Post by fissure on Jan 26, 2010 19:54:58 GMT -5
-The camera pans around the arena, showing the crowd cheering the MWA stars, waving their posters and homemade signs, showing their enthusiasm for the men and women who damage their bodies, break their bones, bash their skulls and each and every week, going so far as to use various kitchen appliances, wreckage tools, furniture, and their precious symbols of power and recognition - championship belts. But the roar and the cheers are cut short as the lights go out, and everyone's attention turns to the titan tron. It only shows static, and while the soft words "Moderate Rock" echo through the arena and disappear, the noise from the static is louder and louder, until it dissipates into darkness on the titan tron. Suddenly a light of a camera light up the cameraman's trail and we see a dark corridor, leaking pipes going out the walls and into the ceiling, some boxes of unknown origin laying in the corner, and a couple of glowing eyes running across it at ground level. The sound of dripping water is just barely overpowered by a strange sound, an echo perhaps, of a kid's lullaby, sung softly and melodically, but unmistakable by a man, coming from the cold and the darkness of the end of the corridor.-
Voice: What's that, un - der - neath the stairs?
No one knows, and no one cares.
-As the camera moves closer to the end of the corridor, the voice becomes louder. But the movement of the camera is slow,... dead slow...-
Voice: What's the sound that you can hear?
Is it some-thing you should fear?
-Finally the titan tron shows a metal door, not fully closed, but rusty and filthy. The camera stops there for a moment.-
Voice: You should fear, run and hide.
Or prepare to take a ride.
-The door starts to slowly open with a shrieking noise, revealing metal stairs going down. The voice stops, and all we can hear are the sound of cameraman's shoes hitting the metal steps. When the camera reaches the end of the stairs, it show the boiler room of the arena, but only when it turns to the stairs do we see a silhouette through the spaces in between each step. The lighting is dim and rather spooky and the voice begins again.-
Voice: But the ride is short and filled with pain...
-The voice becomes deep, rough, out of tune and filled with anger.-
Voice: Never shall you mess with Fissure again!
-As he says those words he moves his head a bit forward, and we can see a hooded head, now sending out a puff of smoke filling the space in front of the camera. He continues.-
Voice: And it begins again... Once more, it is dug up from it's shallow grave, this rotting carcass... Once more it is coming out for all you maggots, who call themselves "the fans", to feed upon...
And once more... Once more, the "Carnage tour" begins, bringing whoever is in its path to his knees and into his personal hell - whatever that hell... may... be...
-Once more the figure, brings a cigar stub to his mouth, now revealing yellowy teeth, as he takes another puff on it.-
Voice: For those of you with no capacity for any thought what so ever, this rotting carcass, goes by the name of Fissure, in this world we all got stuck in. And i have chased my demons to this rotten cesspool, and i come bearing a gift. If you had the misfortune to hear of that wretched name or see it's bearer in the ring or around it, you know about the curse that goes with it. Others will have to find it out the hard way...
-Fissure takes a drink from a bottle he's been holding in his other hand, apparently, and tilts his head back while doing that. His hood falls back and we can see a pair of eyes reflecting the light of the camera. One yellow, the other green... He looks straight at the camera, revealing his hairless. dirty face through the spaces between the steps.-
Fissure: Aaaaahhh... Your false idols shall fall, fall from grace into the dirt and the sewage of my world... And the all the MWA shall follow... So kiddies, tell you moms and dads to check under the stairs, 'cause "The Filthy Imp" is back, and he's drunker and meaner than ever...
-Fissure takes another gulp from the bottle and disappears in the darkness, the camera follows and cuts...-
Voice: What's that, un - der - neath the stairs?
No one knows, and no one cares.
-As the camera moves closer to the end of the corridor, the voice becomes louder. But the movement of the camera is slow,... dead slow...-
Voice: What's the sound that you can hear?
Is it some-thing you should fear?
-Finally the titan tron shows a metal door, not fully closed, but rusty and filthy. The camera stops there for a moment.-
Voice: You should fear, run and hide.
Or prepare to take a ride.
-The door starts to slowly open with a shrieking noise, revealing metal stairs going down. The voice stops, and all we can hear are the sound of cameraman's shoes hitting the metal steps. When the camera reaches the end of the stairs, it show the boiler room of the arena, but only when it turns to the stairs do we see a silhouette through the spaces in between each step. The lighting is dim and rather spooky and the voice begins again.-
Voice: But the ride is short and filled with pain...
-The voice becomes deep, rough, out of tune and filled with anger.-
Voice: Never shall you mess with Fissure again!
-As he says those words he moves his head a bit forward, and we can see a hooded head, now sending out a puff of smoke filling the space in front of the camera. He continues.-
Voice: And it begins again... Once more, it is dug up from it's shallow grave, this rotting carcass... Once more it is coming out for all you maggots, who call themselves "the fans", to feed upon...
And once more... Once more, the "Carnage tour" begins, bringing whoever is in its path to his knees and into his personal hell - whatever that hell... may... be...
-Once more the figure, brings a cigar stub to his mouth, now revealing yellowy teeth, as he takes another puff on it.-
Voice: For those of you with no capacity for any thought what so ever, this rotting carcass, goes by the name of Fissure, in this world we all got stuck in. And i have chased my demons to this rotten cesspool, and i come bearing a gift. If you had the misfortune to hear of that wretched name or see it's bearer in the ring or around it, you know about the curse that goes with it. Others will have to find it out the hard way...
-Fissure takes a drink from a bottle he's been holding in his other hand, apparently, and tilts his head back while doing that. His hood falls back and we can see a pair of eyes reflecting the light of the camera. One yellow, the other green... He looks straight at the camera, revealing his hairless. dirty face through the spaces between the steps.-
Fissure: Aaaaahhh... Your false idols shall fall, fall from grace into the dirt and the sewage of my world... And the all the MWA shall follow... So kiddies, tell you moms and dads to check under the stairs, 'cause "The Filthy Imp" is back, and he's drunker and meaner than ever...
-Fissure takes another gulp from the bottle and disappears in the darkness, the camera follows and cuts...-