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DEATH is Calling, But Are You Listening?; Deacon DEATH
Topic Started: Feb 14 2015, 03:27 AM (22 Views)
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"I... did... it..."

Those are the first three words we hear and as the video hurries to catch up with the audio it isn't too soon after that we receive a visual. A rather... Bloody, grubby image of one... Deacon DEATH, a.k.a. Norman White. He's still wearing his trademark mask and robes, huddled in the corner of a room at a remote location we're not sure of where it's at.

The lighting like any DEATH promo is minimal, only enough to show you what needs to be shown and nothing more. Although with the activities that DEATH and his group are known for, I'm not sure seeing the whole picture would be advisable. So far, it apperas it's just us and DEATH, no sign of the other House of M members.

Deacon DEATH: "That's right, the Minister of DEATH himself did as he foretold... He climbed the mountain that was the diseased, arrogant, bloated bodies of his opponents. Triumphing as the one true monster God... And securing himself a date with... Neo... Carner."

An audible, modulated laugh is heard, but it doesn't end. Instead, it continues for a while and fills up the entire room with its creepy loudness.

Deacon DEATH: "I've been counting down the days in my head 'til I get to meet him again. 'Til I get to meet... Her again."

Though the visual of DEATH isn't especially clear, it can be made out that he's started to shudder and awkwardly grope himself as this happens.

Deacon DEATH: "Mmmm, yes... Her, the FIW Dual Crown Championship. And I intend to take her away from him by force, just like I did with the FIW World Tag Team Championships. I want to take everything away from NEO that he cherishes. I want his gold, I want his blood, I want his... Flesh. We've been dancing around this destined date for a while. No one wanting to give me a match and forcing me to earn opportunity after opportunity. While others are just thrown title matches in their lap."

No more shuddering, no more groping, not even a stifled laugh. DEATH chooses to scoff, displaying his impatience and disgust for management dragging their feet in regards to booking Neo/DEATH II.

Deacon DEATH: "It's as if the powers that be are... Scared. Scared of what might happen. Scared of what I might do. Worried... That the poster boy of the company might end up... Hurt. It was all well and good to book us before when he needed a monster to face off with. Predictably dictating rules that would allow for him to slink away like he always does."

DEATH shakes his head back and forth, one would think that the point had been made with this action, but DEATH keeps doing this for an uncomfortably long time before he begins to speak again.

Deacon DEATH: "This time... This time things will be different."

If there were a smile to be seen, it's probably on display and underneath his mask as he looks up into the camera from his slouched position. DEATH hungrily rubs his hands together and makes a moaning noise that the camera is able to pick up.

Deacon DEATH: "Trust me when I tell you, Neo... You will suffer more than you've ever suffered when we finally meet in the ring at Rise of a Legend. I will take from you... Everything... And leave you absolutely nothing. However... That doesn't mean that we can't enjoy it and have some fun together as it happens right before your eyes."

Once more, an odd, modulated laugh escapes from DEATH as he continues to soak up the excitement and success of winning out over the rest of the roster in the Cibernetico.

Deacon DEATH: "My patience is unlimited, so while I am forced to wait for you... NEO. I will practice the art of the macabre on one... Finn McConnaigh. A man that doesn't know the meaning of quit. And while most would find that admirable... I find it rather... Annoying. I only hope that after this encounter I am not forced to defend my team championships against him and his tiring group. These men... These Irish... Bastards, they don't deserve to lick the grit off my boots, let alone challenge myself and Gilgamesh again until they can prove they're ready."

Slight pause.

Deacon DEATH: "So bring your fight, bring your heart, and I'll happily crush both when it comes time on Monday. Finn... You're to be my next victim, I only hope that you have it in you to stand up and accept your fate. It won't be like before, no... I'm going to put you down once and for all without you going through three men. Without you taking two boots to the face. On Monday... I'm putting you down like a little dog nipping at my heels... With a flying elbow drop to the chest that's sure to keep you down for the count."

This is followed by a lapse of silence without any words spoken for a while until DEATH so decides.

Deacon DEATH: "I hope you're watching me on Monday, Neo. And I hope you watch as well... Rurik. I want the both of you to observe what is to unfold at our next PPV event. I want you to witness my handiwork and realize that there won't be any rise of a legend. Only... The DEATH of a Legend..."

The feed begins to lose focus and cut out intermittently, finally fading to black and eventually becoming nothing more than angry static to end this House of (M) production.
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