Post by Mr Kuzchida/The Sixth on Aug 14, 2018 16:55:48 GMT -5
*The scene opens in darkness, rays of light playing off the thick smoke that fills the room. We hear approaching footsteps as the camera pans out to reveal that the room is empty except for a large object in the centre. We can’t make out what it is through the smoke. The footsteps stop and we hear the sound of lock mechanisms, followed by the obvious sound of stone sliding against stone. Footsteps begin to echo now inside the chamber and Mr Kuzchida enters the frame. He walks over and stands beside the object in the middle of the room. The camera rolls closer, as the shot closes in we can see that the object is an intricately detailed white gold sarcophagus.*
“A man in a box. That is what he said you are.” Scowls Mr Kuzchida, walking to the foot of the sarcophagus, his deep voice resonating.. “That may as well be what you are!” He seethes, producing a ceremonial dagger from one of the compartments in the base of the sarcophagus, the screech of metal scraping against metal echoes through the empty chamber. He walks to the front of the sarcophagus. “That oversized buffoon made a fool of us, of ME!” He shouts as he sticks the dagger hard into one of the many slits on the side of the sarcophagus. A low guttural growl bellows from inside the gruesome torture box. “He thinks I paid five million for you! I wish i had, it’s closer to what you are worth!” He says, sticking the dagger into a different slit, the guttural noise echoes around the room. “When you faced Dune, you fought like one of those kids in the barrels!”
“I told you to finish him!” He screams, stabbing into a different slit.
“Over, and, over!” He continues screaming, stabbing with each word, each drive of the blade eliciting a horrific sound from inside the sarcophagus.
*He drives the dagger into the central slit on the chest area of the sarcophagus and walks away*
“I showed you footage for hours, match after match. Yet still you let him get you with that ridiculous move! After I had put everything in place for you! The referee was paid for, i spent millions on advertising for your title shot. All you had to do was beat down Dune and leave with the victory.” Kuzchida rants, returning and violently removing the dagger from the sarcophagus. There is now no sound or reaction from inside.
“I know you can still hear me, so listen well. You will make that inbred pay for laying his filthy, calloused hands on me. We leave in four hours.”
*Mr Kuzchida storms out of the room*
“A man in a box. That is what he said you are.” Scowls Mr Kuzchida, walking to the foot of the sarcophagus, his deep voice resonating.. “That may as well be what you are!” He seethes, producing a ceremonial dagger from one of the compartments in the base of the sarcophagus, the screech of metal scraping against metal echoes through the empty chamber. He walks to the front of the sarcophagus. “That oversized buffoon made a fool of us, of ME!” He shouts as he sticks the dagger hard into one of the many slits on the side of the sarcophagus. A low guttural growl bellows from inside the gruesome torture box. “He thinks I paid five million for you! I wish i had, it’s closer to what you are worth!” He says, sticking the dagger into a different slit, the guttural noise echoes around the room. “When you faced Dune, you fought like one of those kids in the barrels!”
“I told you to finish him!” He screams, stabbing into a different slit.
“Over, and, over!” He continues screaming, stabbing with each word, each drive of the blade eliciting a horrific sound from inside the sarcophagus.
*He drives the dagger into the central slit on the chest area of the sarcophagus and walks away*
“I showed you footage for hours, match after match. Yet still you let him get you with that ridiculous move! After I had put everything in place for you! The referee was paid for, i spent millions on advertising for your title shot. All you had to do was beat down Dune and leave with the victory.” Kuzchida rants, returning and violently removing the dagger from the sarcophagus. There is now no sound or reaction from inside.
“I know you can still hear me, so listen well. You will make that inbred pay for laying his filthy, calloused hands on me. We leave in four hours.”
*Mr Kuzchida storms out of the room*
