Post by Reaper on Jan 22, 2010 21:47:13 GMT -6
The shot opens up to a darkened room with a light gently swinging back and forth. As the shot pans down a little we see a man with his head down in a chair. He appears to be tied up in the chair. Two figures step into the scene on either side of the man. The two men are easily recognizable as Soul Reaper and Cyanide. They both appear to be pleased but also with bad intentions in mind.
Reaper: You know, over the past few years, things have come up that quite frankly wanted me to go back to my old ways. But then, something happens and all of a sudden, those thoughts just went away. Just fell out of my mind as if it weren't anything important at all. Well now, things have started to get a little topsy turvy, and I just can't let it go anymore. It started with Vincent Matthews, a cryptic guy and yet at the same time a guy that is a mastermind in his own right. Why take that away from him? The way he's planned out this take over and the way he was able to actually make his plan work was just outstanding...it was. The problem is, if I hadn't been screwing around and not keeping my eyes on the prize, his little feeble plan would never have even gotten off the ground. So, I blame myself. Its my fault that Vincent Matthews has gotten his pathetic little group into the top position of this company. I'll take the blame for handing him the Texas Title on a silver platter. I also will be responsible for letting those idiots take advantage of this broken SNW system and take our Tag Titles away.
Cyanide:Wait a minute, you can't just blame yourself for that one. It was partially my fault for not stepping in and stopping this problem as well. But in typical fashion, Insurgence has gotten everything they wanted and just turned a blind eye to the fact that dealing with Death Sentence isn't easy. When we play, we play for keeps, so thats why we kept a little keepsake from our little altercation last week. He just couldn't get out of the our way fast enough and so we dropped him as a message to you that one by one you're all going down. Mykey... hey little Mykey... wake up, its time for school...
Myke Rhines:ugh... unhhh... uhh.. muffled screams and struggling
Cyanide:Oh damn, I forgot about the duct tape. Let me just get that for ya big guy. rips the duct tape from Myke's mouth
Myke Rhines: screams loudly in pain You SONS OF BITCHES!! When I get out of here you assholes are gonna pay for this!
Reaper: Now, now Mykey... thats no way to treat your hosts. And if you thought the duct tape over your mouth was bad, you're seriously gonna hate what we've done with your back... and its locks of hair. Oh and just in case you thought you were going to find some way to talk your way out of it, well thats not how we operate chief.
Myke Rhines: And what do you expect this to do exactly? Is this supposed to scare Insurgence? Strike fear in our hearts when we've already beaten you?
Cyanide: No Mr. Rhines, we know that the Insurgence as a whole isn't that smart collectively. No, this one is just for you. Funny how your little group just left you there and didn't even bother to save you. Also, after having both you and and your phone in our possession its also interesting that none of them even bothered to get ahold of you to see how you are. And these photos of Jade cahnging from what I can only assume is the inside of her closet are probably going to cause you a little bit of grief. Another story for another day I suppose. But even that tongue lashing will seem like a nice relaxing day on the beach compared to what we've got in store for you.
Myke Rhines: What... Why.. Why me? This doesn't serve any purpose! GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY SHIRT YOU BASTARD!
Reaper begins to tear away at the back of Myke Rhines shirt exposing the hairy, duct taped back. They begin to laugh a little bit at Rhines discomfort.
Cyanide: Don't worry Rhines, this will all be over quickly. But sadly for you this is just part one. Maybe next will break your fingers...or maybe we'll just peel off your toe nails. So many options.
Myke Rhines: No! LEAVE ME A.... he's cutoff as Cyanide puts the tape back over his mouth and he screams but its only muffled.
Reaper: So Insurgence, we know that this doesn't exactly scare you. But that wasn't our point. Its just a simple message. This is step one, our metamorphasis is on its way. You've never seen us at our worst, kids. Marcus, you want to call us silly Gotham City characters but theres one thing that differs between them and us. We're real people with real agendas while they were just characters in a comic book and in movies. They only made you think "What if that happened," while we will make you hope and pray and wish that we don't show up at your doorstep looking for you. And Sam, you want to talk about throwing a brush back pitch to "put us in our place," but junior, you're gonna have to throw it in my strikezone sooner or later and when that happens I'm blasting that pitch into the next county. Lastly, Vincent.. Vin, you want to compare yourself in some small way to that popular group from the good ole days... but heres the scoop. Even IF you were close to that group, you bunch of punks would be the "B team," you know, the Vincents, the Mike Rotundas, the Horaces. And when your plan of domination is finally put to rest by Death Sentence, you'll see that our words are no lie.. its the COLD, HARD... TRUTH! This is only the beginning, we'll see you in the ring and don't worry, we'll bring whats left of Rhines with us so you can have his remains. See you soon.
Reaper gives an Evil smirk and then turns to Cyanide and gives him nod. Cyanide goes around to the taped back of Rhines and grabs a piece. Reaper also grabs a piece and the shot zooms in on Rhines face. We hear the unmistakeable sound of take being ripped off of flesh and Rhines eyes go wide and his screams are muffled by his taped mouth. We here Death Sentence laughing manically as the shot goes to black.
EDIT: Fixed broken tags
Reaper: You know, over the past few years, things have come up that quite frankly wanted me to go back to my old ways. But then, something happens and all of a sudden, those thoughts just went away. Just fell out of my mind as if it weren't anything important at all. Well now, things have started to get a little topsy turvy, and I just can't let it go anymore. It started with Vincent Matthews, a cryptic guy and yet at the same time a guy that is a mastermind in his own right. Why take that away from him? The way he's planned out this take over and the way he was able to actually make his plan work was just outstanding...it was. The problem is, if I hadn't been screwing around and not keeping my eyes on the prize, his little feeble plan would never have even gotten off the ground. So, I blame myself. Its my fault that Vincent Matthews has gotten his pathetic little group into the top position of this company. I'll take the blame for handing him the Texas Title on a silver platter. I also will be responsible for letting those idiots take advantage of this broken SNW system and take our Tag Titles away.
Cyanide:Wait a minute, you can't just blame yourself for that one. It was partially my fault for not stepping in and stopping this problem as well. But in typical fashion, Insurgence has gotten everything they wanted and just turned a blind eye to the fact that dealing with Death Sentence isn't easy. When we play, we play for keeps, so thats why we kept a little keepsake from our little altercation last week. He just couldn't get out of the our way fast enough and so we dropped him as a message to you that one by one you're all going down. Mykey... hey little Mykey... wake up, its time for school...
Myke Rhines:ugh... unhhh... uhh.. muffled screams and struggling
Cyanide:Oh damn, I forgot about the duct tape. Let me just get that for ya big guy. rips the duct tape from Myke's mouth
Myke Rhines: screams loudly in pain You SONS OF BITCHES!! When I get out of here you assholes are gonna pay for this!
Reaper: Now, now Mykey... thats no way to treat your hosts. And if you thought the duct tape over your mouth was bad, you're seriously gonna hate what we've done with your back... and its locks of hair. Oh and just in case you thought you were going to find some way to talk your way out of it, well thats not how we operate chief.
Myke Rhines: And what do you expect this to do exactly? Is this supposed to scare Insurgence? Strike fear in our hearts when we've already beaten you?
Cyanide: No Mr. Rhines, we know that the Insurgence as a whole isn't that smart collectively. No, this one is just for you. Funny how your little group just left you there and didn't even bother to save you. Also, after having both you and and your phone in our possession its also interesting that none of them even bothered to get ahold of you to see how you are. And these photos of Jade cahnging from what I can only assume is the inside of her closet are probably going to cause you a little bit of grief. Another story for another day I suppose. But even that tongue lashing will seem like a nice relaxing day on the beach compared to what we've got in store for you.
Myke Rhines: What... Why.. Why me? This doesn't serve any purpose! GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY SHIRT YOU BASTARD!
Reaper begins to tear away at the back of Myke Rhines shirt exposing the hairy, duct taped back. They begin to laugh a little bit at Rhines discomfort.
Cyanide: Don't worry Rhines, this will all be over quickly. But sadly for you this is just part one. Maybe next will break your fingers...or maybe we'll just peel off your toe nails. So many options.
Myke Rhines: No! LEAVE ME A.... he's cutoff as Cyanide puts the tape back over his mouth and he screams but its only muffled.
Reaper: So Insurgence, we know that this doesn't exactly scare you. But that wasn't our point. Its just a simple message. This is step one, our metamorphasis is on its way. You've never seen us at our worst, kids. Marcus, you want to call us silly Gotham City characters but theres one thing that differs between them and us. We're real people with real agendas while they were just characters in a comic book and in movies. They only made you think "What if that happened," while we will make you hope and pray and wish that we don't show up at your doorstep looking for you. And Sam, you want to talk about throwing a brush back pitch to "put us in our place," but junior, you're gonna have to throw it in my strikezone sooner or later and when that happens I'm blasting that pitch into the next county. Lastly, Vincent.. Vin, you want to compare yourself in some small way to that popular group from the good ole days... but heres the scoop. Even IF you were close to that group, you bunch of punks would be the "B team," you know, the Vincents, the Mike Rotundas, the Horaces. And when your plan of domination is finally put to rest by Death Sentence, you'll see that our words are no lie.. its the COLD, HARD... TRUTH! This is only the beginning, we'll see you in the ring and don't worry, we'll bring whats left of Rhines with us so you can have his remains. See you soon.
Reaper gives an Evil smirk and then turns to Cyanide and gives him nod. Cyanide goes around to the taped back of Rhines and grabs a piece. Reaper also grabs a piece and the shot zooms in on Rhines face. We hear the unmistakeable sound of take being ripped off of flesh and Rhines eyes go wide and his screams are muffled by his taped mouth. We here Death Sentence laughing manically as the shot goes to black.
EDIT: Fixed broken tags
