Post by Dick Devereaux on Nov 24, 2017 19:33:11 GMT -5
008 | White Walls and a Butcher
[White walls and bright lights flash as we open up to the inside of a very clean hospital. Nurses and Doctors work away on their patients as the daily hustle of the hospital goes on around them. Babies cry, children scream, moaning and groaning are heard throughout. We cut into room thirteen where we see a bald man with a chin strap beard sitting in a bed wearing a hospital gown. Wires and an IV are attached to him as he finishes a pudding cup and tosses it towards the trash, splattering it all over the sink and counter above the can. Dick Devereaux laughs as he looks to the camera.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: It's been a rough few weeks. Deathmatch after Deathmatch after Deathmatch. No break, no healing. I finally manage to get a bit of time to heal. And I end up in here strapped to this shit. In roughly one weeks time I step back into the ring in the main event of Union Battlegrounds Burning Hammer. I've only got one question... Why the FUCK is Rogan MacLean in this match?!
[Devereaux pushes turns the distracting TV off with the remote as he sits up in the bed. Visibly irritation is spread across his face as he pushes the blanket off of his lap.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: This should be a one on one Championship rematch for MY Union Battleground Championship! If you wanted a main event for Burning Hammer you should've booked the rematch Axel! That alone sells fuckin' tickets! But no, you go ahead and throw Rogan MacLean, a nobody in the realm of the Battleground, into this match. Is he supposed to matter? Is THAT where you're getting your money from Axel? No names showing up to fight?! Or did you think cuz he's someone outside of the Battleground that he would bring asses to seats?
[Dick swings his legs out and scoots to the edge of the bed. He stands and grabs the IV stand as he walks to the bathroom. Devereaux swings the door open before entering and turning his bare ass to the camera. We hear the sound of urine hitting water as Dick continues speaking as he bleeds the lizard.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: Rogan, I don't know a whole hell of a lot about you, but the little I do know is that you're a skilled technical wrestler trained by a Goddamn mercenary. I've heard you like to find a weakness and drone in on it. That's about fuckin' it. You've got nothing else going for you Rogan. You're not strong, you're not dangerous, and you're not even that smart. You plan to step into the main event of the Battleground in your first match here and stand toe to toe with the wannabe Champ and the Butcher of the FUCKIN' Battleground and all you've got is some technical skill and a few submission holds?! You won't last long boy. You might as well stand behind the ref and let me take care of the business I'm coming to Burning Hammer to take care of. I won't count you completely out yet though. Axel seemed to see something in you. Enough to put you in there with the top of the Battleground. Just be careful Rogan... I'm not coming for competition. I'm coming for BLOOD!
[Devereaux finishes his piss as he shakes it a few times and turns back to the camera. He exits the bathroom and walks to the bed as he sits back down. We can see bandages all over his body. A few on his head, one on his right forearm, and a couple on his chest and back. Devereaux begins pulling off the wires attached to him as he continues.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: NEMESIS! I hope you're fuckin' listening boy! The last time I saw you in the ring was when you STOLE MY FUCKIN' BELT! And then you decided to be a real Champ and come over to Warzone Pro and attack me after I just won my debut. Not to mention the WAR I went through just days earlier over in Death Trip. You attacked an injured dog. I've healed up and I've gotten to nearly a hundred percent. Since the belts not on the line come Burning Hammer, I'm coming for your fuckin' head! I don't give a shit about winning or losing at Burning Hammer, all I care about is ripping your Goddamn throat out and drinking your blood! You've screwed me over and over again! And every time what has saved you from losing? Every single time your savior is your retarded group of cronies. Salvation comes to Daddies rescue... again. See Nemesis, YOU CAN'T BEAT ME! No matter how hard you try you can't fuckin' do the job. You NEED help in order to win. But this time is different. There isn't a belt on the line. Nothing but bragging rights to fight for. And at this point I could give a shit less about bragging rights. I WILL make you bleed Nemesis. I WILL beat you within an inch of your life. And I WILL make sure that come Season Two of Union Battleground... that belt comes back to where it belongs.
[Dick grabs hold of the IV and yanks it out quickly. A small line of blood squirts onto the bed, but Dick ignores it as he simply covers it with some gauze and tape. Dick slides on some yellow hospital socks and grabs his pack of Marlboro Reds and lighter as he goes to stand up.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: Oh and I won't forget about your little group of rejects and sideshow freaks. Salvation's days are numbered Nemesis. Come Season Two... the Butcher will MURDER once again!
[Devereaux stands to his feet as a Nurse steps into the room. She looks concerned as he begins walking towards the door. She steps forward, attempting to block his path.]
NURSE: You can't leave sir. You have to be released first.
[Dick smirks before backing off. She calms down, realizing Dick is going to cooperate. Suddenly, Dick leaps at her throat, grabbing it and pushing her to the wall. She gasps for air as he chokes her in the air.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: You best be smart and get the FUCK out of my way bitch!
[Dick tosses her across the room as he storms out of the door. She slides across the floor as she slams into the hospital bed. She looks terrified as Devereaux storms towards the elevator and past concerned Nurses and Doctors. Security comes after him, but Dick simply shoves a stretcher towards them, blocking the path. He darts into the elevator and pushes the button as the doors slam shut on him lighting up a cigarette. The Security gets to the door as it closes, the frantic Security trying to stop the elevator and deciding to use the stairs instead. The camera cuts the the front door where we see Devereaux storm out and head towards the parking lot. We see him walking off in the distance as a gust of wind hits his gown showing his bare ass to the screen. The scene begins to fade out as we see Devereaux smash a window of a car, presumably to steal...]
Last Edit: Nov 24, 2017 19:33:55 GMT -5 by Dick Devereaux
“If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with that person, and they with me.” Revelation 3:20
We see the deep blue caused by the incandescence of extremely fine soot particles that are produced in a flame surrounding a white wick blending perfectly into the yellowish hue of the flame this candle has created. We begin to slowly inch back from the flame, revealing a beautiful centerpiece made up of orange, yellow and red leaves looking as if they just fell from the trees, along with big, brown pinecones and various other decorative, seasonal flowers with the centerpiece itself surrounded by small squashes and mini pumpkins. We continue to pull back revealing an absolutely delicious looking spread of food; a perfectly cooked Turkey which has perfectly browned skin, stuffing pouring out of the end and juices dripping off of the meat hinting towards it’s succulence.
As we continue to pull back inch by inch, the camera reveals all of the perfect fixings to go along with the turkey, all in their own individual dishes; mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, cheesy cauliflower, squash, turnip, cranberry sauce, a basket of dinner rolls and multiple gravy boats to drown the turkey in. The steam rising off of all of the dishes indicates its fresh and most likely, we are interrupting a family’s American Thanksgiving dinner but by the sight of the food, the viewer can only salivate over the possible smells and fulfillment of senses one may be missing out on. The camera rises a bit from the assortment of food to get a view of the head of the table where we see Nemesis seated, with the Union Battleground Championship resting on top of his gold rimmed dining plate which itself is on a solid gold charger plate with exquisite looking utensils on each side as well as a wine glass in front of the plate.
Nemesis is wearing his usual ritualistic head piece, with his face and what we can see of his neck and chest covered in his usual markings of the evil that resides inside of him as for once we see Nemesis somewhat dressed nicely with a black, expensive looking suit on with an open collared white dress shirt underneath. The camera pulls in closer towards Nemesis whose hands rest on the table and a sinister smirk smeared across his face.
“I find it intriguing how American mortals gather in November to celebrate the plight and destruction of the Native Americans by European settlers…in other words; the murder of innocent people by all of your ancestors…yet, beings like myself that want to change the world for the better and purge it of the true vileness and evil that mortals have created are labeled as ‘bad’…’wicked’…and even ‘evil’”, Nemesis sneers at the thought before continuing on
“Like I said; it’s fascinating how mortals will celebrate murders while dismissing the revolutionists…”, Nemesis moves his hand to stroke the plating on the front of the Union Battleground Championship
“But it seems as though mortals can not treat the one who holds this Championship as unworthy of serious consideration, thus, Axel has gone out of his way to pit two men against me; one I have already beaten, for this Championship in fact and the other from an outside promotion who some might deem an enigma…but not to me, no, I know exactly who Rogan MacLean is and what he’s all about”, Nemesis removes his hand from the Title and settles back in his chair
“Rogan is a broken man but is simply afraid to embrace it. Lately, he’s felt his own world slipping through his fingers with the recent loss of his UGWC World Championship and his best friend Gabriel Baal…the man, who side by side, tried to take the Engine of Chaos to new heights…to new levels…only to fall up short of accomplishing those goals causing Gabriel to see the light and leave the deadweight that is Rogan MacLean behind him…where he belongs”, Nemesis leans forward and glances to the right side of the table but the camera remains on him
“You remind me of my new friend Harold here…”, Nemesis remains looking to his right
The camera now pans slightly to it’s left which is Nemesis’ right but keeps him in the frame as we see an elderly man and woman sitting at the table but something is off. Both are dressed in nice, posh clothing with the elderly man being dressed in Ralph Lauren head to toe and the elderly lady is decked out in gold jewelry wearing a designer black dinner dress with her hair done but both have looks of fright painted across their face like they looked into the devil’s eyes and shook his hand. Neither one looks to be breathing as well with their transfigured, terrified faces giving us the impression they were literally scared to death.
“You see Harold was his company’s CEO and married his high school sweetheart, Deloris, all by the age of thirty…as you mortals would say; 'he had life by the balls' but everything must end and now, before you is a man who was forced into early retirement twenty years ago due to the company taking a massive financial dip under his control leading to excessive drinking and a depression like he never expected, all the while, for the last fifteen years, his wife Deloris has been fornicating with his childhood friend and best man but he tries to ‘keep his chin’ up, lives in denial of his wife’s affair to avoid her leaving him and wears expensive clothing that he can’t afford long term, all to give off the impression that everything is ‘fine’ ”, Nemesis snickers at the comparison
“In fact, Harold reminds me of Richard as well, except I was the one responsible for taking everything away from him but that’s simply because he did not heed my earlier warnings and decided to deny the path to Salvation, instead opting for his own, lonesome path that is destined to lead him to his own destruction by my hands. I hear you Richard. I hear your screams in the middle of the night as what I have done to you and the few you love still haunts your dreams and what should really instill the fear inside your heart Richard is that I haven’t even begun to have fun with you…the Union Battleground Championship was only the beginning of your end Richard…your fate resides in my hands and I intend to crush it…but slowly, so I can enjoy every moment of your suffering before finally putting you out of your misery”, Nemesis grabs his union Battleground Championship off of the dinner plate and slings it over his right shoulder
“You continue to use Viduus’ interference as a crutch as to why you lost the Union Battleground Championship Richard but let me ask you this; did you really think my intention was just to ‘pull a fast one’ on you? How naïve. You really think that I didn’t enter that structure with a plan in place to ensure my victory allowing me to just focus on brutalizing you to within an inch of your life? Really, I don’t know how Axel or anyone for that matter expects someone as dim-witted as yourself to defeat a being as cunning as myself. You might as well turn around and re-admit yourself Richard cause that hospital is exactly where I intend to send you on December 3rd!”, Nemesis speaks every word with the utmost confidence as he now stands out of his seat
“But what does that leave in store for the man who seeks to have ‘the hand that shook the world’? Well firstly, my feet are firm on the ground with not a single rumble beneath them, so it seems your hand has lost it’s touch but I ask you; what do you intend to do against the hands that are destined to destroy this forsaken world and re-create it in my vision? I believe you know the answer to that; nothing. I am unlike any member of the UGWC Roster Rogan, Jet Somers, your ex-best friend Gabriel Baal, The Circle itself all pale in comparison to myself and Salvation but you are only a few days away from being struck by that brutal realization”, Nemesis now begins to walk to his left which is the other side of the table we haven’t seen and comes between a similarly lifeless, transfigured and terrified elderly couple sitting across from Harold and Deloris
“Rogan, you’ve already lost once at a Battleground recently when Jet Somers took your World Championship…now, prepare to lose at another, this time to ‘The Alpha & Omega’ Nemesis….I intend to watch ‘the Devil’s Sky’ fall in front of my feet and maybe, just maybe, if you beg for mercy hard enough…I may leave a little piece of you for Axel to mail back to UGWC”, Nemesis pauses for a moment
“Who am I kidding? You can beg and plead all you want, no mercy will be given to those who not only deny Salvation but also those who choose to stand opposed to any one of us. So write all of the confessions to your ex-friends you please, reminisce over the ‘good times’ that once existed in the Engine of Chaos as much as your heart desires but your focus towards those issues is just another reason why your failure against me is inevitable, like Richard and also like Richard, you too will be shown first hand why I am not only the Ruler of the Battleground but also, ‘The Harbinger of Revelation’”, Nemesis leans between the two lifeless senior citizens and reaches forward to break the leg off of the delicious looking turkey with ease
“Burning Hammer signals the commencement of Union Battleground’s ‘Final Salvation’ for Season Two where the line in the sand will be drawn and all of those, like you two, who stand on the opposite side of that line will be cleansed and purged from the Battleground. So give thanks on this day and every day leading up to our encounter because when I am through with the two of you, there will be NOTHING left for either one of you to give thanks for...because I am Nemesis…and I am the downfall of you all!”, Nemesis turns around with the turkey leg in hand and walks out of the dining room
As Nemesis exits, we see him bring the turkey leg up to his mouth to take a bite out of when the camera pans back to the table showing Harold, Deloris and the two elderly people across from them still frozen in fright with another elderly woman at the opposite end of the table who was sitting across from Nemesis the whole time. We see the hand and upper body of an elderly man on the floor beside the chair Nemesis was sitting in as we now fade out to black.
