Post by Jimmy Gimmick on Aug 5, 2009 15:58:09 GMT -5
*The bathroom door in Gimmick’s locker room slams shut, the camera pans across the now vacated suite-like setting, it was a disaster zone. Furniture lay overturned, the deep red carpets were stained with alcohol, the phone was hanging off the hook beeping loudly, and the luxurious sofa that so often provided the backdrop for Gimmick’s addresses to the public was covered in blood formed finger prints.
The camera advanced towards the bathroom door, cautiously the cameraman stepped over broken bottles and other safety hazards before making his most dangerous move of all: turning the knob and gently pushing open the door. Gimmick was crouched over the sink splashing his face repeatedly with ice cold running water, as if to wash it, but his reflection through the mirror revealed that his face was already clean. Gimmick continued for several moments before out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of the camera.*
“I though I made it clear I have nothing more to say to you.”
*Gimmick’s single visible eye cast a light on his dilated pupil, which darted back and forth rapidly, aimlessly. Gimmick’s hand now rested on the sink, where it shook uncontrollably, Gimmick was trembling, the cameraman hadn’t left he continued to focus the lens Gimmick’s solitary eye.*
“Get out of my room…now!”
*He wasn’t leaving, they always listened to Gimmick, always. Why wasn’t he leaving? He could always intimidate the cameraman, maybe standard demands wouldn’t suffice.*
“Fuck off!”
*Gimmick looked back to the steel taps in front of him, the running water, he lowered his head further into the sink. The water was the only thing keeping Gimmick sane, the familiarity of such a simple liquid was the only thing that hadn’t changed, the only thing Gimmick could find that hadn’t left him. He had lost control, he had assaulted a man as a result of solely rage, he was…human. That’s when it hit him; there was no sound of a closing door in the apartment sized bathroom, he raised an eye again and still a man stood in his gaze holding a camera.*
“You want me to talk so badly, you want to be able to report back to your boss, my father, with an exclusive interview, a finished job, so he signs your fat pay check? Despite the compensation I don’t think it’s worth it, I don’t think you want to hear what I have to say, I don’t think anyone does. You’re not ready.”
*Gimmick rose to his full height, and from the mirror he turned to reveal both of his scared bloodshot eyes which contrasted with his pale face. The ghost like image of Jimmy Gimmick now looked to the camera, not with a piercing glare but with weakness, a weakness he had hidden his whole career.*
“The only reason you’re here is because my dying father is to overcome by cowardice to actually speak to me himself. He asks for so much from me once again, as always he takes more than I have to offer, and I have never had the favor returned. I was raised to aspire to be him, a life I never wanted, I had no help because if I couldn’t make it on my own I was a failure. Randy Orton had it all, all I have ever wanted and yet he is ignorant to this, Randy you lived the life I always wanted. You lived beside your father, training alongside him, having him help you become the man you are today, he cared about you, he’s proud of you; I lived far behind my father trapped by his shadow. He didn’t prepare me for this life, he didn’t even give me the opportunity to choose it, I became a wrestler because I didn’t have another choice, he controls this company and now he effectively controls me.”
*Gimmick preached to the cameraman he didn’t know why, but he felt as if he was justifying his actions, that by expressing a deeper reason for his hatred of Randy Orton he wouldn’t be trembling any longer. Maybe he would be able to get past the image of his bloodied unconscious rival, as Gimmick lied to his subconscious he didn’t break from his speech.*
“You’re father pushed you to succeed, mine forced me to, now he’s ashamed of me, now he wants to take all that I have left, a chance for…redemption.”
*The word was foreign, he didn’t know it’s meaning but muttered it anyway.*
“Orton you speak of my last will, my inescapable end at your hands, you preach about Hell as if you’ve been there, what do you know Randy? I’ve stood at the devils bedside, I’ve looked him in the eyes, I’ve spoken to him, you’re weak Randy. You haven’t been where I have despite what your speech may wrongly insinuate, I’ve seen the end, I’ve watched the apocalypse. So Randy this journey we’re going on I won’t be questioning anything, but will you ever be the same? I’m dragging you to the end, the apocalypse, and only one of us will be returning.”
*The brave front Gimmick tried to muster was still faltering, his words were cold yet as his body shivered he felt his own mortality once more. He had to speak the truth there was no alternative anymore.*
“Randy you see my current state let me ask you one question do you really think all of this is brought on by what I did to you? Does anyone think this was brought on by the mere sight of Orton’s blood? No. What’s caused my trembling, my ‘shock’, it’s what I feared all along, what I found out, I have finally realized exactly what I am capable of.”
*Eyes focus, hand steadies.*
“Randy you parade around FCW all the while flaunting your arrogance, you speak of exposing me, what I am going to do…”
*That’s when it happened a startling, hollow, disturbing laugh. It was on cue with this empty sound that the camera shook back and forth, it was subtle but it was there.*
“It’s so much worse.”
*The laughter remained, the camera rapidly pulled away from Gimmick away from the washroom back towards his locker room door.*
“Randy your blood has stained my hands so deeply I don’t think it’s ever coming off.”
*The cackling villain continued completely ignorant to the camera man leaving his room, and he stood there alone, water dripped from his flooding sink to the bathroom floor, but Gimmick just continued.*
(End of Part V)
