Post by deadhead4obama on Jan 5, 2013 21:54:15 GMT -5
HE WHO JUST WINS THE BATTLE IS NOT THE ONE REMEMBERED...
It is HE who wins the war that is immortalized!
PART ONE OF TWO -- "Repentance"
[Darkness dissolves...]
[It in it's wake, the dark and gloomy candle lit basement of one LARK FENRIZ's mansion is in full view, with the owner himself standing near the one wall, arms across his chest, a total disgusted and angry look plastered all over his face. Dressed head to toe in all black, Lark might disappear in this poor lighting... but with his ghost white skin seemingly glowing along with a cat of nine tails in his right hand, he easily stands out.]
FENRIZ: How _DARE_ you! How _DARE_ you embarrass our name like that!
[With a sneer, Lark strides forward, as the camera quickly pans, bringing everything into full view... everything being Lark's partner SHAWN "THIRTY BELOW" RYDER locked in a prized piece of Lark's antique collection: a colonial stockade.]
FENRIZ: This was a battle fought on _OUR_ playing field, where there would be no bell ringing signaling the quick end of all the fun! Our deepest, darkest most demented and blood thirsty dreams and desires could have came true!
[Lark looks down at Shawn with just a furious sneer, raising the cat of nail tails high in the air.]
FENRIZ: But, _NO_! You again fail to keep up... To maintain a grip on the things going around you, and you wound up sitting at the Christmas dinner table all alone! Tisk, tisk, tisk, my young squire.... Such abhorrent behavior creates in it's wake a fair and equal consequence!
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FENRIZ: You will learn... You _MUST_ learn! There are times to play around with your food and there are times to pull your foot on their throat, going for the kill shot without any hesitation!
*** !!! ***
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FENRIZ: You have decided to venture upon this spiritual journey! This means there are standards you _MUST_ adhere too... standards you are well aware of! Thus, _REPENTENCE_ for your sins _MUST_ be achieved!!!
*** !!! ***
FENRIZ: Embrace the pain, Shawn! Take it alllll in! Let the burning enter your pores and take over your body! Feel it... _HARNESS_ it!
*** !!! ***
FENRIZ: ...and turn it into something _POSITIVE_! Say.. for instance... that little extra _UMPH_ you are going to need come Live Edition Fourteen, when our quest for the You Dubbya Ell golden straps officially begins.
FENRIZ: Unless, instead of Real Xtreme.... you'd like to...
...BECOME MY DINNNNEERRR!!!!
["The Wolf" drops the cat of nail tails, and quickly stalks off into the darkness, virtually disappearing into thin air. Shawn remains as he was, still in his ring gear, although it's a bit more torn and he's a bit bloodier than when this all began...]
[Darkness evolves!]
PART TWO OF TWO -- "Men and Their Precious Rules"
[He sits upon His throne, heavy black robe covering virtually all remnants of His human body. The only little pieces of flesh that remain visible to the viewing audience is the ghost white fingers on His right hand, slowly drumming around upon the throne's armrest. Under neath the oversized hood cover His entire face, it's almost as if there are two glowing red orbs where His eye's should be...]
THE WOLF: You foolish do gooders and your constant desire to change the _RULLLLESSSS_....
[He hisses, not very pleased it seems.]
THE WOLF: It amuses me through and through... Tickles my fancy, you might say. It is as if you already understand that in this world it is _IMPOSSIBLE_ for good to win because _GOOD_ has to play by the rules, while evil runs rampid with no regard for _ANYTHING_!
[Brief pause, as he brings his arms in, folding them inside his lap.]
THE WOLF: Thus... Real Extreme... Just like the officers of the law... You seek out to _CHANGE_ the very rules that govern the match. You no longer have any concept for human safety. There is no regard for the well being of your fellow man, or desire any beat me with your own _BARE_ hands, like only a real man could...
No...
[Slow, sigh...]
THE WOLF: No, you cannot possibility have _that_... Instead, you must _CHANGE_ the rules, make the weapons _LEGAL_ and thus somehow change the morality over their use in instant, allowing them to not only be wielded by the forces of _EVIL_, but the forces of good as well!
[He shakes his head in very disappointed manner.]
THE WOLF: It is just sad... so very sad... You talk of this 'house of horrors' as if it something unique, innovative or awe inspiring. Perhaps where you come from, that happens to be an accurate description.
But not where my homeland lies....
[Brief pause, taking His time to craft His words.]
THE WOLF: This 'house of horrors' for the likes of myself is more of a 'house of pleasure', a means to a very creative and bloody end. A end, that no matter what rules you change or come up with... No matter how much resistance you can conjure up... The end will be the same bloody ending!
It will _NOT_ matter what brush you give me to paint it with!
[Evil, bone chilling laugh.]
THE WOLF: Get your thrills with this notion of a 'house of horrors'. I hope it is enough to fulfill your kicks and make your existence some how seem justified... For soon, just like your precious TSWF...
...you will be just a distant memory!
[He slowly rises from His throne, his impressive seven foot frame towering over the camera.]
THE WOLF: On Live Edition _FOURTEEN_, Real Extreme.... You will become... my _VICTIMS_!
[Darkness evolves!]
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*OOC*
Been a rough couple of weeks, but I wanted to make sure I didn't no shwo such a big match, especially once that I requested happen to begin with! I hope the finished product is at least somewhat enjoyable, but I'm not pleased... heh... I could keep tinkering but Ive been tinkering for days, and yea... Somethings better than notthing, so... hope you enjoy! Let's hope January is a much easier month!
It is HE who wins the war that is immortalized!
PART ONE OF TWO -- "Repentance"
[Darkness dissolves...]
[It in it's wake, the dark and gloomy candle lit basement of one LARK FENRIZ's mansion is in full view, with the owner himself standing near the one wall, arms across his chest, a total disgusted and angry look plastered all over his face. Dressed head to toe in all black, Lark might disappear in this poor lighting... but with his ghost white skin seemingly glowing along with a cat of nine tails in his right hand, he easily stands out.]
FENRIZ: How _DARE_ you! How _DARE_ you embarrass our name like that!
[With a sneer, Lark strides forward, as the camera quickly pans, bringing everything into full view... everything being Lark's partner SHAWN "THIRTY BELOW" RYDER locked in a prized piece of Lark's antique collection: a colonial stockade.]
FENRIZ: This was a battle fought on _OUR_ playing field, where there would be no bell ringing signaling the quick end of all the fun! Our deepest, darkest most demented and blood thirsty dreams and desires could have came true!
[Lark looks down at Shawn with just a furious sneer, raising the cat of nail tails high in the air.]
FENRIZ: But, _NO_! You again fail to keep up... To maintain a grip on the things going around you, and you wound up sitting at the Christmas dinner table all alone! Tisk, tisk, tisk, my young squire.... Such abhorrent behavior creates in it's wake a fair and equal consequence!
*** !!! ***
*** !!! ***
FENRIZ: You will learn... You _MUST_ learn! There are times to play around with your food and there are times to pull your foot on their throat, going for the kill shot without any hesitation!
*** !!! ***
*** !!! ***
*** !!! ***
FENRIZ: You have decided to venture upon this spiritual journey! This means there are standards you _MUST_ adhere too... standards you are well aware of! Thus, _REPENTENCE_ for your sins _MUST_ be achieved!!!
*** !!! ***
FENRIZ: Embrace the pain, Shawn! Take it alllll in! Let the burning enter your pores and take over your body! Feel it... _HARNESS_ it!
*** !!! ***
FENRIZ: ...and turn it into something _POSITIVE_! Say.. for instance... that little extra _UMPH_ you are going to need come Live Edition Fourteen, when our quest for the You Dubbya Ell golden straps officially begins.
FENRIZ: Unless, instead of Real Xtreme.... you'd like to...
...BECOME MY DINNNNEERRR!!!!
["The Wolf" drops the cat of nail tails, and quickly stalks off into the darkness, virtually disappearing into thin air. Shawn remains as he was, still in his ring gear, although it's a bit more torn and he's a bit bloodier than when this all began...]
[Darkness evolves!]
PART TWO OF TWO -- "Men and Their Precious Rules"
[He sits upon His throne, heavy black robe covering virtually all remnants of His human body. The only little pieces of flesh that remain visible to the viewing audience is the ghost white fingers on His right hand, slowly drumming around upon the throne's armrest. Under neath the oversized hood cover His entire face, it's almost as if there are two glowing red orbs where His eye's should be...]
THE WOLF: You foolish do gooders and your constant desire to change the _RULLLLESSSS_....
[He hisses, not very pleased it seems.]
THE WOLF: It amuses me through and through... Tickles my fancy, you might say. It is as if you already understand that in this world it is _IMPOSSIBLE_ for good to win because _GOOD_ has to play by the rules, while evil runs rampid with no regard for _ANYTHING_!
[Brief pause, as he brings his arms in, folding them inside his lap.]
THE WOLF: Thus... Real Extreme... Just like the officers of the law... You seek out to _CHANGE_ the very rules that govern the match. You no longer have any concept for human safety. There is no regard for the well being of your fellow man, or desire any beat me with your own _BARE_ hands, like only a real man could...
No...
[Slow, sigh...]
THE WOLF: No, you cannot possibility have _that_... Instead, you must _CHANGE_ the rules, make the weapons _LEGAL_ and thus somehow change the morality over their use in instant, allowing them to not only be wielded by the forces of _EVIL_, but the forces of good as well!
[He shakes his head in very disappointed manner.]
THE WOLF: It is just sad... so very sad... You talk of this 'house of horrors' as if it something unique, innovative or awe inspiring. Perhaps where you come from, that happens to be an accurate description.
But not where my homeland lies....
[Brief pause, taking His time to craft His words.]
THE WOLF: This 'house of horrors' for the likes of myself is more of a 'house of pleasure', a means to a very creative and bloody end. A end, that no matter what rules you change or come up with... No matter how much resistance you can conjure up... The end will be the same bloody ending!
It will _NOT_ matter what brush you give me to paint it with!
[Evil, bone chilling laugh.]
THE WOLF: Get your thrills with this notion of a 'house of horrors'. I hope it is enough to fulfill your kicks and make your existence some how seem justified... For soon, just like your precious TSWF...
...you will be just a distant memory!
[He slowly rises from His throne, his impressive seven foot frame towering over the camera.]
THE WOLF: On Live Edition _FOURTEEN_, Real Extreme.... You will become... my _VICTIMS_!
[Darkness evolves!]
================
*OOC*
Been a rough couple of weeks, but I wanted to make sure I didn't no shwo such a big match, especially once that I requested happen to begin with! I hope the finished product is at least somewhat enjoyable, but I'm not pleased... heh... I could keep tinkering but Ive been tinkering for days, and yea... Somethings better than notthing, so... hope you enjoy! Let's hope January is a much easier month!