Post by Dionysus on Aug 28, 2016 13:23:27 GMT -5
August 21st, 2016
[Scene: An undisclosed office, dark with the exception of a dim light from a lamp in the background. A man is seated at the desk, wearing a top hat. A cane is seen leaning against the desk, a dim golden glow bouncing off the top. Another man is seated across the desk, holding a bottle of beer. Another opened bottle is on the desk, with four more sitting in a cardboard holder.]
Divine: Well my boy, you've done it. You certainly have found a newfound life in your career!
Necurat: *takes a drink from the bottle* I do what I can. I am still grateful for everything that you have done.
Divine: How is your shoulder holding up?
[Necurat sets the bottle down, and rotates his shoulder. He grimaces, then picks up the bottle again.]
Necurat: Stiff, but better. The last procedure did the trick. Hopefully I won't be needing to go back in.
Divine: Well, I'm sure it won't come to-
[They are interrupted by the sound of a cell phone ringing.]
Divine: Oh, hold on. *picks up the phone* Albert Divine speaking.
[Necurat takes another drink from the bottle, unable to hear what is on the other line.]
Divine: ...Yes? ...You're sure? Well...Oh. OH! That is splendid news! Against whom? ...I see...well, still! Yes, of course, I shall let him know right away. ...Yes, yes, down to shoot the spot on Friday, very good. ...Oh, could I put you on hold? I have another question for you. ...Thank you.
[Divine sets his phone down on the desk and stands up. Necurat immediately stood.]
Necurat: Good news, I take it?
Divine: The best news. You, my good friend, are going to be in a fatal four-way match for the Alpha Championship this Sunday!
Necurat: *hoots, raising an arm in the air* Albert, that's great! ...Wait, who are my opponents?
Divine: According to the office, they are Massaker, CJ Phoenix, and Jordan Ciserano.
Necurat: Huh. Haven't had a chance to scout them yet.
Divine: Well make the time. You are due in to their offices to shoot the spot for the match. They'll cover the expenses, so just use their company card. Use the flight to watch their matches and see what they are about. Your true test begins here. Now hurry along, I will meet you at the event site in a few days. I have some leftover business to attend to here.
[Necurat finished his beer, leaving Divine in the office alone. He picks up the phone, pressing the button to take the caller off hold.]
Divine: Sorry about that; just giving my client the good news. Now then, about my other request... ...Oh, not a problem; I am insured for that type of challenge. ...Yes, well, I am a circus performer. ...Yes, he is insured. ...Absolutely; we are solely responsible should anything go wrong. ...You'll do it? Splendid! Give the management my regards and deepest thanks...but...lets not tell Dion just yet, yes? ...Very well, I will see you in a few days.
[Divine ends the call, taking hold of the bottle on the table. He takes a drink from it, and lets out a sigh, examining what he just drank. A sinister grin stretches across his face.]
Divine: Oooh, my dear sweet Liontamer...you will have a trial on your hands soon...
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August 27th, 2016
[The camera fades from the darkened office to the ruins of a battlefield. There are three bodies being supported by large beams of wood, tinders around their feet. They appear to be tied around the arms and legs. A tattered banner stands on a post nearby, the symbol of the Aegisjalmur flapping in the wind. The camera pans back further, over the shoulders of a man clad in armor. The man removes his helmet, his crimson hair billowing in the wind. Dion Necurat turns slightly toward the camera.]
Necurat: "Carpe Diem, Capere Occasionem." These words adorn the crest of the Necurat family's seal. It translates to "Seize the Day, Seize the Opportunity." These past weeks have been a trial by fire...though I have tasted failure before success, a true warrior knows that losing a battle is not the end. Losing the war is. I have learned from my losses, and with that comes a new warrior, filled with a new fire and determination.
[The camera pans to a campfire nearby, where Necurat sticks a torch in. When it lights, he withdraws the flame.]
Necurat: This Sunday at Revenge, I will be entering another battle...one that I fully intend to win. This will not be like any other battles, for my opponents this time are worthy of respect. Be that as it may, they will fall, as others have.
[He walks over to the furthest right pyre, now obvious in the light of the torch that it is not a person, but in fact a stuffed dummy. A sign dangles from its neck reading "Ciserano."]
Necurat: The first of these three men, Ciserano, is one I have seen, yet never heard from. A man gifted in technical wrestling, as well as being a master of submission. This one has a bright future ahead in the ring, much like the rest of us in this match. History will remember this day...as the match that begins my prestigious career, not his. For while he is gifted, I too possess a gift; a warrior's spirit, a determination to continue on, and the desire to succeed. Ciserano has none of these things. He has a fighting spirit, but the flesh is weak. I look forward to him proving me wrong. He is worthy of my admiration. ...But not of my surrender.
[Necurat sticks the torch to the fire, watching as it begins to take flame. He moves to the next pyre, the dummy's sign reading "Massaker."]
Necurat: Massaker. From a Baron to a Butcher. My, how men fall from their graces. This is a man who uses fear and menace to his advantage. A man worthy of that fear and menace, to be sure. A normal man would see his potential and quake. I look at his potential and see...a good opportunity. You see, while the butcher can be dangerous, he can also be defeated. Freddy Krueger was defeated. Jason was defeated. Michael Myres was defeated. The difference is, Massaker is not against teenagers. He is against other warriors. More importantly, he is against me. The butcher may take parts of myself away...but it will be I who has the final prime cut.
[As before, Necurat touches the torch to the pyre, letting the flames lick at the tinders. When lit, Necurat moves to the final pyre, this time with the sign reading "Phoenix."]
Necurat: A man whose last name reflects a resurrection. CJ Phoenix. He has been one I have followed quite closely in recent days. His videos have provided both entertainment and helpful insight on my opponents...though most in particular...to Phoenix himself. He sees my shoulder as a weakness. I will not lie; it may very well be my own downfall. He would, however, need to get to that shoulder before he is captured under Sanctions. He says my size is a great asset, but also a drawback. Boy, my size is just fine. It is my skill you should concern yourself with. He is worried about my armaments. As he should be. As the Butcher should be. As Ciserano should be. My weapons give me an advantage, especially my shield. Nothing like it has been seen anywhere else. I will give Phoenix his credit; he is likely the main challenge I must overcome, though this is not to slight my other two opponents. He is as determined to walk out the victor as I am. That said...his hubris will be his downfall. I can keep a level head. And the Phoenix will not rise again...but burn to ash.
[Necurat touched the torch to the final pyre, letting it light ablaze. He turned his back to the flames, staring into the camera.]
Necurat: The Alpha Championship will see a new beginning this Sunday. The opponents are set for war. I will be bringing only my best to the ring with me that night. Ciserano...Massker...Phoenix...You do the same. I respect each of you as contenders. However, this Sunday, you are the enemy. You are the barbarian hordes looking to claim the prize of Rome. And I, the Gladiator, stand in the fires, waiting for my opportunity. I will walk in as the Gladiator...The Crimson Liontamer...but I will walk out, the new Alpha Champion.
[Dion turns to the pyres as they have reached full bloom. He turns around, sliding a shield onto his arm. He slams his free arm against the shield, in a drumming fashion. He then stops, the camera zooming in to his face.]
Necurat: Carpe Diem...Caprere Occasionem...
[Necurat walks off camera, leaving the scene of three burning pyres as the camera fades to black.]
[Scene: An undisclosed office, dark with the exception of a dim light from a lamp in the background. A man is seated at the desk, wearing a top hat. A cane is seen leaning against the desk, a dim golden glow bouncing off the top. Another man is seated across the desk, holding a bottle of beer. Another opened bottle is on the desk, with four more sitting in a cardboard holder.]
Divine: Well my boy, you've done it. You certainly have found a newfound life in your career!
Necurat: *takes a drink from the bottle* I do what I can. I am still grateful for everything that you have done.
Divine: How is your shoulder holding up?
[Necurat sets the bottle down, and rotates his shoulder. He grimaces, then picks up the bottle again.]
Necurat: Stiff, but better. The last procedure did the trick. Hopefully I won't be needing to go back in.
Divine: Well, I'm sure it won't come to-
[They are interrupted by the sound of a cell phone ringing.]
Divine: Oh, hold on. *picks up the phone* Albert Divine speaking.
[Necurat takes another drink from the bottle, unable to hear what is on the other line.]
Divine: ...Yes? ...You're sure? Well...Oh. OH! That is splendid news! Against whom? ...I see...well, still! Yes, of course, I shall let him know right away. ...Yes, yes, down to shoot the spot on Friday, very good. ...Oh, could I put you on hold? I have another question for you. ...Thank you.
[Divine sets his phone down on the desk and stands up. Necurat immediately stood.]
Necurat: Good news, I take it?
Divine: The best news. You, my good friend, are going to be in a fatal four-way match for the Alpha Championship this Sunday!
Necurat: *hoots, raising an arm in the air* Albert, that's great! ...Wait, who are my opponents?
Divine: According to the office, they are Massaker, CJ Phoenix, and Jordan Ciserano.
Necurat: Huh. Haven't had a chance to scout them yet.
Divine: Well make the time. You are due in to their offices to shoot the spot for the match. They'll cover the expenses, so just use their company card. Use the flight to watch their matches and see what they are about. Your true test begins here. Now hurry along, I will meet you at the event site in a few days. I have some leftover business to attend to here.
[Necurat finished his beer, leaving Divine in the office alone. He picks up the phone, pressing the button to take the caller off hold.]
Divine: Sorry about that; just giving my client the good news. Now then, about my other request... ...Oh, not a problem; I am insured for that type of challenge. ...Yes, well, I am a circus performer. ...Yes, he is insured. ...Absolutely; we are solely responsible should anything go wrong. ...You'll do it? Splendid! Give the management my regards and deepest thanks...but...lets not tell Dion just yet, yes? ...Very well, I will see you in a few days.
[Divine ends the call, taking hold of the bottle on the table. He takes a drink from it, and lets out a sigh, examining what he just drank. A sinister grin stretches across his face.]
Divine: Oooh, my dear sweet Liontamer...you will have a trial on your hands soon...
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August 27th, 2016
[The camera fades from the darkened office to the ruins of a battlefield. There are three bodies being supported by large beams of wood, tinders around their feet. They appear to be tied around the arms and legs. A tattered banner stands on a post nearby, the symbol of the Aegisjalmur flapping in the wind. The camera pans back further, over the shoulders of a man clad in armor. The man removes his helmet, his crimson hair billowing in the wind. Dion Necurat turns slightly toward the camera.]
Necurat: "Carpe Diem, Capere Occasionem." These words adorn the crest of the Necurat family's seal. It translates to "Seize the Day, Seize the Opportunity." These past weeks have been a trial by fire...though I have tasted failure before success, a true warrior knows that losing a battle is not the end. Losing the war is. I have learned from my losses, and with that comes a new warrior, filled with a new fire and determination.
[The camera pans to a campfire nearby, where Necurat sticks a torch in. When it lights, he withdraws the flame.]
Necurat: This Sunday at Revenge, I will be entering another battle...one that I fully intend to win. This will not be like any other battles, for my opponents this time are worthy of respect. Be that as it may, they will fall, as others have.
[He walks over to the furthest right pyre, now obvious in the light of the torch that it is not a person, but in fact a stuffed dummy. A sign dangles from its neck reading "Ciserano."]
Necurat: The first of these three men, Ciserano, is one I have seen, yet never heard from. A man gifted in technical wrestling, as well as being a master of submission. This one has a bright future ahead in the ring, much like the rest of us in this match. History will remember this day...as the match that begins my prestigious career, not his. For while he is gifted, I too possess a gift; a warrior's spirit, a determination to continue on, and the desire to succeed. Ciserano has none of these things. He has a fighting spirit, but the flesh is weak. I look forward to him proving me wrong. He is worthy of my admiration. ...But not of my surrender.
[Necurat sticks the torch to the fire, watching as it begins to take flame. He moves to the next pyre, the dummy's sign reading "Massaker."]
Necurat: Massaker. From a Baron to a Butcher. My, how men fall from their graces. This is a man who uses fear and menace to his advantage. A man worthy of that fear and menace, to be sure. A normal man would see his potential and quake. I look at his potential and see...a good opportunity. You see, while the butcher can be dangerous, he can also be defeated. Freddy Krueger was defeated. Jason was defeated. Michael Myres was defeated. The difference is, Massaker is not against teenagers. He is against other warriors. More importantly, he is against me. The butcher may take parts of myself away...but it will be I who has the final prime cut.
[As before, Necurat touches the torch to the pyre, letting the flames lick at the tinders. When lit, Necurat moves to the final pyre, this time with the sign reading "Phoenix."]
Necurat: A man whose last name reflects a resurrection. CJ Phoenix. He has been one I have followed quite closely in recent days. His videos have provided both entertainment and helpful insight on my opponents...though most in particular...to Phoenix himself. He sees my shoulder as a weakness. I will not lie; it may very well be my own downfall. He would, however, need to get to that shoulder before he is captured under Sanctions. He says my size is a great asset, but also a drawback. Boy, my size is just fine. It is my skill you should concern yourself with. He is worried about my armaments. As he should be. As the Butcher should be. As Ciserano should be. My weapons give me an advantage, especially my shield. Nothing like it has been seen anywhere else. I will give Phoenix his credit; he is likely the main challenge I must overcome, though this is not to slight my other two opponents. He is as determined to walk out the victor as I am. That said...his hubris will be his downfall. I can keep a level head. And the Phoenix will not rise again...but burn to ash.
[Necurat touched the torch to the final pyre, letting it light ablaze. He turned his back to the flames, staring into the camera.]
Necurat: The Alpha Championship will see a new beginning this Sunday. The opponents are set for war. I will be bringing only my best to the ring with me that night. Ciserano...Massker...Phoenix...You do the same. I respect each of you as contenders. However, this Sunday, you are the enemy. You are the barbarian hordes looking to claim the prize of Rome. And I, the Gladiator, stand in the fires, waiting for my opportunity. I will walk in as the Gladiator...The Crimson Liontamer...but I will walk out, the new Alpha Champion.
[Dion turns to the pyres as they have reached full bloom. He turns around, sliding a shield onto his arm. He slams his free arm against the shield, in a drumming fashion. He then stops, the camera zooming in to his face.]
Necurat: Carpe Diem...Caprere Occasionem...
[Necurat walks off camera, leaving the scene of three burning pyres as the camera fades to black.]
