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The Reflection Of Infection; Destiny Roleplay
Topic Started: Mar 29 2008, 05:09 AM (345 Views)
"The Hope"
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Timeline, The: Though three men entered the ring on Showdown #20, only two of them were truly vying for the opportunity to face Cody Williams for his International Championship at Destiny.

"The Hope" Isaac White has voiced his opinion on championship gold on more than one occasion since his arrival in sVo, and has made it clear that he has no intention of claiming it anytime soon, nor anytime in the foreseeable future. He has even gone so far as to suggest that the title belts within sVo are 'custom-tailored' for Undesirables, giving them a strong motive to continue in their decadent ways and fight amongst themselves.

In a strange, yet compelling turn of events, White gained his third consecutive victory Sunday night after removing Kerry Millano from the ring and taking credit for his work, hooking the leg of Jason Fox to secure the three-count. As a result, White now finds himself the unwitting contender to the sVo International Championship.

Needless to say, this 'WTF?!' moment left White standing in the ring with a look of utter bewilderment on his face.

What does "The Hope" have to say about his surprising victory on Showdown #20? How about the odd, fish-out-of-water situation he now finds himself entangled in? Just who is this mystery person whom White seems to have placed his crosshairs over, ready to pull the trigger?

Suspend reality and enter The Surreal to find out!


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"<span style='font-size:13pt;line-height:100%'>THE REFLECTION of INFECTION"</span>


Scene, The: As the shot opens, we can see hundreds of small, glinting lights sliding in and out of focus- blurry at first, then sharp.

At first glance, the sight before us is simply too confusing to comprehend and make any sense of. With a second look, everything becomes clearer. Mirrors. Hundreds, maybe thousands of them, all facing in different directions, some forming complex, almost never-ending reflections bouncing off one another. The mirrors are all different shapes and sizes, ranging from jagged and angular to smooth and wavy, and collectively form four solid walls around us.

There is no floor underneath our feet. Rather, we are stood on a desert floor composed entirely of sand, giving the illusion of a truly monstrous room when reflected in the thousands of glossy surfaces surrounding us. The true scale of the room is impossible to determine.

There is no ceiling above our heads, either. Instead, we can simply see an open night sky, awash with inky blues and purples, with glistening stars twinkling luminously, not a cloud in sight.

A ringing voice suddenly bounces off the army of mirrors around us, reverberating throughout the room ominously like a hundred church bells.

?: OI, OVER HERE!

The camera turns in the rough direction of the voice, and catches a glimpse of a shadowy figure inside countless mirrors. The figure disappears almost instantly. Footsteps are left behind in the sandy floor. The voice shouts out again, filled with a maniacal joy, as if it's owner is playing some sick game with us.

?: NO, HERE!

Again, the camera attempts to pin-point the position the voice is emanating from, turning wildly in a circle, and we find ourselves surrounded by a thousand reflections of the shadowy face, smiling wickedly. The many mirrors give the face a warped, twisted appearance as it looms over us, leering.

?: OR IS IT OVER... HERE?!

hahahahahaha!

A psychotic cackle bursts out from the corners of the room, and the man finally steps forwards, revealing himself. Thousands of Isaac Whites stand before us, thrown against the glass walls. Some of the reflections are tall, and skeletally-thin, while others are short and rotund. Some have comically over-sized heads, some have twig-like limbs.

Isaac slowly walks towards the camera, each and every step containing a menacing edge to it.

ISAAC: MIRROR, MIRROR, ON THE WALL, WHO IS THE FAIREST OF THEM ALL?!

He cups a hand to his ear, as though expecting one of the thousands of clones around him to suddenly step out of their mirror frame and answer him. A tense silence ensues, during which he receives no answer.

He lowers his hand and gazes at the camera. He speaks in a much quieter, much calmer voice.

ISAAC: Well, it certainly isn't me, is it?

In an instant, White seems to snap out of the weird, trance-like state which previously possessed him and gives a small chuckle at his joke.

ISAAC: Sorry about that, did I scare you? Sometimes I get a little lost up there-

White points a finger to his temple.

ISAAC: -When you're trapped inside a hall of mirrors all day, you tend to lose yourself a little bit. I've been here for a while now. I've had nothing else to do but look at several hundred reflections of myself.

I'm glad you came along, I was starting to get a little lonely. Now I've got somebody to talk to.


He smiles cheerfully and casually leans against one of the mirrors beside him before continuing.

ISAAC: I now find myself presented with a rather unique situation, to say the least.

In every promotion I've worked for throughout my fabled career, I've maintained the mentality that money, trophies, championship belts and other material goods hold little value in my eyes. For me, the true sentimental value within my work resides in the memories of those that I have cured and brought to my noble cause. Unfortunately, I have only a handful of such memories for now...

It seems that I've since changed my stance on such things, as last Sunday night would indicate.

For the benefit of those who missed it, I'll elaborate...


He tightens his grip on his cane and closes his eyes as he remembers.

ISAAC: A three-way match between Kerry Millano, Jason Fox and I took place. I've likened myself to a vulture before, in the way that I allow my enemies to beat each other senseless, stalking them all the while, before swooping down and delivering the final blow, ending their suffering.

On Showdown Twenty, when Millano and Fox lay battered and exhausted in the middle of the ring, I knew it was time to take flight from my perch. Swiftly and without mercy, I removed Millano from the equation and finished Fox off myself, picking at his rotting carcass.

As a result, I won the right to face Williams at Destiny for the International Championship.


The mirror White is leaning on suddenly gleams brightly. Isaac seems to notice from the corner of his eye and steps away from it. He turns to observe the changes now taking place on the surface of the mirror.

The reflection of White begins to rapidly transform. His hat, cloak and gloves all disappear, revealing a much leaner, more defined body underneath. The scars on his face fade away, and he looks more youthful and handsome. Highlights are streaked through his hair, which ties itself back.

Stood in front of White is a mirror image of Cody Williams, with a gleaming, gold belt securely fastened around his waist.

ISAAC: And so this is where my mentality seems to have changed.

Perhaps winning the gold would actually serve my cause well. The Barracks could use such an item as a weapon of sorts. We are in Las Vegas, afterall. These are some of the sorriest excuses of human beings I've ever laid eyes upon. Particularly in the sVo. Maybe wearing a shiny belt would attract the attention of the very people I seek to Cure. Namely, my good old friends- the Undesirables.


He now examines the reflection of Williams more closely. The glistening chunk of gold is reflected in White's eyes as he observes Cody with a disgusted expression.

ISAAC: "The Reflection Of Perfection", eh? All I see stood before me is "The Reflection Of Infection!"

As he speaks, the surface of the mirror suddenly accumulates a decade's amount of dust, and a nasty, black mould begins to develop all over it, slowly eroding the image of Williams.

ISAAC: Cody, I'll do the same to you as I did to Kerry and Fox and those who have fallen before me in the previous month.

Like the hungry scavenger I am in that ring, I'll slowly pick at you, tearing the flesh from your bones. As you drag your pathetic body across the desert floor, I'll deal the killing blow. I will break you, I will steal your title, and then I'll throw your scraps to the dogs in the Gauntlet match!

Why? Because you're one of them. Fame and success have gone to your head, and now you bask in the warm glow of stardom, fighting for glory and riches.

I'm afraid you've contracted the virus, Cody. You're officially another statistic in this world-wide pandemic.


White turns his head towards the camera sharply and begins to advance on it, tightening the gloves on his hands. As he does so, every single mirror in the room changes, now displaying an image of White, with the International Championship strapped across his chest like a bandolier.

ISAAC: Don't worry, Williams, there is Hope for you. There is a Cure. On March Thirtieth, you will meet your destiny... as will another.

The mirror on which White was previously leant on now changes, only just catching up to the rest of the mirrors in the room. This one is different, however. It doesn't display the image of White and his newly-won title. Instead, it simply shows a reflection of the starry sky overhead.

White frowns slightly, as if confused, and taps the mirror with his cane. The reflection quickly changes to match those in the rest of the room.

The scene fades to black.

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Does Isaac White's destiny truly lie in capturing the sVo International Championship? If so, will he succeed? Will Destiny mark the date we learn who White's subject of fascination is? Will we see an immediate confrontation between the two, or does Isaac simply wish to talk to this enigmatic person?

Only time will tell...
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