Post by brion on Nov 26, 2005 1:11:54 GMT -5
:inside the kingdom of rats, the lord of pain rules over all. we open up on the long abandoned hospital we're quickly becoming acquainted with and find ourselves inside a cluttered and dimly lit office. our only source of illumination comes from a busted out window to our right. the cool november air fills the room and a chill races down our spine. a voice drifts out of the darkness, a voice we know all to well. it's the voice of misery.:
misery - take a look. outside.
:we walk over to the busted window and peer out into the emptiness. across the street we see a surprising sight. the kingdom of rats. or rather a place called "Otmar Olsina's Waste Management" according to the weathered sign that hangs on the chain link fence. however, someone with time on their hands has taken a black marker to the sign and it now reads simply "sin":
misery - how ironic is it that my paradise was but a few feet from my prison? god does indeed work in mysterious ways.
:we notice it now. the voice of misery is...different. it's softer. almost as if from a well spoken gentleman instead of the monster we've come to know. we look behind us and see his large frame hiding in the shadows. he's sitting at a wooden desk with a faded nameplate that reads "J. Benton" across it. but it's not the nameplate that holds our attention. it's the mask. the mask of misery is laying on the desk in full sight. almost as if he wants us to see it. he shifts in the darkness but his features remain a mystery to us.:
misery - for years i was a prisoner in this macabre place. never knowing what my destiny would be. until...until the day i finally came face to face with misery. after that everything changed. my life, my body and even...even my face. but that is another story for another time i'm afraid.:
:a hand reaches out of the gloom and grasps the mask. it's pulled back into the darkness and we hear misery slipping on his face. a moment later the hulking fiend bleeds out of the shadows and stands before us. when he talks it's the voice we're used to. the monster known as misery.:
misery - my past, interesting as it might be, is not why you're here. you're here for my thoughts of black thursday. i'm sure you're not the only one. somewhere young j.c. cook is also pondering what lies ahead of him come december first. it should be more than obvious by now what i want. i want cook to burn for his sins. i want cook to suffer at the hands of misery, to beg me for mercy that he knows i'll never give. j.c. cook...will find his fate at black thursday.
:misery walks over to the busted window and looks outside.:
misery - i see the child beat mirage. however, if he thinks that by beating a pale incantation of me that he's ready to overcome the lord of pain...then he is truly misguided. i have watched cook from day one here in napw. i have even felt his puny blows against my body in our first match. if i know anything...it's that cook simply does not have what it takes to overcome misery. he lacks determination. he lacks spirit. but most of all...he lacks the willingness for sacrifice. at black Thursday it will not be a simple match between myself and young cook. it will be a battle for survival. his...survival.
:misery turns away from the window and we sneak a peek outside. in the street below us several of miserys followers shamble around like zombies. some with masks, others without.:
misery - what do you wish to gain in this battle cook? fame? fortune? a title shot? all of those thing can be taken away boy. what i offer lasts forever. to be part of me, to be part of my family is everlasting. all you have to do...is drink in the pain and embrace misery. unfortunately i know you'll rebel against such a notion. you'll try to fight me on my own terms...and you will die. not psychically of course. i have much need of your flesh. no child, your soul will die when you see that referee raise my arm in victory as you lay in a pool of your own blood. when was the last time you were truly pushed cook? when was the last time you felt the coppery taste of blood in your mouth? if you will not come to the pain...then i shall bring it to you.
:misery starts to walks around the room, almost as if in a trance. his head is down and his long greasy hair hides this mask from view.:
misery - and what of monica you ask? what do i have in store for your bitch? i plan on showing her the truth. the truth through pain. i bet she'll embrace misery, i bet monica will spread my gospel. there are no limits in what i will do to make you mine cook. to break you mentally. to me...you're a small speed bump on the road to enlightenment. once this company has seen me trash their golden boy and soil his woman they will bow down to me and my minions.
:misery stops his walk and looks into the camera. his eyes seem to be dancing with...delight?:
misery - you will all bow down to me children. cook is simply the next warm body who will feel the taste of misery. black thrusday....cook vs misery. good vs evil some would claim. although it would depend on your point of view on who is good and who is evil. you know me cook. you know that unlike that talentless bore mirage i will come to the ring alone. i need no followers to break you. i will however...leave with your woman. she will be a fine addition to my domain. because as you know...misery....loves...company.
:misery starts laughing and we fade to black. in the kingdom of rats, the lord if pain rules over all.:
misery - take a look. outside.
:we walk over to the busted window and peer out into the emptiness. across the street we see a surprising sight. the kingdom of rats. or rather a place called "Otmar Olsina's Waste Management" according to the weathered sign that hangs on the chain link fence. however, someone with time on their hands has taken a black marker to the sign and it now reads simply "sin":
misery - how ironic is it that my paradise was but a few feet from my prison? god does indeed work in mysterious ways.
:we notice it now. the voice of misery is...different. it's softer. almost as if from a well spoken gentleman instead of the monster we've come to know. we look behind us and see his large frame hiding in the shadows. he's sitting at a wooden desk with a faded nameplate that reads "J. Benton" across it. but it's not the nameplate that holds our attention. it's the mask. the mask of misery is laying on the desk in full sight. almost as if he wants us to see it. he shifts in the darkness but his features remain a mystery to us.:
misery - for years i was a prisoner in this macabre place. never knowing what my destiny would be. until...until the day i finally came face to face with misery. after that everything changed. my life, my body and even...even my face. but that is another story for another time i'm afraid.:
:a hand reaches out of the gloom and grasps the mask. it's pulled back into the darkness and we hear misery slipping on his face. a moment later the hulking fiend bleeds out of the shadows and stands before us. when he talks it's the voice we're used to. the monster known as misery.:
misery - my past, interesting as it might be, is not why you're here. you're here for my thoughts of black thursday. i'm sure you're not the only one. somewhere young j.c. cook is also pondering what lies ahead of him come december first. it should be more than obvious by now what i want. i want cook to burn for his sins. i want cook to suffer at the hands of misery, to beg me for mercy that he knows i'll never give. j.c. cook...will find his fate at black thursday.
:misery walks over to the busted window and looks outside.:
misery - i see the child beat mirage. however, if he thinks that by beating a pale incantation of me that he's ready to overcome the lord of pain...then he is truly misguided. i have watched cook from day one here in napw. i have even felt his puny blows against my body in our first match. if i know anything...it's that cook simply does not have what it takes to overcome misery. he lacks determination. he lacks spirit. but most of all...he lacks the willingness for sacrifice. at black Thursday it will not be a simple match between myself and young cook. it will be a battle for survival. his...survival.
:misery turns away from the window and we sneak a peek outside. in the street below us several of miserys followers shamble around like zombies. some with masks, others without.:
misery - what do you wish to gain in this battle cook? fame? fortune? a title shot? all of those thing can be taken away boy. what i offer lasts forever. to be part of me, to be part of my family is everlasting. all you have to do...is drink in the pain and embrace misery. unfortunately i know you'll rebel against such a notion. you'll try to fight me on my own terms...and you will die. not psychically of course. i have much need of your flesh. no child, your soul will die when you see that referee raise my arm in victory as you lay in a pool of your own blood. when was the last time you were truly pushed cook? when was the last time you felt the coppery taste of blood in your mouth? if you will not come to the pain...then i shall bring it to you.
:misery starts to walks around the room, almost as if in a trance. his head is down and his long greasy hair hides this mask from view.:
misery - and what of monica you ask? what do i have in store for your bitch? i plan on showing her the truth. the truth through pain. i bet she'll embrace misery, i bet monica will spread my gospel. there are no limits in what i will do to make you mine cook. to break you mentally. to me...you're a small speed bump on the road to enlightenment. once this company has seen me trash their golden boy and soil his woman they will bow down to me and my minions.
:misery stops his walk and looks into the camera. his eyes seem to be dancing with...delight?:
misery - you will all bow down to me children. cook is simply the next warm body who will feel the taste of misery. black thrusday....cook vs misery. good vs evil some would claim. although it would depend on your point of view on who is good and who is evil. you know me cook. you know that unlike that talentless bore mirage i will come to the ring alone. i need no followers to break you. i will however...leave with your woman. she will be a fine addition to my domain. because as you know...misery....loves...company.
:misery starts laughing and we fade to black. in the kingdom of rats, the lord if pain rules over all.: