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The Night of Walpurgis; Distress RP #1
Topic Started: Dec 3 2009, 09:07 PM (112 Views)
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Darkness…Silence…Stillness…all exists this night. A solemn man lies sprawled out on a grave. He knew his time was near…as a matter of fact…he awaited it. Finally…finally he could be released…perhaps he would find his release. Night in and night out…he suffered…he had no one left in his life to care for. The last person he had…he hadn’t seen in quite a while. That was the luscious Fyre…a girl straight out of mystery…who fell into his life out of nowhere. Morrigan looks to the pathetic form upon his grave.

“My dear…dear Distress…why do you remain upon that mound of dirt. Fyre shall return…but we have another matter before us. You get to dance with the devil in the pale moonlight my dear…while my beloved Edward and your brother D’Spayre watch on.

He used to love this world. It always was in his youth, a happy place to flee to. The people cared for one another, needed each other to survive. That concept has died. People don't care anymore, they step on each other, just so they can make it to the top.”

As Morrigan looks on at him, Distress stared into the eternal darkness thinking of days past. He remembered all the times he use to enjoy with Alexia…then she was gone…leaving him to Cadence…then she was gone…then he saw Serenity…then…then SHE stepped into his world.

“And as his youth faded, hell seemed to rise. It seemed to devour all that he held dear, consuming with each bite, bits of his life. Family issues worsened, people to help were called, they seemed to be the only ones who cared.”

SHE was Fyre. A woman surrounded by mystery…that couldn’t help but intrigue Distress. Distress was enraptured by her beauty when he first lay eyes on her several years ago. Then it just expanded from there…and now…he longed for her sweet embrace once more.

“As years went on he forgot, the many memories of his past, hiding them in the darkest place of his mind. Wondering if it was him, he used to cry. Thinking he was nothing, useless to this earth, always seeing those who were so much, so precious to everyone everywhere. A darkened veil he used to keep, always covering from sight, all the things he feared to meet. But now his youth has gone away, and he no longer sees the good, the happy, the love.”

Though he said it, he knew otherwise…but wouldn’t accept or acknowledge it. Was it love he did feel for Fyre…or was it just a dream…a hapless dream that was never meant to be anything more than lust or a lost love.

“A riot has broken, proven his fear, brought to life the very thing that he despairs. And as a child he used to love this world, but now he sees it as it truly is, a waste for time, a waste for life to only die in the end. For as he sits about to die, he sees he did not love this world, rather hated it before the day he was born.

However, since Cyrus seems to like history lessons…perhaps I should take you back…several decades ago…Transylvania…The Sylvanian Manor. There was a family who lived there…comprised of a mother and father and their six childer and a step son. The Ison’s they were called. Vincent and Victoria begot Edward…Kevin…Scott…Paul…Philip…Sean…and Jacob…the bastard child outside of wedlock unto another woman. They lived…what appeared to be a happy life…but…the family held a dark secret. A secret…that if known by those pitiful peasants in the town surrounding the manor…would have spelled a definite sign of doom. They were called…Vampyrs. They were believed to be direct descendant of Vlad Dracule…the Impaler.”

Morrigan pauses and looks past the camera…to some unknown guest.

“Laugh if you like. Doesn’t matter. Assume that you’re so much smarter than the poor, broken lunatic. But think about this: you’re a dead thing, same as me. You died and were reborn…as this. What makes you and me different? Simple---I remember what I saw when I was full and truly dead. You’d be mad too.

We are not your typical…blood sucking freaks that you see on the late night horror shows. We do not…bleh bleh…I vant to suck your blood. We are real…and we do not feed on the blood of the weak…we do not feed on blood…period. We all have an iron deficiency…but what is wrong with eating your steak rare…or eating raw hamburger. They use to do it on the high seas, did they not.

We weren’t always like this though. Have you ever heard of a mad scientist? And no, I don’t mean Igor…or Dr. Frankenstein. If you even thought that…then perhaps you’ve been watching too many B-Rated films. No, I mean mad scientists…like Einstein…Sir Isaac Newton…Thomas Jefferson.

They weren’t mad you say…trust me…during their times…if you had walked up to someone and told them e=mc2...they would think you mad and lock you away in an asylum somewhere.

I knew of a mad scientist once. A man…so hell-bent on finding immortality…he didn’t care who he hurt….or who he killed. He took the word of vampire…and took it to another level. He got so enraptured in his work that he began believing that blood was the key to his immortality…but, he was too much a coward to test upon himself. He instead tested upon his childer…and his wife. That man was known as Vincent Ison. That’s right…the father of the Brothers of Misery. Alexandria…would not survive his onslaught. He killed his own wife to find the curse that is immortality. That same tainted blood flows in the Brothers veins…as well as mine. My beloved Edward has taken care of him however.”

Morrigan pauses a moment and again stares past the camera. Anger seems to cross her features.

“Please. I’d thought you above such abysmal Judeo-Christian fallacies. The serpent is not to be trusted…knowledge is the source of all evil. Why do you think parents instill such beliefs in their children--or that your sire reared you in like fashion? Why would they balk at sharing wisdom? Ah, you begin to understand. Would you like to sit and speak with me now?”

Morrigan has an evil grin across her face.

“Save your breath weak one--no one will here your screams. No one cares…have you not listened to me at all. Have you not heard me tell you that this World is not meant for us. It only chews us up…and spits us out. And makes you an embarrassment like my friend Distress over there…sulking like the little baby that he is.”

Morrigan walks to where she kept looking and places her thumb an index finger upon the chin of a fiery red head. Blood drips from her head and a small pool had already began forming around the chair she had been anchored too. Morrigan licks her lips.

“Don’t worry childe…the pain will be over soon enough. Look Distress. Isn’t she exquisite? Yes, she’s my newest find--I’m her muse, the sweet little creature. Imagine! And what of--oh Scott? Why, I could hardly say -- after all…she had her 15 minutes, as they say, but it just wasn’t going to last, and it all became so very tedious, so I had to say adieu. Suicide? Really? Silly boy -- you should thank me. I could kill her right here and now…but because you seem to love this wretch…I will leave her be. She’s trying to destroy your family Distress…do you want her to be allowed to do that? Can you not see, I’m just protecting you…just like EOI would want me too. Don’t you love your brothers? They love you. And us making Fyre here…see the light…you will love her so much better. Don’t you want that Distress? Don’t you want you’re beloved Fyre to burn through your heart once more?

Before we go any further however, allow me to tell you Distress…that you’re getting an unprecedented opportunity here. I’m doing us all a favor Distress…I’m making her one of us. We’ve spent decades weaving this stage curtain we call a masquerade to hide the real show from all these fools in the wrestling business. We didn’t want all those fools to know that the Brothers of Misery were out there…don’t you agree Distress? It’s for the same reason the wolf doesn’t want the sheep knowing he is around. It makes our work so much easier Distress…you know this…why do you fight it? You keep this shit up Distress…TJ is going to destroy you. Do you want that Distress?!”

Distress shakes his head furiously.

“Then why do you keep moping like a little bitch? Where’s the monster that you are Distress? They should fear us…not poke fun at us? Have you not been watching CZW Distress…because that’s exactly what they’re doing to us. You and EOI have defeated Total Mayhem multiple times….but still…CZW never took you seriously. You were just another couple of retro Goth wannabes that no one would take seriously. That’s why the Mayhem destroyed you both in your debut match. And that‘s why they destroyed you last week.”

Morrigan walks over and kicks the prone Distress in the face. She looks back over at Fyre.

“You’re looking pale my dear. That will never do if we are to be seen later. Allow me to take care of the looking pale for the both of us. I must admit though…it’s quite disturbing that you seem so…so frightened of what we are…and who we are. Especially considering you called yourself Distress’s life mate. Truth be told…this should be the least of your shocks awaiting you this night. We have just begun. Don’t waste my time trying to beg and plea for Distress…or to me to leave your whiny ass alone. There is no science or rational explanation for this…it’s just what we are…and what you soon will be. Quit your crying Distress…you are a disappointment to the Ison family.

Morrigan’s thoughts are disturbed by a black Lexus that pulls up to the cemetery. As the doors open, Morrigan looks in their direction as several men step out in black business suits and sunglasses…none other than the other Ison Brothers…except Philip. Philip had died a couple of years ago by testing some sort of mystery meat. It was believed he had been reincarnated into something…like a coconut monkey.

“So they’re finally here to collect you.”

Morrigan stands and walks over to meet them. EOI, who was also the driver walks toward Morrigan.

“Greetings beloved. It’s time.”

“I know Edward…I know. He‘s still lying there sniveling like some kind of baby. I hurt is poor…pathetic…pitiful…lover.”

The four other men surround Distress and put him in restraints and then lead him to the car. Distress opens his mouth to say something, only to be struck in the face by EOI. Distress spits blood to the ground. Distress was then blindfolded and struck in the face repeatedly. Being blindfolded meant he couldn't "roll with the punches" and the blows would have been that much more destructive. His appearance was marred more than any man, and his form more than the sons of men. Distress put up no fight as they began to strip him down, and then scourged. In scourging, EOI used a whip called a flagrum consisting of leather straps embedded with metal and glass fragments with small metal balls sewn into the end of each thong. This whip was brought down with full force and when struck against the back of Distress, was pulled thus tearing the skin off, exposing muscle, and maybe even exposing his very bones. Undoubtedly, his back was reduced to an oozing mass of mutilated flesh. The scourging stopped when it was determined that Distress was struck with 39 lashes By this time, he was in great pain, suffering severe blood loss, and was becoming very weak and thirsty. Only after this was he finally placed in the car.

“You deserve this all…YOU DESERVE IT ALL!!! How could you allow another person to bring you down like this brother…how could you allow Fyre to even dare try to tear you from our family. Distress…it’s time you be the monster that you’re supposed to be. It’s time for you to walk into Overdrive…and finish what we started with Total Mayhem four weeks ago. You will destroy TJ…and this BITCH will not stop you. I don’t care if the odds are against you…that is YOUR battle…no one else’s…just YOURS!! Are you going to fail us again Distress…are you going to go the way of Philip? Or are you going to prove that you are an Ison brother…a BROTHER of Misery? Are you going to show us that you belong…or are you going to ruin the family name by taking a loss to a sworn enemy?”

EOI slaps Distress across the face.

“Answer me brother…break from them…come after me…TAKE ME OUT DISTRESS…I see the hatred boiling up in your eyes…I see the rage…COME ON DISTRESS…make your brothers proud…break the Alpha male…the oldest Brother. That’s right…me Distress…do it…DO IT!!!”

Distress starts goin into convulsions, slowly snapping more and more…insanity filling every part of his mind and soul…as he begins to sweat blood…then darkness…

:::A Couple of Hours Later:::

Distress is forced out of the car and slammed to the ground as they put a scarlet robe on him and place a crown of barbed wire upon his head. The robe would stick to the congealing blood on his back and when they ripped it from him later, it would be very painful and would help to continue the bleeding even more. They put a crown of barbed wire on his head. These barbs were shoved between his scalp and skull as well as ripping and tearing at the skin. Severe bleeding would ensue along with great pain. Distress was mocked and beaten another time after the scourging. He was very weak by this time, but Distress didn’t care. It was HIS burden to bare…and no others.

“Why Distress? Why? It’s not her place to tell you what to do Distress. It’s not her place to rip you from our family. Distress…it is YOUR battle. TJ Mayhem is yours to destroy and maim…all yours. It’s STILL your fault Distress…for being weak. Allowing another outside our family to manipulate you…to try and make you something your not. It’s our place as your brothers to show you the error of your ways…but if that damned harlot means that much to you …then she shall join you …but it is still YOUR battle Monday…and it will be YOUR victory…but if you let that BITCH keep interfering with you…and YOUR business…you will surely fail and TJ will have your head. Do you want that Distress…DO YOU WANT THAT!!?? We are the greatest tag team to ever grace the world of wrestling…multiple tag team titles held in several other feds…but because you wanna play Romeo and Juliet with that WHORE…you are about to unravel all that we have worked for if you keep this shit up!!”

Again EOI drilled Distress in the jaw which sent him reeling and to the ground. Distress was lead away to a cross and finally, he was nailed to a cross-beam. Normally a person was laid down upon the cross beam and a nail driven into one wrist. Then the other hand was pulled very tightly and another nail driven into the other wrist. The nails were usually about 6-8 inches long. Placing the nail in the wrist severs the median nerve resulting in a burning pain as well as paralysis in the hand. EOI rested a stake in position on his wrist as another used a sledgehammer to drive them through Distress’s wrists. Blood splattered upon the men as blood began to pool around the wounded areas.

“Now move Distress. We’re not done here.”

Distress forced himself to his feet with the cross on his back, nailed to him by his wrists. And slowly, he dragged the cross up a steep hill where his final resting place was to be. All along the way, he was being whipped, leaving lashes across his legs. He continued on…dragging his cross the entire way till he finally reached the top, a blood trail in his pass.

“Your time for freedom has come…this is your final release? Can you finally be free of all your pain and anguish? Will this be it…can you handle this Distress? It‘s time”

Once Distress was lifted to the cross, His feet were nailed, driven stakes into his flesh by a sledgehammer. But, in order to do this, His knees were bent and the feet brought up a bit to allow them to lie flat against the stake so they could be nailed to it. Once suspended, the force of gravity brought the weight of his body down and the shoulders and elbows dislocated by popping out of joint, ripping ligaments. Because of his outstretched position of the arms, the chest cavity is in a perpetually expanded state and it is very difficult to breathe. With the severe loss of blood from the scourging and crucifixion, Distress was becoming dehydrated and his body was beginning to have less blood to carry oxygen. Therefore, his heart was beating faster as it attempted to compensate and his need for oxygen increased greatly. In order to breath, Distress had to push up on the nails in his feet to allow his chest enough flexibility to inhale. Pushing up on the nails was not only excruciating, but this meant he had to scrape his raw, beaten back against the rough wooden stake. The whole process of breathing and exhaling by pushing up on the nails only increased the intensity as time passed. Soon, the body was getting to the point of no return and the heart would either rupture or he was going to die from asphyxiation. But, before any of that would happen, the blood loss resulted in extreme thirst as the body craved water to restore the lost blood. Distress dared not ask for anything.

“You have failed everyone you have ever came into contact with. You’re like a plague…everything is destined to die or be destroyed if you ever touch it. Your past records of winning…being the monster you are destined to be…ruined…all in one night…”

Distress stared out into oblivion as EOI and the other brothers left Distress upon his cross, blood dripping from his body and pooling at the base of his cross. Alongside him Fyre too had been crucified…but she appeared to have been there much longer than him. She had already fainted. Distress looked on as Morrigan stepped before them.

“Heh heh, we are the Alpha and the Omega. Look at us…Brothers of Misery… they lost their family at a young age…they lost their crew…they lost their innocence…and then Distress loses his soul mate. For years, they have ran from the past…they ran from their lives…from fed to fed they jumped tryin to get away. But no matter where they went…it always caught up with them…everything they always fought for…was it all worth it. They failed time and time again to protect those they cared for…or somethin happened…and they got separated…”

Distress’s shoulders slump as he looks at the ground and Morrigan continues to speak.

“So, here it is….it looks like the epic struggle between the Mayhem’s and the Misery’s here in the CzW are far from over. Now, our young Distress is the next shot to be fired.…against Jakob…a man who didn’t have what it took to truly defeat us even with his brother. We still were victorious. But now, you get a singles match…if you so choose to accept it. Instead…you could just be released. There’s nothing left for you to do…you have no one left worth fighting for. The last one you had…well…heh…looks like she‘s already given up. Look at her Distress.”

Distress moves his head slightly to see his beloved Fyre…still…unmoving…and getting cold.

“You’ve lost her…you weren‘t able to save her Distress…the love of your life.…you killed her Distress. It wasn’t meant to be. And it’s your fault Distress…you just laid there…and allowed us to cross her over. She never really loved you anyway did she Distress…now are you ready to quit being a coward and rejoin the ranks of the Brothers of Misery…or are you giving up on them just like you did her?”

Distress’s eyes flashed red. Past visions flooded his mind…his first tag team title shots…all his victories…his past times of fun…then...Fyre. The night he stood on the rooftops…and she found him there…and together they shared something neither had shared before… Was SHE…worth fighting for…was she worth saving… Morrigan walks over and kicks Distress in the side.

“YES YOU FOOL!! FYRE is worth fighting for…YOU WILL SAVE HER!!!”

From the car, EOI looked back at Distress and turned several shades of white as Distress ripped his hand from the stake, flesh ripping and blood pouring from the wounds…followed by the other hand with more ripping and shredding. Distress then draped his arms over the side pieces and ripped his feet free. He hit the ground grimacing in pain. Morrigan seems surprised to hear his muffled voice.


“She is worth fightin for. And my sin must be repaid in blood. You think our first fights were bad Jakob Mayhem…yeah, you know…all those times you actually had a partner…but now…NOW it‘s just you and I. The lumberjacks are just to even the odds…that’s all…so now…we get another fight…and this time…this time nothin is on the line…it‘s just you and I. This time Mayhem…YOU’RE MINE!!! I will destroy you again Mayhem…and again…and again. Mayhem…you’ve pissed me off…and I’m not about to lie down and let you think you you’ve got an Ace in the hole. You bring back your big buddy and I’ll take him down too. Your blood will be mine…and that blood will be what pays for my sin. You talk big about our match Jakob Mayhem…have Cyrus give us all the history lessons he wants to…you underestimated Distress and his Brothers of Misery…that’s where you f**ked up. I told you Mayhem…I told you not to underestimate me. I also told you that you would know my name after that match…and you still will. Do you know my name now…DO YOU? Cause if you don’t, I will have to beat it into you again…and soon…real soon…you will FEAR my name Mayhem. I didn’t gain all my past success by accepting the lack of acknowledgement people gave me. No, I FORCED my name down their throat…just ask Meades and Fairbanks…or Thomas Brewington even. Or hell, just ask Robert Dawson…I remember back when he called himself Doomsday…he learned what that name really meant every time we stepped into the ring against each other. And now, now Jakob Mayhem…you too will learn the meaning of doomsday. I can count the hours you have left to enjoy your life…then…it will be MINE!! Bring your boy Ezra…bring him with you to the ring…and see what he gets. Maybe EOI or D’Spayre can get their hands on him again and take care of him so he won’t be makin it to the ring with you. But, as far as our match goes…it’s just you…and ME!! I will show you what I really can do…I will show you what I am capable of…and your reign will be finished once and for all. So many lost souls have felt the power I have…I ended their reigns of terror. They were more concerned about getting a world title shots then they were about facing me…heh…they went down in a bloody heap…just like you will. And then you will be starin up into the lights through blood encrusted eyes, seein me standin above you…holding MY HANDS into the air. That is, if I choose to allow you any last breaths before I extinguish you FEAR ME JAKOB MAYHEM…FEAR ME!! Bring all your tricks to the table…and see where they get you.”

The squealing of tires fills the night as the lack Lexus barrels away as fast as it can. Distress smiles with blood covered lips. Distress stands and starts lumbering toward the street.

“And then, when I’m through with you Jakob Mayhem…I will protect my dear Fyre…I will find her again. This time…this time I won’t lose her. I will fight with every fiber in my body to keep her safe. And neither YOU, nor Ezra, nor Cyrus will ever keep me from her. There was so much left undone…so many loose ends to tie…and now…now she will be one of the Brothers of Misery…and she will be accepted with open arms by all my family. I should have never allowed myself to lose her…and though I went hunting for her…you may try to END me…you may decide to destroy my world. But be warned…the Brothers survive. And now TJ Mayhem…you think you can stop me. YOU’RE SADLY MISTAKEN!! Nothing can stop me Mayhem…try as you might…but my purpose in this life has been renewed. And this is all for you Fyre. I now fight my battles in your name Fyre…and in the honor of my Brothers. Are you prepared to be ruined Jakob…cause it will happen soon…soon you will be ruined Jakob. In a couple of days…the disgrace you have put upon the tag division will be erased…and a real champions will rise. I am a multi-time EWC Tag Team Champion…and I have held many more titles then you can ever wish to hold in my career. It‘s time for the Monster's Ball.”

Distress looks to the horizon with a sinister smile. He picks up the discarded flagrum and begins striking Fyre with it.

“Awaken my love…awaken and take your place in our Kingdom..”

In the distance EOI looks toward Distress.

"I think he's ready."

The scene fades…
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