The lights blink out for a second, and when they come back on, Eva is still alone, despite seeing someone standing in front of her.
She sees herself, wearing a white dress, with red stains across it. She has dried blood smeared across her face, and blood constantly dripping from her left hand, leaving a trail across the floor.
Eva: Let me out.
Eva: No...
Eva: You can't keep me locked up. You need me.
Eva curles up on the floor in fear, as her other self stands over her.
Eva: I don't want to hurt people anymore. I'm tired of getting hurt.
Eva: When's the last time you looked at yourself? Getting black out drunk? Waking up in some strangers bed? Getting involved with some abusive asshole? You're doing far more to hurt us than I ever could.
Eva tries to crawl away as the woman kneels down, and grabs her hair roughly. She puts her lips next to her ear and says,
Eva: You hate them for what they took from us. Set me free and we can start taking. We can have revenge. Set me free and I can help you find him. I can help you find Snake.
A few minutes later, Eva walks back into the studio, her suit jacket off, her blouse unbuttoned, something about her looking a little off. As she walks into the room, she hears "Feels Like the First Time" by Foreigner playing, and looks over to the ring and sees Jack, duck taped to a chair, Vinnie is in the ring, singing and dancing to Jack.
Jack looks at her with a look that screams, "Get me out of here." Eva runs and slides into the ring, turns Vinnie around and blasts the seven foot tall bouncer with a right hand. He stagers back but quickly fires back with a right hand of his own. She stagers back and blood starts dripping down her mouth. He walks toward her and punches her in the stomach. She doubles over in pain. He swings again, hitting her head on. Eva falls to her knees.
Vinnie: Enough. I don't want to hurt you.
Eva balls her hand into a fist and full blown punches him in the groin. Vinnie bends over in agony, grabbing his crotch and yelling in pain, falling to his hands and knees. Eva walks forward, knees him in the face, and tries ripping his left eye out. His screams for mercy fill the entire building. Blood starts to spray from his eye hole, when she finally lets go of him. He goes running off, screaming. Eva takes the tape off the mouth of a stunned Jack and says, "Ok. I'll do it."
A few hours later.
Michael Morrison is standing in front of a JM Studio banner next to the Brazzers Streaming Champion, Jack N. Mehoff. Morrison has a professional disposition, even though he'd rather be anywhere else.
Morrison: Good morning IIW, this is Michael Morrison here with the IIW TV Champion, Jack M. Hoff.
Jack: That's not the name of my title Jim.
Morrison just ignores Jack and continues with his spiel.
Morrison: Who will be making his IIW pay-per-view debut when he defends his title. Do you have anything you want to say to your opponent?
Jack: Indeed I do. TJ Alexander, you somehow managed to get another shot at me. Although, I have to say you owe that to your psycho stalker. Tide pod, I warned you that if you ever got in my business again, there would be serious consequences. That's why for this match against TJ Alexander, I'm bringing
Morrison: Actually, you're not facing TJ Alexander.
Jack: Allright. I figured the ending to that match was bullshit anyways. So, Liechenberg, you entirely blamed your loss to me to the fact Annalise didn't renew her Triple A membership. For this match, you've got much more to worry about. After this match Annalise may not be there for you ever again after my backup gets a hold of her.
Morrison: Actually, you're not facing Liechenber either.
The screen cuts out for a second leaving this on the screen before coming back.
Jack: God (bleep) it. What type of (bleep)ing, bull (bleep) booking is this? Let's hold a number one contenders match then have the champ face someone who wasn't in the (bleep) match. (bleep) (bleep) (bleep) (bleep) (bleep) kiss my (bleep) (bleep) (bleep)
The picture goes out again with this on the screen.
The camera cuts back on and Jack seems a little more composed.
Jack: Ok. So, I just did a little research on my actual opponent, Gemini. I just have to say, I'm a little humbled to be stepping in the ring with someone I watched on TV as a little kid. You were always one of my favorite American Gladiators and stepping into the ring especially at your age is a little inspirational.
Morrison: Um... actually.
The picture goes out yet again.
Jack: Ok, so evidently I'm facing a different Gemini. Seriously, I saw this guy backstage and thought he was just some Juggalo fan. Seriously, the guys whole "Made in a lab by a mad scientist" thing, if that isn't straight out of an Insane Clown Posse song, I don't know what is.
Now Gem, I just want you to know what happens out there isn't anything personal. i don't want to get harassed when I go to the Gathering later this year. You're just in the wrong place at the wrong time. You're not just going to be facing the undefeated, unstoppable force that is Jack Mehoff, you're also going to have to watch out for my new manager. She is the "Blood Magic Priestess" Eva Ridge.
Eva walks into the shot, looking... different. Where any time she showed up on camera recently, she looked professional and put together. Now, she's wearing a white dress that looks like Hell. Her usually well kept blonde hair looks unkempt and she has a look in her eyes, and in her body language that make it look like she fell off the edge of sanity and hit every bump on the way down to total madness. Morrison has a look on his face where he doesn't know what to make of her. Eva eyes Morrison for a second.
Eva: You got some smart ass comment you wanna make toward me little man?
Morrison holds his hands up and shakes his head no.
Eva: So, Gemini, you're the poor soul that gets to make my acquaintance. You claim to come from "the edge of sanity?" I spent the past eight years, desperately trying to keep myself sane. Trying to keep the visions and hallucinations out of my head. Trying to stop myself from having random violent outbursts, but I came to realize IT'S NOT WORTH IT. IT'S A WASTE OF TIME. My anger is out of control. It's eating me alive inside, and it needs to come out, and I'm going to release it on Gemini, or any other poor son of a bitch that gets in my way.
Eva storms off leaving Morrison standing there shocked.
Jack: All I can say is, Gemini, blame what happens on bad booking decisions.
Jack walks off as the scene fades to black.
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Post by jacknmehoff on May 12, 2024 4:12:02 GMT
May of 2009
We are taken to the locker room at an event for Uncensored Wrestling. The "locker room" is a room used for birthday parties at a bowling alley. Various wrestlers are socializing, stretching, and preparing for their matches. One of these people is sitting in a folding chair, off in the corner, reading an issue of Fangoria. She is a woman with a few years of pro wrestling experience under her belt, trying to make a name for herself. Her name is Eva Ridge. She has a few fewer tattoos, is wearing a t-shirt for the movie Maniac Cop and torn up denim shorts.
She is approached by a young woman, who is dressed more like she's walking on stage at a strip club than for a wrestling match. She has big breasts that look surgically enhanced, and blonde hair that probably isn't her natural color. The girl is pretty, though her makeup might have been applied a touch too thickly.
The girl gets a disgusted look on her face.
Kelly: Ugh. I can't believe they have me working with you tonight. Couldn't they have gotten me someone to work with who doesn't look like a complete train wreck?
Eva looks up from her magazine.
Eva: Nice to meet you too. You got a name so I'll know who to tell the boys to ask for if they're looking for a cheap hooker?
Kelly has a even more disgusted look on her face.
Kelly: Yeah, my name is Kelly Kay. And don't go judging me. You don't know me.
Eva: Do you even know what you're doing out there?
Kelly: Yeah. It's a bunch of fake wrestling. We're shooked? to rip eachothers clothes off. Just be carefull out there and don't leave me with any bruises or anything. I've got a photo shoot coming up later in the week.
Kelly's phone starts ringing and she walks off before she can say anything. Eva pulls a metal spike out of her boot and starts picking her fingers.
A few seconds later, a younger Jack Mehoff comes walking over.
Jack: So, is that your opponent tonight?
Eva: Sure is.
Jack: Think I should try signing her? Think she's interested in adult movies.
Eva has a twisted smile on her face.
Eva: I have no doubt she would be open to it, but unfortunately for you and her, she's probably going to be off the market real soon.
Jack gets a confused look on his face as Eva gets up and heads for her match.
20 minutes later.
Jack is in the same seat, looking at his phone. Eva comes back and sits next to him, and she is covered in blood and has an evil smile on her face. Jack looks at her with a disturbed look on his face as she wipes blood off one of her spikes and puts it back in her boot. She casually picks her magazine back up.
A few seconds later, a ruckus can be heard from the door. An old man wearing a suit and tie storms into the room, followed shortly by a guy wearing a shirt with a picture of a Marijuana leaf on it and a worn out 80s rocker look to him. Jack immediately recognizes them as the promoter for this show, Spyder, and the guy in the suit is the State Athletic Commission rep.
SAC rep: I have never in my life seen such a despicable display.
Spyder: Hey, it was booked as a bra and panties match. Anything goes until a woman gets stripped to her bra and panties.
SAC rep: Exactly. It's supposed to be a T&A exhibition. Not..... whatever that was. Just look at this poor girl.
Two security guards walk in carrying Kelly. Kelly is wearing a lacy blue bra and panties, has blood running all down her face and chest, and a clear liquid coming from a cut in her left breast. Her previously symmetrical D cup sized breasts look more than a little lop sided now. She has a shell shocked look on her face and her lower lip is quivering. She looks like she just came from a war zone.
SAC rep: Spyder, consider her banned from ever wrestling in this state again, and if I had my way, she'd never wrestle in this country again.
Present day.
We are taken to a dark room filled with fog. The camera pans down and shows it is coming from a full blown witches kettle. Two figures walk through the fog and reveal themselves as the Brazzers champion, Jack N. Mehoff and his newly official manager, Eva Ridge.
Jack is wearing a purple headband, black sports sunglasses that look straight from the 80s, and a "I <3 Jack N. Mehoff" shirt, while Eva is wearing a short black dress that looks like it's been through Hell, has her hair hanging over her face and an excessive amount of black and silver mascara over her eyes that look like something from the 80s.
The camera pans back further to show a confused looking Charlie Schmidt with a microphone in his hand.
Charlie: Hello IIW fans. Charlie Schmidt here. Now when I'm usually in a dark room filled with smoke, it has slightly different vibes than this. Jack Mehoff, what is going on here?
Jack: Gemini ran his mouth and referred to me as "a lost lamp looking for a shepherd" and I found her in my new spiritual advisor. The Blood Magic Priestess. Eva, Tell us what you see in the cauldron of madness.
Eva's eyes look a little glazed over as she waves her hands through the fog coming from the kettle. Her voice sounds far off and dreamlike.
Eva:...the darkness, chaos, and insanity. And I feel a terrible rage coming from the cauldron as well as this deep, primal power....it seems I am about to unleash a great evil.
Eva pulls out a black metal spike and cuts her hand. Charlie looks on in horror as she drops her blood in the cauldron. A sizzling sound comes from the cauldron , and Eva begins mumbling words under her breath. The light dims and a strange glow fills the room. The air seems electric and hot. Charlie Schmidt looks worried, The fire crackles and spits and then explodes, sending sparks flying everywhere. She waves her hand over the cauldron.
Eva: I see the future. I see... Jack standing victorious, with Gemini laying on his back, screaming in pain and frustration.
She pauses for a second, her head rocks back and forth.
Eva: Something has materialized in the cauldron of madness. A prophecy. Gemini's white facepaint, will be stained red with his own blood.
She reaches into the cauldron and pulls out a mask. Charlie just continues to look on, not sure what to make of what's happening. Eva looks into the cauldron again.
Eva: And I see more. Gemini further in the future. His back is broken leaving him permanently disabled. He lives alone in an old castle, hiding in shame. He's permanently walking hunched over.... Then, someone comes along... He's working as a lab assistant for the son of the mad scientist that created him.
Jack: Does he go by "E-gore" or "Eye-gor?" Do you see anything else?
Eva: I see more. The man challenging for your title Jack. TJ Alexander.... Jack Tyde tries interference and he gets stabbed in the leg with a metal spike. TJ fails regardless. He's still alive, being treated in the hospital for shock.
Eva nods as her body becomes rigid and then relaxed.
Eva: Yes. That is how it ends....
Charlie has a nervous look on his face as he meekly speaks.
Charlie: Do you see anything in there about my future?
Eva throws her head back and shakes for a moment as if she's having a seizure. Suddenly, she snaps her head back forward, and she has a crazed look in her eye.
Eva: I see you Charlie Schmidt running the company after Osh Vaughn is arrested for financial fraud.
Charlie: YES!!!
Eva: He is unable to pick up the pieces and make anything. You run your last show in a school gymnasium in front of a dozen people.
Charlie hangs his head down looking discouraged. Jack grabs the mic from him.
Jack: So there you have it Gem, straight from the mouth of madness. You may want to pay closer attention to what you're up against. You may think you're a fox coming up on it's prey, but you'll get eaten when you find you're approaching a wolf in sheep's clothing.
The scene fades to black.
Two hours later.
We are taken to a hotel bar, shortly after they cut a promo. Seriously though, are hotel bars still a thing? You always hear wrestlers talking about "hotel bars" as if every hotel has one, but how often have you stayed in a hotel that's attached to a bar?
Anyways, Jack and Eva are sitting at a table, and Eva does not look in good shape. Her skin looks flushed, she looks like she's having cold sweats, and there is a dark look in her eyes. Despite it all, she has a glass of whiskey on the table in front of her. Jack looks at her a little concerned.
Jack: Are you sure you're all right?
Eva takes a drink from her glass.
Eva: I will be, but I'm never doing that for a promo again. Ugh...
Jack looks at her a little concerned
Jack: I saw you drink something before we started rolling. What was in that thing?
Eva: Nothing you'll want to mix with a cocktail.
Jack: So, how did that whole thing work? You take some weird herbs that cause you to hallucinate, look in the cauldron and say what you see?
Eva: No, the cauldron was all bullshit. The trance I go in and what I see are more often than not turn out happening.
Jack spits out his drink.
Jack: That shit was real?
Eva: Yes. More often than not, what I see ends up happening. Although I will admit, some of what I said in that promo was an exaggeration. And no, I've never tried using it to find out the winning lottery numbers. Amy time I have a vision, letters and numbers are just jumbled messes.
Jack takes a long drink before continuing.
Jack: You ever tried using that... power to try to find.. Snake?
Eva takes a long drink and empties the glass. She has a look on her face where she's contemplating if she wants to answer.
Eva: I've tried several times. it's much more... intense and taxing than what I did tonight. The last time I tried, it almost killed me.
Jack looks horrified but doesn't say anything.
Eva: Every time the vision is the same. Every time, I'm walking down a hallway and it ends in an opaque window. One of those windows you can see light, colors and shapes through, but you can't really make anything out. I'll see him on the other side of it and try yelling and trying to break it, but it never works.
They both sit there in silence for a few moments when a tone goes off on Jack's phone. He picks it up and looks at it.
Jack: Oh good. My date is here.
The mood seems to change as Eva smiles.
Eva: You mean the hooker you ordered?
Jack: She's an escort. Hookers don't charge nearly as much as she does.
Eva: Either way, you're paying for sex.
Jack: Hey, I call it a work related endeavor. If she's hot and interested in staring in adult movies, it's a total win win for me.
A few seconds later, this girl walks over to the table.
Kelly: Jack?
Jack and Kelly both look up and when Kelly looks at Eva, she gets a look of pure terror on her face. Kelly just stares at her not saying anything.
Eva: Hey, don't I know you from somewhere?
Kelly: Nnnnoo. You don't.
Eva: I'd swear we met before.
Jack: Hey, baby. Don't worry about her. You're here to worry about me.
Kelly starts backing away nervously.
Kelly: No. it's ok, don't worry about the money. I'll refund it. Just please leave me alone.
Kelly runs out of the bar. Jack sits back down at the table looking dejected.
Jack: Damn. That sucks.
Eva: I wonder what her problem was.
Jack: Probably saw me with another girl at the table and figured we were together or something.
Eva: Something people just don't want to believe that a man and woman can have a platonic friendship.
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