Post by T.K. Smiles on Sept 26, 2016 2:43:28 GMT
The crackle of wood burning inside the fireplace bounces off the walls of the Smiles household. The light of the fire brightens the small area directly in front of the otherwise dark house and we vaguely are able to make out the shadowy figures sitting on the couch as Ricky and Becca whilst T.K. sits beside them in his classic wooden rocking chair.
T.K. Smiles: Why isn't my failure of a mother answering her phone...
Becca Smiles: That bitch should be more grateful to the man who paid for her husband's medical bills!
T.K quickly rises to his feet and swiftly backhands Becca as hard as he can, sending her crashing from the couch to the floor. She looks up at him, blood dripping from her lip, with sad little puppy dog eyes feeling confused and betrayed.
T.K. Smiles: You will show more respect when you speak of my mother, for only I am allowed to speak ill of my demonic parents. They've done nothing wrong to you! It is I that they have wronged!
Becca slowly raises back up to the couch and licks the blood from her lips. The taste of the blood quickly reforms the smile that had been knocked off her face by T.K and her facial expression changes back to the innocently sadistic look she had before.
T.K. Smiles: Ricky, take my phone and go into the kitchen. Keep ringing Mother and contact me the moment she picks up, understood?
Ricky Smiles: Yes...Master. I...I understand!
Ricky rapidly nods his head in agreement as if his earlier reply weren't enough. T.K. taps his foot on the ground as a sign of impatience and Ricky quickly pops up and takes the phone from his Master's hand before heading towards the kitchen, leaving Becca and T.K. to themselves.
T.K. Smiles: Becca my dear, I have a new mission for you...
The twisted Becca smiles back at T.K. as her eyes glow with happiness. Becca, if it hasn't been obvious, has fallen in love with T.K. over the past several weeks and she would like nothing more than for him to notice her and return those feelings. Any missions he gives her she takes in as a chance to impress him and win him over, even though T.K. has no sexual desires at all. Especially not towards a member of his family.
T.K. Smiles: ... I want you to get a coffin for our newest acquisition in Gillmen to use as a bed once he arrives. Spare no expense, money won't be an issue. I want our future family member to be comfortable on the road to recovery so that I can enjoy breaking him over and over again at my leisure before I've grown bored with him and I ship him off to Remy's house to be his new plaything...
Becca Smiles: But T.K...I thought you wanted Gillmen to join us?
T.K. Smiles: Once upon a time, my dearest daughter. But things change. I've come to realize that when I manage to break his spirit that he'll be just another Ricky...and I have no need for two bumbling buffoons. You see Becc-
Before the Chaotic Clown can finish his sentence he finds himself being cut off by his failed creation Ricky, who runs into the room shortly after screaming T.K's name. An irritated T.K. removes the hair from his face before turning around to face Ricky.
T.K. Smiles: Ricky...how many times have I told you not to interrupt ME?!
Ricky Smiles: S-Sorry Master! I...I have news for you! I spoke with Father...he wasn't aware of any money given to him for his medical bills! His condition...it...it's worsened! Three weeks, he said. Three weeks to live!
T.K. clenches his fists so tightly that his long nails begin to cut into his skin and draw blood. In a fit of rage he throws a hard right hand at Ricky, hitting him in the bridge of his nose and knocking flat on his back and unconscious. Becca laughs maniacally in the background at the mayhem but it quickly cut off by a glare from T.K.
T.K. Smiles: THREE WEEKS?! THREE WEEKS?! ONLY THREE WEEKS?! JUST HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO DO ANYTHING IN THREE WEEKS? MY PLANS NEED AT LEAST A YEAR TO COME TRUE! JUST HOW CAN I MAKE HIM SUFFER THE WAY I HAVE IN THREE WEEKS...
A raging T.K. flips the newly purchased glass coffee table that replaced the old one and shatters it next to a downed Ricky. He then attempts to storm out out of the room only to trip over Ricky's limp body. Enraged and blaming Ricky for his fall, he kicks him repeatedly from the ground before mounting him and punching him in the face several times while Becca once again starts her maniacal laughter as everything goes dark.
Johnny Gillmen...
It's been a long time coming, hasn't it Johnny? Long before I was given extra incentive to leave you to the wolves that are the Redneck Renegades, I've desired nothing more than a one on one opportunity with you...
...a chance to show you true dispair.
You see, Johnny, you make me sick to my stomach. Far more than any virus, bug, or disease ever could, you make me want to throw up. Your goody goody always happy attitude is disgusting! How could somebody as pathetic as you, as lackluster as Johnny Gillmen always be so happy when I...somebody like myself, with a loving family of Smiles by my side am always...
...ALWAYS...
...miserable...
Johnny, I will bring you down to my level. I will make you experience all that I've felt and I will enjoy doing so. Breaking you, tormenting you, destroying you will bring me to the moment in which I have waited for all my life...I will finally be happy.
The joy I'll feel when I dismantle you, piece by piece, will be the first time I've ever felt such a feeling. When I rip off your right ear while screaming into your left...I will smile and truly be happy for the first time since I can even remember. You see Johnny, your entire purpose in life is to make me happy, to please me. Do you understand?
You're not meant to be to be a professional wrestler anymore than I am, you're not the type of person who can or even will succeed in this business, don't you get it? Your entire existence is merely to be my plaything...
And I've changed my mind a bit...you see, while I still desire nothing more than to break you, I've deemed you unworthy of joining my little family. Instead, you will be relegated to Remy's household and used as his personal practice dummy. You'll take all the beatings he needs to dish out in order to properly warm up for his matches, in order to get his blood pumping!
Although we're drastically different in personality, we do have some similarities, don't we Johnny? While you may not be so keen as to admit it, I'm sure you know deep down inside that nobody likes you. I'm sure you know deep down inside your heart that nobody has ever loved you...and that's why you throw on the facade of being perpetually happy, isn't it?
Of course! How could I be so blind?! You're not always happy, nobody can be, instead you're just putting on a face for the people you think are your fans, for the people you believe enjoy watching you...perform. Truth is Johnny, you're not loved anymore than an albino mongoloid midget with severe brain damage. Yes... It all makes sense now, Johnny...My goal is no longer to break you, no, it's something far more enjoyable! My goal now...
...is to reveal your true self to the world!
I will show everybody how you truly feel, how you truly desire nothing more than to fit into places you know you have no right being there, that you want to be accepted for who you are. I will let the world see you in a way you've never been seen before...
...beaten, battered, and depressed.
I will let their reactions and responses to seeing the always joyus hero in his true form be the thing that breaks your spirit, Johnny. You can convince yourself that you're the sun in the eyes of everyone around but you know the truth and I will make you show them that you know the truth at Extreme Endurance!
Fitting name, isn't it? Your spirit has just that! It's endured quite a lot of punishment over the years and it's yet to be broken, but that's only because it's been my job all along. While I may not play no direct hand in the final blow that will break your spirit, I will be more than happy being the catalyst that throws things into motion.
But you know this is going to happen, don't you? You know you can't win, deep down you believe it. You mind tells you every waking minute of your life, and even in your dreams that you have no hope of stopping or even delaying the breaking of your spirit, your soul, because not even Chris King could resist being dethroned by my abilities...and he's much bigger, much...better than you.
Isn't that right, Chris? If you're watching, and I know you are, why don't you meet up with our mutual friend Gillmen before his match and tell him exactly what you felt when I beat you into the darkness and claimed victory.
Do you get it, Johnny, or do I need to cut open your head and staple it to your brain! You. Have. No. Chance.
NO CHANCE AT ALL!
This is my moment, my glory, my time! I will finally be happy, finally be joyous...just thinking about it is making me excited. The pain we'll dish out to each other will be be very...exhilarating. But the final moments when your shoulders are pinned to the mat, and your laying back in a pool of your own blood and teeth will be the pot of gold at the end of my rainbow.
I'm quite excited, I can barely contain myself! Just the mere thought of being happy...what does it feel like, does it make food taste better? Does it make food smell better? What about colors...will they become more vibrant? Tell me, Johnny...tell me what it's like to be happy before I remove your ability to be just that!
I WANT TO KNOW EVERYTHING!
Every. Single. Thing!
I'm curious, and my curiosity must be sated, Johnny. You don't have to tell me now, but soon enough you will show me...show me the answers I seek. Whether you want to or not, you will become the key to the door that has long since been locking away my happiness...and for that...I want to thank you, Johnny.
Because of you, because of your actions, and the consequences that they bring this coming week I will finally achieve something I've never felt before. I'll finally be happy, I'll finally feel something that all children should feel...so Johnny thank you...and...remember...
Smile.
T.K. Smiles: Why isn't my failure of a mother answering her phone...
Becca Smiles: That bitch should be more grateful to the man who paid for her husband's medical bills!
T.K quickly rises to his feet and swiftly backhands Becca as hard as he can, sending her crashing from the couch to the floor. She looks up at him, blood dripping from her lip, with sad little puppy dog eyes feeling confused and betrayed.
T.K. Smiles: You will show more respect when you speak of my mother, for only I am allowed to speak ill of my demonic parents. They've done nothing wrong to you! It is I that they have wronged!
Becca slowly raises back up to the couch and licks the blood from her lips. The taste of the blood quickly reforms the smile that had been knocked off her face by T.K and her facial expression changes back to the innocently sadistic look she had before.
T.K. Smiles: Ricky, take my phone and go into the kitchen. Keep ringing Mother and contact me the moment she picks up, understood?
Ricky Smiles: Yes...Master. I...I understand!
Ricky rapidly nods his head in agreement as if his earlier reply weren't enough. T.K. taps his foot on the ground as a sign of impatience and Ricky quickly pops up and takes the phone from his Master's hand before heading towards the kitchen, leaving Becca and T.K. to themselves.
T.K. Smiles: Becca my dear, I have a new mission for you...
The twisted Becca smiles back at T.K. as her eyes glow with happiness. Becca, if it hasn't been obvious, has fallen in love with T.K. over the past several weeks and she would like nothing more than for him to notice her and return those feelings. Any missions he gives her she takes in as a chance to impress him and win him over, even though T.K. has no sexual desires at all. Especially not towards a member of his family.
T.K. Smiles: ... I want you to get a coffin for our newest acquisition in Gillmen to use as a bed once he arrives. Spare no expense, money won't be an issue. I want our future family member to be comfortable on the road to recovery so that I can enjoy breaking him over and over again at my leisure before I've grown bored with him and I ship him off to Remy's house to be his new plaything...
Becca Smiles: But T.K...I thought you wanted Gillmen to join us?
T.K. Smiles: Once upon a time, my dearest daughter. But things change. I've come to realize that when I manage to break his spirit that he'll be just another Ricky...and I have no need for two bumbling buffoons. You see Becc-
Before the Chaotic Clown can finish his sentence he finds himself being cut off by his failed creation Ricky, who runs into the room shortly after screaming T.K's name. An irritated T.K. removes the hair from his face before turning around to face Ricky.
T.K. Smiles: Ricky...how many times have I told you not to interrupt ME?!
Ricky Smiles: S-Sorry Master! I...I have news for you! I spoke with Father...he wasn't aware of any money given to him for his medical bills! His condition...it...it's worsened! Three weeks, he said. Three weeks to live!
T.K. clenches his fists so tightly that his long nails begin to cut into his skin and draw blood. In a fit of rage he throws a hard right hand at Ricky, hitting him in the bridge of his nose and knocking flat on his back and unconscious. Becca laughs maniacally in the background at the mayhem but it quickly cut off by a glare from T.K.
T.K. Smiles: THREE WEEKS?! THREE WEEKS?! ONLY THREE WEEKS?! JUST HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO DO ANYTHING IN THREE WEEKS? MY PLANS NEED AT LEAST A YEAR TO COME TRUE! JUST HOW CAN I MAKE HIM SUFFER THE WAY I HAVE IN THREE WEEKS...
A raging T.K. flips the newly purchased glass coffee table that replaced the old one and shatters it next to a downed Ricky. He then attempts to storm out out of the room only to trip over Ricky's limp body. Enraged and blaming Ricky for his fall, he kicks him repeatedly from the ground before mounting him and punching him in the face several times while Becca once again starts her maniacal laughter as everything goes dark.
~~ ~~ ~~
Johnny Gillmen...
It's been a long time coming, hasn't it Johnny? Long before I was given extra incentive to leave you to the wolves that are the Redneck Renegades, I've desired nothing more than a one on one opportunity with you...
...a chance to show you true dispair.
You see, Johnny, you make me sick to my stomach. Far more than any virus, bug, or disease ever could, you make me want to throw up. Your goody goody always happy attitude is disgusting! How could somebody as pathetic as you, as lackluster as Johnny Gillmen always be so happy when I...somebody like myself, with a loving family of Smiles by my side am always...
...ALWAYS...
...miserable...
Johnny, I will bring you down to my level. I will make you experience all that I've felt and I will enjoy doing so. Breaking you, tormenting you, destroying you will bring me to the moment in which I have waited for all my life...I will finally be happy.
The joy I'll feel when I dismantle you, piece by piece, will be the first time I've ever felt such a feeling. When I rip off your right ear while screaming into your left...I will smile and truly be happy for the first time since I can even remember. You see Johnny, your entire purpose in life is to make me happy, to please me. Do you understand?
You're not meant to be to be a professional wrestler anymore than I am, you're not the type of person who can or even will succeed in this business, don't you get it? Your entire existence is merely to be my plaything...
And I've changed my mind a bit...you see, while I still desire nothing more than to break you, I've deemed you unworthy of joining my little family. Instead, you will be relegated to Remy's household and used as his personal practice dummy. You'll take all the beatings he needs to dish out in order to properly warm up for his matches, in order to get his blood pumping!
Although we're drastically different in personality, we do have some similarities, don't we Johnny? While you may not be so keen as to admit it, I'm sure you know deep down inside that nobody likes you. I'm sure you know deep down inside your heart that nobody has ever loved you...and that's why you throw on the facade of being perpetually happy, isn't it?
Of course! How could I be so blind?! You're not always happy, nobody can be, instead you're just putting on a face for the people you think are your fans, for the people you believe enjoy watching you...perform. Truth is Johnny, you're not loved anymore than an albino mongoloid midget with severe brain damage. Yes... It all makes sense now, Johnny...My goal is no longer to break you, no, it's something far more enjoyable! My goal now...
...is to reveal your true self to the world!
I will show everybody how you truly feel, how you truly desire nothing more than to fit into places you know you have no right being there, that you want to be accepted for who you are. I will let the world see you in a way you've never been seen before...
...beaten, battered, and depressed.
I will let their reactions and responses to seeing the always joyus hero in his true form be the thing that breaks your spirit, Johnny. You can convince yourself that you're the sun in the eyes of everyone around but you know the truth and I will make you show them that you know the truth at Extreme Endurance!
Fitting name, isn't it? Your spirit has just that! It's endured quite a lot of punishment over the years and it's yet to be broken, but that's only because it's been my job all along. While I may not play no direct hand in the final blow that will break your spirit, I will be more than happy being the catalyst that throws things into motion.
But you know this is going to happen, don't you? You know you can't win, deep down you believe it. You mind tells you every waking minute of your life, and even in your dreams that you have no hope of stopping or even delaying the breaking of your spirit, your soul, because not even Chris King could resist being dethroned by my abilities...and he's much bigger, much...better than you.
Isn't that right, Chris? If you're watching, and I know you are, why don't you meet up with our mutual friend Gillmen before his match and tell him exactly what you felt when I beat you into the darkness and claimed victory.
Do you get it, Johnny, or do I need to cut open your head and staple it to your brain! You. Have. No. Chance.
NO CHANCE AT ALL!
This is my moment, my glory, my time! I will finally be happy, finally be joyous...just thinking about it is making me excited. The pain we'll dish out to each other will be be very...exhilarating. But the final moments when your shoulders are pinned to the mat, and your laying back in a pool of your own blood and teeth will be the pot of gold at the end of my rainbow.
I'm quite excited, I can barely contain myself! Just the mere thought of being happy...what does it feel like, does it make food taste better? Does it make food smell better? What about colors...will they become more vibrant? Tell me, Johnny...tell me what it's like to be happy before I remove your ability to be just that!
I WANT TO KNOW EVERYTHING!
Every. Single. Thing!
I'm curious, and my curiosity must be sated, Johnny. You don't have to tell me now, but soon enough you will show me...show me the answers I seek. Whether you want to or not, you will become the key to the door that has long since been locking away my happiness...and for that...I want to thank you, Johnny.
Because of you, because of your actions, and the consequences that they bring this coming week I will finally achieve something I've never felt before. I'll finally be happy, I'll finally feel something that all children should feel...so Johnny thank you...and...remember...
Smile.
Well howdy there pardner.