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I forgot the DL was early.; So I put both half-assed RPs into one!
Topic Started: Dec 21 2012, 10:56 AM (112 Views)
Eddie_Rowan
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The sound of festive holiday music plays out, twinkling out in high-pitched notes as if a music box were playing. The blank, dark scene before us slowly flickers to life as, bit by bit, multi-colored holiday lights begin to illuminate. As the lights continue to twinkle and flicker, it becomes apparent that they are strung about your classic Christmas tree, adorned with various ornaments and tinsel. Finally, at the top of the tree, the star flares to life, and where there was once blackness, there is a brilliantly lit Christmas tree with all of the effects lighting the room. Over the scene, the deep, clear voice of a narrator chimes in.

‘Twas the night before Christmas, and everyone had eyes on
The CZW iPay-per-view, Event Horizon.

The camera pans just to the left of the tree, where a desk-top computer has been set up, (on a desk, obviously) and it is currently logged onto CZW.com, displaying full-screen the banner for Event Horizon.

“Every fan, both young and old
Looked forward anxiously to see who would win gold.
Would TJ defy all odds and retain?
Or would he lose like a chump to El Pablo or Shane?
The-“

Suddenly, the announcer is cut off as Eddie Rowan comes trouncing into the picture, knocking over the tree. Spencer Pierce follows him, but the expressions on their faces tell that this outburst is not part of the show.

Spencer: “Eddie, you need to-“

Eddie: “No, I don’t need to do ANYTHING. I’m done with this shit, Spence!”

Spencer: “Look, just calm down. We need to focus!”

Eddie: “FOCUS!? Matt Covey almost f-king MURDERED me and you want me to FOCUS? Because that’s the only thing I can focus on right now!”

Spencer begins to get irritated.

Spencer: “Yeah, and you went after him as payback. You saw where that got you! Beaten up three-on-one! Which, by the way, might not have been an issue if you hadn’t run off to go after him by yourself Rambo-style, because then maybe *I* wouldn’t have gotten jumped by Kaid and left laying in a pile of bloody entrees!”

Eddie: “Again, I reiterate…HE TRIED…TO KILL ME! Oh, f-ck this. I’m done.”

With that, Eddie rips off his mic cord from under his shirt and tosses it to the side, leaving the house in a huff. Spencer watches after him, hands on his hips with an exasperated and frustrated look on his face. He kicks the downed tree in anger and storms off in the opposite direction. All is eerily quiet for a moment before the narrator’s voice is heard once more.

“Huh. Well, that was awkward. I’d better still be getting paid for this…”

---
The feed suddenly cuts, leaving the CZW.com logo displayed on the screen. Barely visible in the reflection, the skeletal visage of CRYPT can be made out, a look of pure, sadistic evil on his face. As the camera pans around, however, we see the unpainted and apparently sleep-deprived face of Matt Burton gazing at the computer screen in mild amusement.

“Huh. Not nearly as amusing as usual.”

He looks at the clock, muttering to himself about not being able to sleep still after two days. Reaching into a bag at the side of the desk, he retrieves a small orange prescription pill bottle, opening the container and dumping out its contents into his palm. Or at least he tries, but the container appears to be empty.

“…fuck.”

He tosses the bottle haphazardly behind him and reaches into the bag again, this time pulling out a half-full fifth of Jack Daniels.

“Plan B it is…”

The scene fades as we pan around behind Burton while he takes a long swig from the bottle. His reflection in the computer screen remains still, however, the skeletal visage simply grinning malevolently.
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