Post by Esix Cordero on Dec 18, 2010 23:35:59 GMT -5
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The church organ drones, resonating through the building. The eyes of the stain glassed saints glisten in the moonlight. Candles flicker down the pews and to the altar, where a shadowy figure stands. His head is bowed over, overlooking some sort of text. Behind him a larger, rounder figure is hammering down on the keys of the organ. His arms jut down dramatically, causing the instrument to spew long, emphasized notes.
“Do not suppose that I have come to bring peace to the Kingdom…”
The words echo through the church, muttered by the man at the altar. He lifts his eyes from the book, revealing the figure to be Esix Cordero, dressed in traditional priest garbs.
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His manager, Skeeter Butts, plays a suspenseful note on the organ with conviction.
“I did not come to bring peace, but a sword.” Esix says with a smirk.
“Maybe that’s not exactly how the verse goes, but that doesn’t matter. It applies to me, a man looking for war. I just want to get that out into the clear for those of you unaware of my intentions. People like you, Mr. Jones. See, from what I understand, my next opponent – Morgan Jones – is a priest…”
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“First off, I have already lain to waste an ogre and a British midget… Now a priest?! Way to throw the gauntlet at me, Kingdom of Pride… Really? I guess the local freak show has fallen on hard times, because now everyone is looking for work here.”
Skeeter plays a goofy tune to support Esix’s punch line. Esix shoots a threatening look in his direction before continuing with his tirade.
“Tonight I have prepared a sermon for you, Morgan. Granted, I am not a religious man… Religion is for the weak. However, I have done some reading of the Bible, and I have come to realize that this book is really, really violent…”
Esix flashes a crooked grin.
“And I like violence.”
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“Morgan, I’d like to quote a bible passage… Exodus 34:20...”
“AHEM... But the firstling of an ass thou shalt redeem with a lamb: and if thou redeem him not, then shalt thou break his neck.”
“Bitch gon’ get his neck SNAPPED!” Skeeter chirps.
“Now, I’m not too sure about the first part, but this is how I interpret it. You’re an ass, and you’re going to get your neck broken, Morgan. I’m tired of wading through the freaks that KoP keeps tossing at me. I thought I made an impression last week at Oblivion when I knocked Parker’s lights out, but apparently that wasn’t good enough. This time, I’m going to make sure it’s good enough. This time, I’m going to redeem my lamb, Morgan… Even if that means crippling you.”
Esix smacks the Bible shut and holds it up above his head.
“The good book holds your fate, Morgan. You’d know that if you had read it. Oh well, you’ll have plenty of reading time in a hospital bed. See you at Winter Warfare.”
“MORGAN JONES TOUCHES LITTLE BOYS!”
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“Damn it, Skeeter, I said we weren’t going to go there!”
End scene.
The church organ drones, resonating through the building. The eyes of the stain glassed saints glisten in the moonlight. Candles flicker down the pews and to the altar, where a shadowy figure stands. His head is bowed over, overlooking some sort of text. Behind him a larger, rounder figure is hammering down on the keys of the organ. His arms jut down dramatically, causing the instrument to spew long, emphasized notes.
“Do not suppose that I have come to bring peace to the Kingdom…”
The words echo through the church, muttered by the man at the altar. He lifts his eyes from the book, revealing the figure to be Esix Cordero, dressed in traditional priest garbs.
BROOOOOOWWWWW
His manager, Skeeter Butts, plays a suspenseful note on the organ with conviction.
“I did not come to bring peace, but a sword.” Esix says with a smirk.
“Maybe that’s not exactly how the verse goes, but that doesn’t matter. It applies to me, a man looking for war. I just want to get that out into the clear for those of you unaware of my intentions. People like you, Mr. Jones. See, from what I understand, my next opponent – Morgan Jones – is a priest…”
BROWWW BROWWWWWW
“First off, I have already lain to waste an ogre and a British midget… Now a priest?! Way to throw the gauntlet at me, Kingdom of Pride… Really? I guess the local freak show has fallen on hard times, because now everyone is looking for work here.”
Skeeter plays a goofy tune to support Esix’s punch line. Esix shoots a threatening look in his direction before continuing with his tirade.
“Tonight I have prepared a sermon for you, Morgan. Granted, I am not a religious man… Religion is for the weak. However, I have done some reading of the Bible, and I have come to realize that this book is really, really violent…”
Esix flashes a crooked grin.
“And I like violence.”
BROWWWW
“Morgan, I’d like to quote a bible passage… Exodus 34:20...”
“AHEM... But the firstling of an ass thou shalt redeem with a lamb: and if thou redeem him not, then shalt thou break his neck.”
“Bitch gon’ get his neck SNAPPED!” Skeeter chirps.
“Now, I’m not too sure about the first part, but this is how I interpret it. You’re an ass, and you’re going to get your neck broken, Morgan. I’m tired of wading through the freaks that KoP keeps tossing at me. I thought I made an impression last week at Oblivion when I knocked Parker’s lights out, but apparently that wasn’t good enough. This time, I’m going to make sure it’s good enough. This time, I’m going to redeem my lamb, Morgan… Even if that means crippling you.”
Esix smacks the Bible shut and holds it up above his head.
“The good book holds your fate, Morgan. You’d know that if you had read it. Oh well, you’ll have plenty of reading time in a hospital bed. See you at Winter Warfare.”
“MORGAN JONES TOUCHES LITTLE BOYS!”
BROWWWWW
“Damn it, Skeeter, I said we weren’t going to go there!”
End scene.
