Post by Danjon no Unmei on May 16, 2019 14:41:02 GMT -5
“Jacob Hammerstein!”
Esior the Necromancer stands in a darken room, barely visible in his black mask and clothes. Behind him is the rustling of chains and the growling of a creature just out of view of the camera.
“Allow me to formally introduce myself. My name is Esior, but you may call me the Necromancer if you wish. You may not know me but I feel like I’ve know you for a lifetime. By the way, can I call you Jake? No, probably not; too informal I suppose. After all, you have no idea who I am but I know everything there is to know about you. I know of the illicit affair between your parents, of your troubled childhood and your years of behaving like a bumbling fool to appease the masses. I know of your marriage to that beautiful wife of yours and of that beautiful little daughter of yours; my, how little Zoe has grown over the last year. You may think that I know all this because I’ve googled you or trolled your Twitter account, but the truth of the matter is that I know you better than you know yourself, ‘Łééchąą'í’.”
The chains behind him began to rattle and something in the shadows behind the Necromancer dashed through the darkness. The creature yelled out in rage, having failed to capture whatever it was after and crawled back towards its nest. Esior took a moment to look over his shoulder at the thing and chuckled to himself before continuing.
“That’s why it brings me great joy knowing you have done exactly what I knew you would, Jacob. You allowed yourself to be ensnared in the web of my dear friend, GRIM. Yes, you managed to escape the consumer of Jorogumo and bruised his face but like the dog you were named after, you have returned to your folly like a dog does to its vomit. You survived our house of horrors once and was allowed to escape with your life intact, able to fight another day, and yet, you chose to come back for more. We both know why that it, Jacob, don’t we? We both know when you stand across the ring from the creature behind me, what you’re hoping to find should you be able to peel the mask away.”
Without warning the creature in the dark speed across the darkened zoom behind Esior and a loud squeal echoed though the chamber, followed by the loud snapping of bones. The creature roared in the darkness, triumphant at last.
The Necromancer chuckled once more. He bent down to pick up the chain that bound the monster in the dark. Raising it to the camera, he gave it a tug and the thing at the other end growled at him. Esior gave it another tug and slowly Tiger Mask Undead ventured forward, a dying rat, still wiggling, hanging from his mouth, its blood dripping down his chin. Esior patted TMU on the head and addressed the camera once more.
“Jacob, I know you believe you know what you’re getting yourself into on May 18th when you stand across the ring from Tiger Mask Undead, attached by fifteen feet of steal chain, attached to each other by the throats with a pair of dog collars. You believe yourself prepared for the pain and suffering that a dog collar match can bring about. No one needs to remind you that man men have had their careers shortened in this particular kind of match. Men have had their faces beaten in and eardrums destroyed by the sheer force of this steel chain being repeatedly beaten upon their head! You know this is your future, Jacob Hammerstein, you know this is in your future, and whether you care to admit it or not, that knowledge is slowly eating away at your stomach ever since this match was announced. Tell me, Jacob, what will your beautiful wife Holly think when you return home with your nose smeared across your face? What will Zoe’s reaction be when you enter her room and she doesn’t recognize you anymore because you have become something so grotesque?
“The creature standing across from the ring from you, these things mean absolutely nothing to him. Tiger Mask Undead is an uncaring monster with zero concern for his own wellbeing and is fully focused on ripping you limp from limp. From the first day that he caught your scent he has though of little else than your complete and total annulation! He cares nothing for winning and mercy is a word that no longer means anything to him. When that bell rings and the two of you are attached by your necks with that chain there will only be three thought going through his head: To feast on your flesh, quench his thirst upon your blood and smash your head in with that chain until your brains spill out for the world to see!"
Esior patted Tiger Mask Undead on the head again. The masked creature let out a growl and tore the head off the rat with his teeth. The Necromancer chuckled softly and addressed the camera one last time.
“Jacob, I advise you to contact your wife and daughter and tell them both that Daddy won’t be coming home in one piece…”
Note: RP limit ignored as per agreement with Hammerstein's handler and approved by the fedhead.
Esior the Necromancer stands in a darken room, barely visible in his black mask and clothes. Behind him is the rustling of chains and the growling of a creature just out of view of the camera.
“Allow me to formally introduce myself. My name is Esior, but you may call me the Necromancer if you wish. You may not know me but I feel like I’ve know you for a lifetime. By the way, can I call you Jake? No, probably not; too informal I suppose. After all, you have no idea who I am but I know everything there is to know about you. I know of the illicit affair between your parents, of your troubled childhood and your years of behaving like a bumbling fool to appease the masses. I know of your marriage to that beautiful wife of yours and of that beautiful little daughter of yours; my, how little Zoe has grown over the last year. You may think that I know all this because I’ve googled you or trolled your Twitter account, but the truth of the matter is that I know you better than you know yourself, ‘Łééchąą'í’.”
The chains behind him began to rattle and something in the shadows behind the Necromancer dashed through the darkness. The creature yelled out in rage, having failed to capture whatever it was after and crawled back towards its nest. Esior took a moment to look over his shoulder at the thing and chuckled to himself before continuing.
“That’s why it brings me great joy knowing you have done exactly what I knew you would, Jacob. You allowed yourself to be ensnared in the web of my dear friend, GRIM. Yes, you managed to escape the consumer of Jorogumo and bruised his face but like the dog you were named after, you have returned to your folly like a dog does to its vomit. You survived our house of horrors once and was allowed to escape with your life intact, able to fight another day, and yet, you chose to come back for more. We both know why that it, Jacob, don’t we? We both know when you stand across the ring from the creature behind me, what you’re hoping to find should you be able to peel the mask away.”
Without warning the creature in the dark speed across the darkened zoom behind Esior and a loud squeal echoed though the chamber, followed by the loud snapping of bones. The creature roared in the darkness, triumphant at last.
The Necromancer chuckled once more. He bent down to pick up the chain that bound the monster in the dark. Raising it to the camera, he gave it a tug and the thing at the other end growled at him. Esior gave it another tug and slowly Tiger Mask Undead ventured forward, a dying rat, still wiggling, hanging from his mouth, its blood dripping down his chin. Esior patted TMU on the head and addressed the camera once more.
“Jacob, I know you believe you know what you’re getting yourself into on May 18th when you stand across the ring from Tiger Mask Undead, attached by fifteen feet of steal chain, attached to each other by the throats with a pair of dog collars. You believe yourself prepared for the pain and suffering that a dog collar match can bring about. No one needs to remind you that man men have had their careers shortened in this particular kind of match. Men have had their faces beaten in and eardrums destroyed by the sheer force of this steel chain being repeatedly beaten upon their head! You know this is your future, Jacob Hammerstein, you know this is in your future, and whether you care to admit it or not, that knowledge is slowly eating away at your stomach ever since this match was announced. Tell me, Jacob, what will your beautiful wife Holly think when you return home with your nose smeared across your face? What will Zoe’s reaction be when you enter her room and she doesn’t recognize you anymore because you have become something so grotesque?
“The creature standing across from the ring from you, these things mean absolutely nothing to him. Tiger Mask Undead is an uncaring monster with zero concern for his own wellbeing and is fully focused on ripping you limp from limp. From the first day that he caught your scent he has though of little else than your complete and total annulation! He cares nothing for winning and mercy is a word that no longer means anything to him. When that bell rings and the two of you are attached by your necks with that chain there will only be three thought going through his head: To feast on your flesh, quench his thirst upon your blood and smash your head in with that chain until your brains spill out for the world to see!"
Esior patted Tiger Mask Undead on the head again. The masked creature let out a growl and tore the head off the rat with his teeth. The Necromancer chuckled softly and addressed the camera one last time.
“Jacob, I advise you to contact your wife and daughter and tell them both that Daddy won’t be coming home in one piece…”
Note: RP limit ignored as per agreement with Hammerstein's handler and approved by the fedhead.