Post by Bane on Oct 26, 2011 20:38:10 GMT -5
The scene opens up to that of pure and utter darkness with the sound of children laughing as they played being heard. Soon after the feed began playing there were flickers of images that couldn't be made out except for a man dragging something metallic through dirt. The images continued coming through the feed remaining grainy, blurred as if extremely poor or even partially broken equipment. The images although were distorted and difficult to really look at for any longer than a few second each came to a pause just as a small thud was heard.
Off in the distance the sound of children playing could still be heard, but slowly even that faded as the picture grew a bit more clear. The metallic object that had been drug through the dirt turned out to be a shovel. The soft sound of a thud turned out to be the shovel shoved into the ground. Whoever held the shovel pulled out a good amount of dirt and tossed it aside before moving to shoving the shovel back into the soft ground. As the cameras continued to clear so one could view the footage coming through it could be seen that is was a dark, moonless night.
The few stars which twinkled high in the dark sky were muted due to the unseen rolling cloud cover casting the sight which being dug at to having little to no light at all. After several long, silent moments of only the sound of the shovel being stuffed into the ground and the ensuing sound of the dirt being tossed aside; the figure finally seemed to need to take a break. Leaning over the figure fiddled in his pockets for a moment and than suddenly there was a blinding light shining to casting a glow upon the ground revealing a pair of dirty, mud covered boots. As the figure turned about with the dim light would catch the figure wearing a long black trench coat, the hem of the trench covered in dried mud.
With some light, the operator of the poor camera lifted it upwards as the figure set the little lamp to hanging off of a tree branch and swayed as a breeze kicked up. The figure's face being caught in a grainy sharp contrast to the setting of being a pale person with a tattered, dirty shirt underneath the trench coat. Long greasy, matted black hair feel upon his shoulders to veiling his face until he turned. Those tribal pattern scars upon his face was enough to know who the man was, but if people hadn't figured it out yet than they soon found out as a dirty hand rose to pushing the hair from his face to revealing a pair of beady, black eyes filled with no remorse or emotion. One hand clenched the shovel tightly even as he looked into the camera.
“Oh Jeffrey.... you should of joined the Dark Carnival when you had the chance, but you just had to go the hard way. See what happened too? Kari ended up being the one to take your place, but you just had to ruin the fun.”
[/Color]Off in the distance the sound of children playing could still be heard, but slowly even that faded as the picture grew a bit more clear. The metallic object that had been drug through the dirt turned out to be a shovel. The soft sound of a thud turned out to be the shovel shoved into the ground. Whoever held the shovel pulled out a good amount of dirt and tossed it aside before moving to shoving the shovel back into the soft ground. As the cameras continued to clear so one could view the footage coming through it could be seen that is was a dark, moonless night.
The few stars which twinkled high in the dark sky were muted due to the unseen rolling cloud cover casting the sight which being dug at to having little to no light at all. After several long, silent moments of only the sound of the shovel being stuffed into the ground and the ensuing sound of the dirt being tossed aside; the figure finally seemed to need to take a break. Leaning over the figure fiddled in his pockets for a moment and than suddenly there was a blinding light shining to casting a glow upon the ground revealing a pair of dirty, mud covered boots. As the figure turned about with the dim light would catch the figure wearing a long black trench coat, the hem of the trench covered in dried mud.
With some light, the operator of the poor camera lifted it upwards as the figure set the little lamp to hanging off of a tree branch and swayed as a breeze kicked up. The figure's face being caught in a grainy sharp contrast to the setting of being a pale person with a tattered, dirty shirt underneath the trench coat. Long greasy, matted black hair feel upon his shoulders to veiling his face until he turned. Those tribal pattern scars upon his face was enough to know who the man was, but if people hadn't figured it out yet than they soon found out as a dirty hand rose to pushing the hair from his face to revealing a pair of beady, black eyes filled with no remorse or emotion. One hand clenched the shovel tightly even as he looked into the camera.
“Oh Jeffrey.... you should of joined the Dark Carnival when you had the chance, but you just had to go the hard way. See what happened too? Kari ended up being the one to take your place, but you just had to ruin the fun.”
At the mentioning of fun, Bane turned away from the camera to look where he had been digging in which he would push the shovel in. His boot coming to rest upon the shovel and push it further into the dirt before lifting the shovel to tossing dirt off to the side. The camera panned out to revealing an old grave with the headstone chipped and quite weather worn.
“Mad are you, Jeffrey? But your not mad at me. Oh no, your mad at Kari and security along with everyone else because they couldn't keep me out. Mad at them because they couldn't protect Kari, but that's your job and you failed.... yes failed protecting her. Now when you look at her, touch her, kiss her you wonder what I did to her because she cringes from your touches...”[/Color]
Bane without taking his unfeeling eyes off the grave would hit the shovel into the ground once more and when he went to pushing the shovel into the ground further, there was a thunk of the shovel meeting something solid wood.
“...oh yes! She was on the path to a better life with someone who could protect her, but you Jeffrey for as great as you proclaim were not all that great. The Future? I think not when you can even defeat Nathan without assistance. If it wasn't for me than you would of never unlocked that savage nature which everyone has in them.”[/Color]
The shovel was pulled from the grave with some dirt that was cast aside before Bane hopped into the grave himself. Barely enough room for him to stand beside the solid wooden object as he dusted the top off to revealing it as none other than a casket. Slowly he wrenched the lid of the casket open with the lid blocking the view, but whoever was operating the camera slowly moved around; edging warily as if something or someone might jump out at any second.
“Yes... mmmm... yesss! Such a beautiful sight!”[/Color]
What was said wasn't as bad as it had come out, but perhaps Bane just didn't care that it sounded as if he was doing something to whatever he was looking at. Yet everyone would find out as the camera peeked around the casket to looking down and with the dim lighting of the lamp; it would reveal what could only be explained as a preserved Kari, but was indeed just a mannequin. Make up and all adorning her even as the dirty fingers of Bane ran through those locks of her hair in a rather loving manner.
“Such a shame that you never joined the Dark carnival, Kari. You would have had fun with the relentless savage nature unlocked that you are, but soon very soon you will be able to walk the path to Shangri-La. Just after I dispose of Jeffrey and send him into an unmarked grave that is the forgotten files of ACW.”[/Color]
Suddenly Bane remembered the camera was on and his head snapped up towards the camera just as his hand grasped the lid of the casket to slamming it shut. Those void of emotion hues glaring towards the camera to sending the operator to staggering backwards a couple steps unsure what the unbalanced Bane might do.
“Oh Jeffrey, I haven't forgotten about what you did at Shockwave, but I want to thank you. I never had so much fun as when you tossed me from the top box into the steel chairs below. Pain is the best aphrodisiac, but you wouldn't know that because you shy away from pain and rather avoid it. Yet this week at Hallow-Havok there is no avoiding the pain that I will inflict on you for denying joining the Dark Carnival or meddling in Kari's wish to joining me!”[/Color]
At the thoughts flowing through the demented head of Bane would cause a rather raspy, twisted laugh. A hand rising to caressing the tribal scars upon his face, now covering his entire face.
“Watch all the video tapes on Brian Aguirre that you like, but it won't do you any good this week. For you see I'm not Brian Aguirre because he no longer exists. He's no longer in control and you can thank Kaylyn for that, Jeffrey. I am the Bane of your existence. I am the Bane of your worse nightmares and at Hallow-Havok I shall show you the Horror Show first hand! You want to watch footage of me to try and learn about me? You only have one piece of footage that relates to Bane... to me! That footage is not Brian Aguirre taking out Bubba, Nathan's little friend or mentor or whatever he is, but it is ME! Brian tried taking the credit for something that wasn't his doing, but it is MY doing!
Brian begged me and said he'd do anything for my help so he can make a mark, but in the end I had to come out and play. I had to look at all the cracks... all the openings.. and you were just my way in Jeffrey, but I saw something. I saw you had potential to aide the Dark carnival so I sent you a little message. Unfortunately you declined and now look where we are at, you dressed up Robert Jones as you, but I'm glad you did because he was fun to toy with for a few moments.”[/Color]
With the word 'play' being spoken is when there was a flux in his features to causing the corners of scarred lips to turning upwards. This smallest of motions upon his features turning his scarred facade into a rather twisted, stomach sickening show of a smile much like when Wendy Adams smiled and scared all the little kiddies in the movie.
“But there will be no running come Sunday, Jeffrey. I've tasted your blood and soon I will be feasting upon your flesh while Kari watched in horror. If I can't have her than she can't have you! Everyone thinks what I did to Robert was bad or what 'Vlad' did to Evan was bad, but that is nothing compared to what I shall do to you at Hallow-Havok, Jeffrey...”
Bane slowly moved to pulling himself from the grave enough to sitting upon the edge as he gazed down towards the coffin in a rather creepy manner.
“What I will do to you on Sunday is going to be so bad that the children will be ushered out of the arena by parents... the show will go off the air because the acts are so barbaric and twisted that none will be able to stomach it. Robert Jones will be left crying at the sight of his favorite boy being drug about the ring while the referee looks on in horror. Yes... yess! It has been foretold that even Kari will look on at first in horror, but she will see the light and cry in joy that she been released. Than we will bury you together before ripping each others clothes off that you are gone and dance naked under the moon.”
Bane shifted his soulless gaze from the coffin back towards the camera as that stomach wrenching smile remained upon his heavily scarred features.
“No one can take away what you've done so far, Jeffrey. You defeated a former World Heavyweight Champion. You've defeated Nathan von Liebert who in turn has defeated a former Specialist Champion that happened to also be a former United States Champion. Oh no... no... when we clash it will not be easy, but those are the funnest fights when your prey struggles to fight an inevitable loss, but unlike other matches; this one is going to be different...”
Bane took a moment to pull himself from the grave in which he had been sitting to pulling out a gas can in which he began emptying the gas from it over the coffin.
“...different this will be because if you want to rob me of Kari than maybe I'll do more than just make her watch you suffer at my hands. I'll take her and show her what a real man is like. You see red when you think of me now, but soon you shall see NOTHING! At the Horror Show you just like Kari will both be seeing nothing, but only one of you can rise from the grave and dance naked under the moon with me.”
The empty gas can which Bane held would be tossed upon the top of the wooden coffin as he stared down towards the sight, that stomach turning smile growing wider as he pulled a dirty Zippo from his pocket. The lid popped open as he looked up towards the camera with the greasy, matted hair of his falling partially over his face.
“Oh yes, Kari that is your future and we both know it is where you belong. Running with me upon the path to Shangri-La as a piece of the Dark Carnival. I may never of held titles or fought for them, but Jeffrey hasn't had such great luck at a match when it counts for something. Xavier Laroux defeated him twice and now he fights for everything that he holds dear. This won't end well for you, Jeffrey. I know you'll show and fight because you can't let your fans down, but think of your health for once...”
The Zippo issued forth a Click as a flame wavered in the light breeze before being tossed down upon the coffin which went up into a ball of flames, hiding Bane from sight entirely. His raspy, dark, twisted laughter filling the night air around them just as the cloud cover rolled unblocking the twinkling stars far above.
“Jeffrey... soon you shall feel the pain that I inflict upon you with happiness, but it will not be an enjoyable event when you hear the sounds of this Dark carnival arriving at Hallow-Havok. Count the days because after wards nothing will ever be the same once you have witnessed the Dark Carnival first hand!”
As the flames began to die down is when the camera's view began to burn away.
“Welcome to the Horror Show.”
Darkness.[/Center][/Font]
