Post by J.T. Starr on Dec 27, 2008 3:22:39 GMT -6
Sitting in the darkened room with a cold sweat consuming him, JT looks down after fasting and testing his body the way Rage and Max had encouraged him to do for this. His body was feeling on the verge of breaking down, but to become stronger you must first face the end of your limits.
|-|JT|-|
Pygmalion saw so much to blame in women that he came at last to abhor the sex, and resolved to live unmarried. So do you know this tale? He was a sculptor, and had made with wonderful skill a statue of ivory, so beautiful that no living woman came anywhere near it. It was indeed the perfect semblance of a maiden that seemed to be alive, and only prevented from moving by modesty.
JT pushed himself up laughing his legs barely holding him up as he crawled to the wall. Falling to his knees and wincing, but not letting it bother him. He turned and sat against the wall as his body shook from the shock it was going through.
|-|JT|-|
His art was so perfect that it concealed itself and its product looked like the workmanship of nature. Pygmalion admired his own work, and at last fell in love with the counterfeit creation. I know a person much like this Pygmalion... I don't mean myself, but Blake. He created Sprit into something she isn't and it's destroyed him from the inside out. His illusion of what he thinks she is... It's pathetic. Makes me sick to think of how she can control him... how I've seen him so torn over her and cut into his veins playing with his weapons. Deep down knowing that he prays for a slip up to happen to free him from her spell.
He leans over on his knees his stomach feeling as though it's going to collapse on the inside. The sweat falls off of him and a slight spell of hypothermia is setting in. His fingers barely able to clinch and the air around him foggy. The door opens and the light reveals that it's a meat cellar that he is in. A woman with long dark hair up in a braid walks in and leans over looking at him with her godly blue eyes. A quick smirk crosses her lips she pulled him back by what little hair she could grab. He had been hot and sweaty when she put him in here and his panic had only made him sweatier.
|-|Amanda Young|-|
Aww JT you need to cool down, I put you down here for a reason.
She whips him with a hose welting his back and making him flip over screaming. Laughing as she hit him again enjoying his screams and the wounds on his bare body. He tries to run at her and she sprays him with pepper spray blinding him. Then she turns placing a small jar on the ground. JT hears the door shut and shouts.
|JT|
NO!
He runs up to it, but the air lock snaps shut.
|-|JT|-|
AH!!! FUCK YOU BITCH!
She pressed a button near an observation window.
|-|Amanda Young|-|
Do you see that jar on the floor? Put it on!
|-|JT|-|
Fuck you! Let me out!
She tisk him over the PA system set up.
|-|Amanda Young|-|
It puts the vapor rub on it's skin or it gets the hose again.
JT is already shivering well the sight comes back t him he looks down at the jar. It is vapor rub and he thinks of the cooling feeling already. Slowly he bends down and grabs the jar putting his hand into and puts a tiny bit on his shoulder feeling the extreme coldness.
|-|JT|-|
Ahhh god!
He voice rings over top of him again with a tiny giggle in it.
|-|Amanda Young|-|
Good now more!
|-|JT|-|
I can't!
|-|Amanda Young|-|
DO IT! *sighs* I don't want to, but if I don't see you try I might as well just gut you like a pig.
JT moans in pain losing feeling in his shoulder he had put the run on. Then he dips his hand in more and rubs it over his chest trying to make it quick. Hurrying he goes to his other arm and down his back. His body starts to shake as the fog breezes past him like she had pressed a button to make it colder along with the cooling rub. The wounds on his back sting and he screams loudly.
In the observation room Amanda is laughing manically well flicking her nails against the controls for the room. It has been three months since she had became Maxine's apprentice and now doing her own work under this alias of Amanda. Watching she sees JT struggle to keep his body from going into the shock of the cold. The meat that is hanging around him would crack if touched at how cold it was. JT's body gives out as his eyes roll into the back of his head and he falls like a dear that had been shot.
|-|Amanda Young|-|
Poor baby...
She presses a button to stop the fake wind and opens the door walking into his sesuring body on the ground. She kicks him seeing he is still alive, but barely.
|-|Amanda Young|-|
Well I see you can stand the cold, but that isn't what you have gotten yourself into now is it?
The scene fades as it reopens JT is tied down tight against a chair with barbed wire in another room almost like the one before. The lights flicker inside another observing room with the woman watching. Her blue eyes are beautiful, but filled with a sickness.
|-|Amanda young|-|
JT... You want to play with fire. I know I've been told. If you weren't so clod you probably would be dead by now. I have to admit you're extremely bound to your desire and cause. That's at least worth some commendation.
|-|JT|-|
Get to your point damn it...
He struggles realizing his body is too weak to resist the pain of the barbed wire and his annoyance growing at this woman.
|-|Amanda Young|-|
From what I've been told you want to be in a cage of fire... burn the witch that placed the spell on your brother.
|-|JT|-|
YES! I wish she would die!
|-|Amanda Young|-|
Easy...nobody has the right to kill. Now if you wish to motivate her into seeing your side that's different. Now do you want my help?
|-|JT|-|
I don't need help... fuck you!
She laughed a little and turned around a blazing ring of fire surrounding the edge of the room.
|-|Amanda Young|-|
You have thirty minutes to escape your hold and face your trial...otherwise this fire will consume you and you'll be burned by the bind you are under.
He yells at her, but the window goes dark and he loses sight of her. Another ring of fire closes in closer; the heat is bearable right now, but still hot. He thinks about how this might be like the Cell of Hell match. He'll get tired and might get burned if loses his instinct to keep going even when his body wants to make him stop. He yanks on is arms the barbwire cutting deep. A scream blares out of his mouth and the streams of blood come from the top of his wrist. A third ring blares up now just three rings away from him. He yanks harder this time now getting the barbwire loose enough to yank out his hands.
Amanda watches him slightly impressed that he is still trying. He bends down as the forth ring of fire is set up. Bending down the heat is painful on the top of his head. Screaming from the burn against the fire's heat. He sits straight up, but again goes down yanking one foot out of the barbwire around his foot. Sitting back up the fifth fire ring is now up. He'll be within inches from the flame if he bends down again. He takes a deep breath almost like he is diving and uses his other leg and arms to pull on his other foot. Just barely getting it out he hops up on the chair with the final fire going up. Thinking as quickly as he can he grabs the top of the room he is in using the piping like monkey bars. He swings across the top of the fire getting tremendous burns on his back and hops down near the exit.
|-|JT|-|
Let me out!
He bangs on the door the heat from the room is heating his body enough that it feels as though he is going to explode. Suddenly the fire extinguishers and the door opens with him falling down. Crying with relief and pain from the burns all over his body. He had fallen at Amanda's feet she bends over his body and looks at him.
|-|Amanda Young|-|
The fire of the cell might not be so merciful.
She pulled him up and tugged him behind her into a different room. Putting him up on a table she puts on a pair of gloves watching his body shake. He was thinking about how he could have died and then he wouldn't get a chance to take out his anger on Sprit. Amanda put a lotion on his wrist wounds making him yell at her.
|-|JT|-|
HEY! Don't touch me!
|-|Amanda Young|-|
Ok if you want to bleed to death then be my guest.
She turns and puts the lotion down leaning back on the counter. Seeing that there was bandaging and the lotion was to keep it from sticking. JT looked at his wrist they are cut badly and deep, rolling his eyes he puts them out to allow her to nurse him up.
|-|Amanda Young|-|
Good boy...
She smirked as she put the lotion on him and wrapped his wrist to keep him from bleeding to death. His skin is deep red and looks badly burned.
|-|Amanda Young|-|
So you still going to do this Cell of Hell?
He looks over at her breathing hard.
|-|JT|-|
Yes...I have to...
|-|Amanda Young|-|
You don't have to do anything... it's a choice not something you have to do.
|-|JT|-|
No I have to. She disrespects my brother and leaves the home. Leaves her children all for what? Because she has to make a comeback? No it's more than that... she only came back because she can't think of anything else. I don't have anyone to think of... well I do, but we're on our own. When I think of my sister I know she can take care of herself.
Amanda dumps a lotion on his back to help with the burn.
|-|JT|-|
You ass!
|-|Amanda Young|-|
Stop being a baby... god and you're the one that requested this match.
She rolled her eyes, but smiled as she rubbed the anti burn lotion on his back.
|-|JT|-|
Her children will grow up hating her. I know what it's like not to have a father. My mom divorced him because he was always on the road. When she remarried even he wasn't around that much because of wrestling. Only Blake was around to take care of Jamie and me. Our mother just seemed to want to shop Blake was old enough to watch us so why should she have to.
He almost started to cry remembering being little and his mother leaving him with the cashier at the store so she could carry her bags to the car. Most people wouldn't believe that he would remember that, but Jamie hates talking about her parents.
|-|JT|-|
I hate her! She is just like my mother... not caring ... only does what she wants!
Amanda rubs her hand after tossing off the gloves over his head comfortably.
|-|Amanda Young|-|
It will be ok... you know what you want to do and have passed the trial.
He laughed slightly with the few drops of tears in his eyes fading and a smirk stuck on his face.
|-|JT|-|
Yes my trial by fire.
|-|JT|-|
Pygmalion saw so much to blame in women that he came at last to abhor the sex, and resolved to live unmarried. So do you know this tale? He was a sculptor, and had made with wonderful skill a statue of ivory, so beautiful that no living woman came anywhere near it. It was indeed the perfect semblance of a maiden that seemed to be alive, and only prevented from moving by modesty.
JT pushed himself up laughing his legs barely holding him up as he crawled to the wall. Falling to his knees and wincing, but not letting it bother him. He turned and sat against the wall as his body shook from the shock it was going through.
|-|JT|-|
His art was so perfect that it concealed itself and its product looked like the workmanship of nature. Pygmalion admired his own work, and at last fell in love with the counterfeit creation. I know a person much like this Pygmalion... I don't mean myself, but Blake. He created Sprit into something she isn't and it's destroyed him from the inside out. His illusion of what he thinks she is... It's pathetic. Makes me sick to think of how she can control him... how I've seen him so torn over her and cut into his veins playing with his weapons. Deep down knowing that he prays for a slip up to happen to free him from her spell.
He leans over on his knees his stomach feeling as though it's going to collapse on the inside. The sweat falls off of him and a slight spell of hypothermia is setting in. His fingers barely able to clinch and the air around him foggy. The door opens and the light reveals that it's a meat cellar that he is in. A woman with long dark hair up in a braid walks in and leans over looking at him with her godly blue eyes. A quick smirk crosses her lips she pulled him back by what little hair she could grab. He had been hot and sweaty when she put him in here and his panic had only made him sweatier.
|-|Amanda Young|-|
Aww JT you need to cool down, I put you down here for a reason.
She whips him with a hose welting his back and making him flip over screaming. Laughing as she hit him again enjoying his screams and the wounds on his bare body. He tries to run at her and she sprays him with pepper spray blinding him. Then she turns placing a small jar on the ground. JT hears the door shut and shouts.
|JT|
NO!
He runs up to it, but the air lock snaps shut.
|-|JT|-|
AH!!! FUCK YOU BITCH!
She pressed a button near an observation window.
|-|Amanda Young|-|
Do you see that jar on the floor? Put it on!
|-|JT|-|
Fuck you! Let me out!
She tisk him over the PA system set up.
|-|Amanda Young|-|
It puts the vapor rub on it's skin or it gets the hose again.
JT is already shivering well the sight comes back t him he looks down at the jar. It is vapor rub and he thinks of the cooling feeling already. Slowly he bends down and grabs the jar putting his hand into and puts a tiny bit on his shoulder feeling the extreme coldness.
|-|JT|-|
Ahhh god!
He voice rings over top of him again with a tiny giggle in it.
|-|Amanda Young|-|
Good now more!
|-|JT|-|
I can't!
|-|Amanda Young|-|
DO IT! *sighs* I don't want to, but if I don't see you try I might as well just gut you like a pig.
JT moans in pain losing feeling in his shoulder he had put the run on. Then he dips his hand in more and rubs it over his chest trying to make it quick. Hurrying he goes to his other arm and down his back. His body starts to shake as the fog breezes past him like she had pressed a button to make it colder along with the cooling rub. The wounds on his back sting and he screams loudly.
In the observation room Amanda is laughing manically well flicking her nails against the controls for the room. It has been three months since she had became Maxine's apprentice and now doing her own work under this alias of Amanda. Watching she sees JT struggle to keep his body from going into the shock of the cold. The meat that is hanging around him would crack if touched at how cold it was. JT's body gives out as his eyes roll into the back of his head and he falls like a dear that had been shot.
|-|Amanda Young|-|
Poor baby...
She presses a button to stop the fake wind and opens the door walking into his sesuring body on the ground. She kicks him seeing he is still alive, but barely.
|-|Amanda Young|-|
Well I see you can stand the cold, but that isn't what you have gotten yourself into now is it?
The scene fades as it reopens JT is tied down tight against a chair with barbed wire in another room almost like the one before. The lights flicker inside another observing room with the woman watching. Her blue eyes are beautiful, but filled with a sickness.
|-|Amanda young|-|
JT... You want to play with fire. I know I've been told. If you weren't so clod you probably would be dead by now. I have to admit you're extremely bound to your desire and cause. That's at least worth some commendation.
|-|JT|-|
Get to your point damn it...
He struggles realizing his body is too weak to resist the pain of the barbed wire and his annoyance growing at this woman.
|-|Amanda Young|-|
From what I've been told you want to be in a cage of fire... burn the witch that placed the spell on your brother.
|-|JT|-|
YES! I wish she would die!
|-|Amanda Young|-|
Easy...nobody has the right to kill. Now if you wish to motivate her into seeing your side that's different. Now do you want my help?
|-|JT|-|
I don't need help... fuck you!
She laughed a little and turned around a blazing ring of fire surrounding the edge of the room.
|-|Amanda Young|-|
You have thirty minutes to escape your hold and face your trial...otherwise this fire will consume you and you'll be burned by the bind you are under.
He yells at her, but the window goes dark and he loses sight of her. Another ring of fire closes in closer; the heat is bearable right now, but still hot. He thinks about how this might be like the Cell of Hell match. He'll get tired and might get burned if loses his instinct to keep going even when his body wants to make him stop. He yanks on is arms the barbwire cutting deep. A scream blares out of his mouth and the streams of blood come from the top of his wrist. A third ring blares up now just three rings away from him. He yanks harder this time now getting the barbwire loose enough to yank out his hands.
Amanda watches him slightly impressed that he is still trying. He bends down as the forth ring of fire is set up. Bending down the heat is painful on the top of his head. Screaming from the burn against the fire's heat. He sits straight up, but again goes down yanking one foot out of the barbwire around his foot. Sitting back up the fifth fire ring is now up. He'll be within inches from the flame if he bends down again. He takes a deep breath almost like he is diving and uses his other leg and arms to pull on his other foot. Just barely getting it out he hops up on the chair with the final fire going up. Thinking as quickly as he can he grabs the top of the room he is in using the piping like monkey bars. He swings across the top of the fire getting tremendous burns on his back and hops down near the exit.
|-|JT|-|
Let me out!
He bangs on the door the heat from the room is heating his body enough that it feels as though he is going to explode. Suddenly the fire extinguishers and the door opens with him falling down. Crying with relief and pain from the burns all over his body. He had fallen at Amanda's feet she bends over his body and looks at him.
|-|Amanda Young|-|
The fire of the cell might not be so merciful.
She pulled him up and tugged him behind her into a different room. Putting him up on a table she puts on a pair of gloves watching his body shake. He was thinking about how he could have died and then he wouldn't get a chance to take out his anger on Sprit. Amanda put a lotion on his wrist wounds making him yell at her.
|-|JT|-|
HEY! Don't touch me!
|-|Amanda Young|-|
Ok if you want to bleed to death then be my guest.
She turns and puts the lotion down leaning back on the counter. Seeing that there was bandaging and the lotion was to keep it from sticking. JT looked at his wrist they are cut badly and deep, rolling his eyes he puts them out to allow her to nurse him up.
|-|Amanda Young|-|
Good boy...
She smirked as she put the lotion on him and wrapped his wrist to keep him from bleeding to death. His skin is deep red and looks badly burned.
|-|Amanda Young|-|
So you still going to do this Cell of Hell?
He looks over at her breathing hard.
|-|JT|-|
Yes...I have to...
|-|Amanda Young|-|
You don't have to do anything... it's a choice not something you have to do.
|-|JT|-|
No I have to. She disrespects my brother and leaves the home. Leaves her children all for what? Because she has to make a comeback? No it's more than that... she only came back because she can't think of anything else. I don't have anyone to think of... well I do, but we're on our own. When I think of my sister I know she can take care of herself.
Amanda dumps a lotion on his back to help with the burn.
|-|JT|-|
You ass!
|-|Amanda Young|-|
Stop being a baby... god and you're the one that requested this match.
She rolled her eyes, but smiled as she rubbed the anti burn lotion on his back.
|-|JT|-|
Her children will grow up hating her. I know what it's like not to have a father. My mom divorced him because he was always on the road. When she remarried even he wasn't around that much because of wrestling. Only Blake was around to take care of Jamie and me. Our mother just seemed to want to shop Blake was old enough to watch us so why should she have to.
He almost started to cry remembering being little and his mother leaving him with the cashier at the store so she could carry her bags to the car. Most people wouldn't believe that he would remember that, but Jamie hates talking about her parents.
|-|JT|-|
I hate her! She is just like my mother... not caring ... only does what she wants!
Amanda rubs her hand after tossing off the gloves over his head comfortably.
|-|Amanda Young|-|
It will be ok... you know what you want to do and have passed the trial.
He laughed slightly with the few drops of tears in his eyes fading and a smirk stuck on his face.
|-|JT|-|
Yes my trial by fire.
