Post by stormangel on Apr 20, 2006 17:34:20 GMT -5
The scene opens up in a dark room. The only light is a dimly lit light bulb from the ceiling. The American Nightmare stands in the midst of it, the pale light casting shadowplay upon his entire body. His face is a mask of grimness, his cold eyes highlighted by the light shining from his stark white hair. He lights a cigar with a match, then drops the still lit match onto the ground as the camera comes in closer until it’s a face shot only.
“At Hostile Takeover, Nightmare 2 Society saw defeat,” he says calmly as he eyes the camera. “I don’t like defeat. It doesn’t set well with me. I’d be a fool to be fine with it. But even more so, I’d be a fool to allow some ingrate like Anthony Douglas to shoot his mouth off about Jason Willard and myself. Douglas, you best listen, and listen REAL good.”
Nightmare pauses for a moment, taking a deep drag off of his cigar. Light has begun to creep up from below as well, flickering in the darkness.
“You claim you held up to your part? Was Blade Lionheart your only opponent? You certainly acted like that imbecile was, and that makes you just as much of one. While Jase and I were systematically working to destroy all three of our opponents, you were getting your ass handed to you. Were you even paying attention? Maybe I can send you a copy of the tape so you can view how YOU dropped the ball, punk.”
The light below him has begun to intensify as Nightmare takes another drag from his cigar. His eyes have narrowed as you can see the anger building. His lips twitch as he exhales the smoke.
“You were nothing more than a punching bag for the Prophet, and because of you we lost. Jason had Blade occupied, but you laid on your worthless back while I fought both Prophet and Lantlas. And yet you claim to have destroyed Seth Sinn when it was I who crippled him? Your lies will not mask your incompetence. You failed us, Douglas.”
The camera pans back to reveal more of Nightmare again. The light below is revealed to be fire that is flaming behind him, licking upwards. Nightmare draws one last drag from his cigar, and then tosses down into the flames.
“You failed us Douglas. You failed Nightmare 2 Society. And I am your Judge… your jury… and because I find you guilty soon enough I shall be your…”
Nightmare slams his fist upward, shattering the light bulb above him.
“EXECUTIONER!!!” he bellows loudly.
Nightmare advances closely and lifts his bloodied hand betwixt his face and the camera. Meanwhile the flames continue to burn behind him, threatening to consume him. His face is rage personified.
“Fight the whore at Trauma and pray she doesn’t own your ass like Prophet did at Hostile Takeover. For once I deal with the idiots your ass belongs to me. You are a marked man for disrespecting the Willards and me. For disrespecting N2S, which has history you are incapable of comprehending. The only thing you shall comprehend shall be PAIN!”
Nightmare spits at the camera then light floods the room as the cameraman backs out. Nightmare continues to advance as the room continues to go aflame. Upon the ground is an American flag that is the object of the flaming consumption. Nightmare pulls out a promotional picture of Douglas and rips it into four pieces. He then tosses it back into the flame with a sadistic grin.
“First you can watch as I make a point with the Dullard Duo. Then you can run as I harry you into exhaustion until you plead for death. You shouldn’t have crossed N2S Douglas. You shouldn’t have crossed ME!”
With that it fades to black as our poor underpaid cameraman flees the enraged giant.
“At Hostile Takeover, Nightmare 2 Society saw defeat,” he says calmly as he eyes the camera. “I don’t like defeat. It doesn’t set well with me. I’d be a fool to be fine with it. But even more so, I’d be a fool to allow some ingrate like Anthony Douglas to shoot his mouth off about Jason Willard and myself. Douglas, you best listen, and listen REAL good.”
Nightmare pauses for a moment, taking a deep drag off of his cigar. Light has begun to creep up from below as well, flickering in the darkness.
“You claim you held up to your part? Was Blade Lionheart your only opponent? You certainly acted like that imbecile was, and that makes you just as much of one. While Jase and I were systematically working to destroy all three of our opponents, you were getting your ass handed to you. Were you even paying attention? Maybe I can send you a copy of the tape so you can view how YOU dropped the ball, punk.”
The light below him has begun to intensify as Nightmare takes another drag from his cigar. His eyes have narrowed as you can see the anger building. His lips twitch as he exhales the smoke.
“You were nothing more than a punching bag for the Prophet, and because of you we lost. Jason had Blade occupied, but you laid on your worthless back while I fought both Prophet and Lantlas. And yet you claim to have destroyed Seth Sinn when it was I who crippled him? Your lies will not mask your incompetence. You failed us, Douglas.”
The camera pans back to reveal more of Nightmare again. The light below is revealed to be fire that is flaming behind him, licking upwards. Nightmare draws one last drag from his cigar, and then tosses down into the flames.
“You failed us Douglas. You failed Nightmare 2 Society. And I am your Judge… your jury… and because I find you guilty soon enough I shall be your…”
Nightmare slams his fist upward, shattering the light bulb above him.
“EXECUTIONER!!!” he bellows loudly.
Nightmare advances closely and lifts his bloodied hand betwixt his face and the camera. Meanwhile the flames continue to burn behind him, threatening to consume him. His face is rage personified.
“Fight the whore at Trauma and pray she doesn’t own your ass like Prophet did at Hostile Takeover. For once I deal with the idiots your ass belongs to me. You are a marked man for disrespecting the Willards and me. For disrespecting N2S, which has history you are incapable of comprehending. The only thing you shall comprehend shall be PAIN!”
Nightmare spits at the camera then light floods the room as the cameraman backs out. Nightmare continues to advance as the room continues to go aflame. Upon the ground is an American flag that is the object of the flaming consumption. Nightmare pulls out a promotional picture of Douglas and rips it into four pieces. He then tosses it back into the flame with a sadistic grin.
“First you can watch as I make a point with the Dullard Duo. Then you can run as I harry you into exhaustion until you plead for death. You shouldn’t have crossed N2S Douglas. You shouldn’t have crossed ME!”
With that it fades to black as our poor underpaid cameraman flees the enraged giant.