To kill a Necromancer...
Aug 12, 2013 19:07:55 GMT -4
Vladimir Strife, Slut (✿ ◕‿◕), and 2 more like this
Post by Jaggeroth/Jerry/Grimey on Aug 12, 2013 19:07:55 GMT -4
-The scene begins an hour after the 4-way death match were Rhaps gained the pinfall victory over the GodKing. Things seemed in place as the fans were erupting and finally leaving the scene of many crimes, emptying into the soaked parking lot as a light drizzle was coming down as the Pacific ocean swept up moisture into the skies above. If the fans, still stuck in their joyful celebrations, had only looked to the top of the EVPW gymnasium, they'd of seen an unmasked combatant kneeling along the edge.-
"...Corpus...Sine... Nomine."
-His palms were pressed against his sliced open cheek, cuddling it almost lovingly as the blood continued to drip as fast as the rain. He kept repeating his dark words as the shadows tried to dance behind him, the unknown heeding his words, but with his failing strength they were unable to break the bonds of their world to help The Psycho King. His palms fell to catch him as he laid a mangler over the black book wrapped in a strip of leather.-
"You almost had me again, Baphomet...but this won't be enough to send me back into the pit...I refuse..."
*Ker-Click!*
"Animus Ex Corporis Resolveretur....We'll just have to change that attitude then."
-Lighting cracked behind the voice as Jaggeroth turned his blurred vision, he could barely make out the form. The rain ran down the brim of a baseball cap and across the front of a pair of sunglasses. The end of a short barrel shotgun pointing from the figure and aimed with one hand at the Demon's chest. The Lord of Macabre looked on like a wounded animal with blood dripping down over his scar riddled face.-
"Jerry, you traitor...have you come to finish me off once and for all like the coward you are!?"
"Isn't it obvious, Jag? You should have seen this coming..."
"No, not really. You just left with your little arm injury, then never answered your phone."
"Then how about we call this my official notice? Because I'm done. You said you were my friend, you gave me money, and a house...but all the dirty work I did for you...all the spying, all the backstabbing...all the friends I lost..."
"Are you still on about that dead chick? You were nothing but an unknown stalker to that twat, boy."
-The Psycho King tried to raise to his full stature, his eyes locked on his former protege'. Amanda Nathan was walking around the parking lot as another ambulance was coming with a police escort, she was worried for her husband as she couldn't find him anywhere inside the building.-
"She had a name, just like that cunt down there you brainwashed. Isn't it nice to have someone who worries about you? Someone that wants to know that you're safe and resting in their arms at night? Someone who actually wants to see you again?"
"Let shit die, Jerry. You know how much pussy has died around me!?"
"...she was more than just pussy this time..."
-The Demon of Elkhorn Valley laughed as his palms raised up into the air, the clouds beginning to light up with puffs of purple energy as dry lightning scattered around above the city lights.-
"Do you really think you'll ever be ever to kill me for good, boy!? You know I'll just come back, and stronger than ever again! Time after time I've escaped the grave...unlike your little Bella..."
-Jerry Nate's cocky grin spread underneath his cap and sunglasses as his pointer finger moved from the woodstock finish of the shotgun and laid over the hair trigger.-
"No, but maybe this time you'll come back a little smarter..."
-The shot cracked out through the night, the fans still hanging around the parking lot and waiting for any wrestlers to show up cried in surprise as their wish was about to be granted. The high velocity bean bag round bounced off of the Psycho King's already bludgeoned head, forcing his heels to stop short of going over the edge. The Satisfying One smirked as he loaded two more shells into the underside of his killing apparatus before cocking the gun once more.-
"It's going to take more than beans to fell a King, bo-FUUUUUUU!"
-The round inside the shotgun was special made, a cone of fire erupting from the end of the barrel encased the Psycho King as he tried to hold his ground. With mortal flames charring his body, Jaggeroth wavered as he stepped backwards into nothing. The sounds of a church choir could be heard coming from all around. "Dies Iaer" filling the air as Jerry grinned in victory-
"Where in da' bloody 'ell is that man!?"
-Amanda was with the paramedics as the police had already entered the building, the back of the ambulance open as she pouted and waited for any sign of her twisted hubby. Her dark prayers were answered as the shots rang out through the thunder. She turned, her eyes wide as she saw the body falling from above her as she winced. The roof of the ambulance exploded downward as the paramedics jumped out of the way. When Amanda looked up, her scream echoed all throughout the downtown area. Jaggeroth's body lay suspended, hanging in air under the support of twisted and pierced sheet steel and wires as his charred over corpse hanged there motionless. The paramedics couldn't move as they watched the scene unfold, the music striking their ears as pages filled with dark secrets rained down from above.-
"Do you hear the people sing?~ Singing the songs of angry men!~"
-Amanda looked up in her horror, seeing Jerry Nate ripping the pages out of Jaggeroth's bible before chucking the book up and blasting it in air with his last dragon fire round, scattering the remaining pages into ashes in the chilly, air soaked air before he sauntered off.-
"It is the music of a people who SHALL NOT be slaves again!~"
-EOT-
"...Corpus...Sine... Nomine."
-His palms were pressed against his sliced open cheek, cuddling it almost lovingly as the blood continued to drip as fast as the rain. He kept repeating his dark words as the shadows tried to dance behind him, the unknown heeding his words, but with his failing strength they were unable to break the bonds of their world to help The Psycho King. His palms fell to catch him as he laid a mangler over the black book wrapped in a strip of leather.-
"You almost had me again, Baphomet...but this won't be enough to send me back into the pit...I refuse..."
*Ker-Click!*
"Animus Ex Corporis Resolveretur....We'll just have to change that attitude then."
-Lighting cracked behind the voice as Jaggeroth turned his blurred vision, he could barely make out the form. The rain ran down the brim of a baseball cap and across the front of a pair of sunglasses. The end of a short barrel shotgun pointing from the figure and aimed with one hand at the Demon's chest. The Lord of Macabre looked on like a wounded animal with blood dripping down over his scar riddled face.-
"Jerry, you traitor...have you come to finish me off once and for all like the coward you are!?"
"Isn't it obvious, Jag? You should have seen this coming..."
"No, not really. You just left with your little arm injury, then never answered your phone."
"Then how about we call this my official notice? Because I'm done. You said you were my friend, you gave me money, and a house...but all the dirty work I did for you...all the spying, all the backstabbing...all the friends I lost..."
"Are you still on about that dead chick? You were nothing but an unknown stalker to that twat, boy."
-The Psycho King tried to raise to his full stature, his eyes locked on his former protege'. Amanda Nathan was walking around the parking lot as another ambulance was coming with a police escort, she was worried for her husband as she couldn't find him anywhere inside the building.-
"She had a name, just like that cunt down there you brainwashed. Isn't it nice to have someone who worries about you? Someone that wants to know that you're safe and resting in their arms at night? Someone who actually wants to see you again?"
"Let shit die, Jerry. You know how much pussy has died around me!?"
"...she was more than just pussy this time..."
-The Demon of Elkhorn Valley laughed as his palms raised up into the air, the clouds beginning to light up with puffs of purple energy as dry lightning scattered around above the city lights.-
"Do you really think you'll ever be ever to kill me for good, boy!? You know I'll just come back, and stronger than ever again! Time after time I've escaped the grave...unlike your little Bella..."
-Jerry Nate's cocky grin spread underneath his cap and sunglasses as his pointer finger moved from the woodstock finish of the shotgun and laid over the hair trigger.-
"No, but maybe this time you'll come back a little smarter..."
-The shot cracked out through the night, the fans still hanging around the parking lot and waiting for any wrestlers to show up cried in surprise as their wish was about to be granted. The high velocity bean bag round bounced off of the Psycho King's already bludgeoned head, forcing his heels to stop short of going over the edge. The Satisfying One smirked as he loaded two more shells into the underside of his killing apparatus before cocking the gun once more.-
"It's going to take more than beans to fell a King, bo-FUUUUUUU!"
-The round inside the shotgun was special made, a cone of fire erupting from the end of the barrel encased the Psycho King as he tried to hold his ground. With mortal flames charring his body, Jaggeroth wavered as he stepped backwards into nothing. The sounds of a church choir could be heard coming from all around. "Dies Iaer" filling the air as Jerry grinned in victory-
"Where in da' bloody 'ell is that man!?"
-Amanda was with the paramedics as the police had already entered the building, the back of the ambulance open as she pouted and waited for any sign of her twisted hubby. Her dark prayers were answered as the shots rang out through the thunder. She turned, her eyes wide as she saw the body falling from above her as she winced. The roof of the ambulance exploded downward as the paramedics jumped out of the way. When Amanda looked up, her scream echoed all throughout the downtown area. Jaggeroth's body lay suspended, hanging in air under the support of twisted and pierced sheet steel and wires as his charred over corpse hanged there motionless. The paramedics couldn't move as they watched the scene unfold, the music striking their ears as pages filled with dark secrets rained down from above.-
"Do you hear the people sing?~ Singing the songs of angry men!~"
-Amanda looked up in her horror, seeing Jerry Nate ripping the pages out of Jaggeroth's bible before chucking the book up and blasting it in air with his last dragon fire round, scattering the remaining pages into ashes in the chilly, air soaked air before he sauntered off.-
"It is the music of a people who SHALL NOT be slaves again!~"
-EOT-
