Post by Jeremy The Wicked on Aug 26, 2023 23:06:32 GMT -5
Jeremy The Wicked sits on a lawn chair situated atop the roof of the Electric City Wrestling School in the blazing late-summer sun, it's so bright and hot that he gradually loses the ability to tell where he ends and the sunlight begins. He squints, but to no avail, he is blinded by the light. The most primal expression of the awesome power of nature.
Not long after, the sun still burns and Jeremy burns with rage. The Shadow begins to speak to him from deep within himself.
Shadow:
Are you ready to let me take over yet?
Jeremy ignores this voice bouncing around in his head.
Shadow:
You can't ignore me. I have ways of making you listen.
Jeremy sits silently, absorbing the energy of the sun radiating into his skin. The source of all in this solar system.
Shadow:
Very well then…
Jeremy is plunged into a dark morass once again, this time he hasn't been delivered there via a knock on the head, instead he is seized and yanked down by the shadow.
Slowly he sinks, everything that surrounds him is hidden in pitch black darkness but eventually, he can make out a bit of light. Jeremy waves his limbs and swims toward the light. It is like a small circular window only with less than defined edges.
Jeremy peers into this window and he is instantly pulled or zapped through.
Jeremy is sitting at a desk at school. His clothes are tattered and dirty and the other kids sit around him and tease and insult him.
Kid:
What's that bullshit on your backpack, a Pearl Jam patch? Pearl Jam sucks. They're old as Poop!
The kids all laugh as Jeremy tries to hide his face in his bag which sits atop the wooden desk.
Other Kid:
I heard that Jeremy here is adopted and his real Mom is in an insane asylum. What a freak.
Just then, the voice of the Shadow speaks from an even deeper place within Jeremy.
Shadow:
What do you want to do? What are you going to do, Jeremy? Cry? Or are you going to show these fools you aren't to be taunted. Are you going to show your fangs, finally? Or do you need me to do it?
Jeremy:
No! I'll do it.
Yet Another Kid:
What did you say, freak? You'll do what? You're a loser man and you're always going to be one. You so desperately want to live up to your family name… you want to prove you belong as a Jupiter. You can't even win one match.
In this realm of darkness where the Shadow is king, the present bleeds into the past, bleeds into the present. In this black ocean beneath it all, time itself is much like a single moment where Jeremy The Wicked can simultaneously be 13 years old, sitting in a classroom in 2010 and be 26 years old, being taunted for his two less than victorious outings here in Thunder Pro Wrestling. It all ends up melding together.
The children's faces slowly begin to melt and morph into more sinister features.
Shadow:
I'll ask you again. Do you want me to do it? Or will you take care of this?
Jeremy The Wicked:
Get out of my head!
Kid:
Look at the freak! Talking to himself. He's a psycho just like his mommy!
Shadow:
What do you say?
Jeremy The Wicked:
Fine. Take the wheel.
Shadow:
Thank you. You won't regret this decision.
Jeremy stands up, well, at least his body stands up. He is overcome by the Shadow now. This Shadow which is king, its nature is utterly undenial. The power Jeremy feels is exhilarating, yet at the same time he isn't driving. His body morphs from that of his 13 year old self, gangly and underdeveloped to his present state. A ripped lunatic with shaved head.
Jeremy's eyes glow red and the children all rise from their desks and scatter in a state of fear and panic and like a lion stalking his prey, Jeremy stalks these children who can only run as far as the Shadow will grant them to. He is a man who has come fully into his own nature. His darker nature and him are now one. Inseparable. A hulking presence impervious to their scolding and slander now.
Jeremy grabs the first kid that started mouthing off to him. He lifts the child off of his feet holding a fist full of his collar. Snow begins to fall around him and the child becomes a man. The Baron of Scotia, a military adversary of Jeremy's ancestors, Jeremiah the Wicked, ruler of the kingdom of Schenectia on the planet Nibiru. The classroom setting becomes a bronze age village on another world that was lost to time after being set ablaze, pillaged by King Jeremiah The Wicked's forces.
Jeremiah runs a sword through the Baron of Scotia's belly and a moan of agony escapes the Baron's lips followed by a death rattle as Jeremiah pulls his sword out and the Baron's hot guts spill out on the snow at Jeremiah's feet.
Shadow:
You know the truth, your Mother wasn't speaking crazy when she told your Father isn't from here. And it isn't just happenstance that you ended up adopted into the Jupiter namesake. The distant descendants of the Roman god Jupiter, torchbearer of Zeus before him. Just like Odin brought Loki of Jotunheim into the hallowed halls of Asgard. A beast dwells in the house of lords.
And just like Loki, you possess something none of the other gods of the old Norse possessed either. Me. The Shadow. The darkness of your soul distilled into an internal pitch no one can match. You possess a special kind of madness. A holy madness.
Loki used it to shape shift and deceive, he brought life to the terrible giants that had drowned when Ymir was slain in the form of his Offspring. A rebirth of the foul titans.
Now, take this lesson and know that I am always beside you.
The world begins to melt away and soon Jeremy The Wicked is back to himself, he is no longer a prehistoric king on another world. He floats within the black morass once again but feels a tug upward. The Shadow is no longer in control, it seems. Soon Jeremy rises up out of the waters of the subconscious and into the blazing daylight yet again.
Jeremy The Wicked gets up and heads inside.
Not long after, the sun still burns and Jeremy burns with rage. The Shadow begins to speak to him from deep within himself.
Shadow:
Are you ready to let me take over yet?
Jeremy ignores this voice bouncing around in his head.
Shadow:
You can't ignore me. I have ways of making you listen.
Jeremy sits silently, absorbing the energy of the sun radiating into his skin. The source of all in this solar system.
Shadow:
Very well then…
Jeremy is plunged into a dark morass once again, this time he hasn't been delivered there via a knock on the head, instead he is seized and yanked down by the shadow.
Slowly he sinks, everything that surrounds him is hidden in pitch black darkness but eventually, he can make out a bit of light. Jeremy waves his limbs and swims toward the light. It is like a small circular window only with less than defined edges.
Jeremy peers into this window and he is instantly pulled or zapped through.
Jeremy is sitting at a desk at school. His clothes are tattered and dirty and the other kids sit around him and tease and insult him.
Kid:
What's that bullshit on your backpack, a Pearl Jam patch? Pearl Jam sucks. They're old as Poop!
The kids all laugh as Jeremy tries to hide his face in his bag which sits atop the wooden desk.
Other Kid:
I heard that Jeremy here is adopted and his real Mom is in an insane asylum. What a freak.
Just then, the voice of the Shadow speaks from an even deeper place within Jeremy.
Shadow:
What do you want to do? What are you going to do, Jeremy? Cry? Or are you going to show these fools you aren't to be taunted. Are you going to show your fangs, finally? Or do you need me to do it?
Jeremy:
No! I'll do it.
Yet Another Kid:
What did you say, freak? You'll do what? You're a loser man and you're always going to be one. You so desperately want to live up to your family name… you want to prove you belong as a Jupiter. You can't even win one match.
In this realm of darkness where the Shadow is king, the present bleeds into the past, bleeds into the present. In this black ocean beneath it all, time itself is much like a single moment where Jeremy The Wicked can simultaneously be 13 years old, sitting in a classroom in 2010 and be 26 years old, being taunted for his two less than victorious outings here in Thunder Pro Wrestling. It all ends up melding together.
The children's faces slowly begin to melt and morph into more sinister features.
Shadow:
I'll ask you again. Do you want me to do it? Or will you take care of this?
Jeremy The Wicked:
Get out of my head!
Kid:
Look at the freak! Talking to himself. He's a psycho just like his mommy!
Shadow:
What do you say?
Jeremy The Wicked:
Fine. Take the wheel.
Shadow:
Thank you. You won't regret this decision.
Jeremy stands up, well, at least his body stands up. He is overcome by the Shadow now. This Shadow which is king, its nature is utterly undenial. The power Jeremy feels is exhilarating, yet at the same time he isn't driving. His body morphs from that of his 13 year old self, gangly and underdeveloped to his present state. A ripped lunatic with shaved head.
Jeremy's eyes glow red and the children all rise from their desks and scatter in a state of fear and panic and like a lion stalking his prey, Jeremy stalks these children who can only run as far as the Shadow will grant them to. He is a man who has come fully into his own nature. His darker nature and him are now one. Inseparable. A hulking presence impervious to their scolding and slander now.
Jeremy grabs the first kid that started mouthing off to him. He lifts the child off of his feet holding a fist full of his collar. Snow begins to fall around him and the child becomes a man. The Baron of Scotia, a military adversary of Jeremy's ancestors, Jeremiah the Wicked, ruler of the kingdom of Schenectia on the planet Nibiru. The classroom setting becomes a bronze age village on another world that was lost to time after being set ablaze, pillaged by King Jeremiah The Wicked's forces.
Jeremiah runs a sword through the Baron of Scotia's belly and a moan of agony escapes the Baron's lips followed by a death rattle as Jeremiah pulls his sword out and the Baron's hot guts spill out on the snow at Jeremiah's feet.
Shadow:
You know the truth, your Mother wasn't speaking crazy when she told your Father isn't from here. And it isn't just happenstance that you ended up adopted into the Jupiter namesake. The distant descendants of the Roman god Jupiter, torchbearer of Zeus before him. Just like Odin brought Loki of Jotunheim into the hallowed halls of Asgard. A beast dwells in the house of lords.
And just like Loki, you possess something none of the other gods of the old Norse possessed either. Me. The Shadow. The darkness of your soul distilled into an internal pitch no one can match. You possess a special kind of madness. A holy madness.
Loki used it to shape shift and deceive, he brought life to the terrible giants that had drowned when Ymir was slain in the form of his Offspring. A rebirth of the foul titans.
Now, take this lesson and know that I am always beside you.
The world begins to melt away and soon Jeremy The Wicked is back to himself, he is no longer a prehistoric king on another world. He floats within the black morass once again but feels a tug upward. The Shadow is no longer in control, it seems. Soon Jeremy rises up out of the waters of the subconscious and into the blazing daylight yet again.
Jeremy The Wicked gets up and heads inside.
