Post by nakedgirls on Jun 7, 2010 22:44:31 GMT -5
Droplets of polluted rain comes lashing down from the heavy clouds hung above. It makes a clam clicking sound as the rain drops thumps against the tree’s leaves. The full moon is barely visible, the fog like cloud is nearly blocking it’s brightness completely. Tiny, minuscule droplets of splattered rain gather along the camera’s lens but slide down right a way, leaving a clear, transparent trail of moisture in its’ track. One of the most eerie attributes of the seen woods is the ghostlike mist that rises from the ground and travels in between the trees. The fog is so thick that those watching can’t catch sight of anything past it.
From behind the thick layer fog, a figure emerges. The combination of the fog and the darkness give the illusion that the unknown, mysterious man steps from thin air. The man is very large, has black hair that’s drenched as a result of the down pour. He’s sporting a long, leather trench coat. He is staring menacingly into the camera, his white piercing eyes striking a sudden terror to all who’s watching. His breathing is rather heavy, alluding to the fact he’s been walking a while. After licking his lips, the disturbing man flicks his head back causing all of his wet hair to reposition behind his hair in clumps of wetness. With his right hand, he points forward at the camera with then speaks.
“You all saw what I did to D-Lo last week.”
His voice is very stern and deep. He speaks very low in tone, just enough for the camera to detect. By now, the entire audience have recognized the mysterious man to be none other than the Wrestling Messiah, Judas Mesias! The fans cringe at the sight of him, knowing the atrocious path of destruction that usually comes subsequent to his appearance. The feared wrestler lowers his hand back to his side. His eyes stay fixated on the lens of the camera. His weary eyes, looking like he wasn’t slept in days, or even weeks. Completely blood shot, giving him an even more horrid look. Finally, he takes a step forward. The step is small and precise, so he doesn’t slip on the wet muck and rocks that he lay his feet on. While keeping his dark glare, he takes his hand and runs it through his drenched hair, pushing back all the loose strands that came about. In a voice a little more audible, Judas starts to speak into the camera.
“I reckon all you, ignorant beings want to know why I am how I am. But you wouldn’t give two-flying shits if I told you anyways. Because you all, living in you cozy, warm homes are oblivious to the fact of what undertakings that go one in places other than where you live. You all pay no mind to the torture, suffering and cruelty that some have to face every day. That happen to people like this- ”
The man reaches in his coat, and shuffles around in there a little. He finally finds what it is he is looking for then slowly begins to bring it insight of the camera. The man steps a little closer and holds up a small, old fashion Polaroid picture. Suspense builds up amongst the fans, who wait for the image to come in complete focus. When it does, each and every spectator around is appalled! Everybody in the THYWWE arena either turn away not wanting to view the picture anymore, or cover their mouths and watch on unenthusiastically. Mother grip their children and hold their eyes, not wanting them to see something so mature for their adolescent eyes. The picture that struck terror to everyone is one of a very gruesome, grisly scene. There is a kid, very young about the age of eight or nine, give or take. He is laying o the floor, eyes closed and mouth opened. Around him, is a pool of what seems to be his own crimson red blood. A small tooth is flooding in the river of blood, stained with the bloods color. A gash starts from the brow of the kid and streams down to just-below his cheek.
Judas throws his head back and lets out a menacing laugh, one right from a horror movie. But he stops abruptly and starts speaking, quickly switching to a serious tone, a little too fast for normal human beings to shift from.
“You see this!? This is what happens when your father is a raging alcoholic! This is what happens when you disobey him, and tell him you‘d rather not strip down to nothing and let him take pictures of you. He beats the living shit out of you, strips you himself then proudly hangs them around the house. AS IF THEY WERE FAMILY PORTRAITS HE HANGS THEM AROUND THE HOUSE! That sick son of a bitch, but hey, I Love him. Would you like to know why? He is the reason I am the way I am now. With out him, I‘d probably be some pussy like Randy, Punk or Hunter! Not the monster that I strive to be, the monster that I AM TODAY! This cruel sick man you see now, is the result of eighteen years of abuse, both sexual abuse and physical abuse!”
As if it’s something he wants to protect, Judas rubs the photo against his cloak, clearing it from the rain then securely sticks it back into it’s home that is his pocket.
“But I suppose there are other subject to be spoken of tonight. Since tonight is such a HUGE nice in the THY shithole! The World Heavy Weigh Championship will be fought for. My opponents- excuse me, my VICTIMS of tonight being, Randy Orton; a man who thinks he can get over by fucking that smut Sam? I mean if it‘s that easy to get over in this business, then everyone should be over, because she slept with damn-near half the locker room! It‘s really a wonder to me as to why this young, blissful man is even in this business! I am insulted that I didn‘t illustrate the fact that kids and pussies shouldn’t be in this industry! But, tonight I have another clear canvas to successfully illustrate that on. But enough of that arrogant asshole, lets move on. In he other corner we have that big nosed-fuck Triple H! this guy is really someone I despise. Someone who fucked his way up the McMahon family to win titles. Fucked Steph, but apparently moved on to Vince, and got himself an easy path to the Main Event! With out his dick, which he’d apparently stick in any whole, old, hair or even saggy, he’d be jobbing to the likes of Kufi or Rey! But really, I have nothing more to say to this guy, nothing at all really! Then, taking up the last corner will be CM Punk. Ha! The Straight Edge Superstar! Or so he claims, this fag has got to be on some kid of drugs if he even THINKS he’s going to step in the ring with me and not get ran over! This Pepsi and Cum drinker really makes me wanna kill somebody! Walking around the locker room like he is high, mighty and someone to be feared! No! THAT’S ME! THAT’S JUDAS-FUCKING-MESIAS! ”
Just as those last words escape the feared ones lips, the feed is cut off. The lights in the arena are cut off! The fans try snapping flash pictures hoping to see anything that may be going on at the time. They come up with nothing, their lights are not great enough to light the entire, bright arena. However, the blood red lights that now soak the arena are. They flick on to show an empty ring. From the top of the stage, blood begins to come from nowhere and pour down the ramp, it quickly reaches the ring and surrounds the ring. Soon, the black curtain is flicked out of the way and out walks the Messiah, Judas Mesias! He is wearing the same attire as in the clip played and he is just as wet. He quickly strides down the ramp, frightening all who he passes by with just his glare. Kids cry, moms protect them, and dads act soupier like lions defending his pack. When he gets to the ring, he slides in and jumps to his feet. When he walks he leaves blood-red foot prints on the canvas from stepping in the blood. He stops in the center and begins to talk. Despite not having a mic, he voice still flows from the PA system.
“NOW! TONIGHT! RIGHT HERE LIVE ON TV, I JUDAS MESIAS WILL SHOW ALL OF YOU THAT I AM NOT A FORCE YOU WANT TO TEST! IF I DIDN‘T GET THAT POINT ACROSS LAST WEEK, I‘LL BE SURE TO GET IT ACROSS THIS WEEK WHEN I PUT NOT ONE, NOT TWO, BUT THREE OTHER SUPERSTARS IN EARLY RETIREMENT, OR EVEN AN EARLY DEATHBED! BECAUSE I AM NO JOKE, NOT LIKE THE UNDERTAKER, OR KANE! I AM JUDAS MOTHER FUCKING MESIAS! MY WRATH WILL BE FELT THROUGH OUT THE WHOLE WORD! FAMILIES IN HADES WILL NOT HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT EARTHQUAKES BECAUSE THERE IS A NEW FEAR! THE CREATIONS OF NEW GODS, AND NEW MONSTERS STARTS TONIGHT! LADIES AND ASSHOLES, THIS IS A ONE MAN MASSACRE, YOU ALL BETTER BELIEVE IT WHEN I SAY THIS, NOBODY IS EXEMPT!“
#EORP#
Comments please!?
From behind the thick layer fog, a figure emerges. The combination of the fog and the darkness give the illusion that the unknown, mysterious man steps from thin air. The man is very large, has black hair that’s drenched as a result of the down pour. He’s sporting a long, leather trench coat. He is staring menacingly into the camera, his white piercing eyes striking a sudden terror to all who’s watching. His breathing is rather heavy, alluding to the fact he’s been walking a while. After licking his lips, the disturbing man flicks his head back causing all of his wet hair to reposition behind his hair in clumps of wetness. With his right hand, he points forward at the camera with then speaks.
“You all saw what I did to D-Lo last week.”
His voice is very stern and deep. He speaks very low in tone, just enough for the camera to detect. By now, the entire audience have recognized the mysterious man to be none other than the Wrestling Messiah, Judas Mesias! The fans cringe at the sight of him, knowing the atrocious path of destruction that usually comes subsequent to his appearance. The feared wrestler lowers his hand back to his side. His eyes stay fixated on the lens of the camera. His weary eyes, looking like he wasn’t slept in days, or even weeks. Completely blood shot, giving him an even more horrid look. Finally, he takes a step forward. The step is small and precise, so he doesn’t slip on the wet muck and rocks that he lay his feet on. While keeping his dark glare, he takes his hand and runs it through his drenched hair, pushing back all the loose strands that came about. In a voice a little more audible, Judas starts to speak into the camera.
“I reckon all you, ignorant beings want to know why I am how I am. But you wouldn’t give two-flying shits if I told you anyways. Because you all, living in you cozy, warm homes are oblivious to the fact of what undertakings that go one in places other than where you live. You all pay no mind to the torture, suffering and cruelty that some have to face every day. That happen to people like this- ”
The man reaches in his coat, and shuffles around in there a little. He finally finds what it is he is looking for then slowly begins to bring it insight of the camera. The man steps a little closer and holds up a small, old fashion Polaroid picture. Suspense builds up amongst the fans, who wait for the image to come in complete focus. When it does, each and every spectator around is appalled! Everybody in the THYWWE arena either turn away not wanting to view the picture anymore, or cover their mouths and watch on unenthusiastically. Mother grip their children and hold their eyes, not wanting them to see something so mature for their adolescent eyes. The picture that struck terror to everyone is one of a very gruesome, grisly scene. There is a kid, very young about the age of eight or nine, give or take. He is laying o the floor, eyes closed and mouth opened. Around him, is a pool of what seems to be his own crimson red blood. A small tooth is flooding in the river of blood, stained with the bloods color. A gash starts from the brow of the kid and streams down to just-below his cheek.
Judas throws his head back and lets out a menacing laugh, one right from a horror movie. But he stops abruptly and starts speaking, quickly switching to a serious tone, a little too fast for normal human beings to shift from.
“You see this!? This is what happens when your father is a raging alcoholic! This is what happens when you disobey him, and tell him you‘d rather not strip down to nothing and let him take pictures of you. He beats the living shit out of you, strips you himself then proudly hangs them around the house. AS IF THEY WERE FAMILY PORTRAITS HE HANGS THEM AROUND THE HOUSE! That sick son of a bitch, but hey, I Love him. Would you like to know why? He is the reason I am the way I am now. With out him, I‘d probably be some pussy like Randy, Punk or Hunter! Not the monster that I strive to be, the monster that I AM TODAY! This cruel sick man you see now, is the result of eighteen years of abuse, both sexual abuse and physical abuse!”
As if it’s something he wants to protect, Judas rubs the photo against his cloak, clearing it from the rain then securely sticks it back into it’s home that is his pocket.
“But I suppose there are other subject to be spoken of tonight. Since tonight is such a HUGE nice in the THY shithole! The World Heavy Weigh Championship will be fought for. My opponents- excuse me, my VICTIMS of tonight being, Randy Orton; a man who thinks he can get over by fucking that smut Sam? I mean if it‘s that easy to get over in this business, then everyone should be over, because she slept with damn-near half the locker room! It‘s really a wonder to me as to why this young, blissful man is even in this business! I am insulted that I didn‘t illustrate the fact that kids and pussies shouldn’t be in this industry! But, tonight I have another clear canvas to successfully illustrate that on. But enough of that arrogant asshole, lets move on. In he other corner we have that big nosed-fuck Triple H! this guy is really someone I despise. Someone who fucked his way up the McMahon family to win titles. Fucked Steph, but apparently moved on to Vince, and got himself an easy path to the Main Event! With out his dick, which he’d apparently stick in any whole, old, hair or even saggy, he’d be jobbing to the likes of Kufi or Rey! But really, I have nothing more to say to this guy, nothing at all really! Then, taking up the last corner will be CM Punk. Ha! The Straight Edge Superstar! Or so he claims, this fag has got to be on some kid of drugs if he even THINKS he’s going to step in the ring with me and not get ran over! This Pepsi and Cum drinker really makes me wanna kill somebody! Walking around the locker room like he is high, mighty and someone to be feared! No! THAT’S ME! THAT’S JUDAS-FUCKING-MESIAS! ”
Just as those last words escape the feared ones lips, the feed is cut off. The lights in the arena are cut off! The fans try snapping flash pictures hoping to see anything that may be going on at the time. They come up with nothing, their lights are not great enough to light the entire, bright arena. However, the blood red lights that now soak the arena are. They flick on to show an empty ring. From the top of the stage, blood begins to come from nowhere and pour down the ramp, it quickly reaches the ring and surrounds the ring. Soon, the black curtain is flicked out of the way and out walks the Messiah, Judas Mesias! He is wearing the same attire as in the clip played and he is just as wet. He quickly strides down the ramp, frightening all who he passes by with just his glare. Kids cry, moms protect them, and dads act soupier like lions defending his pack. When he gets to the ring, he slides in and jumps to his feet. When he walks he leaves blood-red foot prints on the canvas from stepping in the blood. He stops in the center and begins to talk. Despite not having a mic, he voice still flows from the PA system.
“NOW! TONIGHT! RIGHT HERE LIVE ON TV, I JUDAS MESIAS WILL SHOW ALL OF YOU THAT I AM NOT A FORCE YOU WANT TO TEST! IF I DIDN‘T GET THAT POINT ACROSS LAST WEEK, I‘LL BE SURE TO GET IT ACROSS THIS WEEK WHEN I PUT NOT ONE, NOT TWO, BUT THREE OTHER SUPERSTARS IN EARLY RETIREMENT, OR EVEN AN EARLY DEATHBED! BECAUSE I AM NO JOKE, NOT LIKE THE UNDERTAKER, OR KANE! I AM JUDAS MOTHER FUCKING MESIAS! MY WRATH WILL BE FELT THROUGH OUT THE WHOLE WORD! FAMILIES IN HADES WILL NOT HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT EARTHQUAKES BECAUSE THERE IS A NEW FEAR! THE CREATIONS OF NEW GODS, AND NEW MONSTERS STARTS TONIGHT! LADIES AND ASSHOLES, THIS IS A ONE MAN MASSACRE, YOU ALL BETTER BELIEVE IT WHEN I SAY THIS, NOBODY IS EXEMPT!“
#EORP#
Comments please!?
