Post by Jaggeroth/Jerry/Grimey on Jun 28, 2013 21:10:44 GMT -4
-The fans were eerily quiet as they waited for the main event. All eyes were centered on the entrance ramp as an unsettling glow of dark blue crept down along the steel walkway. Not a single crew member could tell what was going on, they were mostly trying to recenter the cameras for the main event.-
"Hmmp, seems like we're having technical difficulties again."
"Why doesn't King Bear get his shit together and buy some new house lights? They can't be that expensive."
"You seem to forget what he pays us...and look, the damn butcher tron is on the fritz again."
-The Butcher-tron wasn't broken, it was just doing as it was told. The static hiss spread over the P.A while the tron illuminated a jumble of white and black spots that danced together in an uncoordinated tango against the oversized prompter.-
"Hold on a minute..."
-The unnatural chill spread down from the rafters as if it was sucking the energy right from the air to power a being from beyond the grave. The dark blue light started to spread out and surround the crowd as fog bursted from the curtain. The static hiss turned up as the screen started to twist and burst with cracks of electricity, something was trying to break out into our plain of existence.-
"....Hold me!"
-The trumpets harold out into the empty air, filling it with the sounds of oncoming doom and bowel rendering fear amongst those watching from the back. The ring crew all took a step back and waited while the announcers hit the deck and cuddled under their desk for "safety". Nothing came, only a sudden halt in the music and stroke inducing flashes of lights in the arena. Silence fell again in the creeping darkness, but the butcher-tron still showed something uncanny. A hand with pulsing veins underneath nicks and cuts was resting over the side of a wicker throne. But inside that hand was a strip of dried blood and skin. The flesh torn from a maiden of the creator was flicked around and bent inside the hand that had committed the disgusting act, it held it's form but never broke. Finally the voice rang out, it's low, booming tone striking at the mortal brain.-
"I thought I would be happy. Five years of plotting against that wench, and finally she fell to me...never to be heard from again. She ripped my company from my grasps...destroyed my world so many times...it's a miracle I didn't show up at her house and burn that comfy cottage to the ground with her in it. But the final laugh was mine, mostly. I guess I can't really exist in a place where the voice that rings loudest isn't my own. You'd best learn to not meddle in my affairs, Bear Boy. When I make a new enemy, I find out every single way I can to hurt them. Just ask Haven, It'd just kill me inside if I had to drop that lovely wife of your's off the side of the Solid Core Gymnasium. So remember your place next time you think you can march down to that ring and stop me...I promise you the ensuing war will have casualties...."
-The fingers continued to fiddle with the skin as the camera shot on the screen buzzed away and switched to a front view. From the neck down we can see the two piece jumpsuit, blacker than sackcloth with a cursive J across the heart patch. Two long strands of blue and crimson hair could be seen hanging from where the head would be.-
"I thought I had regained my sanity when I was finally in control, but control is only an illusion. The way this country, no, this entire mortal toil is set up might as well be called American Idol. If you're not popular, then you'd best be ready to have your life's work ripped away from you in one soul crushing instant. The people couldn't conceive that all of my works were real...the pain, the suffering. It wasn't scripted, it was a stroke coordinated insanity at its finest. I can do what others wish they could, if anything I should be praised by the common man. If something makes me angry, I don't sit around a water cooler and bitch endlessly about it, I go out and destroy it with extreme prejudice!"
"You fools all go into the world, dumb to every last possibility set before you. And it's not because you allow your governments to run your life, it's because you refuse to evolve into free beings. As long as the television rots your calcified brainstems to the core and you can get fatter by the pound for only a dollar, you'll continue to be sheep, weak and sickly because you choose to have Bieber Fever. And that's what disgusting, not the actions I take to lift you from the shackles. Now don't take all the blame on yourselves...I too fell for the illusion. I was sitting in a Best Buy the day my life was stolen, doing the simple deed of being a loving husband and buying Amanda a new 50" television so she could watch her shows and play her little games. I didn't care, I was only procuring some kinky ass sex later on in the night. That's when it happened, that bastard Bill O'reilly broke over the wall of televisions, his face on every last one, but so was mine. He destroyed me in under ten minutes. Stocks in GHW plummeted, wrestler's quit and my own wife said I was a fuck up...but I wasn't concerned with any of that...I sat there in that empty arena in Boston, wondering how I had lost my way, and why was I in a damned Best Buy like a commoner to begin with."
"Everything was perfect, but quickly that wall broke under a flood of lies and half truths. I was swept away under the force of the higher classes ultimate weapon...celebrity gossip. I can't speak on how my brain works anymore. It's a mystery even unto myself these days. But I can say this, be ready and keep your heads down. For there will be no safe haven this time. No remorse, no caring. Just blood, bruises and shoulders ripped from their joints. No one is safe, no one is immune to the virus I will unleash on EVPW...not even you, Ryan Hughes..."
-A cackle ripped through the EVPW arena, paralyzing all within earshot as the scene returned to normal. The house lights kicked back on, giving a healthy glow to everyone's skin instead of the sickly blue. The Butcher-tron went back to showing off the EVPW symbol as the ring crew shook off their jitters and continued preparing for the main event, be it with an eye over all of their shoulders.-
-EOT-
"Hmmp, seems like we're having technical difficulties again."
"Why doesn't King Bear get his shit together and buy some new house lights? They can't be that expensive."
"You seem to forget what he pays us...and look, the damn butcher tron is on the fritz again."
-The Butcher-tron wasn't broken, it was just doing as it was told. The static hiss spread over the P.A while the tron illuminated a jumble of white and black spots that danced together in an uncoordinated tango against the oversized prompter.-
"Hold on a minute..."
-The unnatural chill spread down from the rafters as if it was sucking the energy right from the air to power a being from beyond the grave. The dark blue light started to spread out and surround the crowd as fog bursted from the curtain. The static hiss turned up as the screen started to twist and burst with cracks of electricity, something was trying to break out into our plain of existence.-
"....Hold me!"
-The trumpets harold out into the empty air, filling it with the sounds of oncoming doom and bowel rendering fear amongst those watching from the back. The ring crew all took a step back and waited while the announcers hit the deck and cuddled under their desk for "safety". Nothing came, only a sudden halt in the music and stroke inducing flashes of lights in the arena. Silence fell again in the creeping darkness, but the butcher-tron still showed something uncanny. A hand with pulsing veins underneath nicks and cuts was resting over the side of a wicker throne. But inside that hand was a strip of dried blood and skin. The flesh torn from a maiden of the creator was flicked around and bent inside the hand that had committed the disgusting act, it held it's form but never broke. Finally the voice rang out, it's low, booming tone striking at the mortal brain.-
"I thought I would be happy. Five years of plotting against that wench, and finally she fell to me...never to be heard from again. She ripped my company from my grasps...destroyed my world so many times...it's a miracle I didn't show up at her house and burn that comfy cottage to the ground with her in it. But the final laugh was mine, mostly. I guess I can't really exist in a place where the voice that rings loudest isn't my own. You'd best learn to not meddle in my affairs, Bear Boy. When I make a new enemy, I find out every single way I can to hurt them. Just ask Haven, It'd just kill me inside if I had to drop that lovely wife of your's off the side of the Solid Core Gymnasium. So remember your place next time you think you can march down to that ring and stop me...I promise you the ensuing war will have casualties...."
-The fingers continued to fiddle with the skin as the camera shot on the screen buzzed away and switched to a front view. From the neck down we can see the two piece jumpsuit, blacker than sackcloth with a cursive J across the heart patch. Two long strands of blue and crimson hair could be seen hanging from where the head would be.-
"I thought I had regained my sanity when I was finally in control, but control is only an illusion. The way this country, no, this entire mortal toil is set up might as well be called American Idol. If you're not popular, then you'd best be ready to have your life's work ripped away from you in one soul crushing instant. The people couldn't conceive that all of my works were real...the pain, the suffering. It wasn't scripted, it was a stroke coordinated insanity at its finest. I can do what others wish they could, if anything I should be praised by the common man. If something makes me angry, I don't sit around a water cooler and bitch endlessly about it, I go out and destroy it with extreme prejudice!"
"You fools all go into the world, dumb to every last possibility set before you. And it's not because you allow your governments to run your life, it's because you refuse to evolve into free beings. As long as the television rots your calcified brainstems to the core and you can get fatter by the pound for only a dollar, you'll continue to be sheep, weak and sickly because you choose to have Bieber Fever. And that's what disgusting, not the actions I take to lift you from the shackles. Now don't take all the blame on yourselves...I too fell for the illusion. I was sitting in a Best Buy the day my life was stolen, doing the simple deed of being a loving husband and buying Amanda a new 50" television so she could watch her shows and play her little games. I didn't care, I was only procuring some kinky ass sex later on in the night. That's when it happened, that bastard Bill O'reilly broke over the wall of televisions, his face on every last one, but so was mine. He destroyed me in under ten minutes. Stocks in GHW plummeted, wrestler's quit and my own wife said I was a fuck up...but I wasn't concerned with any of that...I sat there in that empty arena in Boston, wondering how I had lost my way, and why was I in a damned Best Buy like a commoner to begin with."
"Everything was perfect, but quickly that wall broke under a flood of lies and half truths. I was swept away under the force of the higher classes ultimate weapon...celebrity gossip. I can't speak on how my brain works anymore. It's a mystery even unto myself these days. But I can say this, be ready and keep your heads down. For there will be no safe haven this time. No remorse, no caring. Just blood, bruises and shoulders ripped from their joints. No one is safe, no one is immune to the virus I will unleash on EVPW...not even you, Ryan Hughes..."
-A cackle ripped through the EVPW arena, paralyzing all within earshot as the scene returned to normal. The house lights kicked back on, giving a healthy glow to everyone's skin instead of the sickly blue. The Butcher-tron went back to showing off the EVPW symbol as the ring crew shook off their jitters and continued preparing for the main event, be it with an eye over all of their shoulders.-
-EOT-