Post by thecarny on Dec 17, 2005 15:44:10 GMT -5
{The scene opens up to a vivid red curtain, hanging from a ceiling over an old, wooden stage. Beyond the stage is a small room, darkened with shadows of uncertainty. In the space before the stage there are a few seats situated, facing the stage, but each remain vacant. A soft, drum beat is heard from behind the curtain. Gradually, the beat grows faster and louder until it begins to sound like a stampede of huge, wild beasts. The beat continues for a few moments, until it abruptly stops, leaving the room completely silent.
Suddenly, the curtain begins to slowly move; half of it departing to the left, the other half departing to the right. Once the curtain is completely gone, pure blackness is left on the stage. The drum beat continues, yet nothing is seen. As the beat grows louder again, fire begins to blaze out from unknown sources, in rhythm with the beat.
Unexpectedly, a vibrant red spot light shines down upon the midst of the stage, showing a female dressed in a latex suit, half of it white and half black. Her face is painted the same, except reversed colors on each side. She wears a ridiculous-shaped black hat with small white spheres, decorated with spikes on the ends. The two different painted sides of her face contradict eachother. The White side has a huge black smile and raised eyebrows. The Black side has a depressing frown and white tear painted below her eye. She dramatically dances, her movements are elegant and somber. She dances off to the side as two male clowns with the same kind of attire and face paint approach, holding large wooden staffs. Large flames dance on the tips. As these clowns blow at the dancing conflagration, the flames rise and hiss. These two clowns dance around, each blowing at the flames on their staffs, causing them to grow larger and larger as an eerie mist rises from the ground. The quick rhythm of the drums increases the speed at which the clowns dance and create larger flames. The mist has quickly taken over the stage and the clowns have vanished into its haze. The drum beat once again fades out, leaving the room in silence.
The mist slowly vanishes and mysteriously, “The Carny” Ethan Toxic is standing in the center of the stage with the red spot light beaming down on him. His bleach blonde hair is perfectly spiked and twirled at the tips, he wears black-rimmed glasses over his dark, haunting eyes, his attire consists of a black button up long sleeved shirt and black baggy pants. Spiked bracelets adorn his wrists that have blue and red flames etched into his skin.
Around him, the three clowns appear. The female clown solemnly moving about the stage. The two males blowing fire from their staffs. The flames dance dangerously close to Ethan Toxic‘s head, but he doesn‘t even flinch. He speaks, his voice holds a inexplicably serious tone.}
“So, the time has come for me to grace a certain man with my built up rage and agony. It‘s time for me to reveal my true, inner Demons. It‘s time for ‘The Carny‘ Ethan Toxic to destroy the man known as Eric Hardcastle.”
{Ethan removes his glasses and tosses them, carelessly out of the way.}
”Eric Hardcastle, you can tell me to prepare for a war, you can tell me to prepare for a massacre, but I know what you‘re really doing is preparing yourself. You see, I‘ve been through horrible, disgusting, morbid things in my short years of being on this pathetic world. I‘ve been through much worse things than a war or a massacre. I‘ve been straight to taken straight to hell and tortured for longer than eternity. You could never survive through all I‘ve suffered in the dark, malevolence Crisis Carnival.”
{The three clowns vanish from the stage as Ethan continues.}
”Indeed, Hardcastle, I am Toxic. You are exactly right. I‘m a toxic that you will inhale, melting your lungs and ceasing your existence. I‘m a venom and a poison shooting straight through your veins. And tell me, Hardcastle, can you hear your own blood in your veins calling out your precious demise?
Your time has come, Hardcastle. I will not only take your dear Championship, but I will take you out completely. Fare well, Hardcastle. The era of the Carny begins with your termination!”
{Suddenly, the mist rises once more and nothing can be seen. The Drum beat returns, louder and quicker than ever. As it stops, the mist fades out and Ethan Toxic has vanished.}
OOC: Once more, I'd like to apologize that this isn't too great. I really wish I would've gave Hardcastle more competition for this title match at Slam.
Suddenly, the curtain begins to slowly move; half of it departing to the left, the other half departing to the right. Once the curtain is completely gone, pure blackness is left on the stage. The drum beat continues, yet nothing is seen. As the beat grows louder again, fire begins to blaze out from unknown sources, in rhythm with the beat.
Unexpectedly, a vibrant red spot light shines down upon the midst of the stage, showing a female dressed in a latex suit, half of it white and half black. Her face is painted the same, except reversed colors on each side. She wears a ridiculous-shaped black hat with small white spheres, decorated with spikes on the ends. The two different painted sides of her face contradict eachother. The White side has a huge black smile and raised eyebrows. The Black side has a depressing frown and white tear painted below her eye. She dramatically dances, her movements are elegant and somber. She dances off to the side as two male clowns with the same kind of attire and face paint approach, holding large wooden staffs. Large flames dance on the tips. As these clowns blow at the dancing conflagration, the flames rise and hiss. These two clowns dance around, each blowing at the flames on their staffs, causing them to grow larger and larger as an eerie mist rises from the ground. The quick rhythm of the drums increases the speed at which the clowns dance and create larger flames. The mist has quickly taken over the stage and the clowns have vanished into its haze. The drum beat once again fades out, leaving the room in silence.
The mist slowly vanishes and mysteriously, “The Carny” Ethan Toxic is standing in the center of the stage with the red spot light beaming down on him. His bleach blonde hair is perfectly spiked and twirled at the tips, he wears black-rimmed glasses over his dark, haunting eyes, his attire consists of a black button up long sleeved shirt and black baggy pants. Spiked bracelets adorn his wrists that have blue and red flames etched into his skin.
Around him, the three clowns appear. The female clown solemnly moving about the stage. The two males blowing fire from their staffs. The flames dance dangerously close to Ethan Toxic‘s head, but he doesn‘t even flinch. He speaks, his voice holds a inexplicably serious tone.}
“So, the time has come for me to grace a certain man with my built up rage and agony. It‘s time for me to reveal my true, inner Demons. It‘s time for ‘The Carny‘ Ethan Toxic to destroy the man known as Eric Hardcastle.”
{Ethan removes his glasses and tosses them, carelessly out of the way.}
”Eric Hardcastle, you can tell me to prepare for a war, you can tell me to prepare for a massacre, but I know what you‘re really doing is preparing yourself. You see, I‘ve been through horrible, disgusting, morbid things in my short years of being on this pathetic world. I‘ve been through much worse things than a war or a massacre. I‘ve been straight to taken straight to hell and tortured for longer than eternity. You could never survive through all I‘ve suffered in the dark, malevolence Crisis Carnival.”
{The three clowns vanish from the stage as Ethan continues.}
”Indeed, Hardcastle, I am Toxic. You are exactly right. I‘m a toxic that you will inhale, melting your lungs and ceasing your existence. I‘m a venom and a poison shooting straight through your veins. And tell me, Hardcastle, can you hear your own blood in your veins calling out your precious demise?
Your time has come, Hardcastle. I will not only take your dear Championship, but I will take you out completely. Fare well, Hardcastle. The era of the Carny begins with your termination!”
{Suddenly, the mist rises once more and nothing can be seen. The Drum beat returns, louder and quicker than ever. As it stops, the mist fades out and Ethan Toxic has vanished.}
OOC: Once more, I'd like to apologize that this isn't too great. I really wish I would've gave Hardcastle more competition for this title match at Slam.
