Post by Kruzer & Jezzabel on Nov 11, 2014 20:26:13 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 Jezzabel kneeling before her pentacle altar.
7...8... You can't fight fate...
9...10... She's back again...
Camera continues forward then panning around to Jezzabel's face; candlelight dancing and flickering off her skin. She slowly looks into the camera, smiles and begins to speak.
Jezzabel: Welcome back little ones... Two weeks ago the RWD and little Lucy Wylde were given their introduction to darkness... and as little Lucy found out, those that underestimate my power eventually succumb to their inevitable fate of being buried in the middle of the Bearer's yard. No different will it be this week for the one simply known as 'The Bubbly One'; a little one by the name of Marie Porter. A interesting specimen who did impress last week in her Main Event opportunity, but ultimately failed to knock the RWD's, alleged, little "Empress" off her throne. If one wishes to make claims to the championship, and get back in the race to be crowned queen, as it were, then one then must triumph over pestilence, sneer in the face of death and rise above all others, vanquishing those who would stand in your way. This is how it is done, little ones... Destroy those who would destroy you. This is what our poor little 'Wylde' friend Lucy found out two weeks ago when stepped where angels fear to tread; she succumbed to the darkness and so will little Marie Porter.
Jezzabel smiles looking away from the camera in profile with the candlelight flickering off the side of her face, gazing at her alter reaching for a wick, and again lights it by pointing at it then lights more candles at the base of the altar.
Jezzabel: As you can see little ones, I am not one for sunshine, lollipops and rainbows. So you'll forgive me if I burst little Marie's bubble this Sunday on Combat. As I have shown already, I am STILL The Most DOMINANT Female in Sports Entertainment... and my path of destruction will continue through the Revolution as I make sacrifice after sacrifice, reaping the poor unfortunate souls placed in front of me until I get my hands on Artemis Kaiser! I meant what I said that your days are numbered little Empress... and no little gift baskets or petty gestures will save you from your day of reckoning. You Can't Fight Fate... It's Inevitable. Behold your pale horse women of the RWD... Death has come for you all as I continue my path of destruction with little Marie this week on Combat. Ashes to Ashes... Dust to Dust... You will ALL Rest... In... Pieces!
Jezzabel looks back into the camera. Her eyes suddenly roll back in her head 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!
