Post by Nova Corps on Dec 9, 2022 23:22:35 GMT
EYES OF THE BOOGEYMAN - BOOK ONE
CHAPTER SEVEN: SINK OR SWIM.
"Real Evil is... inconceivable"
Moonlight filtered through the grime-streaked window, giving the old dust filled room a soft blue-white glow. Blotches of mold covered the floral wallpaper in this old bedroom to the point where the flowers were almost unrecognizable...it was almost unbearably sad in a way. With a deep huff, the Shape moved into the old bedroom; eyes scanning the area slowly before her attention was once more drawn to the grimy window. Unlike the other windows in the old, ruined house that was once called home, this one window hadn't been boarded up. Or was it? The Shape looked down towards the broken boards near the window before roughly kicking the pieces of broken wood away. ‘Rotten brats’, she mumbled as she inched closer to the window as if she was compelled by an unknown force. Finally reaching her destination; The Shape gazed out the window, trying to look out through the streaks of grim and smears that found its way to the window over the years. Her bright blue eyes soon go dull as the only thing she could see in the old widow was the Eyes of The Boogeyman herself.
JUDITH shakes her head as she keeps her back turned, only looking back at the camera from the reflection of the smeared glass.
JUDITH chuckled to herself as she finally turned to the camera. Her blue eyes caught the lense and her smile grew.
JUDITH smirked.
The smirk on the face of the BOOGEYMAN faded to a smile. JUDITH’s eyes met the camera once more.
Slowly, JUDITH smirks one last time at the camera before pulling her hood up over her slick dirty blonde hair. The Shape stands there for a moment longer before stalking out of view and out of the musty old bedroom. The scene ends just like it began, in an old dust filled room a soft blue-white glow.
CHAPTER SEVEN: SINK OR SWIM.
"Real Evil is... inconceivable"
Moonlight filtered through the grime-streaked window, giving the old dust filled room a soft blue-white glow. Blotches of mold covered the floral wallpaper in this old bedroom to the point where the flowers were almost unrecognizable...it was almost unbearably sad in a way. With a deep huff, the Shape moved into the old bedroom; eyes scanning the area slowly before her attention was once more drawn to the grimy window. Unlike the other windows in the old, ruined house that was once called home, this one window hadn't been boarded up. Or was it? The Shape looked down towards the broken boards near the window before roughly kicking the pieces of broken wood away. ‘Rotten brats’, she mumbled as she inched closer to the window as if she was compelled by an unknown force. Finally reaching her destination; The Shape gazed out the window, trying to look out through the streaks of grim and smears that found its way to the window over the years. Her bright blue eyes soon go dull as the only thing she could see in the old widow was the Eyes of The Boogeyman herself.
“Just like this house, my past is too grimy and smeared to be seen. Broken. Just a shell of what it was before the Hand of Thorn graced my flesh and made me into the monster, I am today...but that is a story for a different night, I suppose."
JUDITH shakes her head as she keeps her back turned, only looking back at the camera from the reflection of the smeared glass.
"No, tonight is about my future. Tonight, it is about me making my true threat known in the world of INFINITE PRO WRESTLING. See, since the first day I stepped foot in INFINITE PRO WRESTLING, I made it clear that I was here to make sure that this company was my domain. My hunting grounds. Win or lose; I brought pain to all who have stood in my way and made them regret it all. Every last one of them. My claws met flesh and blood was lost. It was all my doing and yet... You believe I am nothing more but a phony? A walking white lie."
JUDITH chuckled to herself as she finally turned to the camera. Her blue eyes caught the lense and her smile grew.
"You can believe in whatever you want, Touchdown. I do not care, honestly. Call me a lie. Call me fake or that I don't scare the life out of the IPW roster but we both know that is wrong. I have stalked these halls since day one, taking my time playing with my 'food' before going for the gold. See, I already know I am one of the best on this roster and now? Now I'm ready to take the Championship that is calling my name: The Natural Openweight Championship.... Yes, for 133 days, you have pranced around this company like you are some sort of God with that Championship strapped around your waist but... What is a God to a nonbeliever? Just a simple man who is way over his head and soon, I'll show you that even you can fall to the Butcher of IPW, Touchdown. And that is what will happen. You will be neatened and bruised by my hands. You think I'm a Lion facing off against a Hyena? Heh, not even close, kid. This is a face between a Great White and a surfer. Every time to make your way into my territory, it's more of a risk you make. You try to keep yourself safe. Trying to keep catching waves to the top and you have caught amazing waves but now? Now you are out too far in the water. The wave is coming for you and so am I, Touchdown. I'm underneath your board and soon? Soon, without a warning...I'm going to knock you over and force you to enter my domain.”
JUDITH smirked.
"It takes One bite. One rip of flesh than the blood will hit the water and I will drag you down to the bottom of the ocean. You are fucked, honestly. And that Natural Openweight Championship will finally be mine. I took my time to reach for that championship and now that I'm here? Oh, I'm not leaving without that gold strapped on my shoulder; that's for damn sure."
The smirk on the face of the BOOGEYMAN faded to a smile. JUDITH’s eyes met the camera once more.
“So... Remember what I said about this old house, Touchdown? How it's filled with grime and smeared with dust. Just a shell of what it used to be? Well just like this home, once my bare hands are pressed against your neck; you will be nothing more than a hollow shell. Broken. Empty. And most importantly, Touchdown; championshipless."
Slowly, JUDITH smirks one last time at the camera before pulling her hood up over her slick dirty blonde hair. The Shape stands there for a moment longer before stalking out of view and out of the musty old bedroom. The scene ends just like it began, in an old dust filled room a soft blue-white glow.