Post by Bubba Anthony on Aug 4, 2011 11:30:44 GMT -5
Moving up onto the top rope, Travis holds the belt up high with both hands before draping it over his shoulder, cracking his sadistic smile as he glares out at the crowd. On the stage, Plague and Aubrey Parker, the latter with her newly-won World Women's Championship, stand and applaud the new champion as he savors this moment over two years in the making.::
MS: “What do you say now, Robbie?!”
RJ: “I have to give credit where it's due! Travis shocked the world tonight and he earned the title! But believe that Smith and Hyena will be looking for a chance to dethrone him!”
MS: “Let them! The Plague is spreading and no one can stop these five now!”
Unknown Location
August 2, 2011
After the clip of Revolution two days ago, the feed changes to a small hill overlooking a curvy road. Unseen, numerous vechicles drive by, their horns and engines drifting upward to where the camera was located. Whoever was behind the machine was unknown, as well as the purpose of their video feed. Without warning, it pans to the left.
The background changes, with a pine tree hanging over the hill, the branches reaching out over the invisible road. At the top, the trunk appeared thin, but moving down, it grew in size, until it suddenly disappeared behind blackness. If it weren't for the light, the viewers of the video might have missed the large man standing, his back facing the camera, watching the cars drive by. Upon closer inspection, the man is wearing all black leather, from his boots to the collar of his jacket. Sewed onto the back of his jacket was the word Plagued. The man made no move to turn towards the camera, but he did shift his weight on his right foot, and spoke softly, his southern accent barely audible.
"Hit the light."
On cue, a soft, white light appears out of the blume, bathing the figure in light. At first, some might've thought that this was Ernie K. Doubt was most likely raised when the accent was heard, and all belief erased when the camera was filled by brown pig-tails. What malicious member of Plague wear pig-tails? In fact, what grown man would wear pig-tails? Only one, but still, the man didn't turn to prove everyone's thoughts. Instead, he chuckled, his whole body mass shaking with his display of emotion.
"Yes, I kinda understand what you all must be feelin'. Ernie K would never wear his mop in pig-tails. I don't think he would wear lip-stick or a tattoo that says I heart Dick on his forehead either, so I won't even bother showing off that."
The man reaches up to his head, and yanks at the hair, proving that it was in fact a wig, and not the man's actual hair. Holding his right hand out he drops the wig into the road below, before using the back of his hand to wipe at his mouth and forehead, all the while keeping his identity hidden. Although his wide load, southern draw, and the constant insults can only mean one person. But maybe it was the man-hunt by the Southwestern Mental Institute that kept him hidden. Letting a small curse out, he dropped his hand to his side again, sticking it in his pocket.
"Well it seems they weren't kiddin' when they called in permanent marker. Now, it seems my first attempt at impersonating Ernie K was unsuccessful. But I've never let failure stop me. And plus I wanted to show you my other attempts in shining light on the Mercenary of Plague."
Turning to his right, the Ernie K "clone" puts his hand up beside his face, as if to keep the light from the unknown source out of his eyes. The cameraman waits until the man is directly ahead of him, before following from behind. A no-homo moment, but teamed with the likes of Kyle Travis, anything is possible. The road is now on the left, and underbrush to their right, but anything ahead was hidden behind the mass of the leather wearing giant, not appearing until the camera view had already passed it. While walking, the man spoke.
"Now, Ernie makes himself out as a badass biker with a hot girlfriend, and the best bikes around. Now, I'm sorry to disappoint, but on my way here, I saw no cows in the pasture, so the Tess copy won't be anything close. But I made do with what I had. But, I do have a replica of Ernie's favorite chopper in his garage. So this duplicate world of Ernie isn't a total bust. Ah, here we are!"
The man steps aside, letting the light that was on his back the entire stroll to the location, shine on something new. A clearing was ahead, with a red tricycle. But this was no ordinary tricycle. No, there was a basket between the handlebars, so Tess would have a seat during their rides, and a horn that squealed whenever Ernie got tired of riding behind the slow moving turtles. Plus it made for good protection against the grannies driving their cadallics near him. Pimp my ride would have been jealous with this sick-ride.
"Now, I know this looks like a five-star vechicle already, but it is missing the best part. Show 'em how its done, Tess."
Movement is heard to the right, and a second figure steps into the camera view. Panning to the right, the picture cuts out the man who had been in the video the majority, and completely showed off the man dressed up as Tess. Not bothering with a wig, the man's black hair is visible, spiked up in crazy directions. Moving down, the camera picks up a sleeveless vest, with numerous holes in it. Finally, the camera stops on the buttocks, where two holes in the jeans are, white flesh visible to all. In fact, only a thin strip of jean is left, covering the butt crack with an equal sign (=) written across it in black ink. On the left cheek, the name "Tess" is written, and on the opposite cheek, "-ACW Forced Censored-." In total, it says "Tess=-ACW Forced Censored-" Meanwhile, muffled laughter is heard to the left, where the large man was cut from view. He clears his throat, holding back his joy for a moment to speak.
"Come Tess, we know you like to dance. Show them some moves."
The man dressed as Ernie's valet provides the final entertainment with a butt-shake, hiding the words from view, ruffled by the movement of white fat. The black-headed man finishes his little dance by grabbing both cheeks with his hands, the fingernails painted black, before disappearing into the darkess. The camera pans around to find a white sheet hung up between a thin pine tree, and a large oak. "The Cure is coming" is written across it in red, so whoever watching could read it better. The man is turned, standing by the oak, holding a Dr.Pepper can in his hand. Lifting it to his mouth, he took a long sip, before clearing his throat. Instead of his usual joking tone, every word spoken was serious.
"Ernie, I hope you and the rest of Plague see this. I hope you understand what I'm trying to convey. You see, Jay Omega inspired that performance during his feud with Devon Mayhem. Although he spent his time speaking as Devon. I, on the otherhand, just poked at you. I hadn't done that in a long time. Not since my zero and four start in ACW. After that, I was taken under Hiashi's wing, and was successful until Kyle beat me. I haven't had a sip of alcohol since that fateful night over two months ago, and I will still hold true to my vow until I crush Travis under my foot.
But you notice till now, this video was all about you, Ernie. I said nothing about Declan or David, or Aubrey, or the Sheep King until this very moment. Why? Nothing big really. You were just easier to insult."
Bubba just shrugged, tossing the can into the woods. He watched the sheet, as if something special was going to happen by staring at it. In fact, Bubba was drawing his words together. Ever since the attack by Brian, Bubba had had trouble drawing memories together. Like trying to draw a torrent of water out of a syringe. It only came out slowly.
"Today was just to draw your attention Ernie. And the rest of Plague if they bother to watch this. I will come out and say David will be under my microscope next. You two fell to the bullshit propoganda that Kyle feeds week in and week out. And I don't like it. Do you expect me to watch Plague take over my home.
Two days ago, Mitchell said that Plague will never be stopped, and he is partially correct. Kyle has been around enough to know what anyone and everyone would attempt, including myself. Add that to Shane's injury, the failures of Hyena and A.C. Smith at defeating you two days ago, and now you are on a throne above us all. With the addition of Declan and Aubrey, you vault yourself too high for any sane person from reaching you. So what do I do? I just get insanity on my side."
Bubba looks at the sheet one more time before stepping around the oak tree. Glancing at the camera for the first time, he steps behind the curtain. Elsewhekre, manical laughter is heard from the Tess copy.
"Ernie, you and David are the legs that hold Kyle high. Take you out, and Kyle tumbles, only to be caught by Declan. Take Declan out, and it leaves only Kyle. Aubrey is only there for the gold, not for the person holding it. I hope you understand that you are Travis' cannonfodder. You provide Travis a window to escape, leaving only your broken bodies as evidence that you were once 'friends.'
Plague, understand this. The cure is coming, but not in the form of a fat redneck. No, the saying goes fight fire with fire, so I drew from hell the hottest flame possible. I'll stick to the shadows, control the strings, while you are picked out one-by-one. When you see my face, you will know the end is evident. Consider my your salvation, because my puppet doesn't discriminate by gender.
Begin the countdown, ACW, 'cause the cure is comin'."
With that, the camera fades out.
MS: “What do you say now, Robbie?!”
RJ: “I have to give credit where it's due! Travis shocked the world tonight and he earned the title! But believe that Smith and Hyena will be looking for a chance to dethrone him!”
MS: “Let them! The Plague is spreading and no one can stop these five now!”
Unknown Location
August 2, 2011
After the clip of Revolution two days ago, the feed changes to a small hill overlooking a curvy road. Unseen, numerous vechicles drive by, their horns and engines drifting upward to where the camera was located. Whoever was behind the machine was unknown, as well as the purpose of their video feed. Without warning, it pans to the left.
The background changes, with a pine tree hanging over the hill, the branches reaching out over the invisible road. At the top, the trunk appeared thin, but moving down, it grew in size, until it suddenly disappeared behind blackness. If it weren't for the light, the viewers of the video might have missed the large man standing, his back facing the camera, watching the cars drive by. Upon closer inspection, the man is wearing all black leather, from his boots to the collar of his jacket. Sewed onto the back of his jacket was the word Plagued. The man made no move to turn towards the camera, but he did shift his weight on his right foot, and spoke softly, his southern accent barely audible.
"Hit the light."
On cue, a soft, white light appears out of the blume, bathing the figure in light. At first, some might've thought that this was Ernie K. Doubt was most likely raised when the accent was heard, and all belief erased when the camera was filled by brown pig-tails. What malicious member of Plague wear pig-tails? In fact, what grown man would wear pig-tails? Only one, but still, the man didn't turn to prove everyone's thoughts. Instead, he chuckled, his whole body mass shaking with his display of emotion.
"Yes, I kinda understand what you all must be feelin'. Ernie K would never wear his mop in pig-tails. I don't think he would wear lip-stick or a tattoo that says I heart Dick on his forehead either, so I won't even bother showing off that."
The man reaches up to his head, and yanks at the hair, proving that it was in fact a wig, and not the man's actual hair. Holding his right hand out he drops the wig into the road below, before using the back of his hand to wipe at his mouth and forehead, all the while keeping his identity hidden. Although his wide load, southern draw, and the constant insults can only mean one person. But maybe it was the man-hunt by the Southwestern Mental Institute that kept him hidden. Letting a small curse out, he dropped his hand to his side again, sticking it in his pocket.
"Well it seems they weren't kiddin' when they called in permanent marker. Now, it seems my first attempt at impersonating Ernie K was unsuccessful. But I've never let failure stop me. And plus I wanted to show you my other attempts in shining light on the Mercenary of Plague."
Turning to his right, the Ernie K "clone" puts his hand up beside his face, as if to keep the light from the unknown source out of his eyes. The cameraman waits until the man is directly ahead of him, before following from behind. A no-homo moment, but teamed with the likes of Kyle Travis, anything is possible. The road is now on the left, and underbrush to their right, but anything ahead was hidden behind the mass of the leather wearing giant, not appearing until the camera view had already passed it. While walking, the man spoke.
"Now, Ernie makes himself out as a badass biker with a hot girlfriend, and the best bikes around. Now, I'm sorry to disappoint, but on my way here, I saw no cows in the pasture, so the Tess copy won't be anything close. But I made do with what I had. But, I do have a replica of Ernie's favorite chopper in his garage. So this duplicate world of Ernie isn't a total bust. Ah, here we are!"
The man steps aside, letting the light that was on his back the entire stroll to the location, shine on something new. A clearing was ahead, with a red tricycle. But this was no ordinary tricycle. No, there was a basket between the handlebars, so Tess would have a seat during their rides, and a horn that squealed whenever Ernie got tired of riding behind the slow moving turtles. Plus it made for good protection against the grannies driving their cadallics near him. Pimp my ride would have been jealous with this sick-ride.
"Now, I know this looks like a five-star vechicle already, but it is missing the best part. Show 'em how its done, Tess."
Movement is heard to the right, and a second figure steps into the camera view. Panning to the right, the picture cuts out the man who had been in the video the majority, and completely showed off the man dressed up as Tess. Not bothering with a wig, the man's black hair is visible, spiked up in crazy directions. Moving down, the camera picks up a sleeveless vest, with numerous holes in it. Finally, the camera stops on the buttocks, where two holes in the jeans are, white flesh visible to all. In fact, only a thin strip of jean is left, covering the butt crack with an equal sign (=) written across it in black ink. On the left cheek, the name "Tess" is written, and on the opposite cheek, "-ACW Forced Censored-." In total, it says "Tess=-ACW Forced Censored-" Meanwhile, muffled laughter is heard to the left, where the large man was cut from view. He clears his throat, holding back his joy for a moment to speak.
"Come Tess, we know you like to dance. Show them some moves."
The man dressed as Ernie's valet provides the final entertainment with a butt-shake, hiding the words from view, ruffled by the movement of white fat. The black-headed man finishes his little dance by grabbing both cheeks with his hands, the fingernails painted black, before disappearing into the darkess. The camera pans around to find a white sheet hung up between a thin pine tree, and a large oak. "The Cure is coming" is written across it in red, so whoever watching could read it better. The man is turned, standing by the oak, holding a Dr.Pepper can in his hand. Lifting it to his mouth, he took a long sip, before clearing his throat. Instead of his usual joking tone, every word spoken was serious.
"Ernie, I hope you and the rest of Plague see this. I hope you understand what I'm trying to convey. You see, Jay Omega inspired that performance during his feud with Devon Mayhem. Although he spent his time speaking as Devon. I, on the otherhand, just poked at you. I hadn't done that in a long time. Not since my zero and four start in ACW. After that, I was taken under Hiashi's wing, and was successful until Kyle beat me. I haven't had a sip of alcohol since that fateful night over two months ago, and I will still hold true to my vow until I crush Travis under my foot.
But you notice till now, this video was all about you, Ernie. I said nothing about Declan or David, or Aubrey, or the Sheep King until this very moment. Why? Nothing big really. You were just easier to insult."
Bubba just shrugged, tossing the can into the woods. He watched the sheet, as if something special was going to happen by staring at it. In fact, Bubba was drawing his words together. Ever since the attack by Brian, Bubba had had trouble drawing memories together. Like trying to draw a torrent of water out of a syringe. It only came out slowly.
"Today was just to draw your attention Ernie. And the rest of Plague if they bother to watch this. I will come out and say David will be under my microscope next. You two fell to the bullshit propoganda that Kyle feeds week in and week out. And I don't like it. Do you expect me to watch Plague take over my home.
Two days ago, Mitchell said that Plague will never be stopped, and he is partially correct. Kyle has been around enough to know what anyone and everyone would attempt, including myself. Add that to Shane's injury, the failures of Hyena and A.C. Smith at defeating you two days ago, and now you are on a throne above us all. With the addition of Declan and Aubrey, you vault yourself too high for any sane person from reaching you. So what do I do? I just get insanity on my side."
Bubba looks at the sheet one more time before stepping around the oak tree. Glancing at the camera for the first time, he steps behind the curtain. Elsewhekre, manical laughter is heard from the Tess copy.
"Ernie, you and David are the legs that hold Kyle high. Take you out, and Kyle tumbles, only to be caught by Declan. Take Declan out, and it leaves only Kyle. Aubrey is only there for the gold, not for the person holding it. I hope you understand that you are Travis' cannonfodder. You provide Travis a window to escape, leaving only your broken bodies as evidence that you were once 'friends.'
Plague, understand this. The cure is coming, but not in the form of a fat redneck. No, the saying goes fight fire with fire, so I drew from hell the hottest flame possible. I'll stick to the shadows, control the strings, while you are picked out one-by-one. When you see my face, you will know the end is evident. Consider my your salvation, because my puppet doesn't discriminate by gender.
Begin the countdown, ACW, 'cause the cure is comin'."
With that, the camera fades out.