Post by Joey on Dec 7, 2021 17:37:23 GMT -5
The scene is somewhere in the mountains of Colorado. The Rocky mountains. Known far and wide as some of the tallest places in the united states. The atmosphere is thin up there. Always cold, colder now that winter is here. And winter is definitely here. There are a few small towns up there, a few rest areas and not much else.
If it is not yet known. I like secluded areas. I like places where there are not a lot of people. Maybe thats why I considered moving to Alaska. At times I think I might get a little lonely. But I know myself well enough to know that will never happen. I quite enjoy going a few days without having to talk to anyone. Ordering food through the app, having food delivered, no one talks on the phone anymore, people just text. So I could go a week or more without having to say a single word to anyone. And I would very much enjoy that. And with me I enjoy very little.
For example, does anyone think I enjoy wrestling? Much less wrestling someone like Louis Cypher? I do not. He is a man still stuck in the old ways. Stuck in an evil gimmick. Stuck thinking its 1997. But thats ok, everyone has their way. And its not my job to convince you otherwise. No, not all. Currently I am here to teach. But I fear that perhaps the lessons I have to teach are not lessons that some can learn. But I will try. God knows I will try.
Jude drives into a small motel sitting almost on the side of the mountain. Its 6pm and the sun has set. There is nothing but darkness and snow. He pulls in and exits his car with a pair of shorts and a tshirt. He is ready to crawl into bed and sleep for as long as he can. Sleep will be a welcome gift. He walks into the lobby and it seems almost empty except for the clerk at the front. As he nears the check in lobby, he is greeted by a woman in her late 50s. Blond hair not very even, she is a tad overweight and doesn’t even look up from her People magazine as he approaches.
And before he can even say a word, she speaks still not making eye contact.
“Welcome to the Colorado Mariot. It is 99.99 per night, room service is discontinued this evening. Apologies. We have a continental breakfast free, served from 6am-10am. Checkout is at 11am. Will that be cash or card?”
Jude: Card.
“All I need is your card and license or ID.”
He hands them both over. She types it in her computer, still not looking at him. As she is handing them back to him, she finally looks up at him, handing him a key card for his room and says “wait, aren't you?…”
Jude: I am no one.
Jude walks upstairs to the 2nd floor, since his room is 212. That means he is on the 2nd floor. It is a little cold in the hallways, he finally gets to his room. He slides in her cardkey, the light on the door turns green. He opens the door and pushes the door open. The room is what he expected. Like most hotel and motels in the country. A neat room. A twin size bed. A tv with 100 channels. There is always a bible in the nightstand, waiting for someone to read it and heed the good word. But he wonders if the book has ever been open.
He sits on the bed and takes the green bible out of the nightstand. It looks almost new, if not absolutely new. He opens the book and flips through it. Then in one of the last pages, there is some writing at the top of the page, in blue ink. It reads “god please forgive me”.
So, at one point in time, some lost soul wrote that. All I can think is you are asking for forgiveness from a being that does not care. But he smiles at the idea that someone actually opened this bible. At least they did that.
“I don’t particularly like staying hotels and motels. There are too many ghosts in these places. Too much negative energy. I am not one to believe in ghosts, but I know that the older these places there are, that there are indeed ghosts. Some who passed away in a strange place like this, or took their own life. They are stuck here, nowhere to go. In their own self purgatory.”
Jude puts the bible back in its nightstand. He turns on the tv, flips through a couple of channels. Not really paying any attention to what is on.
“So its getting time for me to finally sleep. But I have a few words for Louis. You keep thinking that this match means something for me. It means nothing. You mean nothing. You talk like you have a chance of winning the match. Do you not understand me yet? Let me help you comprehend. You have no chance on Titans. None. Zero. And the reason you are such a loser is simple. Because you think that those dark demons you look up to you will somehow help you or give you some sort of power. They will not. They want you to fail, to give up on life, on god, to give up on yourself and then when you are at your end, they will take you. And then dear Louis, you will see what true hell is really about. It is not what you think it is. There is no wonders to found, no mysteries to be solved. It is just demons and monsters and pain. So much pain. So if that is what you want, let me help you along by giving you a little more pain before the big ones.”
Jude smiles, a waned smile, a tired one.
Fade to Darkness
If it is not yet known. I like secluded areas. I like places where there are not a lot of people. Maybe thats why I considered moving to Alaska. At times I think I might get a little lonely. But I know myself well enough to know that will never happen. I quite enjoy going a few days without having to talk to anyone. Ordering food through the app, having food delivered, no one talks on the phone anymore, people just text. So I could go a week or more without having to say a single word to anyone. And I would very much enjoy that. And with me I enjoy very little.
For example, does anyone think I enjoy wrestling? Much less wrestling someone like Louis Cypher? I do not. He is a man still stuck in the old ways. Stuck in an evil gimmick. Stuck thinking its 1997. But thats ok, everyone has their way. And its not my job to convince you otherwise. No, not all. Currently I am here to teach. But I fear that perhaps the lessons I have to teach are not lessons that some can learn. But I will try. God knows I will try.
Jude drives into a small motel sitting almost on the side of the mountain. Its 6pm and the sun has set. There is nothing but darkness and snow. He pulls in and exits his car with a pair of shorts and a tshirt. He is ready to crawl into bed and sleep for as long as he can. Sleep will be a welcome gift. He walks into the lobby and it seems almost empty except for the clerk at the front. As he nears the check in lobby, he is greeted by a woman in her late 50s. Blond hair not very even, she is a tad overweight and doesn’t even look up from her People magazine as he approaches.
And before he can even say a word, she speaks still not making eye contact.
“Welcome to the Colorado Mariot. It is 99.99 per night, room service is discontinued this evening. Apologies. We have a continental breakfast free, served from 6am-10am. Checkout is at 11am. Will that be cash or card?”
Jude: Card.
“All I need is your card and license or ID.”
He hands them both over. She types it in her computer, still not looking at him. As she is handing them back to him, she finally looks up at him, handing him a key card for his room and says “wait, aren't you?…”
Jude: I am no one.
Jude walks upstairs to the 2nd floor, since his room is 212. That means he is on the 2nd floor. It is a little cold in the hallways, he finally gets to his room. He slides in her cardkey, the light on the door turns green. He opens the door and pushes the door open. The room is what he expected. Like most hotel and motels in the country. A neat room. A twin size bed. A tv with 100 channels. There is always a bible in the nightstand, waiting for someone to read it and heed the good word. But he wonders if the book has ever been open.
He sits on the bed and takes the green bible out of the nightstand. It looks almost new, if not absolutely new. He opens the book and flips through it. Then in one of the last pages, there is some writing at the top of the page, in blue ink. It reads “god please forgive me”.
So, at one point in time, some lost soul wrote that. All I can think is you are asking for forgiveness from a being that does not care. But he smiles at the idea that someone actually opened this bible. At least they did that.
“I don’t particularly like staying hotels and motels. There are too many ghosts in these places. Too much negative energy. I am not one to believe in ghosts, but I know that the older these places there are, that there are indeed ghosts. Some who passed away in a strange place like this, or took their own life. They are stuck here, nowhere to go. In their own self purgatory.”
Jude puts the bible back in its nightstand. He turns on the tv, flips through a couple of channels. Not really paying any attention to what is on.
“So its getting time for me to finally sleep. But I have a few words for Louis. You keep thinking that this match means something for me. It means nothing. You mean nothing. You talk like you have a chance of winning the match. Do you not understand me yet? Let me help you comprehend. You have no chance on Titans. None. Zero. And the reason you are such a loser is simple. Because you think that those dark demons you look up to you will somehow help you or give you some sort of power. They will not. They want you to fail, to give up on life, on god, to give up on yourself and then when you are at your end, they will take you. And then dear Louis, you will see what true hell is really about. It is not what you think it is. There is no wonders to found, no mysteries to be solved. It is just demons and monsters and pain. So much pain. So if that is what you want, let me help you along by giving you a little more pain before the big ones.”
Jude smiles, a waned smile, a tired one.
Fade to Darkness
