Post by Sephiroth du Lac on Aug 12, 2010 22:10:53 GMT -6
"You may all go to Hell, and I will go to Texas."
-Davy Crockett
-Davy Crockett
*The camera falls on the exterior of the AT&T Center in beautiful sunny San Antonio as a crowd gathers round a massive structure outside the arena. On the grounds sits a massive white tarp held over a massive 20-foot tall structure by a crane. The crowd gathers as pyrotechnicians, city representatives and NCW staff work feverishly around the site. Suddenly slowly a limo begins to drive up. It's driver unseen in the dark tint of the windows. NCW security then moves to block the red carpet as another figure, Mayor Julián Castro, walks down the carpet and himself opens the limo's doors. A cane clicks upon the road before them. Camera's immediately go off as a figure steps out. His long blond hair and odd dress a contrast to the heat that blazed in the 110 degree weather. The fans cheered for they knew who the figure was and as he shook the mayor's hand it is clear that this is none other then the NCW Xtreme Champion, the Fallen One, Sephiroth du Lac. He smiled as he shook the young mayor's hand looking very much his senior. He then smirked a bit as he whispered something to the mayor who also smiled and laughed. The fans went in to a frenzy, throwing up signs and showing their T-shirts. A young gothic girl even pulling up her top at one point as Seph just smiled. These were his people, no Tempestad supporters allowed. This was his people and he knew it. Walking slowly up the red carpet savoring the moment he smirked as he stepped up to the massive structure. With all the theatrics of an actor in a show he ran his hand along the tarp slowly walking around it as if admiring the strange structure a bit. A staff worker quickly approached and handed him a mic as Seph smiled arrogantly at him. Equally honored and terrified he slunk away leaving the monster staring at his own work as if he were Dr. Frankenstein staring at his creation. Finally he turned around and raised the mic to his lips. The crowd reaching a fevered pitch as he simply spoke to them.*
Seph: Hello, my children!
*He pulled away the mic holding his arms out to celebrate the cheers. The crowd roars, the sound of air horns and other noisemakers resounding throughout the cheering. As the crowd grows more rambunctious he raises his hands and almost instantly the crowd begins to quiet.*
Seph: Now, first off I want to say thank you to your glorious city. San Antonio, beautiful place, I love it every time I come here. I also want to extend a greeting to Mayor Castro... he isn't much of a mayor but he makes up for it as a doorman.
*The crowd begins to chuckle at the joke and the mayor simply laughs.*
Seph: By the way if you need a new job after November your hired.
*The crowd laughs and the mayor just waves at them as cheers sweep through the crowd.*
Seph: But, I digress... welcome, my friends to this very special press conference for Ascension. Of course we have members of the Sephiroth du Lac fan club here. Of course any Tempestad fans here?
*One or two claps go off. Seph had planned for this having assembled his entire fan base in the local area to assist in his conference.*
Seph: Very good, will security throw those people out please?
*The crowd laughs a bit as Seph just smirks and basks in the glory of his fan base.*
Seph: No, no, no... welcome one and all. I am privileged that Leonard Fox could not take time out of his busy schedule to come down and bore you to tears so I can come and do it...
*He stops smiling as he drops the mic to his side and the crowd cheers. Chants of "Fox sucks! Fox sucks! Fox sucks!" resonates from the crowd as Seph holds up a hand.*
Seph: Now, now, now that is only half true... if he's anything like his daughter he swallows as well. But...
*The crowd just laughs genuinely at the low blow by Seph. Seph was use to such play to the common man. It wasn't his first true press conference or promotion. He had done this dance many times over but felt it necessary to lay one in on the boss at this time. After all, Leonard was paying him for this so why not add insult to injury.*
Seph: But, my friends, that is neither here nor there. All of you know that a few weeks ago I was... somewhat challenged by someone who is very close to me. A very dear person in my life, one Tempestad...
*The crowd cheers a bit from his resounding rhetoric.*
Seph: My brother-in-law, my own family member now challenging me to none other then a Camelot Pity Fight.
*The crowd roars at this, his fan base obviously familiar with the matches that made him a star in his ten years.*
Seph: Well, I pondered... I considered... I questioned... I even gave pause and it took me all of ten seconds to know that when this fool challenges me, he was going to get what he wanted...
*The crowd falls behind his words cheering letting cowbells and noisemakers cry out in the hot sun.*
Seph: But... there was a stipulation. We did it by my terms. If he wanted this match he was going to have to pay for the honor, nay the privilege of stepping into this...
*He holds his hand up to the veiled monstrosity behind him*
Seph: The most grueling match ever conceived by mortal mind. The most illustrious of horrors. The most hellacious experience, short of actual war, that man can experience. Ladies and gentlemen, I want to honor you right now by showing you the true star of this match. Presenting... my vision...
*With that the crane slowly moves up as the crowd watches with hushed awe. As it does slowly the cage becomes apparent, a huge construction of link fenced cage wrapped in endless rolls of barbed wire. As the shroud rises higher it is revealed that a literal forest of curled barbed wire sits at the top. The cage finally comes out from it's own shroud Seph nods to one of the pyro men. Instantly four men move to four main gas mains while another moves to a switch by the cage. With a flick the switch comes to life and small little lights illuminate on parts of the cage bottom. In each corner of the steel structure these little lights then come alive as small black nozzles ingeniously put into the corners feed out from the gas mains in small spurts shooting cones of flame like dragon's fire in certain patterned spots. The whole thing is an impressive display and the crowd cheers and claps as Seph stands before them.*
Seph: Amazing isn't it? Like some sort of nightmare made flesh? A twenty foot tall steel cell wrapped, lovingly, in over a mile of barbed wire sits before you, ladies and gentlemen. Interlaced in this cell mind you is an intricate system of pipes and tubes feeding four tanks of natural gas which feed into these small air nozzles. The nozzles release their payload in predetermined pattern bursts which catch on these small pilot lights placed underneath. Bursting at a short but extremely hot 245 degrees it is designed to flash heat the subject. Enough to severely injure but not incapacitate. Everything about this match is designed to amplify pain. It is a test. An endurance trial of the macabre. How long can a human being suffer under these conditions? That is what we shall figure out this sunday. Now we have placed this cage out here to protect all those involved both performers and audience alike. Officially NCW has not sanctioned this match and refuses to do so but not wanting to deprive the fans both Tempestad and I have waived all legal ramifications for said match... it will happen this sunday. This I guarantee you all.
*The crowd roars in approval as several police officers then roll out a dummy made of Ballistics gel to look like a human torso, inside the torso are several fake organs and a skeletal system like a human being. Seph merely walks towards it with a grin.*
Seph: Now, to show each and everyone of you, including my opponent at home, just how dangerous this match is I have enlisted the help of the San Antonio Police Department in this little demonstration. Before you is a ballistics gel dummy. The closest simulation to actual human flesh one can get artificially. I will demonstrate the very lethality of this match.
*Seph looks at the dummy and goes to grab it but pulls away holding up one finger in delay.*
Seph: I'm... I'm sorry. One moment please. This dummy is not properly attired.
*With that he pulls something from his pocket and holds it up for all to see revealing it is a reproduction of Tempestad's mask. Seph smiles as he places it upon the dummy and the crowd cheers as he then picks the dummy up and tosses it right into the outside of the cage. Instantly the dummy sticks to the sides motionless. The barbed wire binding around it upon impact tangling it in barbs of pain. Seph goes to move in just as a flame burst falls directly on the dummy burning part of it's face catching the mask on fire.*
Seph: Hmmm... ooo... it looks like Tempestad is a bit... well... dead. Doctor?
*A beautiful woman walks up examining the handiwork of Seph from one toss.*
Doctor: Subject has several lacerations. Second degree burns from dermis and epidermis possibly infected do to burning mask. While not dead the subject will be in immense pain and could fall into shock or severe blood loss due to physical damage sustained from such an injury.
*Seph just smirks as the crowd cheers. The doctor steps back and Seph moves in.*
Seph: So you mean to tell me, good doctor, that if Tempestad were to say get injured the same as our friend here he could... survive?
Doctor: He would be in immense pain but yes.
*Seph just turns around and smiles back at the audience causing them to cheer once more and hoot and hollar.*
Seph: You see, my friends, perfectly safe.
*The crowd cheers and Seph slowly walks forward.*
Seph: Tempestad, I hope you have been paying attention to this because this is the fate I have in store for you. This is the fate to all who face the fallen angel. You and everyone else in that locker room can spout all you want about stopping my evil or claiming to be heroes and messiahs and second comings here to bring us into a new golden age. It's all a lie. A sham. And I know it! These people know it!
*Seph holds up the mic and the crowd cheers like a maddening throng before he pulls it back to his own lips.*
Seph: And deep down inside... you know it too. You want to be a hero? You want to be the savior? The messiah of the NCW well I got a little present for you, Tempestad.
*With that he reaches within his cloak-like coat and pulls a barbed wire crown of thorns. The crowd cheers as he holds them aloft.*
Seph: You want to be a messiah, Tempestad? I'll give you the honor. The honor to be the first martyr. The first sacrifice to the new era of darkness that shall descend upon the NCW. You want to be the messiah? You want to be the king of kings?!
*With that he turns and walk toward the dummy. He holds the crown aloft only to slam it down on the gel dummies head digging the spikes within. Seph then turns and smiles at the camera's and at the fans in assembly.*
Seph: Well, here's your crown king nothing!
*With that he bows as the crowd roars with applause. Cheering fans calling for the blood of NCW's own martyr, much like the crowds that called for Jesus' own crucifixion. Seph raises the mic to his lips basking in the shameful sinfulness of those assembled.*
Seph: NCW Ascension! Order it now! Camelot Pit Fight! I love you, San Antonio!!!
*The crowd cheers and rages and as the camera looks behind Seph it just falls on the bleeding gel dummy lying like a broken messiah in the mesh as the scen fades to black.*