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Stevie Tyler · (07-31-2013)

STEVIE CRASHES A TENT

Stevie hadn't been able to sleep since sending out the promo on Eli James IV. He knew Eli wasn't a man to be trifled with and had deep ties in the XWF. No matter how the match on Wednesday goes, Stevie knew it wouldn't end well for him. He had tried to watch his promo a few times, and hadn't been able to make it through. It absolutely wasn't him in control, that was for sure. But who was? It didn't seem like Gary's usual fare either.

Stevie was up late, again, and decided to take a walk to the local drugstore just down the road from his apartments. A Dr. Pepper and Snickers might be what he needed to calm his nerves, he thought. He'd never ran into any trouble on his walks to or from the store, so what he ran into, he would've never expected.

Nobody would, really. Why should they?

Once he had crossed the street at a four-way, he noticed a man standing about 60 ft. from him. Usually, no one else was out at 2am. But there he was. A tall, slender man in a yellow blazer and light, khaki pants. He had his head tilted toward the sky and Stevie could see that he was smiling. A big, creepy smile. He had his hands seemingly wrapped around an invisible person and was doing a slow dance, stopping briefly after every few steps. He was dancing toward Stevie. Stevie crossed the street again, aiming to get at the adjacent sidewalk that actually did lead directly to his apartments.

The man was following him. When Stevie turned to look, he stopped in the middle of the street. Eyes still straight toward the sky. Stevie picked up the pace on the sidewalk. He stopped and looked back again. The man was still following him, but was now crouched beside some bushes. Stevie cocked his head, and the man began coming toward him in an exaggerated, sneaky walk. The kind they do in cartoons.

Stevie started to run, and the man darted after him. Stevie scrambled over the fence surrounding his apartments, shot between a few cars, and the man was gone. He looked all over, and there was no sign of him. Was this another Dax situation? Was this another of the demons that had been attracted to him because of his ties to Gary? He turned around, relieved that the man had gone, only to be met with him standing right there.

The man grabbed him by the arms and opened his mouth wide. His jaw fell literally to the floor, and he swallowed Stevie whole. For several moments, all Stevie saw was darkness. After a while, he could feel himself sliding. He was heading toward a bright light, though truthfully, any light seems bright when you're engulfed in a void. As he got closer to the light, he could hear people singing…

"You must fight, be brave, against all evil. Never run, or even lag behind. If you would win for God and the right, just keep on the firing line!"

There was a heavy beat to the music, and as he got near the entrance he could hear people speaking in tongues. He tumbled out…He was spat out, in the back of a tent. There were rows of steel chairs and people dancing all around. A few women were running laps around the giant tent, and he could see one man convulsing on the floor. Stevie stood up and dusted himself off. Then he saw him.

Eli James IV, standing at the pulpit.

"He is good?" he asked into the microphone. "All the time!" the crowd responded. "And all the time?" Eli asked. "HE IS GOOD!"

"Amen. Now, now. Let's all settle down here just a minute. We all know he likes to show up and show out, but sometimes the flock needs the word. And here IS the word, man. I'm tellin' yawl. There's daaaaaark forces afoot. This terrible place I done been sent to, this X dubya F has this boy they want me to lay hands on on Winsdee. Stevie Tyler. Ya'll need to keep this boy in ya' prayers. See, he's got some demonic forces controllin' him. They twistin' his poor little body and mind in all sortsa' ways and I'm gone rip 'em right out of 'im."

Eli noticed Stevie standing in the back, held out his hand, and Stevie was yanked by an invisible force right into his clutches.

"Me, oh, my! If it ain't the boy been brought right here to us! Come on, ya'll. Let's pray for this little fella."

The crowd surrounded Stevie and all began to put their hands on him, all speaking in tongues. Stevie fell to the floor and lost consciousness. When he woke up, he found himself alone in a bed. The sheets had flowers on them and smelled like his grandma's house. The floor and walls were all made of wood paneling. He shot up and tossed the sheets off of himself. He found that he was wearing those red pajamas with the butt-flap. Stevie opened the door and the room, or hallway, was pitch black. He took his chances and stepped out. He was right back in the bedroom.

He now noticed a photo of Eli hanging on the wall. It was watching him and smiling. Stevie moved closer to it, watching the eyes. It followed his every movement.

"I got something stuck in my teeth, boy?" the Eli picture said.

Stevie leapt backwards. "What!? What is going on!?"

The photo laughed. "Well, it ain't time for that jeschet. Ya' see…I seen that promo ya' sent. It was real cute. Inspirin' even. It really touched me down in my sweet meats. I figured I'd bring ya' here to my Village."

"Like, the movie?" Stevie said. "That movie sucked! Dude, please let me go home. I don't want any of this."

"Well, now. I know you don't WANT none of this, but it's what ya' need, man. Ya' need to wake up and see the light, boy. That's what I'm here for, ya' understand? I'm here to lead you up and out of this dark pit you found yourself in."

There's a nightstand by Stevie's bed. Eli climbed out of the picture, one limb at a time, laughing hysterically as he contorted. He pointed at the stand. There was a leather-bound book and a pin.

"Right over yonder, Steven, is a journal. What I have folks do when they get here, to help 'em get in touch with theirselves and what led them to where they is, is to write in one of them. Everything they're feeling. Things they're doin'. Things they wanna' do. Anything, really. I said all that to say this, Steven…You ain't leavin' till you change, son. That's your key."

WIth that, Eli vanished from the room.

Stevie sat on the bed, trying to make sense of the whole thing. In another place, however, Drotte the Liar reentered Gary's apartment.

"Bro, that…That's some harsh stuff," Gary said.

"I will not tell you again, Baal'Nezz, he needs this to survive on Wednesday. He needs US."

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