Post by Nicholas Carson on Aug 3, 2013 22:33:30 GMT -4
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Kahlan caters to her callers and mounts the top buckle, but in doing so does not notice Chris Pyro and Lee Pyro hopping over the rail and sliding into the ring. They grab her and sling her down to the mat hard.
"What is the Dark Court doing out here? They have just attacked Kahlan for no good reason. What is the meaning of this?"
"Who cares the meaning, behold the sexiness."
The Ladder Queen is pummeled mercilessly by the two men until Lee picks her up and sets her on the top ring rope in a Stunner position. His brother scales to the highest pad and perches for a moment. The nod is given and Chris takes to the skies and brings down a wrathful stomp to Pretty K's head as Lee drops into the Stunner. Their movement as a team is second to none, perfect symphony, a complete cohesiveness that leaves Clarkson in ruins.
"Death of Tomorrow! This is unnecessary. What did Kahlan ever do to them to deserve this?"
"One again, who cares about Kahlan? We should be thankful that the pretty pretty Pyros are here to save the day."
Chris prods the referee back into semi-alertness as his brother slings Helena's body over Kahlan. They exit as quickly as they entered, the fans in a severe upheaval over their actions. The mood only gets nastier in the bleachers as the referee's hand sloths the canvas three times in a row. The bell dings.
"Your winner of the match is Nicholas Carson by way of Helena Ring."
The Dark Court re-enter the square and pull Helena's squashed carcass off of Pretty K's. They sit her aside then stand on opposite sides of their unmoving target, each man's face glowing with palpable fury. Nicholas rolls into the ring after nabbing a mic and approaches the brothers of barbarism. The three gaze upon each other for a moment before Carson nods to them respectfully and places a strong hand on each man's shoulder. They return the gestures and step a few paces back so that their new found ally can settle a matter long left undone. There's cause for concern in the stands, some of the parents already shielding their young from what could come at the horrible hands of Nicholas Wayne Carson. The Lord of Lunacy looks over his defeated heart torturer for a long time before dropping to his knees and sobbing a little bit, his voice easing over the audience with a small crack in it, hinting at the possibility of there being an actual human under the exterior of the war machine.
"Why did you have to do this Kahlan? I loved you so much. I gave myself to you. When they mocked you I hurt them. When you wanted a title, I offered to battle for it and to give it to you when I won. I would have thrown myself on a grenade for you, even if you were the one that tossed it. I loved you that much. Back then I couldn't think of anything but you. In spite of myself, my imagination carried me to you. I grasped you, I kissed you, I caressed you, a thousand of the most amorous caresses took possession of me. If I could have reached up and held a star for every time you made me smile, the entire evening sky would have been in the palm of my hand. I'm talking genuine smiles. Not ones that came from hurting people. We could have been something, Kahlan. Love is like a friendship caught on fire. In the beginning a flame, very pretty, often hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. As love grows older, our hearts mature and our love becomes as coals, deep-burning and unquenchable."
His voice gets stronger and more angry, tears still coming but not in force.
"WHY COULDN'T I BE YOUR COAL, KAHLAN? WE COULD HAVE BURNED TOGETHER! Instead you fooled me and used me. You ripped something out of my chest that I never knew was there, my heart, and you shat on it then made me eat it. And what hurt the most was the fact that you enjoyed doing it. Well guess what, it is my turn to enjoy something. I am going to enjoy this for every sleepless night I spent shedding these weird water drops from my eyes. I am about to make sure you never mock or hurt me again. I HATE YOU KAHLAN CLARKSON! I HATE YOU MORE NOW THAN I EVER LOVED YOU BEFORE!"
Carson loses his shit and starts bashing her face with his free fist.
"I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU."
He stands up and is clearly unhinged. He looks over to the corner and remembers her smart ass remark about how he had no business trying to fly off the top rope. Nasty Nick is going to show her a thing or two. The Dark Court apparently have mind reading abilities, because without Carson even saying anything they hold the Ladder Queen on the mat by the arms and legs as he climbs to the top rope. The big man almost falls a time or two but gets enough footing to hurl himself off. There's an outcry from those who paid to see the event tonight but there's nothing they can do as Carson's 275 pound frame transforms Kahlan's body into a pancaked smear on the canvas when he splashes on her. After destroying her enough for one night he picks her right up off the mat and lawn darts her out of the ring where EVPW officials are waiting to grab her.
"Get Kahlan back there and checked out immediately guys. She's one of the toughest competitors around but she may have internal injuries after that. . This is just fucking outrageous."
"No. THIS! IS! CARSON!"
The camera feeds its lens to the Agent of Chaos, his mad eyes and sneering countenance drawing shrieks of fright from those fortunate enough to be watching on a TV.
"I told you what was coming EVPW. I told you the bricks would fall and the first one just did. I also told you I would not be alone, and as you can see I am a man of my word. The Dark Court had their awakening. They spoke of it but none of you cared. I bet you care now don't you? I had my eyes one these two for a long time, but just when I thought they were ready to receive the awakening something would get in the way. Personal grudges. Identity crisis. They tried so hard to suppress what was natural. When Chris stopped denying his true self in his feud with SM Raye and fully embraced the real Chris Pyro, I knew he was ready, that they were ready. I went to them and shared my knowledge and wisdom and they listened. It awoke them. They believe in the same idea that I do and they are the Dark Court that will be your judge, jury, and executioner in the new EVPW that we create. They will administer their dark arm of justice to all that need it, and we will dispose of those who oppose, because we are The Nephilim."
"The who? That sounded like a sexual term."
"I am familiar with The Nephilim. They were the sons of gods, or fallen angles, mentioned in nearly every holy book and ancient literature on the planet. They were giants that walked the earth, took any woman they wanted, did anything they wanted, and killed anybody they wanted. Nobody stopped them. When there was nothing else to rape and pillage they eventually died out on their own accord. If I am making the connection correctly here, they think they're going to usher in some kind of new EVPW where only they and those they think have received true knowledge will survive. This is scary."
Nicholas hands the mic to Chris then picks up Helena's nearly dead carcass by the wrist and paces back and forth with her dangling loosely from his mitt like a stuffed animal being toted around by a child.
TBC: Chris Pyro.
Kahlan caters to her callers and mounts the top buckle, but in doing so does not notice Chris Pyro and Lee Pyro hopping over the rail and sliding into the ring. They grab her and sling her down to the mat hard.
"What is the Dark Court doing out here? They have just attacked Kahlan for no good reason. What is the meaning of this?"
"Who cares the meaning, behold the sexiness."
The Ladder Queen is pummeled mercilessly by the two men until Lee picks her up and sets her on the top ring rope in a Stunner position. His brother scales to the highest pad and perches for a moment. The nod is given and Chris takes to the skies and brings down a wrathful stomp to Pretty K's head as Lee drops into the Stunner. Their movement as a team is second to none, perfect symphony, a complete cohesiveness that leaves Clarkson in ruins.
"Death of Tomorrow! This is unnecessary. What did Kahlan ever do to them to deserve this?"
"One again, who cares about Kahlan? We should be thankful that the pretty pretty Pyros are here to save the day."
Chris prods the referee back into semi-alertness as his brother slings Helena's body over Kahlan. They exit as quickly as they entered, the fans in a severe upheaval over their actions. The mood only gets nastier in the bleachers as the referee's hand sloths the canvas three times in a row. The bell dings.
"Your winner of the match is Nicholas Carson by way of Helena Ring."
The Dark Court re-enter the square and pull Helena's squashed carcass off of Pretty K's. They sit her aside then stand on opposite sides of their unmoving target, each man's face glowing with palpable fury. Nicholas rolls into the ring after nabbing a mic and approaches the brothers of barbarism. The three gaze upon each other for a moment before Carson nods to them respectfully and places a strong hand on each man's shoulder. They return the gestures and step a few paces back so that their new found ally can settle a matter long left undone. There's cause for concern in the stands, some of the parents already shielding their young from what could come at the horrible hands of Nicholas Wayne Carson. The Lord of Lunacy looks over his defeated heart torturer for a long time before dropping to his knees and sobbing a little bit, his voice easing over the audience with a small crack in it, hinting at the possibility of there being an actual human under the exterior of the war machine.
"Why did you have to do this Kahlan? I loved you so much. I gave myself to you. When they mocked you I hurt them. When you wanted a title, I offered to battle for it and to give it to you when I won. I would have thrown myself on a grenade for you, even if you were the one that tossed it. I loved you that much. Back then I couldn't think of anything but you. In spite of myself, my imagination carried me to you. I grasped you, I kissed you, I caressed you, a thousand of the most amorous caresses took possession of me. If I could have reached up and held a star for every time you made me smile, the entire evening sky would have been in the palm of my hand. I'm talking genuine smiles. Not ones that came from hurting people. We could have been something, Kahlan. Love is like a friendship caught on fire. In the beginning a flame, very pretty, often hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. As love grows older, our hearts mature and our love becomes as coals, deep-burning and unquenchable."
His voice gets stronger and more angry, tears still coming but not in force.
"WHY COULDN'T I BE YOUR COAL, KAHLAN? WE COULD HAVE BURNED TOGETHER! Instead you fooled me and used me. You ripped something out of my chest that I never knew was there, my heart, and you shat on it then made me eat it. And what hurt the most was the fact that you enjoyed doing it. Well guess what, it is my turn to enjoy something. I am going to enjoy this for every sleepless night I spent shedding these weird water drops from my eyes. I am about to make sure you never mock or hurt me again. I HATE YOU KAHLAN CLARKSON! I HATE YOU MORE NOW THAN I EVER LOVED YOU BEFORE!"
Carson loses his shit and starts bashing her face with his free fist.
"I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU."
He stands up and is clearly unhinged. He looks over to the corner and remembers her smart ass remark about how he had no business trying to fly off the top rope. Nasty Nick is going to show her a thing or two. The Dark Court apparently have mind reading abilities, because without Carson even saying anything they hold the Ladder Queen on the mat by the arms and legs as he climbs to the top rope. The big man almost falls a time or two but gets enough footing to hurl himself off. There's an outcry from those who paid to see the event tonight but there's nothing they can do as Carson's 275 pound frame transforms Kahlan's body into a pancaked smear on the canvas when he splashes on her. After destroying her enough for one night he picks her right up off the mat and lawn darts her out of the ring where EVPW officials are waiting to grab her.
"Get Kahlan back there and checked out immediately guys. She's one of the toughest competitors around but she may have internal injuries after that. . This is just fucking outrageous."
"No. THIS! IS! CARSON!"
The camera feeds its lens to the Agent of Chaos, his mad eyes and sneering countenance drawing shrieks of fright from those fortunate enough to be watching on a TV.
"I told you what was coming EVPW. I told you the bricks would fall and the first one just did. I also told you I would not be alone, and as you can see I am a man of my word. The Dark Court had their awakening. They spoke of it but none of you cared. I bet you care now don't you? I had my eyes one these two for a long time, but just when I thought they were ready to receive the awakening something would get in the way. Personal grudges. Identity crisis. They tried so hard to suppress what was natural. When Chris stopped denying his true self in his feud with SM Raye and fully embraced the real Chris Pyro, I knew he was ready, that they were ready. I went to them and shared my knowledge and wisdom and they listened. It awoke them. They believe in the same idea that I do and they are the Dark Court that will be your judge, jury, and executioner in the new EVPW that we create. They will administer their dark arm of justice to all that need it, and we will dispose of those who oppose, because we are The Nephilim."
"The who? That sounded like a sexual term."
"I am familiar with The Nephilim. They were the sons of gods, or fallen angles, mentioned in nearly every holy book and ancient literature on the planet. They were giants that walked the earth, took any woman they wanted, did anything they wanted, and killed anybody they wanted. Nobody stopped them. When there was nothing else to rape and pillage they eventually died out on their own accord. If I am making the connection correctly here, they think they're going to usher in some kind of new EVPW where only they and those they think have received true knowledge will survive. This is scary."
Nicholas hands the mic to Chris then picks up Helena's nearly dead carcass by the wrist and paces back and forth with her dangling loosely from his mitt like a stuffed animal being toted around by a child.
TBC: Chris Pyro.
