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| The Lord And Saviour; Part 1 of a potential 3 RPs | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Aug 26 2012, 03:42 PM (113 Views) | |
| Beast And The Harlot | Aug 26 2012, 03:42 PM Post #1 |
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Ushering in the end of days, destroying those who've lost their way.
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It is said that everything has a weakness, no matter how overwhelming. It is said that even the most insurmountable of odds can be conquered, but have you ever heard of the man who could not be destroyed? He takes this statement as a challenge in need of accepting and turns it into mere words. He has been plunged fifty feet through burning tables, he has had his face and body burnt multiple times, he has bleed bucket loads, he has undergone abuse and severe hardships and has overcome some of the most gruesome matches you could ever imagine and still he manages to stand strong, still he keeps coming back. The battle scars are clear signs of the lengths he would go to achieve not only his own objective, but the objective of a higher power. He lurks in the recesses of the night, cast aside by society because he is different, because he is strange and he is considered abnormal. Society fears what they cannot understand and therefore shuns and ostracises those that fall within the ‘abnormal’ field. For centuries society has had this mindset, even with the miracles in technology and the drastic changes of views from even a decade ago society is still left fearing what they cannot understand. Homosexuality is still considered to be a sin even to this day within a world that claims they have moved on from such preposterous ideals. The sick and diseased were considered to be possessed by the devil back in the Middles Ages and those who society could not understand were sentences to the everlasting fiery hell, tortured to death by some of the most gruesome torture devices known to man. But here one man stands, a victim to societies lack of understanding. Here one man stands that has overcome all of society’s ideologies that force this man to be shunned to the side, a mere outcast. He has endured some of the most gruesome torture devices known to man, both physically and psychologically and here he still stands, the man who cannot be destroyed. The pitch darkness we see before us suddenly flickers as we see a spark that slowly dies out. A second spark once again illuminates the scene but again is quick to die out. A third spark and we are met with a roaring, warm inferno. Several logs within a fireplace are ablaze as a large man stands next to the roaring, brick fire place and shovels logs into the fire by the hand full. ‘At The Ultimate Showdown I made a mistake, one mistake I should have never made. I showed mercy. Now here I stand, burns marks across my face and down my back and nothing at all to show for it’ The large man turns, revealing a raven-haired man. The raven-haired man is Lucifer Creed. It was revealed that Lucifer Creed was destined to wear a mask for the next few weeks and here he stands wearing a mask to cover up his scars and burns as they heal. ‘A disfigured wreak is what I have become as a result of showing mercy. You are lucky Anthony Hawk that I showed an ounce of mercy, otherwise it would be you with burns and scars up and down your back and across your face and not me’ ‘It has been quite some time since I have felt the metal of a mash pressed up against my skin, it feels cooling against my burns. The last time I was forced to wear a mask I had just recently been plunged twenty plus feet from an elevated ring into a pile of burning tables waiting for me below, a match where I lost my World Championship within that particular promotion as a result. I was left scarred and disfigured, a monster to society and now here I stand once more in disfigurement, once again forced to done the mask’ ‘Last time I created my own mask that suited my taste and desire for torture and destruction, this time however I have decided to take a more historical approach and design a mask based off of histories past. This mask on my face is called the Plague Doctor mask. The mask is my own design, made from metal, pieced together with various bolts and screws and welded together. However, this mask is a remake of the Plague Doctor mask; the mask special medical physicians wore back in the Middle Ages when dealing with patients who had contracted the plague. Notice the nose is a little shorter, this is to ensure I can still actually wrestle’ ‘My appearance may have changed but I have not, if anything I am more determined than ever to make others feel how I felt when I rolled around that ring Sunday night and burned alive and lucky for me I have two victims assigned for this week’s Underground in the current reigning Heritage Champion, Anthony Hawk and the current reigning No Limits Champion, Jeff Turner. These two, calling themselves the Golden Hawks, plan to steal away the Tag Team Championships from the grasp of the Church Of Lucifer after we have held the championships for almost two years. My oh my do we have a couple of dreamers on our hands’ Lucifer Creed shovels the last of the logs into the fire before rubbing his hands near the fire place. ‘Ah, the warmth feels good against my hands’ Lucifer Creed walks away from the fire place and walks deeper and deeper into the darkness of the room. As he continues to walk he continues to speak. ‘What makes Anthony Hawk and Jeff Turner think they can topple the might of the Church Of Lucifer anyway? Because of the championship gold they have around their waists at the present time? Anthony Hawk was lucky to walk out of The Ultimate Showdown with the Heritage Championship around his waist. Anthony Hawk and Jeff Turner should feel lucky that I haven’t turned my attention towards their championships yet, because if I did happen to have a craving for mediocre championship belts they wouldn’t be around the waist of these two plebeians for much longer’ As Lucifer Creed continues to walk down what seems to be a darkened hallway we hear the faint sound of screaming from afar. ‘Perhaps their confidence lies in them coming up with a name for their tag team. It is one thing to call yourself the Golden Hawks, it’s another to actually live up to that promise. You both seem to think it’s going to be easy to take these Tag Team Championships from around our waists. You two really need to stop living in the clouds and come back to reality, for we have tackled some of the biggest stars to grace the UWF and taken them down a peg or two like they were common folk. What makes you two think you are any different to those who we have already left a bloody mess?’ The faint screaming becomes a little louder now as Lucifer Creed continues down what seems to be a rather long hallway. ‘Come Underground the both of you are going to be in store for a rude awakening. We have already decimated the two of you once before, this week on Underground is going to be no different. No one can topple the Church Of Lucifer, no one can dethrone us. Why do people keep trying only to ultimately fall short? The mortal mind can be quite the idiotic muscle’. Lucifer Creed pushes open a nearby door, as he does so the screams become quite clear now as they escape from the vicinity of the room, desperate for somebody to hear. In the room sits a man who is gagged, hence why his screams were muffled. The man has his hands tied behind his back and around the chair and has his legs shackled to the legs of the chair, wrapped around the chair itself to ensure the man cannot simply slide the shackles down the chair legs and allow for his legs to break free to give her a chance to escape. The man’s screams become louder as Lucifer Creed enters the room; his face turns a bright red as he screams his heart out, desperate for assistance. ‘Don’t do that, you are going to burst a blood vessel doing that’ Lucifer Creed says nonchalantly to the man bound and gagged in the chair. Lucifer Creed walks over to the man and stands beside him. ‘Now, I have given you some time to think over things. Are you ready to talk?’ Lucifer Creed asks the man. Lucifer Creed reaches behind the man’s head and loosens the strap of the gag before allowing for it to fall around the man’s neck. ‘HELP! HELP!’ the man screams. Lucifer Creed strikes the man with one, hard, right-hand across the jaw. ‘That is not what I asked of you’ Lucifer Creed informs the man. ‘Now I will ask you again, are you ready to talk?’ Lucifer Creed asks the man. The man, who currently has his head down and holds his jaw, lifts his head up and looks at Lucifer Creed with absolute fear in his eyes. ‘I don’t know what you want from me’ the man informs Lucifer Creed. ‘Wrong answer’ Lucifer Creed tells the man before striking him once more. The man spits blood on the floor as Lucifer Creed grabs the man by his sweat-drenched hair so that he can stare into the man’s eyes. ‘I know you know something about the man they call Ace. All I want is the information that you have on the man’ Lucifer Creed tells the bound and gagged victim. ‘I swear to God almighty I do not know anything’ the man says, pleading with Lucifer Creed. ‘You shouldn’t be praying to god, you should be praying to me, for I am the true Lord and Saviour’ Lucifer Creed says before approaching the doorway. Lucifer Creed grabs the door knob and slams the door shut. All that can be seen is the door and the door frame as the sounds of screaming and sounds of flesh on flesh can be heard emitting from the other side of the door. |
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