Post by Deleted on Apr 11, 2017 14:07:37 GMT -5
(OOC: Warning! RP describes a suicide.)
HUNTER GRAND or HUMPTY DUMPTY?
(The scene opens to a gruesome sight. The stench is unbearable. A thick haze of despair seems to hang in the executive office room. A blood splatter tells the story. Broken bits of human bone and flesh everywhere. They litter the ceiling, the walls, the windows, and the floor. If reassembly was possible, some high-powered CEO or corporate ruler was the victim. It is here where we find the Angel of Death dressed in black clothing and a long black coat, staring somberly at the deceased individual.)
AZRAEL: Oh, how the mighty have fallen.
(Azrael speaks in a somber yet respectful tone; his eyes glued to the faceless corpse.)
AZRAEL: This man was on my contract docket before my fateful incident in the Middle East. He owed his position, power, and prosperity to my former “employer.”
(Azrael slowly shakes his head before walking past from bloody gore. He looks out the office windows of the top floor corporate office.)
AZRAEL: You can almost still hear the shotgun blast ringing in the room, bouncing off the walls. But when you make a deal with the devil, you have to know that he will always come to collect.
(One of the windows has a star-shaped crack. A skull fragment is lodged in the middle. Azrael looks down and sees the death weapon between the dead man’s legs. A shotgun, barrel covered in blood, accenting the shiny steel. The smell of gunpowder still lingers. A self-inflicted demise. He turns back around and looks at the computer screen, spotted with blood. The screen is still up. It is an email. It reads: A DEAL IS A DEAL. PAYMENT PAST DUE. COLLECTION IS COMING.)
AZRAEL: Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall. Humpty Dumpty had a great fall. And all the king’s horses and all the king’s men couldn’t put Humpty Dumpty back together again.
(Azrael walks away from the window, past the corpse, and standing in the middle of the room. He blocks the view of the suicide as he stands in the middle of the office with his hands behind his back.)
AZRAEL: What can we learn from this nursery rhyme and our faceless friend over there? Don’t write checks your ass can’t cash. And what does this have to do with L!GHTS OUT #8 and my match with Hunter Grand for the Grand Slam Championship?
(Azrael looks somberly through the invisible wall separating him from his audience.)
AZRAEL: The living being that was once the corpse behind me was known to be a narcissist, an oppressor, and a con man. Sound familiar? It sounds similarly to words used by the wrestling community at-large to describe the Grand One. Now, I don’t know Hunter other than what Union Battleground intel and Google have to offer but something tells me the depiction might not be too far off. The reason I chose to come to this gruesome scene is because I hope to prevent another suicide especially after L!GHTS OUT #8.
(There is a small hint of a smirk on the left side of Azrael’s mouth.)
AZRAEL: You see, whenever Hunter decides to grace us with his presence, he proclaims his self-importance and implies everyone else's’ inferiority. This Grand Slam Championship he carries around? It’s nothing but a tool to feed his self-proclaimed superiority and to demean the hard work of others. And any comment that you make towards him will inevitably be twisted so that he can preserve his inflated self-image and gain control over the conversation. Hunter Grand clearly views himself as the grandest human being who ever lived.
(Azrael pauses to prepare for his thought-provoking questions.)
AZRAEL: So what’s going to happen at L!GHTS OUT #8 when the Grand One comes face to face with the Angel of Death? What’s going to happen when I pin Hunter Grand for the three-count? What’s going to go through the Grand Slam Champion’s mind when the referee hands his personally-customized title belt to me?
(Azrael pauses again to allow the series of questions to sink in.)
AZRAEL: This is why I am here. I’m hoping this visual of a broken narcissist will jar some sense into Hunter before the brutal reality of a match with me crumbles his world. This is what happens to the human mind when it loses all self-imposed grandeur and is faced with a reality so harsh to bear. This man behind me screwed with more lives than he could count while reaping the benefits of his deal with the devil. Then he tried to screw with the devil himself. You don’t screw the devil. He screws you. And when faced with that reality, he decided to take the coward’s way out of this earthly existence and escape. Unfortunately for him, where his soul is going, he won’t be facing some agent of Lucifer. He’s going to deal with the devil himself.
(Azrael’s facial expression turned from somber to intense.)
AZRAEL: I’m trying to save your life here, Hunter. You don’t want to keep on this path. You are not invincible. You are not untouchable. You are fallible, mortal, and most likely an excellent talent. But come L!GHTS OUT #8, this life lesson is over. I will do what needs to be done to continue my ascension up the mountain known as Union Battleground. The ring is my realm and no Grand Slam Championship will ever tell me otherwise. Bring the Trench War Championship or the Union Battleground Championship into my realm and then maybe you will mean something. But until then? Your Grand Slam Championship can adorn my girlfriend’s dog’s new doghouse.
(Azrael steps away from blocking the grotesque scene.)
AZRAEL: Don’t let this be your future, Hunter. Don't be another Humpty Dumpty.
(As Azrael disappears into the darkness, he recites another nursery rhyme.)
AZRAEL: Hunter Grand sat on a grand wall. At L!GHTS OUT #8 Hunter Grand had a grand fall. All of Grand’s minions and Grand’s title belts couldn’t put Hunter Grand back together again.