Thy Kings of Darkness Cometh (Tag Title Match 1/4)
Jan 4, 2018 17:47:49 GMT -5
𝓓𝓾𝓴𝓮 𝓚𝓸𝓼𝓵𝓸𝓯𝓯, Hyperion, and 2 more like this
Post by Dylan on Jan 4, 2018 17:47:49 GMT -5
The camera focuses in on a clock in a wire cage. The ticking of the clock is the only noise to be heard. A lone lightbulb swings from a single wire, throwing light in odd directions as it sways. The camera pans down to Dackle and Black. Both men are leaning against the cinder block wall with weapons in hand. Dackle has a hockey stick with barbed wire wrapped around the blade. Black has Crimson, his trusty 2x4 with nails and barbed wire adorning it.
SSDD: Well, well. Let me be the first to welcome you all to the Asylum. My name is Scorpion Steve Dackle and I will be your host for this melee. Joining me is my partner in darkness, Mr. Black. Now I will say, Mr. Cameraman, you have some cajones standing in here with us. The last man to step into the Asylum with me, joined me in the darkness. Will you?
Dackle begins to step towards the camera, as the man holding the camera began to move back. Dackle is stopped by Black, who put Crimson in front of him. Dackle keeps his eyes locked in on the lense of the camera, as his insanity pours through them. Dylan Black now speaks.
DB: Yes, I am the latest victim to step foot with Mr. Dackle here in the asylum, as well as being the first survivor and person to defeat Dackle in his little Asylum here. Beaten barely an inch from death by my partner in darkness, yet still a walking deadman. As are our “opponents,” they're dead men walking. They just, don't, know it yet.
As Black speaks, Dackle turns his head, ever so creepily. He then cocks his head and begins to pick at the barbs on his stick. When Black was done, he had to nudge Dackle for his turn to speak.
SSDD: It doesn’t matter. It really doesn’t matter. I don’t care who you are. This room doesn’t care who you are. Crimson doesn’t care who you are. And most certainly, Bertha here (he shows the camera his weapon), doesn’t give the tiniest rat shit who you are.
Black cut him off again as he was once again advancing towards the camera.
DB: And Duke Kosloff certainly doesn't care, considering he personally knows how DANGEROUS we are. Especially you, Mr. Dackle.
Dackle begins dragging Bertha down the cinder block wall, causing scratches in the paint and an eerie sound. Black stops talking and looks. He turns back towards the camera and finishes his thought.
DB: We've been itching to hurt some “team” since we debuted, and we even signed up for that XHF Network Tag Team division, and soon as we do, a team is laid out to us, as if Duke doesn't want us demolishing the entire XHF "Tag Team division." Those fools are all NOTHING compared to us But, back to the task at hand... Rob Wyatt, and James Raymond…
Black turns to Dackle.
DB: What are you doing?
SSDD: I am marking the number of ways I am going to hurt whoever comes in here. I am marking the number of times they will pray for death. I am marking the degrees of darkness that we will reign down upon them.
Black nods as Dackle continues to carve into the wall.
DB: Rob Wyatt and James Raymond, I suggest you say your prayers, eat your vitamins, kiss your fuckin families goodbye because the Darkness… it WILL envelop, consume, and DESTROY YOU!
SSDD: And that, you can take to the bank.
Dackle then swings Bertha at the cameraman, instead smashing the lightbulb. The room becomes pitch black and a horrifying scream can be heard before the camera cuts out.
SSDD: Well, well. Let me be the first to welcome you all to the Asylum. My name is Scorpion Steve Dackle and I will be your host for this melee. Joining me is my partner in darkness, Mr. Black. Now I will say, Mr. Cameraman, you have some cajones standing in here with us. The last man to step into the Asylum with me, joined me in the darkness. Will you?
Dackle begins to step towards the camera, as the man holding the camera began to move back. Dackle is stopped by Black, who put Crimson in front of him. Dackle keeps his eyes locked in on the lense of the camera, as his insanity pours through them. Dylan Black now speaks.
DB: Yes, I am the latest victim to step foot with Mr. Dackle here in the asylum, as well as being the first survivor and person to defeat Dackle in his little Asylum here. Beaten barely an inch from death by my partner in darkness, yet still a walking deadman. As are our “opponents,” they're dead men walking. They just, don't, know it yet.
As Black speaks, Dackle turns his head, ever so creepily. He then cocks his head and begins to pick at the barbs on his stick. When Black was done, he had to nudge Dackle for his turn to speak.
SSDD: It doesn’t matter. It really doesn’t matter. I don’t care who you are. This room doesn’t care who you are. Crimson doesn’t care who you are. And most certainly, Bertha here (he shows the camera his weapon), doesn’t give the tiniest rat shit who you are.
Black cut him off again as he was once again advancing towards the camera.
DB: And Duke Kosloff certainly doesn't care, considering he personally knows how DANGEROUS we are. Especially you, Mr. Dackle.
Dackle begins dragging Bertha down the cinder block wall, causing scratches in the paint and an eerie sound. Black stops talking and looks. He turns back towards the camera and finishes his thought.
DB: We've been itching to hurt some “team” since we debuted, and we even signed up for that XHF Network Tag Team division, and soon as we do, a team is laid out to us, as if Duke doesn't want us demolishing the entire XHF "Tag Team division." Those fools are all NOTHING compared to us But, back to the task at hand... Rob Wyatt, and James Raymond…
Black turns to Dackle.
DB: What are you doing?
SSDD: I am marking the number of ways I am going to hurt whoever comes in here. I am marking the number of times they will pray for death. I am marking the degrees of darkness that we will reign down upon them.
Black nods as Dackle continues to carve into the wall.
DB: Rob Wyatt and James Raymond, I suggest you say your prayers, eat your vitamins, kiss your fuckin families goodbye because the Darkness… it WILL envelop, consume, and DESTROY YOU!
SSDD: And that, you can take to the bank.
Dackle then swings Bertha at the cameraman, instead smashing the lightbulb. The room becomes pitch black and a horrifying scream can be heard before the camera cuts out.
