Post by Dick Devereaux on Sept 20, 2017 19:49:16 GMT -5
007 | False God vs. Sadistic Butcher
[The scene opens up inside of an old, abandoned Church. The decaying walls are peeling away as the floor and pews are rotting beneath. The only light shining inside is from the shattered windows. The stained glass of beauty now rests in pieces on the floor. The large cross at the front of the Church on the stage is covered with an old sheet. Suddenly, the doors of the church swing open wildly as Dick Devereaux steps in holding a handmade baseball bat with saw blades attached to the top. Devereaux storms in with a purpose as he begins speaking.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: A False God and a Sadistic Butcher walk into a Church. Who burns first?
[Devereaux is dressed in a pair of cutoff shorts, a sleeveless "Dick Is Gonna Kill You" T-Shirt, a pair of sneakers, and a custom designed leather jacket covered with spikes. Dick eyes the camera as he begins pacing down the aisle.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: We've been at eachother since you invited me into your little Rat Pack and I fucked you over. You thought me out to be the chosen one, someone you could brainwash into doing your dirty work while you sit back and reap the benefits, just like you do with your little cronies. You were mad. Wanted revenge. Since then you've been trying to take me out with everything you have. Here's the thing though, I'm still standing here a hundred percent, ready to cave your fuckin' skull in!
[Dick suddenly swings the bat violently into one of the pews, cracking it in half as he pulls the saw bat out. He swings again this time breaking it directly in half. Dick begins slamming his bat into the pews over and over, destroying them one by one. Dick smashes a few before turning back at the camera with the bat resting on his shoulder.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: Don't get it twisted Nemesis. I've tried my hand at beating your ass too. We've thrown words and thrown fists, but neither one of us has backed down. I can give you credit for that. When it came time for me and you to throw hands, you took the punches and gave them back. But the fact of the matter is this... you sent your cronies to take me out. I beat the brakes off of them every single time they stepped to me. The only way you got the upperhand on me was to grab my trainer, Kuk Killswitch. Bravo, you can kidnap a beaten down veteran. But then I did better, like I always do. I kidnapped one of yours, dragged her by her pathetic hair and almost bashed her fuckin' brain all over the front of the building.
[Dick smashes his bat on the ground giving off a look of joy as he mentions Mila. A hole quickly forms as Dick slams the bat into another pew before pushing two more over. Dick storms over and smashes the bat through the remaining stained glass portrait of the Church. He smiles at his handiwork as he turns back to the camera.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: You finally came at me when I took out all of your troops, leaving you with nobody to hide behind. And when we went at it, neither one of us fell. Security had to break us apart. You better be happy that they did because I was aiming to end you. But guess what Nemesis, there won't be any security when we step into the Seventh Circle of Hell Match! You're trapped inside a cage with a monster. No exits and nobody to come in and help you. Just you and me and cold, hard, unforgiving steel! The only way to walk out is to climb a ladder and retrieve the Championship hanging in the middle. I won't lie, this is a match I've never seen or stepped into before. I've been in a lot of wars, but this is a new structure. But here's the difference between us Nemesis. I LIVE FOR VIOLENCE! Deathmatches, broken glass, barbedwire, all of these are tools for me to use to torture!
[Dick turns and walks up the stage before flipping a table over sending candles and crosses flying across the stage. He slams his bat through another before tossing the pieces across the Church nearly taking out the poor cameraman. Dick turns to a statue of Jesus Christ as he eyes it. He raises his bat in the air before slamming it over and over into the face of the Jesus statue. it chips and shatters away before Dick takes one more mighty swing, removing the head from the statue and sending it tumbling on the ground. Dick kicks the statue over as he lets out a primal roar of anger. He turns to the camera once more, this time with rage in his eyes.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: I've been waiting to get my hands on you since day one of our fight. I don't like this waiting game. I'm done playing hide and seek with your smoke and mirrors bullshit. The time for us to step into the ring and prove who is at the top of the Battleground is now! You thought you could brain wash me into joining Salvation and then extracting MY belt without having to lift a finger. Unfortunately for you this big angry bull has a mind of his own! I don't play well with others and I don't follow some false God. When we step into the ring at Coupe De Grace, I'm gonna' show the world that you're nothing but a kid dressed up for Halloween. Not a God, not a prophet, not a fearless leader... a scared little child!
[Dick grabs the sheet covering the cross and pulls it down. On the cross hangs a child. His hands and feet are bound to the cross. He is seemingly crucified. The child is painted and dressed exactly like Nemesis. Blood runs down the boys hands and from his feet as nails are stuck inside of him attaching him to the cross. A puddle has formed underneath the cross, resting on the rotting floor. Devereaux looks up at him and laughs sadistically as he turns to the camera.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: The time for talk is over Nemesis. Mind games and smoke and mirrors are done. It's time to paint up and get ready for the fight of your life. You thought this was your night? You thought this was your match? Sadly, you were wrong. You're stepping into the Butchers Battleground! And I'm gonna' fuckin' KILL YOU!
[Devereaux slams the bat into the cross as he rubs his hand into the blood puddle. He turns to the camera before placing his hand onto his face and peeling it back slowly leaving his signature bloody hand print. A symbol which Nemesis and Salvation thought to be the symbol of Dick's chosen status. Dick extends his arms to the sides as he eyes the camera with hatred filling his sockets. He pushes past the camera and makes his exit as the camera pans back to the destroyed Church as well as the sadistic scene of a crucified child version of Nemesis.]
“I am the Alpha and the Omega, the beginning and the end” - Revelation 21:6
The camera opens up to the loud sound of an explosion that sends tremors rumbling throughout the concrete beneath the camera and in the immediate area. Smoke and dust immediately fill the vision of the camera, not allowing the viewer to gain a grasp of where we currently area. We then hear screams, followed by angry yells, single shots and also burst shots from what appears to sound like rifles shooting off, all mixed in with the loud buzzing in the current audio from being so close to the explosion‘s detonation. The dust slowly settles and we now see a group of four men, all carrying AK-47 with Keffiyeh’s on their heads and wearing normal, middle eastern civilian clothing such throbe’s and thin pants. The men are charging loudly towards something off in the distance when all of a sudden, a larger group of men come out of nowhere following them as ‘backup’ with a few older model war equipped Hummers that they most likely took over either during a victorious battle or through claiming due to the massive amount of war equipment the United States is notorious for ‘leaving behind’.
As the Islamic State fighters fade up the ravaged street we are focused on, emerging from the rubble near where the explosion detonated earlier comes Union battleground superstar and number one contender to the Union Battleground Championship Nemesis, through the thick dust, not phased in the slightest, in line with the perception he consistently gives off. The usual markings of the horror and evil that consumes his body from the mid-chest up to the top of his head look darker, angrier and hungrier today as they are fully shown off with Nemesis being in his current shirtless state. His headpiece sways in the wind, with his all black cargo military pants and military boots making him look like a solider of a war too great for this Earth but yet, here he is, currently in one of the most war torn parts of the world; Raqqa, Syria.
The buildings everywhere around him are destroyed, in fact the whole scene looks like one massive Oklahoma City Bombing with not much life in the near vicinity as they’ve obviously wisely evacuated. In the distance we begin to hear the consistent cracking of shots being exchanged by the Islamic State rebels who just recently passed by and their intended targets that they were headed towards earlier.
“The consequences of war…they can bring a city to it’s demise and a nation to it’s knees with one swift action in one split second…isn’t this what you attempted to do at L!GHTS OUT Richard? By costing my beautiful Black Rose Mila and Sinister their chance to compete for the Tag Championships at Coup De Grace?”, Nemesis asks towards the camera as it follows him while he too begins walking up the street
“You wished for Salvation to pay the consequences of this war that has been waged upon yourself and Union Battleground, specifically for what was done to your friend, mentor and the only father figure you’ve ever known; Kuk Killswitch. Well bravo Richard, you cost Salvation a battle, but Richard, this great war, it all revolves around the Gold you hold, not belts that define a tag team, oh no, those of course would have been a welcomed addition to Salvation in which, Mila and Sinister will have to answer to me for losing, even with your involvement, but what the primary focus is and always has been is the Union Battleground Championship”, Nemesis flashes his signature sadistic smirk but takes a quick left down another war ravaged street instead of following the straight path up towards the firefight the rebels are involved in
“Your birth right through your subconsciously placed face mark made offering you a position in Salvation merely a convenient way to bring the Union battleground Champion under Salvation’s control Richard, but you decided to be the ignorant fool the world has always known you to be and decided to choose the hard way but no matter, our great war will resume this Sunday and I will end your existence, your reign and your presence in the industry”, Nemesis now puts his hands in his pockets as if he is comfortable amongst the destruction around him as we can still hear the firefight cracking shots off in the distance
As the camera takes in the sights around him; more broken and destroyed buildings, apartments and store fronts, we hear a whimpering which seems to be close to Nemesis’ location. Nemesis then comes upon an older, skinny, homely looking Labrador dog whose hair has gone from blonde to grey in most areas. Half of the dog’s body is under a chunk of concrete and the older dog looks to be bleeding out. Nemesis bends down, looks the dog in it’s eyes and then proceeds to grab it and snap it’s neck with a loud CRACK! that echoes throughout the street, even amongst the gun shots. Nemesis places it’s head down, stands back up and begins walking once again.
“How ironic that the injured dog, whose life I just took, also met it's fate via a Coup de Grace as that was nothing but mercy shown to an animal who is suffering and destined for the grave…kind of like yourself Richard”, Nemesis laughs to himself as he now takes a right down a street while the gun fire begins getting louder as if he is heading directly for it
“I’ve seen the suffering when I’ve looked into the windows to your soul…your eyes, you have nothing and no one in life, rejected by the abnormal and looked down upon by the normal because of your demeanor but fear not Richard, for I have come to not only take the only thing that matters to you, the Union Battleground Championship, but also to end your suffering Richard…to lay your soul woven with pain to rest…but not before I inflict my own pain of course upon your mortal flesh”, Nemesis grins as he now walks past the final building and out into the middle of an intersection between main streets dead smack in the middle of this firefight
Nemesis again looks unbothered as he looks to his left, showing us American backed Kurdish and Arab fighters firing round after round, some reloading vigorously with others tanking position in front of militarized vehicles of their own. Nemesis now looks to his right and sees the Islamic State rebels from earlier doing the same as their counterparts. Nemesis puts his hand up, chest level with his palm out and suddenly bullets, from both sides, that were destined to whiz by freeze in mid air, as does the fighting itself along with the soldiers on both sides as if with utter ease Nemesis has stopped time dead in it’s tracks.
“Mortals, they fight over such trivial, insignificant matters whether it be one religion wording a passage slightly different then another, opium in Afghanistan that leads their own down the path of addiction and death, resources like fossil fuel that are killing the planet you all live on as well as fellow mortals to obtain it in the first place, it seems as though mankind, as a whole, are destined to constantly be fighting with one another, to constantly be waging wars and burning proverbial bridges but I ask Richard, is this our destiny? Not only have we proven that we do not like each other but we have also shown that we are both willing to go to hell and back to obtain victory over the other and how ironic that this Sunday we will both go into the 7th Circle of Hell and only one of us will come back able to claim victory and greatness”, Nemesis has continued walking this whole time still crossing the intersection and when he does he turns back around
Nemesis looks on for a moment and then sways his hand causing time to instantly proceed moving forward again as he watches on while the bullets he stopped in mid air now continue on to find their destination, some missing and some dropping bodies on both sides as Nemesis can only smile once again at the death and carnage in front of him which has become such a usual occurrence since his arrival in union Battleground.
“On Sunday Richard, there will be no blow thrown with mercy behind it, every shot will be calculated with the intent to end you and that’s exactly what I will do. Like any good General, in any great war, I have strategized for this final siege for quite some time with your downfall at the forefront of every idea or thought coordinated into my plan. So train with Tide of Blood, conjure up any sadistic new bat your mind can think of, forge any pair of brass knuckles you wish but in the end it will matter not, for the seal on your destiny was broken long ago Richard and now every road you’ve made your way down, every path you have walked upon have led you to this moment…your end by my hands…see you Sunday Richard, sleep well, if you can”, Nemesis looks dead straight into the camera with a cold, calculating stare and then turns around and walks down the street he had crossed onto earlier
As Nemesis continues walking with his back towards us, the camera stays stationary letting Nemesis walk off as bullets continuously fly by while the screams of war and agony from both sides fill the air as we fade out to a Coup De Grace commercial for the Battleground Network.
Last Edit: Sept 22, 2017 7:07:38 GMT -5 by Nemesis
Union Battleground Record: 10-1
Accolades: Union Battleground Champion [1x] Guerrilla Warfare Winner [1x]
