Post by Alexa Black on Mar 6, 2016 14:54:27 GMT -5
The sun is high in the azure blue sky as we see a big boat roaring up the The Atchafalaya Swamp at the lower end of the Mississippi River in south central Louisiana.
The trees line the swamps and extend far beyond what the eye can see, a wall of never ending green towering above.
The boat cuts through the water like a knife skipping across like a stone. In the boat two large figures can be seen Both of them are of a solid build with craggy beards and very out of date clothes.
It is the Shaw Brothers who are occupying the boat. Alexander is at the helm and Frederick is sitting in a chair beside him, in his mouth a large Cuban is lit and puffing large clouds of smoke like a dragon wafting into the air onto the breeze and dissipating quickly before continuing the cycle once more.
He takes the cigar from his mouth and taps it against the side of the boat scattering hot ash into the murky water below. He does not however out the cigar back into his wide mouth but leaves it between his sausage size fingers . He looks at his brother and speaks in his deep grumble which can even be heard over the roar of the boat engine .
"Brother have you heard the news?
The company we work for has seen for to bestow upon us the gift of a chance of becoming tag team champions. At the next PPV you and I could hold championship gold once again.
Ah last time it was such fun we terrorised the entire company laying waste to everyone and everything in our path. It was a glorious bloodbath. So many bodies left broken and careers destroyed
As he says this his face becomes a wide sadistic smile from which his yellow tobacco stained teeth can be seen. His delight at the thought of maiming is not in any way hidden in fact he takes a psychopathic pride in the destruction misery and suffering of others.
Alexander nods in agreement with his brother and laughs evilly.
"Yes my Brother it is indeed a time of opportunity for us and one we will surely not waste for soon we can bring about the destruction of the light that plagues PCW. It is accursed and needs to be extinguished.
You see Light thinks it travels faster than anything but it is wrong. No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it.
He thrusts the power lever foward and the boat roars on like a lion stung by a bee. It lets out a bellow and charges forward even faster than before as the scenery whizzes by in an unrecognisable blur.
He continues on with his speech as Frederick listens intently to his big brother knowing his knowledge is something to be soaked up like a sponge.
People often believed they were safer in the light, thinking monsters only came out at night. But safety – like light – is a façade.
The monsters have always been here patiently biding their time waiting for the chance to strike. And when they see it it's too late. And the light is swallowed by darkness never to be seen again.
The night belongs to beasts of prey, and always has. It's easy to forget that when you're indoors, protected by light and solid walls.
This is where Psychadellica is right now. They've forgotten what lurks in the night and our dear sister Alexa had to remind both of them. They have grown arrogant and prideful, thinking they are untouchable and that nothing can stop them.
Darkness dwells within even the best of us. In the worst of us, darkness not only dwells but reins.
And soon it will riegn over the PCW tag team division when you and I swallow the light and enshroud it the evil purity of darkness.
The trees line the swamps and extend far beyond what the eye can see, a wall of never ending green towering above.
The boat cuts through the water like a knife skipping across like a stone. In the boat two large figures can be seen Both of them are of a solid build with craggy beards and very out of date clothes.
It is the Shaw Brothers who are occupying the boat. Alexander is at the helm and Frederick is sitting in a chair beside him, in his mouth a large Cuban is lit and puffing large clouds of smoke like a dragon wafting into the air onto the breeze and dissipating quickly before continuing the cycle once more.
He takes the cigar from his mouth and taps it against the side of the boat scattering hot ash into the murky water below. He does not however out the cigar back into his wide mouth but leaves it between his sausage size fingers . He looks at his brother and speaks in his deep grumble which can even be heard over the roar of the boat engine .
"Brother have you heard the news?
The company we work for has seen for to bestow upon us the gift of a chance of becoming tag team champions. At the next PPV you and I could hold championship gold once again.
Ah last time it was such fun we terrorised the entire company laying waste to everyone and everything in our path. It was a glorious bloodbath. So many bodies left broken and careers destroyed
As he says this his face becomes a wide sadistic smile from which his yellow tobacco stained teeth can be seen. His delight at the thought of maiming is not in any way hidden in fact he takes a psychopathic pride in the destruction misery and suffering of others.
Alexander nods in agreement with his brother and laughs evilly.
"Yes my Brother it is indeed a time of opportunity for us and one we will surely not waste for soon we can bring about the destruction of the light that plagues PCW. It is accursed and needs to be extinguished.
You see Light thinks it travels faster than anything but it is wrong. No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it.
He thrusts the power lever foward and the boat roars on like a lion stung by a bee. It lets out a bellow and charges forward even faster than before as the scenery whizzes by in an unrecognisable blur.
He continues on with his speech as Frederick listens intently to his big brother knowing his knowledge is something to be soaked up like a sponge.
People often believed they were safer in the light, thinking monsters only came out at night. But safety – like light – is a façade.
The monsters have always been here patiently biding their time waiting for the chance to strike. And when they see it it's too late. And the light is swallowed by darkness never to be seen again.
The night belongs to beasts of prey, and always has. It's easy to forget that when you're indoors, protected by light and solid walls.
This is where Psychadellica is right now. They've forgotten what lurks in the night and our dear sister Alexa had to remind both of them. They have grown arrogant and prideful, thinking they are untouchable and that nothing can stop them.
Darkness dwells within even the best of us. In the worst of us, darkness not only dwells but reins.
And soon it will riegn over the PCW tag team division when you and I swallow the light and enshroud it the evil purity of darkness.
