Post by hardyz on Mar 14, 2007 20:26:24 GMT -5
Satanism. The worship of Satan and the powers of evil. What kind of sick, demented monster would worship such an evil being? What tortured soul would follow the path of eternal darkness? Dead Idol. Thats who. A monster. A sick human being. A lonely bastard on the long road to hell.
The scene opens to two gigantic blood red doors, with giant circular rings serving as door knobs. As the camera zooms out a bit, a gigantic Church is revealed. The eerie presence; The way the church is presented, seems as though it came straight from the dark age. A gigantic tower, so long that it looks as if it were extending high above the clouds, makes the Church seem as if it were a medieval Castle. On the giant doors, demonic images rest. As the view reaches the doors for a second time, the Cameraman's hand can be seen extending, grasping the giant handle. The door wont budge. He tries the second door. Still nothing. Just when the cameraman gives up, and backs away from the giant structure, the giant Doors slowly creep open. As the cameraman makes his way through the doors, they slam shut behind him. Rows upon rows of pues line each side of the monstrous room. At the far end, a giant organ rests. Atop this beautiful organ, candles are aligned. At least 50 candles can be counted. A man sits at this organ, playing its beautiful sounds for all to hear. On each side of the organ, Satin drapes grace the walls, embroidered with more demonic images. On each side of the room, are two Confessionals. In between each set of pues, is a long, blood red, carpet leading to the organ. The view draws near, and an image can be made out. A man, sitting in the front pue. His arms are spread across either side of him, rested on the back of his seat. As the view draws closer, the man is made out to be High Horror. He isn't sporting his usual attire though. Instead he dons a black suit, with a red, skull designed Affliction shirt, under the suit jacket. He has a look of annoyance on his face, and he shifts his position from laid back, to standing up.
Horror: Alright man, you can stop playing that Organ now.
The sounds of the organ don't stop, as the man continues to play. Horror grows frustrated, and rubs his hand over his chin and mouth.
Horror: I said, cut that **** out!
Still, the sounds keep playing. Horror darts over to the man, grabs him by his shoulder, spinning him around. He grabs him up by the collar of his shirt and launches him out of the seat he sits in. He walks over to him, and lifts him off the ground. He delivers a stiff punch to the side of the mans head as he flies into a row of pues. Horror situates himself, brushing off his jacket. He fixes his sleeves, and walks over to a confessional. He gently grabs the door handle, and makes his way inside. Horror sits down slowly, as if he uncomfortable being here. He looks at the mesh like cage next to him, where on the other side, sits a preacher.
Horror: Um, I've never been in one of these before. So uh, how exactly is this done?
Preacher: Just speak your mind. Tell me. Why are you here?
Horror: I'm here, to confess my sins.
Horror rests his hands upon his thighs, holding his hands together. He takes a deep breath, then sits back. He hangs his head down and begins to speak.
Horror: I have been asked, to do the unthinkable. I must travel to the depths of hell, to defeat a monster. A monster within a man. I am being forced to drive a stake into the heart of a demon. A man some call Satan himself. I am going to win, or die trying. You see Dead Idol, you are no mere man. You are an unholy beast in the shape of a human. You have chosen the path of Darkness, and its a lonely road my friend. You see, I'm being forced to travel to hell, a place where not just anyone can go. I will kill to survive.
Preacher: Your making me uncomfortable, the way your speaking. Please, leave this Church. NOW!
Horror kicks the door to the confessional straight off its hinges. He walks up a small pair of 3 steps, and walks over to a book. two books to be exact. A book of Satanism. And The Holy Bible. Horror places his hands on both books, and closes his eyes. He takes his hand off the Bible, and focuses his attention on the Book of Hell. He opens up the book, reading its content. He shakes his head, and turns around to face the camera.
Horror: Idol, you have chose the path of fire. The path of the Devil. But, who am I to judge? I mean, I have sinned myself. As a matter of fact, my soul has been burned to the point of no return.
Horror walks to the far end of the church, near the exit. He turns left, and disappears into darkness. The camera catches up, only to find a long, winding staircase. The steps are lined in what seems to be blood. Horror begins to walk up this massive set of stairs, and we follow.
Horror: Ya know Idol, you aren't the only one who knows about The Sins of humanity. Don't get me wrong, I'm far from a Satanist, but there is no doubt that I have committed all Seven Deadly Sins. Lets take a trip into my mind, Idol. Sloth. Laziness. I guess you could say I was lazy in life. All my life, prior to my career, I was a lazy bastard. Until I finally started to make something of my self. I took the easy way out of everything. Dropped out of school. Stayed away from trouble. Strayed away from any work I had to do. Thats the first fire that burned my soul.
The stairs just don't seem to end. Horror takes his jacket off, and just drops it to the ground, continuing up the stairs.
Horror: Gluttony. I drive myself too hard. I work myself as hard as I can. I consume so much training, that everything in my life is blocked out. I used to consume certain drugs in my younger years, along with beer and other things. 2 fires. 5 Left
Horror keeps walking, this time taking off his shirt, dropping it to the ground. All thats left is a tank top and pants. He continues up the stairs, taking his time.
Horror: Hahaha. Envy. You all know I envy you. I envy what you wear on your shoulder. I envy what you carry with you in this business. I'm jealous of your old World Title from another organization. I tried so hard to take it from you, but failed. I envy what you have done in this business, which caused a third fire to burn my soul.
Horror takes off his tank top, revealing his bare chest. He has a few welts on his chest from the brutal match he was in last Sunday, and he quickly rubs them.
Horror: Wrath. My favorite of all the sins. I have destroyed so many guys in this business I have lost count. All the pain I inflict. All the damage I cause, has burned my soul, Scott.
The walls are drawing close together as the stairs keep appearing. Torches line the walls, shedding light along the corridor. There are chips of stone missing from many spots in the wall, as the setting grows more and more uncomfortable.
Horror: Everything I do is for myself. I wrestle for ME. I want victory for ME. Greed is maybe, my worst sin. I want that title, for myself. I have always done things for my self. Growing up, I did everything for me. Not others. And now is no different. Lust. I lust over the title. I lust over being a legend. I lust, I long, for my chance to shine, my chance to be at the top. Those were just 2 more fires that burned my soul. Idol, your not as alone as you think.
We come to a halt as the hallway stops, and all that can be seen is a ladder. Above our head, is a trap door. Horror climbs up the ladder and opens the trap door, climbing up and out of the Church. We are now at the top of the tall tower we saw earlier. It is now raining, and thunder is rumbling. Horror skims the side of the tower, looking over the edge. He places his hands on the tall edge, resting for a few seconds. He stares into the sky, then looks back at the camera.
Horror: Pride. The last of the sins. And the deadliest. Pride is the ultimate source from which every sin arises. The desire to be more important or attractive than others, failing to give compliments to others though they may be deserving of them, and excessive love of self. Does that not describe me? I want to be the best. A god among men. And I will do just that. I am gonna engrave my name in the history books. My pride is all I got. 7 sins Scott. Seven sins have burned my soul. But have I crossed over to the depths of hell? No. Only weak, lost, pathetic souls like yours, follow the path of darkness. But I'm not as far off as you . Not even the Seven Heavenly Virtues could save your wretched soul. Only those who have no desire, no will to live, do what you do. You have tortured, you have destroyed, everyone you have faced. But not me. The Flock will not take me as a prisoner. I will rise against the machine that is you, Dead Idol. I will stare death in its face and I will strike it down!
The wind starts blowing hard as the rain continues to beat down. Horror is now drenched in water, as he runs his hand through his hair. He looks up, and a sinister expression falls upon his face.
Horror: Dead Idol, I am the light that will banish you from the land that is WFWF. I am the tortured soul that will go into the belly of the beast and destroy it from within! These are my Unholy Confessions! And this Saturday, I will wash away the sin, that is ,The Idol!
Horror extends his arms as rain continues to pour. The view switches to an outside shot of the massive church. Darkness has engulfed the night, and the only light is from flashes of lightning. The setting has shifted to sinister, and thunder continues to roar. The Camera zooms in on the giant tower in which Horror graces, as lightning crashes and the screen fades to black
The scene opens to two gigantic blood red doors, with giant circular rings serving as door knobs. As the camera zooms out a bit, a gigantic Church is revealed. The eerie presence; The way the church is presented, seems as though it came straight from the dark age. A gigantic tower, so long that it looks as if it were extending high above the clouds, makes the Church seem as if it were a medieval Castle. On the giant doors, demonic images rest. As the view reaches the doors for a second time, the Cameraman's hand can be seen extending, grasping the giant handle. The door wont budge. He tries the second door. Still nothing. Just when the cameraman gives up, and backs away from the giant structure, the giant Doors slowly creep open. As the cameraman makes his way through the doors, they slam shut behind him. Rows upon rows of pues line each side of the monstrous room. At the far end, a giant organ rests. Atop this beautiful organ, candles are aligned. At least 50 candles can be counted. A man sits at this organ, playing its beautiful sounds for all to hear. On each side of the organ, Satin drapes grace the walls, embroidered with more demonic images. On each side of the room, are two Confessionals. In between each set of pues, is a long, blood red, carpet leading to the organ. The view draws near, and an image can be made out. A man, sitting in the front pue. His arms are spread across either side of him, rested on the back of his seat. As the view draws closer, the man is made out to be High Horror. He isn't sporting his usual attire though. Instead he dons a black suit, with a red, skull designed Affliction shirt, under the suit jacket. He has a look of annoyance on his face, and he shifts his position from laid back, to standing up.
Horror: Alright man, you can stop playing that Organ now.
The sounds of the organ don't stop, as the man continues to play. Horror grows frustrated, and rubs his hand over his chin and mouth.
Horror: I said, cut that **** out!
Still, the sounds keep playing. Horror darts over to the man, grabs him by his shoulder, spinning him around. He grabs him up by the collar of his shirt and launches him out of the seat he sits in. He walks over to him, and lifts him off the ground. He delivers a stiff punch to the side of the mans head as he flies into a row of pues. Horror situates himself, brushing off his jacket. He fixes his sleeves, and walks over to a confessional. He gently grabs the door handle, and makes his way inside. Horror sits down slowly, as if he uncomfortable being here. He looks at the mesh like cage next to him, where on the other side, sits a preacher.
Horror: Um, I've never been in one of these before. So uh, how exactly is this done?
Preacher: Just speak your mind. Tell me. Why are you here?
Horror: I'm here, to confess my sins.
Horror rests his hands upon his thighs, holding his hands together. He takes a deep breath, then sits back. He hangs his head down and begins to speak.
Horror: I have been asked, to do the unthinkable. I must travel to the depths of hell, to defeat a monster. A monster within a man. I am being forced to drive a stake into the heart of a demon. A man some call Satan himself. I am going to win, or die trying. You see Dead Idol, you are no mere man. You are an unholy beast in the shape of a human. You have chosen the path of Darkness, and its a lonely road my friend. You see, I'm being forced to travel to hell, a place where not just anyone can go. I will kill to survive.
Preacher: Your making me uncomfortable, the way your speaking. Please, leave this Church. NOW!
Horror kicks the door to the confessional straight off its hinges. He walks up a small pair of 3 steps, and walks over to a book. two books to be exact. A book of Satanism. And The Holy Bible. Horror places his hands on both books, and closes his eyes. He takes his hand off the Bible, and focuses his attention on the Book of Hell. He opens up the book, reading its content. He shakes his head, and turns around to face the camera.
Horror: Idol, you have chose the path of fire. The path of the Devil. But, who am I to judge? I mean, I have sinned myself. As a matter of fact, my soul has been burned to the point of no return.
Horror walks to the far end of the church, near the exit. He turns left, and disappears into darkness. The camera catches up, only to find a long, winding staircase. The steps are lined in what seems to be blood. Horror begins to walk up this massive set of stairs, and we follow.
Horror: Ya know Idol, you aren't the only one who knows about The Sins of humanity. Don't get me wrong, I'm far from a Satanist, but there is no doubt that I have committed all Seven Deadly Sins. Lets take a trip into my mind, Idol. Sloth. Laziness. I guess you could say I was lazy in life. All my life, prior to my career, I was a lazy bastard. Until I finally started to make something of my self. I took the easy way out of everything. Dropped out of school. Stayed away from trouble. Strayed away from any work I had to do. Thats the first fire that burned my soul.
The stairs just don't seem to end. Horror takes his jacket off, and just drops it to the ground, continuing up the stairs.
Horror: Gluttony. I drive myself too hard. I work myself as hard as I can. I consume so much training, that everything in my life is blocked out. I used to consume certain drugs in my younger years, along with beer and other things. 2 fires. 5 Left
Horror keeps walking, this time taking off his shirt, dropping it to the ground. All thats left is a tank top and pants. He continues up the stairs, taking his time.
Horror: Hahaha. Envy. You all know I envy you. I envy what you wear on your shoulder. I envy what you carry with you in this business. I'm jealous of your old World Title from another organization. I tried so hard to take it from you, but failed. I envy what you have done in this business, which caused a third fire to burn my soul.
Horror takes off his tank top, revealing his bare chest. He has a few welts on his chest from the brutal match he was in last Sunday, and he quickly rubs them.
Horror: Wrath. My favorite of all the sins. I have destroyed so many guys in this business I have lost count. All the pain I inflict. All the damage I cause, has burned my soul, Scott.
The walls are drawing close together as the stairs keep appearing. Torches line the walls, shedding light along the corridor. There are chips of stone missing from many spots in the wall, as the setting grows more and more uncomfortable.
Horror: Everything I do is for myself. I wrestle for ME. I want victory for ME. Greed is maybe, my worst sin. I want that title, for myself. I have always done things for my self. Growing up, I did everything for me. Not others. And now is no different. Lust. I lust over the title. I lust over being a legend. I lust, I long, for my chance to shine, my chance to be at the top. Those were just 2 more fires that burned my soul. Idol, your not as alone as you think.
We come to a halt as the hallway stops, and all that can be seen is a ladder. Above our head, is a trap door. Horror climbs up the ladder and opens the trap door, climbing up and out of the Church. We are now at the top of the tall tower we saw earlier. It is now raining, and thunder is rumbling. Horror skims the side of the tower, looking over the edge. He places his hands on the tall edge, resting for a few seconds. He stares into the sky, then looks back at the camera.
Horror: Pride. The last of the sins. And the deadliest. Pride is the ultimate source from which every sin arises. The desire to be more important or attractive than others, failing to give compliments to others though they may be deserving of them, and excessive love of self. Does that not describe me? I want to be the best. A god among men. And I will do just that. I am gonna engrave my name in the history books. My pride is all I got. 7 sins Scott. Seven sins have burned my soul. But have I crossed over to the depths of hell? No. Only weak, lost, pathetic souls like yours, follow the path of darkness. But I'm not as far off as you . Not even the Seven Heavenly Virtues could save your wretched soul. Only those who have no desire, no will to live, do what you do. You have tortured, you have destroyed, everyone you have faced. But not me. The Flock will not take me as a prisoner. I will rise against the machine that is you, Dead Idol. I will stare death in its face and I will strike it down!
The wind starts blowing hard as the rain continues to beat down. Horror is now drenched in water, as he runs his hand through his hair. He looks up, and a sinister expression falls upon his face.
Horror: Dead Idol, I am the light that will banish you from the land that is WFWF. I am the tortured soul that will go into the belly of the beast and destroy it from within! These are my Unholy Confessions! And this Saturday, I will wash away the sin, that is ,The Idol!
Horror extends his arms as rain continues to pour. The view switches to an outside shot of the massive church. Darkness has engulfed the night, and the only light is from flashes of lightning. The setting has shifted to sinister, and thunder continues to roar. The Camera zooms in on the giant tower in which Horror graces, as lightning crashes and the screen fades to black
