Post by Jason Zurra on Jun 10, 2018 22:05:44 GMT -5
Darkness pours over the gloomy cemetery during the night fall. The only lighting that allows any figures to be shown are the moon and street lights. A grave is currently being dug up. The figure digging it up is one Gideon Chesyre. Sitting beside the forming grave is Vasillis Knight, holding the contained hand of Zombie McMorris. Next to him is Auron Vega, all three dressed as undertakers. Auron is eerily standing behind a large tombstone, resting his arms atop. The saying for it is rather straightforward.
“HERE LIES THE UNDEAD ZOMBIE MCMORRIS”
Auron: Does Zombie McMorris fear the reaper? Most would assume he wouldn't, considering he's an undead. The “man” is immortal! … as far as we know. Just how immortal is he, though? Has anyone truly tested this hypothesis? Yes, for those confused, it isn't a “theory” until it has been tested on multiple occasions. It's 5th grade science. A couple weeks ago, I tested this very hypothesis when I took the left hand, that Vasillis now carries like some religious statue, and removed it from the living corpse. This experiment was minor, as I already knew that he survived from his intestines being gutted. So I already assumed he would survive the amputation.
That leads to Evolution. The experiment for all to see! How far until McMorris ends up 6 feet under, if the consideration is even a possibility? These are the steps that no one else is willing to take to defeat the “Coked Up Madman”. These are the stakes that I am willing to go to so that I can be the new 201 Champion. The last two encounters, I will admit, I underestimated McMorris. As much as I dislike him… quite frankly, I can't stand his grotesque existence, I do honestly respect him. As soon as he enters any company he desires, everyone suddenly treads lightly, because as soon as you are in within his vision, even if it's peripheral, your chances of survival drastically drop. He's a loose cannon just waiting to go off. People especially don't see me surviving, now that we're facing each other in a Miami Street Fight… but I never go into battle unprepared. I will be bringing all the tools necessary for this experiment. The clock is ticking… and I will be the one to call the time of death.
Gideon stops digging, and climbs out of the grave. He stands by its corner, and stamps the shovel in front of him.
Gideon: It's quite telling, really. Usually, it's McMorris burying other talent. But now it's his turn to get a taste of his own medicine. Luckily, he's dealing with a doctor. Unluckily, Auron isn't a very good doctor to beings that shouldn't be alive. What's even more unlucky is that I come from a distant future. I'd hate to cause a butterfly effect, but I've never heard of a Zombie McMorris until I traveled to the past. Maybe he truly isn't as immortal as everyone assumes…
On the opposite corner, Vasillis begins to laugh as he stares into the severed hand of Z-MAC.
Vasillis: I obtain the hand that feeds. If somehow, all your body parts still function after Auron is done with you, I'll be sure to make a collection out of you. Maybe not ya dick… that'd be fucking gross. Maybe ya eyes… ya brain… ya guts… ya heart. You can be a floating head like from Futurama. I'll be Fry and you'll be Spock.
Vasillis’ laugh becomes more maniacal as he mockingly holds up the Vulcan salute.
Was that too meta? I'm sure it's fine. Z-MAC pulled that card before anyway. Hey, are we sure that he ain't Hades’ kid? ‘Cause he sure wasn't no simple human. If that's the case, he'll have a ball once we're through with ‘em. Zombie McMorris is gonna rest in pieces.
Vasillis holds up the Vulcan salute again, and splits his fingers, laughing hysterically. Auron stands still by him, still behind the tombstone.
Auron: My Evolution awaits, as does McMorris’ reckoning. Last time, it was his hand. This time, it'll be his life, and his title.
Gideon grabs the shovel and hits the camera, cutting off the feed.