Post by Jon Moxley / The Wyatt Family on May 18, 2016 17:17:01 GMT -5
"apocrypha; noun; biblical or related writings not forming part of the accepted canon of Scripture."
He looked into the abyss. And the abyss, it looked back into him.
Troy extended his hand forwards, reaching towards the bright light that flickered ever so gently. His wide eyes were pleading for release. His voice was caught in his
throat.
failure
"Wake up."
Back to reality.
He was staring into the face of the man he wanted to hate, but after so many days of captivity he couldn't bring himself to hate it. Bray Wyatt smiled widely, bringing his hand up to touch Troy's cheek, somehow making every movement comforting yet oh so sinister-
"Good morning, brother. I certainly hope you are ready to start the day. Today is quite important. Today, we complete your training."
Troy felt strong hands untying him from the wall, but Bray never broke eye contact, and neither did Troy. He couldn't. No matter how hard he tried, it was like his eyes were paralyzed. Bray turned around quickly and marched out of the shed. Luke Harper put Troy's arm around him and helped him walk. Troy squinted as the bright sunlight, unblocked by the leaves of the trees high above, assaulted his eyes, which had become so used to the darkness.
Bray was walking slowly, humming to himself and observing the few people that walked around the immediate area. They came to a large barn, and Bray slid open the creaking door with the severely peeling red paint. The barn was bare, it's space only occupied by a single chair. Troy could just barely see what appeared to be wire taped along the chairs length.
Luke set Troy down on the chair gently, and then strapped him in. Troy didn't struggle. Bray sang.
"Into the mercy seat I climb
My head is shaved, my head is wired
And like a moth that tries
To enter the bright eye
I go shuffling out of life
Just to hide in death awhile
And anyway I never lied...."
Luke set some sort of helmet down to Troy's head, and strapped it under his chin.
Bray was staring at Troy again. Bray wasn't smiling. Troy locked eyes with him.
"Killswitch." Bray spoke gently.
A scream, ripped straight from Troy's soul. Spots danced in front of his eyes. Electricity traveled into his skull and throughout his body.
"Abigail. Camelot. Sierra. Joseph. Robert." Bray said unemotionally.
Troy's mind went blank, from the pain or the words Troy would never know. The electricity stopped, and Troy's eyes locked with Bray's own eyes once more.
"Who is Troy Motor?" Bray asked softly.
"Failure." Troy's voice cracked.
"Who is Beno?"
"Beginning of the end."
"Who is Bob Cena?"
"Enemy." Bray laughed at Troy's reply.
"Joey?"
"Enemy."
"Trianna?"
"Enemy."
"And your win over Beno at WrestleMania?"
"Apocrypha."
Troy fell asleep.
***
On Monday, 4 hours before Monday Night RAW, a video file appears on ThyWWE.com, entitled "nightmares transmogrify into reality." The video file was up for an hour and was also posted on the ThyWWE Twitter with the caption "he has been found."
***
Nightmares Transmogrify into Reality
"Ladies and gentlemen. Hello." Bray Wyatt smiles. The room he's in is dark and smoky and lit in a sepia toned light. "My name is Bray Wyatt. Perhaps you've seen me before. I am here to announce that tonight, RAW will have a very special guest."
Bray steps out of the way of the camera, and we see a man sitting in a chair, his head tilted downwards. He's wearing a sheep mask, obscuring his face.
"Tell them your name." Bray says off camera.
"Troy..... Motor....." The man says, his voice only just barely audible.
"What is happening tonight, Troy?" Bray asks. There's a pause, as if Troy is thinking of the answer.
"Destruction."
"Yes, yes, destruction." Bray laughs. He steps in front of the camera, once again blocking the view of Troy.
"Troy has been put into a match against both CM Punk and Latoya. Formidable opponents in their own right, correct Troy? But this isn't the old Troy Motor, oh no no...." Bray laughs. "The old Troy Motor died with a 1-2-3 at WrestleMania, didn't he? Troy died with a victory. The new Troy Motor has been molded from nothing by my own hands. The new Troy Motor lives up to his once false promises. The new Troy Motor has been inducted into my family."
Bray turns and lifts Troy's head up so he's staring at the camera. Bray removes the mask, revealing Troy's pale face and bloodshot eyes. Bray removes his hand from Troy's head and Troy stays staring at the camera.
"Troy, your rise has been forecast. Your destruction has been predicted. We will march in, you and Harper as my Horsemen in my new Apocalyptic world. Tonight, marks the beginning of the true new age."
Bray steps out of the shot once again, and Troy smiles, his eyes still staring at the camera.
"Family.... is not... Joey or Bob or Trianna." Troy speaks the words in his raspy voice.
"We're here." Bray says off camera, as the image dissolves into the static and rapid fire images that has become associated with Bray.
He looked into the abyss. And the abyss, it looked back into him.
Troy extended his hand forwards, reaching towards the bright light that flickered ever so gently. His wide eyes were pleading for release. His voice was caught in his
throat.
failure
"Wake up."
Back to reality.
He was staring into the face of the man he wanted to hate, but after so many days of captivity he couldn't bring himself to hate it. Bray Wyatt smiled widely, bringing his hand up to touch Troy's cheek, somehow making every movement comforting yet oh so sinister-
"Good morning, brother. I certainly hope you are ready to start the day. Today is quite important. Today, we complete your training."
Troy felt strong hands untying him from the wall, but Bray never broke eye contact, and neither did Troy. He couldn't. No matter how hard he tried, it was like his eyes were paralyzed. Bray turned around quickly and marched out of the shed. Luke Harper put Troy's arm around him and helped him walk. Troy squinted as the bright sunlight, unblocked by the leaves of the trees high above, assaulted his eyes, which had become so used to the darkness.
Bray was walking slowly, humming to himself and observing the few people that walked around the immediate area. They came to a large barn, and Bray slid open the creaking door with the severely peeling red paint. The barn was bare, it's space only occupied by a single chair. Troy could just barely see what appeared to be wire taped along the chairs length.
Luke set Troy down on the chair gently, and then strapped him in. Troy didn't struggle. Bray sang.
"Into the mercy seat I climb
My head is shaved, my head is wired
And like a moth that tries
To enter the bright eye
I go shuffling out of life
Just to hide in death awhile
And anyway I never lied...."
Luke set some sort of helmet down to Troy's head, and strapped it under his chin.
Bray was staring at Troy again. Bray wasn't smiling. Troy locked eyes with him.
"Killswitch." Bray spoke gently.
A scream, ripped straight from Troy's soul. Spots danced in front of his eyes. Electricity traveled into his skull and throughout his body.
"Abigail. Camelot. Sierra. Joseph. Robert." Bray said unemotionally.
Troy's mind went blank, from the pain or the words Troy would never know. The electricity stopped, and Troy's eyes locked with Bray's own eyes once more.
"Who is Troy Motor?" Bray asked softly.
"Failure." Troy's voice cracked.
"Who is Beno?"
"Beginning of the end."
"Who is Bob Cena?"
"Enemy." Bray laughed at Troy's reply.
"Joey?"
"Enemy."
"Trianna?"
"Enemy."
"And your win over Beno at WrestleMania?"
"Apocrypha."
Troy fell asleep.
***
On Monday, 4 hours before Monday Night RAW, a video file appears on ThyWWE.com, entitled "nightmares transmogrify into reality." The video file was up for an hour and was also posted on the ThyWWE Twitter with the caption "he has been found."
***
Nightmares Transmogrify into Reality
"Ladies and gentlemen. Hello." Bray Wyatt smiles. The room he's in is dark and smoky and lit in a sepia toned light. "My name is Bray Wyatt. Perhaps you've seen me before. I am here to announce that tonight, RAW will have a very special guest."
Bray steps out of the way of the camera, and we see a man sitting in a chair, his head tilted downwards. He's wearing a sheep mask, obscuring his face.
"Tell them your name." Bray says off camera.
"Troy..... Motor....." The man says, his voice only just barely audible.
"What is happening tonight, Troy?" Bray asks. There's a pause, as if Troy is thinking of the answer.
"Destruction."
"Yes, yes, destruction." Bray laughs. He steps in front of the camera, once again blocking the view of Troy.
"Troy has been put into a match against both CM Punk and Latoya. Formidable opponents in their own right, correct Troy? But this isn't the old Troy Motor, oh no no...." Bray laughs. "The old Troy Motor died with a 1-2-3 at WrestleMania, didn't he? Troy died with a victory. The new Troy Motor has been molded from nothing by my own hands. The new Troy Motor lives up to his once false promises. The new Troy Motor has been inducted into my family."
Bray turns and lifts Troy's head up so he's staring at the camera. Bray removes the mask, revealing Troy's pale face and bloodshot eyes. Bray removes his hand from Troy's head and Troy stays staring at the camera.
"Troy, your rise has been forecast. Your destruction has been predicted. We will march in, you and Harper as my Horsemen in my new Apocalyptic world. Tonight, marks the beginning of the true new age."
Bray steps out of the shot once again, and Troy smiles, his eyes still staring at the camera.
"Family.... is not... Joey or Bob or Trianna." Troy speaks the words in his raspy voice.
"We're here." Bray says off camera, as the image dissolves into the static and rapid fire images that has become associated with Bray.
