Post by bloodiedfox on Nov 21, 2020 4:29:20 GMT -5
Night. The woods are dark and deep. A voice.
Did you think you were safe?
The camera turns, as though searching for the source. It finds nothing.
We were outwitted; outmaneuvered; usurped. Did you think that was the end?
Another turn. Again, nothing. The voice chuckles.
You have to be taught the harshest lesson of all: it never ends.
The camera spins, almost frantically, returning to its original position. Now we see them. Nephilim stands, breath steaming in the cold night air. Behind and to his left, Necrophage is hunched over... something. A carcass of some kind, perhaps? He brings two hands full of steaming probable offal to his mouth, gnawing on it with feral intensity as his partner speaks.
Our titles are gone, MCCW is gone, but Desolation remains. Desolation endures. Desolation is, was, and forever shall be. Because as long as you people are here to witness, we will be here to force you to face the ugly truth of your own hypocrisy. Any set back will be overcome, and we return stronger. No longer are Necro and I alone in the war of Desolation. With us now stands a man steeped in the cruelty and ignorance of this world. His true name lost to him, he is now called Nemo; No-One, Nothing. And nothing is your destination. Oblivion is our cause, our creed, our crusade...
Our Church.
Nephilim gives the camera a razor blade smile.
Our march into your nightmares has already begun. Nemo is but one step away from the North American Double Crown, and now we will play our part. I-69, you are the luckless fools NPW has chosen to place before us, so it is you who will fall first. You will be the examples held up to the rest of the XHF's tag teams to show just what awaits them. You will be broken and bloodied to stoke their terror and sate our anger. You are the vessels of our redemption. We have fallen, but we rise again. We will never stop, not while anything still stands to oppose us; not until NPW and the entire XHF has been brought down to its ultimate fate...
Desolation.
Nephilim starts to laugh, quietly at first, but building in volume and power. Necrophage lifts his gore streaked face from the carrion, throwing back his head and howling like some crazed wolf. After a few moments, we mercifully cut to black.
Did you think you were safe?
The camera turns, as though searching for the source. It finds nothing.
We were outwitted; outmaneuvered; usurped. Did you think that was the end?
Another turn. Again, nothing. The voice chuckles.
You have to be taught the harshest lesson of all: it never ends.
The camera spins, almost frantically, returning to its original position. Now we see them. Nephilim stands, breath steaming in the cold night air. Behind and to his left, Necrophage is hunched over... something. A carcass of some kind, perhaps? He brings two hands full of steaming probable offal to his mouth, gnawing on it with feral intensity as his partner speaks.
Our titles are gone, MCCW is gone, but Desolation remains. Desolation endures. Desolation is, was, and forever shall be. Because as long as you people are here to witness, we will be here to force you to face the ugly truth of your own hypocrisy. Any set back will be overcome, and we return stronger. No longer are Necro and I alone in the war of Desolation. With us now stands a man steeped in the cruelty and ignorance of this world. His true name lost to him, he is now called Nemo; No-One, Nothing. And nothing is your destination. Oblivion is our cause, our creed, our crusade...
Our Church.
Nephilim gives the camera a razor blade smile.
Our march into your nightmares has already begun. Nemo is but one step away from the North American Double Crown, and now we will play our part. I-69, you are the luckless fools NPW has chosen to place before us, so it is you who will fall first. You will be the examples held up to the rest of the XHF's tag teams to show just what awaits them. You will be broken and bloodied to stoke their terror and sate our anger. You are the vessels of our redemption. We have fallen, but we rise again. We will never stop, not while anything still stands to oppose us; not until NPW and the entire XHF has been brought down to its ultimate fate...
Desolation.
Nephilim starts to laugh, quietly at first, but building in volume and power. Necrophage lifts his gore streaked face from the carrion, throwing back his head and howling like some crazed wolf. After a few moments, we mercifully cut to black.