Post by Andrew Savage on May 29, 2012 14:39:11 GMT -6
*The Camera opens to an old abandoned castle. The walls surrounding the courtyard are old and broken in may places. The white and gleaming stone of the once magnificent structure long ago faded to a hint of what it might have looked like in it's pristine years. The castle itself has a myriad of broken windows and the flagpoles that bore the symbols of the realm are either missing, broken or a combination of both. The courtyard itself is overgrown with weeds and the path to the castle is non-existent, having long since been reclaimed by the earth. The same voice that was heard thrice before now again intones it's monologue.*
"This was the home to a once mighty and powerful ruler. His Subjects adored him. He allies respected him. His army was at his beck and call, willing to do whatever the majesty required of them, and he was surrounded by a myriad of loved ones and allies. As was fated, it did not last!"
*The camera shifts to what might have been a guardhouse. The few weapons that are standing up are rusted solid, and look as thought they might crumble beneath the slightest touch. the floors is littered with the hafts of weapons and other assorted rusting parts. What can be seen of the stone has been worn away by time and weather. The voice intones again*
"The first to go was the men of the army. All brave and loyal troops. Some were killed in battle, others died in nameless fields and forest, due to the ever skilled arrows of the local underworld. Some died in nameless swamps, desperately clinging to the rotted vines and logs in a faint hope of pulling themselves free of the miasma they were trapped in, but it was not to be. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, the remaining soldiers were merged with the palace guard, only to be cut down as a virus swept through the ranks. The body count was high those days and the burn fires could be seen for miles. I know this for I was there!"
*The scene shifts to what might have been a Girl's room. The once vibrant pink curtains have faded to a dull white, with tinges of pink left in the one tattered curtain that moves in the non existent breeze. The desk, which might have served as her vanity table was covered with broken bottles and cosmetics, years since they were used, now it served as a carpet of cobwebs for a couple spiders to make their home. The bed where she might have slept is a pile of debris in the corner with a rotted mattress and the only decoration in the room is a single painting of some long forgotten Knight. The voice speaks again*
"The next to be embraced by the hand of fate was the princess. Fair of form and possessed of an unending grace, she was the envy of many a young noble. Tragically for her, she fell for the charms of an amorous peasant boy who sent many an afternoon wiling away in her arms and wooing her, in an attempt to better his position by marrying into the family. When he discovered he cold not influence the family, he took his frustrations out on her, leaving her scarred forever. She took her own life soon after by ingesting a poisoned brew, which I found to be quite useful form time to time. The peasant did not escape his fate. While he did manage to escape pursuit of the castle, sadly, the bear who's cave he hid in, was not in the mood to be rational and provided just the thing for a hungry bear after a long winter's nap. I believe his bones still rest in a cave in the hills. His screams were most musical"*
The scene shifts to what might have been a boy's room. The curtains are much like the previous rooms...tattered and faded. The trophies that once showed athletic achievement are ragged, rusted or simply gone. The sword and shield that might have been wielded in the name of the needed noble cause are rusted and corroded. Like the cosmetics, only spiders pay them heed now as they crawl across the surface. The voice again begins speaking*
"The prince was the next to go. His valor in combat and pure and noble heart was all removed when a maid he lured to his bed, turned out to be a hired killer form a rival kingdom, looking to weaken the morale of an already shattered kingdom. He entered the realm of twilight very quick. As for the assassin, well, in her haste to leave the castle before she was discovered, she left at night. Pity she never saw the path leading over the gorge, until she was airborne. One of the very few people I escorted has ever dove in head first, but she was quite insistent by the decibels of her screams."
*The camera switched to what might have been the master bedroom. The double bed is a rotted mess in the center of the room. A broken closet door hangs from one hinge, showing an empty closet. The voice speaks again*
"The Queen was devastated by the loss of her children 'A mother should not outlive her children' was her belief and that belief sickened, disabled and emotionally crippled her, until she was too sick to move from their bed. The reaper took her on a cold winter's night, and led her broken spirit to the Realm of Twilight. The King, having nothing left of his family, grieved as was his need, then he too joined his wife and children in the great beyond. the castle was abandoned and I moved in."
*The scene shifts again to the front hall, where a large figure is standing. His features are obscured by the poor light. The figure begins speaking as he faces at that point*
"I'm showing you this, Matt Hawk to enlighten you as to the nature of the Monster you are battling. Even though We have clashed before, this could be your final encounter in a wrestling ring! I am unlike any one you have seen before or might view again. I warn you that to find favor with the Immortal one is paramount to your survival, Matt. For, if you do not, the punishment shall be swift and unmerciful."
*The figure lowers the drawbridge and the light from outside is so bright, it obscures the man's features again. The drawbridge slams down with a sudden and resounding "BOOM" that echoes through the house. As the dust settles, the figure has vanished but the voice rings out once again*
"No one escapes the Punishment of Andrew Savage. Hear the Thunder, Hear the drum, FEAR the Battle..For Mayhem comes!"
*the camera then cuts out*
"This was the home to a once mighty and powerful ruler. His Subjects adored him. He allies respected him. His army was at his beck and call, willing to do whatever the majesty required of them, and he was surrounded by a myriad of loved ones and allies. As was fated, it did not last!"
*The camera shifts to what might have been a guardhouse. The few weapons that are standing up are rusted solid, and look as thought they might crumble beneath the slightest touch. the floors is littered with the hafts of weapons and other assorted rusting parts. What can be seen of the stone has been worn away by time and weather. The voice intones again*
"The first to go was the men of the army. All brave and loyal troops. Some were killed in battle, others died in nameless fields and forest, due to the ever skilled arrows of the local underworld. Some died in nameless swamps, desperately clinging to the rotted vines and logs in a faint hope of pulling themselves free of the miasma they were trapped in, but it was not to be. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, the remaining soldiers were merged with the palace guard, only to be cut down as a virus swept through the ranks. The body count was high those days and the burn fires could be seen for miles. I know this for I was there!"
*The scene shifts to what might have been a Girl's room. The once vibrant pink curtains have faded to a dull white, with tinges of pink left in the one tattered curtain that moves in the non existent breeze. The desk, which might have served as her vanity table was covered with broken bottles and cosmetics, years since they were used, now it served as a carpet of cobwebs for a couple spiders to make their home. The bed where she might have slept is a pile of debris in the corner with a rotted mattress and the only decoration in the room is a single painting of some long forgotten Knight. The voice speaks again*
"The next to be embraced by the hand of fate was the princess. Fair of form and possessed of an unending grace, she was the envy of many a young noble. Tragically for her, she fell for the charms of an amorous peasant boy who sent many an afternoon wiling away in her arms and wooing her, in an attempt to better his position by marrying into the family. When he discovered he cold not influence the family, he took his frustrations out on her, leaving her scarred forever. She took her own life soon after by ingesting a poisoned brew, which I found to be quite useful form time to time. The peasant did not escape his fate. While he did manage to escape pursuit of the castle, sadly, the bear who's cave he hid in, was not in the mood to be rational and provided just the thing for a hungry bear after a long winter's nap. I believe his bones still rest in a cave in the hills. His screams were most musical"*
The scene shifts to what might have been a boy's room. The curtains are much like the previous rooms...tattered and faded. The trophies that once showed athletic achievement are ragged, rusted or simply gone. The sword and shield that might have been wielded in the name of the needed noble cause are rusted and corroded. Like the cosmetics, only spiders pay them heed now as they crawl across the surface. The voice again begins speaking*
"The prince was the next to go. His valor in combat and pure and noble heart was all removed when a maid he lured to his bed, turned out to be a hired killer form a rival kingdom, looking to weaken the morale of an already shattered kingdom. He entered the realm of twilight very quick. As for the assassin, well, in her haste to leave the castle before she was discovered, she left at night. Pity she never saw the path leading over the gorge, until she was airborne. One of the very few people I escorted has ever dove in head first, but she was quite insistent by the decibels of her screams."
*The camera switched to what might have been the master bedroom. The double bed is a rotted mess in the center of the room. A broken closet door hangs from one hinge, showing an empty closet. The voice speaks again*
"The Queen was devastated by the loss of her children 'A mother should not outlive her children' was her belief and that belief sickened, disabled and emotionally crippled her, until she was too sick to move from their bed. The reaper took her on a cold winter's night, and led her broken spirit to the Realm of Twilight. The King, having nothing left of his family, grieved as was his need, then he too joined his wife and children in the great beyond. the castle was abandoned and I moved in."
*The scene shifts again to the front hall, where a large figure is standing. His features are obscured by the poor light. The figure begins speaking as he faces at that point*
"I'm showing you this, Matt Hawk to enlighten you as to the nature of the Monster you are battling. Even though We have clashed before, this could be your final encounter in a wrestling ring! I am unlike any one you have seen before or might view again. I warn you that to find favor with the Immortal one is paramount to your survival, Matt. For, if you do not, the punishment shall be swift and unmerciful."
*The figure lowers the drawbridge and the light from outside is so bright, it obscures the man's features again. The drawbridge slams down with a sudden and resounding "BOOM" that echoes through the house. As the dust settles, the figure has vanished but the voice rings out once again*
"No one escapes the Punishment of Andrew Savage. Hear the Thunder, Hear the drum, FEAR the Battle..For Mayhem comes!"
*the camera then cuts out*
