Post by featherman on Jun 6, 2021 18:31:10 GMT -5
The scene opens outside the familiar surrounds of the dungeons entrance. It’s dark. It’s always dark there.
The unmistakable silhouette of the monster Drake is on the far left. James is slightly to the right of a stocky man with a greying beard arms folded.
They are all wearing black robes. James face is again painted white with the blood splatter that had been donned for the last few weeks.
James focussed on the camera….
“in absentia luci tenebrae vincunt…..”
A maniacal loud purposeful laugh erupts from James.
“I told you all and you fans didn’t believe. Teddy was done for. From the moment he decided (pointing at his right temple) that he was going to turn up. He had lost. The fear took over him. The faction fed on it and That ladies and gentlemen is magic. That is power. I am the wizard.”
“Now we move onto this weeks creative genius. The question is …. What do you do with the most destructive force in the organisation?….(Raising his voice)…..THE ANSWER….(pausing for a moment to compose.)…. Is place us IN A MATCH……together for the first time….THE WILCOX BROTHERS…..oh but the fans won’t be there for us. They are there to watch our opponents dance around with each other talking about their thoughts……. and feelings.”
“It makes me sick. Jenny makes me
Vomit ….Anyone that uses phrases like “smooochie pooochie” deserves to have their damn head kicked off. Jenny you’ve faced the wrath of the Faction before. Since then our anger and evil has intensified so you should start to feel that endless pit in the bottom of your stomach. The fear should be gripping you now. I will feast on that fear. We will bathe in your anxiety.”
James takes in a deep breath and closes is eyes.
“Moving on to this “champion” (reopening his eyes) Covington. A disgrace. The absent champion. Tell me what are you doing here in tag ream competition? Building a lovely little storyline to put more asses on seats. A champion should put the defence of their title front and centre of their career.
But you… you….are the exact type of wrestling PLAGUE the Faction despises. COVIDington mark our words. Hold on to that belt. Keep it close because when we pin you. We are coming.”
Drake now steps forward from the shadows. “How many more times do we have to prove our ability? How many more careers need to be ended bu our hands?”
He places The Wand on a nearby table and taps.
“Jenny. We’ve dealt you before but like a germ you’re hard to shake off. This should do the trick.” He raps the wand again.
“Now for the first time ever a Wilcox will step into the ring with a reigning champion….but it won’t be the last. Mark my words … the Faction will rip down your precious wrestling industry and rebuild it in our own image. Remember the first step to fixing something ….is to know ….that no matter how destroyed it seems, it can always be saved.”
“salvatores sumus”
“in absentia luci tenebrae vincunt”
The older man let’s out maniacal laugh.
The unmistakable silhouette of the monster Drake is on the far left. James is slightly to the right of a stocky man with a greying beard arms folded.
They are all wearing black robes. James face is again painted white with the blood splatter that had been donned for the last few weeks.
James focussed on the camera….
“in absentia luci tenebrae vincunt…..”
A maniacal loud purposeful laugh erupts from James.
“I told you all and you fans didn’t believe. Teddy was done for. From the moment he decided (pointing at his right temple) that he was going to turn up. He had lost. The fear took over him. The faction fed on it and That ladies and gentlemen is magic. That is power. I am the wizard.”
“Now we move onto this weeks creative genius. The question is …. What do you do with the most destructive force in the organisation?….(Raising his voice)…..THE ANSWER….(pausing for a moment to compose.)…. Is place us IN A MATCH……together for the first time….THE WILCOX BROTHERS…..oh but the fans won’t be there for us. They are there to watch our opponents dance around with each other talking about their thoughts……. and feelings.”
“It makes me sick. Jenny makes me
Vomit ….Anyone that uses phrases like “smooochie pooochie” deserves to have their damn head kicked off. Jenny you’ve faced the wrath of the Faction before. Since then our anger and evil has intensified so you should start to feel that endless pit in the bottom of your stomach. The fear should be gripping you now. I will feast on that fear. We will bathe in your anxiety.”
James takes in a deep breath and closes is eyes.
“Moving on to this “champion” (reopening his eyes) Covington. A disgrace. The absent champion. Tell me what are you doing here in tag ream competition? Building a lovely little storyline to put more asses on seats. A champion should put the defence of their title front and centre of their career.
But you… you….are the exact type of wrestling PLAGUE the Faction despises. COVIDington mark our words. Hold on to that belt. Keep it close because when we pin you. We are coming.”
Drake now steps forward from the shadows. “How many more times do we have to prove our ability? How many more careers need to be ended bu our hands?”
He places The Wand on a nearby table and taps.
“Jenny. We’ve dealt you before but like a germ you’re hard to shake off. This should do the trick.” He raps the wand again.
“Now for the first time ever a Wilcox will step into the ring with a reigning champion….but it won’t be the last. Mark my words … the Faction will rip down your precious wrestling industry and rebuild it in our own image. Remember the first step to fixing something ….is to know ….that no matter how destroyed it seems, it can always be saved.”
“salvatores sumus”
“in absentia luci tenebrae vincunt”
The older man let’s out maniacal laugh.