Post by The Golden Idolo on Jan 17, 2021 22:14:30 GMT -5
"Sin, do you know what weight it truly carries?"
A woman sits with a black veil over her face, her silver blonde hair reflecting off the full moon that shines from above. Her curves are complimented well by the black figure fitting leather corset that locks her inviting breast and just as tempting mid drift into place, just above an even tighter black leather skirt, that leads down to a pair of black leather high heel boots. She runs her hands along the black iron throne that slowly comes into view as the camera pulls back, showing a dark cemetery backdrop that'd cause Poe to turn green with envy.
"Our father who art in heaven knew that weight, for he sacrificed his only begotten son to save the wretches of this wasteland you see before you, so he didn't have to strain himself to carry that burden any longer. They say he saved you all, they say he did it without asking for anything in return, but we have been paying close attention long before The Fall. Long before irrelevance became the norm and mere mortal men thought themselves saviors of this wasteland behind their technologies and false bravado, because it has gone unchallenged. It has been allowed to rot and become twisted far beyond the Eden it once was."
The succubus leans forward ever so slightly, allowing her black lips to peer beneath the veil.
"But the events have already been foreseen and The Sin Eater hath been herald by forces greater than anything else within this wasteland. His hunger is insatiable, he is outright ravenous ready to tear away the false idols who stand before him in this realm. Action Wrestling offers up their first offering and The Sin Eater accepts without question."
From behind the throne out steps a man in a black suit as dark as an untapped inkwell with a demented look in his eyes, that partners well with his wolf like grin.
"Dionysus, The Crimson Gladiator, a man who carries with him a physical and metaphoric shield for protection from peering eyes of man and harsher tongues. A man who once surrounded himself with brothers who bathed in sin as naturally as an addict lies through their rotting teeth… But lies aren't lost on you, are they, Dion? You're the poster child of false idols, are you not? You were the hand to a mad king and you paraded around as some 'god of the vine', man of the world who knew how to puff his chest out and scream poté mi les péthane."
The succubus elegantly speaks up.
"Never say die. The words designed to hush the fears of defeat and to boost one's self worth over another. A simple phrase that allows a mortal man to stare death in her cruel face and demand this day will not be their last."
The Sin Eater rubs his chin stubble for a second before continuing.
"Is that the kind of man you are, Dionysus? Is it that sort of mantra that drove you to the top of WCF to claim the World title after being carried through the Trios tournament? The sad truth about all of that,, Dion, that's the very moment you peaked. I mean look at what you've been regulated to in Action Wrestling, you've become the company's personal door man."
The succubus lifts her black veil and for a second her beauty captivates all senses.
"Your history obviously screams your accomplishments to the masses, but The Sin Eater isn't here to resurrect your career. He's here to take your pound of flesh from ring post to ring post, until all that is left is the shell of a man who once WAS."
The Sin Eater kneels down in front of his seductress.
"You picked up a win over Graham Baker last week, but all I saw was you slithering your way to a cheap pin on a man who was disposed of by Max Daemon. The commentators played the whole ordeal up as if you were oblivious to what just transpired in the ring prior."
The succubus leans onto the massive shoulders of The Sin Eater.
"Dionysus is a seasoned combatant who believes himself an honorable warrior of sorts, but not even the Lord could heal the blind enough to see the honor in Dion's victory over Baker."
The Sin Eater spreads his arms offering himself up to those watching.
"I don't kneel before you declaring myself a saint or a man without SIN. I kneel before you, the mortals of the wasteland,, declaring the dishonorable Dionysus will be torn open and his sins and dishonor will be MINE TO WEAR AS A BADGE OF HONOR!"
The succubus softly laughs with her head resting on The Sin Eater's shoulder.
"You will all know our names when The Crimson Gladiator is laid out beneath our feet."
"I am The Sin Eater, Byron Bathory and I am here for your sinners."
The succubus sits back up in the throne.
"I am Lady Envy, The Dutchess of Bedlam and I am here to watch your chaos become further unhinged."
Byron stands up and inches closer to the camera before him.
"If you think you know men like me, Dion, I look forward to proving you wrong. The door you have been lowered to protecting for Action Wrestling is about to be ripped off it's frame."
Lady Envy slowly lowers her veil.
"This warning for you Dion is simply a courtesy and it is one that shouldn't be taken so lightly."
Byron stands next to Lady Envy, not taking his eyes from the camera.
"sto télos, oi amartíes sas tha sas kathorísoun…"
Lady Envy slowly nods.
"In the end, YOUR SINS will define you…"
Byron leans in toward the camera one last time with eyes as intense as ever, just before a sickening smile appears on his face.
We fade out to black, leaving the two new doomsdayers to themselves in the cemetery.
A woman sits with a black veil over her face, her silver blonde hair reflecting off the full moon that shines from above. Her curves are complimented well by the black figure fitting leather corset that locks her inviting breast and just as tempting mid drift into place, just above an even tighter black leather skirt, that leads down to a pair of black leather high heel boots. She runs her hands along the black iron throne that slowly comes into view as the camera pulls back, showing a dark cemetery backdrop that'd cause Poe to turn green with envy.
"Our father who art in heaven knew that weight, for he sacrificed his only begotten son to save the wretches of this wasteland you see before you, so he didn't have to strain himself to carry that burden any longer. They say he saved you all, they say he did it without asking for anything in return, but we have been paying close attention long before The Fall. Long before irrelevance became the norm and mere mortal men thought themselves saviors of this wasteland behind their technologies and false bravado, because it has gone unchallenged. It has been allowed to rot and become twisted far beyond the Eden it once was."
The succubus leans forward ever so slightly, allowing her black lips to peer beneath the veil.
"But the events have already been foreseen and The Sin Eater hath been herald by forces greater than anything else within this wasteland. His hunger is insatiable, he is outright ravenous ready to tear away the false idols who stand before him in this realm. Action Wrestling offers up their first offering and The Sin Eater accepts without question."
From behind the throne out steps a man in a black suit as dark as an untapped inkwell with a demented look in his eyes, that partners well with his wolf like grin.
"Dionysus, The Crimson Gladiator, a man who carries with him a physical and metaphoric shield for protection from peering eyes of man and harsher tongues. A man who once surrounded himself with brothers who bathed in sin as naturally as an addict lies through their rotting teeth… But lies aren't lost on you, are they, Dion? You're the poster child of false idols, are you not? You were the hand to a mad king and you paraded around as some 'god of the vine', man of the world who knew how to puff his chest out and scream poté mi les péthane."
The succubus elegantly speaks up.
"Never say die. The words designed to hush the fears of defeat and to boost one's self worth over another. A simple phrase that allows a mortal man to stare death in her cruel face and demand this day will not be their last."
The Sin Eater rubs his chin stubble for a second before continuing.
"Is that the kind of man you are, Dionysus? Is it that sort of mantra that drove you to the top of WCF to claim the World title after being carried through the Trios tournament? The sad truth about all of that,, Dion, that's the very moment you peaked. I mean look at what you've been regulated to in Action Wrestling, you've become the company's personal door man."
The succubus lifts her black veil and for a second her beauty captivates all senses.
"Your history obviously screams your accomplishments to the masses, but The Sin Eater isn't here to resurrect your career. He's here to take your pound of flesh from ring post to ring post, until all that is left is the shell of a man who once WAS."
The Sin Eater kneels down in front of his seductress.
"You picked up a win over Graham Baker last week, but all I saw was you slithering your way to a cheap pin on a man who was disposed of by Max Daemon. The commentators played the whole ordeal up as if you were oblivious to what just transpired in the ring prior."
The succubus leans onto the massive shoulders of The Sin Eater.
"Dionysus is a seasoned combatant who believes himself an honorable warrior of sorts, but not even the Lord could heal the blind enough to see the honor in Dion's victory over Baker."
The Sin Eater spreads his arms offering himself up to those watching.
"I don't kneel before you declaring myself a saint or a man without SIN. I kneel before you, the mortals of the wasteland,, declaring the dishonorable Dionysus will be torn open and his sins and dishonor will be MINE TO WEAR AS A BADGE OF HONOR!"
The succubus softly laughs with her head resting on The Sin Eater's shoulder.
"You will all know our names when The Crimson Gladiator is laid out beneath our feet."
"I am The Sin Eater, Byron Bathory and I am here for your sinners."
The succubus sits back up in the throne.
"I am Lady Envy, The Dutchess of Bedlam and I am here to watch your chaos become further unhinged."
Byron stands up and inches closer to the camera before him.
"If you think you know men like me, Dion, I look forward to proving you wrong. The door you have been lowered to protecting for Action Wrestling is about to be ripped off it's frame."
Lady Envy slowly lowers her veil.
"This warning for you Dion is simply a courtesy and it is one that shouldn't be taken so lightly."
Byron stands next to Lady Envy, not taking his eyes from the camera.
"sto télos, oi amartíes sas tha sas kathorísoun…"
Lady Envy slowly nods.
"In the end, YOUR SINS will define you…"
Byron leans in toward the camera one last time with eyes as intense as ever, just before a sickening smile appears on his face.
We fade out to black, leaving the two new doomsdayers to themselves in the cemetery.