Post by Zero on Sept 11, 2013 11:34:47 GMT -5
*Just a short rp to introduce my new character, still working out some persona kinks*
[The scene opens up slowly in the middle of the swampy woods of Crowley, Louisiana. We see the man known only as Zero in a pair of ratty jeans, a black heavy metal t-shirt and an open flannel shirt looking down toward the ground. He slowly lifts his head with a gravelly, sinister chuckle. He stares intensely into the camera and takes a breath before speaking in a angry, cigarette ridden voice.]
Zero: Years...For years, the fear of an angry God was drilled into my head. For years I sat back and took it...I'd sing their songs and say their verses...Almost in spite of myself. You see...A small town like Crowley is very sheltered...
[Zero looks around for a moment].
In these parts, people never question a man behind a podium...Preachers, politicians, it's all all the same. It's all a money grab...As the son of the pastor of our local church, I should know for goddamn sure that it's all a moneygrab. For the first seventeen years of my life I saw it week in and week out. It never failed. My father shouting his psuedo-sympathy for elderly in the back of the pews. Week in and week out, the collection plate overflowing into the mans pocket. Sickening, really...So I decided I needed a departure from THAT. I eventually left Crowley. I had no car, I had no money...Nothing material besides the simple clothes on my back. I just began to walk...
[Zero begins to walk, the camera follows in a very "Blair Witch" documentary style as the first short scene slowly fades out. The second scene starts up, showing a dark, empty arena. A single blood-red light shines down onto the center of the stage. An eerie, distorted church choir is heard singing an unrecognizable hymn. A blanket of smoke carpets the stage as a shadowy figure raises up from underneath. With an explosion of pyro, the lights snap back on, "Sinner" by Drowning Pool echoes through the building. Zero walks down the ramp with a microphone in his hand. Still in his casual attire, he climbs into the ring as the music fades out. He lifts the mic to his mouth and begins to holler to a nonexistent crowd with an undeniable intensity.]
Fast forward all these years! All I hear about is the world famous M! P! W! All I've seen is an absolute cancer upon the throat of this business!
[He looks out into the sea of empty seats and nods, hearing monstrous cheers from his "followers".]
Ignorance around every corner! Arrogance spewing from every mouth...Absolute trash!
[He turns around, facing another section of the seats and grins wickedly.]
Brothers and sisters I have been sent here to exorcise the demons from the hearts of the MPW Nation! To purge the vile from this locker room that they hold in such high regard! And I have been called forth to usher in a new dawn in this company! The disease of MPW plaguing this sport shall be ripped apart and replaced by what soon will be far more than a vision! My friends I am that revolutionary that MPW so desperately needs!
[Zero takes a deep breath and turns again, quieting down a bit but never losing the fire in his eyes.]
I'm the tourniquet that will stop the hemorrhaging...Before I REALLY tear open the wounds again...
[Zero lowers the microphone to the silent cheers he's hearing from his imaginary legion of "brothers, sisters, friends and followers...The scene slowly fades out as "Sinner" begins to play once more.]
[The scene opens up slowly in the middle of the swampy woods of Crowley, Louisiana. We see the man known only as Zero in a pair of ratty jeans, a black heavy metal t-shirt and an open flannel shirt looking down toward the ground. He slowly lifts his head with a gravelly, sinister chuckle. He stares intensely into the camera and takes a breath before speaking in a angry, cigarette ridden voice.]
Zero: Years...For years, the fear of an angry God was drilled into my head. For years I sat back and took it...I'd sing their songs and say their verses...Almost in spite of myself. You see...A small town like Crowley is very sheltered...
[Zero looks around for a moment].
In these parts, people never question a man behind a podium...Preachers, politicians, it's all all the same. It's all a money grab...As the son of the pastor of our local church, I should know for goddamn sure that it's all a moneygrab. For the first seventeen years of my life I saw it week in and week out. It never failed. My father shouting his psuedo-sympathy for elderly in the back of the pews. Week in and week out, the collection plate overflowing into the mans pocket. Sickening, really...So I decided I needed a departure from THAT. I eventually left Crowley. I had no car, I had no money...Nothing material besides the simple clothes on my back. I just began to walk...
[Zero begins to walk, the camera follows in a very "Blair Witch" documentary style as the first short scene slowly fades out. The second scene starts up, showing a dark, empty arena. A single blood-red light shines down onto the center of the stage. An eerie, distorted church choir is heard singing an unrecognizable hymn. A blanket of smoke carpets the stage as a shadowy figure raises up from underneath. With an explosion of pyro, the lights snap back on, "Sinner" by Drowning Pool echoes through the building. Zero walks down the ramp with a microphone in his hand. Still in his casual attire, he climbs into the ring as the music fades out. He lifts the mic to his mouth and begins to holler to a nonexistent crowd with an undeniable intensity.]
Fast forward all these years! All I hear about is the world famous M! P! W! All I've seen is an absolute cancer upon the throat of this business!
[He looks out into the sea of empty seats and nods, hearing monstrous cheers from his "followers".]
Ignorance around every corner! Arrogance spewing from every mouth...Absolute trash!
[He turns around, facing another section of the seats and grins wickedly.]
Brothers and sisters I have been sent here to exorcise the demons from the hearts of the MPW Nation! To purge the vile from this locker room that they hold in such high regard! And I have been called forth to usher in a new dawn in this company! The disease of MPW plaguing this sport shall be ripped apart and replaced by what soon will be far more than a vision! My friends I am that revolutionary that MPW so desperately needs!
[Zero takes a deep breath and turns again, quieting down a bit but never losing the fire in his eyes.]
I'm the tourniquet that will stop the hemorrhaging...Before I REALLY tear open the wounds again...
[Zero lowers the microphone to the silent cheers he's hearing from his imaginary legion of "brothers, sisters, friends and followers...The scene slowly fades out as "Sinner" begins to play once more.]