Loki: AHHHHHHH. AHHHHH. WHAT IS THIS? WHAT IS THIS?
Creed over the sound system: WITH ARMS WIDE OPEN...WITH ARMS WIDE OPEN…
Loki: MAKE IT STOP! MAKE IT STOP!
Audience member: Will you shut up! I paid 5 dollars for this seat!
Loki: WHY WOULD YOU LISTEN TO THIS!
Audience member: Look, pal. I will have you know that this is an award winning band!
Loki: WHERE IS THE OWL GOD? WHERE IS HE?
The entire crowd seems to turn and face Loki, the music has stopped.
Creed: The Owl God bids you welcome to your night of horror. If you survive the night, you will be provided the next clue as to where he may be. Enjoy the show.
Loki: AHHHH! BASTARD, OWL GOD!
Creed: Hello my friend we meet again It's been awhile, where should we begin?
Loki: NO! NO! NOT MY SACRIFICE!
A dark and mysterious...and large figure waddles in the shadows of the rafters above: He will come to know pain, be broken by it.
The band continue to play their set as Loki begins to strike his head off of the chair in front of him, praying, begging, to be rendered unconscious. Before the saving act can be finalized he is scooped up by the crowd, surfed towards the very front for a better experience.
The camera pans to the announce team.
These two had a lot to say tonight.
Talking only goes so far, lets see this ring work.
Sophia Ortiz vs Heather Angelo
The camera pans to the announce team.
Ok.
We see you.
The scene opens on figure sat down on the floor by one of the emergency escapes of the building. Hard to tell if he's sleeping or just completely out of it.
Jim Black Excuse me, you can't sit the- Well you look terrible.
??? Yeah, believe it or not I've noticed that.
Jim Black What no throwing furniture around or going nuts?
With the lighting properly adjusted Wrex can be made out, even with a week of rest still looking like he was hit by a car. Wouldn't be a surprising thing around here.
Wrex No, not tonight Jim.
Jim Black Who are you and where did you put Wrex.
Wrex Heh, he's not around right now, Ed messed him up pretty badly.
Jim Black Well how are feeling, apart from looking halfway in the grave.
Wrex Horrible. I'm just.. I don't know. Heads all over the place. Last week's just finally bringing last year into perspective.
Jim Black What do you mean?
Wrex Just looking back on it all. Where did I go so goddamn wrong. Did I lose my motivation? Seems when I was just another rookie I did everything I could at eleven. Putting so much work into getting somewhere. And when I did. I just started losing, and losing. Then just when I think I'm getting somewhere again. Boom, brick wall. I mean last time I went against Big Ed, I had him. 200 something backyarder from good old Glasgow had a giant dead to right, and round two when I should of been prepared to finish the job. I'm destroyed.
Wrex Maybe that backyarder part has something to do with it. Without the energy to prove something my actual skill was just that. Hardcore indie level P*ss poor bulls**t. I got no idea Jim. And it's doing my head in.
Jim Black Maybe just those breaks caused ring rust?
Wrex Ring rust? I wish I could just chock it up to that and call it a day. But I know it's not that. I've.. asked for a couple weeks off. Need to heal up and.. figure it out. I've been missing something for too long, and going to some indie sh*thole where they can't tell ass from elbow isn't where I'm going to find it.
Jim Black How are you going to manage that?
Wrex I.. I don't know. I got nothing, I'll just take a walk and see where it leads me. Sorry, for throwing crap at you.
Jim Black That mean you're going to stop now?
Wrex No.. No promises.
The scene closes on Wrex dragging his corpse up from the ground and exiting out into the night. Ignoring the blaring alarms from the open door. Someone else's problem.
