Post by haven on Mar 28, 2013 20:09:04 GMT -5
As the newly revamped TNT bursts onto the air live from the Century Link Arena in Omaha, Nebraska, a festive array of fireworks and fancy camera panning compliment each other as the fans go absolutely bat shit crazy with excitement. It takes a scant few seconds for the feed to rest upon the jubilant faces of The Fuzz and Big Al at ringside.
"I'm not even sure you folks at home can hear me right now. This place is so loud. Check the roof, see if it's been blown off. Welcome to GHW TNT live from Omaha, Nebraska. I'm Colin 'The Fuzz' Jennings and-"
"Hold on. I'm getting word from the back that there's been a urgent video package delivered to the production truck. Can we confi-"
The Honor-Tron flickers to life to show an outdoor setting, with a few trees in the background and a sunset that is retreating to usher in dusk. On the bottom right hand corner are the words "RECORDED EARLIER". The eye of the camera starts to slowly move downward, until it rests on the face and torso of a banged up but very much alive Wolverina. Gone is the exuberant and spirited bright smile and friendly face once worn by the Cutest of the Cute. This time a vindictive scowl is etched upon her visage; one that could possibly rival Jaggeroth's.
"A wise man once said 'All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing.' What that individual didn't elaborate on is what kind of 'something' do we good people do? Especially against an evil so powerful and overwhelming such as Jaggeroth and his minions from the lollypop guild. In my situation, do I simply defeat them in the confines of the ring? No, I don't. I've done that already. Every one of them have fallen at my hands, including Jaggeroth. But they're still around. Do I negotiate? Nope That's definitely out of the question. How about fighting fire with fire? In theory that sounds good but in reality, against the likes of Jaggeroth, that's a bad move. This problem haunted me as I stayed in that hospital bed, but then someone paid me a visit, and afterward it got me to thinking. There is no singular way to end Jaggeroth and his power trip. It will take multiple attacks of varying degrees to bring him down. That's when it hit me. And I now know what part I must play in this war. I must go lower than him."
She stands up from her seated position as the camera-man takes a few steps back and brings the entire surroundings into play. Haven had been sitting on a tombstone the entire time, in a small, very small graveyard with only 4 or 5 plots. The eye of the camera zooms in on the name "Amanda Nathan" written on the tombstone, then zooms back out to full picture.
"Here I stand at the grave site of your beloved wife. I could go lower than you right now, Jaggy. I could dig this bitch up and defile her in some bizarre way just to get back at you. Believe me, I thought about it. But I won't do that to her."
Haven turns on her heels a full 180 degrees and looks into the camera again, even more vindictively than the first time, and takes a few steps.
"Your dead little baby fetus, however, is a different story."
She stops at the tombstone of Balthazar Nathan, Jaggeroth's precious son. The trained camera operator hones his device in on the recent hole dug there and the world's smallest coffin that lies nearby, already pried open with a crowbar.
"You seem to forget I once stood side by side with you when you had me under your Stockholm Syndrome spell. I know your weakness, perhaps your only weakness. You would go on and on about seeding the next generation of Jaggeroths. It was the only thing in that cold heart of yours that meant anything. It was the only thing in the world you could love. Then, eventually, you found a wet hole to stick your dick into, that being Amanda Nathan. You climbed atop her and did what little bit you can do with that rice grain sized joke between your legs, and somehow conceived this little bastard right here."
She snatches up the shoe box sized coffin and rips out the small, not fully developed corpse that died inside Amanda's belly. From there she places him in a cradle position in her arms and rocks him back and forth almost affectionately, and even goes so far as to smooth out his tiny little Jaggeroth'ish style black death-robe he was buried in. She peers back into the lens again, her orbs unsettling.
"You speak ill of me over the death of this child. I did him a damn favor. With a name like Balthazar and a face like yours he was bound to be bullied and probably beaten to death by the time he was 12 anyway. Or, he could have wound up just like you and we just can't have that now can we? The situation now is pretty simple, Jaggeroth. You took my father from me, my best friend from me, and you stole my title. You tried to goad me into blindly challenging you to a match, which you would have agreed to and made some kind of hair-brain stipulation that would have made it impossible for me to win. But now you don't have that card to play. I do. I have in my possession the one thing you cherish above all else, and I am not giving him back until you agree to some terms."
She forces the dead fetus's hand up in a waving gesture and does a baby voice, saying "Hi da-da", before giggling like a good little psycho.
"Ahem. Anyway. Here are those terms. At Rise of the Fighty fighty persons you make things right with Millson and I by facing us in a Triple Threat Match for my GHW Championship. I would prefer to have you all to myself one on one but I am not going to allow you to screw over Millson, despite how much I dislike him. In this match I get to pick the match type and stipulations. I will notify you of the match type and stipulations at a time of my choosing. You have until the end of the program tonight to accept my challenge. If you refuse to do so, I will desecrate this hideous looking thing in the same manner you have desecrated my friends and family, maybe even worse. I'm sure you don't think I have it in me to cross that red line of yours Jaggy, so let me just put that notion to rest right now."
Haven tosses the carcass onto the ground like it is nothing more than a empty candy wrapper and drops to one knee, pulling out a sharp knife as she does so. The camera man saves us all from the gruesome scene by directly shifting the lens elsewhere, but the sounds coming from Haven and her knife leave nothing to the imagination. A few seconds later she comes into view attaching a silver necklace around her neck that have two freshly plucked infant corpse ears on it.
"If Daryl Dixon can have a geek necklace why can't I? It looks good on me doesn't it? Really brings out my eyes... and my bad side. It was just the ears this time. Next time I could peel his skin off and make a glove out of it. How humiliating would that be for you Jaggy? To be beaten in the face by your dead kid's skin attached to your worst enemy's fist?"
Wolfie picks the fetus back up and cradles it again. She takes a long, serious look into the camera one last time.
"Interception motherfucker.... our side's got the ball."
She turns to walk away, leaving all to believe this horrid incident was over. However, she stops suddenly and looks down at Amanda's grave.
"It's kind of a long drive from Norfolk to Omaha, so I might better use the bathroom right now before I get going."
She had finally found a good use for Amanda Nathan, aside from her being her own personal punching bag when she was alive. The scene fades to black as the GHW Champion drops her trousers.
EOT
"I'm not even sure you folks at home can hear me right now. This place is so loud. Check the roof, see if it's been blown off. Welcome to GHW TNT live from Omaha, Nebraska. I'm Colin 'The Fuzz' Jennings and-"
"Hold on. I'm getting word from the back that there's been a urgent video package delivered to the production truck. Can we confi-"
The Honor-Tron flickers to life to show an outdoor setting, with a few trees in the background and a sunset that is retreating to usher in dusk. On the bottom right hand corner are the words "RECORDED EARLIER". The eye of the camera starts to slowly move downward, until it rests on the face and torso of a banged up but very much alive Wolverina. Gone is the exuberant and spirited bright smile and friendly face once worn by the Cutest of the Cute. This time a vindictive scowl is etched upon her visage; one that could possibly rival Jaggeroth's.
"A wise man once said 'All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing.' What that individual didn't elaborate on is what kind of 'something' do we good people do? Especially against an evil so powerful and overwhelming such as Jaggeroth and his minions from the lollypop guild. In my situation, do I simply defeat them in the confines of the ring? No, I don't. I've done that already. Every one of them have fallen at my hands, including Jaggeroth. But they're still around. Do I negotiate? Nope That's definitely out of the question. How about fighting fire with fire? In theory that sounds good but in reality, against the likes of Jaggeroth, that's a bad move. This problem haunted me as I stayed in that hospital bed, but then someone paid me a visit, and afterward it got me to thinking. There is no singular way to end Jaggeroth and his power trip. It will take multiple attacks of varying degrees to bring him down. That's when it hit me. And I now know what part I must play in this war. I must go lower than him."
She stands up from her seated position as the camera-man takes a few steps back and brings the entire surroundings into play. Haven had been sitting on a tombstone the entire time, in a small, very small graveyard with only 4 or 5 plots. The eye of the camera zooms in on the name "Amanda Nathan" written on the tombstone, then zooms back out to full picture.
"Here I stand at the grave site of your beloved wife. I could go lower than you right now, Jaggy. I could dig this bitch up and defile her in some bizarre way just to get back at you. Believe me, I thought about it. But I won't do that to her."
Haven turns on her heels a full 180 degrees and looks into the camera again, even more vindictively than the first time, and takes a few steps.
"Your dead little baby fetus, however, is a different story."
She stops at the tombstone of Balthazar Nathan, Jaggeroth's precious son. The trained camera operator hones his device in on the recent hole dug there and the world's smallest coffin that lies nearby, already pried open with a crowbar.
"You seem to forget I once stood side by side with you when you had me under your Stockholm Syndrome spell. I know your weakness, perhaps your only weakness. You would go on and on about seeding the next generation of Jaggeroths. It was the only thing in that cold heart of yours that meant anything. It was the only thing in the world you could love. Then, eventually, you found a wet hole to stick your dick into, that being Amanda Nathan. You climbed atop her and did what little bit you can do with that rice grain sized joke between your legs, and somehow conceived this little bastard right here."
She snatches up the shoe box sized coffin and rips out the small, not fully developed corpse that died inside Amanda's belly. From there she places him in a cradle position in her arms and rocks him back and forth almost affectionately, and even goes so far as to smooth out his tiny little Jaggeroth'ish style black death-robe he was buried in. She peers back into the lens again, her orbs unsettling.
"You speak ill of me over the death of this child. I did him a damn favor. With a name like Balthazar and a face like yours he was bound to be bullied and probably beaten to death by the time he was 12 anyway. Or, he could have wound up just like you and we just can't have that now can we? The situation now is pretty simple, Jaggeroth. You took my father from me, my best friend from me, and you stole my title. You tried to goad me into blindly challenging you to a match, which you would have agreed to and made some kind of hair-brain stipulation that would have made it impossible for me to win. But now you don't have that card to play. I do. I have in my possession the one thing you cherish above all else, and I am not giving him back until you agree to some terms."
She forces the dead fetus's hand up in a waving gesture and does a baby voice, saying "Hi da-da", before giggling like a good little psycho.
"Ahem. Anyway. Here are those terms. At Rise of the Fighty fighty persons you make things right with Millson and I by facing us in a Triple Threat Match for my GHW Championship. I would prefer to have you all to myself one on one but I am not going to allow you to screw over Millson, despite how much I dislike him. In this match I get to pick the match type and stipulations. I will notify you of the match type and stipulations at a time of my choosing. You have until the end of the program tonight to accept my challenge. If you refuse to do so, I will desecrate this hideous looking thing in the same manner you have desecrated my friends and family, maybe even worse. I'm sure you don't think I have it in me to cross that red line of yours Jaggy, so let me just put that notion to rest right now."
Haven tosses the carcass onto the ground like it is nothing more than a empty candy wrapper and drops to one knee, pulling out a sharp knife as she does so. The camera man saves us all from the gruesome scene by directly shifting the lens elsewhere, but the sounds coming from Haven and her knife leave nothing to the imagination. A few seconds later she comes into view attaching a silver necklace around her neck that have two freshly plucked infant corpse ears on it.
"If Daryl Dixon can have a geek necklace why can't I? It looks good on me doesn't it? Really brings out my eyes... and my bad side. It was just the ears this time. Next time I could peel his skin off and make a glove out of it. How humiliating would that be for you Jaggy? To be beaten in the face by your dead kid's skin attached to your worst enemy's fist?"
Wolfie picks the fetus back up and cradles it again. She takes a long, serious look into the camera one last time.
"Interception motherfucker.... our side's got the ball."
She turns to walk away, leaving all to believe this horrid incident was over. However, she stops suddenly and looks down at Amanda's grave.
"It's kind of a long drive from Norfolk to Omaha, so I might better use the bathroom right now before I get going."
She had finally found a good use for Amanda Nathan, aside from her being her own personal punching bag when she was alive. The scene fades to black as the GHW Champion drops her trousers.
EOT
