In twenty four hours the entire world can turn on its axis, literally as well as figuratively. Thousands of lives can be changed, ended, destroyed, saved, or forgotten. One day is all it really takes to turn a man into a god, or to dethrone an empire. By this time tomorrow, Ichabod will be on his way to King Karnage to face one of the biggest challenges of his life, Triple X. Both men are geared up, trained out, and well prepared for this meeting, and fate, destiny, none of this can control what becomes of each man. The world for now lies in their own hands. Who will take it and mold it into a bright and promising future, and who will be made to surrender that last gasp of breath to the turn of the wheel?
Ichabod shovels one last shovelful of dirt into the hole, then covers it with leaves. He's come to accept the responsibility of this other self, cleaning up his messes and covering up his destruction, knowing that if the other self is caught, he himself will be punished for it.
He leaves the spot in the woods and walks to the edge of the road that cuts through them. There the Monster is parked, and he climbs inside. He shakes his head as he starts the truck and leaves the area behind hopefully for the last time. Something inside him tells him that this isn't the case, but he ignores the thought for now. As he reaches the end of the road, he turns onto the highway and speeds along, thankful for the lack of traffic.
Mere hours lay between us, Triple X. Hours in which to re-examine each other. Hours in which to prepare. Hours in which to try and figure out how the other guy ticks, and to figure out a strategy for taking him out.
Maybe you'll say you have it figured out, that you'll just "smack me around." Fine, say that, think that, believe that. I'm resting pretty comfortably on the fact that your overconfidence and underestimation of me is your demise. You still don't take me seriously enough to face me. Said Satan to the poor preacher who tried to exorcise him, "I know Peter, I know Paul, but who are you?." And that is when Satan destroyed the man. Your biggest mistake is assuming you can control me, control the entire match, without knowing a damn thing about me. Sure, you know my name, what I look like, what I drive, and where I call home. You know a little of my accomplishments, though not many. How does this help you? It doesn't, not in the least.
You don't know what goes on inside my head, with or without the chip. You don't know what I've put myself through to get as big as I am today. You could maybe understand, but you are way too cocky to even try, and that, boy--
Ichabod nearly swerves off the interstate as he comes into consciousness. He looks around himself and sees that he is driving the Monster down an interstate away from Myrtle Beach. He thinks this odd, takes the next offramp. He crosses the bridge and heads back toward the beach.
Who is this man, this Triple X? What made him seek out a challenge in me? I need to check in with Steve and see that he got the plane tickets to this event in WOW. How will the representatives of that federation react to me? This should be quite interesting, seeing my power descend like a bird of prey on yet another organization. That's how you define success, when men representing whole federations seek you out to bring you down. It's happened in the past, and everytime, I've ended up taking the entire place by storm. Not man, nor army has yet been able to stop me. Three little letters that stand for pornography don't stand a chance.
Ichabod reaches for a beer in the glove compartment/cooler conversion and pops the top. He gulps it down, and suddenly nearly chokes. He looks around himself seeing that he is headed back to Myrtle Beach again, when not two seconds ago he was on his way to the upstate.
What the fuck? Hmmm, I must of blanked out for a minute. No matter, I didn't really need to go to Greenville today. Platinum Plus can wait, haha...
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