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| Majesty of the Macabre; Deacon DEATH | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Feb 28 2015, 11:03 PM (19 Views) | |
| DeaconDEATH | Feb 28 2015, 11:03 PM Post #1 |
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Maestro of the Macabre
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New Orleans, Louisiana The sun has just gone down, and a cool air begins to blow through to enter in the night. We're in someone's backyard, somewhere rural. It's almost guaranteed we're somewhere we shouldn't be. A very blue bug zapper hangs nearby, occasionally letting off loud crackling sounds and zapping any unlucky bugs that come near it. From around the corner of the back of the house... DEATH enters. He slowly makes his way towards the camera, the bottom of his robe dragging the ground, stained with blood and other remnants of the environment around us. Deacon DEATH: "People... They confuse me." Trudging carefully, The Deacon finally makes his way close enough to the camera, but far enough off that he's not uncomfortably close. Deacon DEATH: "What I thought was originally scheduled for Rise of a Legend, is now... Thrust upon my doorstep. A tag-team title match with... The Summit. A pair of brothers and fools, two delusional, half-witted animals. Quincy, a rabid dog that has been nipping at my heels for far too long. And... Shaun, a relic of a terrible era in this company." DEATH takes a moment to pause, craning his neck and looking up at the night time sky overhead. Taking in the moon and the stars and everything that presents itself to be seen now that the sun has gone to sleep. Deacon DEATH: "Gentlemen... You are free to fight desperately to claw your way up the rungs of the ladder of FIW. I don't care who it is you surround yourselves with or how you pretend to be a tight knit group. So claim the ground, claim the highest point of whichever mountain you can find to support you. Because... While you're trying to maintain your footing on the ground and build some sort of... Empire. I'm aiming for the stars, for the Heavens!" His masked eyes never break away from the sky as he speaks. The Deacon seems mystified and entranced by what he sees, still talking as he stares up above. Deacon DEATH: "I have been toiling in this company for over a year now and soon I will be able to reap what I have sowed. If there is any doubt in your mind as to the dominant nature of my stable, look no further than what happened in the Cibernetico. The House stood tall and proud, triumphing over everyone else to show that we are the standouts of FIW's so called... Stable Wars. That I... Am the one true monster of the main-event. That I... Am destined to be united with... Her. " Finally, The Deacon lowers his view from the sky and back down to the gaze of the camera. He folds and unfolds his hands in front of him, deciding how and what to do next. Deacon DEATH: "The Wilsons... Despite their status as ego junkies, are ever resilient and combative in the face of adversity. They are a true testament to the fact that you can't keep a good dog down. Or in this case... A pair of snarling, psychotic pups. I sometimes admire their perseverance, but most of the time I'm annoyed and sickened by their childish games. By their... Inability to act as grown men." Slight pause from The Deacon. Deacon DEATH: "But despite whatever potential they may have started with, once mongrels get past a certain point of viciousness they need to be put down. When one's path crosses with them... It is their moral obligation to do what is right, to do what is needed. To... Put them out of their misery and to extinguish the misery they create for others. You... Boys, you'll never learn. You'll continue like you always have, degrading everything you touch and acting like depraved mutts." The sounds of the bug zapper claiming more victims is heard. This continues for a short while until DEATH speaks once more. Deacon DEATH: "I can't take it any longer, and neither can FIW. The time is now for me to take out the trash. Consider this a... Good deed... On The House. Because when ReVolt rolls around... Gilgamesh and I will show The Wilsons what a REAL team is like. We will conquer, we will maim, we will... RISE!" Zap, zap, zap. In unison the bug zapper begins to go off with the last word spoken from DEATH. The flickering of the blue light is more than a little distracting, forcing the camera man to turn away. When he turns back after all has settled... Deacon DEATH is gone. |
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