Post by Bane on Oct 29, 2011 12:53:17 GMT -5
The distinction between the past, present and future is only a stubbornly persistent illusion. – Albert Einstein
[/i]The scene opens to this very quote scrolling across the screen slowly with the image of Jeff Purse in midair, a halo wrapped about his head with him presumably going for the Deflater upon a poor unsuspecting soul lying upon the canvas. Suddenly the image comes to a pause as the face of Bane arises with soulless, beady black eyes staring towards the frozen Jeff Purse from under a veil of greasy, matted black hair. The tribal scarring etched upon his facial features clearly in sharp contrast to the pale flesh and dark curtain that was his hair.
“Jeffrey… Jeffrey… the future can be changed with the smallest of actions while your existence is etched forever into concrete…”
Slowly the face of Bane becomes clearer just as the victim below lifts his knees up allowing Purse to come crashing across the man’s knees as his future of sealing the victory away was dashed in that small movement. The images now being clear coming from previous matches while the identity of the one who used his knees to change the momentum of the match, remained a mystery.
“…You tell me that you won’t back down, but your existence has been always of backing down, Jeffrey. You backed down from Xavier Laroux when he so kindly gave you a second shot at his Championship. You backed down from protecting Kari during your match…”
The image once more freezes as Jeffrey lies upon the canvas clutching his stomach in pain before shifting towards the previous week of Jeffrey wrapped up in the ropes. Bane with a hand over Kari Kendell’s mouth while she is handcuffed and pulling her up the ramp while watching Jeff Purse; Kari struggling with fear etched upon her features.
“…and at the Horror Show you shall back down as well. You as the future is a mere illusion you have cast to make yourself sound more impressive, but we know the truth. Oh yesss… you and I both know the truth that your existence has been marked with pain and anguish, but nothing like you face when you step into the Horror Show this Sunday.”
Suddenly the footage cuts playing as the screen returns to nothing, but darkness for a few moments; slowly a spotlight appears to be casting upon a crouched Bane upon a concrete floor. Fore arms resting upon his knees as he is clad within a pair of dirty jean shorts, tattered black ACW tee shirt, and a pair of black boots. His head is downward as he stares down upon the concrete floor for several long moments before lifting his face upwards to gazing towards the camera. Barren black eyes gazing towards the camera with no remorse for his past actions or actions he may be planning in the future.
“The Horror Show, the grandest and most pleasurable experience within the Dark Carnival, Jeffrey. You are right that you have no idea how things are done in the Dark Carnival and that is why you have no idea how to combat someone like me. You have no chance of understanding why I do what I do or what drives me other than my words to you, but even than things remain foggy to the one who supposedly is the Future.”
The spotlight upon Bane shifts slowly as his gaze turns towards the side in which a metal chair could be seen sitting. The spot light moving outward to revealing the room to be nothing more than a cold, hard concrete style cell with no windows of any sort. Wiring ran from the metal chair towards the walls, but instead of shying away from the chair; Bane rose to his feet and began walking towards the metal chair in the almost dead center of the room. The metal chair was off by a couple inches from being in the dead center of the room, perhaps done in knowing Purse has his OCD issues.
“…your existence shall know a never ending pain and torment at the hands of Bane. Kari shall never be the same again and soon if she doesn’t join me in the Dark Carnival shall be like you, Jeffrey. She will find herself nothing more than another twisted husk of her previous self; used for my own personal enjoyment, but this Sunday is about some night of revenge for you.”
Bane finally arrived to the metal chair which upon closer inspection appeared to be wet and dripping water. His hand rising to caressing the metal chair even as eyes devoid of feeling turn towards the camera.
“What will you do when your revenge is sated, Jeffrey? Will it be enough for you? No… no… that is the answer because once you have that taste than you shall crave more; then you will seek out another great mission until you look back upon yourself one day and realize you’ve twisted your purpose for existing. I am that Bane of your existence and you can’t seem to understand this, Jeffrey, but soon you shall see it at Hallow-Havok when you step for a first time into the Horror Show.”
Bane had slowly moved around the steel chair, caressing each little detail of the chair until he came around to standing before it; slowly moving to sitting within the chair and strapping himself into the chair. That creepy, twisted, sadistic smile coming over his features to distorting them into a rather unpleasant, stomach churning view to causing one to experience goose bumps while being nauseous; his next words came out as if speaking not only to a loved one, but dripped with a rather uncaring frame of mind at the same time to sending the image of a stalker to come to one’s mind when they see Bane at the moment.
“You tell me that this is just now personal, but haven’t you been listening, Jeffrey? This has been personal since you declined the invitation… this has been personal since you kept Kari away from me! Yet that will end soon because if I can’t have her than neither can you, Jeffrey. Yet what is this your question the amount of pain I haven’t felt in the same breath of saying this is personal, Jeffrey? Have you not paid attention to me busting myself open with a chain or carving these patterns upon my face? Or perhaps you didn’t notice me enjoying being tossed from the box seat last week and feeling the steel twisting under my weight with the pleasure coursing through my body as my flesh hit the concrete?”
Bane shifted from leaning forward to sitting straight back within the wet metal chair as if it was a throne. His expression slowly smoothing out to returning to the usual zombie appearance while his gaze held something within them. Perhaps some sort of sick and twisted thought coming to fruition.
“As for what you’re new music or ringtone is, Jeffrey… well I can care less what you choose because it won’t change what your existence shall always be or what the future holds for you. Do you think doing any of that will make Kari feel better? I’ll still haunt her dreams… creep along her nightmares… walk the bare halls of her home and she will always see me in her bed every night, Jeffrey. For I am everywhere all the time even within your own home as you have shown us. Kari’s existence has been laid to view and she can’t escape it just like you will be unable to escape your existence.”
Bane slowly shifted within the seat to lean forward so those desolate black eyes of his could stare into the camera and Jeff Purse could see the lack of remorse or care for what he had done to Kari or even to Jeff himself as clearly as seeing the sun on a cloudless day.
“At the Horror Show you will all witness the Bane of Jeffrey’s existence and no matter what you try to do it will forever scar you, Jeffrey. It will forever scar my dear Kari, but she will be fine because she knows for this to end and save you than all she needs to do is join me… but you won’t let her. You’ll pour your empty promises that you will protect her from everything, but you can’t protect her when she closes her eyes and I swim into her view. When you attempt to caress her cheek and she swats you away because she can only picture me doing it to her. I have in a single night taken part of what you hold dear to you, Jeffrey and soon in another single night will break you.”
Bane leans back to sitting straight back within the metal chair as the lights begin to fade back towards darkness.
“At the Horror Show you will not only fail in your quest for revenge because righteous revenge can only get you so far before the sinister, devious and unfeeling actions of me will overwhelm you. I welcome you to break my arms, shatter my legs because I will enjoy the pain while you stand staring down upon me breathing heavily for your task is when you shall realize that no action you do will ever be enough to right the wrong of you unable to protect Kari on that fateful night when I took her from you and she loved it when she felt me touch her.”
The lighting within the cold, concrete room suddenly cut out leaving the entire screen in utter darkness with the only sound of Bane’s slow, shallow breathing to be heard accompanied by his raspy voice.
“You care neither what Kaylyn did to Brian nor what my past is, but then how is it you will ever hope to understand a shred of me, Jeffrey? Fact is that you can watch one show all you want, but in the end that isn’t being prepared for me, Jeffrey. If nothing else that shall be your downfall comes the time when you step into the Horror Show with yours truly. Your past defines who you will become, Jeffrey. Without this knowledge you shall fail to ever claim that righteous revenge and I will always remain haunting Kari and yourself, Jeffrey.”
As Bane finished speaking the sound of a rusty lever being pulled down is heard soon followed by the sight of electrical current arcing along the wet wiring, racing towards the metal chair. In a blink of an eye there was laughter from Bane as he was being given a home style shock treatment, the sounds of enjoyment and pleasure coming from Bane with his outline being shown from the electrical current arcing about him. A mysterious voice rings from the background speaking towards Jeffrey even as the sight of a man being given a shock treatment fades. This voice was the complete opposite as if from a therapist attempting to help his patient.
“The Horror Show will claim all you hold dear and precious, Jeff Purse.”
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