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| Second Sacrament; BoM RP#1 | |
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| Topic Started: Dec 17 2009, 11:13 PM (66 Views) | |
| Deleted User | Dec 17 2009, 11:13 PM Post #1 |
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Through the time of fires, rising high In the ring we face a past. At a moneylender's cry The rain is her forecast. ~~~~~~~~~~ The scene opens on the bright and vibrant purple colors of a black light in what appears to be a local rave, as the camera pans back. The place is filled with thrashing bodies of the young who seek to fill their lives with drinks, dancing, and whatever illegal acts that they can find to fill their rebellious young hearts. Glow in the dark, body paint seems to be the “in” thing at the moment as several different glowing limbs swing about with a wild passion, sweat glazing the dance floor. The rave seems to cater more to the dark in mind as various heavy metal artists blaze across the speakers in the joint. The camera moves slowly around, catching a blinding glare off of a nearby strobe light, before catching a glimpse of a man sitting back in a corner to himself. The camera then begins to move amongst the colliding bodies on the dance floor, the moshing bodies drowning the cameras view momentarily. The turbulence when looking through the lens is enough to make any man queasy and volatile. Finally, the camera and man doing the filming, approach a safety within the ranks of small black tables, most filled with empty shot glasses or beer bottles. The camera is now able to catch a better glimpse of the man in the dark. Half-hidden in the shadows, the man signals for the camera to come ever closer. As the scene moves forward, the man’s face stands out against the silhouette of the corner. A pair of very dark and expensive shades covers his face. The camera stops at the table where the man instructs the cameraman to sit. A small black light bulb flickers on briefly above their heads, revealing the man’s whole face, covered only in the shades His face looks rather worn tonight…and the face seems to be unshaved. His hair is long and black. If it weren’t for his familiar voice, he would almost seem like a new person altogether… EOI: So you showed… Looks like you CZW dogs still take your orders like the obedient bitches that you are. Some things never change, eh? Unlike my appearance, which is nothing more than a way to express myself at the moment. I like to express myself. It f**ks with people’s heads… EOI reclines back. His eerie face fades to black as the bulb above them flickers back out, leaving only half of the man’s face visible to the camera now. And EOI laughs to himself, his single visible eye glaring back into the lens with an intimidating look. His visage is still fresh, and the look is hard to describe as it is ridden across his face. He then grins mischievously and laughs again. EOI: Have you ever had the feeling of impending doom? Like your life was on a countdown, and you had only so long to prepare for your demise? The camera sits motionless. EOI: I imagine that’s how the Mayhems must feel right now. Or perhaps not. It seems that I’ve managed to get under their skin, talking about the family I never knew… They seem to think that they’re the only men in the world with “issues”, why else would they have ever disappeared for so long. But let’s go ahead and pretend that the world lies upon Jakob and Ezra’s shoulders for now. Let’s go ahead and give them pity for the family they may never see again…The father that would’ve begged me to kill him after I ripped his leg off and beat him with it… He never knew them. Too bad. But it’s probably a good thing I didn’t either. What’s wrong fellas? Did Foster-mommy not show you any love? Maybe Foster-daddy showed you too much love? So what? Who cares if you were raised by incest, abusive, and drunk foster parents? I’d have paid good money to have seen your childhood on tape, quite frankly so I could beat the hell out of you for each time you cried while watching it! You see, what I’m doing is f**king with your head. I like to do that. To take whatever the hell bothers you most and f**k your entire world up while you suffer like the bitches that you are! It’s a hobby of mine. And you’ve just let me in the door. Wait a sec…maybe they do know their parents…maybe they’re sitting at home with their biological parents…enjoying their chicken and Pepsi. Perhaps they’re still enjoying leftovers from Thanksgiving right now. Bah!! I don’t give a f**k…if your parents do exist…you should be doing everything in your power right now to protect them. I’ve always been taught you got to hit people where it hurts…and family is always a great target…I have no family left…so you can fire back about my parents all you want…just like a wrestler named Telemarketer did. I can only assume he was a necrophilliac…he talked about he was f**king my mom the night before a match I had with him…but my mother was dead. He pauses and laughs before taking a swig of a bottle of beer on his table. He then lifts up a shot glass from the dark and polishes off an expensive whiskey. He then looks back into the camera and grins again. EOI: Who am I to judge you, Ezra…Jakob? Maybe you’re still in the game because you’ve got heart… Ah, who the hell am I kidding? That’s bullshit and we all know it! Look, you’re life pretty much sucks at this point. You’ve grown up without the parents (perhaps) that so desperately needed my abusive support. You managed to make your way as a wrestlers, promoting a black book that boasts of your ability to defeat jobbers and bitches. It’s useless, it really is. You can’t get much lower than that. So I’m going to do you a favor at Overdrive…and I’m going to bury your ass alive and end the misery that has been placed upon your shoulders. And when you get used to the dirt and not having to face the hell hole we call life, I’m going to dig your ass right back up and kick your over-rated ass back into the ring and do it all over again.… He stops and lifts his empty beer bottle into the air as a barely-dressed female walks by. She takes it from his hands as he asks for two more. EOI: You are drinking, aren’t you? The camera shakes back and forth. EOI: Awe, that’s too bad. More for me. The lady returns with two goblets filled with a red liquid. EOI easily empties one of the goblets. A look of pure ecstasy crosses his face. EOI: The crux of the matter is this…to take just one sip of this provides a sensation unlike anything else this world has to offer. You’re probably wondering what it is like? You’re probably regretting not accepting my hospitality earlier. Heh, words can not describe this ichor within these glasses. It’s like the finest champagne…or the most sensual lovemaking…combined with the opium addict and his first taste of the pipe. It is truly indescribable…but if you can imagine that which I just said…then maybe…just maybe you might get a slight idea of how this can make one feel. Rumor has it that his could lead one to immortality. Your modern day addicts will lie, cheat, and steal for their little tickets to Heaven…me…I just take it outright. Are you starting to be afraid yet…you should be. EOI polishes off the other glass. EOI: Ah yes, much…better. Now…where was I? Oh yes…BoM vs. TM. It was quite a treat at Overdrive wasn’t it? What we did. EOI looks past the camera and smiles. EOI: Welcome D’Spayre. I have been awaiting you. I have been having a little chat with our young…and oblivious friend here. D'Spayre: Have you been telling him that damned blood story again? EOI: Whatever do you mean? I am just giving him a little bit of insight to our lives. D'Spayre: Heh, if you say so Edward. Distress, Morrigan, and Fyre are waiting for us. EOI: Very well. Come childe, this night has just begun. The camera cuts off and fades to black. The tape then reopens on what appears to be a much later time, and a different place all together. The film is in black and white this time, and looks like something out of…well, the Twilight Zone. The only things visible at the moment are what appear to be old rusted walls, with plastered paint chips peeling and half eaten off the walls. Dozens upon dozens of black and white candles are lit, producing the only light in the room. And then the camera closes in on what appears to be a black and white photo on the wall. And it appears to be Total Mayhem! A black visage suddenly looms over the camera lens and then fades back as the EOI himself stands before the camera, alongside the picture. His face is still shaded. He raises his right hand as he stands alongside the picture, looking into the camera. His wrist is apparently taped up and covered with multiple sized shards of glass. The tape and glass are also caked with a dark liquid, which can only be the blood from his own fist. He breathes in once and exhales a small laugh, which echoes in the room. EOI: You’ve got a problem Total Mayhem. And the problem isn’t the cold ground that you’re going to smothered in. And it’s not the fact that you’re going to be horribly disfigured in our upcoming match. But that’s still not your problem. No. Instead, your problem is that you don’t know what to do with the Brothers of Misery. You’ve burned us. You’ve attacked us. But we are still here. And you’re scared stiff over knowing that the Brothers of Misery haven‘t allowed the grudge to end! We fired the first rounds…and there are more to come. You don’t know what to do. Do you? Well I know what I’m going to do. Why, I can’t even stop thinking about it. Here, allow us to show you… EOI steps out of the camera's line of sight. Behind him, a bright fire burns in the black and white visage. Further back still, EOI lies draped in an antique gothic throne, two nameless women on their knees, looking entranced as they smell and lick at his pant legs. To his side, Distress looms large, half hidden by shadow, but his face clearly absorbing the light from the flames. Walking from around the throne, D'Spayre emerges, holding the hand of a frail looking woman. He leads her before the fire, her features eerily reminiscent of his own. D'Spayre: Hello Brothers. And no my serpent's tongue does not speak of my own flesh and blood. I am directly addressing Total Mayhem. Those who seek to be like us, but have not the will to follow the darkness to it's very last shadow. D'Spayre pauses as if in mid-thought. D'Spayre: Forgive me. Where are my manners? I'd like to introduce somebody to you. Her name is Victoria Ison. She is our birth mother. If she appears unkempt and frail, allow me to clarify. You see, our dear sweet mother died once upon a time. We were merely children ourselves. Distress no more than a few months. Our father killed her, you see? As a matter of fact, the US government would have you believe she is in fact, still among the deceased. But we know better, don't we? I spent my life searching through the blackest spells and the most twisted voodoo. Chemistry played a small part as well. Though, nothing you could ever legally perform in this country, I assure you. One day, I discovered the essence of life itself! I dug into the cold earth that had kept my mother from me all my life! And I had her corpse shipped to a private location, where my research would continue. D'Spayre stops in his tracks, brushing some tattered hair from his mother's face. D'Spayre: One day, she awoke. After over twenty years of being dead, she grasped at my hand. She was hideous, but her hand touching mine enthralled me and awakened a new passion. As time went by, she grew youthful once more. And that is when I discovered something else. My undying love for her. She is my mother. She is my lover. She will be my undoing. And I would not have it any other way. Pausing again, he affectionately and open mouth kisses Victoria who returns his sentiments. Upon releasing her, he stares longingly as though gleaming right through her. D'Spayre: She gave me life. And I returned the favor. People called me the devil. Others called me a God. My brothers called me a "good son". This is what I have to show you. The difference between your clan and ours. You speak of the dark. You dress like it's Halloween every day. You might have even sat in on a Pagan ritual or two. However, I have married the dark. Become one with it. There is no low I will not sink to, no misdeed I will not carry out...so long as the shadows continue to show me their secrets, I will continue to spill the blood of the innocent and those who would mock the masters of the other world. We are their disciples. And we shall have blood! D'Spayre grins malevolently, tossing a liquid packet into the roaring fire. The flames climb higher as the camera slides slowly passed D'Spayre and Victoria, focusing on Distress who has approached the flames. D’Spayre and Victoria drop back to EOI’s throne. Distress steps forward and speaks… Distress: Some thought I had lost my voice…some didn’t understand me. In all truth however…I just chose not to speak…but now…NOW that masquerade is over and you all shall here the voice of Distress. I made a decision at a young age. I was gonna be a wrestler. I had always loved the sport. But there was some kind of pull that made me decide that this was the life which I wanted to live, this is what I was gonna devote myself to. I was God-fearing. I still am. A young man, God-fearing, going to try make a name for himself in the twisted, politically driven world of professional wrestling. That is what I was. And then, there's was how I was going to do it. That method certainly did not help me, a God-fearing young man, with nothing but a dream. While I watched the more traditional aspect of the sport keenly, fondly, it was not that which I was most allured to. It was slow at times. I didn't have a large attention span. I never had, and that showed when I lived my dream. To this day, I still posses A.D.D, so for me to sit here and write this, is a challenge to say the least. And so, I turned my attention to what it was about the sport that captivated me the most, that made me sit up straight, and take serious notice. That made me wince. That made me, for the first time in my life, experience lust. One of the 7 deadly sins. It wasn't lust for a woman. It wasn't lust for a man. Wasn't a sexual lust. It was pure, unadulterated blood-lust. I liked seeing guys get hit with a chair. I liked seeing them crash through a table. I enjoyed the insanity. The chaos. That was what I wanted to be a part of. I wanted to feel the thrill. The excitement. The adrenaline. I wanted to feel it all. I wanted to experience the rush gained from throwing someone through a table. I wanted to see the table splinter the back of the opponent. I wanted them to taste blood. Their blood. I wanted to taste their blood too. I wanted to look at my own hands, and see the crimson liquid of another human being. Yet still, I feared God. Feared an entity that I couldn't be sure existed. An entity I still cannot be sure exists, but one which I believe in still. But it wasn't just pain which I wanted to inflict. I wanted to experience it. I wanted to be invincible. Wanted to battle back, prove I was as resilient as any other wrestler. Prove I was as resilient as I was twisted. Wanted to see drops of the crimson, my own crimson, I wanted to see it drop from my forehead. I wanted to see a drop fall from a hair hanging down over my face. I wanted to be busted apart, and still win. My whole career, I had been doing it. Self-mutilation. Killing myself slowly. Today, I still feel that pain, and it has slightly affected my memory. But, not totally. For I still remember how I made my mind up. It was the first step along a long, narrow, winding path, upon which I would win Title belts, make new partners, new enemies, and meet the woman of my dreams, who I have loved from the second I met her, and am happy to call her wife. This is only the beginning of my story. I have much more to come, there is plenty that I have to tell, about my childhood, my career, my friends and enemies. This is my journey. And this is only the beginning. And Mayhem brothers… speaking of begin innings. You have helped me begin this new career here in the CZW. Total Mayhem…the violence…the mercilessness…all of that from last Overdrive was only the beginning. It was only the beginning of this harsh winter. Just the taste of Jakob‘s blood upon my tongue was enough to unleash the monster that I have become. But, Jakob, your blood isn‘t the first I have tasted. I‘ve been in this industry for well over a decade. I have shed much blood…but…yours tasted much richer than any of the others. Perhaps because the same darkness that bore the Brothers of Misery, perhaps…runs through your veins as well. Distress runs his hands through the flame as Fyre walks up beside him. Distress: So Total Mayhem, You think my head isn’t in the game? That I’m more worried about Fyre than I am about you and your brother? Well your wrong my man. I’ve been taking my time and watching the tapes and looking for angles. Sure we threw our hats in the tag title race, but that’s down the road. Right now, its all about us, against the two of you. I’ve heard your words too. You have allowed Cyrus to speak for you all far too long. And this battle has been raging since the day we were in that tag gauntlet. You may have won that battle…but the war belonged to us. You know why? Cause you aren’t in our league. But I haven’t forgot those occasions when our paths crossed. Most of those times, my Brothers and I slaughtered you. We brought the blood and bathed in it. And best of all…CZW notices us now. This is gonna be a cake walk my man. Just stay out of my way, and accept your fate. War. That one simple word can destroy lives, much like I destroy people's hopes and dreams. War ends lives. It ends people's ambitions. It ends livelihoods. Everyone is affected by war. It is the cancer of the Earth, spreading all around, and killing the cells that are the people. As more healthy cells are destroyed, more cancer cells are produced. These cells are the people that fight back, while in the process causing the thing that they set out to stop. Children die in wars. Lives that should have lead good lives are ended in misery and suffering. These are the people who I hate to decide for. I don't know whether to end their lives in pain, or end it while they are sleeping. Although I don't know what to do for these children and other innocent people, I do know what to do to Ezra. I know what to do to Jakob. Distress drinks from a goblet as Fyre leans in to give him a kiss, before sauntering back to the throne. EOI grins maliciously as he rises to his feet and walks over to Distress. He pats him on the back and Distress takes his place beside D’Spayre and Victoria. EOI raises his hand high over the picture of Total Mayhem, lowering it over the appropriate body parts as he speaks of them. EOI: And now it is my time to speak. Are you scared yet Mayhems. You should be. We’ve all flirted with the pain we have planned to inflict upon you…but I guess it’s up to me to make it more visible to you…blood traitors. Yes. I’m going to start here, just above your left eye… And I’m going to cut a line down over your line of visage and then curve here along the bridge of your nose. And then I’m going to slice my hands right across your upper lip, tearing through your right nostril as I carve my way around your face and over your right ear. But I won’t stop there, hells no! I’m going to take my glass-wearing knuckles and ride straight across your throat, making sure I don’t cut too deep, cause I want you to live through the pain! And then I’m ripping up through your chin in a straight line straight over your nose and up your f**king forehead. And as you bleed a crimson velvet mask, I’m going to shred…and tear…and f**king RIP, SLICE, and GASH my way across the rest of your worthless husk of a body!!! And then I’m going to bury your worthless ass under one ton of dirt until you can’t breathe! And when the air is compressed from your lungs, and you think you see your precious God reaching for you…it’s going to be me, pulling your comatose ass back up so I can rip you apart again!!! You can plan, you can calculate, and you can pray. But none of it will prepare you for the hell I’m going to put you through, and you can’t stop it! And if you don’t like that… He inches closer to the camera so that his horror looking face fills the screen. He breathes aloud slowly as his eyes twitch with a twisted glare. EOI: THEN YOU CAN RIP YOUR f**kING LIPS OFF, STICK THEM AGAINST YOUR WORTHLESS POSTERIOR, AND PROCEED TO ENJOY A DOWNWARD SPIRAL OF LIFE!!! THE WAR RAGES ON TOTAL MAYHEM!! EOI licks his lips then looks over at the camera man. His guest for the night. EOI: You know, some say to BURN to death is worst then SUFFOCATING? I feel the Suffocation death is more colorful. The sight of a human being grasping for air, begging for one more breath, every memory from your childhood flashing in front of you...Which do you prefer? EOI blasts the camera man in the face with his glass fist sending him reeling backwards and falling into a freshly dug plot. The man is unable to speak back. However, he does mange to let out a scream as dirt comes flying into the hole. EOI: Calm down friend, it will all be over soon enough. Just like TM’s careers. Everything will be at peace once the fame comes back to us. But Ezra and Jakob will be sharing a hole with you when I’m through. It has no rules…and there has to be a winner. IT‘S HANDICAP TIME!! Sorry, childe. Did I raise my voice? I’m sorry. I’m just putting you out of your misery…YOU PATHETIC FOOL!! Oh, oh, my dear, dear child. Sorry. Just sleep young one. SLEEP YOU ASSHOLE…SLEEP!!! Goodness me, I’m not alright tonight am I? No worries…you will soon be born anew. EOI throws on more dirt. He’s losing himself more and more each passing day. He continues to throw on the dirt. EOI: Do you want a lullaby my dear boy? DO YOU!!?? The man screams. EOI: Now, now young one. Here, maybe you know this one. /7Rock a bye Ezra and Jakob …IN THE CEMETERY PLOT!! When the shovel SCRAPES THE MAYHEM WILL DROP!! WHEN THE BOM BREAKS, YOUR CAREER WILL COME CRASHING DOWN!! Rock-a-bye Jakob AND EZRA…in a Cemetery Plot/7 Isn’t that nice? I can’t hear a word. See, didn’t that song soothe your soul and accept DEFEAT MUCH EASIER!!! EOI laughs as he drives the shovel in the freshly scooped dirt over the hole. EOI puts his hands in his pockets and walks back to the throne and sits back down. EOI: I live because I feared. Heights terrified…especially the depth of six feet. No longer allowed that which repelled delusions serenely I slipped free from rotting dreams when I became a wrestler. But my bones refused pine’s reality, preferring a mattress of moss on stone. Now I swallow my bliss from those who reject fear, until the slope of my descent. Everyone feared me…everyone ran the opposite way when they saw me coming. I lived on the streets and I beat up freaks like Ezra Mayhem for the hell of it. Overdrive will be no different. Total Mayhem will step into the ring with The Brothers of Misery. What do you think I’m goin to do to you? Hopefully you don’t think we’ll just lye down and take defeat from two Halloween rejects. No…we’re comin into the ring with our built up rage exploding upon you two unlucky souls. I am tired of the bullshit Ezra and Jakob pull…I’m tired of the disrespect I am given. I have been in this business for a long time. Maybe not the CZW, but the wrestling biz itself. I’ve left smoldering piles of ash in my wake…and I’ve left many broken bodies in my path…that’s why I’m so easy to find. I don’t exactly clean up messes I make with human bodies. I leave them as a warning to all those who wish to test me. So far, most have passed the quiz…but I doubt you two will. You feel as though you have something to prove. You both do…you want to concrete yourself as a competitor…but they made a mistake putting you against us in this Holocaust. If not…you’re all mine…and I will tear you limb from limb. I won’t stop till I see blood…and make you bathe in it. I’m not one to be taken lightly…but that’s all people seem to do. They take me too lightly…and they suffer severely for it. Every man or woman who has tried to step up to take on the Brothers…find themselves dropped in a bloody heap like all the rest. EVERYONE KNOWS WE CAN PLOW THROUGH EZRA AND JAKOB…CYRUS WAS JUST TRYIN TO PROTECT A COUPLE OF HIS SUPERSTARS…HE DIDN’T WANT THEM TO FEEL PAIN LIKE ALL THE REST. Jakob and Ezra…heh…you‘re just pieces of meat…to sharpen my claws on. Perhaps this match may be more interesting then first anticipated. Perhaps the Crimson Dawn will fall upon you all as unexpected as the asylum fire…as unexpected as all our victories here in the CZW. Are you ready? Well, all your talk, all your fame, ALL YOUR GLORY…it will all soon be over guys. YOU TWO will soon be over. I will bury you come Overdrive. The fame will come back to me like it should have. It was all mine…ALL MINE!! But, you may chicken out of it. You don’t show, I’ll have to come and beat the hell out of you on next Overdrive. I’ll have to break you down. I will still break you down. I will break you down at Overdrive, I’m going to break you down on any show we cross paths in. I’m going to bury you TM. Doesn’t that sound fun? DOESN’T IT!! I know what you’re saying. You’re saying what everyone else is saying. EOI is losing his mind. Heh…am I Total Mayhem…. Or are you just trying to make up excuses? Am I really losing it…or are you? Are you so scared of the new BoM. It sure as hell isn’t the same as we once were. No, no. We’re much better now. We have tasted blood once more. I know what I’m doing…I have complete control…but do you guys…or is this thing f**king with your head. You may say it is nothing more than a match. That’s not what your eyes say when we destroyed you in the arena last week. Your eyes looked at me with the hatred of a thousand Hitlers. You wanted to rip me apart…you wanted me destroyed…you wanted me…dare I say…crushed. You showed power…or did you? Who knows? You stirred up shit between the Interim GM and me…or did you? Maybe you’re living in a dream realm Jakob…maybe everything that is going on is just a deep dreamland you’re in…and you don’t want to leave. Maybe everything that is going on is just a dream? Maybe you two are just a figment of your imaginations…maybe it’s real. One thing that is real…is this. I’ve defeated many others every time we have faced off one on one. I’ve planted shoulders to the mat far more times then you’ve planted anyone’s. Now, I bury you in a match won by me. What do you think it is Total Mayhem? You can try to deny everything…but…the truth shows in your actions. You care for winning…I don’t give a damn what kind of excuses you make up to try and make it right inside your own head. The truth is out there…and it will be discovered. I may be losing it…or I may not. Only time can tell. Truth be known…the Ison family lost it a long time ago. However, Overdrive, this is all over. You may never see the light of day again. I will see to it. And the glory will come back to me. TM…I don’t fear anything. I never have. And I still won’t. However…you do fear something. You fear failure boys…just like you felt when you failed to save your fame and glory. You have a long list of failures…and they tear you apart inside. Overdrive will be another failure for your book. You’re about to step into an unknown realm when you face me Monday. Just like my mother did all those years ago. My mom stepped into a territory that was well known by me…but not her…and it cost her life. However, as D’Spayre has proven…nothing is all that it seems. He succeeded where our father failed. Just remember Total Mayhem…Some say to BURN to death is worst then SUFFOCATING? I feel the Suffocation death is more colorful. The sight of a human being grasping for air, begging for one more breath, every memory from your childhood flashing in front of you...Which do you prefer when this crimson dawn approaches before Overdrive? All sufferings are a part of life, but you only get true peace after death. Remember that Total Mayhem. Remember that. I just want the Mayhem Brothers to see what they’re really dealing with. We’re no slouches. The line of our evil stretches far and wide. The Mayhems too have a line of destruction behind them. But ours is filled with blood and torn flesh. They got lucky that CZW Board of Directors didn’t approve of Devil's Playground this week. They would have seen the power of BoM. But all is well. They will still feel the power of BoM, feel our darkness. Have their souls ripped from their bodies and give to the father. I think since we’re not going to start our training tonight, that I’m going to go to the chamber and meditate. The Darkness will do me good. Together the brothers begin to chant as the camera fades…zooming in as the photograph burns in the fire. ~~~~~~~~~~ This team will burn in count of three, In a painful agony. Fear the wraith of poetry And power of insanity." |
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