Post by blackhart on Sept 5, 2010 21:13:23 GMT -5
[.Static.]
The static clears as a fuzzy scene forms. Clarity comes in and through the cameras eye you can read newspapers clippings, crime scene photos. Abductions, murders, arson, those are the main words that strike out the most. Bloody photos also creep in as the camera moves down what seems to be a board. Panning aside we see a long hallway, dark and slender. Lights flicker, like a horror house, as the camera crew ascends farther inward, moans and groans enter the audio. It's the one noise that goes over the creaking of the floorboards. Why is the UGWC camera crew in such a seedy environment? Finally they have came to a door. The door looks that of oak, with a brass handle.Rustling can be heard and a figure comes behind behind the crew, to the door. It was the familiar face of Jason Reeves! But the UGWC interview has a stern and worried look on his face. Like he knows what is behind the oak door.
J.R: (whispering) Did you guys see the graveyard in the back?
Someone behind the camera whispered 'yes' in response. Reeves' eyes bit his bottom lip and scanned the hallway quickly.
J.R: Guys I'm from Missouri and I remember hearing stories about this place. I pray it's not who-
Before Jason could finish his thought out loud, the door creeps open. A brilliant light emerges into the darkness, temporarily blinding the camera lens. A large shadow steps into the light. The shadow turns into a human face... or what should be. Ghostly pale, scarred, rigid, long hair and attire fit for an executioner. The ghastly looking man doesn't say a word and stares a burning look at the camera. In the corner of the screen you can see the intimidated Jason Reeves quiver. Finally the monster steps aside and opens the oak door fully.
This room was by far more beautiful than the hallway its led from. Scarlet red rug on egg white carpet. Union gray silhouettes on the windows meet soft sunlight yellow walls. The carpet turns at a 90 degree angle as the camera crew and Jason Reeves walk. The new direction needs to a throne. Golden with velvet seating, a lone man sits on the it. Dressed in a celebration robe worn by European royalty before the Renaissance is an unknown face to UGWC television. Pale, but not as pale as the monster who let them in. The man rises, he had a thin frame but an aura of power feeds off him. The camera sees the man has two eye color- one white, one black. For the first time on UGWC television, it is the Unholy Pope himself, Osirus Blackhart.
O.B: Do you know who I am?
Jason Reeves comes into the picture with a microphone. He uneasily gets closer to the Unholy Pope.
J.R: Y-Yes. You are the Wacko of Windsor, the Lee's Summit Lunatic.
The monstrous man comes storming in, and a frightened Reeves gives a yelp. Osirus steps up and the man backs, like a well trained pitbull.
O.B: Down DarkBain! This reporter obviously has done his research on me. If he's gone to the trouble, then we should let him finish giving me that glorious introduction.
J.R: You are Osirus Blackhart, former AWF hardcore champion, inventor of the Hangman's Match and founding member of PHE's Unholy Alliance.
O.B: You have forgotten multiple world champion, benefactor to several key politicians, but that is forgivable. How can mortals remember all the accomplishments of gods?
J.R: Benefactors? To who?
Osirus sighs.
O.B: I suppose it's time I've broken my silence. All I will say for now... Glenn Beck doesn't need to be looking as far as Georges Sorros. He should look more- domestic.
J.R: What do you mean?
O.B: All in due time. I understand UGWC has given me a short time?
J.R: Yes sir. They never heard of you.
O.B: NEVER HEARD OF ME!? OSIRUS FUCKING BLACKHART!?
The monster known as DarkBain gives a wookie-like scream.
J.R: I thought he could talk. What's wrong with your bodyguard?
O.B: He got snappy at me so I cut his tongue out.
Reeves quickly covers his mouth.
O.B: Good boy. I suppose you want to know what made DarkBain... him?
Reeves nods quickly.
O.B: Quite understandable, he is a fascinating creature. Once a priest trying to bless the entrance of hell in Latin America... Mount something or other... He fell in. The locals freaked out and then DarkBain crawled out of the hole. Unsure if it's still the priest or if the priest was a virgin sacrifice.
J.R: That's...
O.B: Enough about him. It's time to issue a warning to all of the United Global Wrestling Coalition. There is a new coalition in your midst. A new era has taken place. I am Osirus Blackhart, the Unholy Pope. I have finally returned from my long absence.
J.R: Was it because of the sick beat down you sustained in GWA by Poison and her goons?
Osirus glared at Reeves who leaped back.
O.B: If you ever interrupt me again I will personally rip out your tongue like I did to my own bodyguard! You know what happens to wrestling promotions when I sign that contract? I OWN THEM! It becomes mine! I mold it into whatever I want and if it pleases me I'll keep it around. I'm not named after the God of the Afterlife because it sounds cute! This is your one warning, UGWC... This is my one unholy decree. I shall be the one who nails you to the cross you bear.
Osirus sits down on his throne. DarkBain comes into the picture like an obedient dog. The scene slowly fades out. Osirus Blackhart has came to UGWC, who will answer his challenge? Will anyone join his unholy cause? Did he really rip DarkBain's tongue out? Questions will be answered next time on UGWC TV!
[.Static.]
The static clears as a fuzzy scene forms. Clarity comes in and through the cameras eye you can read newspapers clippings, crime scene photos. Abductions, murders, arson, those are the main words that strike out the most. Bloody photos also creep in as the camera moves down what seems to be a board. Panning aside we see a long hallway, dark and slender. Lights flicker, like a horror house, as the camera crew ascends farther inward, moans and groans enter the audio. It's the one noise that goes over the creaking of the floorboards. Why is the UGWC camera crew in such a seedy environment? Finally they have came to a door. The door looks that of oak, with a brass handle.Rustling can be heard and a figure comes behind behind the crew, to the door. It was the familiar face of Jason Reeves! But the UGWC interview has a stern and worried look on his face. Like he knows what is behind the oak door.
J.R: (whispering) Did you guys see the graveyard in the back?
Someone behind the camera whispered 'yes' in response. Reeves' eyes bit his bottom lip and scanned the hallway quickly.
J.R: Guys I'm from Missouri and I remember hearing stories about this place. I pray it's not who-
Before Jason could finish his thought out loud, the door creeps open. A brilliant light emerges into the darkness, temporarily blinding the camera lens. A large shadow steps into the light. The shadow turns into a human face... or what should be. Ghostly pale, scarred, rigid, long hair and attire fit for an executioner. The ghastly looking man doesn't say a word and stares a burning look at the camera. In the corner of the screen you can see the intimidated Jason Reeves quiver. Finally the monster steps aside and opens the oak door fully.
This room was by far more beautiful than the hallway its led from. Scarlet red rug on egg white carpet. Union gray silhouettes on the windows meet soft sunlight yellow walls. The carpet turns at a 90 degree angle as the camera crew and Jason Reeves walk. The new direction needs to a throne. Golden with velvet seating, a lone man sits on the it. Dressed in a celebration robe worn by European royalty before the Renaissance is an unknown face to UGWC television. Pale, but not as pale as the monster who let them in. The man rises, he had a thin frame but an aura of power feeds off him. The camera sees the man has two eye color- one white, one black. For the first time on UGWC television, it is the Unholy Pope himself, Osirus Blackhart.
O.B: Do you know who I am?
Jason Reeves comes into the picture with a microphone. He uneasily gets closer to the Unholy Pope.
J.R: Y-Yes. You are the Wacko of Windsor, the Lee's Summit Lunatic.
The monstrous man comes storming in, and a frightened Reeves gives a yelp. Osirus steps up and the man backs, like a well trained pitbull.
O.B: Down DarkBain! This reporter obviously has done his research on me. If he's gone to the trouble, then we should let him finish giving me that glorious introduction.
J.R: You are Osirus Blackhart, former AWF hardcore champion, inventor of the Hangman's Match and founding member of PHE's Unholy Alliance.
O.B: You have forgotten multiple world champion, benefactor to several key politicians, but that is forgivable. How can mortals remember all the accomplishments of gods?
J.R: Benefactors? To who?
Osirus sighs.
O.B: I suppose it's time I've broken my silence. All I will say for now... Glenn Beck doesn't need to be looking as far as Georges Sorros. He should look more- domestic.
J.R: What do you mean?
O.B: All in due time. I understand UGWC has given me a short time?
J.R: Yes sir. They never heard of you.
O.B: NEVER HEARD OF ME!? OSIRUS FUCKING BLACKHART!?
The monster known as DarkBain gives a wookie-like scream.
J.R: I thought he could talk. What's wrong with your bodyguard?
O.B: He got snappy at me so I cut his tongue out.
Reeves quickly covers his mouth.
O.B: Good boy. I suppose you want to know what made DarkBain... him?
Reeves nods quickly.
O.B: Quite understandable, he is a fascinating creature. Once a priest trying to bless the entrance of hell in Latin America... Mount something or other... He fell in. The locals freaked out and then DarkBain crawled out of the hole. Unsure if it's still the priest or if the priest was a virgin sacrifice.
J.R: That's...
O.B: Enough about him. It's time to issue a warning to all of the United Global Wrestling Coalition. There is a new coalition in your midst. A new era has taken place. I am Osirus Blackhart, the Unholy Pope. I have finally returned from my long absence.
J.R: Was it because of the sick beat down you sustained in GWA by Poison and her goons?
Osirus glared at Reeves who leaped back.
O.B: If you ever interrupt me again I will personally rip out your tongue like I did to my own bodyguard! You know what happens to wrestling promotions when I sign that contract? I OWN THEM! It becomes mine! I mold it into whatever I want and if it pleases me I'll keep it around. I'm not named after the God of the Afterlife because it sounds cute! This is your one warning, UGWC... This is my one unholy decree. I shall be the one who nails you to the cross you bear.
Osirus sits down on his throne. DarkBain comes into the picture like an obedient dog. The scene slowly fades out. Osirus Blackhart has came to UGWC, who will answer his challenge? Will anyone join his unholy cause? Did he really rip DarkBain's tongue out? Questions will be answered next time on UGWC TV!
[.Static.]
I miss him.
