Post by Jon Moxley / The Wyatt Family on Jul 18, 2016 20:11:27 GMT -5
Bray is sitting in his rocking chair, rocking back and forth gently, back and forth, back and forth and Troy is almost hypnotized by the motion. His eyes, blank, staring, psychotic, are following Bray's own eyes.
"Your successes need to outweigh your defeats." Bray says simply. Troy is sitting, legs crossed on the ground, staring up at Bray like he's God himself, and in Troy's warped brain, Bray really is. "You need to wipe out the opposers. Let them see your... dominations. Force them, to pay attention to my words." Bray speaks softly, yet his words carry on into Troy's ears as if Bray is actually whispering them right next to Troy's ear.
"The machine, it holds you down, brother. For years you allowed the corporations to hold you down; you let the other wrestlers walk all over you. And you acted like a little chihuahua, didn't you Troy? All bark and no bite."
Troy is still staring at Bray, but suddenly his eyes glaze over and he twitches suddenly; he looks around the woods, then looks at Bray. Troy's face morphs from confusion into pure rage.
"What the fuck is this?" Troy screams, standing to his feet. Bray is standing still on his platform. "You motherfucker-" Troy shouts, taking off for Wyatt.
Bray laughs maniacally, even as Troy grabs him by the shirt and pulls his arm back, preparing to punch him-
Luke Harper comes up behind Troy and savagely punches him straight in the back of the head. Troy rocks forward, and Harper grabs Troy's hair and pulls, tossing Troy backwards into the ground. He stomps on Troy's stomach, and Troy lets out a strained tell and spits out blood.
"Harper!" Bray commands. Luke stops instantly, staring up at Bray. Wyatt shakes his head disapprovingly. "He needs to be switched again. Do not let this happen again." Bray says. Harper nods slowly, and lifts Troy up and slings him over his shoulder.
*****
"Fear is a very real thing."
We're back in the sepia-toned smoky room we've seen Bray in before; he stands in front of the camera, eyes boring into it.
"Fear makes fools of us all! And CM Punk, fear is beginning to make a fool of you. You see, Punk; we are setting out to make an example of you. To show the world what we are capable of, to show the world what I have made Troy capable of! And they will know the terrifying power of Abigail's Monster, Luke Harper!"
Bray laughs and steps to the side, revealing both Troy and Luke, standing next to each other. Troy removes his sheep mask.
"Punk, you are my target. Bray has shown me the truth; you claim to be the Voice of the Voiceless, and yet Bray has taken in the Voiceless, not you! Bray has given the Voiceless their Voices back, not you! You make these false claims and yet you don't realize where the false claims will get you. And now you will face Luke Harper and I together. Harper is a true monster, a beast that will tear you to shreds. Pair him with me, and you don't stand a chance, with or without your mystery partner. So tell me Punk.... are you going to come with us willingly, or are you gonna fight the inevitable?"
Troy looks down at his sheep mask; Harper is staring at the camera with wide eyes, still unmoving.
"Do what I did, Punk. Follow the buzzards."
"Your successes need to outweigh your defeats." Bray says simply. Troy is sitting, legs crossed on the ground, staring up at Bray like he's God himself, and in Troy's warped brain, Bray really is. "You need to wipe out the opposers. Let them see your... dominations. Force them, to pay attention to my words." Bray speaks softly, yet his words carry on into Troy's ears as if Bray is actually whispering them right next to Troy's ear.
"The machine, it holds you down, brother. For years you allowed the corporations to hold you down; you let the other wrestlers walk all over you. And you acted like a little chihuahua, didn't you Troy? All bark and no bite."
Troy is still staring at Bray, but suddenly his eyes glaze over and he twitches suddenly; he looks around the woods, then looks at Bray. Troy's face morphs from confusion into pure rage.
"What the fuck is this?" Troy screams, standing to his feet. Bray is standing still on his platform. "You motherfucker-" Troy shouts, taking off for Wyatt.
Bray laughs maniacally, even as Troy grabs him by the shirt and pulls his arm back, preparing to punch him-
Luke Harper comes up behind Troy and savagely punches him straight in the back of the head. Troy rocks forward, and Harper grabs Troy's hair and pulls, tossing Troy backwards into the ground. He stomps on Troy's stomach, and Troy lets out a strained tell and spits out blood.
"Harper!" Bray commands. Luke stops instantly, staring up at Bray. Wyatt shakes his head disapprovingly. "He needs to be switched again. Do not let this happen again." Bray says. Harper nods slowly, and lifts Troy up and slings him over his shoulder.
*****
"Fear is a very real thing."
We're back in the sepia-toned smoky room we've seen Bray in before; he stands in front of the camera, eyes boring into it.
"Fear makes fools of us all! And CM Punk, fear is beginning to make a fool of you. You see, Punk; we are setting out to make an example of you. To show the world what we are capable of, to show the world what I have made Troy capable of! And they will know the terrifying power of Abigail's Monster, Luke Harper!"
Bray laughs and steps to the side, revealing both Troy and Luke, standing next to each other. Troy removes his sheep mask.
"Punk, you are my target. Bray has shown me the truth; you claim to be the Voice of the Voiceless, and yet Bray has taken in the Voiceless, not you! Bray has given the Voiceless their Voices back, not you! You make these false claims and yet you don't realize where the false claims will get you. And now you will face Luke Harper and I together. Harper is a true monster, a beast that will tear you to shreds. Pair him with me, and you don't stand a chance, with or without your mystery partner. So tell me Punk.... are you going to come with us willingly, or are you gonna fight the inevitable?"
Troy looks down at his sheep mask; Harper is staring at the camera with wide eyes, still unmoving.
"Do what I did, Punk. Follow the buzzards."
