Post by res1 on Jan 11, 2021 15:42:18 GMT -5
Wind blows through a red curtain. Lightning strikes twice outside a mansion. It was a dark, stormy night. Carnivore’s quiet, methodical voice is heard as a voice over of the scene.
"It's my alter ego's fault these morbid dreams can be so dark but would you say that I am mad?"
"I can answer that. Yes. Yes I am."
"I am! I am excited about the show, are you?"
"Really excited to get this whole thing started because this match has important implications."
"Such an acute way of thinking."
The charcoal sky is mostly clear with the moon visible but some clouds hang about behind the tall, looming mansion.
"I don't want to hassle you Amelia, you never wronged me, you had never given me an insult, I don’t just fight to collect gold, I fight to provide an example of what happens when people have heart."
"Yes."
"Yes."
"I decided to take the heart of Amelia and that's that."
I live in a constant state of wide-eyed panic from the beating of that heart. It was about midnight, I turned the latch of the mansion door and opened it--oh so gently! I thrust my head in.
"If you’ve ever wondered what the voices in my head sounds like...."
"I see the wrestling ring and attack the wrestlers, turn it into a graveyard, Amelia's repercussions enlighten the path in which fourteen competitors will be buried."
"I'll physically rip off our opponents limbs, then take up three planks from the floor of the ring, I'll then replace the boards so cleverly, so cunningly, then Miles and Morbid Dream will rip your heart out."
"Those who tasted victory in their most crucial moments may look back upon it all with a smile, while others feel the crushing weight of what could have been."
"You think about how far you’ve come to survive up to now. All the wars you’ve gone through and come out the other end, be it as the victor or the defeated. The battle scars, both physical and psychological, that give you vivid memories of the pain you endured. Was it for gold? Was it for glory? Sometimes that’s the only part you can’t remember."
"Remember."
"Of course, you’ll also think about those who fought alongside you. You’ll think about those who fought against you. Some that may still be here, and others that have faded away. They live on through you, whether you wish for it or not. The battles they shared with you cannot be forgotten, no matter how much you wish they were."
"They're not ready, Madmen an' maniacs in The MadClan knew nothing while I've been trying to take over the world like a lab rat which is why I consider myself the brain of this tag team, Miles and Morbid Dream will rip your heart out!"
"Madman and I had Match of The Year, we were always together from that match. I just didn't realize it because he would lurk in the shadows."
"But, I still had time to sit down and watch your match...and everyone else's."
"I let you beat Miles A Way, you're welcome. Just keep that confidence and you'll be just fine, you had a bloody battle with Pasha, you've beaten Anya Coyle."
"You go into every match supremely confident you will win so why not this time?"
"There's a difference in being sure of yourself and being pompous."
"Looks like you and I will be crossing paths again after all. Neat."
"Guess we'll be seeing one another a lot now."
"It's not the fact that I watch your matches that makes me so dangerous although, sure I do. You're a FANTASTIC wrestler."
"It’s the fact that I can adapt to any style I need to. Someone wants to wrestle a fast pace, high flying affair. Fine, I can do that. You want to go hardcore? Sure, let’s shed some blood. Want a technical masterpiece? I have submission holds for days."
"I’m preparing for you as if you’re still at the top of your game, even if you’re not. I’m still going to go into this match as if you are the favorite to win this whole tournament. I am leaving nothing to chance. But I want you, and I want the rest of this tournament field to know, that the path to becoming the tag team champion goes through one man."
"And that man...is me."
"I like you kid, but this is a selfish endeavor. Clean win over someone this mouth, but undeniably an impact player, does nothing but good for my stock."
"I do plan on taking that strap next, and never the two of us shall part."
"I'm very proud of what Miles A Way and myself can do as a team. Our day will come. Alliance Forged is a good chance to set the tone for the year."
"When I'm climbing my way back to the top...you'll reply."
"Me and Miles have already proven why we run the Revolution tag team division. And, we only just began, all hail M&M. The BEST is only yet to come...based off watching your matches, I know you are scheming to hit your Heartburn Big Boot, the best laid schemes of mice and men often go awry."
"Miles beat me in the casket match and the first shovel of dirt was thrown on me."
"But the wars…The wars don’t end. This is not a funeral. There is nothing to mourn."
"What I am beyond anything else is a Warrior!"
"Portia Alexander, this really isn’t worth my time nor my words. Your inclusion within this match is nothing but happenstance."
"I'll foam, I'll rave, I'll swear, I'll swing a chair upon you to get myself disqualified and you call me insane, you are privy of a great becoming, but you recognize nothing. To me you are a slug in the sun, you are an ant in the afterbirth, it is your nature to do one thing correctly. Before me you rightly tremble but fear is NOT WHAT YOU OWE ME-"
"Har Har....there’s that comedic side again."
"Is this it, then? Seems like this is it."
"Well everyone, it’s time to call it a night."
"For we are not guaranteed tomorrow in this world."
"Maybe you shouldn't ask questions you already know the answer to...
the same thing we do every night, Miles....
TRY TO TAKE OVER THE WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS!"
"It's my alter ego's fault these morbid dreams can be so dark but would you say that I am mad?"
"I can answer that. Yes. Yes I am."
"I am! I am excited about the show, are you?"
"Really excited to get this whole thing started because this match has important implications."
"Such an acute way of thinking."
The charcoal sky is mostly clear with the moon visible but some clouds hang about behind the tall, looming mansion.
"I don't want to hassle you Amelia, you never wronged me, you had never given me an insult, I don’t just fight to collect gold, I fight to provide an example of what happens when people have heart."
"Yes."
"Yes."
"I decided to take the heart of Amelia and that's that."
I live in a constant state of wide-eyed panic from the beating of that heart. It was about midnight, I turned the latch of the mansion door and opened it--oh so gently! I thrust my head in.
"If you’ve ever wondered what the voices in my head sounds like...."
"I'm the longest reigning."
"Who cares?!"
"Stop yelling!"
"I'm not yelling, you're yelling!"
"Smart aleck, goddamn it."
"I see the wrestling ring and attack the wrestlers, turn it into a graveyard, Amelia's repercussions enlighten the path in which fourteen competitors will be buried."
"I'll physically rip off our opponents limbs, then take up three planks from the floor of the ring, I'll then replace the boards so cleverly, so cunningly, then Miles and Morbid Dream will rip your heart out."
"Those who tasted victory in their most crucial moments may look back upon it all with a smile, while others feel the crushing weight of what could have been."
"You think about how far you’ve come to survive up to now. All the wars you’ve gone through and come out the other end, be it as the victor or the defeated. The battle scars, both physical and psychological, that give you vivid memories of the pain you endured. Was it for gold? Was it for glory? Sometimes that’s the only part you can’t remember."
"Remember."
"Of course, you’ll also think about those who fought alongside you. You’ll think about those who fought against you. Some that may still be here, and others that have faded away. They live on through you, whether you wish for it or not. The battles they shared with you cannot be forgotten, no matter how much you wish they were."
"They're not ready, Madmen an' maniacs in The MadClan knew nothing while I've been trying to take over the world like a lab rat which is why I consider myself the brain of this tag team, Miles and Morbid Dream will rip your heart out!"
"Madman and I had Match of The Year, we were always together from that match. I just didn't realize it because he would lurk in the shadows."
"But, I still had time to sit down and watch your match...and everyone else's."
"I let you beat Miles A Way, you're welcome. Just keep that confidence and you'll be just fine, you had a bloody battle with Pasha, you've beaten Anya Coyle."
"You go into every match supremely confident you will win so why not this time?"
"There's a difference in being sure of yourself and being pompous."
"Looks like you and I will be crossing paths again after all. Neat."
"Guess we'll be seeing one another a lot now."
"It's not the fact that I watch your matches that makes me so dangerous although, sure I do. You're a FANTASTIC wrestler."
"It’s the fact that I can adapt to any style I need to. Someone wants to wrestle a fast pace, high flying affair. Fine, I can do that. You want to go hardcore? Sure, let’s shed some blood. Want a technical masterpiece? I have submission holds for days."
"I’m preparing for you as if you’re still at the top of your game, even if you’re not. I’m still going to go into this match as if you are the favorite to win this whole tournament. I am leaving nothing to chance. But I want you, and I want the rest of this tournament field to know, that the path to becoming the tag team champion goes through one man."
"And that man...is me."
"I like you kid, but this is a selfish endeavor. Clean win over someone this mouth, but undeniably an impact player, does nothing but good for my stock."
"I do plan on taking that strap next, and never the two of us shall part."
"I'm very proud of what Miles A Way and myself can do as a team. Our day will come. Alliance Forged is a good chance to set the tone for the year."
"When I'm climbing my way back to the top...you'll reply."
"Me and Miles have already proven why we run the Revolution tag team division. And, we only just began, all hail M&M. The BEST is only yet to come...based off watching your matches, I know you are scheming to hit your Heartburn Big Boot, the best laid schemes of mice and men often go awry."
"Miles beat me in the casket match and the first shovel of dirt was thrown on me."
"But the wars…The wars don’t end. This is not a funeral. There is nothing to mourn."
"What I am beyond anything else is a Warrior!"
AND
THIS
IS
WAR!
THIS
IS
WAR!
"Portia Alexander, this really isn’t worth my time nor my words. Your inclusion within this match is nothing but happenstance."
"I'll foam, I'll rave, I'll swear, I'll swing a chair upon you to get myself disqualified and you call me insane, you are privy of a great becoming, but you recognize nothing. To me you are a slug in the sun, you are an ant in the afterbirth, it is your nature to do one thing correctly. Before me you rightly tremble but fear is NOT WHAT YOU OWE ME-"
"Har Har....there’s that comedic side again."
"Is this it, then? Seems like this is it."
"Well everyone, it’s time to call it a night."
"For we are not guaranteed tomorrow in this world."
"Maybe you shouldn't ask questions you already know the answer to...
the same thing we do every night, Miles....
TRY TO TAKE OVER THE WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS!"
"They're Miles and Morbid Dream."
"Yes, Miles and Morbid Dream."
"One is a world championship caliber wrestler and the other's insane."
"They're Miles and Morbid Dream, Dream, Dream, Dream, Dream."
"They're Miles and Morbid Dream, Dream, Dream, Dream, Dream, Dream, Dream, Dream."