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LH Harrison · (08-27-2014)

Another week, another loss.

LH Harrison is shown sitting backstage at Relentless after his most recent match. He is sitting on a steel chair in the locker room. No one is in the room as everyone is either competing or elsewhere watching the rest of the PPV. LH Harrison is staring into his own hands and wiping his face with them creating a horrific image of blood splattered all over LH’s body. It’s very reminiscent of when he awoke several days earlier drenched in blood. Only this time… LH isn’t having quite the same reaction. He stands up and paces around the room slowly.

I let a demon encompass my body and this is what I get as a result? More blood on my hands and no nearer to a title match? I had it. It was right there! Then that loosecannon cop had to headbutt me in the groin five times. Who does that? That’s not sick or twisted as much as it is homoerotic. That retired cop cost me a title shot. For that, he will never be let out of my sight. You think you’re done with The Inspiration, Swagmire? Think again. I think… it’s time to change tactics though. I’ve been going about this the wrong way.

He sits down and places his fingers together with the tips all touching the tips on the opposite hand. He grits his teeth in frustration. He suddenly seems to have an idea and looks through his bag for his phone. He finds it and flips through the contacts. He sees a few names and chuckles to himself. He puts the phone away.

You see, I’m the Inspiration in case you’ve forgotten. My sole purpose here is to make sure people feel Inspired at all costs. That isn’t changing today or anytime soon. A few weeks ago, after my match with Cain and Mastermind, I contracted some sort of demon that took over my body. He… murdered an innocent man as well as a whole building full of dogs. It’s sickening. But he did it with these hands.

LH holds up his hands that still have blood on them.

He did it with MY hands. MY HANDS. And now, I let him have control over one match due to my disbelief in myself and he doesn’t even get the job done. You know what he did do though? He demolished Swagmire post-match until he gushed blood. I would NEVER do that. I’m an honorable competitor. I follow the rules. I enforce the rules.

This.

Will.

Not.

Suffice.

It’s time to relinquish this demon.

LH suddenly falls to the floor and begins writhing in agony. LH starts pulling himself back up but it seems disjointed as if the body is trying to fight itself. One hand is pushing back on the chest while the other is pulling that hand back. One leg is dragging while the other is stepping forward. He crawls to a mirror and the reflection and his normal self are switching back and forth.

NO! This is my body you piece of shit! You gave it up when you didn’t follow Daddy’s orders.

I… I shall never give this up to you. I have a divine purpose here, demon!

And I have a purpose more meaningful!

GET OUT!

NEVER!

Nnnnooowwwwwww!

LH’s body falls in a clump on the floor. He stands up and looks in the reflection and it’s the demon staring back at him with a pissed off look on his face.

Henry. How dare you defy me? Do you know who I am? I am going to make you pay for this 1,000 fold. You asswipe. You cocksucker. You piece of elephant shit. I will make you squeal with pain and agony. Enough that you’ll beg me to either kill you or make you never have to face the light of day again.

Shut up. I’m tired of these mind games. I’m tired of you telling me I’m not good enough. I’m SICK. And I’m TIRED. You want to be relevant again, ghosty? Well you’re about to be flushed.

Wait… what do you mean? Come back here you coward! CHICKEN SHIT!

LH walks out of the room and almost runs into Michael McBride. McBride rears back about to punch LH before LH apologizes and asks where he might find Father Steve Robinson. McBride calms down and points down the hall. LH apologizes again and walks down the hall. He comes to a locker room where all of the newest guys are staying. He sees Father Steve Robinson sitting down reading from the Bible in the book of Genesis. LH smiles.

“So God created human beings in his own image, in the image of God he created them…”

The pastor turns around and smiles at the sight of LH Harrison.

Genesis 1:27. Very nice Mr. Harrison. I didn’t realize how religious you were. How are you doing on this blessed day, Mr. Harrison?

He stands up and extends his hand.

I’m doing fiiiiiiiiiAIEEEE!

As he takes the hand of Father Steve, he receives an electric shock that pulses through his body. He falls to the floor in a heap. Father Steve Robinson checks his vitals and feels it as low. The scene fades into darkness.

He wakes up in writhing pain with his body being lifted off of the bed. He looks around the room and sees Father Steve Robinson standing over his body with a Bible in hand. There are two other XWF employees, but he doesn’t recognize them. They are holding down his arms and legs.

…our God and Lord…

The voice in his head that he’s heard the last few weeks is screaming.

NO! Tell them to stop! Henry, please! They’re killing me!

…we confidently undertake to repulse the attacks and deceits of the devil.

If you won’t then I will!

LH’s head raises up and the demon speaks out.

LET GO OF ME YOU SHITHEADS!

He throws his left arm throwing the man back, but he bounces back and grabs ahold.

…God the father commands you.

I’M GOING TO KILL YOU ALL! ESPECIALLY YOU, MR. BIBLE THUMPER!

The two men finally get rope on the arms and legs of LH and use their body weight to pull him down.

We beseech Thee through Jesus Christ Our Lord.

LH’s body begins to stop convulsing. Father Steve throws some holy water on him and it sizzles as it hits him. Father Steve Robinson continues his exorcism to fruition.

They slowly remove the ropes. LH extends his hand to Father Steve who takes it and squeezes it tight.

Tha… thank you sir. You are a lifesaver.

It’s not a problem. I’m sure you would’ve done the exact same thing in my position.

Yeah, yeah. Still. Whatever you need Father, I will gladly help you.

LH Harrison gets out of the bed slowly and walks to the mirror on the wall. He inspects his face and notices no changes. He sighs happily and walks out of the room. The reflection doesn’t falter, but it follows him as he leaves the room.

Thank God.

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