Post by Bane on Oct 27, 2011 21:26:03 GMT -5
Darkness greets the home viewers coupled with a skin crawling, blood curdling, goose bump raising female scream much like one you might hear from time to time coming from Mitchell Summerville. Soon after wards the sounds of an intense argument could be heard filtering through the darkness with the sound of a dull thud of knuckles meeting flesh followed seconds after wards by the thud of someone falling against a wall. The sound of the ensuing fight continued to growing more intense as the seconds ticked by ever so slowly; the sound of a woman crying when the unmistakable sound of a pump action shotgun is heard. A shot could be heard ringing off just as some music began to slowly play faintly in the background with the grainy picture finally coming through.
We bring you today to the sight of a grainy black and white viewing of the inside of a what appears to be a living room. The window upon the west wall is crudely boarded up, the television with poor reception flickering between a picture and snow. Cheap bear cans are strewn all over the place amongst other trash such as a McDonald's bag and against the south wall beside the couch in a slump against the wall was a teen age boy looking to be no older than sixteen years old. He had medium length black hair, black eyes wearing a pair of worn out sneakers with the sole partially coming from the shoe itself. Upon his lower body was a pair of baggy jeans and resting within his right hand is a serrated butcher's knife. Upon the boy's torso was none other than a torn and tattered black tee shirt with his lower lip bleeding; as well as that gaping chest wound from the shot heard fired off earlier. A drunk man could be seen wielding the shotgun over a woman curled up in the center of the living room with arms trying to cover herself up from boots. The music began growing louder for one to recognize it as Korn's own Alone I Break.
"Pick me up
been bleeding too long
Right here, right now
I'll stop it some how"
The camera wavers for a moment watching the man and woman before panning back around to the sight of tribal scarring suddenly bleeding forth from the young boy's face. The emotion of hatred being replaced within those beady black eyes with an emptiness so cold and calculating it would make many people shudder at the thought of those eyes being directed upon them or even like looking into the eyes of the living dead. The young boy who could safely be assumed to being Bane lifted his empty hand to touching the shotgun wound upon his chest and even pulling some flesh away. Those eyes staring down watching himself picking at the rather fresh wound for several moments before his soulless eyes flickered upwards towards the drunken shotgun wielding man.
"I will make it go away
can't be here no more
Seems this is the only way
I will soon be gone
these feelings will be gone
these feelings will be gone"
The younger version of Bane slowly lifted himself up to his feet while clutching a hold of the serrated butcher knife; the weapon catching sight of the light peeking in through the crudely boarded up to sending the light off the edge of the blade alerting the adults. The man turning about and tripping his own feet in his drunken stupor with wide eyes as the shotgun accidentally goes off cutting off the female's scream. The man's slurred words that came out in a pleading unable to be caught by the camera as the knife came down when suddenly the scene cuts to darkness and just the sound of Korn continuing to play.
"Now I see the times they change
leaving doesn't seems so strange
I am hoping I can find
where to leave my hurt behind
All this shit I seem to take
all alone I seem to break
I have lived the best I can
Does this make me not a man?"
The scene reopens this time to the view inside a padded room that looks to be no bigger than six feet by four feet. The lone source of light being that window within the doorway which happens to have a crisscrossing pattern to distorting the already grainy images flowing through feed. Within the room huddled in the corner with fingers clutching the sides of his head was none other than the younger version of Bane; slowly rocking back and forth wearing a pair of jail house type slippers and a paper gown. A plastic food tray could be seen sitting in the cell untouched as it quickly grew obviously that the younger Bane had found himself within Suicide Watch for whatever reason. A few guards could just be faintly heard in the background, but what they were saying not able to be picked up.
“Shut me off
I am ready,
Heart stops
I stand alone
Can't be on my own
I will make it go away
can't be here no more
Seems this is the only way
I will soon be gone
these feelings will be gone
these feelings will be gone”
Those beady, soulless black eyes lifted towards the camera while clutching his matted hair to gazing into the camera for several long seconds before fading away momentarily to darkness. Suddenly images began flowing in a free fall as if someone had lost or is losing their mind to putting the last months of events together in a matter of seconds where it concerned Bane. As the image of Jeff Purse throwing Bane from the top box comes into view the footage suddenly flows to slow motion as if the person had regained their grip upon reality with the sound of Alone I Break fading into background music.
“Enjoy a preview of my life, Jeffrey? Is that why you have been unusually quiet because you can't seem to grasp anything to find on me? Or is it that rage that is driving you to being unable to speak towards me?”
Bane's rather raspy voice as if he had yelled him hoarse at a football game had come to being heard just faintly over the music playing in the background. Even as he spoke the view of watching Bane not only plummet towards the steel chairs and concrete below before hitting into the chairs. Those chairs not only moving, but bending as his flesh met the unforgiving coldness. It was at that moment just a split second before hitting the concrete in which the smile of enjoyment at the pain inflicted upon him came into view. A trickle of blood flowing from the back of his head when the wound that appeared to be a shotgun came forth to soaking his shirt.
“Or is it you realize you have no chance of winning this week and rather just wait to walk like a cow to the last of its days? You see Jeffrey... or do you not see yet? No no... I don't think you understand enough to be able to see that Hallow-Havok will be the night your Horrors are unmasked at the Horrow Show. You can train all like you like as if your facing A.C. Smith or Nathan von Leibert or Xavier Laroux, but you fail to understand that I'm not them...”
The view of Bane lying amongst a wreckage of steel chairs and upon the concrete would slowly flex his fingers before he rose with an audible gasp heard, unassumingly as if from the crowd that Bane was even able to rise to his feet unassisted. Blood was flowing freely from the back of his head and as if he had just received a shotgun wound; from that as well with the view of him becoming the living dead given off freely.
“...no no no, I'm not them at all. I'm far from them and much worse than they are because they only seek the win, but the win means little to me, Jeffrey. No I'm not here to pick up a win or a championship, but instead to wallow in others misery and pain. Oh yess... yess to bath in the horrors that I inflict upon them and if I happen to pick up the victory or a belt upon the path to tormenting you all than will just be the icing on a great time.”
Bane lifted a hand to running through his blood soaked, greasy, matted hair to pulling a maggot from the back of his head and bringing it around. He gazed upon it for a moment before stuffing it into his mouth, munching away upon it. He rather savored his impromptu meal with void of emotion hues were brought back up towards the camera.
“You see those who wish not to ally themselves with the Dark Carnival much like yourself, Jeffrey are like that maggot. Just a piece of food for myself to slowly chew upon and torture until I grow tired of playing with my food. Much like this weekend at Hallow-Havok when I arrive to toy with you.. make you bleed... make Kari suffer watching you be disemboweled before everyone watching.”
Bane even while had had spoke began walking down the concrete steps when the image subtlety shifted from the view of the arena after Bane had been tossed from the top box to the empty arena that was none other than the site of Hallow-Havok, the Mississippi Coliseum. The feed coming through from grainy and distorted to being crystal clear much to the relief of many viewing at home would also notice the shift in the appearance of Bane himself.
We were back to the present day in which the bloody wounds were gone and he was still wearing those black boots with a pair of jean shorts. Upon his torso of course was still the torn and tattered ACW tee shirt, but it still didn't matter much for perhaps the blood actually somehow made him look better than he usually appears such as now. Black eyes devoid of emotion looked away from the camera down towards the ring that was constructed for use of the upcoming show. Bane even with that funeral walk of his came upon the guardrail to hopping over, and moved to the side of the ring. It was here that he would lift the apron up so he could pull out a length of chain prior to sliding into the ring and rising to his feet. Slowly he turned to facing the camera as he begun wrapping the chain about his fist.
“You see Jeffrey my problem with you is that time when you so rudely didn't join me in the Dark Carnival and took Kari from me. Yes yes that's it! Do you understand yet? No? You can't understand because your blinded by those so called fans who will turn their backs on you, but you had a chance to understand the pleasure that I will have soon in inflicting pain on you... yessss...”
Tenant-less eyes looked away from the camera and down towards his chain wrapped hand which he suddenly brought up to walloping himself in the forehead multiple times until a cut opened up across his hairline. Blood began pouring profusely from the wound almost immediately as the stomach churning, warped smile came across his face with the enjoyment of making himself see his own blood.
“...Yes see what you are facing? Nathan von Leibert is held back just like Vlad from enjoying the true aphrodisiac of inflicting pain on ones self. I'm a whole new breed that you nor anyone else has ever witnessed be that I enjoy inflicting pain on myself while doing it to my own opponent. If that means throwing myself into a ball of razor wire while holding you so you can scream out in pain than I will gladly do it. Than after you start crawling out of it, I'll wrap myself up within it before throwing myself back into just to feel the wire cutting away at my flesh.”
The bloody chain from Bane's hand was released to hitting upon the canvas mutely as he lifted his free hand up to smearing the blood pouring from the wound across his face as if he was caressing a woman in which he had just finished making love to.
“How do you beat someone like me, Jeffrey? What are you going to be able to do that can keep me down long enough to get me pinned for the three count or make me tap out? Oh don't worry if Kari is ringside after I'm done with you than I'll happily have her join your bloodied corpse in the ring and leaving you both bloodied. Maybe even handcuff you to the ring ropes and wake you up just so you can watch me ravage her before millions of people.”
That twisted, stomach churning smile of his was contorted into a snarl of pleasure at the thoughts running through his deranged mind. One could just almost see the flickers of things rushing through his eyes of picturing Jeff Purse struggling against being handcuffed to the bottom rope while he ravished Kari and assaulted her before millions of viewers.
“Oh yes for you see, Jeffrey there are no bounds to the torment and suffering that I will unleash upon you while you are visiting the Horror Show that is the Dark Carnival. You can punch and kick all you want or if you want to try to fly than you can do that too, but at the end of this night the highlight reel will be shut down much to the displeasure of thousands. I'll slam your knee into the ring posts, wrap your legs into a figure four around the ring posts just so I can listen to you scream in pain that I inflict upon your body and heart.”
Bane shifted his weight as he spoke while walking to rolling out of the ring. His bloody hand rising to slowly stroke the ring post with a rather tender, loving touch.
“As Kari screams in denial at me ripping you limp from limp and you lie in a bloody heap in the ring or outside the ring than I will walk over to forcing her to come over and look upon the artistic work which I have done to your body. For her to see what you and her have caused and reap the rewards, Jeffrey. Because this is the Horror Show and the only rule there is, is that there are no rules as long as your having fun. Yet you won't be able to handle this show because as I have said you don't understand what your facing.”
Bane turned away from the ring post to crawling back into the ring where eh sat in the corner, his legs crossed indian style beneath him as he begun rocking back and forth. Ruby painted hands rising to running through his hair up to the sides of his head which he grasped. The steady drip of the crimson vitae dripping down upon the mat while he rocked himself back and forth.
“I'll see you soon, Jeffrey at the...”
Bane lifted his head as he continued rocking back and forth for those beady, barren eyes to looking into the camera; the scene slowly fading away as he spoke his next words.
“...Horror Show.”
Darkness.
We bring you today to the sight of a grainy black and white viewing of the inside of a what appears to be a living room. The window upon the west wall is crudely boarded up, the television with poor reception flickering between a picture and snow. Cheap bear cans are strewn all over the place amongst other trash such as a McDonald's bag and against the south wall beside the couch in a slump against the wall was a teen age boy looking to be no older than sixteen years old. He had medium length black hair, black eyes wearing a pair of worn out sneakers with the sole partially coming from the shoe itself. Upon his lower body was a pair of baggy jeans and resting within his right hand is a serrated butcher's knife. Upon the boy's torso was none other than a torn and tattered black tee shirt with his lower lip bleeding; as well as that gaping chest wound from the shot heard fired off earlier. A drunk man could be seen wielding the shotgun over a woman curled up in the center of the living room with arms trying to cover herself up from boots. The music began growing louder for one to recognize it as Korn's own Alone I Break.
"Pick me up
been bleeding too long
Right here, right now
I'll stop it some how"
The camera wavers for a moment watching the man and woman before panning back around to the sight of tribal scarring suddenly bleeding forth from the young boy's face. The emotion of hatred being replaced within those beady black eyes with an emptiness so cold and calculating it would make many people shudder at the thought of those eyes being directed upon them or even like looking into the eyes of the living dead. The young boy who could safely be assumed to being Bane lifted his empty hand to touching the shotgun wound upon his chest and even pulling some flesh away. Those eyes staring down watching himself picking at the rather fresh wound for several moments before his soulless eyes flickered upwards towards the drunken shotgun wielding man.
"I will make it go away
can't be here no more
Seems this is the only way
I will soon be gone
these feelings will be gone
these feelings will be gone"
The younger version of Bane slowly lifted himself up to his feet while clutching a hold of the serrated butcher knife; the weapon catching sight of the light peeking in through the crudely boarded up to sending the light off the edge of the blade alerting the adults. The man turning about and tripping his own feet in his drunken stupor with wide eyes as the shotgun accidentally goes off cutting off the female's scream. The man's slurred words that came out in a pleading unable to be caught by the camera as the knife came down when suddenly the scene cuts to darkness and just the sound of Korn continuing to play.
"Now I see the times they change
leaving doesn't seems so strange
I am hoping I can find
where to leave my hurt behind
All this shit I seem to take
all alone I seem to break
I have lived the best I can
Does this make me not a man?"
The scene reopens this time to the view inside a padded room that looks to be no bigger than six feet by four feet. The lone source of light being that window within the doorway which happens to have a crisscrossing pattern to distorting the already grainy images flowing through feed. Within the room huddled in the corner with fingers clutching the sides of his head was none other than the younger version of Bane; slowly rocking back and forth wearing a pair of jail house type slippers and a paper gown. A plastic food tray could be seen sitting in the cell untouched as it quickly grew obviously that the younger Bane had found himself within Suicide Watch for whatever reason. A few guards could just be faintly heard in the background, but what they were saying not able to be picked up.
“Shut me off
I am ready,
Heart stops
I stand alone
Can't be on my own
I will make it go away
can't be here no more
Seems this is the only way
I will soon be gone
these feelings will be gone
these feelings will be gone”
Those beady, soulless black eyes lifted towards the camera while clutching his matted hair to gazing into the camera for several long seconds before fading away momentarily to darkness. Suddenly images began flowing in a free fall as if someone had lost or is losing their mind to putting the last months of events together in a matter of seconds where it concerned Bane. As the image of Jeff Purse throwing Bane from the top box comes into view the footage suddenly flows to slow motion as if the person had regained their grip upon reality with the sound of Alone I Break fading into background music.
“Enjoy a preview of my life, Jeffrey? Is that why you have been unusually quiet because you can't seem to grasp anything to find on me? Or is it that rage that is driving you to being unable to speak towards me?”
Bane's rather raspy voice as if he had yelled him hoarse at a football game had come to being heard just faintly over the music playing in the background. Even as he spoke the view of watching Bane not only plummet towards the steel chairs and concrete below before hitting into the chairs. Those chairs not only moving, but bending as his flesh met the unforgiving coldness. It was at that moment just a split second before hitting the concrete in which the smile of enjoyment at the pain inflicted upon him came into view. A trickle of blood flowing from the back of his head when the wound that appeared to be a shotgun came forth to soaking his shirt.
“Or is it you realize you have no chance of winning this week and rather just wait to walk like a cow to the last of its days? You see Jeffrey... or do you not see yet? No no... I don't think you understand enough to be able to see that Hallow-Havok will be the night your Horrors are unmasked at the Horrow Show. You can train all like you like as if your facing A.C. Smith or Nathan von Leibert or Xavier Laroux, but you fail to understand that I'm not them...”
The view of Bane lying amongst a wreckage of steel chairs and upon the concrete would slowly flex his fingers before he rose with an audible gasp heard, unassumingly as if from the crowd that Bane was even able to rise to his feet unassisted. Blood was flowing freely from the back of his head and as if he had just received a shotgun wound; from that as well with the view of him becoming the living dead given off freely.
“...no no no, I'm not them at all. I'm far from them and much worse than they are because they only seek the win, but the win means little to me, Jeffrey. No I'm not here to pick up a win or a championship, but instead to wallow in others misery and pain. Oh yess... yess to bath in the horrors that I inflict upon them and if I happen to pick up the victory or a belt upon the path to tormenting you all than will just be the icing on a great time.”
Bane lifted a hand to running through his blood soaked, greasy, matted hair to pulling a maggot from the back of his head and bringing it around. He gazed upon it for a moment before stuffing it into his mouth, munching away upon it. He rather savored his impromptu meal with void of emotion hues were brought back up towards the camera.
“You see those who wish not to ally themselves with the Dark Carnival much like yourself, Jeffrey are like that maggot. Just a piece of food for myself to slowly chew upon and torture until I grow tired of playing with my food. Much like this weekend at Hallow-Havok when I arrive to toy with you.. make you bleed... make Kari suffer watching you be disemboweled before everyone watching.”
Bane even while had had spoke began walking down the concrete steps when the image subtlety shifted from the view of the arena after Bane had been tossed from the top box to the empty arena that was none other than the site of Hallow-Havok, the Mississippi Coliseum. The feed coming through from grainy and distorted to being crystal clear much to the relief of many viewing at home would also notice the shift in the appearance of Bane himself.
We were back to the present day in which the bloody wounds were gone and he was still wearing those black boots with a pair of jean shorts. Upon his torso of course was still the torn and tattered ACW tee shirt, but it still didn't matter much for perhaps the blood actually somehow made him look better than he usually appears such as now. Black eyes devoid of emotion looked away from the camera down towards the ring that was constructed for use of the upcoming show. Bane even with that funeral walk of his came upon the guardrail to hopping over, and moved to the side of the ring. It was here that he would lift the apron up so he could pull out a length of chain prior to sliding into the ring and rising to his feet. Slowly he turned to facing the camera as he begun wrapping the chain about his fist.
“You see Jeffrey my problem with you is that time when you so rudely didn't join me in the Dark Carnival and took Kari from me. Yes yes that's it! Do you understand yet? No? You can't understand because your blinded by those so called fans who will turn their backs on you, but you had a chance to understand the pleasure that I will have soon in inflicting pain on you... yessss...”
Tenant-less eyes looked away from the camera and down towards his chain wrapped hand which he suddenly brought up to walloping himself in the forehead multiple times until a cut opened up across his hairline. Blood began pouring profusely from the wound almost immediately as the stomach churning, warped smile came across his face with the enjoyment of making himself see his own blood.
“...Yes see what you are facing? Nathan von Leibert is held back just like Vlad from enjoying the true aphrodisiac of inflicting pain on ones self. I'm a whole new breed that you nor anyone else has ever witnessed be that I enjoy inflicting pain on myself while doing it to my own opponent. If that means throwing myself into a ball of razor wire while holding you so you can scream out in pain than I will gladly do it. Than after you start crawling out of it, I'll wrap myself up within it before throwing myself back into just to feel the wire cutting away at my flesh.”
The bloody chain from Bane's hand was released to hitting upon the canvas mutely as he lifted his free hand up to smearing the blood pouring from the wound across his face as if he was caressing a woman in which he had just finished making love to.
“How do you beat someone like me, Jeffrey? What are you going to be able to do that can keep me down long enough to get me pinned for the three count or make me tap out? Oh don't worry if Kari is ringside after I'm done with you than I'll happily have her join your bloodied corpse in the ring and leaving you both bloodied. Maybe even handcuff you to the ring ropes and wake you up just so you can watch me ravage her before millions of people.”
That twisted, stomach churning smile of his was contorted into a snarl of pleasure at the thoughts running through his deranged mind. One could just almost see the flickers of things rushing through his eyes of picturing Jeff Purse struggling against being handcuffed to the bottom rope while he ravished Kari and assaulted her before millions of viewers.
“Oh yes for you see, Jeffrey there are no bounds to the torment and suffering that I will unleash upon you while you are visiting the Horror Show that is the Dark Carnival. You can punch and kick all you want or if you want to try to fly than you can do that too, but at the end of this night the highlight reel will be shut down much to the displeasure of thousands. I'll slam your knee into the ring posts, wrap your legs into a figure four around the ring posts just so I can listen to you scream in pain that I inflict upon your body and heart.”
Bane shifted his weight as he spoke while walking to rolling out of the ring. His bloody hand rising to slowly stroke the ring post with a rather tender, loving touch.
“As Kari screams in denial at me ripping you limp from limp and you lie in a bloody heap in the ring or outside the ring than I will walk over to forcing her to come over and look upon the artistic work which I have done to your body. For her to see what you and her have caused and reap the rewards, Jeffrey. Because this is the Horror Show and the only rule there is, is that there are no rules as long as your having fun. Yet you won't be able to handle this show because as I have said you don't understand what your facing.”
Bane turned away from the ring post to crawling back into the ring where eh sat in the corner, his legs crossed indian style beneath him as he begun rocking back and forth. Ruby painted hands rising to running through his hair up to the sides of his head which he grasped. The steady drip of the crimson vitae dripping down upon the mat while he rocked himself back and forth.
“I'll see you soon, Jeffrey at the...”
Bane lifted his head as he continued rocking back and forth for those beady, barren eyes to looking into the camera; the scene slowly fading away as he spoke his next words.
“...Horror Show.”
Darkness.