Post by 💀 ＡＰＯＫ 💀 on Mar 27, 2020 11:01:42 GMT -5
The scene fades in to Apokalypse on the, a landline… because he doesn't want The Man listening in. He seems frustrated.
"What do you mean I can't fly?! I'm an American, damnit! … Okay, yeah, I've been to Florida in the last month. … I stood outside of Disney World telling everyone that the end was near. Turns out… I was right. You're welcome, Walt! … I have to get to Denver for SFT Titans. … It's a pro wrestling event. … No, I don't know how it's possible with this pandemic. … So I'm supposed to drive like 14 hours to Denver?! … Thanks for nothing, Spirit Airlines!"
He slams the phone down on the table.
"Spirit Airlines? More like Broken Spirit Airlines! Now how am I supposed to make it to Denver? That's almost a 14 hour drive just to make an example of Jack Jones. Once I pass Las Vegas… there's nothing to see until Denver. It might be my least favorite stretch of highway in the United States. Then… once I'm there… it'll take me less than ten minutes to dismantle young Jack. That's nearly 28 miles round trip for less than ten minutes of work. Is it worth all the trouble?"
"You're damn right it is worth all the trouble! I am on a mission of truth… and destruction… and resurrection! Jack has barely lived his life. He's only 22 years young. If not for the impending Apokalypse… he would have his whole life ahead of him. He might be SFT World Champ again… or perhaps try his hand at ICW. That looks like a good place to work. Maybe… just maybe… I'll head over there once I'm finished with SFT. If I saw correctly… Jay Impact just won the SFT Intercontinental Title. If SFT really wants it back where it belongs… I will happily bring it home."
"Or Jack Jones could get it back. He recently held it for the first time probably. I tried to look into his achievements here and it simply said 'mat technician.' I don't think that's… an achievement… at all. Maybe I'm reading too much into it. Maybe I need to open my eyes and look at what matters: we're all doomed."
"Yes… even the great and powerful Apokalypse. I am not immune to my own destruction. This will take a lot out of me and will require recovery time before rebuilding the world in my image. This isn't all fun and---"
A knock at the door breaks his concentration. He goes to the door and opens it wide. A much smaller man stands before him with a briefcase in hand.
"Hello, Mr. Apokalypse. My name is Larry Durbin. I work in SFT's legal department."
"Please, call me Apokalypse. Mr. Apokalypse was my father."
"Really?"
"No. His name was Charles. Go on…"
"Oh, yes. In filling out all of your paperwork… you left base salary requested blank."
"Yep."
"I think maybe you missed that line."
"Nope."
"Without a base salary… you wouldn't be paid… anything. We can't allow that."
"You'll have to make an exception. I don't want your blood money."
"I don't think my bosses will allow this."
"I don't care what they will allow. I won't accept a dime for this job. I'm not here for the money. I'm here to provide a necessary service to the world."
"I'm sorry, sir. I just don't think---"
Apokalypse slams the door in the man's face.
"No. You don't think. None of you do, in fact. None of you have thought of the ramifications of my existence, let alone my life's mission. Please take me for granted and see where that gets you. Jack Jones, you're the first batter. Don't share into the sun."
The scene fades out to nothing.
"Apokalypse has become banal, a set of statistical risk parameters to everyone's existence."
-Anthony Giddens
