Post by Deleted on Jan 5, 2019 3:16:45 GMT -8
CCTV footage of a long forgotten building can be seen, all looks normal, until suddenly a mass of shapes move into frame. It appears to be Dona Rotten, surrounded by a group of children in dark robes. They seem oblivious to their being filmed, until one child looks at the camera, suddenly all of their eyes turn toward it, the last thing seen before the feed just cuts off, is dozens of jet black eyes staring a hole through the screen.
“Nyctophobia - Fear of the Dark”
Open back on a snow covered field, the same children from before form a circle around Dona, who smiles, her eyes shifting to meet the camera.
Dona: Foreign Terrortory, Team Atari, allow me to educate you.
Dona nods, and the black eyed children begin singing ring around the rosy, in a slow and monotonous tone, making the song eerily dark sounding.
Dona: Neither of you will admit it, but you have a deep rooted fear of The Dark. That is natural, many fear The Dark. It's not the black void of nothingness you should fear, spoiler alert, that shit ain't scary. Much like many other things, it's what's on the inside that counts. Foreign Terrortory, I want you to do something, I want you to make the best of what time you have left with those belts. As for you, Team Atari, this isn't a Pong tournament, although after the match I'm totally down for that, hit me up. Shit, let me say that in a language you'll understand, dilly dilly.
The singing stops, and all eyes focus on Dona, who smirks, and raises an eyebrow. The Toxic Knockout holds her arms out to the side, and slowly lowers them, calming the children.
Dona: In due time, my Dark Choir. For now, focus on your song, I have a feeling California Wrestling will be hearing it a fair amount. After my Filthy Angel, and I, take what Foreign Terrortory hold dear, and break that A-List championship monopoly, it will be very in demand. I wonder if we'll get asked to do birthday parties, I bet that would be a fucking sweet gig. Do you guys like cake, and ice cream? Yes, no, maybe...nothing. I assume being kids and all, but the demonic look is something else, like is that a contact lense situation, or….shit, distraction. Anyway, back to the matter at hand.
Dona walks within her enclosed area, giving small words of encouragement to various members of her Dark Choir. Once sated, Rotten returns to her original position.
Dona: We are The Dark, and we are all around you. We hide in the shadows, watching, waiting, always ready to reach out and consume. Hide in the light all you want, but your body casts shadows, and those shadows will betray you. Gold has escaped my grasp for far too long, and with Eddy by my side, the long wait will come to an end. The Dark will give California Wrestling what it longs for, champions they can cheer for, champions they can take pride in. We don't care about contracts, we won't put the show in danger, just to stoke our own shattered egos. We want one, simple, thing. We want, to, fight. The fear we instill in you, that is a necessity, someone has to, no...has isn't strong enough. Someone NEEDS to, Foreign Terrortory. That is not to say, we are discounting Team Atari, that would be foolish. But, Team Atari, you just so happen to be caught, right in the middle of the perfect storm. You have Darkbess on one side, and on the other, elitist assholes, who want to bring this very company to it's knees. You have rough seas ahead, you can win, sure, but if I were you, I would try to focus on staying afloat. A-listis going to try to pull you under, and The Dark? We are no saviours, so while we may not try to put you under, we certainly won't be pulling you out.
The Dark Choir starts singing again, they harmonize well, which isn't difficult when you are almost speaking, rather than singing. Dona looks to the side, as one of the children approach her. A small hand reaches out, Dona takes her hand, and soon her eyes began to match that of her companions.
Dona: Ring around the rosy, a pocket full of posies, ashes, ashes….
The camera pulls in tight, until the only thing that can be seen is the jet black eyes of Dona. It was if her very soul had been sucked from her body, her cold dead unblinking eyes stare for a moment, before her final words spill forth from her lips.
Dona: you'll all...fall...down.
The camera pulls back out, and Dona, and The Dark Choir all stare blankly, the live feed begins to scramble, finally cutting to nothing but static bringing the scene to a screeching halt.
“Nyctophobia - Fear of the Dark”
Open back on a snow covered field, the same children from before form a circle around Dona, who smiles, her eyes shifting to meet the camera.
Dona: Foreign Terrortory, Team Atari, allow me to educate you.
Dona nods, and the black eyed children begin singing ring around the rosy, in a slow and monotonous tone, making the song eerily dark sounding.
Dona: Neither of you will admit it, but you have a deep rooted fear of The Dark. That is natural, many fear The Dark. It's not the black void of nothingness you should fear, spoiler alert, that shit ain't scary. Much like many other things, it's what's on the inside that counts. Foreign Terrortory, I want you to do something, I want you to make the best of what time you have left with those belts. As for you, Team Atari, this isn't a Pong tournament, although after the match I'm totally down for that, hit me up. Shit, let me say that in a language you'll understand, dilly dilly.
The singing stops, and all eyes focus on Dona, who smirks, and raises an eyebrow. The Toxic Knockout holds her arms out to the side, and slowly lowers them, calming the children.
Dona: In due time, my Dark Choir. For now, focus on your song, I have a feeling California Wrestling will be hearing it a fair amount. After my Filthy Angel, and I, take what Foreign Terrortory hold dear, and break that A-List championship monopoly, it will be very in demand. I wonder if we'll get asked to do birthday parties, I bet that would be a fucking sweet gig. Do you guys like cake, and ice cream? Yes, no, maybe...nothing. I assume being kids and all, but the demonic look is something else, like is that a contact lense situation, or….shit, distraction. Anyway, back to the matter at hand.
Dona walks within her enclosed area, giving small words of encouragement to various members of her Dark Choir. Once sated, Rotten returns to her original position.
Dona: We are The Dark, and we are all around you. We hide in the shadows, watching, waiting, always ready to reach out and consume. Hide in the light all you want, but your body casts shadows, and those shadows will betray you. Gold has escaped my grasp for far too long, and with Eddy by my side, the long wait will come to an end. The Dark will give California Wrestling what it longs for, champions they can cheer for, champions they can take pride in. We don't care about contracts, we won't put the show in danger, just to stoke our own shattered egos. We want one, simple, thing. We want, to, fight. The fear we instill in you, that is a necessity, someone has to, no...has isn't strong enough. Someone NEEDS to, Foreign Terrortory. That is not to say, we are discounting Team Atari, that would be foolish. But, Team Atari, you just so happen to be caught, right in the middle of the perfect storm. You have Darkbess on one side, and on the other, elitist assholes, who want to bring this very company to it's knees. You have rough seas ahead, you can win, sure, but if I were you, I would try to focus on staying afloat. A-listis going to try to pull you under, and The Dark? We are no saviours, so while we may not try to put you under, we certainly won't be pulling you out.
The Dark Choir starts singing again, they harmonize well, which isn't difficult when you are almost speaking, rather than singing. Dona looks to the side, as one of the children approach her. A small hand reaches out, Dona takes her hand, and soon her eyes began to match that of her companions.
Dona: Ring around the rosy, a pocket full of posies, ashes, ashes….
The camera pulls in tight, until the only thing that can be seen is the jet black eyes of Dona. It was if her very soul had been sucked from her body, her cold dead unblinking eyes stare for a moment, before her final words spill forth from her lips.
Dona: you'll all...fall...down.
The camera pulls back out, and Dona, and The Dark Choir all stare blankly, the live feed begins to scramble, finally cutting to nothing but static bringing the scene to a screeching halt.
