Post by Sephiroth du Lac on Feb 22, 2014 6:13:18 GMT
"Thinking you're immortal is weirdly similar to being immortal."
-Douglas Coupland-
-Douglas Coupland-
*The camera falls on the "oasis" a hidden locale deep in the desert valley on the outskirts of Las vegas. Beyond the old renovated ghost town hovels and small modern renovations added sits an endless desert blazing with a fierce unforgiving sun. The mirage like waves revealing the blazing heat of midday as a figure stands in one of the buildings gazing out at the nothing of the Nevada desert. Though dressed in older finery he is no lost soul or vengeful spirit gazing out into eternity. No, his countenance is all too familiar. He is the Fallen Angel, Sephiroth du Lac, staring at an endless ocean of sand as a figure steps behind him, it's shadow overcasting him in darkness. he turned and there clad in his iron mask stood Abel, Sephiroth's manservant wielding two heavy bundles. One a knapsack obviously filled to the brim with something. The other three large bodies, but not human, pigs full size potbellied pigs numbering three sat upon his shoulder flies buzzing around the obviously butchered bodies. Seph smiled as Abel tossed the pig carcass at the feet of the Fallen One. Both men staring downward at the slaughtered swine. The camera staring down at the bodies the wet sound of the splatter as they hit the dirty grease filled floor. Seph looked up at Abel and then around to the room. An engine block sat nearby a half built 1941 Indian Scout Sport Chopper frame. The place was Executioner's garage. The brother of Abel, Executioner was a consummate handyman and gearhead. Seph looked at the chains and series of pullies with an eager grin. He then turned back to his silent subordinate who stood merely staring and breathing heavy from the relief of his obvious burden. The light from the sun casting themselves only upon his emerald green eyes.*
Seph: Did you have any problems, Abel?
*Abel simply sighed shaking his head no as he held out the other bag filled to the brim with unknown swag. He dropped it too at Sephiroth's feet as Seph smiled intently. As it landed the bag's opening came loose and the tip of a bat hit the floor, a box of lightubes landed as well the lightubes surprisingly resilient as they settle upon a wrapped roll of ancient and rusted barbed wire. Seph's look cast in the dimlight was stern but amused as Abel stood ever the silent sentinel to his friend and master.*
Seph: Do you think, Ex, will mind that we use his workshop while he is away?
*Abel again shakes his head and Seph sighs as he looks up at the chains jingling with strange sadistic glee.*
Seph: Well, time to go to work.
Seph: Did you have any problems, Abel?
*Abel simply sighed shaking his head no as he held out the other bag filled to the brim with unknown swag. He dropped it too at Sephiroth's feet as Seph smiled intently. As it landed the bag's opening came loose and the tip of a bat hit the floor, a box of lightubes landed as well the lightubes surprisingly resilient as they settle upon a wrapped roll of ancient and rusted barbed wire. Seph's look cast in the dimlight was stern but amused as Abel stood ever the silent sentinel to his friend and master.*
Seph: Do you think, Ex, will mind that we use his workshop while he is away?
*Abel again shakes his head and Seph sighs as he looks up at the chains jingling with strange sadistic glee.*
Seph: Well, time to go to work.
The time has come.
There is no hiding.
There is no running.
There is no forgiveness.
There is no mercy.
One cage.
Two men.
And one survivor.
Hello, Michael
I hope you are well. I know you don't believe that but I do. I really truly most sincerely do. Because I want you at your best. I want you to be at the very fittest. Do you know why, Michael? It's not because I care for your well being. It's not because i worry about what will happen to poor Alexis if something were to happen to you. No, my boy, it's not that at all. It's because when I stand over your broken and bloodied body and raise the title over my head I want you to realize I beat you at your best. That I destroyed the so-called 'Man of Steel' like he were the 'Man of Cardboard'.
*The camera shows in full montage Seph and Abel both lifting the pigs bodies up hanging them in the chains which move engine blocks as Seph hoists them high in the air. The slaughtered bloated butchered remains dangle mouths hung open as if in silent screams, cold dead eyes reflecting the greased floor as flies buzz here and there landing on their frozen faces.*
You know I feel that way,
sometimes, Michael. I do. I feel like I live in a world of cardboard. Always taking constant care not to break something. Someone. Always having to hold back. Confined by rules and legislation. But that isn't a problem anymore, is it, Michael? Cause this is no holds barred. No quarter asked. None given. This is truly war between us, isn't it, Michael? You hate me. And I... I have a different realization on the subject of us.
*The camera comes back on Seph as he sits at a work bench nailing into the baseball bat and a wrapped piece of rusty barbed wire with a tack nail. Methodically he hammers it in seemingly sealing the tack into the wood and wire . Slowly he wraps taking a pair of pliers and painstakingly molding the hardened rusted metal around the thick planks of wood. When it is done his hammer once more nails a tack to the top core of the wood. Cementing the wire into a twisted weapon of demented design. Satisfied he stands and walks to the first pig carcass hauling back and striking with vicious fury against the flesh of the pig tearing bits of skin and muscle carving straight to the bone. He lets go and it sticks the sharpened edge of the barbed wire dug deep in the flesh.*
You see I need you, Michael.
Oh, not as you think. No, you see I'm not some whoopsie looking for a beautiful blond dandy. Goodness, no. You see Michael I need you to be... an example. I need everyone to watch this moment. Everyone in the audience. Everyone in the back. Everyone of the millions upon millions watching at home to see this very moment.I want mother's to hide their children's faces. I want viewers to be sickened by what they witness. I want grown men to weep for what I do to you, Michael. Yes, Mr. Lazslo, I have a special job for you. Your going to be my scarecrow.
There is no hiding.
There is no running.
There is no forgiveness.
There is no mercy.
One cage.
Two men.
And one survivor.
Hello, Michael
I hope you are well. I know you don't believe that but I do. I really truly most sincerely do. Because I want you at your best. I want you to be at the very fittest. Do you know why, Michael? It's not because I care for your well being. It's not because i worry about what will happen to poor Alexis if something were to happen to you. No, my boy, it's not that at all. It's because when I stand over your broken and bloodied body and raise the title over my head I want you to realize I beat you at your best. That I destroyed the so-called 'Man of Steel' like he were the 'Man of Cardboard'.
*The camera shows in full montage Seph and Abel both lifting the pigs bodies up hanging them in the chains which move engine blocks as Seph hoists them high in the air. The slaughtered bloated butchered remains dangle mouths hung open as if in silent screams, cold dead eyes reflecting the greased floor as flies buzz here and there landing on their frozen faces.*
You know I feel that way,
sometimes, Michael. I do. I feel like I live in a world of cardboard. Always taking constant care not to break something. Someone. Always having to hold back. Confined by rules and legislation. But that isn't a problem anymore, is it, Michael? Cause this is no holds barred. No quarter asked. None given. This is truly war between us, isn't it, Michael? You hate me. And I... I have a different realization on the subject of us.
*The camera comes back on Seph as he sits at a work bench nailing into the baseball bat and a wrapped piece of rusty barbed wire with a tack nail. Methodically he hammers it in seemingly sealing the tack into the wood and wire . Slowly he wraps taking a pair of pliers and painstakingly molding the hardened rusted metal around the thick planks of wood. When it is done his hammer once more nails a tack to the top core of the wood. Cementing the wire into a twisted weapon of demented design. Satisfied he stands and walks to the first pig carcass hauling back and striking with vicious fury against the flesh of the pig tearing bits of skin and muscle carving straight to the bone. He lets go and it sticks the sharpened edge of the barbed wire dug deep in the flesh.*
You see I need you, Michael.
Oh, not as you think. No, you see I'm not some whoopsie looking for a beautiful blond dandy. Goodness, no. You see Michael I need you to be... an example. I need everyone to watch this moment. Everyone in the audience. Everyone in the back. Everyone of the millions upon millions watching at home to see this very moment.I want mother's to hide their children's faces. I want viewers to be sickened by what they witness. I want grown men to weep for what I do to you, Michael. Yes, Mr. Lazslo, I have a special job for you. Your going to be my scarecrow.
*The camera cuts to Abel pulling out a couple of handcuffs from one of the work drawers. He checks the tightness of them sealing them around his meaty wrist before unlocking them with a nearby key. Seph meanwhile takes some 2x4's cutting them at a nearby electric saw. Lifting them to eye level to see if the length is straightened. He then takes lighttubes setting them with sealant into cut groves in the wood making a makeshift form of mace. It's crude design more than makes up for it's deadly efficiency as Seph grabs a lighttube and smacks it across the back of the pig, powder and broken glass shards covering the area which he hits.*
Because I am sick of men
like you, Michael. I am sick of the same flavors of the month. You think because you are a champion now that you are somehow immune to harm. Well, I was a champion, Michael. I can attest; a belt doesn't make you invincible. But I am more than titles. I am more than a name and a legend. I am more than a story vets tell to rookies to keep them from saying my name too loud. A decade and a half I've been in this damn dirty business. LWF shut down. I'm still here. The HWC closed down, I'm still here. MCW shut down, I'm still here. TIWF shut down, I'm still here. NCW folded, I'm still here. Big Boa, Ebon, Patriot, Falcon, Michael Wise, Jade, Gabriel Karras, Tempestad, Tiger St. Germaine, all retired or dead! But, I'm still here! And now... Mike Lazslo destroyed by my hands and I'll still be here.
like you, Michael. I am sick of the same flavors of the month. You think because you are a champion now that you are somehow immune to harm. Well, I was a champion, Michael. I can attest; a belt doesn't make you invincible. But I am more than titles. I am more than a name and a legend. I am more than a story vets tell to rookies to keep them from saying my name too loud. A decade and a half I've been in this damn dirty business. LWF shut down. I'm still here. The HWC closed down, I'm still here. MCW shut down, I'm still here. TIWF shut down, I'm still here. NCW folded, I'm still here. Big Boa, Ebon, Patriot, Falcon, Michael Wise, Jade, Gabriel Karras, Tempestad, Tiger St. Germaine, all retired or dead! But, I'm still here! And now... Mike Lazslo destroyed by my hands and I'll still be here.
*The camera cuts back to Seph grabbing a broken hand mirror from one of the unrenovated hovels. He then picks up a porcelain theater mask holding it up to his face staring into a nearby bejeweled mirror. He then stops staring at his reflection as if in realization. Before reaching up to take the whole mirror. He then is seen at the workbench again slowly wrapping the barbed wire again but this time around his own arm slowly entwining the hellish looking wire with his very flesh. A sickening smile crawling across his face.*
I have stayed the test of time.
Not because of only what I am. Not because of just who I am. But because I am. Because I endure where no man endures. I have survived the ravages of time. I have fought in the war to end all wars. I survived the war after that as well. I have seen the sun never set on an empire. I have survived where many of my kind have not. It doesn't matter what you believe, Michael. It doesn't matter what men say, because I've seen it. I've seen it all!
Not because of only what I am. Not because of just who I am. But because I am. Because I endure where no man endures. I have survived the ravages of time. I have fought in the war to end all wars. I survived the war after that as well. I have seen the sun never set on an empire. I have survived where many of my kind have not. It doesn't matter what you believe, Michael. It doesn't matter what men say, because I've seen it. I've seen it all!
*He takes the wrapped arm and stares at the last pig. He strikes with his fist hard over and over and over again with the wrapped hand. He nails elbows, he clotheslines, he runs forearms like saws and as red runs down his arm the slashed and torn flesh speaks of his cruelty. As he stands with deep breathes nailing a final punch that rends the torn flesh in twain as the chain dangles and he stands in slow motion a silhouette over the slaughter.*
Because I am legend,
I am the one who remains,
I am the ender of careers,
I am the closer of federations,
I am the fallen angel,
The first and
last knight of Camelot,
I am the sanguine assassin,
the knight of the black rose,
the fallen one!
The Chosen One!
THE ONLY ONE!!!
I am the future Man of Steel!
But more than that...
I...
Am...
Immortal!
And I remain,
humbly yours,
Sephiroth du Lac.
Because I am legend,
I am the one who remains,
I am the ender of careers,
I am the closer of federations,
I am the fallen angel,
The first and
last knight of Camelot,
I am the sanguine assassin,
the knight of the black rose,
the fallen one!
The Chosen One!
THE ONLY ONE!!!
I am the future Man of Steel!
But more than that...
I...
Am...
Immortal!
And I remain,
humbly yours,
Sephiroth du Lac.
Well howdy there pardner.