Post by Kruzer & Jezzabel on Oct 11, 2014 22:21:08 GMT
A bell tolls as the scene fades into a dark but candlelit ambiance and you hear the creepy little girls rhyme faintly in the darkness pans across the darkness towards the light.
1...2... Jezzy's coming for you...
3...4... Better lock your door...
5...6... Grab your crucifix...
Camera pans to reveal the back of a cowled figure kneeling in front of a pentacle altar. {Note: A pentacle is not a pentagram; a pentacle is a right-side up star.}
7...8... You can't fight fate...
9...10...
The figure does not turn but a deep but female voice begins to speak cutting off the little girls almost singing along.
Jezzabel: ...I am back again. Welcome back little ones... Welcome back to my darkness. It is true that I have been away for quite some time now... Why you ask? Well... the simple answer is that I have been waiting... biding my time until the opportune moment. And that moment, little ones... has come; here, with the Revolution. No longer am I the Rising Phoenix of old... for I have now risen to heights beyond the ashes and have taken MY Rightful place among my brothers, having accepted my legacy as the youngest of the Bearer children, now embracing the powers of fire and darkness that flow through my veins. I have made my sacrifice... I have walked through the valley with the shadow of death, fearing no good or evil, and I have re-emerged as the Living Dead Girl.
Jezzabel reaches for a wick, lights it by pointing at it and begins lighting more candles at the based of the atlar.
Jezzabel: I am generally a woman of few words and allow my actions to speak for themselves, but this week, in my debut with the Revolution at Sunday Night Combat, my reputation HAS preceded me... For I am not being given a free ride or a warm up match in my return... No. I am being given one of the best women in our industry as my first with the Revolution... and I would have it no other way. Lucy Wylde was impressive in the women's fatal four-way last week... But that was last week... This week, she steps into the abyss known as the Bearer's Yard... My Yard! My Graveyard... where many Angels, Demons, Men, Women, and even Children have FEARED to tread... and have lost their souls in the process... And as good as little Lucy Wylde is, I fear she will just not be good enough... I STILL Remain The Most DOMINANT Female in Sports Entertainment and I will be DAMNED if little Lucy Wylde impedes my path of destruction through the Revolution! She will only be the beginning... Artemis Kaiser best be paying attention to this match... For I am also putting HER on notice... You're days are numbered little one... You Can't Fight Fate... It's In-Evitable.
Jezzabel reaches up and lifts back the cowl, turning her head looking back at the camera in profile, smiling.
Jezzabel: I WILL lay waste to Laura Wylde at Combat this week, then we'll just see what happens... But I AM coming for you Kaiser... Rest assured of THAT! You'd both better be ready for HELL! ...Ashes to Ashes... Dust to Dust...
Jezzabel grins slyly looking back at the camera in profile with the candlelight flickering off her face. Her eyes suddenly roll back in her head, still grinning, as she raises her arms. The candlelight ignites the pentacle and engulfs it in flames. Jezzabel then seems to grabs the flames and turns shrieking like a banshee, throwing it at the camera lens. The 'film' appears to melt to white screen then to black.
1...2... Jezzy's coming for you...
3...4... Better lock your door...
5...6... Grab your crucifix...
Camera pans to reveal the back of a cowled figure kneeling in front of a pentacle altar. {Note: A pentacle is not a pentagram; a pentacle is a right-side up star.}
7...8... You can't fight fate...
9...10...
The figure does not turn but a deep but female voice begins to speak cutting off the little girls almost singing along.
Jezzabel: ...I am back again. Welcome back little ones... Welcome back to my darkness. It is true that I have been away for quite some time now... Why you ask? Well... the simple answer is that I have been waiting... biding my time until the opportune moment. And that moment, little ones... has come; here, with the Revolution. No longer am I the Rising Phoenix of old... for I have now risen to heights beyond the ashes and have taken MY Rightful place among my brothers, having accepted my legacy as the youngest of the Bearer children, now embracing the powers of fire and darkness that flow through my veins. I have made my sacrifice... I have walked through the valley with the shadow of death, fearing no good or evil, and I have re-emerged as the Living Dead Girl.
Jezzabel reaches for a wick, lights it by pointing at it and begins lighting more candles at the based of the atlar.
Jezzabel: I am generally a woman of few words and allow my actions to speak for themselves, but this week, in my debut with the Revolution at Sunday Night Combat, my reputation HAS preceded me... For I am not being given a free ride or a warm up match in my return... No. I am being given one of the best women in our industry as my first with the Revolution... and I would have it no other way. Lucy Wylde was impressive in the women's fatal four-way last week... But that was last week... This week, she steps into the abyss known as the Bearer's Yard... My Yard! My Graveyard... where many Angels, Demons, Men, Women, and even Children have FEARED to tread... and have lost their souls in the process... And as good as little Lucy Wylde is, I fear she will just not be good enough... I STILL Remain The Most DOMINANT Female in Sports Entertainment and I will be DAMNED if little Lucy Wylde impedes my path of destruction through the Revolution! She will only be the beginning... Artemis Kaiser best be paying attention to this match... For I am also putting HER on notice... You're days are numbered little one... You Can't Fight Fate... It's In-Evitable.
Jezzabel reaches up and lifts back the cowl, turning her head looking back at the camera in profile, smiling.
Jezzabel: I WILL lay waste to Laura Wylde at Combat this week, then we'll just see what happens... But I AM coming for you Kaiser... Rest assured of THAT! You'd both better be ready for HELL! ...Ashes to Ashes... Dust to Dust...
Jezzabel grins slyly looking back at the camera in profile with the candlelight flickering off her face. Her eyes suddenly roll back in her head, still grinning, as she raises her arms. The candlelight ignites the pentacle and engulfs it in flames. Jezzabel then seems to grabs the flames and turns shrieking like a banshee, throwing it at the camera lens. The 'film' appears to melt to white screen then to black.
so quickly so sad!
