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Nothing around can be seen. The smell of pine is eminent. The sound of a cricket chirruping in the air. The breaking of fine stiff needles beneath his feet. As he reaches his hand out he can feel rough bark. Ichabod had changed positions since the last time he was seen on camera. Now he is in another time zone altogether. He wants to keep moving, keep fresh. Last night, a dream had come to him, and in this dream Necron had spoken. He seemed to be in a ramshackle building, and he had spoke volumes of... well of nothing really. Emptiness and a simple challenge. Ichabod had taken the time to come up with a well defined stipulation that would cater to what Necron had seemed to want. Necron had come back with a request for a no holds barred match. No holds barred, how simple and stupid an idea. As if weapons hadn't come into play in nearly every match Ichabod had been in. Ichabod had remembered every detail of the dream upon waking, and the thing that stuck out most was how Necron had seemed satisfied that he had gotten the better of Ichabod with help.
A mindgame. A mindgame?! So, by your definition, Necron, that match, the interference by three of your friends, was a mindgame? That's really pathetic. I've played mindgames that shocked the world. Mindgames that confused people's realities, made them tear their hair out by the roots, and you want to call three people interferring a mindgame? I used to think that you were a worthy opponent when it came to mindgames. You don't even seem to know what a mindgame is.
Ichabod stops walking and sighs in frustration. But something comes over him as he laughs a little.
And Tim... you're going to try and pin that on me. You forget that your buddy Spatter had me in an accident so that I wouldn't show up for that match. How odd it is that you came across the dead body of Tantric Tim, who, when I had the accident, hadn't even been a part of this federation yet. I was leaving the show when that accident happened, and Tim wasn't on the roster that night. You're accusations are full of holes Necron. If you are this master of mindgames, maybe you ought to think things out a little better. Ya know, thinking is a big part of the mindgame. Think before you speak, or I'll catch every detail and ram it right back down your throat, you dumb son of a bitch.
And oh, I noticed how you seemed to have a vision directly of where I was. Come on, I say redwood, and you are in a redwood forest. I say I'm near I'm in a facility, and boom Spatter is there. How fucking contrived is that? I bet I'll tomorrow you'll find a way to say you were here in this forest of pines the whole time watching me as I spoke.
Ichabod pfts. He's pretty sure that Necron has run out of ideas, and whatever reason he has had for stalking Ichabod in his little game has run about dry. Necron was grasping at straws now that Ichabod had him by the balls, and Sunday he was cornered. No one has agreed to be Necron's lumberjack yet, and it would probably be just Spatter and Mr. Black. Spatter was easy, Judas could take him. Mr. Black, well if Ichy's other lumberjacks so far, Deidre, Rammer, Seneca, and Rammer, the NWWO, were attentive, Mr. Black shouldn't be a problem.
I accept your terms, but I've got to know, how is that I built no momentum in the match until it was over, yet you couldn't take me out alone? Maybe its because you didn't give me a reason to amount a good offense until three other guys jumped in to help you take out one little pointless monkey.
And while we're on the subject of things I want to know, when did you ever take out the Revelation? The only dealings I remember you having with them was when Brimstone accepted nearly half of the original members into Dark Force, and they screwed him and the others over. Heh, I love those guys, they're like loose cannons. Wait! I know, you mean when you ran half of us down with your hearse in that graveyard. Funny, I had you pretty much hurting from one little move until... what was it... oh yeah! Someone interfered. Well that someone goes head to head with Deidre this week, so it looks like we get double revenge on the show.
Ichabod laughs heartily now.
And to think I used to fear you in some small way. What is there really to be afraid of? That you'll steal my dreams. Take them, I don't care. They aren't real anyway. And neither are you. Thats right, I don't believe in you, Necron. You are a fake and a phony and I'm going to expose you, one way or another. The last time was a fluke. Everything was fresh and I'd been out of action for months. Now I'm ready, and you are going to feel the wages of sin at my hands. Just like all the others I'll crush you under my bootheel, and as I take everything I've got to you, you'll fall before me in a pitiful pool of self remorse and disbelief. Believe in me, Necron, for I am more real, more close to the answer than you'll ever be. Trust in that.
Ichabod turns and crunches a little farther, and then turns on a light. He's in a room, dry spaghetti noodles all over the floor. Bottles of Pine-sol have been poured all over the place, and the moulding is made of a beautiful bark.
What about that pine forest you were sending your mind to, asshole? Yeah, thought so. Wait, before you even say it. You knew. I know. Manipulation is the greatest, and you fell for it. Deny it all you want, you thought I was in the forest. Deny it, its what I want. Make yourself the puppet dancing in my design for a change, not the other way around. Then we know how things really stand. See ya on Sunday, ya fuckin choad.
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