Post by Ankh on Aug 19, 2011 15:42:01 GMT -5
Our scene opens on a dimly lit room room. The camera pans across the room finding the only light source, a television. The forty-two inch LED Vizio lights the room as footage from the August thirteenth episode of Saturday Night's Main Event. Two men are seen battling on the screen with anything they can get their hands on. One is a man in all white, his body covered in scars. The other man is in a pair of black tights, a matching shirt, and a black mask with a silver dragon's face up on it. The camera becomes enthralled in the match on the screen as the two warriors rip each other apart. The match concludes as the man in white drives his opponent through a table with the LSD Driver. As the two men lay in the midst of the rubble, covered in their own blood, the picture pauses.
A close up of the masked man is frozen on the screen with blood running out from under his mask. Disturbed by the still frame of the man now known as Bearded Dragon the pans out to reveal a figure sitting in a black leather lounge chair with it's back turned to the camera. The figures gaze transfixed upon the still image of the bleeding superstar. The camera moves to approach the chair, but is instantly stopped as the figure begins to speak.
??: A symphony of destruction is what we expected from you Mr. White, and we were left wanting. This joke wrestler Bearded Dragon almost vanquished you, you the self proclaimed "Hardcore Messiah". Mr. White, there will come a time when we shall do battle on the extreme battlefield and on that day you will have to succumb to your darker side to compete on our level. You will have to extinguish the light in your soul or we shall do it for you. Dante, you claim to worship the Raven as your personal god and that you will take him from me. Dante, when the day comes that we do battle we shall see who truly deserves the Raven when we purify you just as Scott Levy did to me.
The camera now edges around the chair revealing Jacob Jones. Jones is in his black Oxford button-down and matching Gucci dress pants. Jacob slouches into the chair cringing in pain as the memories of his gruesome match with Scott Levy flash through his conscious mind. Jones slowly raises his right hand to brush is black and red hair out of his face. His hand trembles as he raises the left and proceeds to massage his temples trying to get the images from his head. Jones raises his head, wearily gazing into the camera.
Jones: Mr. White, our time will come soon enough, but on this night we must slay the Bearded Dragon. Dragon, we know very little about you and against any other opponent this would be to your advantage. However, with us I'm afraid it is quite the opposite because now we care nothing for your safety and will do whatever we please to slay you on the field of battle. You will feel pain that you cannot predict. We shall torture you physically and torment you mentally. Dragon, you will bleed from your every orifice. Dragon, no matter how good you appear to be, we are better. Tonight, you are in our playground. Leave your sanity behind or you shall never survive. For in our playground those whom sanity has abandoned thrive and those whom it maintains shall fall. We lost our sanity at Seven Deadly Sins. When will you lose yours? You call yourself the "Mind Bending Amish" and while your abilities got you here. Ours will drive you away. Once again we walk into the Valley of Extreme and after our last battle's failure, we are not alone.
Jones begins to laugh quietly as we hear footsteps approaching. Jacob's laughs grow steadily louder until a hand is placed on his shoulder. Jones smiles strangely as the camera pans up the arm to revealing a gold Rolex and a black pinstripe suit before revealing the face of the owner.
Heyman: Welcome home my child, your Extreme Messiah has returned to guide you into the Valley of Extreme once more.
Jones: So it was written, so it shall come to pass.
Jones/Heyman: Quote the Raven, Nevermore.
Heyman's face curls into his tradmark sinister grin as he grasps Jones shoulder with his right hand. Jones looks up at his Extreme father and smiles as the scene fades to black.
A close up of the masked man is frozen on the screen with blood running out from under his mask. Disturbed by the still frame of the man now known as Bearded Dragon the pans out to reveal a figure sitting in a black leather lounge chair with it's back turned to the camera. The figures gaze transfixed upon the still image of the bleeding superstar. The camera moves to approach the chair, but is instantly stopped as the figure begins to speak.
??: A symphony of destruction is what we expected from you Mr. White, and we were left wanting. This joke wrestler Bearded Dragon almost vanquished you, you the self proclaimed "Hardcore Messiah". Mr. White, there will come a time when we shall do battle on the extreme battlefield and on that day you will have to succumb to your darker side to compete on our level. You will have to extinguish the light in your soul or we shall do it for you. Dante, you claim to worship the Raven as your personal god and that you will take him from me. Dante, when the day comes that we do battle we shall see who truly deserves the Raven when we purify you just as Scott Levy did to me.
The camera now edges around the chair revealing Jacob Jones. Jones is in his black Oxford button-down and matching Gucci dress pants. Jacob slouches into the chair cringing in pain as the memories of his gruesome match with Scott Levy flash through his conscious mind. Jones slowly raises his right hand to brush is black and red hair out of his face. His hand trembles as he raises the left and proceeds to massage his temples trying to get the images from his head. Jones raises his head, wearily gazing into the camera.
Jones: Mr. White, our time will come soon enough, but on this night we must slay the Bearded Dragon. Dragon, we know very little about you and against any other opponent this would be to your advantage. However, with us I'm afraid it is quite the opposite because now we care nothing for your safety and will do whatever we please to slay you on the field of battle. You will feel pain that you cannot predict. We shall torture you physically and torment you mentally. Dragon, you will bleed from your every orifice. Dragon, no matter how good you appear to be, we are better. Tonight, you are in our playground. Leave your sanity behind or you shall never survive. For in our playground those whom sanity has abandoned thrive and those whom it maintains shall fall. We lost our sanity at Seven Deadly Sins. When will you lose yours? You call yourself the "Mind Bending Amish" and while your abilities got you here. Ours will drive you away. Once again we walk into the Valley of Extreme and after our last battle's failure, we are not alone.
Jones begins to laugh quietly as we hear footsteps approaching. Jacob's laughs grow steadily louder until a hand is placed on his shoulder. Jones smiles strangely as the camera pans up the arm to revealing a gold Rolex and a black pinstripe suit before revealing the face of the owner.
Heyman: Welcome home my child, your Extreme Messiah has returned to guide you into the Valley of Extreme once more.
Jones: So it was written, so it shall come to pass.
Jones/Heyman: Quote the Raven, Nevermore.
Heyman's face curls into his tradmark sinister grin as he grasps Jones shoulder with his right hand. Jones looks up at his Extreme father and smiles as the scene fades to black.