Post by morticia on Jan 11, 2010 9:35:33 GMT -5
-The camera pans around the crowd inside the arena, showing the cheering fans of MWA as they await the next match when the lights suddenly are dropped engulfing them in darkness. The Tron suddenly crackles and sparks as electric bolts seem to criss cross and encircle its panel and the vision of a raven comes on the screen. The bird shifts its view a couple times and then caws loudly twice. The view pans back on the screen to reveal the bird is perched upon a woman's velvet gloved hand and as it pans back more it reveals the velvet tophat of the woman known as Morticia D"Morte-
MORTICIA: "I agree, my sweet, sweet Nevermore. They do seem as if they are waiting for something. Perhaps they await to see me step down to the ring to deliver the inevitable upon the next poor soul to stand before me?"
-The dark bird shifts as if to look up at the woman and chirps before it caws again and the woman lightly pets the raven over its head with her bare hand-
MORTICIA: "Two matches are behind me already... and two have felt the icy fall that inevitability delivered. Tonight another will stand before death and defy it to take him as well, but he is not why we are here. Oh no, it is not he that matters to me at this time. There is another..."
-The raven ruffles its wings as if agitated and the woman looks out as if scanning the crowd before looking back to the bird she is conversing with-
MORTICIA: "You are right, my dearest Nevermore. It is hard to have patience with people who say 'There is no death' or 'Death doesn't matter.' There is death. And whatever it is, matters. And whatever happens has consequences, and it and they are irrevocable and irreversible. You might as well say that birth doesn't matter. Each of us owes a debt, and we are here to collect that debt. He knows who he is..."
-The bird looks to the camera and gives an agitated caw and it causes the tall, dark woman to narrow her eyes and look deeply out from the Tron-
MORTICIA: "To quote the raven, Nevermore... Unpleasant dreams, Mr. De Santos, unpleasant dreams..."
-A large lightning bolt strikes the entrance ramp and causes the Tron to blacken out, then the lights return to full power and everything is restored-
MORTICIA: "I agree, my sweet, sweet Nevermore. They do seem as if they are waiting for something. Perhaps they await to see me step down to the ring to deliver the inevitable upon the next poor soul to stand before me?"
-The dark bird shifts as if to look up at the woman and chirps before it caws again and the woman lightly pets the raven over its head with her bare hand-
MORTICIA: "Two matches are behind me already... and two have felt the icy fall that inevitability delivered. Tonight another will stand before death and defy it to take him as well, but he is not why we are here. Oh no, it is not he that matters to me at this time. There is another..."
-The raven ruffles its wings as if agitated and the woman looks out as if scanning the crowd before looking back to the bird she is conversing with-
MORTICIA: "You are right, my dearest Nevermore. It is hard to have patience with people who say 'There is no death' or 'Death doesn't matter.' There is death. And whatever it is, matters. And whatever happens has consequences, and it and they are irrevocable and irreversible. You might as well say that birth doesn't matter. Each of us owes a debt, and we are here to collect that debt. He knows who he is..."
-The bird looks to the camera and gives an agitated caw and it causes the tall, dark woman to narrow her eyes and look deeply out from the Tron-
MORTICIA: "To quote the raven, Nevermore... Unpleasant dreams, Mr. De Santos, unpleasant dreams..."
-A large lightning bolt strikes the entrance ramp and causes the Tron to blacken out, then the lights return to full power and everything is restored-
