A sharp thud echoes slightly in the dark oak door of the hotel. The roomservice attendant opens the door and nearly gets a dart in the eye. She drops her towels and ducks as the dart plunges into the wall of a room opposite "Ichabod's." He laughs and takes the towels from the stunned maid, then shuts the door. As it shuts, a picture can be seen on the inside of the door; a picture of Reverend, Ichabod's own brother, full of darts. "Ichabod" sits on the bed and unfolds the towels from the washcloths. He selects one of each and puts the rest on a shelf. He tries to picture the match on Monday with Richard Gazinya.
It has been a long while since last I stepped foot into a wrestling ring. Years even. But there is no rust, for this entire time I have been slowly but surely building myself up. Plotting, researching, training as well as I could. For what is wrestling but movement? And what is movement but a control of the brain? By working my brain to that of one far superior to any man's, I have become the superior of any person that can be put before me, able to outwit even the most intelligent of men.
Gazinya is proving to be less than a challenge for me then. With each phrase that he utters, more and more of his stupidity becomes apparant. Surely, any man is stupid compared to me, but this man, he makes the imbeciles of the world look elite.
Ichabod will be the champion once again come this Monday, and as for my knowledge, one of the only to be WoW Champion twice. The glory will be his once again, Gazinya will lie defeated at his feet. The bad part is, Ichabod won't be there to witness it at all.
"Ichabod" stands and walks toward the bathroom with the towel and washcloth. He steps into the shower, marvelling at the feel of the water on his new flesh. The scars that mark "Ichabod's" body do not bother him as he continues the wash. When he is finished he steps out and breathes in the steamy air. All the sensations seem clearer and fuller than he remembers from his past, and he dresses in a tanktop, black training pants with double white stripes on each side, and soft wrestling shoes. He grabs his gear and leaves the room. As he heads downstairs, people seem to avoid him. There is a new gait in his step as he walks, as if he is living life to its fullest now and has no regrets.
"Ichabod" steps into the gym ready to test out his new body. He chooses and leg lift machine and goes to work. It isn't long before he is sweating against the strain. Sweat, a new idea for him. He continues to smile as he works out and thinks to himself.
Gazinya I thought you'd said your peace, but no you still have a whole load of shit to air on live video feed and I'll be honest, its still boring drivel. I see you aren't going to make this easy on yourself, you still want me to deal with you like every other tiny fool who stood in my path over the past two years. I'd say I'm tired of it, but I'd obviously be lying. Its great entertainment to put little whiny punks like you in their places. I know about the history you have with Ichabod, and really it matters nothing to me at all. I thought I'd made it perfectly clear to you that you are not dealing with Ichabod, so why is it that you continue to dwell on him and his accomplishments? Really are you that fucking obsessed with him that you can't devoid your fantasies of him?
Or maybe you just can't accept the facts of the situation. I can understand that, not many people can grasp what is going on. Zero thinks he knows. He doesn't. You yourself even say you are going to have your little vertically challenged assistant hit me with chairs and whatnot as if its going to help you and knock me out of Ichabod's head.... Wait a minute, did I hear that right? You actually are admitting inviting someone to interfere in the match to help you? Now thats really sad, Dick. Really sad. You don't need him, Richard, either one of them. You can get your ass whipped all by yourself, you don't need two midgets to piss me off more.
Warming to the workout, "Ichabod" switches to bench pressing.
You may as well know that I'll not be fighting the same way as Ichabod. I have my own set of moves that I like to use. I'm not saying you won't see a Bitch Thump or a Euphoria, but the way you are used to Ichabod fighting isn't going to matter. No amount of studying on your part will help you because you have no idea who I am... Why do I even waste my time telling you this? You are still obsessed with Ichabod and think there may still be a way to bring him around. Ichabod is dead, I live. For all purposes, I just look like him. You are walking out on a ledge you've never seen before, Dick. Your fall is inevitable, and nothing will save you. And it will be I who lead a team into Ring Wars, not you. And my legacy will be secured as I become the undisputed WOW Champion.
"Ichabod" finally grows silent but continues to work out, loving the strain on his alien muscles. The scene closes as he attacks a bear machine..
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