Every War Needs Soldiers

[Vladimir Strife]

As our camera comes into focus, we find Crystov in a dimly lit hallway, his attention focused upon something outside of our view. He appears to be approaching his new position with some degree of seriousness, having taken now to wearing a suit with a crimson tie. His features soften with a gentle smile before he begins to talk.

"I'm sure that, by now, some word of what is going on has trickled down to you. As you might have heard, I am now the CEO of EVPW and Vladimir Strife is not. I won't waste your time explaining why or how.. because, frankly, I don't think you really care for either. So, the question of course is.. why am I here?"

The Reaper pauses, seemingly waiting for some kind of response for an almost awkwardly long period until he realizes that none is coming and clears his throat before continuing.

"Well, the prim and proper answer is because your contract stipulates that you still have a legal obligation to fulfill to EVPW and that means that, technically, I can sue you if you don't come perform for me.."

He waits a moment before going on - not looking for a response this time, but attempting to gauge the reaction of the man before him, thus far finding it impossible to get a grasp on what is going through his mind.

"That said - I don't have any plans to do so. The ugly, honest answer as to why I'm here is because I'm locked into this war now with Vladimir and the truth is that I'm not sure that I can win it. What I am sure of though is that I am not cut from the same cloth as the GodKing. I am nowhere near as ruthless as him. I'm not as violent as him. I am not as bloodthirsty as him. I'm not as cruel as him."

Razetti lets his arms hang at his sides as he pleads his case to the unseen man, a fluorescent bulb flickering occasionally overhead.

"I plan to give him everything that I have when I face him next Sunday.. but I am not normally the kind of man who would risk his very life and limb in order to maim and torture and brutalize the GodKing.. but.."

The Reaper leans in a little as a grin starts to form on the curlng edges of his lips.


"I am the kind of man that has the means and the ways to help that sort of a man find his debts to society forgiven.."


TBCB They know who

[Chris Pyro]

As Razetti looks into the darkness the swinging light barely illuminates another figure.

Voice:
You think I care if my debt to society is paid? You come here, you reach down into the deepest, darkest, hole they could find to put me in to say you can get my debts to society forgiven?

Snickering and stifled laughter.

Voice:
No, you see a man like me is thrown into a hole like this one because they don't care about the society that they are indebted to. Thrown down here to rot and decay while those with the keys pray we never find a way out.

The sounds of footsteps start moving, still avoiding the light.

Voice:
You don't want just extreme violence. You don't just want someone who will risk life and limb for a victory. We have a dime-a-dozen of them contracted to EVPW that you could have called upon. Matt Violence, Nicholas Carson, if all you wanted was just extreme violence.

The silhouette of the figure now just hides on the fringes of the light.

Voice:
What you are wanting is someone who has seen the deepest, darkest, nightmares of humanity and laughed in their faces. You want someone who can take whatever the husk of the GodKing can throw at him and laugh as everything burns around him. What you need isn't a god, isn't a violent man.


The figure finally steps into the light to reveal the bloody face of Chris Pyro clad in all black boots, pants a black and grey shirt, a torn an tattered black overcoat with a grin sliced ear to ear held together by some of the worst stitching a hole like this allows.


Pyro:
You don't need someone who will just help you beat the GodKing. You need someone willing to massacre the entire fucking planet just to take the GodKing by the neck, nail him to a wall and let him watch everyone and everything his hollow heart has ever cared about is torn right before he falls at your feet begging for mercy.



Maniacal laughter bursts from the Demon with a Grin as he gets into the face of Crystov.