Post by Nicholas Carson on Oct 20, 2013 16:41:36 GMT -4
The scene opens to the Maniac Mauler seated atop a wooden platform with his head hanging low. In this particular setting he's dressed in blue jeans, brown Timberland boots, and a black short sleeved shirt that reads "Serial Killer Material" in bold white lettering. A large red and black flannel jacket, presumably one he wore before entering this setting, is laid upon a hook on the wall to his left. His attire seems appropriate for his current surroundings, because the background is laden with wooden walls and poorly crafted taxidermy'd critters big and small hanging everywhere, along with tools splayed out here and there. Nicholas takes in a deep breath and raises his trademark nail gun into the air, muzzle directed at the ceiling, the side of the device pressed against his head. It is clear that the man is distraught despite having secured a victory over Dwight Lights at Total Carnage. In a low tone foreign from his usual inflection, the Lord of Lunacy speaks.
Nicholas: "It is said that politics can hurt you worse than any bullet or punch, and I for one believe it now. Backstage politics took away the Dark Court from me. Chris, Lee, and Kazue - they are gone now never to return, unless hell itself freezes over. And with them went my plans. It was supposed to be so easy. They take the tag titles and I take any spoil my heart desired. We would then transform this place into our own image and do as we pleased. Now I am left with nothing but these FUCKING voices inside my head. Maw Carson was right on this one, that cunt, she told me I'd never have friends, and even if I did make one he'd turn his back on me. No true friends will ever stick by me. She was right! But you know what? That's not even the worst in all of this."
The Artist of Atrocities stands up, turns his back to the camera and places the end of the nail gun onto something left hidden from the viewers. He squeezes the trigger once and retracts, then repeats the action a few spaces up. While he does this he carries on with his spiel.
"The worst is getting betrayed by a brother. Only one man has ever truly understood me and attained status as my best friend. He was... imperfect.... like me. But he turned his back on me long ago for reasons still shrouded in mystery. But I forgave him, as strange as that word and emotion is to me, on the off chance that he had a logical reason to abandon me. But then you took something from me didn't you..."
He employs the nail gun into the unseen object much harder than the previous time and growls.
"... Rhaps."
Nicholas fully turns toward the eye of the camera and sneers into it.
"Envy was my spoil to devour. My first act of desecration to her was unofficial. It wasn't recognized by the books to be written in the annals of time, although it was clearly recognized by her. Now she walks around a little less taller, a little less prouder, a little less confident. All because of me. Total Carnage was supposed to be my night to put the exclamation point on her ultimate demise. It was a night that would live in infamy. The last night she would spend in EVPW. The night her undefeated streak came to an end and she was left so humiliated that she would not be able to muster the gumption to be seen on television again. All becuase of ME. ME, NOT YOU, RHAPS! But what did you do, my so called Imperfect brethern? You used your backstage pull, slobbed a few knobs, and somehow weaseled your way into the main event against her and got your stab-happy ass handed to you until you caught a lucky break and won the damn match."
Carson belts out an angered roar and slams his bowling ball of a fist into the nearest wall, causing the wood to give way to his power and dust to converge all around him.
"I haven't even received a thanks from you! I tore that bitch up so bad that she was still feeling the effects of it going into Total Carnage. If it had not been for me getting into her head and beating the brakes off her, she would have beaten you within an inch of your life and walked out with the title and your dignity. YOU'RE WELCOME RHAPS!"
He throws another temper fit before simmering down enough to continue the segment. He mulls over his thoughts and offers up a shaky chuckle, his nail gun pointing up and down and all around as he speaks.
"So I guess this means there's a bloodscore to be settled. You stole my glory and now I must steal yours. You have a fetish for shiny things don't you? Knives, Decimator titles, etfuckingcetera. Good. I'm going to take them all from you. There's a shindig right around the corner. It is called MadHouse. I know there is a bunch of bullshit voting and the shitbag fans have a say-so in this and that, but I don't care. I'm going to meet you there for your precious title and I am going to take it from you like you took Envy from me. I'm also going to break your body, shatter your spirit, ass fuck your soul and then melt away your little knives with the fiery flames of my fucked up wrath."
Nicky relaxes some and brings his weapon to a rest at his side.
"But before I do that, I will also take the tag titles on that very same night, in respect for my Dark Court. I'll fight the whole roster if I have to. Double duty, triple duty, quadruple duty, I don't care. In one single night I am going to climb atop the mountain in EVPW, yank down my trousers, and proceed to take a nice long shit on all of you. EEEYYAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA!"
The unpredictable Mauler starts dick dancing around crazy-like, akin to how a person consumed with drugs would at a rock concert, and fires off nails from his gun as he disappears from the eye of the camera. As the scene nears it fade to black, it rests upon the object that Carson was gainfully employed with. It's a coffin shaped pine box large enough to fit a human body in, and a metal plate is affixed to its center that has one name scribed across it. RHAPS.
EOT
Nicholas: "It is said that politics can hurt you worse than any bullet or punch, and I for one believe it now. Backstage politics took away the Dark Court from me. Chris, Lee, and Kazue - they are gone now never to return, unless hell itself freezes over. And with them went my plans. It was supposed to be so easy. They take the tag titles and I take any spoil my heart desired. We would then transform this place into our own image and do as we pleased. Now I am left with nothing but these FUCKING voices inside my head. Maw Carson was right on this one, that cunt, she told me I'd never have friends, and even if I did make one he'd turn his back on me. No true friends will ever stick by me. She was right! But you know what? That's not even the worst in all of this."
The Artist of Atrocities stands up, turns his back to the camera and places the end of the nail gun onto something left hidden from the viewers. He squeezes the trigger once and retracts, then repeats the action a few spaces up. While he does this he carries on with his spiel.
"The worst is getting betrayed by a brother. Only one man has ever truly understood me and attained status as my best friend. He was... imperfect.... like me. But he turned his back on me long ago for reasons still shrouded in mystery. But I forgave him, as strange as that word and emotion is to me, on the off chance that he had a logical reason to abandon me. But then you took something from me didn't you..."
He employs the nail gun into the unseen object much harder than the previous time and growls.
"... Rhaps."
Nicholas fully turns toward the eye of the camera and sneers into it.
"Envy was my spoil to devour. My first act of desecration to her was unofficial. It wasn't recognized by the books to be written in the annals of time, although it was clearly recognized by her. Now she walks around a little less taller, a little less prouder, a little less confident. All because of me. Total Carnage was supposed to be my night to put the exclamation point on her ultimate demise. It was a night that would live in infamy. The last night she would spend in EVPW. The night her undefeated streak came to an end and she was left so humiliated that she would not be able to muster the gumption to be seen on television again. All becuase of ME. ME, NOT YOU, RHAPS! But what did you do, my so called Imperfect brethern? You used your backstage pull, slobbed a few knobs, and somehow weaseled your way into the main event against her and got your stab-happy ass handed to you until you caught a lucky break and won the damn match."
Carson belts out an angered roar and slams his bowling ball of a fist into the nearest wall, causing the wood to give way to his power and dust to converge all around him.
"I haven't even received a thanks from you! I tore that bitch up so bad that she was still feeling the effects of it going into Total Carnage. If it had not been for me getting into her head and beating the brakes off her, she would have beaten you within an inch of your life and walked out with the title and your dignity. YOU'RE WELCOME RHAPS!"
He throws another temper fit before simmering down enough to continue the segment. He mulls over his thoughts and offers up a shaky chuckle, his nail gun pointing up and down and all around as he speaks.
"So I guess this means there's a bloodscore to be settled. You stole my glory and now I must steal yours. You have a fetish for shiny things don't you? Knives, Decimator titles, etfuckingcetera. Good. I'm going to take them all from you. There's a shindig right around the corner. It is called MadHouse. I know there is a bunch of bullshit voting and the shitbag fans have a say-so in this and that, but I don't care. I'm going to meet you there for your precious title and I am going to take it from you like you took Envy from me. I'm also going to break your body, shatter your spirit, ass fuck your soul and then melt away your little knives with the fiery flames of my fucked up wrath."
Nicky relaxes some and brings his weapon to a rest at his side.
"But before I do that, I will also take the tag titles on that very same night, in respect for my Dark Court. I'll fight the whole roster if I have to. Double duty, triple duty, quadruple duty, I don't care. In one single night I am going to climb atop the mountain in EVPW, yank down my trousers, and proceed to take a nice long shit on all of you. EEEYYAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA!"
The unpredictable Mauler starts dick dancing around crazy-like, akin to how a person consumed with drugs would at a rock concert, and fires off nails from his gun as he disappears from the eye of the camera. As the scene nears it fade to black, it rests upon the object that Carson was gainfully employed with. It's a coffin shaped pine box large enough to fit a human body in, and a metal plate is affixed to its center that has one name scribed across it. RHAPS.
EOT
