Post by Viduus Morta on Mar 30, 2018 10:37:48 GMT -5
::Salvation, as a whole, seemed to be cracking as of late. Flash Kassidy has proven to be a thorn in their side. Alyssa Daniels has seemingly done her homework to prepare for each member. Viduus Morta was robbed of the WarHorse Championship as he was trapped on the outside of the ring with nothing to do but watch as Kimitsu Zombie had her hand raised. That loss, at least, was avenged just recently at 4CW’s Adrenaline. War has been declared. Was it the kidnapping of Kelly Godless that was the final straw or are people smelling blood in the water? The one fact that we know is Salvation, as it is now, will stick together in their beliefs. Salvation as a whole will not be deterred no matter the circumstance. Viduus and The Speaker have often spoke of it as family.
Family. Siblings and parents and aunts and uncles all may curse each other out on certain does but the one thing about family is they always have each other’s backs. Family doesn’t sneak around and try and get an edge over another member of the pack for his or her own gain. Family takes care of their own. Viduus Morta and family are two things that have never come together but it seems that he may have found his place with Salvation. A dangerous man with other dangerous men and women to watch his back could spell disaster for those who oppose them.
Creepy is the one word that is synonymous with Viduus Morta and his brother known only as The Speaker. There have been few times when the curtain has been pulled back to reveal the conflict and conversations that Viduus and his brother share. The two men have mostly been veiled in mystery, hiding behind their tactical mind games, and physical appearance of Viduus altogether. The settings in which we see these two men have almost become stereotypical. They often remain in shadows or on a dreary landscape and today would be no different. Through a black screen we could hear the Speaker and Viduus.::
Silence?
Yes, brother. Our greatness, the shadow we spread had grown too great for him.
It is written in the stars that he would fall to my hand and no other.
That stars have been re-arranged.
For now brother…for now.
Darkness did not creep into this space, it consumed it. Through the blinding darkness a round shape began to light up slowly in a bright white color that LED lights would put off. After a moment or two, the entire structure was lit; The 7th Circle of Hell. The chains, seemingly modified to put off light, were still wrapped in barbed wire as the structure filled the old warehouse. The belt would generally hang 18 feet high and 6 feet off the ring, centered but not today. Today, a noose was left hanging 6 feet above where Viduus Morta stood directly in the center of the ring flanking the Speaker who stood in front of him.
Do you recognize this ladies and gentleman? More importantly...do you, Dick Devereux, recognize this?
Both of them smiled while standing in the ring showing only excitement at the thought of being paired up against Dick Devereux. Waving the camera in The Speaker and Viduus slowly back away while Viduus pointed to the mat. The former UB champion’s blood remained as a stain on the mat or perhaps a trophy to Viduus and Salvation.
I believe you called this the Butcher’s Battleground at the time. You were going to show the world that Nemesis is a kid dressed up for Halloween. What happened Dick? Do you remember that helpless feeling of being pulled into the dark? Do you remember being further bloodied or had you blacked out by then? Hm? Ah…I’m sure you remember the blood pouring from your body. The blood stained mat is one of our greatest pieces of artwork. Butcher’s Battleground…please. Dick, try to not make a fool of yourself with such silly proclamations.
Life is made up of moments that dictate where each individual goes next. There are moments that a person will want to forget and others that will never be forgotten. This moment was your turning point. Right here, in this very structure, you failed. You could have saved Union Battleground from Salvation by putting Nemesis down and you failed. THAT is a fact, Rich. No matter which way you’re going to spin this, the only true fact is that you are a failure. All of this could have been over. You could have stopped the war that is to come but you couldn’t. You’re not the hero in this story and you never will be. So many hopes and dreams will die now because you allowed Salvation to rise up. You call yourself Butcher?
Viduus remained still in the ring but The Speaker began to walk around the massive construct where his brother and Dick Devereux had last met.
The Butcher is dead. Whether that be you or Dakota Smith, men with the nickname of butcher do not fare so well against Viduus. You butchers tend to lack that true killer instinct. Perhaps its in the name, after all, a butcher is the one who carves the already dead body of an animal. Viduus though? He has been known to finish the job and let whatever scraps of his opponent is left be sorted out for the other mongrels to fight over. Viduus knows how to finish while you Dick…you only know how to pick apart the pieces once a man has already been broken.
The noose suddenly drops down into Viduus’s extended hand. Catching it Viduus smiles as The Speaker stops slightly behind him.
Now…we know that you have been watching closely. We know all of the generic, repeated, overused analogies and insults you’re going to hurl at us Rich. Smoke and mirrors. Robbed of your title. Monsters aren’t real. We have heard them time and time again. It is as if each of our opponents read from the same script. You believe that your biggest verbal victory will be when you mention the War Horse championship match. You’ll claim Viduus lost. It is a lazy declaration, one that requires little to no thought at all but that is what we have come to expect from you. Little to no thoughts at all.
The Speaker and Viduus take a step towards opposite sides revealing the hole that Viduus dragged Dick Devereux into.
It’s like re-living a bad dream isn’t it? This black hole is what swallowed up the best days of your career. If not for Viduus, maybe…MAYBE you would have defended your championship but instead you were left bloodied, broken and helpless in the ring as Salvation and Nemesis reigned supreme. That was the day you let everyone down Devereux and Lights Out will be no different. You see most men when faced with fear will try and talk themselves out of it. They will come up with such gems as “I’ve faced bigger than you,” “I’ve seen scarier than you,” and “I’ve seen worse than you.” Men like you will never give proper credit to us. You will always downplay your own fear but believe me when I say this Dick; Viduus HAS faced bigger, scarier, and worse than you. The bald headed tattoo trend faded for tough guys about ten years ago, it might be time to give up the “bad ass” image you try so hard to put on.”
Viduus reaches in to the hole and pulls out a Dick Devereux tshirt holding it up for the camera to see.
Its time for you to truly embrace what we are doing here. Realize you fears, admit them, and be cleansed. While Salvation will never be yours, you may be able to salvage what little is left of your life and live out your days throwing back cheap beers, taking that Bic to your head, and being the biggest fish in some other small pond. Death Trip Wrestling is the perfect home for DD where you can continue to try so hard at being known as ultra-violent. You exist in the Battleground because Salvation allows you to exist. You want violence? You want pain?
Viduus tosses the shirt back into the hole where a giant flame bursts and begins to catch a hold of the ring mat around it.
Come Lights Out…you will feel MY pain. You’ve carved out your own path to being consumed by the eternal flames. I will be washed in the blood of Richard Devereux at Lights Out as I bring your paltry existence here to an end. If you think what happened to you in this structure was the worst that could happen you are sorely mistaken. You see, at Lights Out, its not just about beating you. It’s not just about winning. It’s about hurting you. It’s about hearing you scream, seeing you beg as all cowards such as yourself do. You had your chance at Salvation. Now? Now you will burn like the rest.
Post by Dick Devereaux on Apr 1, 2018 23:15:03 GMT -5
[The scene opens up as we see Dick Devereaux staring down the camera. He has a pissed off look spread across his face as he eyes the camera with his warpainted face.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: Viduus, I haven't forgotten what you did to me! You're the reason I'm a FORMER Union Battleground Champion! YOU SCREWED ME OVER! I had Nemesis beaten, battered, and ready to lose. Then you pop your ugly fuckin' head out from under the ring and snatch me down to the darkness! YOU FUCKED ME OVER! And now I have the opportunity to get my revenge.
[Dick is standing in front of his oversized black pick-up truck that he used in DTW's Deathmatch Demolition. It's covered in expletives written in white and is built ready for war. Devereaux's standing dressed in his ring gear and ready for Lights Out.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: I was so close to ending Nemesis and the entire Salvation group. I had them at the edge, but you stuck your nose in MY business and joined up with the sadistic Devil himself. You see, Nemesis can't win on his own. Much like a Mob Boss, Nemesis orders people around and looks scary with his crew. But when you take away the crew and have just the Boss... he turns out to be nothing but a BITCH! And I proved that when we stepped into the Seventh Circle of Hell. I had Nemesis beaten in his own domain! That is until you came around...
[We can see Devereaux come to the back of the truck as he pulls open the back hatch. It swings down as he reaches in and grabs his custom baseball bat. Each member of Salvation has their name written on the bat and Devereaux smiles sadistically as he grasps it tightly in his hands.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: At Lights Out I've got the chance for revenge and you damn well know that I'm gonna' fuckin' take it! I've had enough of the Boogeyman bullshit from Salvation! The last time I was seen in the ring was when you and your Crew had me down and fuckin' out. Bloodied and handcuffed with nothing left in the tank. I recharged, rebooted, and now I'm coming for each and every one of you! It starts with you Viduus.
[Devereaux eyes Viduus' name on the bat. He looks over it before crossing it out with his finger. He points to the camera with the bat as he continues.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: I've seen what you're capable of. Over in Four Corners Wrestling you were a force to be reckoned with. But this is Union Battleground... and this is MY HOUSE! You can go on and on about beating Butchers and how I'm a failure, but the fact of the matter is this... I'm not Dakota Smith. I'm an angry, violent, vengeful motherfucker who has a big score to settle with you. And a angry, vengeful Butcher is way more dangerous than a Butcher wanting to spread violence and gain Championship Gold.
[Devereaux continues to pace back and forth as he continues, looking straight at the camera with intensity in his eyes.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: The Boogeyman isn't real Viduus. But you know what is real? A metal baseball bat to the face of a painted up fuckwad who believes he is the Boogeyman! Let's see what cracks first...
[Dick lets out a primal scream before swinging the bat straight down at the camera, cracking it in half. We see it drop down to the floor and we can see Devereaux's feet turn around towards the truck. He walks over and we hear the door swing open as he steps into the truck. The engine roars as Devereaux starts it up. He puts it into gear as we see the tire back up to the camera. It squeals and speeds violently back, crushing the camera and cutting the feed to static as the camera is destroyed under the heavy tires.]
