Post by zybala on Sept 15, 2021 19:08:01 GMT -5
"It all started with that stupid portal"
: It is not a happy time. The world….worlds are in disarray. All because of some demon clown slipping into our reality. For once, people like Dylan Thomas and Marcus Welsh are right….. It's all Mike Zybala's fault. But let's let the man himself explain. For simplicity sake, let's just assume that we see everything he narrates. Though we'll cut in with scenery every now and then, just so Tony Savage can have his "scene opens" fix. :
"I never should have had my team build that machine. It was only supposed to VIEW other realities. I wanted to find a Earth where Ed and I successfully made a Meteor 2 sequel. How was I supposed to know that something would be looking back? Let only something demonic? I suppose if I wasn't so focused on making a movie, and kept my hubris in check, I would have thought about the consequences, but I thought Meteor could be the next Star Wars franchise. If only I was more cautious, I could have prevented this disaster…
After my group left the lab, an entity came into our world through my portal device. An entity that would not only identify as Pennywise from the story IT; but it was Allton's own personal demon. I always thought it was just a mental imbalance. Only Rob knew the truth. Maybe that's why he started to stop using the PennyLord costume lately. Maybe he knew that It got stronger everytime Rob dressed up. Whatever caused him to stop, IT became pissed. When the creature came into our world, Rob was It's first target."
After my group left the lab, an entity came into our world through my portal device. An entity that would not only identify as Pennywise from the story IT; but it was Allton's own personal demon. I always thought it was just a mental imbalance. Only Rob knew the truth. Maybe that's why he started to stop using the PennyLord costume lately. Maybe he knew that It got stronger everytime Rob dressed up. Whatever caused him to stop, IT became pissed. When the creature came into our world, Rob was It's first target."
: We cut to Allton signing autographs for fans when the demon clown shows up. The two argue before Pennywise sucks himself into Allton’s body. Almost instantly, Allton is in his IT inspired costume. PennyLord is born. Immediately, he starts causing chaos. Raising the dead in a cemetery, transforming some town in Maine to the town of Derry, infecting Toronto, Ontario with a virus that slowly turned the population into super intelligent and aggressive human/alien hybrids with only a small percentage of the population unaffected. :
"After Toronto, the world went into panic mode. PennyLord wasn't exactly being quiet about his actions. He wanted to spread fear and people knowing what he was doing was the best way to do it, and it worked. Everyone was in a panic. Nobody knew when their city would be hit, or what nightmare PennyLord would bring with him. Armies tried to unite and attack him, but the clown was too powerful….. And smart…. Too smart….
Maybe he read IT by Stephen King, maybe he was just cautious. Whatever it was, PennyLord started separating the populace to prevent people banding together to fight him. Not like building walls between different cities, but trapping people into their own nightmare worlds. He left some people in the same worlds, maybe to preserve power, maybe to give false hope. A majority didn't know they were in an alternate reality; thinking that this was just their usual world. PennyLord let a few "stay awake" so he could revel in their helplessness. Or in a specific case, a perverse "thank you" of sorts for IT's freedom.
At least, that's my best working theory on why PennyLord left me aware. Maybe he wanted me to see what he was doing as revenge for giving Allton the turtle as a gift. It started small in Buffalo. All speakers in the city started playing "MmmBop" by The Hansons. The first few playing were nostalgic fun, but after three weeks of nonstop "MmmBop", seventy percent of the population commuted suicide. Then PennyLord upped his game. Every Dolly and toy that could walk, did. It was a regular Child's Play times a million. Murderous toys as far as the eye can see. If things weren't bad enough, PennyLord threw us a curveball."
Maybe he read IT by Stephen King, maybe he was just cautious. Whatever it was, PennyLord started separating the populace to prevent people banding together to fight him. Not like building walls between different cities, but trapping people into their own nightmare worlds. He left some people in the same worlds, maybe to preserve power, maybe to give false hope. A majority didn't know they were in an alternate reality; thinking that this was just their usual world. PennyLord let a few "stay awake" so he could revel in their helplessness. Or in a specific case, a perverse "thank you" of sorts for IT's freedom.
At least, that's my best working theory on why PennyLord left me aware. Maybe he wanted me to see what he was doing as revenge for giving Allton the turtle as a gift. It started small in Buffalo. All speakers in the city started playing "MmmBop" by The Hansons. The first few playing were nostalgic fun, but after three weeks of nonstop "MmmBop", seventy percent of the population commuted suicide. Then PennyLord upped his game. Every Dolly and toy that could walk, did. It was a regular Child's Play times a million. Murderous toys as far as the eye can see. If things weren't bad enough, PennyLord threw us a curveball."
: We see PennyLord entering a large Wonderbread factory. IT walks up the large vats of dough and cuts off his hand. Laughing maniacally, PennyLord walks up to every bar and holds his stump over the dough. He bleeds a good amount into each vat before reattaching his hand to his wrist. :
"Fucking bread monsters! He contaminated bread with his own blood! Anyone who ate the bread became a horrible, violent half human half bread creature. Firearms were useless, as the bullets passed right through them. Melee weapons were just as ineffective and cutting them up was worse. Any piece lobbed off would just grow into a new creature. Luckily their only means of attacking was to smother and suffocate a person, though they could easily be torn apart. Yes, the pieces would reform, but it bought you a few seconds to try and escape. That is until some idiot thought of using flame throwers."
: We see a battle between these grotesque bread-human hybrid monsters and a mishmash of humans. Soldiers and citizens alike try to fight off the squishy horrors. There are about forty soldiers with flamethrowers and they start setting the creatures on fire. The monsters stop moving as the flames surround them and the humans let out a cheer! The flames die down and the monsters are still standing! :
"Goddamned TOAST monsters! Who would have thought setting fire to bread would work? It only makes it more delicious and easier to spread butter. But for these hy-breads, it only made them tougher! It gave them a near impenetrable Toasty coating. The weapons like bullets and baseball bats that used to pass through them merely bounced off them. Blades that would cut through would now break in contact. Forget fighting them off hand to hand anymore. People could no longer tear them apart to escape. Somehow, they didn't lose their flexibility with this hardening either. The only way to defeat them was to push them into a body of water, pool or lake or whatever. They were still bread after all and enough water would make them soggy, waterlogged, and immobile. The waterlife and birds would take care of them from there. Those animals seemed to be immune to the alien disease.
This has been our lives in Buffalo for months. Defending ourselves against a constant Hanson music loop, and an unending attack of living dollies and Toast monsters. That was our personal hell on Earth. Somehow, electricity and communication like cell service and the internet stayed active. PennyLord wanted everyone to share the panic and fear with each other, at least with those that shared a reality. Even so, not many people outside of zones called each other. So imagine my surprise when my phone rang while I was on a supply run."
This has been our lives in Buffalo for months. Defending ourselves against a constant Hanson music loop, and an unending attack of living dollies and Toast monsters. That was our personal hell on Earth. Somehow, electricity and communication like cell service and the internet stayed active. PennyLord wanted everyone to share the panic and fear with each other, at least with those that shared a reality. Even so, not many people outside of zones called each other. So imagine my surprise when my phone rang while I was on a supply run."
: We see a haggard looking Zybala; torn clothes, and covered with bruises, dirt, and dried blood, a baseball bat strapped to his back. He's moving stealthily around, trying to avoid the hordes of dolls that are patrolling the streets. Soon, he spots a grocery store and bolts as fast as he can to the doors. He goes inside and looks around. Coast is clear from what he can see. Zybala pulls out a large pillow case from his rear pocket and starts to walk down the aisles when his phone goes off. He quickly grabs it from his pocket and answers, whispering angrily. :
Zybala: This better be fucking important! I'm in hostile territory!
Voice: Mike! Is that anyway to talk to your "best friend?" I'm hurt!
Zybala: Welsh?! Figures that I would get stuck in a reality with you..
Welsh: Why are you so mad at me, Mike? I thought we were friends!
Zybala: Friends don't have a jackass with a dildo and a stupid fucking name attack their "friend." What do you want?!
Welsh: I'm hurt. It was all a misunderstanding! But if you don't want a title shot, I understand.
Zybala: The fuck are you on about!? There are several apocalypse level events going on if you haven't noticed.
Welsh: And you still have contract obligations. You're gonna be facing DOLLY Waters, your old pal Ross HANSON, and your new acquaintance TOAST..
: Zybala frowns at this last name, but ponders. Why did Welsh give extra emphasis to those names? Zybala's eyes widened with shock and clarity. His hand tightens around the phone. :
Zybala: Marcus, why did you square me up against those people specifically?
Welsh: I figured that they would be a good match against our resident gatekeeper. That's all you're good for nowadays anyways. Testing the new talent to see where I should put them in the rankings.
Zybala: Fuck you and your rankings. I would be a multiple time champion if it wasn't for your interference on several occasions. But seriously, why did you emphasize THOSE names??
: There is a pause before Welsh starts laughing. It's not a pleasant laugh. It's a laugh Zybala has heard many a-time when Welsh is about to tell him bad news. He dreads what he's about to hear. Welsh stops his villain laugh and follows with a monologue. :
Welsh: Because I know of the problems that you're facing in your reality. PennyLord was kind enough to… enlist me with helping with your torture, which I was more than happy to agree too. Matching you up against those three was my way of mocking your nightmare world! Though I must say, you gotta be pretty pathetic if living dolls, nonstop Hanson, and Toast monsters are giving you trouble.
Zybala: Fuck you. I'm not coming to your stupid show. I need to figure out how to stop all of this magic, dimensional alien bullshit.
Welsh: Well, you're not stopping it with your portal machine.
: Zybala, who was walking around the store during this conversation, stops in his tracks. He hisses into the phone with anger. :
Zybala: What do you know about that?!
Welsh: Only that PennyLord took it from your lab and brought it all the way over to Whitechapel in London. So the only way to try to get your machine is to come to my "stupid show."
Zybala: Why are you doing this? Why are you helping the clown?
Welsh: because he promised me power. The power over you, power over this shared reality of ours! No more running a successful wrestling company. I can make the whole world wrestle for me. Watching you struggle and lose another title shot is just icing on the cake for me.
Zybala: I hope you choke on that cake. Because I'm coming for my machine. I'll figure out a way to reverse all of this. I'll send the clown back, I'll fix everything. If I have to make my way through Hanson and Dolly, so be it. I have no issue with them, but this madness needs to come to an end! It's not about the title shot or breaking a losing streak at Masters of Macabre. Lame initials for a ppv by the way. It's about saving this new multiverse and everyone in it. It's about freeing people from this nightmare. Though getting revenge on Toast is a nice caveat. I hope he brings that barbed wire dildo to London, because if he gets in my way, the show is going to get a much higher parental rating than you expected.
Welsh: Meaning??
Zybala: I'm gonna shove it so far up his ass that he'll end up deep throating it! I will stop this, Marcus, no matter how many bodies I leave in my wake!
: Zybala hangs up the phone without giving Welsh a chance to reply. He then shoves the last of the supplies into his pillow case and starts to walk out of the store. When he passes through the doors, he sees practically an army of living Dollies and Toast monsters. Sighing, he drops the pillow case and pulls the baseball bat from its holster. :
"Well fuck me running….."