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| Legendary Hauntings; Scott Knight | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Mar 28 2015, 07:35 AM (27 Views) | |
| Knight | Mar 28 2015, 07:35 AM Post #1 |
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We find ourselves on the streets of New Orleans. Scott Knight reclines against a brick wall, his gaze locked on his Mistress. Her attention is held by ta group of tourists across the street. In turn, their attention is held by a local who is currently spinning a tale of some local "haunted" spot. Lovecraft smirks and turns her attention back to the camera. Lovecraft: "Haunted" tours are quite the business here in the Crescent City. Every night, from all over the world, fools come to be parted from their money. Much like the average person's fascination with horror movies, people come here to find some cheap thrill. A few moments of adrenaline followed by a return to the safety of their hotel room. A rather sad commentary on human condition...most would rather hear stories, like children at a campfire, than experience the true horrors of the world. Lovecraft returns to Knight's side. He shrugs himself away from the wall to resume his full posture. One black-nailed hand traces its way up Knights chest before lightly patting his cheek. His smile grows as Lovecraft resumes her speech. Lovecraft: Obviously, you are not an "average" person, Holland. Like myself, like my Knight, you are familiar with the darker aspects of life. You even call yourself "The Haunted", although just what troubles you is unknown to me. Not that I care, mind you. The Mistress wipes a lock of raven hair from her face. She glances briefly at the tour group moving on down the road. Lovecraft: I am often accused of "playing mind games" or some other such nonsense. Sad excuses from the mouths of competitors who allowed themselves to be drawn off the path to victory. But not you, Holland. You recognize Scott's assault as some calculated attempt to rile you up, goad you into putting your belt at risk, no? Well, Erik, I hate to burst your bubble, but we care nothing for your title. This was about more...this was simply about YOU. Lilith Lovecraft looks her Blackguard over briefly. A quick smirk flashes across her face. Lovecraft: At the last company, my Scott went under the radar until the night he walked into a TLC match with a half-dozen opponents and was the only one to walk out. Here, in FIW, we decided to walk a more direct route. I likened it to the old cliche about entering prison...to establish...dominance..."you find the biggest baddest fucker and pick a fight." But just what did you do, Scott? Knight puffs his chest a bit and cracks his neck He smirks slightly. Knight: I found the meanest dog in the yard, slapped him across the face, and wrapped his leash around my own fucking throat. And now we get to play. The Mistress nods her approval. Lovecraft: I could not have said it better myself, Scott. You see, Holland, my Knight needed the proverbial kick in the ass. His mind has been elsewhere, so we sought out a worthy force of violence to truly awaken him. No need to break a dozen weaklings when the world will take more notice of one worthy opponent. But we heard what you said, Erik. You think Scott knows nothing of pain? Of chains? Reaching behind her back, Lovecraft smiles as she produces The Mistress's Caress. She drags the metal links through her fingers, temporarily lost in thought. With a shake of the head, Lovecraft finally tears her eyes away from the weapon. Lovecraft: I'll spare you the juicier details. Aside from the "Fifty Shades" rubbish, I don't believe anyone out there wants to know the true depths of the intimate connection between Scott and myself. But rest assured... The hand lashes out, sending the metal links into Knight's chest. His twisted smile broadens upon impact. Lovecraft pauses, contemplating another blow before shrugging it away. Lovecraft: ...my Knight is quite comfortable with both pain and chains. This match, Erik, is not about the title. Record books record winners and losers, of course. But what truly captures the hearts and souls of every fool in those stands is suffering. And rest assured, oh "Haunted" one, the suffering will be...the stuff of legends... |
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