Post by scottyadams on Jul 13, 2020 21:26:58 GMT -5
Date: 7/7/2020
Location: Memphis, Tennessee
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(Why am I here? What is the purpose of a trip to the heart of rocky top country, when everything else is in lockdown? What essential service could I be seeking, that I couldn't get back home in Auburn? Or even in the state of Alabama for that matter?
Well, that's if you classify it as being 'essential'. Let's start from the top, shall we. Why am I here? The answer to this is simple. Simplier than you might believe.
I'm actually here on business pertaining to Adams Enterprises. Yes, I know what you might be thinking - why isn't Bianca here then? Isn't she as important to the functioning of Adams Enterprises as I am? The answer to that is even simpler - she elected to stay home.
Make sure that everything at home is held down, whilst I partake in this venture. Plus, with Amelia and Chilli both around and trying to cope with lockdown - it was best she stayed back.
As for *what* this business with Adams Enterprises is - I cannot reveal that to you at this time. For this is all confidental until the time comes for it to be enacted. What I *can* tell you is - you'll definitely be desiring the outcome of this project. It's something that will benefit *all* walks of life once we release it.
Plus, being out here also serves to give me the chance to think about everything. To allow myself an escape from the pain. The agony my body has been in, since the lights dimmed at ShowCase. It's the sort of agony that has made me question myself.
Not because I cannot handle it - I can. I've been through worse in my life. Both inside and outside of the ring, but because I'm not the man I once was. My body isn't at the level of health it was when I was 22-23 any more.
The scars, the pain the pulsates through me is gonna stick, instead of being water off a duck's back as it has in the past.
I'm aware of that, yet it's just like I told Bianca before I left to come to Memphis. It's what needs to happen. It is the reason everything is falling into place. Any damage I take, is merely collateral.)
"It's what needed to happen. I knew this was the route I was bound to take."
(Stating this, or if I am to be more accurate here with my statement, reaffirming this to myself, I let a soft sigh leave my lips. Glancing around the setting of this hotel room. Yes, I'm actually staying in a hotel for once instead of an apartment. It's honestly easier this way, as I'm only staying here for 2 days.
Well, today and tomorrow so no real use in attaining an apartment. Plus, the room service is always a plus. Even *I* can enjoy the more, shall we say, petty things life has to offer us.
Sitting back in this nylon sofa, I allow myself a deep breath as I close my eyes slightly, allowing the pain to pulsate through my body. Especially my already arthritic left knee. The same knee that took the full brunt of the exposed turnbuckle against Xavier.
Opening my eyes, I glance towards the TV remote on the right armrest before grasping it in my right hand. Pondering whether or not to turn it on; scan through the channels for a show like NCIS or Law and Order. Yes, I love those 2 shows - in fact, I'm a crime buff in general. Whether it be shows based in reality or sensatialised.
If it's a crime show, chances are - I've watched it. They're the only shows I honestly watch on TV, outside of sports and the occasional news report. Right now though, most of the shows on the TV appear to be either news shows or telemovies. Neither of which interest me.)
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Location: Saint Paul, Minnesota.
(Imogen sits in her sofa, staring at the piece of paper resting upon her lap. A scribble of a house design - or rather, something resembling a house design, on the sheet. It's for the house that she is building on the outskirts of town. Or well, *was* building before the current coronavirus pandemic slowed down progress.
On the plus side however, it has given her more time to work on the smaller; more precise details that would otherwise be overlooked. Or even overlooked outright. At the same time, however, it is a *major* source of frustration for her.)
#Ugh#
(Groaning, she softly pushes the notepad onto the armrest next to her. Attempting to figure out the exact dimensions she wishes for the master bedroom to be. A task that she has been mulling over the past 3 days. Normally, she would go with the dimensions of her current bedroom. 28 metres by 13 metres but to her - that is too small.
Especially as she wants to place a mini studio in the room. So that she can edit and record videos, whether that be for her own personal usage/YouTube channel or for Adams Enterprise related business.)
#No. That wouldn't work#
(She utters this to herself, as she considers whether 30 by 22 metres would be an option, realising that it would make the room and the house look obtuse. Something that would trigger the fashionista inside of her.)
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Location: Memphis, Tennessee
(Having realised that nothing that is worth watching is on TV, I turn it off before pushing myself outta the sofa and pivoting my body towards the door. Preparing to walk outside of a bit of fresh air and answer the 3 missed calls I currently have.
Calls, from an unknown number. Well, the number showed up - but I don't know who it is. Hence 'unknown number'.
Anyone who knows me, knows I usually don't answer the phone unless it's an Adams enterprise member or an associate calling. Oh, or a potential business deal. So, numbers like this are bound to simply be left as missed calls. *However* this time. This time it's a tad different.
You see, there's a wind of change sweeping through the corridors of OPW. A wind that you cannot truly see or feel right now, yet you know it exists. So you wait. Patiently for the moment it decides to reveal itself. The hour it decides it wishes to sweep through; turn everything on its head. One, that has been implimented by not just myself - but some people deep within the fabric of OPW.
People, whose identities will become known when the time comes for them to be. As such, this number might just be pertaining to the change. The cure, as some might call it. Pressing the green 'call' button, I hold the phone close to my ear. Waiting for the other side to answer.)
Other Side: Hey Scott.
"Yo"
(I respond, as I nod my head, hearing the words the other person has stated.)
"Yeah. The moment is ripe for the wheels to be set into motion. For the seeds, to begin blossoming."
(Smirking, I open the hotel room door, pivoting to the right as I continue to walk.)
"Trust me, they don't even have the slightest of clues what is coming their way. Of the storm that awaits. Nor will they, until they are entrapped within it. Just as it has been designed."
(I softly laugh to myself, the words stated radiating within my mind.)
"Id is but a feeble soul. Claiming to stand for causes, yet falling for anything that is brought to him. He has no ability to comprehend the task that stands before him. The causes that supposedly bind him together."
(I nod once again, as I continue walking down the hall.)
"Of course I have. I always do. Why else do you believe I'm always 3 steps ahead? Why I have *every* circumstance mapped out? That doesn't come by itself."
(I hear laughter, as my mind begins flickering. Noting that as of recent times, I really haven't been myself. No, not in preparation, but in *execution*. Something, that the person on the other end has also noted.)
"I'm aware. I'm not gonna blame anyone but me for that. I've allowed those acts to occur. Much like I allowed Brandon to reinvite himself into the realm. To claim back his supposed kingdom. The one I razed to the ground and watched go up in flames."
(Reaching the hotel's exit, I push the door open as I feel the hot; stiff breeze connect with my skin. Feeling my shoes hit the pavement, I continuing listening to what the voice on the other side of the phone has to say.)
"Don't worry, Brandon will be dealt with when the time comes for him to. No sooner. He'll realise that he's playing *my* game. A game that will submerge him within his final chamber."
(I laugh to myself, continuing to walk down the footpath. Looking around at the vacant; empty street surrounding me. A street that prior to this pandemic, was a have of activity. I must admit it though, but I prefer it this way. I've never been big on the whole 'fame' aspect of wrestling.
It's just not who I am, or what I'm about. I've always been a person who would rather lead from the shadows. Pull the strings behind the scenes and let everything play into the machine I have devised. I'm inherently a very insular person.)
"Don't worry. At ShowCase, Id is the sole focus. He is the man who has been thrown into the flames; as such, he is the man who shall take the wander into the abyss. Anything else, will be dealt with when the time calls for it to be so."
(I smirk slightly, as I pull the phone from my ear.)
"I'll see ya soon."
(Placing my phone back into my pocket, I glance forward. An icy cold look in my eyes as I softly laugh.)
"Id, welcome to *my* world. A realm, where you will have no choice but to either validate your cause - or fall before it. Can you handle that? Can you bring yourself to rise, as the walls collapse? As your terminus draws oh so near?"
(I pause, taking a deep breath.)
"We'll see."
(With that, the setting slowly fades, yet there is a single word that appears on the blank screen. Sticking out like a sore thumb.)
"Cure"
(It is then, that the scene finally fades.)
(End).
Location: Memphis, Tennessee
---
(Why am I here? What is the purpose of a trip to the heart of rocky top country, when everything else is in lockdown? What essential service could I be seeking, that I couldn't get back home in Auburn? Or even in the state of Alabama for that matter?
Well, that's if you classify it as being 'essential'. Let's start from the top, shall we. Why am I here? The answer to this is simple. Simplier than you might believe.
I'm actually here on business pertaining to Adams Enterprises. Yes, I know what you might be thinking - why isn't Bianca here then? Isn't she as important to the functioning of Adams Enterprises as I am? The answer to that is even simpler - she elected to stay home.
Make sure that everything at home is held down, whilst I partake in this venture. Plus, with Amelia and Chilli both around and trying to cope with lockdown - it was best she stayed back.
As for *what* this business with Adams Enterprises is - I cannot reveal that to you at this time. For this is all confidental until the time comes for it to be enacted. What I *can* tell you is - you'll definitely be desiring the outcome of this project. It's something that will benefit *all* walks of life once we release it.
Plus, being out here also serves to give me the chance to think about everything. To allow myself an escape from the pain. The agony my body has been in, since the lights dimmed at ShowCase. It's the sort of agony that has made me question myself.
Not because I cannot handle it - I can. I've been through worse in my life. Both inside and outside of the ring, but because I'm not the man I once was. My body isn't at the level of health it was when I was 22-23 any more.
The scars, the pain the pulsates through me is gonna stick, instead of being water off a duck's back as it has in the past.
I'm aware of that, yet it's just like I told Bianca before I left to come to Memphis. It's what needs to happen. It is the reason everything is falling into place. Any damage I take, is merely collateral.)
"It's what needed to happen. I knew this was the route I was bound to take."
(Stating this, or if I am to be more accurate here with my statement, reaffirming this to myself, I let a soft sigh leave my lips. Glancing around the setting of this hotel room. Yes, I'm actually staying in a hotel for once instead of an apartment. It's honestly easier this way, as I'm only staying here for 2 days.
Well, today and tomorrow so no real use in attaining an apartment. Plus, the room service is always a plus. Even *I* can enjoy the more, shall we say, petty things life has to offer us.
Sitting back in this nylon sofa, I allow myself a deep breath as I close my eyes slightly, allowing the pain to pulsate through my body. Especially my already arthritic left knee. The same knee that took the full brunt of the exposed turnbuckle against Xavier.
Opening my eyes, I glance towards the TV remote on the right armrest before grasping it in my right hand. Pondering whether or not to turn it on; scan through the channels for a show like NCIS or Law and Order. Yes, I love those 2 shows - in fact, I'm a crime buff in general. Whether it be shows based in reality or sensatialised.
If it's a crime show, chances are - I've watched it. They're the only shows I honestly watch on TV, outside of sports and the occasional news report. Right now though, most of the shows on the TV appear to be either news shows or telemovies. Neither of which interest me.)
---
Location: Saint Paul, Minnesota.
(Imogen sits in her sofa, staring at the piece of paper resting upon her lap. A scribble of a house design - or rather, something resembling a house design, on the sheet. It's for the house that she is building on the outskirts of town. Or well, *was* building before the current coronavirus pandemic slowed down progress.
On the plus side however, it has given her more time to work on the smaller; more precise details that would otherwise be overlooked. Or even overlooked outright. At the same time, however, it is a *major* source of frustration for her.)
#Ugh#
(Groaning, she softly pushes the notepad onto the armrest next to her. Attempting to figure out the exact dimensions she wishes for the master bedroom to be. A task that she has been mulling over the past 3 days. Normally, she would go with the dimensions of her current bedroom. 28 metres by 13 metres but to her - that is too small.
Especially as she wants to place a mini studio in the room. So that she can edit and record videos, whether that be for her own personal usage/YouTube channel or for Adams Enterprise related business.)
#No. That wouldn't work#
(She utters this to herself, as she considers whether 30 by 22 metres would be an option, realising that it would make the room and the house look obtuse. Something that would trigger the fashionista inside of her.)
---
Location: Memphis, Tennessee
(Having realised that nothing that is worth watching is on TV, I turn it off before pushing myself outta the sofa and pivoting my body towards the door. Preparing to walk outside of a bit of fresh air and answer the 3 missed calls I currently have.
Calls, from an unknown number. Well, the number showed up - but I don't know who it is. Hence 'unknown number'.
Anyone who knows me, knows I usually don't answer the phone unless it's an Adams enterprise member or an associate calling. Oh, or a potential business deal. So, numbers like this are bound to simply be left as missed calls. *However* this time. This time it's a tad different.
You see, there's a wind of change sweeping through the corridors of OPW. A wind that you cannot truly see or feel right now, yet you know it exists. So you wait. Patiently for the moment it decides to reveal itself. The hour it decides it wishes to sweep through; turn everything on its head. One, that has been implimented by not just myself - but some people deep within the fabric of OPW.
People, whose identities will become known when the time comes for them to be. As such, this number might just be pertaining to the change. The cure, as some might call it. Pressing the green 'call' button, I hold the phone close to my ear. Waiting for the other side to answer.)
Other Side: Hey Scott.
"Yo"
(I respond, as I nod my head, hearing the words the other person has stated.)
"Yeah. The moment is ripe for the wheels to be set into motion. For the seeds, to begin blossoming."
(Smirking, I open the hotel room door, pivoting to the right as I continue to walk.)
"Trust me, they don't even have the slightest of clues what is coming their way. Of the storm that awaits. Nor will they, until they are entrapped within it. Just as it has been designed."
(I softly laugh to myself, the words stated radiating within my mind.)
"Id is but a feeble soul. Claiming to stand for causes, yet falling for anything that is brought to him. He has no ability to comprehend the task that stands before him. The causes that supposedly bind him together."
(I nod once again, as I continue walking down the hall.)
"Of course I have. I always do. Why else do you believe I'm always 3 steps ahead? Why I have *every* circumstance mapped out? That doesn't come by itself."
(I hear laughter, as my mind begins flickering. Noting that as of recent times, I really haven't been myself. No, not in preparation, but in *execution*. Something, that the person on the other end has also noted.)
"I'm aware. I'm not gonna blame anyone but me for that. I've allowed those acts to occur. Much like I allowed Brandon to reinvite himself into the realm. To claim back his supposed kingdom. The one I razed to the ground and watched go up in flames."
(Reaching the hotel's exit, I push the door open as I feel the hot; stiff breeze connect with my skin. Feeling my shoes hit the pavement, I continuing listening to what the voice on the other side of the phone has to say.)
"Don't worry, Brandon will be dealt with when the time comes for him to. No sooner. He'll realise that he's playing *my* game. A game that will submerge him within his final chamber."
(I laugh to myself, continuing to walk down the footpath. Looking around at the vacant; empty street surrounding me. A street that prior to this pandemic, was a have of activity. I must admit it though, but I prefer it this way. I've never been big on the whole 'fame' aspect of wrestling.
It's just not who I am, or what I'm about. I've always been a person who would rather lead from the shadows. Pull the strings behind the scenes and let everything play into the machine I have devised. I'm inherently a very insular person.)
"Don't worry. At ShowCase, Id is the sole focus. He is the man who has been thrown into the flames; as such, he is the man who shall take the wander into the abyss. Anything else, will be dealt with when the time calls for it to be so."
(I smirk slightly, as I pull the phone from my ear.)
"I'll see ya soon."
(Placing my phone back into my pocket, I glance forward. An icy cold look in my eyes as I softly laugh.)
"Id, welcome to *my* world. A realm, where you will have no choice but to either validate your cause - or fall before it. Can you handle that? Can you bring yourself to rise, as the walls collapse? As your terminus draws oh so near?"
(I pause, taking a deep breath.)
"We'll see."
(With that, the setting slowly fades, yet there is a single word that appears on the blank screen. Sticking out like a sore thumb.)
"Cure"
(It is then, that the scene finally fades.)
(End).