Post by Jimmy Gimmick on Aug 15, 2009 1:52:03 GMT -5
“He that overcometh, the same shall be clothed in white raiment; and I will not blot out his name out of the book of life, but I will confess his name before my Father, and before his angels.”
Scene i- James Voglur’s Last Rites
*No one knew what he’d done, they wouldn’t, they never could. It was regrettable; after all he was so proud. It was the solitary moment in his life where he had been brave; he had done what he’d always wanted to do. The cameras were on him, now wasn’t the time to dwell on the events that transpired nights ago, now was the time for the man whom he had harbored an unrelenting hatred towards for so long. His name evoked nothing but complete undeniable rage…*
“Randy Orton, quite the name this kid’s made for himself.”
*Gimmick looks to the camera, the man holding it is standing a safe distance away from him, trembling as he focuses on Gimmick in the poorly lit apartment building.*
“Like the place? Feel free to look around.”
*Gimmick nonchalantly addresses the cameraman who unsteadily sways the camera back and forth almost possessed by the mere words of Gimmick and it’s not hard to see why. Gone is the timid James Voglur, whenever that man existed he was undoubtedly dead now, he had taken the swan dive along with the man whose last name was bestowed upon him.*
“So Randy, I never got the opportunity to properly thank you for that attack the other week, it was really…eye opening. You and your group of cowards, you’ve trained them well, they can be almost as deceptive as their all knowing master. Tell me do you pay them to serve as your groupies? Or has your duplicity gotten so deep that you’ve managed to convince them to join you based on what they perceive as free will?”
*A cigarette flies into Gimmick’s mouth in a smooth motion, equally as carelessly Gimmick catches the end of the object with his lighter and allows the smoke to rise up from the end of his mouth.*
“Yes Randy I’m talking again, I know how much you and the rest of this monstrosity we call a fan base has been longing for it. I re institute the monologue once more, see the last couple of months things have been bothering me, everything was wrong, but now, now we can rejoice, I’ve righted them all.”
*It was at this point the cameraman muttered something inaudible, inaudible to all except apparently the man who he stood just feet away from. Gimmick walked towards the camera his expression masked in the shadows, much like his father’s so often was.*
“Richard? You want me to tell you about Richard? What’s there to tell?”
*Whatever the cameraman had asked Gimmick knew, no one else did but that didn’t really matter. He said something again this time it was loud enough to be detected by the sound crew, monitors tuned in across the country heard the shaky voice of the cameraman call out to Gimmick, a rebuttal to his question, with yet another question.*
“How do you feel about Mr. Voglur’s untimely and gruesome passing?”
*Gimmick moved closer, each step sped the heart beat of the cameraman, and when he stepped into the light provided by the technical crew an image was displayed across televisions everywhere that proved genuinely frightening. Across the face of Jimmy Gimmick was not anger, nor rage, but a subtle grin.*
“It’s tragic really, a man with all the wealth, and power, this world had to offer him, in spite of it all he died miserable, sick, and alone. His decision to jump from that room, it was an act of cowardice, the one thing that constantly drove him, it was always fear, never any other emotion.”
*The grin remained throughout Gimmick’s words towards his late father, and the cameraman’s grasp became more and more unsteady as the audience could clearly see. He slowly shook his head removing the cigarette and exhaling a lengthy trail of smoke.*
“Today, today I have found a new purpose, new meaning, my old goals are all dead and gone. I’m breaking off all my ties, and focusing on what lies ahead, there’s a saying, I can’t recall it right now for the life of me, something about a brand new you, let’s just say that’s the point I find myself at now. My transformation is complete, I’m a new man, today marks a new beginning, and after this… I’m past the point of no return, past the point of redemption.”
*He laughed, it was disturbing as it was weeks before when this hollow cackle first sounded off, straight out of a horror movie Gimmick’s laugh filled the scarcely lit room, as his eyes flickered maddeningly.*
“So Randy I guess you will become a victim of circumstance, but it won’t be without a purpose for you. No, history will remember you, I’ll be sure of it, for better or for worse.”
Scene ii-Broken Thoughts
*Gimmick’s mind flashed. He felt the hospital’s warm silk in his hands as he dragged his father from his bed. He smelt the cigarette’s aftertaste from the mouth of Voglur as he pinned him up against the wall. Parise snapped into his mind, his betrayal, the disloyalty perpetrated by his own protégé. Back to Voglur he heard himself speak to the man once more, he heard his voice respond to his father’s pleas for mercy, they were as useless as the heart which God had opted to place inside of Gimmick.*
“Please be merciful.”
“How can I? I’m your son.”
*They echoed through Gimmick’s mind, he though of the boot of Randy Orton colliding with the side of his head at Last Resort, he felt it again on Anarchy. There was Randy and Bob Orton, they were sitting together laughing. What were they laughing about? He had to know, why he wanted to know so badly eluded him, as he roughly threw his father towards the glass, towards the fall. The cameras were out Voglur had made sure of it, Parise was celebrating, Orton was laughing, Voglur was falling. The words slipped from Gimmick’s mouth as he did.*
“Dad…”
*It was the final flicker of James Voglur, as the shattered glass that didn’t collapse with his father fell to his feet. Voglur fell through the cold night air, the stars lit up the sky, they may have been old stars, apparently it took years for them to fade from view after they had been destroyed.
A cigarette lit up before the eyes of Gimmick he watched the smoke dance from its tip with unfathomable fascination, the man spoke to him in the parking lot, warning him of his father, Voglur had a visitor in a trench coat, all of these fucking mystery men. His father was falling, things had changed forever, they were irreversible now. A split second later and the fall was finished, Gimmick had to leave before someone called the cops, it wouldn’t be hard the halls were empty save for Voglur’s personal security all of whom had been warned not to enter the room.
Back to reality, present day, the lights lit up the darkened apartment of Gimmick’s as well as James’ empty smirk. He gazes to the windows, and for a moment the image of his father’s descent enters his mind as somewhere deep in his subconscious he is aware it parallels his own, and then in the blink of his eye it’s gone, it’s all gone. It was over.*
“It’s going to be over between us Randy, there will be justice in FCW, a justice that not even you can escape.”
*Lights dim for added effect as the camera cuts out to avoid an abrupt change to black. Gimmick couldn’t wipe the smirk from the face afterwards, he couldn’t help it, it wasn’t a disguise for the people, honesty was a welcome change. Even when honesty meant revealing the monster on the inside that had been forming over the course of so many years and now sought to claw it’s way out. There was no stopping it.*
(End of Part VII)
-Revelations 3:5
Scene i- James Voglur’s Last Rites
*No one knew what he’d done, they wouldn’t, they never could. It was regrettable; after all he was so proud. It was the solitary moment in his life where he had been brave; he had done what he’d always wanted to do. The cameras were on him, now wasn’t the time to dwell on the events that transpired nights ago, now was the time for the man whom he had harbored an unrelenting hatred towards for so long. His name evoked nothing but complete undeniable rage…*
“Randy Orton, quite the name this kid’s made for himself.”
*Gimmick looks to the camera, the man holding it is standing a safe distance away from him, trembling as he focuses on Gimmick in the poorly lit apartment building.*
“Like the place? Feel free to look around.”
*Gimmick nonchalantly addresses the cameraman who unsteadily sways the camera back and forth almost possessed by the mere words of Gimmick and it’s not hard to see why. Gone is the timid James Voglur, whenever that man existed he was undoubtedly dead now, he had taken the swan dive along with the man whose last name was bestowed upon him.*
“So Randy, I never got the opportunity to properly thank you for that attack the other week, it was really…eye opening. You and your group of cowards, you’ve trained them well, they can be almost as deceptive as their all knowing master. Tell me do you pay them to serve as your groupies? Or has your duplicity gotten so deep that you’ve managed to convince them to join you based on what they perceive as free will?”
*A cigarette flies into Gimmick’s mouth in a smooth motion, equally as carelessly Gimmick catches the end of the object with his lighter and allows the smoke to rise up from the end of his mouth.*
“Yes Randy I’m talking again, I know how much you and the rest of this monstrosity we call a fan base has been longing for it. I re institute the monologue once more, see the last couple of months things have been bothering me, everything was wrong, but now, now we can rejoice, I’ve righted them all.”
*It was at this point the cameraman muttered something inaudible, inaudible to all except apparently the man who he stood just feet away from. Gimmick walked towards the camera his expression masked in the shadows, much like his father’s so often was.*
“Richard? You want me to tell you about Richard? What’s there to tell?”
*Whatever the cameraman had asked Gimmick knew, no one else did but that didn’t really matter. He said something again this time it was loud enough to be detected by the sound crew, monitors tuned in across the country heard the shaky voice of the cameraman call out to Gimmick, a rebuttal to his question, with yet another question.*
“How do you feel about Mr. Voglur’s untimely and gruesome passing?”
*Gimmick moved closer, each step sped the heart beat of the cameraman, and when he stepped into the light provided by the technical crew an image was displayed across televisions everywhere that proved genuinely frightening. Across the face of Jimmy Gimmick was not anger, nor rage, but a subtle grin.*
“It’s tragic really, a man with all the wealth, and power, this world had to offer him, in spite of it all he died miserable, sick, and alone. His decision to jump from that room, it was an act of cowardice, the one thing that constantly drove him, it was always fear, never any other emotion.”
*The grin remained throughout Gimmick’s words towards his late father, and the cameraman’s grasp became more and more unsteady as the audience could clearly see. He slowly shook his head removing the cigarette and exhaling a lengthy trail of smoke.*
“Today, today I have found a new purpose, new meaning, my old goals are all dead and gone. I’m breaking off all my ties, and focusing on what lies ahead, there’s a saying, I can’t recall it right now for the life of me, something about a brand new you, let’s just say that’s the point I find myself at now. My transformation is complete, I’m a new man, today marks a new beginning, and after this… I’m past the point of no return, past the point of redemption.”
*He laughed, it was disturbing as it was weeks before when this hollow cackle first sounded off, straight out of a horror movie Gimmick’s laugh filled the scarcely lit room, as his eyes flickered maddeningly.*
“So Randy I guess you will become a victim of circumstance, but it won’t be without a purpose for you. No, history will remember you, I’ll be sure of it, for better or for worse.”
Scene ii-Broken Thoughts
*Gimmick’s mind flashed. He felt the hospital’s warm silk in his hands as he dragged his father from his bed. He smelt the cigarette’s aftertaste from the mouth of Voglur as he pinned him up against the wall. Parise snapped into his mind, his betrayal, the disloyalty perpetrated by his own protégé. Back to Voglur he heard himself speak to the man once more, he heard his voice respond to his father’s pleas for mercy, they were as useless as the heart which God had opted to place inside of Gimmick.*
“Please be merciful.”
“How can I? I’m your son.”
*They echoed through Gimmick’s mind, he though of the boot of Randy Orton colliding with the side of his head at Last Resort, he felt it again on Anarchy. There was Randy and Bob Orton, they were sitting together laughing. What were they laughing about? He had to know, why he wanted to know so badly eluded him, as he roughly threw his father towards the glass, towards the fall. The cameras were out Voglur had made sure of it, Parise was celebrating, Orton was laughing, Voglur was falling. The words slipped from Gimmick’s mouth as he did.*
“Dad…”
*It was the final flicker of James Voglur, as the shattered glass that didn’t collapse with his father fell to his feet. Voglur fell through the cold night air, the stars lit up the sky, they may have been old stars, apparently it took years for them to fade from view after they had been destroyed.
A cigarette lit up before the eyes of Gimmick he watched the smoke dance from its tip with unfathomable fascination, the man spoke to him in the parking lot, warning him of his father, Voglur had a visitor in a trench coat, all of these fucking mystery men. His father was falling, things had changed forever, they were irreversible now. A split second later and the fall was finished, Gimmick had to leave before someone called the cops, it wouldn’t be hard the halls were empty save for Voglur’s personal security all of whom had been warned not to enter the room.
Back to reality, present day, the lights lit up the darkened apartment of Gimmick’s as well as James’ empty smirk. He gazes to the windows, and for a moment the image of his father’s descent enters his mind as somewhere deep in his subconscious he is aware it parallels his own, and then in the blink of his eye it’s gone, it’s all gone. It was over.*
“It’s going to be over between us Randy, there will be justice in FCW, a justice that not even you can escape.”
*Lights dim for added effect as the camera cuts out to avoid an abrupt change to black. Gimmick couldn’t wipe the smirk from the face afterwards, he couldn’t help it, it wasn’t a disguise for the people, honesty was a welcome change. Even when honesty meant revealing the monster on the inside that had been forming over the course of so many years and now sought to claw it’s way out. There was no stopping it.*
(End of Part VII)
