Post by Silas SUBHUMAN on Jan 1, 2017 23:15:30 GMT -5
With the movement of a leg, the tell-tale clink of empty liquor bottles rouses Silas awake. He was more aware of his cracking headache beating him into submission, than the dimly lit flop house he currently found himself in. Once on his feet the room swayed, swirling before becoming stationary again, almost causing him to lose balance. Using the bedstead for guidance he staggers over and props up against a wall to dig the phone out of his jeans pocket.
"Fuck..." he said from under his breath as he wiped his eyes, trying to focus on the screen. Immediately, Silas notices the many missed calls and messages. Mostly from his manager, Jessica. Even with his brain still recovering from the previous night's abuse, he's aware enough to know, this is a call he has to make posthaste. But, she beats him to it. His ringtone sounds.
Downs: "SI?!?"
"Ye-- Yeah.." he answered in a low gravelly tone.
Downs: "What the fuck happened to meeting us at the airport?! Godamnit. GOD-DAMNIT. I knew I should've fuckin' stayed back."
Void aside from the mild sense of regret from whatever occurred the night prior, Silas was unable to put the pieces together. He wasn't going to lie to her and knew there wasn't a reasonable excuse, even if he could recall every detail. Now there was this, he missed his flight to Japan.
"I don't know what happened.." Silas said regretfully, squinting his eyes as he parted the window drapes in an attempt to get a read on his location.
Downs: "You need to fucking slow down, Si. General consensus is that typically happens naturally the older you get. You're 37 and you've been raging like you're a fuckin' kid at one of your shows. Look, we're gonna talk when you get here. Til then, text me directions so I can get someone out to you that'll get your fuckin' ass to the airport.. Someone that won't just straight drop you at the Cop Shop for whatever debauchery you're liable for. BE READY."
Without a response the call ended. Silas took a big swig from his custom BLD flask, trying to even his keel.. He felt like death on two legs and still had the stairs to negotiate.
Osaka Japan
Prefectural Gymnasium
Black Light District lockeroom
Cut in from black, to BLDS Silas SUBHUMAN. The brawler is seated on a steel chair in a darkened space, illuminated from above and behind by a lone overhead bulb; the positioning of the light casts SUBHUMAN's already hooded face in complete shadow.
"The District have arrived... in JAPAN!" Silas belted out in guttural death metal fashion, his wrapped hands clawed out in front of him. "In the main event against Karloff.. It will be irrefutable. that myself, and all of BLD, are much more than dangerous clowns at a fucking prison rodeo."
SUBHUMAN goes silent for a moment, his face unreadable in the dark.
"Karloff.. You seem sure of yourself. I implore you.. Keep crunching your numbers. Here's a percentage you can't ignore.. We're all undertakers and future failures.. ALL ripe for the slaughter.. Only difference between us? For this match? I will live to ruin another day. You can remove The District from the equation and you will still be left with variables you can't account for."
SIlas cocks his head to the side, his voice taking a tone one might use to admonish a child. Jessica Downs and Spike Steel emerge, standing in confidence behind him.
"I must warn you.. The crowd will be of little assistance. Osaka wants nothing more than to watch me play jump rope with your intestines.. These are MY pissing grounds and the winds of plague start right here, in The Land of the Rising Sun."
.::STATIC::.
