Post by Dackle on Jan 28, 2018 11:16:26 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 metal shipping containers walls, with their signature weapons in hand. Dackle is armed with Bertha, a hockey stick with barbed wire wrapped around the blade. Black has Crimson, his 2x4 with nails and barbed wire adorning it., in his taped hands.
DB: Here we are again. Another show, another tag team championship on the line. This time, we face 4 other teams in an attempt to claim titles this time, as the GUNs are putting their XHF Tag Team Championships on the line.
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, and begins to speak.
SSDD:
Guns jam. Glory fades. Darkness reigns. When all is said and done and the bell has chimed its final ding, the only thing left will Darkness. We will rise. We will be victorious. There is nothing you can do about it.
As Dackle speaks, he turns his head, ever so creepily. He then cocks his head and begins to pick at the barbs on his stick. There’s silence for a moment, before Black realises it’s his turn to speak.
DB: We’ve proven this time and time again, we REALLY don’t care who wins and who loses, who stands tall at the end. We don’t care how many men we need to put through the kind of pain and suffering we’ve endured.
Black begins to advance to the camera, and it’s Dackle this time who puts Bertha in front of him, before speaking.
SSDD:
Pain is something that is earned. Pain is only felt by the worthy, and survived by the strong. We are the physical embodiment of pain. We will separate the worthy, the strong, and the stupid.
Dackle begins dragging Bertha down the cinder block wall, causing scratches in the paint and an eerie sound. Black turns and looks at him, before turning back and speaking.
DB: You see, we may not have been in this business as long, been around as long, as these other teams we face. But we prove time and time again we’re a damn coherent unit. We’ve beaten some top dogs and this match won’t be no different.
Black turns to Dackle.
DB: What are you doing?
SSDD:
Preparing the only woman who has ever loved me for battle.
Black nods as Dackle continues to carve into the wall.
DB: At the end of the night, 8 men will fall. Two will rise. Darkness will prevail and consume, desolate, and break our competition.
SSDD: And that, you can take to the bank.
A loud laugh is heard as the light goes out. A bang, smash, a muffled scream, and someone whispering "Help me." is all that can be heard before the camera turns to static and the feed is lost.
DB: Here we are again. Another show, another tag team championship on the line. This time, we face 4 other teams in an attempt to claim titles this time, as the GUNs are putting their XHF Tag Team Championships on the line.
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, and begins to speak.
SSDD:
Guns jam. Glory fades. Darkness reigns. When all is said and done and the bell has chimed its final ding, the only thing left will Darkness. We will rise. We will be victorious. There is nothing you can do about it.
As Dackle speaks, he turns his head, ever so creepily. He then cocks his head and begins to pick at the barbs on his stick. There’s silence for a moment, before Black realises it’s his turn to speak.
DB: We’ve proven this time and time again, we REALLY don’t care who wins and who loses, who stands tall at the end. We don’t care how many men we need to put through the kind of pain and suffering we’ve endured.
Black begins to advance to the camera, and it’s Dackle this time who puts Bertha in front of him, before speaking.
SSDD:
Pain is something that is earned. Pain is only felt by the worthy, and survived by the strong. We are the physical embodiment of pain. We will separate the worthy, the strong, and the stupid.
Dackle begins dragging Bertha down the cinder block wall, causing scratches in the paint and an eerie sound. Black turns and looks at him, before turning back and speaking.
DB: You see, we may not have been in this business as long, been around as long, as these other teams we face. But we prove time and time again we’re a damn coherent unit. We’ve beaten some top dogs and this match won’t be no different.
Black turns to Dackle.
DB: What are you doing?
SSDD:
Preparing the only woman who has ever loved me for battle.
Black nods as Dackle continues to carve into the wall.
DB: At the end of the night, 8 men will fall. Two will rise. Darkness will prevail and consume, desolate, and break our competition.
SSDD: And that, you can take to the bank.
A loud laugh is heard as the light goes out. A bang, smash, a muffled scream, and someone whispering "Help me." is all that can be heard before the camera turns to static and the feed is lost.
