Post by vastrix on Mar 5, 2023 1:24:05 GMT -5
On the top deck of the black ship, Armand von Krauss paces in front of two crosses. We do not see exactly whom are on the crosses, just a view from the back and that Armand is in front of them and pacing while smoking his Egyptian cigarette.
Armand von Krauss: Now. Donzig has tried to murder my clowns over the past few months. Many times he has tried, only to discover that most of them are immortal. Does it irk your master that my clowns simply will not die when it is so generously requested of them? Hmm? You are allowed to speak.
And now we pan around to see what Armand sees and we see that Mormo and Moloch are stripped down to loincloths and are tied to crosses. Yes, the Oblivion Death Squad is currently being crucified.
Mormo spits on the deck by Armand’s feet and Molock growls.
Moloch: Nuk na merr dot pergjigje o derra!
Armand sneers and puts his cigarette out by Moloch’s belly button, bringing out a yelp of pain from the normally stoic wrestler.
Armand von Krauss: I don’t want answers from you, my dear boy. For now, I will simply take fresh screams.
Armand relights his cigarette and blows smoke into Moloch’s face.
Armand von Krauss: It would be well within my rights to murder you both. Here and now. I can have your throats slit and dump you overboard. At a ten thousand foot fall drop, no one will be able to question it when I say you both jumped. Still, they may have questions.
Armand reaches into a pocket with his free hand and pulls out a pair of pliers. He quickly removes the toenail on the right big toe. Moloch opens his mouth to scream, but to his best effort, no sounds come out of his mouth.
Mormo: Provoje atë gjë për mua. Do t'i thyej këto lidhje dhe do të të vras.
Armand walks over to Mormo and gets close, looking up.
Armand von Krauss: Are you full of courage? You think if I inflict enough pain on you that you’ll have the strength to break your bonds? We can’t have that. Sticky!
The massive clown named Sticky comes up from down below and walks around the crosses to stand eye to eye with Mormo and Moloch.
Sticky the Clown: Yes, boss?
Armand von Krauss: These fellows think that they have the strength to break their bonds and murder me. Can you fix that for me?
Sticky looks at the pair and licks his black lips, his tongue dragging across needle-sharp teeth to cut it open so that it bleeds dark blood that trickles down his chin. He grabs stakes and a hammer and while the ODS looks on in horror, nails their hands and feet to the cross. Blood streams from the wounds created.
Armand von Krauss: You think you can break free now? Hmm? Moloch? Mormo? I don’t see the same bravery in your eyes that I saw just a few seconds ago. Let’s see. Mormo, you said if I tried “that shit on you” that you would break your binds and kill me. Shall we test now?
Armand smokes his cigarette down to the end while watching the nervous Mormo. Once he gets down to the end of the cigarette, he pulls open Mormo’s pants and drops in the smoldering cigarette butt, and allows the pants to fall closed. Mormo opens his mouth wide to scream. Armand seizes him by the lower jaw and rips out a molar with the pliers. He then steps back and waits. Mormo struggles, but cannot break free.
Armand von Krauss: Let’s talk about this upcoming elimination chamber match. Eddie Havok will be the last to get his chamber opened. Once upon a time, I would have thought him the weakest link in this whole match. That time has passed it seems and the sheep have grown to take down the wolves.
Eddie, do you remember having to flee for your lives when I told Gabriel Tuck and his clown gang to kill you and your friends? You were tricky then, but I never had trouble finding someone to defeat you in the ring with ease. Now, you face me again. I wonder if you will have the same luck? Or will luck run out for you?
Armand lights up a new Egyptian cigarette and walks over to stand in front of Moloch, who growls as if somehow he could be threatening right now.
Armand von Krauss: Billy Fowler and Rob Riot are in this match. I hate to break this to you, Billy, but Rob will think nothing of taking you out in this match to win that title. I won’t think twice, but you know I’m coming for you. You might think that Rob would grant you a bit of leniency or even help you regain the World title that I never thought that you would have ever won in the first place. Like Eddie, you’ve grown stronger, Billy. I wonder how much stronger.
Rob Riot, no matter how we go about this. I have defeated you utterly in the past. I stole your company and sent you packing from it. All info that you know of course. This time, I will stop you from gaining another World title by gaining it for myself. I am due this, you know. I put up with the Founder for a long time and waited for my turn. I mean if Goth can get a turn, I should have as well. Pity that he showed his true colors and I had to leave the company before claiming what’s mine.
Armand looks at Mormo and Moloch with a smile.
Armand von Krauss: Keep them company, Sticky. I’m going to refill my case and come right back to finish speaking and then we will get to the final fate of Donzig’s cronies…
Armand heads down below while Sticky grins at the ODS.
Armand von Krauss: Now. Donzig has tried to murder my clowns over the past few months. Many times he has tried, only to discover that most of them are immortal. Does it irk your master that my clowns simply will not die when it is so generously requested of them? Hmm? You are allowed to speak.
And now we pan around to see what Armand sees and we see that Mormo and Moloch are stripped down to loincloths and are tied to crosses. Yes, the Oblivion Death Squad is currently being crucified.
Mormo spits on the deck by Armand’s feet and Molock growls.
Moloch: Nuk na merr dot pergjigje o derra!
Armand sneers and puts his cigarette out by Moloch’s belly button, bringing out a yelp of pain from the normally stoic wrestler.
Armand von Krauss: I don’t want answers from you, my dear boy. For now, I will simply take fresh screams.
Armand relights his cigarette and blows smoke into Moloch’s face.
Armand von Krauss: It would be well within my rights to murder you both. Here and now. I can have your throats slit and dump you overboard. At a ten thousand foot fall drop, no one will be able to question it when I say you both jumped. Still, they may have questions.
Armand reaches into a pocket with his free hand and pulls out a pair of pliers. He quickly removes the toenail on the right big toe. Moloch opens his mouth to scream, but to his best effort, no sounds come out of his mouth.
Mormo: Provoje atë gjë për mua. Do t'i thyej këto lidhje dhe do të të vras.
Armand walks over to Mormo and gets close, looking up.
Armand von Krauss: Are you full of courage? You think if I inflict enough pain on you that you’ll have the strength to break your bonds? We can’t have that. Sticky!
The massive clown named Sticky comes up from down below and walks around the crosses to stand eye to eye with Mormo and Moloch.
Sticky the Clown: Yes, boss?
Armand von Krauss: These fellows think that they have the strength to break their bonds and murder me. Can you fix that for me?
Sticky looks at the pair and licks his black lips, his tongue dragging across needle-sharp teeth to cut it open so that it bleeds dark blood that trickles down his chin. He grabs stakes and a hammer and while the ODS looks on in horror, nails their hands and feet to the cross. Blood streams from the wounds created.
Armand von Krauss: You think you can break free now? Hmm? Moloch? Mormo? I don’t see the same bravery in your eyes that I saw just a few seconds ago. Let’s see. Mormo, you said if I tried “that shit on you” that you would break your binds and kill me. Shall we test now?
Armand smokes his cigarette down to the end while watching the nervous Mormo. Once he gets down to the end of the cigarette, he pulls open Mormo’s pants and drops in the smoldering cigarette butt, and allows the pants to fall closed. Mormo opens his mouth wide to scream. Armand seizes him by the lower jaw and rips out a molar with the pliers. He then steps back and waits. Mormo struggles, but cannot break free.
Armand von Krauss: Let’s talk about this upcoming elimination chamber match. Eddie Havok will be the last to get his chamber opened. Once upon a time, I would have thought him the weakest link in this whole match. That time has passed it seems and the sheep have grown to take down the wolves.
Eddie, do you remember having to flee for your lives when I told Gabriel Tuck and his clown gang to kill you and your friends? You were tricky then, but I never had trouble finding someone to defeat you in the ring with ease. Now, you face me again. I wonder if you will have the same luck? Or will luck run out for you?
Armand lights up a new Egyptian cigarette and walks over to stand in front of Moloch, who growls as if somehow he could be threatening right now.
Armand von Krauss: Billy Fowler and Rob Riot are in this match. I hate to break this to you, Billy, but Rob will think nothing of taking you out in this match to win that title. I won’t think twice, but you know I’m coming for you. You might think that Rob would grant you a bit of leniency or even help you regain the World title that I never thought that you would have ever won in the first place. Like Eddie, you’ve grown stronger, Billy. I wonder how much stronger.
Rob Riot, no matter how we go about this. I have defeated you utterly in the past. I stole your company and sent you packing from it. All info that you know of course. This time, I will stop you from gaining another World title by gaining it for myself. I am due this, you know. I put up with the Founder for a long time and waited for my turn. I mean if Goth can get a turn, I should have as well. Pity that he showed his true colors and I had to leave the company before claiming what’s mine.
Armand looks at Mormo and Moloch with a smile.
Armand von Krauss: Keep them company, Sticky. I’m going to refill my case and come right back to finish speaking and then we will get to the final fate of Donzig’s cronies…
Armand heads down below while Sticky grins at the ODS.
