Post by Jaggeroth on Jun 24, 2010 1:23:42 GMT -5
The scene opens with Reverend Vortigern sitting in his office, his attention is set on the KotDM number one contender's match that was going on live. Standing next to the so called man of the cloth was his newest acquisition, The God King himself. They watch on with great interest as Matt Violence starts taking the fight to Magnus Gunner. Suddenly the Fuzz breaks in between the action, something was going on backstage.
"Hold on ladies and gentlemen! I'm getting word from backstage that the entire Circus has come out of hiding and they're heading for Vortigern's office as we speak. Jaggeroth is apparently leading the pack and seems to be in one his moods."
"Can we get some cameras back there? I want to see what Jaggeroth has in store for The Reverend this time!"
Vorti reclines back in his sinister leather office chair, his hand stroking his beard. His entire security force prepares themselves behind his desk and waits for the oncoming storm forming outside their door. The live broadcast switches to a two panel format, one has the match going on live and the other showing Jaggeroth rushing down the halls with Wolverina tugging along on his coat tails. She tries pulling on his arm to make him listen to reason, but he just pulls her along as he continues on. Seraphiel, Pyro and Grimy all yell at him, they try talking him out of this but he would hear none of it, he was a man heading straight into a suicide mission.
"Jared please! You don't have to do this! I'll just take the beating, you don't have to do this for me. I can take anything that man can throw at me!"
Jaggeroth stops dead in his tracks, Wolfie still clings to his arm as he turns his head around to address her.
"I have to do this, please just understand. This is fate, things will always be dark for all of us and I can't help but feel like this is my fault."
The Time Killer turns completely around glaring at little Wolfie, his lips shiver as his eyes start to water up. He falls to his knees in front of her and buries his head in her flat tummy, his arms wrap around her waist and latch together and just won't let go.
"I just can't let him get a hold of you! I know this is some sinister plot by that ass hole to just get rid of you once and for all. I don't wan't to lose you again!"
Haven's hand carresses Jag's long, greasy hair while he brushes the front of his mask along her abs. Jag lifts his facade up, the black make up around his eyes was dripping away and bringing out the light in his baby blues.
"Let me face the executioner for you, it's the least I can do for you...I have to face him, if I don't go for it now I may never get this chance again."
"Jare-bear...Make him bleed for me."
Jaggeroth leaps up off the tiled floor with Wolfie in hand, he hold her in the air with glee written all over his face.
"Oh my!"
"You're too good to me!"
Reverend Vortigern turns away from his t.v set, his mood turns sour at the word of Jaggeroth's impending arrival. His cane flies from his hand to the side and blows into the television set, sparks shoot out towards the God King, Vlad holds his hands up in the air to protect himself from the shattering glass.
Vortigern:"What the hell does that retard want this time? You idiots, make sure he doesn't lay a finger on my prize catch or it's your jobs!"
The Reverend doesn't have to wait long, the sounds of pleading and anger fill the hallway outside his office door. The door handle jiggles around, it's metallic rustle is the signal the guards were waiting for. One heavily obese skin head takes his place along the brittle dry wall. A roar rings out from behind the wall, the guard raises up his black jack and prepares for Jaggeroth to come busting through the door. The guard flinches a little, a crack appears along the wall he is leaning up against. Jaggeroth's upper body breaks through the sudden tear in the dry wall, his eyes notice the heavy set guard leaning below him, his face frozen in fear at the sight of The Time Killer above him. Jag's arms reach down at the kneeling security director, they grasps onto his head, he is pulled up and out through the make shift entrance Jaggeroth had made into Vortigern's office, his upper half is squeezed through the hole and lays there kicking his legs in the air. The three other guards along with Vorti and Vlad all listen in shock, a scream for mercy rings out through the hallways as the sounds of teeth ripping flesh echoes through their brains. The guard's legs stop kicking, a slosh of fluid hits the floor outside the office before the skin head is dragged fully out into the hallway. Suddenly the Time Killer's fist starts breaking through the dry wall, random holes start forming around the big one that the skin head had just disappeared into. Finally, in a show of rage, Jaggeroth breaks through the wall and into the office, his face is covered with malice along with the guard's blood along his mouth hole.
"VLADAMIR!"
The other security personal jump in font of the desk, they were hell bent on protecting their boss. Their retaliation would only cost them, Jaggeroth went on a one man war against the three. The tall, lanky one would be the first one to fall to Jaggeroth's might, his head is sent into the dry wall to their side with little effort. The Mexican luchadore wannabe is next, his head snaps violently to the side as Jaggeroth lashes out, the heel of the Psycho King spins from his body and cuts through the guard's defense, the guard falls to the side in a slump. The final guard, a very large and intimidating black man, tries planting his feet on the ground to hold the Time Killer back. Jaggeroth sprints forward, his shoulder in front of him, and slams into the guard, the Negro enforcer is lifted off his base and sent flying backwards as if he weighed nothing at all. Vortigern's desk is shattered to pieces from the weight of the black enforcer slamming on top of it, Jaggeroth stands before them in all of this destruction, his head held low and his eyes locked onto the God King before him.
"Vlad, I've waited a long time for this day to finally meet you."
Vlad folds his arms together over his chest and nods his head. The entire Circus starts entering through the hole in the wall, they fan out behind their sovereign . Darth and Wolfie stand at each side of their rampaging mental train wreck of a leader, Pyro, Grimy and Seraphiel fill out the rest of their ranks.
"Who the hell do you think you are? I demand you all leave this instant!"
"I want Vlad..."
"What!"
"I said I want to be the one to face the God King at Red, White and Bruised."
"That is simply out out of the question! I already booked Vlad v. Wolfie, and there isn't a God damn thing you or your cronies can do about it!"
The enraged Psycho King turns back to Vlad, his arm dramatically rising into the air in front of him.
"Think of it, Vlad! You and Me, finally squaring off in that ring, so many fantasy federations and dirt sheets cream themselves over the very though of it finally going down."
The Psycho King tip toes his way over, his arms at his sides with with palms open and raised shaking at his waist.
"I'm the one you need to punish, the assualt on that fat piece of shit was more my idea than hers! I'm the one who sliced into him and spilled his blood. Leave Wolfie out of this, this is fate and needs to happen. Think about it...The greatest hardcore Fighty fighty persons of all time going at it in an atmosphere that only brings out the best and worst of our being! I've always admired your work from afar, your destructive intent is truly a work of art, it makes my pitiful crimes look like someone threw some shit on a canvas and called it good! We both are warriors Strife! Show your true side to me, let her be and accept my challenge! Don't fall for his tricks, whatever hold he has against you is nothing, after the smoke clears from our match I can help you escape his grasp! Show me that you're a true man, show me why they call you the God King!"
Vlad's eyes lower, they shoot side to side against the ground as he thinks over what Jaggeroth had just said to him. The Reverend jumps up from his chair at the very sound of this idea, he intends to argue the situation.
TBCB: Vortigern or Vlad.
"Hold on ladies and gentlemen! I'm getting word from backstage that the entire Circus has come out of hiding and they're heading for Vortigern's office as we speak. Jaggeroth is apparently leading the pack and seems to be in one his moods."
"Can we get some cameras back there? I want to see what Jaggeroth has in store for The Reverend this time!"
Vorti reclines back in his sinister leather office chair, his hand stroking his beard. His entire security force prepares themselves behind his desk and waits for the oncoming storm forming outside their door. The live broadcast switches to a two panel format, one has the match going on live and the other showing Jaggeroth rushing down the halls with Wolverina tugging along on his coat tails. She tries pulling on his arm to make him listen to reason, but he just pulls her along as he continues on. Seraphiel, Pyro and Grimy all yell at him, they try talking him out of this but he would hear none of it, he was a man heading straight into a suicide mission.
"Jared please! You don't have to do this! I'll just take the beating, you don't have to do this for me. I can take anything that man can throw at me!"
Jaggeroth stops dead in his tracks, Wolfie still clings to his arm as he turns his head around to address her.
"I have to do this, please just understand. This is fate, things will always be dark for all of us and I can't help but feel like this is my fault."
The Time Killer turns completely around glaring at little Wolfie, his lips shiver as his eyes start to water up. He falls to his knees in front of her and buries his head in her flat tummy, his arms wrap around her waist and latch together and just won't let go.
"I just can't let him get a hold of you! I know this is some sinister plot by that ass hole to just get rid of you once and for all. I don't wan't to lose you again!"
Haven's hand carresses Jag's long, greasy hair while he brushes the front of his mask along her abs. Jag lifts his facade up, the black make up around his eyes was dripping away and bringing out the light in his baby blues.
"Let me face the executioner for you, it's the least I can do for you...I have to face him, if I don't go for it now I may never get this chance again."
"Jare-bear...Make him bleed for me."
Jaggeroth leaps up off the tiled floor with Wolfie in hand, he hold her in the air with glee written all over his face.
"Oh my!"
"You're too good to me!"
Reverend Vortigern turns away from his t.v set, his mood turns sour at the word of Jaggeroth's impending arrival. His cane flies from his hand to the side and blows into the television set, sparks shoot out towards the God King, Vlad holds his hands up in the air to protect himself from the shattering glass.
Vortigern:"What the hell does that retard want this time? You idiots, make sure he doesn't lay a finger on my prize catch or it's your jobs!"
The Reverend doesn't have to wait long, the sounds of pleading and anger fill the hallway outside his office door. The door handle jiggles around, it's metallic rustle is the signal the guards were waiting for. One heavily obese skin head takes his place along the brittle dry wall. A roar rings out from behind the wall, the guard raises up his black jack and prepares for Jaggeroth to come busting through the door. The guard flinches a little, a crack appears along the wall he is leaning up against. Jaggeroth's upper body breaks through the sudden tear in the dry wall, his eyes notice the heavy set guard leaning below him, his face frozen in fear at the sight of The Time Killer above him. Jag's arms reach down at the kneeling security director, they grasps onto his head, he is pulled up and out through the make shift entrance Jaggeroth had made into Vortigern's office, his upper half is squeezed through the hole and lays there kicking his legs in the air. The three other guards along with Vorti and Vlad all listen in shock, a scream for mercy rings out through the hallways as the sounds of teeth ripping flesh echoes through their brains. The guard's legs stop kicking, a slosh of fluid hits the floor outside the office before the skin head is dragged fully out into the hallway. Suddenly the Time Killer's fist starts breaking through the dry wall, random holes start forming around the big one that the skin head had just disappeared into. Finally, in a show of rage, Jaggeroth breaks through the wall and into the office, his face is covered with malice along with the guard's blood along his mouth hole.
"VLADAMIR!"
The other security personal jump in font of the desk, they were hell bent on protecting their boss. Their retaliation would only cost them, Jaggeroth went on a one man war against the three. The tall, lanky one would be the first one to fall to Jaggeroth's might, his head is sent into the dry wall to their side with little effort. The Mexican luchadore wannabe is next, his head snaps violently to the side as Jaggeroth lashes out, the heel of the Psycho King spins from his body and cuts through the guard's defense, the guard falls to the side in a slump. The final guard, a very large and intimidating black man, tries planting his feet on the ground to hold the Time Killer back. Jaggeroth sprints forward, his shoulder in front of him, and slams into the guard, the Negro enforcer is lifted off his base and sent flying backwards as if he weighed nothing at all. Vortigern's desk is shattered to pieces from the weight of the black enforcer slamming on top of it, Jaggeroth stands before them in all of this destruction, his head held low and his eyes locked onto the God King before him.
"Vlad, I've waited a long time for this day to finally meet you."
Vlad folds his arms together over his chest and nods his head. The entire Circus starts entering through the hole in the wall, they fan out behind their sovereign . Darth and Wolfie stand at each side of their rampaging mental train wreck of a leader, Pyro, Grimy and Seraphiel fill out the rest of their ranks.
"Who the hell do you think you are? I demand you all leave this instant!"
"I want Vlad..."
"What!"
"I said I want to be the one to face the God King at Red, White and Bruised."
"That is simply out out of the question! I already booked Vlad v. Wolfie, and there isn't a God damn thing you or your cronies can do about it!"
The enraged Psycho King turns back to Vlad, his arm dramatically rising into the air in front of him.
"Think of it, Vlad! You and Me, finally squaring off in that ring, so many fantasy federations and dirt sheets cream themselves over the very though of it finally going down."
The Psycho King tip toes his way over, his arms at his sides with with palms open and raised shaking at his waist.
"I'm the one you need to punish, the assualt on that fat piece of shit was more my idea than hers! I'm the one who sliced into him and spilled his blood. Leave Wolfie out of this, this is fate and needs to happen. Think about it...The greatest hardcore Fighty fighty persons of all time going at it in an atmosphere that only brings out the best and worst of our being! I've always admired your work from afar, your destructive intent is truly a work of art, it makes my pitiful crimes look like someone threw some shit on a canvas and called it good! We both are warriors Strife! Show your true side to me, let her be and accept my challenge! Don't fall for his tricks, whatever hold he has against you is nothing, after the smoke clears from our match I can help you escape his grasp! Show me that you're a true man, show me why they call you the God King!"
Vlad's eyes lower, they shoot side to side against the ground as he thinks over what Jaggeroth had just said to him. The Reverend jumps up from his chair at the very sound of this idea, he intends to argue the situation.
TBCB: Vortigern or Vlad.
