Post by Deleted on Feb 6, 2017 17:37:29 GMT -5
The scene opens to a run down, gothic-like castle late at night. Bricks are falling away, battlements have seen better days and wolves are howling. Are we in Transylvania? We could very well be. Are we in Bram Stoker’s ‘Dracula’ novel? Well no. We can’t be in a book. Regardless, we cut to a darkened room lit by a few candles. Two men are inside, the first a short chubby man is sat on a long, elegant couch.
He looks like he’s pleading almost with the second. A tall man with shoulder length black hair – is sat behind a stone desk on a very expensive looking chair – almost like a throne. It has intricate and exquisite carvings on it, plushed out with velvet cushioning. A black husky that is taller and more muscular than any other of the breed is sat next to the man on the throne growling at the chubby man. The tall man speaks after a long silence and strokes his pet.
Morbidus: Hush Garmr. It is Judas, you know him. He can’t help it if he makes some stupid comments.
The dog immediately stops growling and the taller man stands up to walk over to his cohort.
Morbidus: I said no.
Judas: But Robert, people like you… they don’t retire. I know you have been out of the wrestling scene for a few years but this ‘OCW’ has some ripe feasting to be done. Are you not hungry? We could cleanse OCW like we did federations past. Imagine the power Robert. The power!
Morbidus ponders for a few seconds and stands facing a fireplace. His arm on the mantle.
Morbidus: I do require a feed…Tell me of this new federation. Quickly.
Judas brushes an evil smile across his face.
Judas: In Key West Florida, United States…there lies a federation called OCW – Online Championship Wrestling. It was closed a few years ago, but is open again under new – perhaps easily manipulated – management. My sources indicate that *they* are there, Robert.
Morbidus quickly spins to face Judas.
Morbidus: They?!
Judas: Indeed, The Dravers Twins.
Morbidus: This changes things. Judas, secure a plane to Florida immediately. I will feed in a massacre at this new federation –
Judas interrupts.
Judas: - Actually you will. Their weekly show is called Massacre…
Morbidus: How quaint. Well first I feed on whoever is stupid enough to face a man with the blood of 2000 warriors coursing through his veins. Then… Then I will deal with the twins…
Morbidus grabs a gold goblet from his table and drinks from it. Red liquid rolls down his chin as he stares into the camera like a hawk. We fade out to the sound of howling wolves.
All that flashes on screen then in blood red writing is ‘HE IS COMING TO OCW!’
He looks like he’s pleading almost with the second. A tall man with shoulder length black hair – is sat behind a stone desk on a very expensive looking chair – almost like a throne. It has intricate and exquisite carvings on it, plushed out with velvet cushioning. A black husky that is taller and more muscular than any other of the breed is sat next to the man on the throne growling at the chubby man. The tall man speaks after a long silence and strokes his pet.
Morbidus: Hush Garmr. It is Judas, you know him. He can’t help it if he makes some stupid comments.
The dog immediately stops growling and the taller man stands up to walk over to his cohort.
Morbidus: I said no.
Judas: But Robert, people like you… they don’t retire. I know you have been out of the wrestling scene for a few years but this ‘OCW’ has some ripe feasting to be done. Are you not hungry? We could cleanse OCW like we did federations past. Imagine the power Robert. The power!
Morbidus ponders for a few seconds and stands facing a fireplace. His arm on the mantle.
Morbidus: I do require a feed…Tell me of this new federation. Quickly.
Judas brushes an evil smile across his face.
Judas: In Key West Florida, United States…there lies a federation called OCW – Online Championship Wrestling. It was closed a few years ago, but is open again under new – perhaps easily manipulated – management. My sources indicate that *they* are there, Robert.
Morbidus quickly spins to face Judas.
Morbidus: They?!
Judas: Indeed, The Dravers Twins.
Morbidus: This changes things. Judas, secure a plane to Florida immediately. I will feed in a massacre at this new federation –
Judas interrupts.
Judas: - Actually you will. Their weekly show is called Massacre…
Morbidus: How quaint. Well first I feed on whoever is stupid enough to face a man with the blood of 2000 warriors coursing through his veins. Then… Then I will deal with the twins…
Morbidus grabs a gold goblet from his table and drinks from it. Red liquid rolls down his chin as he stares into the camera like a hawk. We fade out to the sound of howling wolves.
All that flashes on screen then in blood red writing is ‘HE IS COMING TO OCW!’