Post by featherman on May 12, 2021 10:22:19 GMT -5
Small plumes of white smoke waft across the poorly lit dark room. The camera pans down and right stopping in front of a man dressed in all black.
The man sitting on a concrete platform leaning forward, elbows on his knees is the unmistakable painted face of “The Wizard” James Wilcox.
Behind and to the right of him leaning against a wall is the robed Drake. Isaac is stood directly behind James, arms folded. A fourth figure, also in dark robes with the hood up stands in the doorway between Drake and Isaac. His greying beard is visible but not much else.
James “Evolutio est clavem....” Wilcox takes a deep breath in.
“Behind me. The door to the dungeon. The birthplace of the Faction. The place where anger and pain and suffering are embraced. These emotions and feelings......they are a way of life. They mould you. They mould us.”
Wilcox sits up a little straighter.
“Our Evolution continues. Our mission continues. We will destroy the industry as you all know it. Even if that means I have to rip everyone apart.”
“We ... no ...I.....will rebuild the industry in my own image. Those that have so far opposed us are gone....never to be seen again.”
Drake : “Brandon Logan.......”
Isaac : “Ace Sky......”
James : “Adam Miller..............”
The camera now cuts from its previous angle to a side on view of James.
“At Combat Evolved... you all witnessed the brutality of The Faction. There are no boundaries we won’t cross. You see when you driven by an ideal. You can’t be stopped. And I hope you all paid attention.”
“Three wrestlers.... are gone..... never to return. All at the hands of the Faction. Combat Evolved was a well planned assault Led by me....The Wizard. The callousness of my intent, The force in my actions laid bare for all of you to see. But.....” Wilcox raises his right index finger “The evolution must continue.”
The screen goes all fuzzy and cuts to James standing up. Drake now wheels an old television and VCR on a dilapidated wheeled stand. He presses play and steps back.
The video, grainy in its appearance begins to play a collection of highlights taken from the Factions vicious assault on Miller.
After the highlights had played they eventually repeats the same 5 seconds over and over. The images of the final blow from the sledgehammer into the arm of Millar.
“Teddy. I know you’d love to rip me apart. Especially after what I did to your friend and tag team partner.” Wilcox gestures at the video “look at it. No sound needed. The echoes of that mans pain reverberate around our memories. The difference between us is that you will feel the sickening sounds and quiver. You will try to forget. The screams the pain. I, however.....FEED on it.”
He lets out a cross between a cry of anguish and a laugh. His nails scrape across the jawline on the unpainted side of his face. He composes....
“I had no quarrel with you Teddy, but the courageous charge into the ring with your chair at combat evolved to save your friend Millar put you right into the firing line. It was too little too late. The deed was done. Your futile act was the equivalent of scooping up the water after the ice has melted. It only encourages the fans to get......behind you. It encourages the creative team to get you into a ring with me. To... sell tickets.... to sell merchandise.... to take away the fact that you don’t belong in the ring with me ......a true wrestler. It has signed your own fate. I encourage you to think hard about getting in that ring Teddy. Our list (in the back ground Drake and Isaac repeat the names, Brandon Logan, Ace Sky and Adam Millar) will continue to grow if you do.”
Wilcox breathes heavily and quickly. He begins to panic. He sounds around. Reaches towards Isaac.
*SMASH*
Wilcox had wrenched “The Wand” - The decoratively painted sledgehammer from Isaacs grip. Lifting it high above his head and completely obliterating the old television and VCR combination in one blow. A brief set of sparks spouting out of the crumpled mess. He takes a breath and whispers out one word “Teedddddddddddy.”
The robed man with the grey beard unmoved during the whole recording steps forward and let’s out a maniacal and slow laugh “Ha Ha Ha”
The Faction in unison “In absentia lucis, Tenebrae vincunt.”
The man sitting on a concrete platform leaning forward, elbows on his knees is the unmistakable painted face of “The Wizard” James Wilcox.
Behind and to the right of him leaning against a wall is the robed Drake. Isaac is stood directly behind James, arms folded. A fourth figure, also in dark robes with the hood up stands in the doorway between Drake and Isaac. His greying beard is visible but not much else.
James “Evolutio est clavem....” Wilcox takes a deep breath in.
“Behind me. The door to the dungeon. The birthplace of the Faction. The place where anger and pain and suffering are embraced. These emotions and feelings......they are a way of life. They mould you. They mould us.”
Wilcox sits up a little straighter.
“Our Evolution continues. Our mission continues. We will destroy the industry as you all know it. Even if that means I have to rip everyone apart.”
“We ... no ...I.....will rebuild the industry in my own image. Those that have so far opposed us are gone....never to be seen again.”
Drake : “Brandon Logan.......”
Isaac : “Ace Sky......”
James : “Adam Miller..............”
The camera now cuts from its previous angle to a side on view of James.
“At Combat Evolved... you all witnessed the brutality of The Faction. There are no boundaries we won’t cross. You see when you driven by an ideal. You can’t be stopped. And I hope you all paid attention.”
“Three wrestlers.... are gone..... never to return. All at the hands of the Faction. Combat Evolved was a well planned assault Led by me....The Wizard. The callousness of my intent, The force in my actions laid bare for all of you to see. But.....” Wilcox raises his right index finger “The evolution must continue.”
The screen goes all fuzzy and cuts to James standing up. Drake now wheels an old television and VCR on a dilapidated wheeled stand. He presses play and steps back.
The video, grainy in its appearance begins to play a collection of highlights taken from the Factions vicious assault on Miller.
After the highlights had played they eventually repeats the same 5 seconds over and over. The images of the final blow from the sledgehammer into the arm of Millar.
“Teddy. I know you’d love to rip me apart. Especially after what I did to your friend and tag team partner.” Wilcox gestures at the video “look at it. No sound needed. The echoes of that mans pain reverberate around our memories. The difference between us is that you will feel the sickening sounds and quiver. You will try to forget. The screams the pain. I, however.....FEED on it.”
He lets out a cross between a cry of anguish and a laugh. His nails scrape across the jawline on the unpainted side of his face. He composes....
“I had no quarrel with you Teddy, but the courageous charge into the ring with your chair at combat evolved to save your friend Millar put you right into the firing line. It was too little too late. The deed was done. Your futile act was the equivalent of scooping up the water after the ice has melted. It only encourages the fans to get......behind you. It encourages the creative team to get you into a ring with me. To... sell tickets.... to sell merchandise.... to take away the fact that you don’t belong in the ring with me ......a true wrestler. It has signed your own fate. I encourage you to think hard about getting in that ring Teddy. Our list (in the back ground Drake and Isaac repeat the names, Brandon Logan, Ace Sky and Adam Millar) will continue to grow if you do.”
Wilcox breathes heavily and quickly. He begins to panic. He sounds around. Reaches towards Isaac.
*SMASH*
Wilcox had wrenched “The Wand” - The decoratively painted sledgehammer from Isaacs grip. Lifting it high above his head and completely obliterating the old television and VCR combination in one blow. A brief set of sparks spouting out of the crumpled mess. He takes a breath and whispers out one word “Teedddddddddddy.”
The robed man with the grey beard unmoved during the whole recording steps forward and let’s out a maniacal and slow laugh “Ha Ha Ha”
The Faction in unison “In absentia lucis, Tenebrae vincunt.”
