Broken Black (EoD Night 4 RP)
Oct 17, 2017 22:43:09 GMT -5
Mongo the Destroyer, Dackle, and 1 more like this
Post by Dylan on Oct 17, 2017 22:43:09 GMT -5
The scene opens to a small room, sort of like a shipping container, with a single light strung up at the top. A dark figure walks under the light, but does not pull the chain to turn it on. This “room” really wouldn’t be great for claustrophobes. The figure speaks in a deep, gruff voice.
Unknown: I’ve been told many times I never belonged.. I’ve been told too nice for this business, too kind and caring and compassionate. Well that all changes. No more Mr Nice Guy. No more shaking hands and kissing fat bitches.
The figure reaches up and pulls the chain to the light, revealing he is none other than Dylan Black. His hair is a mess and he has a big scar spanning from his right eyebrow down his eye and jawline. He had a bandaged left shoulder and arm, unknown the cause of why or how it was hurt. He stands there, and walks towards the camera.
Dylan Black: Fuck the fans. I never needed you, and you never wanted me. Yet now I hate you, you’ll all be begging to suck my dick and get an autograph. I mean what I say, you can all rot in hell for all I care.
Black leans against the wall and sighs, closing his eyes. His hair falls over the right side of his face. He rubs his left eye and when he opens it, the iris is now white. He smiles a devilish grin and shakes the hair out of his face.
Dylan Black: So here I am. Abused. Beaten. Screwed over far too many times. I put my last breath of faith in humanity in my partner, Dackle. Mr. Dackle, we’ve had a history. A rather rocky one, to be quite honest. But, what happens when two forces as destructive as Black and Dackle team up? Ask our opponents after the match. Y’all heard what Dackle said he’d do to them. But me? I won’t go for the pin so quickly. I’d like to introduce you all to a friend of mine.
Black leans down and picks up a 2x4 with a baseball bat-like handle carved into one end. On the other end? Multiple nails protruding from the wood, and wrapped in barbed wire. He licks his lips and speaks.
Dylan Black: Meet my very good friend. His name is Crimson... Now, Dackle said he’ll torture you, cause you as much physical and psychological damage as possible, and then hand the reigns to me. And when a man with a shattered mind like my own gets in the ring, sees that broken, battered and bloody mess Dackle has left for me, I won’t end your misery. No, I will continue the torture, the punishment, the agonizing brutality, all with a smile on my face. (pauses and sighs) You see, that’s what’s wrong with this world. We’re all too serious. We need to have some fun, enjoy ourselves. And Dackle and I, we will sure enjoy ourselves with the dead meat we’re being fed on End of Days Night 4.
As Black is saying those lines after the pause, he pulls out a can of red facepaint, scoops some out and smears it all over his face, with no particular pattern or anything in mind.
Dylan Black: And who knows, maybe after we win, we can take those FWA tag titles for ourselves. FWA needs some worthy people as champs. Now, long live the Crimson Punisher!!
Black begins to cackle sadistically, as the scene comes to a close and a red Dylan Black logo appears on the screen.
Unknown: I’ve been told many times I never belonged.. I’ve been told too nice for this business, too kind and caring and compassionate. Well that all changes. No more Mr Nice Guy. No more shaking hands and kissing fat bitches.
The figure reaches up and pulls the chain to the light, revealing he is none other than Dylan Black. His hair is a mess and he has a big scar spanning from his right eyebrow down his eye and jawline. He had a bandaged left shoulder and arm, unknown the cause of why or how it was hurt. He stands there, and walks towards the camera.
Dylan Black: Fuck the fans. I never needed you, and you never wanted me. Yet now I hate you, you’ll all be begging to suck my dick and get an autograph. I mean what I say, you can all rot in hell for all I care.
Black leans against the wall and sighs, closing his eyes. His hair falls over the right side of his face. He rubs his left eye and when he opens it, the iris is now white. He smiles a devilish grin and shakes the hair out of his face.
Dylan Black: So here I am. Abused. Beaten. Screwed over far too many times. I put my last breath of faith in humanity in my partner, Dackle. Mr. Dackle, we’ve had a history. A rather rocky one, to be quite honest. But, what happens when two forces as destructive as Black and Dackle team up? Ask our opponents after the match. Y’all heard what Dackle said he’d do to them. But me? I won’t go for the pin so quickly. I’d like to introduce you all to a friend of mine.
Black leans down and picks up a 2x4 with a baseball bat-like handle carved into one end. On the other end? Multiple nails protruding from the wood, and wrapped in barbed wire. He licks his lips and speaks.
Dylan Black: Meet my very good friend. His name is Crimson... Now, Dackle said he’ll torture you, cause you as much physical and psychological damage as possible, and then hand the reigns to me. And when a man with a shattered mind like my own gets in the ring, sees that broken, battered and bloody mess Dackle has left for me, I won’t end your misery. No, I will continue the torture, the punishment, the agonizing brutality, all with a smile on my face. (pauses and sighs) You see, that’s what’s wrong with this world. We’re all too serious. We need to have some fun, enjoy ourselves. And Dackle and I, we will sure enjoy ourselves with the dead meat we’re being fed on End of Days Night 4.
As Black is saying those lines after the pause, he pulls out a can of red facepaint, scoops some out and smears it all over his face, with no particular pattern or anything in mind.
Dylan Black: And who knows, maybe after we win, we can take those FWA tag titles for ourselves. FWA needs some worthy people as champs. Now, long live the Crimson Punisher!!
Black begins to cackle sadistically, as the scene comes to a close and a red Dylan Black logo appears on the screen.
