Post by Jon Moxley / The Wyatt Family on Feb 14, 2016 18:24:58 GMT -5
Who are you?
"Follow the buzzards....."
What buzzards? Who were Troy's false brothers? Why was he transfixed by that bright swirling light emanating from the lantern that sat in the middle of the ring?
It took him a week, but Troy identified what bothered him about the disembodied voice; whoever it was, it said Troy was lost. That part was actually kind of true. Troy was definitely lost. Floating aimlessly from city to city, match to match, getting his ass kicked.
But Troy's mind would wander to how. How did this man seem to understand Troy?
'Who are you?'
The thought entered Troy's mind over and over again, permeating his mind. The voice had referred to the New Age as Troy's false brothers. And he reluctantly agreed. He felt truly separate from the New Age. The lesser. The weaker link. So here was a man offering help. A horrified Troy almost felt like he was agreeing with the mysterious man.
'Who are you?'
***
'Who are you?'
Troy stares at his reflection quizzically.
'You're a fuckup. A great example of wasted potential. You claim to try your hardest but you get fucked over again and again. You are lost.
He was right. You are LOST.'
Troy squeezes his eyes shut and turns his head in an almost involuntary movement, as if he can't stand to look at himself.
'Who are you?'
'You are Troy Motor, the Great Disappointment.'
***
"Who are you?"
Troy looks into the camera. Looking at the audience watching through the lens.
"Who is..... 'Latoya'? And why does she think fighting me right now is a good idea? I've got some guy harassing me and I've been pissed on and screwed over every match after WrestleMania..... And here I am going up against a newbie in the opener. Yeah. Thanks a lot Joey."
There's a bitter edge to Troy's voice with every word.
"I'm fine, alright? Just because some lantern appeared in the ring.... it didn't get to me."
He was obviously lying.
"I'm fine.
I'm fine.
I am fine!"
"Follow the buzzards....."
What buzzards? Who were Troy's false brothers? Why was he transfixed by that bright swirling light emanating from the lantern that sat in the middle of the ring?
It took him a week, but Troy identified what bothered him about the disembodied voice; whoever it was, it said Troy was lost. That part was actually kind of true. Troy was definitely lost. Floating aimlessly from city to city, match to match, getting his ass kicked.
But Troy's mind would wander to how. How did this man seem to understand Troy?
'Who are you?'
The thought entered Troy's mind over and over again, permeating his mind. The voice had referred to the New Age as Troy's false brothers. And he reluctantly agreed. He felt truly separate from the New Age. The lesser. The weaker link. So here was a man offering help. A horrified Troy almost felt like he was agreeing with the mysterious man.
'Who are you?'
***
'Who are you?'
Troy stares at his reflection quizzically.
'You're a fuckup. A great example of wasted potential. You claim to try your hardest but you get fucked over again and again. You are lost.
He was right. You are LOST.'
Troy squeezes his eyes shut and turns his head in an almost involuntary movement, as if he can't stand to look at himself.
'Who are you?'
'You are Troy Motor, the Great Disappointment.'
***
"Who are you?"
Troy looks into the camera. Looking at the audience watching through the lens.
"Who is..... 'Latoya'? And why does she think fighting me right now is a good idea? I've got some guy harassing me and I've been pissed on and screwed over every match after WrestleMania..... And here I am going up against a newbie in the opener. Yeah. Thanks a lot Joey."
There's a bitter edge to Troy's voice with every word.
"I'm fine, alright? Just because some lantern appeared in the ring.... it didn't get to me."
He was obviously lying.
"I'm fine.
I'm fine.
I am fine!"
