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Reflections of What Was & What Is Again; <Joe>
Topic Started: Jun 5 2018, 04:58 PM (48 Views)
Joe Stanton

>PLAY

Track lines and static blip across the screen, the audio warbling into stereo, the sights and sounds are of a neon paradise. A land of happiness filled with eccentric rides and fantastical food stands, and parlor games that the camera sweeps through to show the smiling faces of families that are discovering this wonderland. It pauses on the exterior of a monolith that stands at the edge of this magical area, the House of Mirrors.

FF>>

Inside the House of Mirrors florescent lights overhead and the steel floor, and mirrors give the entire location an uneasy feeling to it. Dream like yet nothing about the surroundings is really as comforting or as inviting as a dream may be. It's likely why despite how busy the carnival is there's only one person in this House of Mirrors, dressed in wrestling gear and holding a championship in his left hand. Joe Stanton sits unconscious on a wooden chair in what very well could be the center of the House of Mirrors, or maybe it's just a circular interval.

FF>>

Joe jumps awake, startling himself and looking around his surroundings. The initial confusion wanes and he rises out of his seat, eyeballing the IJPW Death Crown Championship in his hand and then gives the mirrors surrounding him in an imperfect circle a look.

What was that?

He does a double take and looks at one of the last mirrors, his brow furrowing and his lips frowning, his eyes lighting up with anger. Stanton takes several steps towards the mirror, the camera panning around him to behind him so that it can view what it is that he's looking at. It isn't Joe Stanton's reflection staring back at him. Initially it's a nebulous shadowy figure but as Joe steps closer it takes shape.

A painted face, snow white save the abyss like dark circles where its eyes should be emphasizing a sunken eye effect and smirking black lips. The man in the mirror reaches out with his arms and wraps them as if entangling with a woman in an intimate embrace and as he does a secondary form starts materializing in the mirror. A blonde haired woman dressed in black lingerie and wearing a silver wedding band with her face obscured by the man pulling it towards to look at him. She trembles, trying to fight against his hold and reach out to Joe but all it does is make the man grin and let his snake like tongue slither out of his mouth and across her neck, licking it.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH!"

Stanton's livid, punching the mirror and cracking it, the images in the fragments & shards are the two figures in different compromising positions that are obscured by only so much being visible of them. His right hand comes down on the glass repeatedly, smashing it further until the mirror breaks completely and he falls to his feet. Even the tiny pieces at his feet reflect the indecent creature trying to force himself onto the woman, her eyes becoming visible in some pieces, pleading and hopeful.

His fist clenches till he hears a scream from behind him that makes the camera and him whip around to a different mirror.

A new painted face, a different man, a sheen of slicked back black hair, tattoos covering his body, he too is wrapped around the body of another in the mirror. Though this embrace isn't indecent, it's a submission hold. But his green eyes light up with sinister glee when Joe Stanton's green eyes meet his with a desperate hope.

"Giggles...don't..."

The words spill out of Joe's mouth subconsciously though he knows what's going to happen, because it's what happened once upon a time. Giggles ignores the plea and torques the Koji Clutch he has cinched on, making his victim's body strain in his grasp and...

...It bends in ways the human body shouldn't.

"WHY?!"

Joe instinctively grabs the chair and he throws it across the room at the mirror, shattering the laughing visage. That's not enough for him, he storms over and he picks up the chair again to smash the pieces on the floor some more. Each time they splinter into smaller pieces there's more laughing Giggles staring up at him satisfied with themselves. Eventually Joe grows tired and with little more than a chair leg in his hand now, so he tosses it aside and he wanders back to the center of the room.

One by one his reflections in the remaining mirrors shift, morphing into something else. They aren't the first man, Swytch, or Giggles but there's certainly a painted face staring back at him greedily. Stanton looks up, surveying every one of them till he comes to the mirror in front of him. The clown reaches behind him and he pulls out the IJPW Death Crown Championship, cradling it in his arms while maintaining eye contact with Joe Stanton.

Lobo grins at him, licking the title belt.

"You plan to be made the new Death Crown Champion and you're going to plunge this promotion and that championship into your some sick reflection of yourself. Giving it a makeover with a fresh coat of paint."

Joe Stanton addresses the Mirror!Lobo as if he's the real deal, snarling at him.

"In a way, this match's stipulations are perfect too. You literally have to put me in a coffin, symbolically ending me to give birth to your vision. The same is true for you too though. They allow me to right the mistake I made in the Carnival Carnage and redeem myself for failing IJPW there. They allow me to show the world what IJPW is and who Joe Stanton is, and that neither are going to be your play things to do with as you please. To defend IJPW from whatever clown hell you seek to toss it into."

Joe and Mirror!Lobo stare at each other.

"By burying the past..."

STOP
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