Post by Famine of the Vile on Sept 30, 2012 14:58:25 GMT -5
A knock at the door
POLICE
There is no answer. The cop looks at his partner
Oh well. Let's go.
His partner stops him before he starts walking off the porch.
Wait. Let's check the back.
There's no one here man let's just go.
Come on. Let's just check the back. If no one's here then we leave ok?
Alright.
Location: Mexico City
Both men now head toward the back of the house. In the back there are a few children's toys lying around. There is an old rusted swing set that looks to be about ten years old. A teeter totter and a jungle gym that look like they haven’t been played with in ages. On the side of the house there are roof shingles by the pile and an oil drum with dirty water filled with bugs and larvae. The men then enter the door and go inside. As part of police protocol, both men stand at the door with guns drawn and flashlights. The inside of the house is dark and it appears that no one is home. They slowly begin to walk inside. The look around carefully and make sure no one is in fact there. The only light coming into the house is from the window in the living room, the door they left open and their flashlights. As they continue looking, one of the men stops at what appears to be the dining room table. There are cups and bags of rice and some vegetables but it's all rotten and smells like it's been there forever. There is also a deck of cards on the table as well. He picks one up and slowly turns it over to reveal the fool. His partner comes back from the room he was in with a small box.
He places it on the table and opens it up.
Take a look at this.
What the fuck?
Santeria?
Looks that way partner.
Inside the box is the small dead corpse of what looks to be a monkey. All that remains is the skull and some fur. There are other strange trinkets and a necklace inside as well.
Let's get it checked out back at the lab. We need to keep looking for something to connect the Mendez Cartel if we wanna close this case.
Let's keep looking then.
One cop continues to search the living room while the other one checks out the rest of the house. As we focus on the cop checking in the living room, we see that he heads over to the fireplace. He focuses his flashlight on something that looks round with some sharp edges on the sides. He slowly picks it up with the metal poker near the wall to examine it. Once he lifts it, he blows the ashes off of it to reveal what it is. He immediately drops it and jumps up. As we focus on what he was holding we can clearly see it's a human jaw. He says a blessing and then calls his partner.
Jake?!
But his partner doesn't hear him. He's too busy walking into the room he just opened the door to. The room walls are covered with symbols of all kinds. Strange and unusual depictions written in red. It appears to be blood but he can't confirm that. He walks closer inside and notices there is an owl in a cage. He continues to walk in and sees what appears to be a shrine of some sort. There is blood everywhere. Rosaries, statues of the virgin Mary and the carcass of another monkey on the floor next to it. He notices a bowl covered on top of the shrine. He walks over to it and removes the cloth that's on top to reveal maggots and rotting flesh. Jake then hears a noise coming from where his partner is. He walks out of the room and slowly walks back toward him. When he gets there, he sees two men. One, holding his partner hostage with a large blade to his neck and the other is just standing next to him.
Allan: They came out of nowhere Jake. I'm sorry.
Jake: It's ok partner. Let him go. We all wanna walk out of here alive alright. Just let him go.
Man: You really want to negotiate with us right now? I can have my friend here slit his throat in a second without hesitation if I want to. So why don’t you do the smart thing and put your gun down?
Reluctant, Jake puts his gun down as the man begins to walk toward him.
Man: Good man. You haven’t saved him but you did the right thing. Your bullets can kill us and your jails cant hold us so what did you think you were gonna do?
Jake: Look we can-
WHACK!!
The man knocks Jake out with a gun of his own as the scene fades to black momentarily. When the scene fades in from black, Jake is on the floor with his hands tied. A bucket of water is shown over him as the water is then poured on his face. In the background we hear Allan screaming. We pan over to see that his hand is being sewn off. He is tied up in what looks like a non-working electric chair. Once his hand is completely cut off it's tossed into a bucket. The man then stands over him and begins to stick a knife into his left eye. Allan screams for his life as the man cuts his eye out and tosses it into a jar with what looks like water or some kind of fluid to keep it fresh. He then continues and removes the right eye. All Jake can do is lay on the ground and watch as his partner is slowly mutilated.
Jake: NOOOOO! LEAVE HIM ALONE YOU SICK MOTHERFUCKERS!
The man cutting his partners eyes out stops and walks over to Jake. He grabs Jake by the hair and pulls him up. He then cuts the sleeve off of Jake's left arm and begins to cut something into his skin. As he does this, the other man grabs a machete and stands over Allan.
Man: I want you to watch what my friend here does. Once he's finished, I want you to look at your arm. I want you to tell your cop buddies who it was that did this to you.
In horror, Jake looks over at his partner who is seconds away from getting his head taken off.
SLICE!
As the scene fades to black once again with Jake screaming, we see what was carved into the skin of his arm. The name…..Famine!
MONTHS LATER
A dark room. No lights anywhere. Suddenly a door opens up. The light is almost blinding. The room is not empty. There is a young American male tied up to a pipe. He is sitting on top of a dirty old hospital bed. The man who comes in looks to be about 30 to 35 years old. He's dirty, unshaven and looks like he likes to eat. A LOT! He's smoking a cigarette as he walks inside.
Man: Morning sunshine.
Guy: What the fuck is going on? What am I doing here?
Man: I'm Randall. I'm here to make sure you're comfortable until it's time.
Guy: Time for what?
Randall: To meet Papa.
Guy: Who?
Randall: You'll see soon enough. Now, you need anything? Food? Water? What's your name man?
Guy: Phillip. It….It's Phillip.
Randall: Well, nice to meet you Phillip. If you need anything at all just let me know alright?
Phillip: How about you let me go?
Randall: No can do my friend. I let you go and it's adios Randall you know what I'm sayin?
Phillip: I….I just
Randall: Don't worry man. Everything's gonna be alright. I'll be back in a bit. Just yell if you need me.
Phillip starts to sweat a bit and leans back wondering what the hell is going on. He's trying to make sense of it all but nothing does. In another part of the location, Randall is walking into an old, broken down building. Inside, the walls are covered in skin, bones and blood. At the end of the hall there is a throne-like chair and sitting on it is a long haired man dressed in a black robe. He is sitting there eating something but we can't make it out because the camera is still too far to see. Once we get closer we see that he is eating what looks like a giant turkey leg.
Man: Is he awake?
Randall: Yes sir. He's awake and freaked out just like the rest.
Man: Good. Make sure you get him ready for tonight. His sacrifice will ensure that the prophecy comes true.
Randall: I don't want to be rude or anything sir because believe me I respect the hell out of you but what if it doesn’t work? That cop we took out three months ago wasn't worthy either.
Man: I can feel it Randall. This time the prophecy WILL be fulfilled! And then nothing can stop us from taking over this pathetic land.
Randall: I'm sorry I ever doubted you.
Man: Don't be. Now go to him and make sure he is well fed and that his thirst is quenched. I don't want any issues when he is sacrificed.
Randall: Yes sir.
Randall then exits and heads back to where Phillip is being held. As he opens the door he is immediately struck in the head by a metal pipe. Phillip has somehow gotten free and knocked Randall on his ass. He starts to make a run for it and about a minute into his run he is confronted by the man he is being held captive for.
Man: Going somewhere?
Phillip: Who the fuck are you?
Man: I am your god. Call me Famine. And I am going to be immortal thanks to you.
Phillip: What?
Famine: You see Phillip, by sacrificing you and drinking your blood, the prophecy will come true. I will be everlasting!
As Famine is about to continue speaking, a gunshot is heard. Everything goes silent. Then Famine drops to his knees and then falls flat on his face. The shot came from the gun of the cop whose partner had been killed months ago.
Jake: That's for my partner Allan motherfucker. Come on kid, let's get out of here before he wakes up.
Phillip: Wake up? You just shot him dead.
Jake: Don't you understand kid? The son of a bitch can't die.
Phillip: But he just said he needed my blood to be immortal. How can he not be dead right now?
Jake: Trust me kid, just run!
Both Jake and Phillip start running. Slowly, Famine begins coming to. As he does the scene fades to black and we are suddenly in a white room. No windows, just one door and a bed. The bed however is empty. The occupant of the room is on the floor with a straight jacket on. He is sitting over in the corner screaming.
Famine: NO! I WAS SO CLOSE! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
The door opens and two very big men enter. One with a night stick, and the other with a very large syringe.
Man 1: Having those dreams again Mr. Burke? It's time for your medicine.
Man 2: Remember, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. What's it gonna be today?
Famine: Fuck you! You take the goddamn medicine. I need to get back to Mexico City! I was almost there!
The man with the night stick whacks Famine over the head and knocks him out. The other man injects the needle into Famine's buttock. The scene fades to black with both men walking out of the room. The door closes and we focus in on Famine who is out cold......
WORDS FROM THE VILE ONE
War. Sun Tzu, the master of war once said "Know thy self, know thy enemy. A thousand battles, a thousand victories." I know who I am. I'm the man who's been in this business tearing people apart since most of this roster was in diapers. I've gone up against the best of the best and come out on top. Sure, past accomplishments in other places means nothing here. But the point I am trying to make with this is that no matter where I go, destruction follows. Wherever I go, death is not too far behind. A lot of you think of me as nothing more than a character. A gimmick if you will. You couldn't be more wrong. You see, this is no gimmick. I'm not some made up fantasy created by the writers to get your attention. I don't consider wrestling fans to be stupid. They know some of the things we do are scripted. But the one thing that is not now nor will it ever be scripted is who I am. I have been this way my whole life. And that's not about to change just because I am in a place with certain rules and limitations.
I have NO limitations. I do whatever the fuck I want, whenever the fuck I want to do it. Remember Sarah Twilight? The real one. Yeah, she knows I'm the real deal. Kira Sakazaki knows it and so does Sado. Last week it was Epps and Windsor. I dominated and destroyed them both without breaking a sweat. Just because there are 30 plus men in this match doesn't mean that the result won't be the same. Friend or foe, I don't give a shit. This is my opportunity here. This is the chance for me to come out on top and take out everyone else, leaving me as the next man in line for that world title. I've mentioned this on several occasions but I'll say it one more time just in case you didn't get it the first time. That world title should have been around my waist a very long time ago. Had it not been for Twilight I would stand before you as the ultimate dark ruler. No disrespect to Oblivion but this is my time now. This is my change and I'm coming to destroy any and every one.
It's called War for a reason. Men fighting and clawing their way through a roster of men who all want the same thing; a shot at being the top dog. Right now I'm the top dog and I'm going to prove it to the world. I'm walking into War as a participant and I will leave War as the new number one contender. And whether it's Fly, Cash of FPV, I hope they get ready to face a kind of hell they have never experienced. I'm tired of sitting back and facing unworthy opponents. I am ready to reign supreme and bring the Church of Dark Saints to the kingdom so that we can all rule with an iron fist. But if by some odd chance I end up being tossed out of this match and lose my shot, I won't stop. I won't quit and I won't give up. I will tear through every single person that I need to in order to get back to the number one spot. Famine of the Vile takes a back seat to no one. Never have and never will. The time for talk is over. I will get my hands on that title on way or another. And none of you will have the power or strength to stop me. So it is written, so it shall be done!
POLICE
There is no answer. The cop looks at his partner
Oh well. Let's go.
His partner stops him before he starts walking off the porch.
Wait. Let's check the back.
There's no one here man let's just go.
Come on. Let's just check the back. If no one's here then we leave ok?
Alright.
Location: Mexico City
Both men now head toward the back of the house. In the back there are a few children's toys lying around. There is an old rusted swing set that looks to be about ten years old. A teeter totter and a jungle gym that look like they haven’t been played with in ages. On the side of the house there are roof shingles by the pile and an oil drum with dirty water filled with bugs and larvae. The men then enter the door and go inside. As part of police protocol, both men stand at the door with guns drawn and flashlights. The inside of the house is dark and it appears that no one is home. They slowly begin to walk inside. The look around carefully and make sure no one is in fact there. The only light coming into the house is from the window in the living room, the door they left open and their flashlights. As they continue looking, one of the men stops at what appears to be the dining room table. There are cups and bags of rice and some vegetables but it's all rotten and smells like it's been there forever. There is also a deck of cards on the table as well. He picks one up and slowly turns it over to reveal the fool. His partner comes back from the room he was in with a small box.
He places it on the table and opens it up.
Take a look at this.
What the fuck?
Santeria?
Looks that way partner.
Inside the box is the small dead corpse of what looks to be a monkey. All that remains is the skull and some fur. There are other strange trinkets and a necklace inside as well.
Let's get it checked out back at the lab. We need to keep looking for something to connect the Mendez Cartel if we wanna close this case.
Let's keep looking then.
One cop continues to search the living room while the other one checks out the rest of the house. As we focus on the cop checking in the living room, we see that he heads over to the fireplace. He focuses his flashlight on something that looks round with some sharp edges on the sides. He slowly picks it up with the metal poker near the wall to examine it. Once he lifts it, he blows the ashes off of it to reveal what it is. He immediately drops it and jumps up. As we focus on what he was holding we can clearly see it's a human jaw. He says a blessing and then calls his partner.
Jake?!
But his partner doesn't hear him. He's too busy walking into the room he just opened the door to. The room walls are covered with symbols of all kinds. Strange and unusual depictions written in red. It appears to be blood but he can't confirm that. He walks closer inside and notices there is an owl in a cage. He continues to walk in and sees what appears to be a shrine of some sort. There is blood everywhere. Rosaries, statues of the virgin Mary and the carcass of another monkey on the floor next to it. He notices a bowl covered on top of the shrine. He walks over to it and removes the cloth that's on top to reveal maggots and rotting flesh. Jake then hears a noise coming from where his partner is. He walks out of the room and slowly walks back toward him. When he gets there, he sees two men. One, holding his partner hostage with a large blade to his neck and the other is just standing next to him.
Allan: They came out of nowhere Jake. I'm sorry.
Jake: It's ok partner. Let him go. We all wanna walk out of here alive alright. Just let him go.
Man: You really want to negotiate with us right now? I can have my friend here slit his throat in a second without hesitation if I want to. So why don’t you do the smart thing and put your gun down?
Reluctant, Jake puts his gun down as the man begins to walk toward him.
Man: Good man. You haven’t saved him but you did the right thing. Your bullets can kill us and your jails cant hold us so what did you think you were gonna do?
Jake: Look we can-
WHACK!!
The man knocks Jake out with a gun of his own as the scene fades to black momentarily. When the scene fades in from black, Jake is on the floor with his hands tied. A bucket of water is shown over him as the water is then poured on his face. In the background we hear Allan screaming. We pan over to see that his hand is being sewn off. He is tied up in what looks like a non-working electric chair. Once his hand is completely cut off it's tossed into a bucket. The man then stands over him and begins to stick a knife into his left eye. Allan screams for his life as the man cuts his eye out and tosses it into a jar with what looks like water or some kind of fluid to keep it fresh. He then continues and removes the right eye. All Jake can do is lay on the ground and watch as his partner is slowly mutilated.
Jake: NOOOOO! LEAVE HIM ALONE YOU SICK MOTHERFUCKERS!
The man cutting his partners eyes out stops and walks over to Jake. He grabs Jake by the hair and pulls him up. He then cuts the sleeve off of Jake's left arm and begins to cut something into his skin. As he does this, the other man grabs a machete and stands over Allan.
Man: I want you to watch what my friend here does. Once he's finished, I want you to look at your arm. I want you to tell your cop buddies who it was that did this to you.
In horror, Jake looks over at his partner who is seconds away from getting his head taken off.
SLICE!
As the scene fades to black once again with Jake screaming, we see what was carved into the skin of his arm. The name…..Famine!
MONTHS LATER
A dark room. No lights anywhere. Suddenly a door opens up. The light is almost blinding. The room is not empty. There is a young American male tied up to a pipe. He is sitting on top of a dirty old hospital bed. The man who comes in looks to be about 30 to 35 years old. He's dirty, unshaven and looks like he likes to eat. A LOT! He's smoking a cigarette as he walks inside.
Man: Morning sunshine.
Guy: What the fuck is going on? What am I doing here?
Man: I'm Randall. I'm here to make sure you're comfortable until it's time.
Guy: Time for what?
Randall: To meet Papa.
Guy: Who?
Randall: You'll see soon enough. Now, you need anything? Food? Water? What's your name man?
Guy: Phillip. It….It's Phillip.
Randall: Well, nice to meet you Phillip. If you need anything at all just let me know alright?
Phillip: How about you let me go?
Randall: No can do my friend. I let you go and it's adios Randall you know what I'm sayin?
Phillip: I….I just
Randall: Don't worry man. Everything's gonna be alright. I'll be back in a bit. Just yell if you need me.
Phillip starts to sweat a bit and leans back wondering what the hell is going on. He's trying to make sense of it all but nothing does. In another part of the location, Randall is walking into an old, broken down building. Inside, the walls are covered in skin, bones and blood. At the end of the hall there is a throne-like chair and sitting on it is a long haired man dressed in a black robe. He is sitting there eating something but we can't make it out because the camera is still too far to see. Once we get closer we see that he is eating what looks like a giant turkey leg.
Man: Is he awake?
Randall: Yes sir. He's awake and freaked out just like the rest.
Man: Good. Make sure you get him ready for tonight. His sacrifice will ensure that the prophecy comes true.
Randall: I don't want to be rude or anything sir because believe me I respect the hell out of you but what if it doesn’t work? That cop we took out three months ago wasn't worthy either.
Man: I can feel it Randall. This time the prophecy WILL be fulfilled! And then nothing can stop us from taking over this pathetic land.
Randall: I'm sorry I ever doubted you.
Man: Don't be. Now go to him and make sure he is well fed and that his thirst is quenched. I don't want any issues when he is sacrificed.
Randall: Yes sir.
Randall then exits and heads back to where Phillip is being held. As he opens the door he is immediately struck in the head by a metal pipe. Phillip has somehow gotten free and knocked Randall on his ass. He starts to make a run for it and about a minute into his run he is confronted by the man he is being held captive for.
Man: Going somewhere?
Phillip: Who the fuck are you?
Man: I am your god. Call me Famine. And I am going to be immortal thanks to you.
Phillip: What?
Famine: You see Phillip, by sacrificing you and drinking your blood, the prophecy will come true. I will be everlasting!
As Famine is about to continue speaking, a gunshot is heard. Everything goes silent. Then Famine drops to his knees and then falls flat on his face. The shot came from the gun of the cop whose partner had been killed months ago.
Jake: That's for my partner Allan motherfucker. Come on kid, let's get out of here before he wakes up.
Phillip: Wake up? You just shot him dead.
Jake: Don't you understand kid? The son of a bitch can't die.
Phillip: But he just said he needed my blood to be immortal. How can he not be dead right now?
Jake: Trust me kid, just run!
Both Jake and Phillip start running. Slowly, Famine begins coming to. As he does the scene fades to black and we are suddenly in a white room. No windows, just one door and a bed. The bed however is empty. The occupant of the room is on the floor with a straight jacket on. He is sitting over in the corner screaming.
Famine: NO! I WAS SO CLOSE! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
The door opens and two very big men enter. One with a night stick, and the other with a very large syringe.
Man 1: Having those dreams again Mr. Burke? It's time for your medicine.
Man 2: Remember, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. What's it gonna be today?
Famine: Fuck you! You take the goddamn medicine. I need to get back to Mexico City! I was almost there!
The man with the night stick whacks Famine over the head and knocks him out. The other man injects the needle into Famine's buttock. The scene fades to black with both men walking out of the room. The door closes and we focus in on Famine who is out cold......
WORDS FROM THE VILE ONE
War. Sun Tzu, the master of war once said "Know thy self, know thy enemy. A thousand battles, a thousand victories." I know who I am. I'm the man who's been in this business tearing people apart since most of this roster was in diapers. I've gone up against the best of the best and come out on top. Sure, past accomplishments in other places means nothing here. But the point I am trying to make with this is that no matter where I go, destruction follows. Wherever I go, death is not too far behind. A lot of you think of me as nothing more than a character. A gimmick if you will. You couldn't be more wrong. You see, this is no gimmick. I'm not some made up fantasy created by the writers to get your attention. I don't consider wrestling fans to be stupid. They know some of the things we do are scripted. But the one thing that is not now nor will it ever be scripted is who I am. I have been this way my whole life. And that's not about to change just because I am in a place with certain rules and limitations.
I have NO limitations. I do whatever the fuck I want, whenever the fuck I want to do it. Remember Sarah Twilight? The real one. Yeah, she knows I'm the real deal. Kira Sakazaki knows it and so does Sado. Last week it was Epps and Windsor. I dominated and destroyed them both without breaking a sweat. Just because there are 30 plus men in this match doesn't mean that the result won't be the same. Friend or foe, I don't give a shit. This is my opportunity here. This is the chance for me to come out on top and take out everyone else, leaving me as the next man in line for that world title. I've mentioned this on several occasions but I'll say it one more time just in case you didn't get it the first time. That world title should have been around my waist a very long time ago. Had it not been for Twilight I would stand before you as the ultimate dark ruler. No disrespect to Oblivion but this is my time now. This is my change and I'm coming to destroy any and every one.
It's called War for a reason. Men fighting and clawing their way through a roster of men who all want the same thing; a shot at being the top dog. Right now I'm the top dog and I'm going to prove it to the world. I'm walking into War as a participant and I will leave War as the new number one contender. And whether it's Fly, Cash of FPV, I hope they get ready to face a kind of hell they have never experienced. I'm tired of sitting back and facing unworthy opponents. I am ready to reign supreme and bring the Church of Dark Saints to the kingdom so that we can all rule with an iron fist. But if by some odd chance I end up being tossed out of this match and lose my shot, I won't stop. I won't quit and I won't give up. I will tear through every single person that I need to in order to get back to the number one spot. Famine of the Vile takes a back seat to no one. Never have and never will. The time for talk is over. I will get my hands on that title on way or another. And none of you will have the power or strength to stop me. So it is written, so it shall be done!
