janusd 0 Report post Posted April 6, 2004 With a loud *BANG*, a door swings open. Framed in the doorway, looking mildly disoriented, Terrence Bailey stumbles into his usual travelling apartment, tossing his bag down on the bed. Tossing off his trenchcoat and gloves, the Anti-Heel Machine makes his way into the bathroom, where he turns on the tap. Splashing cold water into his face, Bailey grimaces and runs his hands over his face. ~Crow did a great job of stirring him up, and then...Smarkdown, jesus. He had far too much fun stirring up the interim commissioner. What's his name...Zenon. Christ...I might have to go back to Frood.~ "Hey." The calm voice makes the seven foot Australian pause. Water dripping down his face, he slowly and hesitantly lifts his green eyes to the mirror. His reflection stares back at him - with arms folded and blood-red eyes. Terrence shakes his head with a grimace and rubs his eyes, muttering. "Don't do that." "Do what, Terrence? Attack your precious bird? Freak out that little whiny bitch of a commissioner?" his reflection responds calmly. "You KNOW what I mean." Terrence growls. "Oh, of course. You mean completely fucking with your head and taking over when you don't want me to, don't you?" "Frood said..." The reflection in the mirror - Janus, no doubt - unfolds his arms and stabs a finger against the reverse side of the mirror. Terrence twitches nervously, almost guiltily, as his psychotic alter-ego stares at him. "Frood can eat a Knuckle Bomb next time I see him. We can't work together, Terrence, you know that. Tell me, how did you beat Wildchild for the tag belts?" "I...I... don't recall just how..." "I have two words for you: Hell Crush." Terrence shakes his head, pressing his hands over his eyes, and then rubbing his temples. His reflection continues to stare at him ominously, and the seven foot Anti-Heel Machine puts his hands down on the edge of the sink, staring down the drain as the maniacal alternate personality continued to talk. "Every important win you pulled out hasn't been because of you, Terrence. It's been because of me. You don't really hate me..." Janus purrs. "You're a maniac..." Terrence mumbles. "...a maniac that YOU have been using as a WEAPON, Bailey!" Janus snarls. "You can't defeat anyone on your own anymore! Only I can give you the power!" "Hey...FUCK YOU!" Terrence shouts back, rearing back his right hand and slamming a Knuckle Bomb into the mirror. The glass shatters and fragments, and as the Anti-Heel Machine pulls his hand back and nurses the injuries caused by breaking the mirror, he stares at his reflection. Those red eyes stare back at him, and Janus speaks one more time. "Terrence Bailey... you need me." And then the voice of his psychotic alter ego is gone, leaving Terrence slumped against the wall of the bathroom and nursing the cuts in his right hand. He almost has tears in his eyes as he stares at the fragmented mirror. But it's just his own reflection now...no shadow of the monster lurking within his mind. As he drops to one knee to search the cabinet under the sink for the first-aid kit, those words continue to echo in his mind. "....You NEED me..." Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Crowe 0 Report post Posted April 6, 2004 Hehehehehehehehehe! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I brought out the monster again. Word. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
