Post by Staff Guy on Apr 14, 2021 17:35:29 GMT -5
Mirror, mirror I: Difference |
Stephen Stratford |
human beings in a mob
[ A room full of mirrors, darkness reflecting darkness.
Mere glimmers as a glint of light catches.
A match is struck against an abrasive surface, and a thousand flames light up in all of the pieces of shattered mirror. ]
what's a mob to a king?
[ Stephen Stratford ]: Is this how you imagined it would be?
[ A painted face illuminates in the mirrors as the match comes close to his face. The flame licks against the wooden stem of the matchstick, leaving a coil of ash at the top as it works itself through the kindling. ]
[ Stephen Stratford ]: When you covered Xavier Wolf in downtown New Orleans, and that belt was draped over your shoulder, [ deep breath ] at.. long.. last.. ?
what's a king to a god?
[ Darkness, as the match dwindles into extinction. ]
[ Id ]: A year in the making, every step meticulously planned.
[ The older, unkempt, rough looking face of Id lights up in some of the mirrors that had previously been dark. ]
[ Id ]: Everything we planned for, piece after piece, fell into place just as we expected.
what's a god to a non-believer
[ Id disappears, and then we see the silhouette of The Producer, Joe Montuori, back to the Protagonist. ]
[ The Producer ]: To get to Heaven, Mr. Stratford, one thing is for sure, you’re going to need your wings..
[ All of a sudden, a large pair of bright white wings spread across all of the mirrors like a mosaic, flapping in the wind. The mirrors start to merge together until we see a large panoramic vision of a clean and crisp Stephen Stratford in his wrestling gear, angel wings strapped to his back, floating over The Coliseum in Los Angeles, the venue for Stairway 2 Heaven. ]
who don't believe in anything?
CRASH~!
[ Bryan Dyamond’s baseball bat shatters the reformed panorama, the same bat taken from Damon Riggs by Stratford and used to destroy him. The angel explodes into a thousand shards, and the bloodied face of Stephen Stratford on his knees looking up at the victorious Xavier Wolf at Stairway 2 Heaven breaks through. ]
[ Stephen Stratford ]: All plans need contingency.
will he make it out alive?
[ The Painted Devil version of Stratford says, whispering to the defeated Stratford, before stepping on his neck. ]
[ Stephen Stratford ]: Fate twists in certain ways. Truths revealed themselves that otherwise wouldn’t have. The taste of victory wouldn’t have been so sweet if not for the bitterness of disappointment. And as the sliding doors adjusted the fabric of space and time, a new path revealed itself.
[ The faces disappeared from the mirrors. A new one replaced them. ]
alright, alright
[ Demi Stratford ]: Was it worth it, darling? To throw it all away? For twenty pounds of gold and the weight of the world on your shoulders?
[ Demi pouted, exaggerating her fake sorrow. ]
[ Stephen Stratford ]: You don’t understand. You never understood.
[ Stephen reflects in some mirrors, Demi in others, looking at each other. Her response echoes. ]
no church in the wild
[ Demi Stratford ]: Would it make a difference if I did?
[ Demi Stratford ]: Would it make a difference if I did?
[ Demi Stratford ]: Would it make a difference if I did?