Post by Jon Moxley / The Wyatt Family on Jan 11, 2018 22:26:35 GMT -5
Troy was released.
Like Jesus emerging from his dark cave, Troy was reborn, no longer in a fugue state. Troy was present. Troy was feeling. Troy was thinking for himself. Troy was alive. Bray has reached into his mind and, bit by bit, rebuilt, reconstructed, changed. Troy was under Bray’s learning tree, and so Troy learned. Bray led him to the water, and so Troy drank.
And now it seemed that colors were more vivid, the taste of food and drink more delicious. The sun was far brighter. No longer bringing himself down with the baggage of past mistakes. Troy was free! So what if he didn’t remember the last few months of his life. It was worth it in the end, worth waking up from that dreamless blackout and witnessing reality again. Troy hadn’t stared into the oblivion; he had lived it. And he came out victorious.
Troy had set up a little area for himself at a nearby lake, found a large fallen tree trunk that was broken into a L shape and made a perfect little alcove, set up with tattered blankets and pillows. He would sit there in his free time, and he would look at the serene lake, and he would allow his thoughts to dim as he lost himself in reality.
But every Monday night, Troy was called to duty.
He, Luke and Bray loaded up into a massive semi-truck (its origins a mystery) and drove to wherever the latest show was being held, oftentimes driving cross-country. Luke and Troy would trade off driving every two hours, while Bray remained in the trailer meditating. As they glided along an empty rural road mid-afternoon on Sunday, Harper had fallen asleep in the passenger seat. Troy rolled down the window, the cool air hitting his face. He smiled. This really would be a new beginning.
They arrived at the arena early Monday. Bray and Luke stalked off to some shadowy corner, and Troy entered the empty locker room. He hadn’t been here in months; dirty old street clothes sufficed enough. But now he was back, he was himself again. So jeans and a tank top wouldn’t do, Troy would be pulling out the tights and patent leather boots. For anyone else, perhaps this didn’t mean much. But for Troy it was momentous, a massive milestone in his life. He went through his training and he survived.
So Troy set up his locker, and went on his way to search for Bray and Luke. Troy just had to find an inexplicably smoky room lit with yellowish light, and they’d probably be there as usual.
***
“I question my spirit.”
Bray stands in the usual smoky room, Troy and Luke Harper standing behind him. Troy has a smirk on his face, while Luke’s is blank.
“I question my journey, the steps I took that brought me here. Defeat does that to a man. Defeat cleaves your spirit straight to the bone. Defeat snaps your resolve and brings you to your knees in agony. Defeat crumbles your defenses and pillages your pride.
But defeat can’t touch me.”
Bray smiles now in his maniacal way, looking straight into the camera.
“Defeat can’t break me down! Because defeat is temporary, man. Defeat only lives within you as long as you allow it. Let’s look at Triana. She may have defeated me and my family, she may have overcome the odds.... but that was only the battle! We won the war. Because Triana ain’t never gonna forget me and family. We’ll haunt her every waking moment, and we’ll walk through her dreams and nightmares. But now, she doesn’t matter. Because Abigail’s spirit returned to us. Abigail is home! And now I have THE POWER!”
Bray roars the last two words, and devolves into laughter.
“Abigail’s power is awesome to behold. She is a GOD! And now I AM A GOD! I am your messiah, I am the rebirth of the Heavens, and I am the rebirth of HELL! And my disciples will rise, my Horseman will stomp out the flames of hope while I take the world into my hands.”
Troy has an odd look on his face as he steps forward.
“Ladies and gentleman. What you see before you is a reborn Troy Motor. I’m not blank anymore, I’m not a walking zombie, I’m not some automaton causing wanton destruction. I’ve awoken from a deep slumber, and I’m rested, and I’m ready to fulfill my true potential. And I’m not shackled down anymore, not by Kevin Nash, not by the New Age, not by JTB, not even by Vince McMahon! I’m about to run roughshod over this whole damn place. And tonight it starts with.... Adian Future. Uh, clever name, but I think you got the I and the D mixed up buddy. I’ll be honest, I’ve seen your stuff. You’re talented. You got a good basis on what to do out there, and anyone who denies that is a denying a future Star his due. But my problem, Adian-ah shit, can I just call you Future, for the love of God? Sorry Bray- but Future, my problem with you, is that I see a young Troy Motor. Cocky to the point of mental imbalance. An inflated belief in one’s own abilities. It’s taken me years here to even get in the conversation of being up and coming- and I know you’ll use that against me, say it’s a lack of skill, but I own it. I own the fact I sucked. And I’m stronger for it, because I had to work my ass off, harder than anybody on this roster, to improve myself, to improve my ability in that ring and on the microphone. But it’s all lead to this. My rebirth. The Second Coming of Troy Motor. And tonight, Future, tonight is very important. Because tonight is my baptism. Tonight...
I get baptized with your blood.”
