Post by 💀 ＡＰＯＫ 💀 on May 15, 2020 7:39:56 GMT -5
Different than usual but much of the same. Apokalypse is in his private gym, lifting incredibly heavy things, continuing to mold his massive muscles. A young lady is running on a treadmill at an incredibly fast pace. She gradually slows down the pace and takes a drink from her water bottle. Apok puts down his heavy things and takes a drink from his water bottle.
"Are you Jimmy John's? How are you so freaky fast?"
"Genetics."
"I'm sorry… I don't… uhh… remember much about your mother."
"It's okay. She doesn't remember much about you either."
"Well, she might be part cheetah. That explains a lot."
They share a laugh as she slows the treadmill down to stop.
"Ya know… this place is really cool. So quiet. I don't have to worry about guys staring at me."
"It'll be a little different once I can open back up the academy… but if anyone even looks at you… they're dead."
"Oh come on, dad. I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself."
That's right. Apok has a kid. She's already pretty grown. MTV said it was fine for kids to have kids. Whatever.
"I know you can. You're a fighter. Even though I wasn't around… you still carry a lot of my traits."
"Not being around and not knowing I existed are two different things. Had you known about me… would you have been there for me?"
"How I am now, yes. Back then… I don't know. I was young… dumb… and obsessed with pro wrestling. I was going to let nothing stop me from being the best. I just don't know… how I would've reacted to… you."
"That's fair. Mom said that's partly why she didn't tell you about me."
"That makes sense. I probably wasn't ready to be a father back then. I'm happy to have a chance to make up for it now."
Okay. This shit is getting too fuckin' sappy. Way too real. Let's get down to business. Scene fades to Apok in full gear, in the promo room, with red lighting or whatever.
"Louuuuuuuuis Cyyyyyyyypher!!! Come out an plaaaaayyyyy!!!"
"No? Nothing? Okay. Cool. I guess it's another round of me rambling about being a badass while you hide under the covers. Am I some kind of boogeyman to you, Lou? That wasn't what I was going for… but I'll take it. Here I was hoping you'd be a man and declare yourself as a true challenger to this belt that I haven't officially won yet. Instead… you're just going to lay down and let me walk all over you?"
"Weird strategy, Luce. Maybe you're just playing possum and you're gonna unexpectedly kick my ass at Titans. Maaayyyybe you're just plotting my demise in total secrecy… but I doubt that. You saw up close when I handed you a victory over Jay Impact just how tough I am. You're intimidated. You're feeling inadequate. You're feeling like Old Yeller and I'm Travis Coates, loading up my weapon to put you down on Titans. You've walked a long, lonely road and it's time for you to rest. Don't worry, pal. I'll write up a heartfelt eulogy for ya."
"Just kidding!
"Louis Cypher worked way too hard to never be great. He won a bunch of titles from weak mortals. He was the sharpest tool in the Playskool garage. He was put out of all of our misery by the man, the myth, the legend, the conqueror, the beast, the machine, the monster, the god, the soon-to-be Undisputed Strike Fantasy Towers Intercontinental Heavyweight Champion of the Universe… APOKALYPSE!"
"That all took more effort to say than you will be putting into our match, Lucifer. You're busy sitting on your ass… eating shrimp cocktails… researching some bullshit demon from 700 years ago like it has any relevance to today. That's a bunch of bullshit. Louis… you're not some deep thinker. You're just a dumb, lazy mortal. Now you're spreading yourself too thin. You are obligated to wrestle twice within a week… and you're going to sloth your way through both matches."
"Within one week… I have six matches spread out between three federations. You can't comprehend working as hard as me… but why would you need to? You're on cruise control here. You show up… do your job… and mosey on home. Wash. Rinse. Repeat. You have spoken so lackadaisically about your match at Inferno… and followed up with an absolutely false claim that you're more concerned with taking what will soon officially be MY championship."
"So please… Lou… come at me with everything in your arsenal. I dare ya. I double dog dare ya! Whatever shit you've got… it pales in comparison to Apokalypse almighty! On Tuesday in the City of Angels… your kingdom of evil will crumble!"
The end?
”Apokalypse is the eye of a needle, through which we pass into a different world.”
- George Zebrowski
- George Zebrowski
