Post by Nova Corps on Nov 5, 2022 23:12:48 GMT
EYES OF THE BOOGEYMAN - BOOK ONE
CHAPTER 5: A BRAND NEW NUMB.
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The scene fades into a hotel room in WALES where the Devilish Duo of JUDITH and JULES KING [or a more common name the world may know her as to JUDITH’s Beloved BLADE] stayed for JUDITH’s upcoming match in Infinite Pro Wrestling. It was early evening and it already looked dull in the sky. The Team was already relaxing from a long flight from DALLAS where they defended their JET TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS. Her hand gripping the handle of the butcher knife. 'Stupid. Pathetic. How dare you think like this so much....' She thought, stabbing the cold blade into the wooden table as footsteps echoed behind her.
JULES KING
"Would you not stab the furniture, Jude? That is sort of rude and I would rather not pay for damages...again..."
Her BLADE purred as she gracefully made her way past the large woman. JUDITH only grunted at the request but respectfully removed the steel from the wood. A weak smile hit the face of Jules as she sat near the BUTCHER.
JULES KING
"So, what's wrong with you? You seem lost in thought way too much."
JUDITH cracked her neck with one of her large hands before leaning back against the couch, staying quiet for a moment before her ice-cold eyes flicker up at her BLADE.
JUDITH
“This match tomorrow night...standing near the bitch that stole my Championship away from me. I’m trying to hold back the rage and keep my head leveled so I DON'T stab each and every motherfucker in this match. Everything I have done in this Company has been nothing but horseshit. I’ve been fucked out of so many spots and opportunities die and to top it all off I get my APEX NEXT LEVEL CHAMPIONSHIP taken away. Pathetic. Disgusting. All those little rats running around Infinite Pro Wrestling, acting like that are such big deals but, in their hearts, they know they are nothing but pawns in this game of death.”
The BUTCHER shakes her head as her dark hair sways along with her. Jules stares at her best friend before moving slowly toward the larger woman. It was like walking towards a wounded animal. Get too close and you may lose a hand or worse --- your life. With a gentle touch, her BLADE places her hand onto the shoulder of the BUTCHER.
JULES KING
“There, there my Jude. Why don’t you just relax. Don’t stab anything over a dead company’s Championship. It means nothing to anyone anymore. It's just a waste of space now. Utter trash. It's time to move on, Boogie.”
Another grunt leaves the body of the BOOGEYMAN while Jules frowns as her phone buzzes, letting her know the time.
JULES KING
“I’m just saying, Jude... anyway, let me go get our food. The Ubereats guy is here. I’ll be right back.”
With that, The BLADE gave another squeeze to the shoulder of her BUTCHER before walking towards the door. JUDITH sat there in silence for a moment before the door opened and closed, leaving The BOOGEYMAN alone in the hotel room.
JUDITH
“She doesn't understand this. No one does. I put so much blood on the line for that championship and to be forced to defend it in this company? Stupid. It is nothing but bullshit but....so be it, as they say. I was given a new odession. A new Championship. The Infinite Pro National Openweight Championship. Now this championship has been in my light of sight before but back then....I wasn't thinking straight. My mind was clouded by this dull fog that made my eyes bleed. All I wanted was to skin each person alive...the championship did not matter to me but now? Now it's all I want. I have held gold and now I want more. Having the Next Level Championship along with my current JET Tag Team Champion has made me more than a threat. The bloodstains that I have painted on those Championships will not compare to the bloodbath I plan to dip the Infinite Pro National Openweight Championship into once it is resting on my shoulder. That annoying bastard ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN thinks he can keep that Championship from my grasp, but he will be proven wrong very soon. See, ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN and I may have been in the ring together before in the beginning of IPW and yes, he had the upper hand with his partner in his corner but this time, I’m focused and prepared for both of them. They are not strong enough to beat me now. No Mind game that will screw with me. I am ready to drag them into their own personal hell.”
The BUTCHER laughs to herself but the laugher does not meet her cold stare.
JUDITH
“And tomorrow? While TOUCHDOWN has IPW’s beloved Heavyweight Champion MYOJIN by his side; it still won't be enough to stop the rage inside my soul. I will not stand here and take another loss in this pathetic company nor from the halfwits it produces. I am charged up. I see red. Like Blood on bright gold. This is going to be the moment that IPW sees that THE BOOGEYMAN is more than the monster that lives under you're bd....She is also the monster inside your fuckin head.”
Finally, The eyes of the BUTCHER meet the lens of the camera.
JUDITH
“ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN...MYOJIN, I hope you both are truly ready for the rain of hell that is coming towards you tomorrow---because come hell or highwater, I plan on beating the unholy hell out of one of you. Hell, it could even be my tag partner of the week. At this fuckin point, I just want to get my hands on someone's neck and show the world I am ready to a Murderous Champion once again...”
With that, JUDITH Smiles to herself as the door opens up behind her. The voice of her BLADE can be heard as the view of the BUTCHER becomes blurry. The scene fading to black.
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FIN.