Post by Jebediah Crowe on Jan 21, 2015 17:15:19 GMT
The time has come.
Death, my monster…my powerful weapon of mass destruction…you have never failed me! I can’t believe that it is finally time for you to show the world you are ready to be a champion…MY champion. That belt, while it has no meaning to you, longs to be placed around the waist of someone who is worthy. You are worthy…I am worthy…bring us home glory!
Power continues to grow…my men continue to show how powerful they truly are. Where they lack in victory, they excel in destruction. Not one man that walks away from me can say they did not fear their life was over…
We must destroy them all!
I know this…I know…but how can we do this? Destruction…violence…they are necessary to bring me the success that I so rightfully deserve. I will hurt anyone, including myself, if they fail to grant me my godliness!
What makes you a god!?!
I am a god…I AM! I have done everything that has been told of me to be placed in the position that I am today! I have assembled my army and I have left destruction in my path! With my men, I have continued to allow my power to grow! It spreads from my skull to the bottom of my toes…and it only can grow stronger!
You are not a god…
Why do you continue to defy? I feed you…I LUST for you! I want you, power. I would do whatever it took to please you…please…tell me what it is that I have to do to make you happy?
Feed me…
I shall!
Create anarchy…
I shall!
Kill…
…I shall…
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Jebediah Crowe
Move it closer…
Curtis Dawson waves his hand dangerously over a large wax candle, the heat slowly telling him to beware of its pain. Crowe watches Dawson resist moving his hand closer to the flame, feeling the danger that it possesses. He shakes his head, refusing to continue on with Crowe’s lesson any further.
Curtis Dawson
What kind of bullshit is this, Crowe?
Jebediah Crowe
This…”bullshit” is how you are going to become a man that everyone bows down to.
Crowe places his own hand over the candle, under Dawson’s hand. He allows the flame to burn his hand, showing no pain, no emotion from the excessive heat hitting him.
Curtis Dawson
What are you doing!?!
Jebediah Crowe
I am showing you to let go of pain…let go of emotion. They are weaknesses that will only bring you down.
Crowe slides his hand away, as Dawson continues to keep his palm from going any closer to the flame. It was not as easy for him. He still felt emotion. He still felt pain. How could he let go of it like this old man had? It was a rather difficult and nerve wrecking task he was asked to do.
Jebediah Crowe
Closer…
Curtis Dawson
I can’t…
Crowe grabs the wrist of Dawson, pressing it down closer to the candle, causing it to burn the palm of Dawson’s hand. He yells, his scream echoing through the house. He held onto his hand, looking at the flesh that had been burned from the fire.
Curtis Dawson
What the hell is your problem!?!
Jebediah Crowe
My problem? I am merely the solution, son.
Crowe laughs, his eyes growing wide. His eyes looked like the snake that he was. It was one of the first times, and one of the last times that Curtis Dawson would ever look into the eyes of Crowe voluntarily. The man look crazed, off of his rocker. And he was trapped with him, with seemingly no way out.
Jebediah Crowe
What I am going to make you…is a man that people look at and know that they are going to be placed into their own personal hell. You will destroy, you will cause anarchy! You will be…Death.
Curtis Dawson looked into the eyes of Crowe, watching the old man slowly fall back into what seemed to be his calm, lifeless demeanor. He points to the left hand of Dawson, the one that had yet to be burned.
Jebediah Crowe
Place you other hand over the fire…
Dawson stared into the fire. It was painful, it was difficult to bear. This was his first obstacle on his journey to redemption, to power.
He places his left hand over the candle’s fire.
Jebediah Crowe
Closer…
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Nighthawk…
The Man of A Thousand Holds returns for another loss. Aric Hardy forced you out of our lost bout, but this time, it will be Death that forces you out of this one. A ladder…a metal contraption of pure chaos will be wielded by my beast! It surely will not be a pleasant night for you or Mister Kidd.
You have been waiting for this chance…you gained your number one contender spot by beating some rather…irrelevant men. Did you really think Jack Gaither or Mohammed Al-Thani were worthy adversaries for what will be Death’s title?
Destroy the technician…
Yes…we shall do this. I have watched you wrestle, Nighthawk. You excel in this area. But even the self-proclaimed “best wrestler in the world” must know that wrestling alone will win you this match. You must be ready to destroy your opponents! You must make sure that they will not be able to walk, let alone climb that ladder.
This ladder match is simply the end of the first chapter of our time here in this company. And it will end with my monster as champion!
Kill his spirit…
I admire your talent, your heart. But it will all be crushed at the hands my monster and his father, your god – Jebediah Crowe. I hope you have prepared for this battle, Nighthawk, because you will not be walking out of this match the same. You will be left with battle scars that you will be forced to bear for the rest of your life.
Are you ready to face your Death?
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Death looks at the burns in his palms that he now wears with him since the days of his training with Jebediah Crowe. He tries to remember the pain that he felt with them, but he simply can’t even remember what pain feels like. The training he went through…it was successful. The madman’s lessons ended up paying off. War, Plague, and Fury surround the silent Death.
War
You are going to bring great success to our family, Death.
Fury
You best make sure you cripple each one of them motherfuckers!
Plague stands silent, as he has been falling into silence himself. He had been facing strong discipline from Jebediah Crowe and seemed to be facing struggles from within. Death still preferred to stay away from him, anyways. Plague was a snitch, the man that knocked him off the top of the ladder and down to the bottom.
He did not want to feel that ever again.
Jebediah Crowe
Death…
Crowe enters the living room, walking right up to his creation. He looks around at the other three members of his family, who wait for his command.
Jebediah Crowe
Dismissed…
They obliged, hastily leaving the room to Death and Crowe. Crowe watches his children leave, before turning back to the biggest one of them. Death stared down at the ground, refusing to make eye contact with his leader.
Jebediah Crowe
I am so proud of you…you are everything that I dreamed you would become and then some! This is your moment of glory…you will come out the victor. Death…Curtis…
The sound of his former name, the one that he knew for almost all of his life, seemed to trigger something in Death. He looked up at Crowe, his eyes that of a viper, not just some conniving snake. His eyes screamed power, fear, and destruction.
Death
I no longer claim that cursed name…
Crowe looked into Death’s eyes, but he did not feel fear from them. He felt pleasure, seeing that Death had truly been converted to the machine he could only believe would come to fruition in his wildest dreams. He smiles, one that is genuine, but one that is sinister.
Jebediah Crowe
My son…you are ready…
Crowe places his hand on the shoulder of Death, rubbing over the scars, the punishment that he took on his road to infamy. Curtis Dawson truly was dead. And the man that was left was a monster – someone that looked to create destruction wherever he walked. He was Crowe’s child. He was Death.
Jebediah Crowe
Are you ready for battle?
Death wasted no time in his response.
Death
Yes.
Jebediah Crowe
And do you know how to win?
Death looked at the palms of his hands. The fire that had burned them, that disfigured them – that had tormented him for so long. It was all symbolic. What Curtis Dawson had felt for so long, was what Death was meant to give.
Death
Pain.
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Warren Kidd…
You are just a thorn in our back, aren’t you, Warren? War had the match one, ready to defeat Renee Pleasant! But instead, you interfered. You not only cost War his rightful victory, but you also got yourself pinned. Was that all worth it, Warren? You slipped a victory from the hands of Death, even though you could not pin him.
How long will it take till you understand the “Truth” you fight for are simply lies Judas Aliah has spread into your naïve mind? You simple fool…so young, so promising...
So stupid…
Yes…he truly is…but it matters not! He is going to be facing Death once more! He will be looking at a man…nay…a BEAST that is looking for his revenge! Death, while he has not been pinned, has one blemish on his record. That blemish has come at the hands of you, Mister Kidd. Are you prepared to see that blemished wiped away?
If you want to see the “Truth”, I will show you the Truth! The Truth is…you will be crushed, broken by my monster! You will suffer and you will see that the man you follow has only led you to failure! You are not ready to be a champion! You are not ready to be given such glory!
You are not ready to overcome Death.
Conquer the fools…
I shall, I promise. I will watch Death take his ascension to glory, reaching for that belt! The gold, the power that comes with it – it calls my name. It taunts me, it demands me to take it! It will feed my power…it will appease it. It will be the building block of my path to becoming immortal! I will not allow Warren Kidd or Nighthawk to ruin this opportunity for me! I have deserved this for so long, and Death will finally bring it to me!
Prepare for defeat, you two. It is in your imminent future. There is nothing you can do to change this. If you wish to avoid permanent damages to your bodies, then steer clear from my path. Nighthawk, you will not be able to wrestle your way out of this match…Kidd, your youth and your naïve minded stupidity will be your downfall. Do you understand what I have decreed!?! I will leave Metamorphosis with the Invictus Championship and I will prove to you who your king is!
You must win…
I shall!
You must let me grow…
I shall!
You must let me control you…
I shall.
Death, my monster…my powerful weapon of mass destruction…you have never failed me! I can’t believe that it is finally time for you to show the world you are ready to be a champion…MY champion. That belt, while it has no meaning to you, longs to be placed around the waist of someone who is worthy. You are worthy…I am worthy…bring us home glory!
Power continues to grow…my men continue to show how powerful they truly are. Where they lack in victory, they excel in destruction. Not one man that walks away from me can say they did not fear their life was over…
We must destroy them all!
I know this…I know…but how can we do this? Destruction…violence…they are necessary to bring me the success that I so rightfully deserve. I will hurt anyone, including myself, if they fail to grant me my godliness!
What makes you a god!?!
I am a god…I AM! I have done everything that has been told of me to be placed in the position that I am today! I have assembled my army and I have left destruction in my path! With my men, I have continued to allow my power to grow! It spreads from my skull to the bottom of my toes…and it only can grow stronger!
You are not a god…
Why do you continue to defy? I feed you…I LUST for you! I want you, power. I would do whatever it took to please you…please…tell me what it is that I have to do to make you happy?
Feed me…
I shall!
Create anarchy…
I shall!
Kill…
…I shall…
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
Jebediah Crowe
Move it closer…
Curtis Dawson waves his hand dangerously over a large wax candle, the heat slowly telling him to beware of its pain. Crowe watches Dawson resist moving his hand closer to the flame, feeling the danger that it possesses. He shakes his head, refusing to continue on with Crowe’s lesson any further.
Curtis Dawson
What kind of bullshit is this, Crowe?
Jebediah Crowe
This…”bullshit” is how you are going to become a man that everyone bows down to.
Crowe places his own hand over the candle, under Dawson’s hand. He allows the flame to burn his hand, showing no pain, no emotion from the excessive heat hitting him.
Curtis Dawson
What are you doing!?!
Jebediah Crowe
I am showing you to let go of pain…let go of emotion. They are weaknesses that will only bring you down.
Crowe slides his hand away, as Dawson continues to keep his palm from going any closer to the flame. It was not as easy for him. He still felt emotion. He still felt pain. How could he let go of it like this old man had? It was a rather difficult and nerve wrecking task he was asked to do.
Jebediah Crowe
Closer…
Curtis Dawson
I can’t…
Crowe grabs the wrist of Dawson, pressing it down closer to the candle, causing it to burn the palm of Dawson’s hand. He yells, his scream echoing through the house. He held onto his hand, looking at the flesh that had been burned from the fire.
Curtis Dawson
What the hell is your problem!?!
Jebediah Crowe
My problem? I am merely the solution, son.
Crowe laughs, his eyes growing wide. His eyes looked like the snake that he was. It was one of the first times, and one of the last times that Curtis Dawson would ever look into the eyes of Crowe voluntarily. The man look crazed, off of his rocker. And he was trapped with him, with seemingly no way out.
Jebediah Crowe
What I am going to make you…is a man that people look at and know that they are going to be placed into their own personal hell. You will destroy, you will cause anarchy! You will be…Death.
Curtis Dawson looked into the eyes of Crowe, watching the old man slowly fall back into what seemed to be his calm, lifeless demeanor. He points to the left hand of Dawson, the one that had yet to be burned.
Jebediah Crowe
Place you other hand over the fire…
Dawson stared into the fire. It was painful, it was difficult to bear. This was his first obstacle on his journey to redemption, to power.
He places his left hand over the candle’s fire.
Jebediah Crowe
Closer…
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Nighthawk…
The Man of A Thousand Holds returns for another loss. Aric Hardy forced you out of our lost bout, but this time, it will be Death that forces you out of this one. A ladder…a metal contraption of pure chaos will be wielded by my beast! It surely will not be a pleasant night for you or Mister Kidd.
You have been waiting for this chance…you gained your number one contender spot by beating some rather…irrelevant men. Did you really think Jack Gaither or Mohammed Al-Thani were worthy adversaries for what will be Death’s title?
Destroy the technician…
Yes…we shall do this. I have watched you wrestle, Nighthawk. You excel in this area. But even the self-proclaimed “best wrestler in the world” must know that wrestling alone will win you this match. You must be ready to destroy your opponents! You must make sure that they will not be able to walk, let alone climb that ladder.
This ladder match is simply the end of the first chapter of our time here in this company. And it will end with my monster as champion!
Kill his spirit…
I admire your talent, your heart. But it will all be crushed at the hands my monster and his father, your god – Jebediah Crowe. I hope you have prepared for this battle, Nighthawk, because you will not be walking out of this match the same. You will be left with battle scars that you will be forced to bear for the rest of your life.
Are you ready to face your Death?
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
Death looks at the burns in his palms that he now wears with him since the days of his training with Jebediah Crowe. He tries to remember the pain that he felt with them, but he simply can’t even remember what pain feels like. The training he went through…it was successful. The madman’s lessons ended up paying off. War, Plague, and Fury surround the silent Death.
War
You are going to bring great success to our family, Death.
Fury
You best make sure you cripple each one of them motherfuckers!
Plague stands silent, as he has been falling into silence himself. He had been facing strong discipline from Jebediah Crowe and seemed to be facing struggles from within. Death still preferred to stay away from him, anyways. Plague was a snitch, the man that knocked him off the top of the ladder and down to the bottom.
He did not want to feel that ever again.
Jebediah Crowe
Death…
Crowe enters the living room, walking right up to his creation. He looks around at the other three members of his family, who wait for his command.
Jebediah Crowe
Dismissed…
They obliged, hastily leaving the room to Death and Crowe. Crowe watches his children leave, before turning back to the biggest one of them. Death stared down at the ground, refusing to make eye contact with his leader.
Jebediah Crowe
I am so proud of you…you are everything that I dreamed you would become and then some! This is your moment of glory…you will come out the victor. Death…Curtis…
The sound of his former name, the one that he knew for almost all of his life, seemed to trigger something in Death. He looked up at Crowe, his eyes that of a viper, not just some conniving snake. His eyes screamed power, fear, and destruction.
Death
I no longer claim that cursed name…
Crowe looked into Death’s eyes, but he did not feel fear from them. He felt pleasure, seeing that Death had truly been converted to the machine he could only believe would come to fruition in his wildest dreams. He smiles, one that is genuine, but one that is sinister.
Jebediah Crowe
My son…you are ready…
Crowe places his hand on the shoulder of Death, rubbing over the scars, the punishment that he took on his road to infamy. Curtis Dawson truly was dead. And the man that was left was a monster – someone that looked to create destruction wherever he walked. He was Crowe’s child. He was Death.
Jebediah Crowe
Are you ready for battle?
Death wasted no time in his response.
Death
Yes.
Jebediah Crowe
And do you know how to win?
Death looked at the palms of his hands. The fire that had burned them, that disfigured them – that had tormented him for so long. It was all symbolic. What Curtis Dawson had felt for so long, was what Death was meant to give.
Death
Pain.
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Warren Kidd…
You are just a thorn in our back, aren’t you, Warren? War had the match one, ready to defeat Renee Pleasant! But instead, you interfered. You not only cost War his rightful victory, but you also got yourself pinned. Was that all worth it, Warren? You slipped a victory from the hands of Death, even though you could not pin him.
How long will it take till you understand the “Truth” you fight for are simply lies Judas Aliah has spread into your naïve mind? You simple fool…so young, so promising...
So stupid…
Yes…he truly is…but it matters not! He is going to be facing Death once more! He will be looking at a man…nay…a BEAST that is looking for his revenge! Death, while he has not been pinned, has one blemish on his record. That blemish has come at the hands of you, Mister Kidd. Are you prepared to see that blemished wiped away?
If you want to see the “Truth”, I will show you the Truth! The Truth is…you will be crushed, broken by my monster! You will suffer and you will see that the man you follow has only led you to failure! You are not ready to be a champion! You are not ready to be given such glory!
You are not ready to overcome Death.
Conquer the fools…
I shall, I promise. I will watch Death take his ascension to glory, reaching for that belt! The gold, the power that comes with it – it calls my name. It taunts me, it demands me to take it! It will feed my power…it will appease it. It will be the building block of my path to becoming immortal! I will not allow Warren Kidd or Nighthawk to ruin this opportunity for me! I have deserved this for so long, and Death will finally bring it to me!
Prepare for defeat, you two. It is in your imminent future. There is nothing you can do to change this. If you wish to avoid permanent damages to your bodies, then steer clear from my path. Nighthawk, you will not be able to wrestle your way out of this match…Kidd, your youth and your naïve minded stupidity will be your downfall. Do you understand what I have decreed!?! I will leave Metamorphosis with the Invictus Championship and I will prove to you who your king is!
You must win…
I shall!
You must let me grow…
I shall!
You must let me control you…
I shall.
Well howdy there pardner.