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Greater of Two Evils; Deacon DEATH
Topic Started: Mar 23 2015, 04:38 AM (56 Views)
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Three knelt and nude women chained together baked under the scorching heat of the sun that's up in the sky, shining down on everything. Each one bears signs of abuse and malnourishment. It looks as if they've been held against their will for a week if not longer. The chains that bind them lead back to a trio of tombstones, wrapped around and secured in place to make sure that no one gets away.

As the camera pans around and takes in the rest of the setting it is clear we're in a cemetery. Other tombstones litter the dry and crackling earth that's underneath one's feet. The sun looks to be doing a good job of drying up and making everything beneath it miserable.

The crunching of foot steps on leaves and dry soil is heard. To the right the camera is directed, catching Deacon DEATH as he enters the scene. Cynthia, his sickle, is securely attached to his arm via its own chain. He holds the sharp weapon in his right hand, seemingly gliding over the ground as he walks over to the women.

They confusedly look up and weep for him to let them go, but he simply looks down at them with no expression to show. DEATH tilts his head to the side, observing with indifference the looks of agony on the face of each woman. He holds the sickle high up in the air, letting the brightly burning sun cast light that reflects off of it and shines back brilliantly for all to see.

Deacon DEATH: "Such... Sweet, sweet flesh."

The FIW World Tag Team Champion slowly brings the sickle down, grazing the top of each girl's head as he drags the tip in a line across all three of them. Each girl cowers down even more than they currently do, crying and begging for him to stop. A thin trickle of blood is left along the crown of each girl's head after the act, with DEATH coming back to smear it with his free hand.

Deacon DEATH: "These women... These mounds of quivering skin. Act as sacrifices to ensure that my upcoming encounter goes in my favor. A means to... Test the sharpness of my blade."

Once more he trails the tip of his sickle along the girls, this time choosing to glide it along their backs. This only causes them to jerk on their restraints and cry out for him to just kill them already, to get it over with. The Deacon responds in kind with disturbing, modulated laughter. Not at all fazed by their pain or comments.

Deacon DEATH: "I have to make sure that Cynthia is ready to meet... NEO. It's imperative that everything be... Perfect. Her aim precise, her steel sharp, and her appetite... Quenched."

DEATH holds the sickle up to admire the blood that's begun to collect on it from the minimal amount of torture that's gone on so far.

Deacon DEATH: "Carner complains about what I took from him before. As if that was... Anything. This time... This time I'm taking so much more. And while I mean that metaphorically, I most certainly mean it very... Very... Literally."

The creepy laughing resumes as he continues to look down at the sickle as it drips the blood of the girls and gleams in the sunlight.

Deacon DEATH: "A pound isn't enough, NEO. I need more of your beautiful, delicious meat. And Cynthia... Cynthia is all but happy to deliver this to me. Your pretty face and body won't come out of this match with me unscathed. I promise you, NEO, everything will change for you after this. I intend to cut, to pull back, to expose... Your yellow belly. I'm going to rip it out, NEO. I'm going to rip it right the fuck out. And when you feel like you've had enough... I'll give you MORE."

Without warning, DEATH viciously and without hesitation rips the entire length of his sickle across one of the women. Opening a deep, leaking wound right underneath one of her breasts. She immediately reaches up to apply pressure to the wound and to hold it, screaming as she does so. The other two women do their best to console and help her, but the three of them soon become nothing but tears and panicked screams.

Deacon DEATH: "You still don't seem to get it... I'm not anything like what you've faced before. The challengers upper management have found for you? Not even in the same league. I am an upper echelon of nightmare. Who have you faced that has put the fear in you like I have? Mungrel? Blink? Quincy Wilson? Face it, Mister Carner, you're not prepared for what's coming and you never will be. You try to trick yourself into believing you have the strength, the fortitude to face the monster under your bed, but in reality... You're pissing the sheets and all over the FIW Dual Crown Championship."

The leader of The House of (M) makes his way down the line, hacking a large wound into the other two girls until all three are open and bleeding for him. They continue to struggle against their chains, pulling and pulling, only to give up as they collapse on the ground and the tombstones behind them remaining securely in place. Their fates all about predetermined at this point.

Deacon DEATH: "I've faced The Rougarou, and expelled him from this place several times in addition to Lilith and Famine. Just to face you... I toppled over and walked up thirty nine other bodies to claim my prize. Each step I've made in ascending this company... Has been through hard work. By having relentless, unfaltering faith in the macabre. By influencing... And enlightening those around me with... The truth. Step by step I've been amassing the means to take over and to establish The House of (M) as the most dominating group in this... Organization."

Norman steps out in front of the women. Hovering over them and looking down at their nude, blood covered forms. The dirt and grass from the ground having now collected and clumped to them in areas. DEATH has them look up at him, albeit forcefully, pressing the tip underneath each one's chin and raising them up to make sure their eyes are meeting his underneath the mask.

Deacon DEATH: "I'm going to take her from you, NEO. I'm going to take the FIW Dual Crown Championship and I'm going to do what you did, but... Better. With three championships I will take my rightful place as the God of Gold. I will overthrow the tired monarchy that has been in place for far too long. I will give FIW what they need. What they've been begging and pleading for. I will give FIW a Monster God that they can be proud of and worship."

Deacon DEATH signature slight pause.

Deacon DEATH: "Because at the end of the day... At the core of you, Neo Carner, you are a... Good man. You don't have what it takes to make the painful decisions that need to be made. You don't have the courage to face the horrors that will inevitably come crawling to your doorstep."

Another slight pause.

Deacon DEATH: "But I do."

The Maestro of the Macabre raises Cynthia in the air a final time, bringing her down in a wide arcing slice that severs the throats of all three women at once. In a disgusting hurry, blood begins to gush and force its way out of the deep cuts that have now developed on all three throats. Each girl holds at her own throat, eyes bulging and full of fear. Despite their attempts to stave off the blood loss, each girl eventually collapses on the ground and goes limp. A large pool of blood now having formed with DEATH in the middle of it, the lower portion of his robes now soaked and discolored from the mess.

Deacon DEATH: "I am the greater of two evils in this equation. And at Rise of a Legend... I will show you exactly why this is."

Without anything else said DEATH maintains his firm stance. Now surrounded by the blood that has been expunged from the three nude, chained women. He continues like this, simply staring back at the camera and keeping a firm grip on Cynthia who is at this point completely covered in red.
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The camera clicks on, it's a handy cam and it has Neo with the camera pointed at his face. He has a disinterested look on his face.

Neo: "What is this nonsense I'm hearing? DEATH? You speak if I am not prepared for what you have to bring to the table. Yet you forget, every time we come face to face one on one...I walk out the victor. You have yet to pin my shoulders to the mat for a three count. Where I? Well...I don't want to spoil any surprises for anyone or anything but let's just say..."

Neo grins, intentionally leaving out all the details that involve him getting outside help in order to defeat Mr. Geist/Deacon DEATH.

Neo: "...It didn't end well for DEATH. You could say I rolled up a victory once...You could even say the second time I beat him was a little...shocking."

Bad joke is bad.

Neo: "But through and through, I've proven time and time again that I am Deacon DEATH's superior. And why? Because no matter what he takes from me...my flesh, my tag team titles...He will never be...Me."

Neo chuckles with a little maniacal look in his eyes.

Neo: "You see...our ol' friend Normie tries so hard to fit into society and he looks to me as the shining example to lead him into the new future for himself. You see...Normie doesn't have all the things that us folks take for granted. You see, Normie doesn't fit into society...he's strange and unusual. So what does he do? He tries to make friends by forcing himself upon them. We've seen him time and time again stalk women, harm women, hurt superstars, try to set them on fire. I mean...That all sounds like a cry for help doesn't it?"

Neo positions the handy cam further out, revealing the setting of the room to be his hotel room. His bed is slightly askew, his pillows tossed around and his blankets were pulled back a little. His Dual Crown Championship was resting on the night stand on their red velvet pillows, it seemed he took those pillows from his "Throne Room" setting with him everywhere. Neo looks to be in a jean jacket, and a red and black flannel scarf wrapped around his neck, he looks like he's really trying to fit into his Texas atmosphere.

Neo: "I will give DEATH the remedy for his desperate attempts for help. I will take him to the depths and I will ascend to hell to claim what is rightfully mine. This Dual Crown Championship!"

The King Of Crowns says, letting the camera get a good look of the gold that everyone sought after. Neo was either trying to get the Dual Crown's good side or he really liked keeping the camera on the championship as it was some time before the camera returned to himself.

Neo: "But where does Normie get off saying I'm not prepared? Does he think...Does our poor boy Normie...Does he think this is my first time in a hardcore environment? You're talking to a former two time KING Of The Deathmatch! You think I call myself King Of Crowns because of these crowns here?"

With a quick jerk to the DC, he brings it back to himself.

Neo: "Oh no! It's because I've conquered every world of professional wrestling I've come across. Whether it be the world of hardcore, or the world of sports entertainment, I always come out crowned king! And you? You are supposed to be this whole new world for me to explore? Well...I accept your challenge. I accepted it weeks back when my throat was taunt with barbed wire, but now officially...without threat of harm to my life...on my own terms...I accept your match. Because I want that divine moment that Alexander The Great had."

Everyone loves history right? Neo looks like a scholar as he gives his take on history, or quotes he heard on TV.

Neo: "I want that moment when I look over what I have accomplished, I want to weep for there is nothing left to conquer. For you see, after the defeat of DEATH, I will go on to surpass the last title reign of Mungrel, I will surpass the title defenses of Mungrel's last title reign...and I will forever stand free from the shadow that Mungrel tried to cast upon me. You see...I'm looking to cement my legacy here in the world of Full Intensity Wrestling. I want to be known as the single most dominant force the professional wrestling industry has ever seen...and I'm well on my way..."

Neo pushes his long shiny hair out his face, strands stuck to his thick bushy beard as he grabbed them and pulled them free of his face.

Neo: "But the persistent question keeps coming back to me...and it involves my old friend Normie. You see...earlier I spilled the truth that DEATH has never seized the moment over me and attained victory. But you know what I hear all the time? DEATH....ALMOST beat you Neo. DEATH...HAD you Neo. If Krychek hadn't been there why...Mr. GEIST would have won! Months later...it was...a stun gun...They said...they mocked...they joked...They all claimed I didn't really beat DEATH...That Neo is incapable of TRULY overcoming DEATH."

The words, even though coming from Neo's own mouth seemed to infuriate him at the mere mention of them.

Neo: "Let's get something straight here! I'm Neo FUCKING Carner. I'm the SINGLE most dominant superstar this company has ever SEEN! Ive wrestled the best this world has had to offer! You name it, I've wrestled them! Clay Kruger? Keith Williams? Drake Love? Ash Koopa ring a bell to those of you who've been with us for awhile? How about this little nugget of information, in my first singles match in the FIW I beat XTREME KITTEN! Not good enough? Perhaps Pyotr Sadovsky? Christian Cruz? Still not around enough for you? Rurik Krychek! Billy Walker! Max Rowley! The list goes on and on! I've been in the ring with the absolute best...and DEATH...has the audacity..."

His eyes fill with venomous hatred as he narrows his vision straight into the camera.

Neo: "To say that I am not ready? Oh, I think it is you who are not prepared for this match DEATH. For you don't know what happens when you corner a fox...they're far more deadly than any macabre jackal like you!"

The Residence Of Malevolence words fill with more gusto as he is in full bravado mode, he is defending what he honestly believes is rightfully his, and will say anything to make that point abundantly clear.

Neo: "You don't seem to realize how long I've been biting and clawing my way to the Dual Crown scene, I've been making this my life's work since I walked through the doors of FIW in the cold winter of two thousand and nine. Here we are, a little over five years, two months and twenty seven days later...not including today...but hey who is keeping count...and I'm six months deep into my first Dual Crown title reign. After becoming a two time FIW Tag Team Champion, a two time Undisputed International Champion, let's not forget THE longest running UIC Champion in this company's illustrious history. Grand Prix Champion...I mean...They set up the road block and I knock it down. You DEATH?"

His eyes were like pools that mirrored the fiery passion that burned deep within the reaches of the fierce Dual Crown Champion.

Neo: "I think you're the one who doesn't know what they're up against."

He chuckles in amusement over his own words, it was like Neo Carner's favorite comedian was himself, because he sure did like to laugh at a lot of his own jokes didn't he? It was just that Neo thought he was the second coming of Rodney Dangerfield maybe.

Neo: "But consider yourself educated now. You know all about me. But you? I know all I need to know about you. You like to maim..you like to scar...you like to make them bleed. But you know what I've learned about you in every one of our one on one matches DEATH? You may be able to pull some hocus pocus here and there, fill my bags with bloody maggots, fill my limousine with bats, tie me up in barbed wire...but you know what?"

His evil eyes fill with a vindictive nature.

Neo: "Your shoulders can get pinned to the mat just like everybody else."

Neo grins as actually takes pride in those two cheated victories he got over the House of M leader.

Neo: "And You know what? I bet you bleed just like everyone else too."

He grips his hands together and he wrings them back and forth.

Neo: "And I bet just like everyone else...You'll watch in awe when I climb the ladder and grab the title...and win...ASCENSION TO HELL!"

The camera battery button begins to blink, making a beeping noise to indicate it was running dry. Neo scoffed and quickly shut off the camera, bringing us to a blank screen.

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