~The subject will be brought to terms with his past~
Ichabod walks into the main room of his hotel and stops dead. What he sees there confirms his fears of earlier today... he is going insane.
He had come in from a workout at a local gym to find several unmarked boxes in the lobby of the hotel. The clerk had asked him to sign for the boxes, and he had, thinking maybe it was the tapes he'd ordered of his opponents matches. As the personnel lugged the boxes up to his room, Ichabod had jumped in the shower to clean the sweat off of himself. When he came out, the boxes were lined up and stacked in his hotel room ready for opening. He ripped the first box open in anticipation. What he saw there shook him worse than he could imagine. He picked up a framed picture. In the frame was a picture of him with his arm around Selena. He pulled out another picture, one of himself standing with Wicked D, HC Lenny, Grimm, Selena, Tim Gorder, Talena, and Zen. He turned the box of pictures over and ripped open the next box. Inside were trophy replicas of the IPWF IC Title, the RDW HC, US, and World Titles. Ichabod began ripping through the boxes, finding more and more of the shit he used to own, shit he had thought was destroyed when he demolished his condo. His head had begun to spin as he tore through them, and he suddenly collapsed. That was all he remembered.
Now he stands in the center of the room, seeing no mess. Instead, he sees that every item has been placed neatly around the room. The pictures are hung on the wall, the belts placed above the fireplace, all of his things set up as if he had put them there himself. Ichabod walks straight to the door and walks out, down the thirty flights of stairs and out into the street, across to the other side, and picks up the payphone.
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I'm not going to let this thing stop ringing Steve...
Steve picks up the phone.
Yeah?
Don't hang up. What the FUCK is happening to me??? My shit is here.
Your shit? What the fuck are you talking about?
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Steve runs through his systems trying to do what he can to speed up the results. Ichabod needs to know what is happening to him, or his chances at Gladiator, everyones chances at Gladiator, are going to take a serious turn for hell. The part that concerns him is the dismantling of the tackling dummy after envisioning B-Pac, someone he should know well, and not remembering who B-Pac was. And how did his destroyed belongings end up... "finding him?" It is all too weird, and Steve is beginning to feel sorry for the men he used to train Ichabod to destroy.
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