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Little Shop of Horrors; Deacon DEATH
Topic Started: Mar 14 2015, 09:06 PM (44 Views)
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Huff. Huff. Huff.

The distinct sound of someone deeply inhaling is overheard. As the picture comes to... We find ourselves in a dentist's office. Standing off in the nearby corner, Deacon DEATH can be seen clasping a breathing mask that is attached to a large tank. The Deacon has rolled up the bottom half of his wrestling mask to allow for the quick and easy consumption of whatever type of gas is in this container.

Like most of the rooms that DEATH chooses to occupy... This one is dimly lit, the only set of fluorescent lights that cast light from above continuously flicker on and off. Giving a very limited view of what is going on in this space, but providing just enough to show you that the dentist who works here has been horribly mutilated. A man, maybe in his late thirties, completely eviscerated and left in the dental chair that is positioned in the middle of the room. A lasting, sick smile has been captured on the man's face. DEATH having taken time and care to extend the smile even more, hacking crude lines into the side of his cheeks and pulling his insides out like... Glistening, bloody balloons.

DEATH, despite his weird behavior and inability to let go of the breathing mask, still shows signs of noticing the camera man in the room. He turns towards the camera with the second mask still held up to his mouth. Slowly, he inhales, then again, then again, and then again. He seems hesistant, but the leader of The House of (M) finally brings the breathing mask down and away from his exposed mouth, a sick smile plastered on his own face.

Deacon DEATH: "Hi..."

He says, returning to the breathing mask another time or two before he speaks once more.

Deacon DEATH: "You've caught me at a rather... Awkward time."

The sickly smile on his face previously returns as he says this, looking over in the direction of his latest victim.

Deacon DEATH: "You see... I'm so very tired. You don't understand, nor would you want to... The physical and mental anguish that now plagues me. Ever since... Ever since my wife died, I've been trying and trying and trying and trying... To make things right. I've been striving to do great things ever since I first put on my true face."

His free hand that isn't clasping the gas mask rises up to stroke the part of his face that's still covered by his skeleton like wrestling mask. DEATH does this for several moments, running his fingers and hand over the stitching.

Deacon DEATH: "My life, my world... Is a perpetual abyss of pain. People like to think they know what despair and heartache and misery are... But they don't know. No, you can't ever really know until you've experienced real loss. To have... To have a part of you... RIPPED away without any sudden warning."

The FIW World Tag Team Champion stands in the corner, still as a statue. Not moving, not breathing more gas, just simply standing.

Deacon DEATH: "You're all lucky... So lucky... That you're only inconvenienced temporarily by the suffering I inflict. While your pain eventually washes away... Mine is eternal."

He looks down at the floor, holding the breathing mask down by his side as he goes quiet. The only sound is the constant flickering of the fluorescent lights in the ceiling.

Deacon DEATH: "But that's alright. I can... Live with the pain, mold it, make it my weapon. For you see... The end is nigh, my friends. In no time at all I'll be looking up at her. Admiring her, cherishing her... Respecting her like NEO could never do. You are looking at the true monster God of FIW, and you are also looking at your next FIW Dual Crown Champion. I was cursed with a name to reflect my mundane, pointless life. But no longer! My path has been diverted and set anew. Norman White... That name no longer means anything to me. Deacon DEATH... Now that is a name that EVERYONE will come to recognize and respect."

The Deacon brings his gaze back up to the camera, his masked eyes burning a hole right through the lens almost.

Deacon DEATH: "A new day is around the corner, Neo... And no amount of jesting or buffoonery will save you from me. This has been a long, long time coming. The things I plan to do to you..."

His free hand now linger somewhere much lower than his masked face. DEATH's free hand moves down, down, down until it's located in his crotch. The twisted, demented smile he sometimes sports returns for this moment. And what follows can only be described as affectionate self petting coupled with disturbing moaning.

Deacon DEATH: "Mmm, I've waited long enough for you. And now... You are MINE. This dance of ours, it had to come to an end at some time. Surely you know this. As a king, surely you knew that eventually your head would be cut clean from your shoulders and the crown removed to make way for a new, more deserving monarch. But I won't treat FIW to another reign from a belligerent, self-proclaimed royal. No... No... No..."

The moaning and touching have stopped, but the creepy and intense nature of DEATH's body language and his masked staring can't be ignored. As he begins to end his inebriated and psychotic rambling, he only gets more scary and in tune with this dark mood.

Deacon DEATH: "FIW IS IN NEED OF A GOD! AND I AM JUST THE MONSTER GOD TO USHER IN A NEW ERA! AN ERA OF THE MACABRE!"

After this loud and constant yelling, DEATH breaks away into a never ending modulated laugh that triggers countless goosebumps in the process. The smile and laugh together are enough to make even the corpse of the dentist uncomfortable.

Deacon DEATH: "So saddle me with a blood frenzy freak of a tag-team partner this week! It matters not to me! I only hope that Bloodbath McGrath can think for himself for once! To prove himself to be a valuable pawn without the need for counsel from his... Woman."

Signature Deacon DEATH slight pause.

Deacon DEATH: "Ethan Adams... The FIW Undisputed International Championship... These things also mean nothing to me. My goal is clear and my target singular... Neo Carner. You can either walk beside me, or you can get left behind in the wake of the chaos that is sure to occur. The choice is yours, Mr. McGrath."

The House of (M) leader returns to his habit, inhaling precious gas over and over until he feels satisfied. Lowering the gas mask away from his mouth a final time to say...

Deacon DEATH: "See you soon, NEO... See... You... Soon..."

And just as the scene disappears to abrupt blackness, the sinister laugh of Deacon DEATH can be heard starting up again.
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Neo: "I just found a friend..."

The room is pitch black, but there is a silhouette of Neo, something is being wrapped around his neck over and over again.

Neo: "...In one of your lies.."

Neo's continues sing talking, his tune is somber but almost...haunting.

Neo: "To treat me so nice."

Neo hushes, his voice almost a whisper.

Neo: "..I can't believe my bones.."

His voice almost sounds like it's breaking, as if he's on the verge of tears.

Neo: "When they say so many things...They tell me i am fine...Believe me I, I try..."

The mysterious garment around Neo's neck stops being wrapped, it's fastened by hands belonging to an unseen person. Neo holds his hand out, and his voice muffled with his agonized tone.

Neo: "Mirror...."

His hand shakes with anticipation.

Neo: "MIRROR!!!"

His voice booms throughout the room and nearly echoes. The unseen person hands Neo a hand mirror, he holds it up above his head and looks up to see down at himself. There is silence...then there is anguish.

Neo: "Ooooh.......Ughhhhhhhhhhaaahhahahahaha!"

The agony turns to something closer to insanity as a manic cackle begins to fill the room like a fire. His maniacal laughter kept going on and on, as whatever Neo saw in the mirror had driven him to the point of break and snapped his mind!

Neo: "Ever so sweet....you make this seem. The way things go...Its not my fault and i'll miss...I'll miss you so good!"

Neo smashes the mirror into the ground with a violent and swift motion into the ground below. He let's out a long sigh as he let's his head turn to the side.

Neo: "Can't you see the wall he's built for me?"

His silhouette grabs hold of something off screen, possibly the unseen man as hands can be seen flailing about as if they were trying to struggle to break free.

Neo: "...You don't see it...Do you? You don't see it at all...You're blind...You're blind to see what this madman Deacon DEATH has done to me...You can't see the freak of nature I've become. You see...before last week...It was Neo Carner vs a monster...Well...I too am a monster now..."

The scene begins to light up as the shadows lift from Neo's visage and reveals him in full color. He's in a bloodied hospital gown, his neck is heavily bandaged to hide the sight of what the barbed wire did to him on last week's Fallout. Neo's eyes have dark circles around him, it seems living with the hideous marks has taken it's toll on the Dual Crown Champion.

Neo: "This is the monster I have become....this is the wall that Deacon DEATH has built for me...and you know what?"

His eyes glower into the camera as every ounce of bile and venom comes out in his next fiery line.

Neo: "I'm going straight through it..."

He begins to chuckle, it seems DEATH may have finally snapped the mind of Neo Carner. What state is the sanity of FIW's Dual Crown Champion? All these exciting questions and more will be answered on Monday's ReVolt. Don't you dare miss it!
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