AS71: Isabel Stone vs. ???
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When I heard the bell ring, and felt my arm not being raised in victory, I knew that I was in for some deep trouble. The voices began whispering again, threatening to make me destroy myself completely if I didn't do exactly as they said.
To be honest, I was getting scared. But even on the nights when the voices were their loudest, there was always the one in the back, cheering me on.
It'll be okay Izzy. You haven't lost everyone.
That was the most recent comment I heard. When I lifted my head, I saw my phone was ringing and was shocked to find it was Sam. I answered the call and found my voice was weak again.
Sam?
Izzy! Oh God, you sound awful! Are you okay? I saw the show and you looked so sick, what's happening?
The voices stepped back for a minute and I remembered the last time I saw Sam.
She and Justin left without fighting. They unknowingly left me to the voices and the beast.
I'm losing it Sam. It's worse this time, there's voices and they're loud and...
My voice cracked slightly and silence overcame us both. Sam had never seen nor heard me cry before, and I'm not that good of a faker.
I'm on my way.
The phone clicks dead and suddenly my head is filled with the voices screaming.
YOU STUPID FOOL.
YOU THINK WE ARE EASILY DISPLACED?
THAT WE CAN BE SHOVED FROM MEMORY AND THOUGHT?
NOW YOU WILL SEE OUR POWER.
I fell to my knees as my head pounded with images from my past. My father pushing me to tears, my mother walking out, losing fights, nearly breaking my neck, Justin walking out without a backward glance...
These images continued until I finally heard my cheerleading voice.
It's okay Izzy. You can fight them. Come on! Fight!
Stop, please...
Begging, is that what I was lowered to? I thought back on my life. God I was a bitch. And why? Because I had a shit childhood? I had so much now, more than I had then. I had found a man who loved me despite the bitchiness, a best friend who couldn't seem to not check on me and a friend who always gave me incredible matches.
And I didn't deserve a single one.
Well. At least Isabel Stone didn't.
Izzy Stone however needed a chance, right?
As I dragged myself to my knees I made a decision. The decision that becomes so hard to make that few ever pull it off. I decided to walk Obsession to the cliff and shove him off it, making him release me at the same time. The velvet box Justin had left behind was still there, waiting to be opened, waiting for a future. Not that I would make it that easy for him, but I didn't want to spend the rest of my life without him. The voices were still going but a new strength came over me and I straightened my back and went into the bathroom, grabbing a pair of scissors.
I am not Isabel anymore.
Snip.
I am not obsessed with winning anymore.
Snip.
I will not ignore my family anymore.
Snip.
I am no longer your slave.
Snip.
I. Am not. WEAK.
As the scissors fell from my hand, the voices stopped, finally, filling my head with peace. Sam ran in some amount of time later and our eyes met in the mirror. She studied the shorter hair and how it cupped under my chin, framing my face. I gave her a weak smile and ran my fingers thru my hair.
I'm ready to start over now. I want to be better.
I know you do. And you will.
To be honest, I was getting scared. But even on the nights when the voices were their loudest, there was always the one in the back, cheering me on.
It'll be okay Izzy. You haven't lost everyone.
That was the most recent comment I heard. When I lifted my head, I saw my phone was ringing and was shocked to find it was Sam. I answered the call and found my voice was weak again.
Sam?
Izzy! Oh God, you sound awful! Are you okay? I saw the show and you looked so sick, what's happening?
The voices stepped back for a minute and I remembered the last time I saw Sam.
She and Justin left without fighting. They unknowingly left me to the voices and the beast.
I'm losing it Sam. It's worse this time, there's voices and they're loud and...
My voice cracked slightly and silence overcame us both. Sam had never seen nor heard me cry before, and I'm not that good of a faker.
I'm on my way.
The phone clicks dead and suddenly my head is filled with the voices screaming.
YOU STUPID FOOL.
YOU THINK WE ARE EASILY DISPLACED?
THAT WE CAN BE SHOVED FROM MEMORY AND THOUGHT?
NOW YOU WILL SEE OUR POWER.
I fell to my knees as my head pounded with images from my past. My father pushing me to tears, my mother walking out, losing fights, nearly breaking my neck, Justin walking out without a backward glance...
These images continued until I finally heard my cheerleading voice.
It's okay Izzy. You can fight them. Come on! Fight!
Stop, please...
Begging, is that what I was lowered to? I thought back on my life. God I was a bitch. And why? Because I had a shit childhood? I had so much now, more than I had then. I had found a man who loved me despite the bitchiness, a best friend who couldn't seem to not check on me and a friend who always gave me incredible matches.
And I didn't deserve a single one.
Well. At least Isabel Stone didn't.
Izzy Stone however needed a chance, right?
As I dragged myself to my knees I made a decision. The decision that becomes so hard to make that few ever pull it off. I decided to walk Obsession to the cliff and shove him off it, making him release me at the same time. The velvet box Justin had left behind was still there, waiting to be opened, waiting for a future. Not that I would make it that easy for him, but I didn't want to spend the rest of my life without him. The voices were still going but a new strength came over me and I straightened my back and went into the bathroom, grabbing a pair of scissors.
I am not Isabel anymore.
Snip.
I am not obsessed with winning anymore.
Snip.
I will not ignore my family anymore.
Snip.
I am no longer your slave.
Snip.
I. Am not. WEAK.
As the scissors fell from my hand, the voices stopped, finally, filling my head with peace. Sam ran in some amount of time later and our eyes met in the mirror. She studied the shorter hair and how it cupped under my chin, framing my face. I gave her a weak smile and ran my fingers thru my hair.
I'm ready to start over now. I want to be better.
I know you do. And you will.
Richard Blonoff
Make America Rassle Again
Darkness. Shuffling and low grumblings are heard. Suddenly a red light shines over a black, skeleton gloved hand holding a needle. Another hand comes and raises the sleeve to reveal a bare arm. Another set of hands ties medical tubing around the bicep of the arm, the veins on the arm slowly emerge. The camera pans up to a skeleton mask.
???: These veins...these veins know. These veins know what is about to be injected into them. They know the power and rage that will flow through them. They know soon they will carry the blood and energy of the Bear and the man they call Grizzly Bob and all the power and wonder the beast and the man hold. Look at them throbbing, begging for the injection, waiting for the moment they were created for to finally arrive. These veins...these veins know that in a few moments their destiny has been achieved.
A hand comes and taps on the wrist to wake up the veins on the arm even more.
???: Who am I? Why have I entered WZCW? Why have I attacked Grizzly Bob and stolen his blood? I am the great Diabolos. I have entered WZCW to destroy the bodies of men and deliver unto the Old Ones, I have attacked and stolen the blood of Grizzly Bob so the Bear will I become. You see, I have had so much time on my hands these last few months, wondering why I have not achieved the greatness that I so greatly desired? Wondered why my hands were not stained in the blood of every man and woman who stood before me.
There's two answers to those questions. The first answer is because while I have hurt and defiled many, I so rarely offered my servings to the Old Ones. They saw what I was doing, saw the chaos I had caused and they were angered with me. Angered that all of this was being done without a single offering to the ones who built and control all.
The second answer came one day while I was watching a nature documentary on grizzly bears. I watched their quickness when they snatched swimming salmon out of a moving stream with ease, I watched their power as they killed and devoured a deer, I watched the fear in every animal's eye who dared cross their path. Since his debut I have watched the rise of Bob, I've seen him strike fear into the mighty Facecrush McSpinesmasher, squeeze the life out of countless opponents, and achieve victory after victory. The connection was so obvious I felt such a fool that I had not seen it before. The Grizzly Bear is great and powerful, it's life force is magnanimous.
Grizzly Bob is the ancestor of the bear, that is the only way a bumbling, redneck mongrel like him could ever be as great as he is.
He raises the needle above his head and stares at the camera.
Diabolos: I shall become the bear. I shall heed the call of the Old Ones and deliver them the bodies and spirits of all mankind.
He jams the needle into his arm and injects the blood into his arm. His eyes close and his head twitches. He stops, his head down. He slowly pulls the needle out of the arm and drops it to the floor. His veins throb and pulsate as he slowly raises his head while laughing to himself maniacally.
Diabolos: I AM THE BEAR! I AM THE CHOSEN SON OF THE OLD ONES! I AM DIABOLOS! They are my legion.
The lights turn on to reveal a room full of men and women dressed in skeleton suits and masks all bowing their heads in his direction. They all fall to one knee in perfect harmony. Diabolos laughs.
[YOUTUBE]wePMYM4av6Q[/YOUTUBE]
Diabolos pulls a cell phone out of his back pocket and answers it.
Diabolos: Hello? Hi Grandma.
Yes I'll be home before curfew.
Yes I know I'm court ordered.
I'm going to see my PO tomorrow.
I'm sure it's fine I'm facing her.
The company knows I'm a registered sex offender, yes.
I promise I wont fondle her breasts.
Or her vajayjay.
Or her bum bum.
I can't sniff her hair? But what it if it she uses Herbal Essences and I can't help myself?
Pfft, fine I promise.
Love you too Gram Gram.
He hangs up the phone.
Diabolos: She didn't say anything about her becoming my first sacrifice did she?
His legion laughs as the scene fades to black.
???: These veins...these veins know. These veins know what is about to be injected into them. They know the power and rage that will flow through them. They know soon they will carry the blood and energy of the Bear and the man they call Grizzly Bob and all the power and wonder the beast and the man hold. Look at them throbbing, begging for the injection, waiting for the moment they were created for to finally arrive. These veins...these veins know that in a few moments their destiny has been achieved.
A hand comes and taps on the wrist to wake up the veins on the arm even more.
???: Who am I? Why have I entered WZCW? Why have I attacked Grizzly Bob and stolen his blood? I am the great Diabolos. I have entered WZCW to destroy the bodies of men and deliver unto the Old Ones, I have attacked and stolen the blood of Grizzly Bob so the Bear will I become. You see, I have had so much time on my hands these last few months, wondering why I have not achieved the greatness that I so greatly desired? Wondered why my hands were not stained in the blood of every man and woman who stood before me.
There's two answers to those questions. The first answer is because while I have hurt and defiled many, I so rarely offered my servings to the Old Ones. They saw what I was doing, saw the chaos I had caused and they were angered with me. Angered that all of this was being done without a single offering to the ones who built and control all.
The second answer came one day while I was watching a nature documentary on grizzly bears. I watched their quickness when they snatched swimming salmon out of a moving stream with ease, I watched their power as they killed and devoured a deer, I watched the fear in every animal's eye who dared cross their path. Since his debut I have watched the rise of Bob, I've seen him strike fear into the mighty Facecrush McSpinesmasher, squeeze the life out of countless opponents, and achieve victory after victory. The connection was so obvious I felt such a fool that I had not seen it before. The Grizzly Bear is great and powerful, it's life force is magnanimous.
Grizzly Bob is the ancestor of the bear, that is the only way a bumbling, redneck mongrel like him could ever be as great as he is.
He raises the needle above his head and stares at the camera.
Diabolos: I shall become the bear. I shall heed the call of the Old Ones and deliver them the bodies and spirits of all mankind.
He jams the needle into his arm and injects the blood into his arm. His eyes close and his head twitches. He stops, his head down. He slowly pulls the needle out of the arm and drops it to the floor. His veins throb and pulsate as he slowly raises his head while laughing to himself maniacally.
Diabolos: I AM THE BEAR! I AM THE CHOSEN SON OF THE OLD ONES! I AM DIABOLOS! They are my legion.
The lights turn on to reveal a room full of men and women dressed in skeleton suits and masks all bowing their heads in his direction. They all fall to one knee in perfect harmony. Diabolos laughs.
[YOUTUBE]wePMYM4av6Q[/YOUTUBE]
Diabolos pulls a cell phone out of his back pocket and answers it.
Diabolos: Hello? Hi Grandma.
Yes I'll be home before curfew.
Yes I know I'm court ordered.
I'm going to see my PO tomorrow.
I'm sure it's fine I'm facing her.
The company knows I'm a registered sex offender, yes.
I promise I wont fondle her breasts.
Or her vajayjay.
Or her bum bum.
I can't sniff her hair? But what it if it she uses Herbal Essences and I can't help myself?
Pfft, fine I promise.
Love you too Gram Gram.
He hangs up the phone.
Diabolos: She didn't say anything about her becoming my first sacrifice did she?
His legion laughs as the scene fades to black.
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