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Post by Dreamscape on Feb 16, 2016 1:29:24 GMT -5
Think I'ma repalce Hiptoss with LIFTING SITOUT DOUBLE UNDERHOOK FACEBUSTER
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Post by Dreamscape on Jan 23, 2016 8:31:51 GMT -5
I stayed getting into trouble growing up. Problem child I guess. When I first got locked up and sent to juvi for the summer the judge told me it was probably cause I was a orphan. He knew my father and basically told me I was cut from the same cloth. Wasn't gonna be shit. Wasn't gonna amount to much. Fuck him. He didn't know me. He didn't know anything about me. I'm not my father. He's no father of mine. He was just a sperm donor who I didn't care to bother in thanking him for shooting his seed in my mom to make me.
I didn't get into the club until I was like nineteen. Mike wasn't tryna let some punk kid in his charter no matter who my father was. That's what I thought at first but turns out it was a club rule. Couldn't get in the club till I was old enough. I could of got in the moment I turned eighteen but Mike told me I had to graduate high school first. Guess he was tryna look out for me or whatever. I'm twenty four now so I been in the club for a while now. I did my dirt. I did a couple stints in county cause of some of the shit I did. Wouldn't of went if I wasn't stupid and got caught. Oh well. Can't say the shit wasn't fun.
I normally work at this bakery the club uses as a front, Ralph's Bakery. Yeah...Like somebody actually wants to buy a cake from a guy named Ralph. Actually the food ain't too bad to be perfectly honest. Yes. We actually do bake stuff. I don't, I just take the orders to keep up appearances and what not. This guy Ralph and his wife are actually the ones who cook. Ralph was Mike's brother in-law. Was he a Reaper? Of course. Why wouldn't he be? That's what went on up front. The real club stuff went on the upper levels. That's where I was today just hanging around keeping to myself as usual. Looking at this damn LDFC contract.
Still can’t believe I actually printed this shit out. Is this really a route I want to take right now? I shrugged my shoulders and stopped being a bitch about it. Picked up a pin and started filling the damn thing out. Maybe it could be something to keep me the hell out of trouble...Psh..Yeah right. Knowing me it’ll just be something else to fuck up. I don’t care. If those other dudes can dabble into some shit like this why can’t I? Hell that Perrello guy signed to MLC.
“What’s that, Wolfy?”
I looked up from the contract after I heard Mike’s voice. He looked down at the piece of paper and my first intention was to hide it from him but he’s my President. I can’t hide anything away from him. Not this anyways.
“Some wrestling school or whatever out in Carolina. Thinking bout signing up for it.”
Mike looked at me like he didn’t believe me at first then a smile crept on his face.
“First Winters and them boys..And now you, huh? Look, you can finish that later. I need you to do something for me.”
Of course he did...I was always the one to go and do “something” for em. I didn’t mind. I enjoyed doing these sort of things. Gave me something to do. I sat down the pen and grabbed my leather jacket. “What is it?”
“It’s this kid at the University. Been throwing these parties and ain’t paid up for the goods. Need you to handle that.”
I nodded and didn’t ask any questions. He handed me a piece of paper with the punks name on it before I left. I didn’t need to take anybody with me. I always worked alone. Mike knew that and was probably why he even wanted me to handle this and nobody else.
[REC]“Alright here we go again. Round two of this shit talking deal. Go figure I have to go up against this Malo feller again. I didn’t think feller would give me as hard of a fight like he did. I ain’t think this shit would be as hard as it is. I’m still learning though. Still tryna get used to being here. Still can’t even believe I’m actually here but whatever.
First time around ain’t one of us walk out with our hands held up. Instead we kept that shit going. Neither of us wanted to quit. Well at least I didn’t want to. I wasn’t about to stop until one of us was the feller down. And that feller down wasn’t gonna be me, that’s for damn sure.”
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Post by Dreamscape on Jan 23, 2016 7:21:24 GMT -5
Let's replace School Boy with the Inverted Frankensteiner
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Post by Dreamscape on Jan 14, 2016 21:56:33 GMT -5
Wanna replace Arm Drag Takedown with Diving Neckbreaker
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Post by Dreamscape on Jan 14, 2016 7:13:51 GMT -5
The scene fades outside in the parking lot as LDFC rookie Mylo Dancers fitted in his RIP cut knelt down wiping away the sweat from his brow as he checked out his Harley Davidson. He shook his head a little followed by a small sigh. The sounds of footsteps behind him make him jump up, turn around and pull out a switch blade from his jean pocket ready to defend himself if need be. The sight of the switchblade startled the cameraman and Mylo looked a bit weirded out and confused at the same time. This being his first ever night at a LDFC show after having his debut match which came to a double count out against El Grande Malo, he wasn't expecting a cameraman to be in his face or anything for that matter. Everything was still new to him and it was time he started getting used to these sort of things.
MYLO DANVERS: Holy shit...What the? The hell is this?
Still a bit startled the cameraman swallows hard before answering.
CAMERAMAN: This is uh uh uh..It's for for for an interview man! Calm down please! Don...Don...Don't hurt me bro. I'm just tryna do my job and ask you a few questions about the show.
Mylo looked at him still a bit unsure about what was going on. The young Reapers In Pride member still held the switchblade up in a defensive position at the ready.
MYLO DANVERS: Uh..Alright. Well go ahead ask whatever the hell it is feller.
CAMERAMAN: Okay, but can you put the knife away please? Kinda of got me worried you're gonna shank me man.
Mylo looks down at the switchblade and eases up a little. He snaps the blade back in it's concealed position and slides it back in his back pocket.
MYLO DANVERS: Sorry I uh...Look I'm still new to this so sorry if I...Never mind. What is it?
CAMERAMAN: So after your first ever wrestling match ever, how did it feel? Were you nervous.
Mylo scratched the back of his head and looked around.
MYLO DANVERS: Yeah I guess I was. I just went out there and did what Coach Spikes told me to do. Kept focused and tried my hardest..All I could try and do really. I was in there facing a feller that's a lot better than me so yeah I was nervous. Not cause of him..Cause of myself. I ain't ever gon' be scared of no other feller.
CAMERAMAN: How bout the fans? What'd it feel like being in front of a crowd like that and hearing their reactions?
Danvers shrugged.
MYLO DANVERS: I don't know. I ain't much pay attention to them. Not like I gave too much a f**k on whether or not they cheering or booing me on. They can do whatever it is they do, I don't care.
CAMERMAN: Alright so do you think you lived up to the hype that your RIP brethren in other companies have bestowed on any member of the club stepping into this spectrum?
MYLO DANVERS: ..what?
CAMERAMAN: I mean you know. Like the big names from your club..Lance Winters, Joseph Perello, Luke Wisia and Viktor Volkov. You think you lived up to the hype they've raised the light of the wrestling community with your performance tonight.
Mylo shook his head.
MYLO DANVERS: I can't speak on that. I never paid attention to what those fellers did until I was told to check them out by FGA's Pride Champion Tony Carmine. I watched and I see how they got a little cult following. Probably why I seen them RIP t-shirts and sh*t out there. But seeing all that they've done I don't think I did. I don't know if I ever will but the thing is I ain't following they footsteps. I'm here to bring my own flavor to the table.
He looks into the camera.
MYLO DANVERS: I'm LDFC's Reaper.
CAMERAMAN: Alright so what about you and Malo? You two kept the fight going even after it coming down to the double count out.
MYLO DANVERS: I'm a Reaper, fella. I ain't stopping until the fight is over. It's either you knock my ass out and get that W or I'ma keep coming back until it's you knocked the f**k out or haha...Worst. I was never taught to stop just cause of some bell rings or some zebra calling it off. That ain't my cup of tea bud. I don't go out there in a street fight waiting for somebody to call it quits. I'm as rabid as they come, I ain't stopping. You saw me out there tonight. I kept coming. And coming. I brought it against a feller who been in this thing longer than me. I showed the toughness I have. I show how bad I can f**k a mother f**ker up. I showed just how dangerous I can be. Just give me some time and you'll see me cleaning house with these fools. Mark my words.
Mylo turns around and climbs on his bike and doesn't let the cameraman answer anymore questions as he rides off with the engine of his bike roaring through the parking lot.
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Post by Dreamscape on Jan 7, 2016 11:58:21 GMT -5
So I guess this is where we begin our journey with one another. Well let me begin this story with a fuck you to the lies ever told to me and the people who thought it was smart to lie to my face. Remember that statement because in this life I live? There's always some fella wanting to lie to survive. Not a smart way to live in my opinion. Guess you gotta do what you gotta do to get by in this world.
Anyways, let's get the pleasantries out of the way. The name's Mylo. Most people around these parts call me Chief or Wolfy. Why Chief? Apparently from what I was told by people in town my pops was a Apache or whatever. So I guess I'm half Native American and half White. Chief...Whatever I'll take it. Guess that'll explain the Indian chief tatted on my chest too. And Wolfy? Well...There's a few stories about that but I ain't bout to get into any of that. Not yet anyways. I'm from good' ol Kentucky. Piece of shit state if you ask me but whatever. I belong to this bike gang, you might of heard of. Reapers In Pride aka RIP. Now before you go wondering does he know this guy and the next...No. No I do not know Lance Winters. I don't know Joseph Perello. I don't know Viktor Volkov. I don't know any of those fellers you people know of. We belong to the same club but...I don't know them. I never met the sum'bitches like I never met my father. Why that is? Cause we're in different chapters of the gang dumb fuck. You actually expect every damn person in this gang to know one another? It's one of the biggest biker gangs in America I don't know them fellers. I know as much as you people know about them, pal. Well Lance a little more from the stories I've heard from my charter President, Mike.
Now, that I went ahead and told you I never met my pops I might as well tell you I don't know my mama either. Yeah. I'm an orphan. I know a little bit about them though. Well just know my dad is some Apache who was in RIP. Still is I think. And my mom was his old lady. Wish I would've known her. She sounded like a strong woman from what my aunt, Shirley. Shirley was a friend of my mom before she died. She told me all she could about my parents but something about her seemed off to me. Like sometimes she wasn't giving me the full story. That's exactly what she was doing. That part of the story can wait though.
[REC]I don't exactly know what the hell I'm doing here. Coach Spikes just told me I needed to talk some crap about this feller El Grande Malo? The hell is that? I don't know what to say about the dude except I just don't give a damn about em. I don't give a damn about anybody in this place to be perfectly honest. I'm not here for any of you. I'm not here to make friends. I'm here for myself and myself only. Malo? I'm sure you're thinking to yourself watching this saying "Oh this kid doesn't know what he's doing." "He sucks." You're right. Yeah buddy you're absolutely right. I signed that contract not knowing what the hell I was getting myself into.
I'm not following in anybodies footsteps. I'm not tryna be like the guys you people know and see on HBO. I know that's all you people are gonna be able to say about me cause you see me wearing this cut. I know that's how stupid you people are. You take one look at a person and think you got em all figured out. I know that's how simple minded most of you are. You can try to compare me to those dude but truth is I don't have nothing in common with them except the fact we belong to the same club. Other than that you can't really compare me to them.
Yeah...I'm a Reaper In Pride. This ain't no Sons Of Anarchy either. Know that's something else you retards would probably try and say. I'm the real thing, kid. I'm not living my life based on a damn tv show. I'm not acting. This cut isn't some prop. This club ain't some made up fairy tale. This is all real. The things I've done. The things I've seen. All of it is real. I don't need to put on a mask and sound like a idiot. I don't need to act like something I'm not. Nah buddy. That just ain't me.
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Post by Dreamscape on Oct 19, 2015 5:31:22 GMT -5
At home in Los Angeles, CA, Emilio was in his bathroom taking a shower. He just woken up after a little nap after having company earlier this afternoon. His new puppy CoCo was running around the house like a mad dog playing with one of her favorite toys. She was a hyper little shepherd pup and didn’t seem to be calming down anytime soon. With the music playing in his bedroom while he was taking his shower Emilio didn’t have much care in the world other than he was relaxed. Suddenly a loud crash was heard from his living room that made him stop what he was doing. He poked his head out of the shower after pulling back the curtain. ”The hell?”, said while poking his head out. Emilio shook his head and turned off the water. He stepped out the shower and grabbed the white towel off the toilet to dry himself off before wrapping it around his waist. ”CoCo?! The hell you break?”. CoCo was heard barking at something and ignoring him calling for her. Stepping out of the bathroom still wet from the shower he walks into his bedroom and sees the grey Victoria Secret’s laced thong from the woman who visited him earlier on the end of his bed next to his clothes he had laid out. He smirked a little but turned back towards the hallway leading to the living room after another crash was heard followed by more barking from CoCo. ”Aye what’s going--”, Emilio was punched in his jaw once he made it down the hallway and seen his living room halfway flipped over by the intruders CoCo was barking at. He stumbled back into the wall holding his jaw. Before he could go to swing back the man who punched him grabbed him by the neck and pinned him up against the wall. ”Gimme a reason boy! Oh I swear gimme a fucking reason, I’ll knock your n***er ass out right here right now!”, Officer Bradley said while pulling back ready to strike another blow on Vialpando. Emilio hasn’t seen this man or his partner Detective Bates in a while. Ever since Capo orchestrated Officer Hughes’ death they’ve backed off of him and Capo’s Rolling 60’s Crips crews. They must of gotten shaken up by it and didn’t expect for Hughes to get shot just for tailing Vialpando around everywhere he went. Emilio struggled to move as Bradley tightened up his grip around his neck. ”Nice place you got here, Vialpando. I don’t think I ever stopped by to check out the place., Detective Bates said while admiring the wreckage he caused inside Emilio’s living room. CoCo stood there on her short legs barking her head off at him until Bates kicked her causing her to whimper. ”Oh shut the hell up you mangy mutt! Bout annoying ass those dirty Mexicans we arrested a couple days ago. I don’t know what it is with you people. You and them monkeys don’t know how to keep your damn mouths shut to save your lives.”. Bates looked back at Emilio pinned up against the wall and chuckles at the sight of him being helpless. Go ahead and let em go Chet. He isn’t going anywhere. Ain’t that right, boy?. Bradley let Emilio go but not before punching him in his gut as hard as he could causing Emilio to drop down to his knees holding his midsection couching struggling to breathe. ”The fuck y’all want?”. Emilio said while still trying to catch his breath. ”We just wanted to give you a warm welcome back home, Emilio! I mean you did sort of up and leave the country out of nowhere on us without warning. And you’ve been busy since you got back. We’ve been busy. You know how it is, don’t ya superstar?”. ”Yeah. Don’t ya pretty boy?”. Emilio looked up at the two police officers and shook his head. ”You n****s come bust in my house just to tell me that shit?”. Detective Bates shakes his head and walks over to Emilio. Emilio slowly stands up to his feet clenching his fist trying his best to hold back from retaliating. ”No. This was just a reminder, Vialpando. A reminder that your spanish speaking n***er ass still being watched. We’re still out there. Because we know that one of these days you and your little buddies “Capo” and “AK” are gonna slip up soon. And I just can’t wait till that day comes so we can lock all your asses up. I would just love to see you rot behind bars, Vialpando. It would make my fucking day to get you monkeys off of my streets.”, Bates stood there in Emilio’s face staring at him hard. A call on Bradley’s radio came in requesting for them to report to a nearby address. Bradley sighed wanting to stay and beat up on Vialpando a little more. He enjoyed making the gangsters and anyone associated with them of Los Angeles lives a living hell. Bates backs off of him Emilio and chuckles. ”You have yourself a good evening, Emilio. Don’t go doing something I wouldn’t, ya hear? Let’s go Chet.”. Bates turns and heads out of the house while Bradley stood there with a smug smile on his face. ”Don’t think we forgot about Hughes either. You tell your boy I said, an eye for an eye. And a tooth for a tooth. Matter of fact why don’t you write that down? I know how forgetful you sombrero wearing faggots are. Haha...Adios puto.”. Bradley laughs as he exits the house. Emilio walks towards the doorway watching the unmarked police cruiser drive off. [REC]
"I grew up watching mi padre y tios come up in this business. You may look at LAX now and see something of prestige and greatness but that isn't just cause of me. That's because of them and what they sacrificed to make LAX into what it's known to be today. An unstoppable force that no one shall dare to mess with...But truthfully who am I kidding when I say that? I'm now the only piece of relevance in LAX. Hell, I am LAX. LAX wouldn't be a damn thing without me and there's really nothing can say or do to tell me any different. Let the old men live in their little golden years. Let them bask in their past glory that nowadays don't really amount to shit. And mi primo Sean? Jaja sure he had his little "World Heavyweight Championship" run over in Pride but if we gonna be honest with ourselves a championship belt held in that defunct dump was the equivalent to getting a toy out of a cereal box. So like I said, I'm the only piece of relevance in LAX. Nobody else...Just me. I'm the one holding the reigns to this Dynasty. I'm the one who even put this shit back on the map. Not any of these sad ass cabrons who think they've done something to say that they have. That's why when people think of LAX, they don't think of any of them. Shit, they probably don't even know who they are jaja. But when they do think of LAX...They think of me. Because I'm the best thing to ever happen to and come out of it. Scratch that...I'm the best thing to ever happen to my entire familia.
But that’s not all. No, no amigos. I’m the best thing to ever happen to wrestling. Can anybody dispute that? If you haven’t answered the question I’ll go ahead and do it for you. The answer is no.
Not even some snobby silver spoon fed kid from the UK like Levi can deny that. Because he knows deep down past all the false pride y bravado he knows just doesn’t stand a chance when it comes to competing against me. I mean who is he compared to me? Some kid banking off a trust fund that thought it might be cool to wrestle one day? What is that compared to a third generation superstar? Unlike Levi, I was made for this. I’m bred from the best and even in the past two years of wrestling I’ve already surpassed all of them. Chambers es just a little pequeno praying that someone notices him. Unfortunately for him, I’m already where he wants to be. He wants to be in the same light as me. I wouldn't even be surprised if he looked up to me. Lord knows he wouldn't be the first. There's no shame in it though. It's quite common for people under me to look up to me. I am the Upper Echelon of course. The highest standard. You should be inspired by me Levi. You should want to be as good as me. We both know you'd never be that. But hey, you can dream right? Just remember Levi you'll never be me...
I am the future. I am the present. I am...The Show."
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Post by Dreamscape on Mar 25, 2015 3:49:11 GMT -5
”What is there to be afraid of in this world we call Earth? To most of you it’s being alone. I would never understand this sense of fear of being alone. Yeah I know what you’re thinking. What about Miro and Marshall. They’re my pack brothers, of course I’m with them majority of the time. But don’t think for a second we can’t stand by our lonesome. That’s what is wrong with you humans….You weak...pathetic humans...You get too attached. Attached to the ones you love. When are you going to wake the fuck up? HUH? Death consumes this Earth. You all have a date with him…
...But maybe we can make a proposition….”
As the scene fades in Miro Brendan Sperling is seen laying shirtless on a bed with white cotton sheets covering his bottom half. A woman’s giggle is heard in the background as he cracks a smile. With the sun’s light shining through the window a shadow is seen near the foot of the bed with the curves of a woman. Miro looks at her up and down while licking his lips.
Miro Brendan Sperling What are you doing with that, huh? The woman laughs again as the the tan skinned woman with curly brown hair is seen standing there in the nude holding a necklace filled with wolf fangs twirling it around her fingers. She looks over to Miro with her green eyes while biting her bottom lip. Her name was Zoey Morris, Miros’s girlfriend or at least one of them. She often stayed over to his house during the week when she didn’t have to work. He didn’t mind, he enjoyed her company. Helped him relax some and ease his mind. She didn’t give him much of a fuss when he came back with blood all over him or anything. Of course she’d ask questions but she knew not to ask too many. Luckily Miro wasn’t like Marquis probably would have knocked her upside her head or simple plain out. And if it was Marshall...Well let’s just say she might of not survived the night.
Zoey Morris Oh nothing, hehe. You know how much I love this necklace. Why won’t you just let me have it?
Miro Brendan Sperling
I told you….It’s sentimental… Truth was that the necklace was a gift. A gift from the Goddess herself. She gave these necklaces to him and his brothers. The night of their first kill as wolves...It was a special night for them. A night that they would never forget. Miro raised his hand and the necklace flew from Zoey’s hands to his in a blink of an eye. Zoey’s eyes widened in excitement but quickly pouted playfully.
Zoey Morris No fair Miro! Give it back!
Miro chuckled and looked down at his fang necklace. He turned and placed it on the table next to him right next to his Beretta 92FS and cell phone. Miro then looked back over to Zoey with a smirk.
Miro Brendan Sperling Leve non….
He motioned his right hand up and instantly Zoey began to levitate in the air from where she stood. Zoey looked around and giggled, he’s done this before with her. She was used to seeing such things like this while being around him. Miro’s phone then begins to ring. He groaned as he didn’t want to be bothered right now but had no choice but to answer it. He teaches over with his left hand and picks up the phone.
Miro Brendan Sperling Bonjou?
Marquis Barlowe Saxon
Get out here. We have to pick up Marshall, it’s time. Miro Brendan Sperling
Aight, just lemme get dressed real quick. Marquis Barlowe Saxon
Yeah okay...Hurry up. Marquis hung up the phone a bit annoyed that he had to wait on Miro. After Miro hanged up the phone the scene transitioned to Marquis standing outside Miro’s door lighting up a dutch he earlier filled with some purple kush. He looks around the neighborhood, The hood..His house wasn’t too far away from here hence to why he chose to pick Miro up before. As Marquis smoked his dutch watched as the people walked down the street. A couple guys stood on a corner who were more than likely a couple of gang bangers who were dealing some sort of drug. On this side of the neighborhood the dealer would mostly deal a little bit of crank or a little bit of marijuana. Marquis didn’t mind them all that much. Why would he? The money was coming back to him anyways. From the left of him he heard a couple fighting. The woman tossing out most of the man’s belongings out a window.
Marquis Barlowe Saxon Fucking insects…
He looks down at his diamond covered Rolex and sucks at his teeth.
Marquis Barlowe Saxon How fucking long does it take?
Right after he says this the door flies open and Miro steps out onto the porch wearing a pair of denim jeans, a green U.S. Polo shirt with 2013’s Christmas edition of Lebron’s. Miro whipped his hair back before tying his dreads up into a pony-tail. Marquis sniffs and doesn’t bother to look back at him.
Marquis Barlowe Saxon Smell like that bitch Zoey’s cunt. She’s up there isn’t she? Told you to dead that bitch already...Always playing with your fucking food.
Marquis shakes his head and begins to walk off while taking a hit from his dutch. He walks around a red Chevy Tahoe and get’s in. Miro follows while shaking his head. While climbing into the passenger seat he chuckles.
Miro Brendan Sperling Oh I ate her alright…..
Marquis Barlowe Saxon
Shut the fuck up. Miro laughed as they drove off and the scene fades away.
As the scene fades in in the living room of Candice Lewis’ home in Seattle, WA she flips through the channels looking for something to watch on this quiet Saturday night. It wasn’t that long ago that she visited a particular voodoo gift shop in New Orleans, LA during her recent vacation where a spell was casted onto her with the use of a voodoo doll. She got off work early today and didn’t make any plans with her friends for the night so Candice thought it’d be best just to go home and watch a movie with some strawberry ice cream. The room began to grow cold...Which was very strange as she didn’t have the air condition on and it wasn’t too cold outside. Candice didn’t think nothing of it as she managed to find a movie to watch, Insidious.
The room began to grow dark soon after...And darker….And darker until the television wasn’t visible anymore. But in Candice’s mind it would seem as if nothing was happening, more like she was day dreaming. Marshall Byron Stevenson face then appears behind her with his dreads hanging low in front of his face and his eyes glowing red behind them. He smirks revealing his wolf like canines.
Marshall Byron Stevenson
Hello there, Candice. Have you missed me? I know that I have but...I still seem to always be there with you. I know that you have been dreaming about me...Thinking about me..
Fear begins to take it’s toll on Candice as she listens to him speak into her ear. It was true about her dreaming of him. Ever since that day she left that gift shop, she has never felt the same. Every night she would either have a normal dream that would include Marshall in some sort of way or a complete nightmare with a large black wolf chasing her. Marshall chuckles as he switches to her other ear.
Marshall Byron Stevenson
What’s the matter sweetheart? You’re not afraid of that big black wolf are ya? There’s nothing to be scared of, child. All you have to do is stop running. Stop fighting it Candice...You’re mine now. You don’t have to be afraid. Your soul is mine now, Candice. And it will forever...Be mine...Hahahaha… Marshall begins to fade away for a moment but not until….A black wolf’s head appears on Candice’s left side looking at her as vicious as possible. He growls in her ear and barks while lunging as if he was about to take a bite from the side of her face. But before he could the darkness fades away and the movie has already began. Candice jumps and looks around scared as ever. The scene slowly fades to black...
The sounds of horns are heard in the background echoing in the midst of darkness. Marshall opens his eyes and smiles as he sees Marquis’ Suburban parked in front of his home. Marshall gets up and walks towards the car before getting into the back seat.
Marshall Byron Stevenson We all set?
Marquis Barlowe Saxon
Yeah, Cacho bitch ass probably already there waiting for us.
Marshall Byron Stevenson
Miro grunts as he looks out the window.
Miro Brendan Sperling Why it even matter if we late? That bitch ain’t going no where.
Miro Brendan Sperling
Respect? His ass don’t even respect us. Why the fuck should we respect him?
Marquis Barlowe Saxon
I’m with Bossou on this one. We should just kill that femèl chen, drag his fucking body and feed. He would bring such pleasure to the Goddess. Marshall shook his head with a sigh that followed.
Marshall Byron Stevenson As satisfying that would be, we can not I am afraid. This business with the Reyes Cartel is far too lucrative to damage it in any way as of right now. All we know is that the leaders of this organization respects our faith and our beliefs. We should show them the same respect onto them whether their employees do not feel the same. Now let’s go.
Marquis groans as he drives off while the scene then fades away.
Half Hour Later The three members of Marinette Bois Sèch step out of the red Chevy Suburban with Marshall walking towards the back pulling out a bag. Martino Cacho leaned up against his black Aston Martin with his arms folded. He looks down to his watch and shakes his head.
Martino Cacho You boys are late...Tsk...Tsk...Tsk.
Miro sucks at his teeth as he looks over to Cacho.
Miro Brendan Sperling And n****, we here ain’t we?
Marquis Barlowe Saxon
Not like you have a date or anything right? Shut the hell up, before I walk over there and tear your voice box out with my teeth. Miro Brendan Sperling
You like dogs, right? We can show you… Marshall looks over to his brothers and growls. He walks over to Cacho and tosses a black bag over to him. Cacho tries his best to ignore Marquis and Miro with their threats. He didn’t believe that their black magic was real or the stories of them being werewolves but he wasn't foolish enough to try and find out if they were. Cacho squatted down towards the bag and opened it. He looked up a bit confused.
Martino Cacho The fuck is this? Where are the bodies? The hell am I gonna do with just the fucking heads pendejo?
Marshall shrugs as he walks away from Cacho.
Marshall Byron Stevenson Not my problem. Now leave.
Miro Brendan Sperling
What? We gotta eat too Cacho…..haha… The three men get back into the car and drive off as Cacho looks down at the bag. He zips it up and shakes his head as the scene fades away.
[REC] A small white rabbit is seen hopping through the grass towards the woods. The camera follows the rabbit into the woods as it stops to see a small carrot laying next to a fallen branch. It looks around to make sure the coast was clear. Good to go. It eagerly hops over to the carrot and picks it up beginning to nibble on the end. Behind the fallen branch a grey wolf was seen looking over it slowly at the the rabbit. Still eating away at the carrot, the rabbit did not notice him at all. After finishing the carrot the rabbit looked around to see if there was anymore but as it looked to it’s right a black wolf was seen standing over it. It tried to get away but the black wolf was too quick as he picked the rabbit up with his bare teeth and jerked him around. Blood began to stain the wolf’s teeth and he tossed off to the side. The two wolves look up and howl to the blue sky. The camera panned up to the sky with them and then slowly panned back down with Marshall Byron Stevenson standing next to the dead rabbit wearing all black. He wiped his lips that were covered with blood and looked over to the rabbit’s corpse.
Marshall Byron Stevenson Innocence. There is no innocence in this world. There never was. There will never be. You people amuse me quite often as you like to think so. You think if you are nice to everyone that you will be spared. Spared from the wrath of the dark angel. If you don’t know this yet, let me be the first to tell you. None of you are safe. None of you will ever be able to avoid her wrath and the gift she brings, death. Not even how innocent you try to seem, Annie & Laurel.
He slowly looks back over to the camera and smiles.
Marshall Byron Stevenson Don’t try and look so discouraged ladies. You should feel honored that it will be the power of Marinette Bois Sèch that frees you from this Earth. I’m sure you will not have a problem finding your way to the gates of Heaven….Haha..That’s if your precious God even bothers to invite you in his kingdom. Or if me and my brothers even wish to free your souls into the underworld. I feel bad for the two of you, genuinely. You both have your eyes on a pair of championship belts that me and my brothers also have our eyes on. And I am sorry to inform you that the road you travel stops here. Marquis Barlow Saxton sits on the fallen branch also dressed in all black. He looks down to the soil and chuckles.
Marquis Barlowe Saxon It’s not like the two of you ever stood a fucking chance anyways, right? Look at it this way. The better team will be able to move on and challenge. Who knows, I might even let you bitches cheer us on from ringside. Would you like that? Huh? I bet you would. Always so fucking chipper. Always so fucking clueless. No fucking wonder it was so easy for Lawless to full you time and time again, Annie. Too fucking gullible you are. Actually so much to the point I want to puke. I would never bother to take a bite out of you, probably too sweet for my taste. But Laurel on the other hand. Bitch, you’re just my fucking type.
Marquis looks up to the camera with a cocky smile.
Marquis Barlowe Saxon You fucking flatter me. Wanting to learn more about the great goddess, Marinette Bois Sèch. Don’t worry honey, you don’t have to shop around. I can teach you. I can even introduce you to her if you are masterfully willing. You would like her. And she would love you...Why just learn about her when you can give yourself onto her?
Saxon then shakes his head as he gets up from the branch. He kicks away the rabbit corpse and walks walks towards the camera.
Marquis Barlowe Saxon I rather not play with my food though. I rather just walk into Spartanburg and ran straight the two of you. And go onto claim what in the fuck is ours...I’ll be honest with you. I know the goddess is still pissed at the fact that we were refrain from the chance of taking the Mid-Atlantic Championship for ourselves but...What can you do? Have a group of infidels who don’t know any better fighting for it. Makes me wonder if we’re being saved for something much greater? Marinette always has a plan...And she never fails when she seeks out something. Certainly with the us as her most loyal pack at her will. Maybe this quest to take away what is making the Spitfires even worth looking at is what she has planned for us. Which ever it maybe, I simply do not care enough to worry about who it is that we spill blood from in honor of her. I will forever her. And you senseless mosa non kaka had better get on your knees and pray to your God for mercy…
Marshall begins to walk away as he chuckles.
Marshall Byron Stevenson But we all know he will not bother to answer you..When has he ever? Haha..
Marquis laughs and shakes his head before following Marshall. The scene then begins to fade away with the sounds of howling echoing in the background.
”The souls that I keep have always been dear to me. I visit them often just to check in. They should be glad I saved them from floating into a world of the unknown. There is no heaven. This belief of that there is some sort of paradise after his life is nothing but a lie told by humans to make sure you all act a certain way.
And look at you all...You bought into the lie...Typical humans….”
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Post by Dreamscape on Jan 29, 2015 14:00:14 GMT -5
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Post by Dreamscape on Jan 29, 2015 4:42:55 GMT -5
”Sure, I’ll go ahead and admit...I’m not the type to sit around and just watch. I like to get things down right there and then. Why should I sit around and wait for something to happen when I can do it myself? Besides, it’d get done quicker and better with me at the helm. Not some idiot who has their mind stuck in the clouds hoping that their dreams will turn into a reality.
It amuses me….After coming to the United States how many lazy people there are. They just think everything is going to be giving onto them by sitting on their ass doing nothing. Some...Some people have it figured out and know they can’t just stand around. If they truly want something they know they’d had better get up and get to it.
Lazy Americans...Just as lazy as your lord and savior. It’s disgusting...”
The scene fades in an abandoned high school at midnight. Brinks High School it was, well used to be. After Hurricane Katrina some places in New Orleans were either abandoned or saved by the grace of a dollar and a kind heart. Not everything was that fortunate to be of saving.
The three young men of Marinette Bois Sech are seen entering the building dressed in matching all white each in different outfits with their diamond chains hanging from their necks, icy bracelets and watches gracing their wrist.. Marshall wore a white jean coat with a white v-neck shirt underneath, white jeans and white Nike Air Force Ones as he dreads were not tied back instead flowing down his upper body. Miro walking behind Marshall wore a pair of white jeans, all white Air Jordan 3’s and a white t-shirt. Finally, Marquis who was last to enter the building wore a white tank-top, white jeans and a white pair of Timberlands.
Miro Brendan Sperling Do we really need to be here? Marshall Byron Stevenson It’s the respectable thing to do, brother.
Marquis grunts and shakes his head.
Marquis Barlowe Saxon These old sons of bitches don’t even have any respect for us, why in the hell should we even bother showing them any? Wasting out damn time being here. We should have never came, we got better things to do than coming to some fucking council meeting. Every month there was a meeting with each districts “VooDoo Kings”. The VooDoo Kings were basically the ones who oversee a neighborhood in New Orleans. Street gangs might of ran the streets but there is always someone to answer to. New Orleans was special like that. Not most cities had this type of ranking control but they liked to stay true to their roots.
The current kings did not like the three of them. Mostly because of how fast they flew up the ranks. Some didn’t like their blatant disrespect for others’ religious beliefs. They have been in this city longer than they have and feel as if they shouldn’t be where they are right now. Marshall was the only one in the group that knew it was only right that they respect the elders and their rules. The other two, not so much.
Marshall shook his head trying his best to ignore the two and opened the door leading into the gymnasium where a fire pit was seen in the middle of the basketball court where the Kings & Queens were seen sitting around. Many of them look back at the three young men with hatred in their eyes.
Harold Young You’re late...Again.
Marshall Byron Stevenson Apologies, busy day down at the shop this evening. Bernard Reynolds You three should be ashamed of yourselves...You dare call yourselves kings?
As the three go to take their seats around the fire Marquis mumbles something to Miro who chuckles.
Bernard Reynolds I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that. Would you like to share something with us Kalfou?
Marquis shoots a stare over to Bernard in annoyance. Bernard Reynolds was one of the leading kings who wanted the boys out of the council.
Marquis Barlowe Saxon I said, you mother fuckers should be thankful we even chose to show up.
Bernard Reynolds Excuse me?!
Marquis Barlowe Saxon You fucking heard me. Or do you need a q-tip to get that wax out of your ear, old man? Bernard stands up with his hand balling up in a fist. Marquis looks down at his fist and how furious the elderly man was.
Miro Brendan Sperling Yo, chill Marquis. Miro places his hand on Marquis’ shoulder trying his best to keep him calm.
Marquis Barlowe Saxon Nah, fuck that. Look at you Bernard….Look at all of you. You all have gotten soft. You’ve forgotten where in the fuck you came from. Sit the fuck fuck old man...You don’t know what kind of beast you’re up against. Hahaha… They’ve all heard the rumors about the three. Of their worshipping of a spirit who rules werewolves. Some people tell stories of witnessing them turn into just that….werewolves. But no one has ever truly saw them do such a thing. As for now it’s all speculation, but they don’t shy away from the tale. And no one dares to stand up to them to try and find out. Bernard shakes his head and slowly sits back down.
Marquis Barlowe Saxon That’s what I thought….Fucking weak. Just like the rest of these pathetic lost souls of America. We’re the reason any of your neighborhoods even survive and live to tell about it. You all should have been on knees thanking us for even being in your presence.
Harold Young
With your blood and drug money? You’re not keeping the neighborhoods living. Your polluting them! You three are embarrassments to this council and it’s a shame we even have to put up with any of you. You always arrive late. You’re always disrespecting us. And you have done nothing but cause heartache since your arrival to our city. Miro shakes his head and tilts his head as he looks over to Harold.
Miro Brendan Sperling Yeah, and all that money we pump into your neighborhoods keeps your homes from being torn down. We keep your hoods flourishing...And you wanna know why? It’s because we were taught to NOT be selfish. To take care of our own. And that’s exactly what we have done, isn’t it. If it wasn’t without the faith of our goddess Marinette Bois Sech you all would be gone from this world.
He shrugs his shoulders and laughs.
Miro Brendan Sperling I don’t know I mean you’ve seen our district grow or the better. But what about any of yours? What are you really doing to save it? And we’re polluting the city? Give me a fucking break we’re saving it city from extinction.
Marquis Barlowe Saxon What a shame...They’ve become just as ungrateful as these selfish Americans and dare to point fingers at us. Can you believe this shit, Baron? You wanted to come here show these people some respect and what do they do the moment we come in here? Bite the hand that’s feeding them. I’m out of here.
Marquis gets up looking around the room with disgust.
Marquis Barlowe Saxon Ou tout yo pa gen anyen men manje yo ban nou… Marshall growls and shakes his head before slamming down his fist on the desk he was sitting at.
Marshall Byron Stevenson Enough! We did not come for this. Whether any of you like it or not, the wolves are here. And we are here to stay. And you will be sure to respect us just as we have come to show onto you. Until you start to realize just how important we are to this community….We will watch you starve. You will no longer receive our support...And if you fail to do so…. Marshall stands with his brothers who look onto the council with a smirk on his face.
Marshall Byron Stevenson Kadav yo pral lage . Ak kominote yo pral boule… The kings and queens look around at each other in disbelief as the three men leave the gymnasim.
Miro Brendan Sperling You...You guys think that was a good idea?
Marquis Barlowe Saxon It’s about time they shown us some fucking respect.
Marshall Byron Stevenson They will learn to fall in line soon enough… They then leave the gymnasium with no regrets of their actions.
[REC] The scene fades into a cloudy and snowy day in the woods with nothing heard in the background but the wind blowing by. It was peaceful out here...At least for now it was. A bark was heard in the background echoing in the forest. No sight of any dog or wild animal but the sound of a owl was heard. The camera pans to the right as the snow owl was seen sitting on top of a tree stomp looking straight into the camera.
A small howl is then heard in the background that seemed a bit close. The owl did not move once. Even as footsteps began to be heard in the background that grew closer and closer the owl did not move once. It stared into the camera lense for a moment until it looked over to it’s right. The camera pans over and there stood a grey world in between the snow covered trees.
The wolf slowly made his way out and walked over to the camera and sat there in front of the camera licking his chops. The owl calls out causing the wolf to glance over.
The camera pans back over to the owl who is seen looking towards the wolf. A minute goes by and the owl flies away with the camera following. As the camera pans back down Marquis Barlowe Saxon is seen kneeling in the snow in a grey jacket with a black hood, black jeans and grey/black beanie. He looks up to the camera with a smirk.
Marquis Barlowe Saxon
You like it out here? It’s probably one of those places where you people believe nothing bad can happen….Haha, fucking idiots you people are. You can’t escape death. Death is everywhere. Even if you try to run, it’ll just chase you until it catches you. And, it will catch you. [/center][/span][/div] He chuckles and stands up as he smiles into the camera. [/font] Marquis Barlowe Saxon But me and my brother have discovered the art of avoiding death. The day we were blessed with the sight of a goddess….The day Marinette Bois Sech came into our lives we were blessed. We serve her for an eternity, we live for an eternity. We can not die. Our dreams become reality while you infidels continue to dream and pray to your answerless God for help. He’ll never answer you people, because he will never be there for you like our goddess is there for us. Maquis tilts his head.
Marquis Barlowe Saxon I’ve seen a lot of people like you optimistic types roaming this earth. Walking around as if nothing will go wrong. Smiling like idiots on a rainy day...Such fools you are. Open your damn eyes. This world is hopeless. There’s nothing in it for you….That’s why you people end up looking like idiots showing up where you’re not even needed.
Why are you so happy? What are you so goddamn chipper about? Like there’s gonna be anything out there in the world waiting for you. Let me tell you something, there’s not a goddamn thing out there waiting for you. You’re nothing but a smudge on shitty Hanes t-shirt that’s gonna get washed away once you step into this Whirlpool you consider this “jolly go lucky” type of world. You’re stuck in a dream world people….The world as you know it isn’t close to being true.
Go ahead, lace them boots Porter. Let’s see what good they’ll actually do. Let’s see if this truly the fight you want. I know what’s going on in your head. “Oh yippie my first wrestling match in FGA! How fun! Can’t wait!” Wipe that fucking smile off your face. I’m not here to wrestle you. I’m here to snap you into reality. Show you this isn’t some game. Keep telling yourself you’re gonna be the best. You’re gonna go out there and put on a show and make your way up the ranks….Tahahaha. Please, don’t be so damn optimistic. There’s gonna be nothing fun about what I’m about to put you through. You’re about to take a look into the world as I know it. I’m gonna make you believe...Put that infidel mind of yours into perspective of what’s to come in your life if you continue to go around thinking that everything is gonna be okay….Nothing is going to be okay. Not until you people start realizing this world you live in….Is a fucking lie… Marquis grunts and turns away from the camera and disappears in the woods as the scene begins to fade away. As the scene fades to black a loud howl is heard in the background.
OOC - Tried to get something up so I didn’t no-show but shiiiiiiiiiit
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Post by Dreamscape on Jan 20, 2015 11:27:40 GMT -5
With the Tag Team Championship match between the Spitfires & Imperial Empire being on still the new trio that made their debut earlier tonight after defeating an already defeated tag team of Kevin Wolfe & Brett Owens, Marinette Bois Sech stood their watching in their locker room. Marshall stood there behind Miro and Marquise with his arms crossed studying both teams closely until the match comes to an end and the Spitfires are named victors retaining their Tag Team Championships.
Miro Brendan Sperling Pssh, we could---
Miro stops talking as he sees Aiden Collins & Dante Anglais coming out to attack the Spitfires. A small smirk appears on Marquis's face as he continues to watch. Marshall...Still stands there silent watching closely. He growls and walks in between the two cutting off the TV.
Miro Brendan Sperling Marquis Barlowe Saxon The hell you go and do that for? Marshall looks back at his pack brothers shaking his head.
Marshall Byron Stevenson We're not there yet. We have only just arrived. Our hunt has only begun, we can't always already go searching for the riches. We'll get there when we are ready....We will get there when it makes sense for us to be there. We will get there when Marinette wants us there.
Miro Brendan Sperling But those infidels are nothing compared to us, nothing!
Marquis Barlowe Saxon Marinette would want use to decapitate these moun fou fèb! Not stand around and watch! We should--
Marshall Byron Stevenson We should not be so anxious my brothers. We attack when they are ready for us...Their time will come.
Miro and Marquis nod in agreement knowing that Marshall is right. Marshall turns towards the door and exits the locker room with the other two following close behind.
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Post by Dreamscape on Jan 16, 2015 13:40:43 GMT -5
Thank you
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Post by Dreamscape on Jan 14, 2015 15:09:58 GMT -5
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Post by Dreamscape on Jan 14, 2015 13:42:21 GMT -5
”You wouldn’t believe me if I told you all that me and my pack have witnessed in our years. Most infidels can’t grasp the truth that this world truly holds the unthinkable. The world you people live in is a lie. You have not truly been blessed to see it as it truly is like we have.
I pity you all for it. It’s a shame to watch you all walk around as if there is nothing the matter with you...But we sense it. We smell the stench of your ignorance. The fragrance of your ignorance has became unbearable and the time has come that we cleanse you of your ignorance. It is our mission to do so. We have been instructed by mother Marinette Bois Sech to seek those who have yet to open their eyes to the world their almighty lord and savior has truly cursed them with.
We are the wolves of the night. We are the wolves who hunt. We are the wolves who bare a hunger like no other for the flesh...The flesh of the infidels of the world..”
Inside of a small strange voodoo shop in the french court of New Orleans, LA a young lady is seen looking around the shop in awe of everything he lays her eye on as if she has just stepped into a brand new world. Continuing to make her way down the hall she stops as she sees a small white cotton doll. Her eyes widen a bit not believing her eyes. She brushes her sandy blonde hair to behind her ears trying her best to get a look.
Candice Lewis No way! She reaches up and takes the doll off of it’s shelf holding it in the palm of her hand. Not as big as she might of thought that it would be but still amazed to see a real life voodoo doll in her hands for the first time.
Candice Lewis This can’t be real. This really can’t be… A large figure steps from around the corner with dreads tied to the back but with some still laying across his chest. Standing there in a orange v-neck, gold chains and gold rolex watch he flashes as sinister yet welcoming warm smile towards the woman.
Marshall Byron Stevenson That’s because it isn’t. It’s merely just a little doll...A play thing. The man known as Prince Baron around these parts speaks out with his deep voice with as strong of an accent as if he has just stepped off a boat and entered the U.S.. His presence startles the young woman and she laughs shaking her head for even getting scared.
Candice Lewis Holy...Haha, sorry I didn’t see you standing there. So it’s not a voodoo doll? Baron chuckles as he gently takes the doll out of her hand. He looks down at it for a moment and begins to make his way towards the counter.
Marshall Byron Stevenson Follow me, miss. The woman follows Baron to the desk still in awe of the house. Walking behind the desk Baron looks down at the doll for a moment before placing it on the desk.
Marshall Byron Stevenson The thing about these dolls is that people often assume that if you just place a piece of a possession of the person you wish to control that would be it. But unfortunately that is only the first step… Marshall quickly takes a strand of hair from the woman’s head without giving warning. She yelps in pain holding her head but Baron pays it no mind as he wraps the strand of hair around the neck of the doll.
Marshall Byron Stevenson It simply takes the blessing from Marinette Bois Sech herself. Baron rises the doll up in the air holding it’s small arms as he looks up to as does she.
Marshall Byron Stevenson Atemis, Bondye fanm Marinette Bois Sech , tanpri tradui lavi sou figi sa a! Konekte kouran an nan nanm ak fè m ' kontwòl nan ou!
Candice Lewis Oh wow, what does all that mean? Baron once again ignores her as he pulls out a small pin and slides the sharp edge gently over the dolls arm. As he does so he woman reaches over to her right arm feeling a small tingle.
Candice Lewis Hey, what the? Marshall slowly looks up to her as he continues to play with the pin.
Marshall Byron Stevenson Ou se m ' kounye a… Before he could do anything else to the woman, the front entrance door opens as two hispanic males dressed in tailored suits walk in. Marshall looks over to the door and growls a little in annoyance. The two men begin to make their way over to the desk as they see Marshall standing there with the customer.
Martino Cacho Get out of my sight gringa. Me y mi amigo have business to discuss. Martino Cacho, a messenger for the infamous Reyes Cartel of the southern region of the United States. He often only came around these parts to see the three notorious witch doctors of New Orleans that claimed to be werewolves. He didn’t believe in many of the stories he has heard of the men or the ones that they tell him. He didn’t believe in all the whole voodoo culture. But his bosses back in Mexico sure did. They believed these men had power and it would be wise to work alongside of them rather than against them if they wanted to get anything done here in this particular region.
The Reyes Cartel rarely used any of their own men for any type of “wet work”. They depended on the locals to do their bidding across the Mexican borders. Made it easier for them to be more undetectable than most cartels who would rely on their own. They would only send their own men if they believed it was needed.
The Wolves, the locals called them have grown such a legend in these parts since arriving to the United States as three young men that wielded the powers of the devil himself. Many believe that unexplained deaths and animal attacks have been at the hands of them, but there has yet to be any evidence to support this claim. Yet, they have neither confirmed or denied the accusation that they have had a hand in these vicious murders. Strangely these deaths will spruce up every night it was close to a full moon...And once the full moon came the death toll was like no other.
The boys didn’t like Martino all that much, but they’ve learned to deal with him over the years. Marshall continue to growl as he stood straight up with his chin held high while they made their way towards him.
Marshall Byron Stevenson You may leave now, miss.
Candice Lewis But what about the doll? Martino shook his head and grabbed the woman by the back of her neck. He tossed her to his bodyguard.
Martino Cacho He said, get the fuck out of here! Fucking perra blanca! The guard tosses her out of the store as Marshall continues to look onto Martino. Martino turns back around towards Marshall with a smirk etched across his face.
Martino Cacho And what was you planning on doing to that poor little chica, Marshall? Make her one of your projects, huh amigo?
Marshall Byron Stevenson What is it that you seek, pinèz? Martino looks around the shop as Marshall eyes him and his bodyguard. He crosses his arms knowing that Martino probably just has a job for him and his brothers.
Martino Cacho Jefe wants something done by you and those two other freak shows. Speaking of, where are they?
?? ......Knew I smelt shit in here…. Martino and his bodyguard jumps a little as they hear the voice coming from out of no where. Stepping out into the light with a yellow flannel shirt and jeans with gold chains hanging from his neck and dreads covering his eyes was Miro Brendan Sperling better known in these parts as Lord Bossou. Miro was the youngest of the three but he was just as lethal as the other two even though he came across a bit more light hearted than them. He begins to make his way towards the front counter with Marshall as he looks the bodyguard and Martino down sniffing as he does so like a wolf sniffing out his prey.
Miro Brendan Sperling What are you afraid of, Cacho? Scared I might bite? Haha...Don’t worry I don’t like Mexican food. Martino cringes at the sight of Miro. He and Miro have got into a few times….More than a few. Miro hops up on the counter staring at Martino through his dreads.
Martino Cacho Ugh...I’m not afraid of anything, certainly not either of you perros. Like I was saying before I was rudely interrupted. Jefe wants something done by you boys, specifically you. Someone has been feeding the enemy and we know exactly who. He doesn’t take too kindly to those who betray him, and he certainly doesn’t mind sending a message through you three to those who ever think of turning their backs on him. As always you all will paid handsomely because the old man likes you three, for whatever reason. I think you three are full of shit and putting up and act. But that’s just me.
Miro Brendan Sperling Full of shit? No my boy, we are nothing like you.
Marquise Barlowe Saxon And never will we ever be. We aren’t weak. We don’t praise demigods like your precious Jesus Christ and his whore of a mother who spreads her legs for God almighty.
Marquis leaning up against a wall near the entrance with a joint in hand. He lights it and stares Martino down who looks back at him in shock as he exhales the smoke.
Marquise Barlowe Saxon We give all praise to the one and only Goddess who bares gifts to her most loyal pack, Marinette Bois Sech. The Goddess who actually answers our prayers. Can you say the same about your God, Martino? Can you? No, no you can not. Because your God is a selfish being.
Watch your mouth boy. I am not having this religious discussion with you again. Just because you three worship some devil--
Marquise Barlowe Saxon Devil? The holy Marinette is in no such way a devil, fool. Marquise steps up annoyed by Cacho’s words. Marshall holds up his hand as Miro looks on laughing.
Marshall Byron Stevenson Calm yourself Kalfou. Just give us the details and leave, Cacho. Or we will make you and your puny guard here our sacrifice this night. The three men smirk as they would love to give someone as disrespectful as Martino up for sacrifice. Cacho grunts shaking his head as he reaches into his pockets. He slams down a piece of paper on the counter and turns to leave.
Martino Cacho Just get it done negro perros. Adios.
The three of them watch Cacho storm out and chuckle as he does so. Marshall picks up the piece of paper and reads the names. He grins slightly.
Marshall Byron Stevenson Let us prepare.
Later That Night The light of a campfire lights up the abandoned apartment complex that was noticeably damaged from Hurricane Katrina years ago and left alone afterwards. Chanting is heard echoing through the alleyways. Getting closer the three men are seen dancing around a fire shirtless.
Marshall Byron Stevenson Guide us this night, Marinette! Speak unto us! Give us your blessing as we prepare to give you the ultimate sacrifice!
Marquise Barlowe Saxon
We give you the most praise, goddess! We are forever in your debt! We are your loyal wolves who roam this Earth in your absence. Give us the strength to give back unto you!
Miro Brendan Sperling See through us. Breathe through us. We are ultimately yours! They all drop to their knees with their arms stretched out as their eyes begin to roll to the back of their head a female voice begins to echo ever so softly through their ears.
Marinette Bois Sech My werewolves. My beloved werewolves. You have made me happy. You have pleased me and you have not disappointed me yet. It is time I give back unto you as you have done for me. Slaughter these men. Gather up their blood and bathe in it. Bathe in their blood and consume their strength. Consume their knowledge. Consume their souls as they are rightfully yours. It is your time now my sons. Feast! FEAST! Focusing on the shadows the three are heard howling to the moon in the background...Looking back into their direction around the fire they have disappeared with their pants left behind….
[REC]
The scene fades in with camera focused on a campfire in the middle of the woods. Past the flicker of the flames is nothing but pitch black within the forest. Footsteps are heard in the background, but it seems to be more than just one set. The silence begins to grow more onto the viewers as they only sound they hear is the random footsteps and the flickering from the campfire. Growling is heard from inside the dark forest suddenly. Doesn’t seem to be to loud but the footsteps begin to slow down as the growling begins to grow louder….and louder….and louder. The camera pans around hoping to catch a glimpse of whatever it is but no luck.
Silence takes place once again as the growling has come to a stop. Minutes go by of nothing but….silence. The footsteps begin to start up again but now a bit more fast paced as barking is heard echoing inside the forest. The barking continues and begins get just as loud as the growls were as once before until….It comes to a halt as does the footsteps. The camera pans to the left and a pair of red glowing eyes are seen staring back. The camera pans over to the right and sees another pair of red glowing eyes staring back to the camera. The growls are heard once again...this time as clear as day.
Miro Brendan Sperling
Why are you so afraid? The camera quickly pans back to the left as Miro Brendan Sperling is seen dressed in black fitted jeans, boots and long sleeve shirt as his black diamond chains that hang from his neck shine from the fire’s light. He stares into the camera past his short dreads.
Miro Brendan Sperling
Hmm? I’ve asked you a question, I expect you to answer it. And… He holds up his index finger.
Miro Brendan Sperling Answer truthfully. Do you think you are capable of doing that? Miro begins to get closer to the camera.
Marshall Byron Stevenson None of them can answer that truthfully. They’re all afraid the truth. Isn’t that right? Panning back to the right Marshall Byron Stevenson is now seen making his way over to the camera in the matching outfit as Miro with his long thigh dreads tied back.
Marshall Byron Stevenson We have yet to enter the building and we can… He sniffs and looks into the camera with disgust.
Marshall Byron Stevenson Smell the stench of your fear. The stench of your puny faith...Your useless hope that someone or something will come save you from your fate that has already been etched in stone. Do you want to know the truth boys and girls? Both men now stand in front of the fire next to each other staring into the camera. Both have yet to blink once.
Miro Brendan Sperling There’s nothing coming. There’s no one coming. There will be no saving for any of you as the hunt begins. January Seventeenth. January Seventeenth marks the date the hunt begins, Frontier Grappling Arts.
You all shall be sacrificed to the goddess of all. And you all should feel ever so grateful for such an honor to be so. Many are not as privileged to carry this honor. Many of those who do not understand the truth of this world do no appreciate this prize the goddess has gifted them with. But we will show you how. Miro smirks and licks his lips.
Miro Brendan Sperling Kevin Wolfe.
Marshall Byron Stevenson Brett Owens.
Miro Brendan Sperling You shall set an example for those who do not believe. Those whose ignorance clouds their sense of judgement. You will set an example come this day. Marshall lets out a slight chuckle.
Marshall Byron Stevenson Go ahead boys. Go right on ahead, feel special. You should. because we will treat you as so. You may think walking into this battle with myself and Lord Bossou will be merely just a simple tag team match but no. There….There you stand incorrect. This is not a tag team match this is simply your death. That is what you are stepping into, boys. And there is no heaven waiting for you in the afterlife. There is no heaven ladies and gentlemen, there is only purgatory. And I...Prince Baron am the master of purgatory. Both men begin to laugh as they turn towards the fire. Marshall begins to circle the fire pit as Miro kneels down staring into the fire.
Miro Brendan Sperling Your hopes. Your dreams. You lifelong goals. You might as well forget about all of that. Stop wasting your time clamoring for acceptance in this world. Searching for love amongst the crowd. You will not live long enough to grasp it. Don’t you see? Don’t you see that you fate has been sealed already? He laughs a bit as he hangs his head low.
Miro Brendan Sperling I pity you all sometimes. Watching and listening to how clueless you all truly are to the simple fact that the world as you know it is not real. You’re lying to yourself each and every day. Kevin...Brett….You have worked so hard to reach this point but you have yet to realize this world has nothing to give to you but heartache. The heartache is the only true feeling you will experience on this world that will make you normal as you walk around this earth with your eyes closed to the truth. Your happiness is nothing more than imaginative. It’s not real. Because life as you know it is not real. I’ve seen it all. I’ve seen each and every bit that you can’t see and I pity you for it. I feel awful that you all cannot see what me and my brothers see. That instead of showing you, we must take you away from this life. It’s really not as bad as it seems….Really. Sometimes it’s better not to know than to know. Knowledge can sometimes be a gift but it can also be a curse. Am I cursed for knowing what I know? Seeing what I’ve seen? No, I am blessed. Blessed by the goddess Marinette Bois Sech. Me and my brothers are fortunate enough to be apart of her pack. We are thankful for her opening our eyes to the world and we are more than willing to give back onto her as she has given back to us.
Miro stands up to his feet slowly and begins to make his way towards forest. As he gets further and further away he begins to fade into the blackness of it forest as if the darkness as consumed him whole. Marshall reaches into his pocket and takes out a small tube filled with white sand. He pours the sand into this hand and throws it into the fire causing it to ablaze.
Marshall Byron Stevenson There will be no where you can run. No where you can hide. We will seek you out. The hunt is upon us ladies and gentlemen. Do not be afraid, this is only fate. Fate is apart of life, you cannot escape it. Just like you can’t escape us. We are now here and there’s nothing you people can do about it. Let out your tears. Complain, scream to the top of your lungs. Pray...Beg that we leave this place. No one will answer. No one will care. Because this is your fate….And you can not escape it. Marshall turns away from the fire and heads back in the direction he came from. He too begins to disappear into the darkness leaving nothing but the sounds of the fire and silence. After a minute goes by loud howls are heard echoing from the forest as the camera pans up onto the full moon and the scene fades away.
”Many want to ignore the fact that there’s much more out there than just the simple life that they live. I too find myself wanting to ignore the life that I live but unfortunately that doesn’t always work for me. I can’t escape the truth. I am apart of this truth. Each and every second, minute, hour, day and year that goes by I come closer and closer to this truth. I have escaped the lie and I wish not to ever turn back to it.
They say the 'Devil Is A Lie'….That….That is a truth that needs no explaining. The people around here say that we worship the Devil. But we do no such thing. Lucifer is everyone’s worst enemy. Unlike most he can not trick us with his deep blue eyes. Our goddess has made sure of that….But the lie is still there. Even in the words that I myself speak there is a lie. We all lie...So does that mean there’s a little bit of the devil inside of us all too?
Some questions must stay unanswered. But that doesn’t mean that they will never go unrevealed."
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