Post by The Pac on Feb 14, 2013 19:26:43 GMT -5
"You desire to know the art of living, my friend? It is contained in one phrase: make use of suffering."
"This has been one Hell of a week. For once in my life, Fate and Karma decided to meet up and they royally played Dominatrix with my existence. And who is to blame?? Premium Championship Wrestling's very own General Manager James Baker...Whatever they payed you, it was not enough...Karma, that bitch, decided that after six thousand years of tormenting mankind..it was time to pay the piper. THAT BITCH!....So, the last time The Devil Himself found himself humbled in this manner...I think it was in Georgia...and I believe it involved a fiddle. But what makes this thing worse is the fact that these two entities..Karma and Fate..after this entire week...have bestowed upon me...that 'M' word...
...I hate mercy..."
There is still no scene, but we can sense Dante calming himself down...
"I believe that Jek Porkins said it best: I got a problem here...I can hold it! No, I'm alright!...Now, they would be the very last to admit this, but Liam and Damon are in too deep. Their warning light is flashing..and beeping. They cannot pull up and they cannot reach the eject button. How fortunate for them that The Devil Himself is ready, willing, and able to assist them. After the past two weeks The Devil Himself is ready to dispense some torment and pain, willing to appropriate some much needed life lessons - particularly the ones dealing with humility...and more than able to re-enforce every word that I say. Come Valentine's Massacre there is only one thing that you and Liam should do, Damon...Expect no mercy from the likes of The Devil Himself."
~~~Random flashback...~~~
The crickets are chirping, the wind can be heard rustling through the trees...and the footsteps of a man can be heard crackling the leaves beneath his feet as the scene comes to life. The darkness surrounds The Devil Himself Dante Daevain as he traverses through the woods, seemingly with no set destination. With his hands in the pockets of his off-white silk pants, Dante breaths in the damp, musky air of Georgia as he strolls along his way. Stopping to admire the night sky, Dante takes a quick look around and then smirks to the camera. With no warning, out from behind a couple of nearby trees, two figures emerge from the darkness. Dressed in street clothes, a simple black t-shirt, black jeans and simple black boots is, surprisingly, David the Midget. In his hand is a case... Blending in with the darkness, dressed in his patented black suit with a crimson red tie and polished leather shoes is a man whom we have not seen before. With a small chuckle, Dante gestures for them to follow him on his stroll through the woods. After a short while of silence and walking, the two and a half men finally come upon a quaint little abode. Sitting outside of this humble place of residence is a man, a stocky fellow who obviously gets his workouts by doing his outdoor chores. Sitting in a rocking chair and playing a fiddle, this quiet man is enjoying the serenity that the night has to offer him. Without so much as a word, Dante and his compatriots approach the man and begin to strike up a conversation.
Dante (in his best Southern accent) : "Howdy, stranger."
The man looks up from his fiddle playing and addresses the men standing before him.
Man: "Howdy, men. What can I do ya for?"
Dante steps forward a couple of steps.
Dante: "Well, I was passing nearby and I couldn't help but take note that you lack the comfort of some friendly company."
Man: "I guess you could say. What brings you gentlemen all the way out here?"
Dante: "Nothin' in particular. Might we join ya?"
Man: "Sure. I don't see no harm or foul in havin' some company. Where you fella's from?"
Dante: "Michigan."
Man: "Lord have mercy... (Dante slightly shutters) ...What ever possessed you gentlemen to come all the way out here, I'll never know."
Dante: "...I'm gonna take a wild stab at this, and correct me if I'm wrong...you look like a Johnny to me."
Man: "Well that sure was a lucky guess, stranger. The name's certainly Johnny."
The men all laugh together.
Dante: "Well, to save you the breath...You may call me Dante."
Johnny: "Well, a pleasure to meet ya, Dante."
Dante simply nods, eying Johnny's fiddle.
Dante: "That's sure a nice fiddle ya got there. Made of hickory?"
Johnny: "Yep. 'Bout the only thing we got 'round these parts. Made it myself, too."
Dante: "Very nice. Say, I happen to have a fiddle of my own...a solid gold fiddle that was specially made to show off. What'd'ya say we have a bit of a friendly competition?"
Johnny laughs a bit.
Johnny: "Alright, Dante. But I gotta warn ya that I'm pretty good at this fiddlin' stuff."
Dante: "So I hear. How 'bout we make a lil wager: You win, you get my gold fiddle. I win: I get somethin' of yours. Sound fair?"
Johnny: "I'll take ya up on that, Dante. You don't gotta name anything ya want in particular 'cause I just don't think you'll win our lil wager."
Dante chuckles a bit as David waddles over and brings him the case and opens it up, the fiddle's radiance lighting up the area around the case.
Dante (as he leans down to pick up the fiddle) : "I'll start this show...Oh, and don't worry. I'll only ask for somethin' simple..."
In mid sentence, Dante swiftly swings the solid gold fiddle at Johnny, hitting him square in the head, rendering him unconscious.
Dante: "Your life."
Dante takes a few steps more towards the lifeless body of Johnny, standing over him and chuckling. Dante raises the fiddle over his own head and brings it down swiftly on Johnny's head, this time with a stomach churning crunch. With a satisfied look on his face, Dante puts the fiddle back into its case, just as stainless as he brought it out. With the deed done, Dante and his two compatriots walk back off into the night, disappearing in the darkness. The scene then fades.
~~~Fat Tuesday - New Orleans, Louisiana~~~
Our scene opens slowly and we find ourselves in the only place to be on this particular day - Bourbon Street in the heart of downtown New Orleans. The street is packed with party goers and thrill seekers from all over. Music from numerous bars bleed over each other as everyone has a grand ole time. Beads litter the street and the adultery abounds everywhere. Paradise. As the PCW camera crew that was called to the area scans the crowd, we first catch a glimpse of none other than David the Retarded Midget. David is dressed in a child size unitard jester suit with Mardi Gras colors. In his right hand he is carrying a toy scepter that has a squirter built into it filled with capsaicin. Of course, no jester outfit would be complete without the jester hat that sits atop David's head slightly tilted to the left. David is running around the crowd trying his damnedest to flash the women around him...but having little to no success because of his unitard.
From amidst the crowd we now catch eye of The Devil Himself Dante Daevain. With a smile on his face, we see Dante dressed in one of his finest off-white silk suits with gold buttons on his shirt and jacket and sporting freshly shined hand-made Italian leather boots. Around Dante's neck are a few well gotten beads. On each arm Dante has a woman. The woman on his left is a red head with a hand-full for a chest. She is wearing a slim red dress and heels. In her right hand, closest to Dante, is a fresh Hand Grenade. In her left, a beignet. On Dante's right arm is a buxom blonde with curves more dangerous than the roads of Italy. She is dressed in a short blue dress with matching heels and has her hair in a ponytail. In her left hand is another fresh Hand Grenade. In her right hand is, you guessed it, another beignet.
Walking behind and to the right of Dante is the prettiest and most stunning new face that we have ever laid eyes on. Wearing a black tube dress adorned with red skull and crossbones, black lace-up arm gloves and black combat boots is none other than The Pac's newest addition - Ashley Jenkins. 'Jynx' has hear silky black hair in a low ponytail and smirk on her face as she completely ignores advances from the drunken masses surrounding.
Dante: "Ahh! Business is good, I say. Nothing like a business trip to the heart and soul of the Mardi Gras Carnivale!"
As Dante takes in the atmosphere around him we can hear the painful screams of random party goers as David has managed to spray them in the eyes with his capsaicin laced scepter. David avoids being caught by anyone due to his unholy size and just slips in and out of the crowd, gathering victim after victim.
Dante: "You know, ladies, this is the season of sacrifice...no worries, I left my knife in my other suit...but it had me thinking...I do believe that The Devil Himself will be giving something up for this season of Lent..."
Hearing this, 'Jynx' speaks up...
Ashley: "You?! You...You're going to give up something for Lent?"
Dante turns his head around to face Ashley with a smirk on his face as the entourage strolls down Bourbon Street.
Dante: "Indeed I am!"
Ashley: "Must I even ask?"
There is a small pause.
Dante: "Failure."
Ashley rolls her eyes a bit at what Dante said.
Ashley: "Failure?"
Dante: "Failure. After these past two weeks...It is my resolve to never fail again. Once is enough..."
Dante and Ashley share a quick chuckle as the two of them, and the ladies, continue their stroll.
Dante: "The sun may not be shining, but you know...strangely...and hauntingly..I have managed to find favor in the one that The Devil Himself has great differences with...The last few hours have been kind to The Devil Himself..for where a glimmer of hope shines...there lies a chance..of escaping this living Heaven that my life has become..."
Dante shoots a quick gaze upwards.
Dante: "...thanks..."
After shuddering a little, Dante leans over to the girl on his right and begins to drink from the fresh Hand Grenade in disgust...downing the entire thing. After displaying joy from this, Dante casually cops a feel from the very same girl. She does not seem to mind one bit as she smiles at Dante. The P.C.W. camera crew is continually following Dante now as he finally addresses their presence.
Dante: "Do you know what The Devil Himself cannot stand?"
There is a brief pause before the red head on Dante's left speaks up.
Red Head: Kittens?
Dante raises his left arm upwards and extends his pointer finger to place over the red head's lips in a shushing manner.
Dante: "Ignorance. Foolishness. An over-inflated sense of being..."
The blonde now speaks up.
Blonde: ...Those were big words!
Dante now raises his right arm upwards and extends his pointer in the same fashion as for the red head...in a shushing manner.
Dante: "But do you know what The Devil Himself loves? False senses of hope and security."
Dante leads the entourage over to a sidewalk area where there is a break in the crowd. Ashley parks herself next to the outside wall of the bar that they stand outside of with her arms crossed as Dante and the ladies follow suit...only not crossing their arms. Dante nudges the blonde on his right and points to the beads around his neck. The blonde wastes no time in flashing Dante the goods before he hands over a set of beads with a smirk on his face.
Dante: "Damon. Liam. You two have such false hope coming into Saint Valentine's Massacre. You two believe yourselves to be the next big thing here in P.C.W...You believe that just because you came back with gun blazing and managed to do away with piss-ant people that you are something special. It takes much more than an extensive knowledge of board games and an elaborate vocabulary to be special in P.C.W. You to should have known that..but it seems that you have forgotten."
"Before the two of you witless dreamers decided to step back into the scene and go all El Generico on the world...The Pac made a name for itself. The Pac proved time and time again that we were the force to behold. We are the standard of the term 'team' in this business. Regardless of personnel changes, The Pac is still the same...you can count on that."
"You two seem to think that you can waltz up into the Phillips Arena and successfully do what no other team has done...beat The Pac. No, you heard that right, gentlemen. No misspoken words...no stuttering. As a team The Pac has never been beaten. You would be hard pressed to try and convince the world that a The Pac existed in Vancouver...I would not go there..Fair warning."
Dante shakes his finger at the camera.
"What makes the two of you worthy to beat The Pac? You are obviously ill prepared for our upcoming encounter...There is no passion or heart behind any of your shallow words and threats...Hell, the two of you sure never displayed that 'team spirit' you claim to have. Such a joke the two of you are...and we do not even have to mention your atrocious pride problem...or your over inflated sense of superiority..."
"But because it amuses The Devil Himself...we will mention them. So Pride...My very favorite sin. Damon, to think that you have back The Devil Himself into a corner with no option other than defeat..is just foolish. In fact, foolish is putting it lightly. Asinine and preposterous don't even seem to do your words justice either. You are being straight nonsensical, Damon. Let us go grab a shovel and fish that head of yours out of your ass so that maybe you can think straight for once. It is the least that I could do for you."
Dante smirks.
"Your pride, Damon, is really causing some problems for your 'team'. It has led you to believe that Order and Chaos holds an advantage going into Saint Valentine's Massacre. It has led you to think that there is no way you can lose."
Dante pauses briefly.
"Answer me this, Damon. How can one win if one is not holding a single card? Believe it, guys. The Devil Himself holds the entire deck of cards in the palm of his hand. We are playing poker..and this is a stacked deck."
"The problem that you think you have figured out - is really a problem for the two of you, Damon. Going into Saint Valentine's Massacre...The Devil Himself knows who his partner is...you say you do..but you do not. It could be that ever so elusive, and rather troublesome midget that everyone seems to love, or it could be the ever so lovely and stunning Ashley. It could even be someone that has never graced the hallowed halls of a P.C.W. arena. You do not know..and to think otherwise is utter folly...So why not have some fun, huh?"
Dante motions for the camera crew to focus on Ashley. Standing against the wall with her arms still crossed, Ashley pierces the camera with her lovely violet eyes and chuckles.
Ashley: "I don't think that fun even begins to cover it, Dante. I think this is straight up cruel and torturous. But that aside, Dante has the most excellent point...What give two rust jobs like Damon and Liam the right to think that they have any kind of upper hand going into Atlanta? Just because they have managed to beat some upstarts to become 'men of their words' means absolutely dick to the likes of The Pac. I, myself, may be new...but at least I am no stranger to the likes of Dante and his ways. I am the Daughter of Death itself. I know a thing or two about having those around me suffer...Come Atlanta, Order and Chaos may just be around me to experience that suffer."
Dante simply applauds the effort displayed by 'Jynx'.
Dante: "Bravo, my dear. Bravo! Liam. Damon. Admit it, the two of you are sweating now..on the verge of pissing your very pants. You just do not know what is going to happen come Saint Valentine's Massacre. You are scared...and really, you should be. I mean, after Damon got himself schooled in a battle of words by a retarded midget with a five word vocabulary...you might want to re-think on how unprepared the two of your really are..."
Dante fishes out a tape recorder from his inside jacket pocket and holds it out.
Dante: "Oh, and speaking of a retarded midget with a five word vocabulary...I took the liberty to get a few more thoughts from him going into Atlanta...Take a listen..."
Dante presses play on the recorder. After a few seconds of static and sounds of fumbling around..Sir David's voice can clearly be heard on the tape.
Sir David: PIZZA PIZZA BIG MAC SUPER TACO PIZZA Mac super taco Taco!!....SUUUUUUPERRRRRRRRR TACCCCOOOOOOO!!!! Taco Super mac pizza Mac mac Taco Taco...Super Super super pizza mac taco super pizza taco. Taco taco Super super super Taco taco pizza Mac mac super taco biiiig mac supperrrr SUPER pizza taco....PIzza suPER taco taco MAC PIZZA TACO pizza taco taco biG MaC pizza taco superrrrr....Big mac pizza taco super pizza taco mac taco TACO Taco taCO BIg SUper mac taco pizza PIZZA mac tacoooo!!...Taco super MAC BiiiiG pizzzzzza Pizza piZZA taco Taco SUPER sUPer taco Taco taco Big Mac Pizza Mac....
Another voice is heard on the recording...
Voice: Dang it! Hold on! Got to get the translation going!...
After a few more seconds of fiddling around...the same translation voice for David from before is heard...
Translation Voice: This thing's on? Damn! Warn me next time! *clears throat* ...So this Pay-Per-View...This Massacre. It's right up on us, ain't it? Too bad for Order and Chaos that they'll be shown up by the greatest Abridged Ass-Kicker to grace the world of...what do we do, again? Badminton? Zorbing? Wrestling! That's the one!
...Don't forget my cheeseburger, bitches. And while you're at it you might as well get used to the fact that the true unstoppable and indestructible force in this confrontation...that would be The Pint-Sized Powerhouse..the one and only Taco King himself...Big Bird! Wait..No! Me! Me, damn it! I am the one that is going to hold down the likes of Order and Chaos. It will be I that tea bags them into unquestionable submission!
...What's it feel like, guys? Is it like a feather tickling your crack? Is it like that warm stuff going down Damon's throat every Tuesday afternoon at three in the afternoon? Is it...like a Taco? Whatever it's like, guys, the two of you have shown yourselves as gluttons for punishment. Lucky for you the Barbed-Wire Brawler is in the business of kissing..kicking ass! I'll bring the step ladder...you bring the ass. Do the math.
Dante cuts the tape recorder off as David's interpretation ends. Almost immediately Dante's brand new iPhone rings. Dante puts the tape recorder back into his jacket pocket and then fishes out his phone and answers it.
Dante: "Dante, may I help you?"
Dante pauses to listen.
Dante: "Ohh! Well, it just so happens that I can certainly help you. One moment, please."
Dante takes the phone from his ear and then places it on speaker phone. After smirking at the camera, Dante holds his phone up to the camera so that the world can hear, very clearly, an over-dubbed voice.
Dubbed Voice: You know something, Dante isn't the only one fate and karma have decided to royally screw over this week. Of all the people Dante has to call because of his current predicament, its me. Not just that, but while I'm on vacation. Seriously, of all the times to ask for a favor its while they're enjoying time off from work and drudgery to indulge in carnal pleasures. I swear whoever is responsible for this shall pay dearly and painfully for this.
There is a slight pause as we hear a sigh over the phone.
Voice: However there is a measure of pleasure that I am taking from this. For once in my life I have The Devil Himself at MY mercy. I am the ray of hope in Dante Daevain's miserable existence that may or may not deliver him from the minuscule menace of a partner he has found himself saddled with. I may need to record this for posterity.
There is over-dubbed laughter from the other end of the phone.
Voice: But to reiterate an earlier point, Dante has asked but I make no guarantees. I may be there or I may not. It all depends on my "busy" schedule. It's not like I need any extra conditioning or anything seeing as I have endeavored to keep myself in such good shape that Adonis himself would feel insecure about his appearance...
...Oh but never mind all that.
Voice: There is always a method to the madness, an order to the chaos. Wouldn't you agree Damon? Liam, do you? Damon...For one who loves order and chaos you wasted no time running to the Catholic church in hopes that it would free you from a devil despite knowing that their methods have been useless against his power for centuries. It's that institution that Dante has spent his entire career making a mockery of and you run to it for salvation? You are a fool, Damon.
There is more over-dubbed laughter.
Voice: Do you honestly think that you and Liam are the first to think of that? Do you honestly think you and Liam are the first to marry contradictions in order to frighten and confuse the ignorant masses? What have you two done that no one else has tried before? What makes the two of you so special that I should interrupt my vacation to help Dante deal with you? The answer to all of those questions is nothing.
We now hear a reassured sigh.
Voice: The Proverbs state that a fool is known by the multitude of their words and by their refusal to heed the voice of wisdom. From what I have seen you two will have to show me far more than what you have to prove yourselves anything other than fools in my eyes.
Voice: So by all means, partake of the Holy Eucharist, bring your crucifixes and your rosaries. Invoke the name of Mary and Jesus and whatever saint you want to say your pathetic prayers to. At Saint Valentine's Massacre you will be in Hell and not even God himself will help you there.
We hear a click on the speaker of the phone as the other line is hung up. Dante puts his phone back into his pocket and just smiles at the camera while copping another feel..this time on the red head. Once finished, Dante lets out a quick laugh.
Dante: "So. Who is it, guys? Any of them? None of them? The world will only know in Atlanta."
Dante smirks as he chuckles again.
Dante: "The Devil Himself could not help but notice that the 'team' of Order and Chaos is a man short as of right now. Where, oh where are you, Liam? No doubt you are probably sitting in a lonesome room outside of a wrestling ring contemplating good and hard about the nonsense that will come out of your mouth. Why keep the world in suspense? Let it out already!"
Dante laughs sadistically and maniacally.
"I'm just playing with you, Liam...you take all the time you need to work up the courage to address The Devil Himself. In the meantime...I will go ahead and start this show off the right way..."
"...You once talked of mediocrity, ignorance, and barbarism? Liam, you know good and well that Order and Chaos use this as their slogan. You are no different than any other self professed 'team' that this company has ever offered to The Pac. You are not above the cut, you are not the pinnacle of anything...except the textbook definition of mediocrity at its finest. That was short and sweet. I have no need to expand on the ignorance that you and Damon have displayed over time, though...so I will just move on."
Dante grabs the attention of a girl passing by and tosses her some beads while she flashes him the goods. Dante winks at the camera after this...
"Barbarism is just something that is a matter of opinion. Obviously your opinion differs from the norm...but, then again, your opinion is your right. But nothing..and I repeat..nothing that Order and Chaos does, or doesn't do, is acceptable. Your ways are long gone. Accept this and move on. The family that you left is no longer here..."
Dante shakes his head slowly.
"Liam, let you and I get one thing straight. The Devil Himself is not your family...The Devil Himself is the enemy of your enemy..but I am not your friend. Business has dictated otherwise...and business is far better than friendship...A shame you and Damon had to be in the way of business..."
Dante shrugs.
"Your cause is just...but your timing - too late. The Pac has already ushered in the new era of P.C.W. We stormed the castle long before the two of you arrived with your yard stick ponies and tin foil armor. There is no more castle. There is no more war for you, gentlemen. It is time for you to go home while the time is still available to you."
Dante lets out a loud 'HA!'.
"But we all know you will not go home. The two of you will foolishly stay and try to fight. You escaped the initial line of defense...and although I serve no man, or entity for that matter, outside of myself...The Bulge stops here. The Pac, we stand for something far greater than anything your petty mind can conjure up...You fight to keep the business from 'changing'...Only fools and cowards are scared of change. You - are scared of change. You are scared that you just will not be able to keep up with the times. You are scared that you will be a forgotten tale...well, a tale can only be as good as its characters...and your character is immensely lacking. At this point in time Remy and Logan will have a greater tale than even the likes of Order and Chaos."
"Times have changed, Liam. You know it. The Devil Himself knows it. The Devil Himself is not afraid to admit that he has changed over time...It is how the world keeps on spinning. By all means if you would like the world to stop spinning - then die. You bring nothing to this world if you do not keep it spinning. You simply lack the resources and the gall to succeed...that is why you are fighting. You do not know anything else to do. I have seen many just like you, Liam. I would call you a dime a dozen...but you are much more common than that...You are nothing new to The Devil Himself. You possess an over inflated sense of belonging to this world...yet you contribute nothing."
Ashley is seen checking her watch and motioning to Dante. Dante, in turn, checks his own watch before continuing on.
"You desire to know the true definition of trash? Stand in the mirror and take a picture so that it will last longer. Your misguided sense of right in this world has sent you on a fool's errand."
Dante and company begin a short walk towards Canal Street.
"Have you any idea what the mission of The Pac is, Liam? We rid trash from places like P.C.W...We take those that have nothing constructive to contribute to this world..and we burn them as compost to build the future. Order and Chaos are not the future in this business. The Pac is. Try not to get too much dirt on your face."
Now at the intersection of Canal Street and Bourbon Street, Dante hails a cab. A cab quickly pulls up next to Dante who opens the door and then turns back around to the camera.
"Dirty work is nothing pretty, gentlemen. But The Devil Himself is not above sullying his hands for the sake of progress. Keep in mind, though, that come Saint Valentine's Massacre what you think matters, in fact, does not. You come in to Atlanta with no advantage. No aces in the hole. No hope what-so-ever...and nothing to offer that anyone hasn't already offered. All in all, The Devil Himself will indeed assist you in Atlanta. He will help you to shed light on the failures that you truly are. He will help you to discover your complete worthlessness."
With this, Dante takes the remaining Hand Grenade from the red head and downs it as she and the blonde both enter the cab. Dante throws the empty Grenade container on the street behind him as he courteously motions for Ashley to enter the cab before him. Ashely smiles at Dante as he then turns around one last time to the camera and winks before getting into the cab and driving off...Leaving Sir David on Bourbon Street. Our scene fades out.
"This has been one Hell of a week. For once in my life, Fate and Karma decided to meet up and they royally played Dominatrix with my existence. And who is to blame?? Premium Championship Wrestling's very own General Manager James Baker...Whatever they payed you, it was not enough...Karma, that bitch, decided that after six thousand years of tormenting mankind..it was time to pay the piper. THAT BITCH!....So, the last time The Devil Himself found himself humbled in this manner...I think it was in Georgia...and I believe it involved a fiddle. But what makes this thing worse is the fact that these two entities..Karma and Fate..after this entire week...have bestowed upon me...that 'M' word...
...I hate mercy..."
There is still no scene, but we can sense Dante calming himself down...
"I believe that Jek Porkins said it best: I got a problem here...I can hold it! No, I'm alright!...Now, they would be the very last to admit this, but Liam and Damon are in too deep. Their warning light is flashing..and beeping. They cannot pull up and they cannot reach the eject button. How fortunate for them that The Devil Himself is ready, willing, and able to assist them. After the past two weeks The Devil Himself is ready to dispense some torment and pain, willing to appropriate some much needed life lessons - particularly the ones dealing with humility...and more than able to re-enforce every word that I say. Come Valentine's Massacre there is only one thing that you and Liam should do, Damon...Expect no mercy from the likes of The Devil Himself."
~~~Random flashback...~~~
The crickets are chirping, the wind can be heard rustling through the trees...and the footsteps of a man can be heard crackling the leaves beneath his feet as the scene comes to life. The darkness surrounds The Devil Himself Dante Daevain as he traverses through the woods, seemingly with no set destination. With his hands in the pockets of his off-white silk pants, Dante breaths in the damp, musky air of Georgia as he strolls along his way. Stopping to admire the night sky, Dante takes a quick look around and then smirks to the camera. With no warning, out from behind a couple of nearby trees, two figures emerge from the darkness. Dressed in street clothes, a simple black t-shirt, black jeans and simple black boots is, surprisingly, David the Midget. In his hand is a case... Blending in with the darkness, dressed in his patented black suit with a crimson red tie and polished leather shoes is a man whom we have not seen before. With a small chuckle, Dante gestures for them to follow him on his stroll through the woods. After a short while of silence and walking, the two and a half men finally come upon a quaint little abode. Sitting outside of this humble place of residence is a man, a stocky fellow who obviously gets his workouts by doing his outdoor chores. Sitting in a rocking chair and playing a fiddle, this quiet man is enjoying the serenity that the night has to offer him. Without so much as a word, Dante and his compatriots approach the man and begin to strike up a conversation.
Dante (in his best Southern accent) : "Howdy, stranger."
The man looks up from his fiddle playing and addresses the men standing before him.
Man: "Howdy, men. What can I do ya for?"
Dante steps forward a couple of steps.
Dante: "Well, I was passing nearby and I couldn't help but take note that you lack the comfort of some friendly company."
Man: "I guess you could say. What brings you gentlemen all the way out here?"
Dante: "Nothin' in particular. Might we join ya?"
Man: "Sure. I don't see no harm or foul in havin' some company. Where you fella's from?"
Dante: "Michigan."
Man: "Lord have mercy... (Dante slightly shutters) ...What ever possessed you gentlemen to come all the way out here, I'll never know."
Dante: "...I'm gonna take a wild stab at this, and correct me if I'm wrong...you look like a Johnny to me."
Man: "Well that sure was a lucky guess, stranger. The name's certainly Johnny."
The men all laugh together.
Dante: "Well, to save you the breath...You may call me Dante."
Johnny: "Well, a pleasure to meet ya, Dante."
Dante simply nods, eying Johnny's fiddle.
Dante: "That's sure a nice fiddle ya got there. Made of hickory?"
Johnny: "Yep. 'Bout the only thing we got 'round these parts. Made it myself, too."
Dante: "Very nice. Say, I happen to have a fiddle of my own...a solid gold fiddle that was specially made to show off. What'd'ya say we have a bit of a friendly competition?"
Johnny laughs a bit.
Johnny: "Alright, Dante. But I gotta warn ya that I'm pretty good at this fiddlin' stuff."
Dante: "So I hear. How 'bout we make a lil wager: You win, you get my gold fiddle. I win: I get somethin' of yours. Sound fair?"
Johnny: "I'll take ya up on that, Dante. You don't gotta name anything ya want in particular 'cause I just don't think you'll win our lil wager."
Dante chuckles a bit as David waddles over and brings him the case and opens it up, the fiddle's radiance lighting up the area around the case.
Dante (as he leans down to pick up the fiddle) : "I'll start this show...Oh, and don't worry. I'll only ask for somethin' simple..."
In mid sentence, Dante swiftly swings the solid gold fiddle at Johnny, hitting him square in the head, rendering him unconscious.
Dante: "Your life."
Dante takes a few steps more towards the lifeless body of Johnny, standing over him and chuckling. Dante raises the fiddle over his own head and brings it down swiftly on Johnny's head, this time with a stomach churning crunch. With a satisfied look on his face, Dante puts the fiddle back into its case, just as stainless as he brought it out. With the deed done, Dante and his two compatriots walk back off into the night, disappearing in the darkness. The scene then fades.
~~~Fat Tuesday - New Orleans, Louisiana~~~
Our scene opens slowly and we find ourselves in the only place to be on this particular day - Bourbon Street in the heart of downtown New Orleans. The street is packed with party goers and thrill seekers from all over. Music from numerous bars bleed over each other as everyone has a grand ole time. Beads litter the street and the adultery abounds everywhere. Paradise. As the PCW camera crew that was called to the area scans the crowd, we first catch a glimpse of none other than David the Retarded Midget. David is dressed in a child size unitard jester suit with Mardi Gras colors. In his right hand he is carrying a toy scepter that has a squirter built into it filled with capsaicin. Of course, no jester outfit would be complete without the jester hat that sits atop David's head slightly tilted to the left. David is running around the crowd trying his damnedest to flash the women around him...but having little to no success because of his unitard.
From amidst the crowd we now catch eye of The Devil Himself Dante Daevain. With a smile on his face, we see Dante dressed in one of his finest off-white silk suits with gold buttons on his shirt and jacket and sporting freshly shined hand-made Italian leather boots. Around Dante's neck are a few well gotten beads. On each arm Dante has a woman. The woman on his left is a red head with a hand-full for a chest. She is wearing a slim red dress and heels. In her right hand, closest to Dante, is a fresh Hand Grenade. In her left, a beignet. On Dante's right arm is a buxom blonde with curves more dangerous than the roads of Italy. She is dressed in a short blue dress with matching heels and has her hair in a ponytail. In her left hand is another fresh Hand Grenade. In her right hand is, you guessed it, another beignet.
Walking behind and to the right of Dante is the prettiest and most stunning new face that we have ever laid eyes on. Wearing a black tube dress adorned with red skull and crossbones, black lace-up arm gloves and black combat boots is none other than The Pac's newest addition - Ashley Jenkins. 'Jynx' has hear silky black hair in a low ponytail and smirk on her face as she completely ignores advances from the drunken masses surrounding.
Dante: "Ahh! Business is good, I say. Nothing like a business trip to the heart and soul of the Mardi Gras Carnivale!"
As Dante takes in the atmosphere around him we can hear the painful screams of random party goers as David has managed to spray them in the eyes with his capsaicin laced scepter. David avoids being caught by anyone due to his unholy size and just slips in and out of the crowd, gathering victim after victim.
Dante: "You know, ladies, this is the season of sacrifice...no worries, I left my knife in my other suit...but it had me thinking...I do believe that The Devil Himself will be giving something up for this season of Lent..."
Hearing this, 'Jynx' speaks up...
Ashley: "You?! You...You're going to give up something for Lent?"
Dante turns his head around to face Ashley with a smirk on his face as the entourage strolls down Bourbon Street.
Dante: "Indeed I am!"
Ashley: "Must I even ask?"
There is a small pause.
Dante: "Failure."
Ashley rolls her eyes a bit at what Dante said.
Ashley: "Failure?"
Dante: "Failure. After these past two weeks...It is my resolve to never fail again. Once is enough..."
Dante and Ashley share a quick chuckle as the two of them, and the ladies, continue their stroll.
Dante: "The sun may not be shining, but you know...strangely...and hauntingly..I have managed to find favor in the one that The Devil Himself has great differences with...The last few hours have been kind to The Devil Himself..for where a glimmer of hope shines...there lies a chance..of escaping this living Heaven that my life has become..."
Dante shoots a quick gaze upwards.
Dante: "...thanks..."
After shuddering a little, Dante leans over to the girl on his right and begins to drink from the fresh Hand Grenade in disgust...downing the entire thing. After displaying joy from this, Dante casually cops a feel from the very same girl. She does not seem to mind one bit as she smiles at Dante. The P.C.W. camera crew is continually following Dante now as he finally addresses their presence.
Dante: "Do you know what The Devil Himself cannot stand?"
There is a brief pause before the red head on Dante's left speaks up.
Red Head: Kittens?
Dante raises his left arm upwards and extends his pointer finger to place over the red head's lips in a shushing manner.
Dante: "Ignorance. Foolishness. An over-inflated sense of being..."
The blonde now speaks up.
Blonde: ...Those were big words!
Dante now raises his right arm upwards and extends his pointer in the same fashion as for the red head...in a shushing manner.
Dante: "But do you know what The Devil Himself loves? False senses of hope and security."
Dante leads the entourage over to a sidewalk area where there is a break in the crowd. Ashley parks herself next to the outside wall of the bar that they stand outside of with her arms crossed as Dante and the ladies follow suit...only not crossing their arms. Dante nudges the blonde on his right and points to the beads around his neck. The blonde wastes no time in flashing Dante the goods before he hands over a set of beads with a smirk on his face.
Dante: "Damon. Liam. You two have such false hope coming into Saint Valentine's Massacre. You two believe yourselves to be the next big thing here in P.C.W...You believe that just because you came back with gun blazing and managed to do away with piss-ant people that you are something special. It takes much more than an extensive knowledge of board games and an elaborate vocabulary to be special in P.C.W. You to should have known that..but it seems that you have forgotten."
"Before the two of you witless dreamers decided to step back into the scene and go all El Generico on the world...The Pac made a name for itself. The Pac proved time and time again that we were the force to behold. We are the standard of the term 'team' in this business. Regardless of personnel changes, The Pac is still the same...you can count on that."
"You two seem to think that you can waltz up into the Phillips Arena and successfully do what no other team has done...beat The Pac. No, you heard that right, gentlemen. No misspoken words...no stuttering. As a team The Pac has never been beaten. You would be hard pressed to try and convince the world that a The Pac existed in Vancouver...I would not go there..Fair warning."
Dante shakes his finger at the camera.
"What makes the two of you worthy to beat The Pac? You are obviously ill prepared for our upcoming encounter...There is no passion or heart behind any of your shallow words and threats...Hell, the two of you sure never displayed that 'team spirit' you claim to have. Such a joke the two of you are...and we do not even have to mention your atrocious pride problem...or your over inflated sense of superiority..."
"But because it amuses The Devil Himself...we will mention them. So Pride...My very favorite sin. Damon, to think that you have back The Devil Himself into a corner with no option other than defeat..is just foolish. In fact, foolish is putting it lightly. Asinine and preposterous don't even seem to do your words justice either. You are being straight nonsensical, Damon. Let us go grab a shovel and fish that head of yours out of your ass so that maybe you can think straight for once. It is the least that I could do for you."
Dante smirks.
"Your pride, Damon, is really causing some problems for your 'team'. It has led you to believe that Order and Chaos holds an advantage going into Saint Valentine's Massacre. It has led you to think that there is no way you can lose."
Dante pauses briefly.
"Answer me this, Damon. How can one win if one is not holding a single card? Believe it, guys. The Devil Himself holds the entire deck of cards in the palm of his hand. We are playing poker..and this is a stacked deck."
"The problem that you think you have figured out - is really a problem for the two of you, Damon. Going into Saint Valentine's Massacre...The Devil Himself knows who his partner is...you say you do..but you do not. It could be that ever so elusive, and rather troublesome midget that everyone seems to love, or it could be the ever so lovely and stunning Ashley. It could even be someone that has never graced the hallowed halls of a P.C.W. arena. You do not know..and to think otherwise is utter folly...So why not have some fun, huh?"
Dante motions for the camera crew to focus on Ashley. Standing against the wall with her arms still crossed, Ashley pierces the camera with her lovely violet eyes and chuckles.
Ashley: "I don't think that fun even begins to cover it, Dante. I think this is straight up cruel and torturous. But that aside, Dante has the most excellent point...What give two rust jobs like Damon and Liam the right to think that they have any kind of upper hand going into Atlanta? Just because they have managed to beat some upstarts to become 'men of their words' means absolutely dick to the likes of The Pac. I, myself, may be new...but at least I am no stranger to the likes of Dante and his ways. I am the Daughter of Death itself. I know a thing or two about having those around me suffer...Come Atlanta, Order and Chaos may just be around me to experience that suffer."
Dante simply applauds the effort displayed by 'Jynx'.
Dante: "Bravo, my dear. Bravo! Liam. Damon. Admit it, the two of you are sweating now..on the verge of pissing your very pants. You just do not know what is going to happen come Saint Valentine's Massacre. You are scared...and really, you should be. I mean, after Damon got himself schooled in a battle of words by a retarded midget with a five word vocabulary...you might want to re-think on how unprepared the two of your really are..."
Dante fishes out a tape recorder from his inside jacket pocket and holds it out.
Dante: "Oh, and speaking of a retarded midget with a five word vocabulary...I took the liberty to get a few more thoughts from him going into Atlanta...Take a listen..."
Dante presses play on the recorder. After a few seconds of static and sounds of fumbling around..Sir David's voice can clearly be heard on the tape.
Sir David: PIZZA PIZZA BIG MAC SUPER TACO PIZZA Mac super taco Taco!!....SUUUUUUPERRRRRRRRR TACCCCOOOOOOO!!!! Taco Super mac pizza Mac mac Taco Taco...Super Super super pizza mac taco super pizza taco. Taco taco Super super super Taco taco pizza Mac mac super taco biiiig mac supperrrr SUPER pizza taco....PIzza suPER taco taco MAC PIZZA TACO pizza taco taco biG MaC pizza taco superrrrr....Big mac pizza taco super pizza taco mac taco TACO Taco taCO BIg SUper mac taco pizza PIZZA mac tacoooo!!...Taco super MAC BiiiiG pizzzzzza Pizza piZZA taco Taco SUPER sUPer taco Taco taco Big Mac Pizza Mac....
Another voice is heard on the recording...
Voice: Dang it! Hold on! Got to get the translation going!...
After a few more seconds of fiddling around...the same translation voice for David from before is heard...
Translation Voice: This thing's on? Damn! Warn me next time! *clears throat* ...So this Pay-Per-View...This Massacre. It's right up on us, ain't it? Too bad for Order and Chaos that they'll be shown up by the greatest Abridged Ass-Kicker to grace the world of...what do we do, again? Badminton? Zorbing? Wrestling! That's the one!
...Don't forget my cheeseburger, bitches. And while you're at it you might as well get used to the fact that the true unstoppable and indestructible force in this confrontation...that would be The Pint-Sized Powerhouse..the one and only Taco King himself...Big Bird! Wait..No! Me! Me, damn it! I am the one that is going to hold down the likes of Order and Chaos. It will be I that tea bags them into unquestionable submission!
...What's it feel like, guys? Is it like a feather tickling your crack? Is it like that warm stuff going down Damon's throat every Tuesday afternoon at three in the afternoon? Is it...like a Taco? Whatever it's like, guys, the two of you have shown yourselves as gluttons for punishment. Lucky for you the Barbed-Wire Brawler is in the business of kissing..kicking ass! I'll bring the step ladder...you bring the ass. Do the math.
Dante cuts the tape recorder off as David's interpretation ends. Almost immediately Dante's brand new iPhone rings. Dante puts the tape recorder back into his jacket pocket and then fishes out his phone and answers it.
Dante: "Dante, may I help you?"
Dante pauses to listen.
Dante: "Ohh! Well, it just so happens that I can certainly help you. One moment, please."
Dante takes the phone from his ear and then places it on speaker phone. After smirking at the camera, Dante holds his phone up to the camera so that the world can hear, very clearly, an over-dubbed voice.
Dubbed Voice: You know something, Dante isn't the only one fate and karma have decided to royally screw over this week. Of all the people Dante has to call because of his current predicament, its me. Not just that, but while I'm on vacation. Seriously, of all the times to ask for a favor its while they're enjoying time off from work and drudgery to indulge in carnal pleasures. I swear whoever is responsible for this shall pay dearly and painfully for this.
There is a slight pause as we hear a sigh over the phone.
Voice: However there is a measure of pleasure that I am taking from this. For once in my life I have The Devil Himself at MY mercy. I am the ray of hope in Dante Daevain's miserable existence that may or may not deliver him from the minuscule menace of a partner he has found himself saddled with. I may need to record this for posterity.
There is over-dubbed laughter from the other end of the phone.
Voice: But to reiterate an earlier point, Dante has asked but I make no guarantees. I may be there or I may not. It all depends on my "busy" schedule. It's not like I need any extra conditioning or anything seeing as I have endeavored to keep myself in such good shape that Adonis himself would feel insecure about his appearance...
...Oh but never mind all that.
Voice: There is always a method to the madness, an order to the chaos. Wouldn't you agree Damon? Liam, do you? Damon...For one who loves order and chaos you wasted no time running to the Catholic church in hopes that it would free you from a devil despite knowing that their methods have been useless against his power for centuries. It's that institution that Dante has spent his entire career making a mockery of and you run to it for salvation? You are a fool, Damon.
There is more over-dubbed laughter.
Voice: Do you honestly think that you and Liam are the first to think of that? Do you honestly think you and Liam are the first to marry contradictions in order to frighten and confuse the ignorant masses? What have you two done that no one else has tried before? What makes the two of you so special that I should interrupt my vacation to help Dante deal with you? The answer to all of those questions is nothing.
We now hear a reassured sigh.
Voice: The Proverbs state that a fool is known by the multitude of their words and by their refusal to heed the voice of wisdom. From what I have seen you two will have to show me far more than what you have to prove yourselves anything other than fools in my eyes.
Voice: So by all means, partake of the Holy Eucharist, bring your crucifixes and your rosaries. Invoke the name of Mary and Jesus and whatever saint you want to say your pathetic prayers to. At Saint Valentine's Massacre you will be in Hell and not even God himself will help you there.
We hear a click on the speaker of the phone as the other line is hung up. Dante puts his phone back into his pocket and just smiles at the camera while copping another feel..this time on the red head. Once finished, Dante lets out a quick laugh.
Dante: "So. Who is it, guys? Any of them? None of them? The world will only know in Atlanta."
Dante smirks as he chuckles again.
Dante: "The Devil Himself could not help but notice that the 'team' of Order and Chaos is a man short as of right now. Where, oh where are you, Liam? No doubt you are probably sitting in a lonesome room outside of a wrestling ring contemplating good and hard about the nonsense that will come out of your mouth. Why keep the world in suspense? Let it out already!"
Dante laughs sadistically and maniacally.
"I'm just playing with you, Liam...you take all the time you need to work up the courage to address The Devil Himself. In the meantime...I will go ahead and start this show off the right way..."
"...You once talked of mediocrity, ignorance, and barbarism? Liam, you know good and well that Order and Chaos use this as their slogan. You are no different than any other self professed 'team' that this company has ever offered to The Pac. You are not above the cut, you are not the pinnacle of anything...except the textbook definition of mediocrity at its finest. That was short and sweet. I have no need to expand on the ignorance that you and Damon have displayed over time, though...so I will just move on."
Dante grabs the attention of a girl passing by and tosses her some beads while she flashes him the goods. Dante winks at the camera after this...
"Barbarism is just something that is a matter of opinion. Obviously your opinion differs from the norm...but, then again, your opinion is your right. But nothing..and I repeat..nothing that Order and Chaos does, or doesn't do, is acceptable. Your ways are long gone. Accept this and move on. The family that you left is no longer here..."
Dante shakes his head slowly.
"Liam, let you and I get one thing straight. The Devil Himself is not your family...The Devil Himself is the enemy of your enemy..but I am not your friend. Business has dictated otherwise...and business is far better than friendship...A shame you and Damon had to be in the way of business..."
Dante shrugs.
"Your cause is just...but your timing - too late. The Pac has already ushered in the new era of P.C.W. We stormed the castle long before the two of you arrived with your yard stick ponies and tin foil armor. There is no more castle. There is no more war for you, gentlemen. It is time for you to go home while the time is still available to you."
Dante lets out a loud 'HA!'.
"But we all know you will not go home. The two of you will foolishly stay and try to fight. You escaped the initial line of defense...and although I serve no man, or entity for that matter, outside of myself...The Bulge stops here. The Pac, we stand for something far greater than anything your petty mind can conjure up...You fight to keep the business from 'changing'...Only fools and cowards are scared of change. You - are scared of change. You are scared that you just will not be able to keep up with the times. You are scared that you will be a forgotten tale...well, a tale can only be as good as its characters...and your character is immensely lacking. At this point in time Remy and Logan will have a greater tale than even the likes of Order and Chaos."
"Times have changed, Liam. You know it. The Devil Himself knows it. The Devil Himself is not afraid to admit that he has changed over time...It is how the world keeps on spinning. By all means if you would like the world to stop spinning - then die. You bring nothing to this world if you do not keep it spinning. You simply lack the resources and the gall to succeed...that is why you are fighting. You do not know anything else to do. I have seen many just like you, Liam. I would call you a dime a dozen...but you are much more common than that...You are nothing new to The Devil Himself. You possess an over inflated sense of belonging to this world...yet you contribute nothing."
Ashley is seen checking her watch and motioning to Dante. Dante, in turn, checks his own watch before continuing on.
"You desire to know the true definition of trash? Stand in the mirror and take a picture so that it will last longer. Your misguided sense of right in this world has sent you on a fool's errand."
Dante and company begin a short walk towards Canal Street.
"Have you any idea what the mission of The Pac is, Liam? We rid trash from places like P.C.W...We take those that have nothing constructive to contribute to this world..and we burn them as compost to build the future. Order and Chaos are not the future in this business. The Pac is. Try not to get too much dirt on your face."
Now at the intersection of Canal Street and Bourbon Street, Dante hails a cab. A cab quickly pulls up next to Dante who opens the door and then turns back around to the camera.
"Dirty work is nothing pretty, gentlemen. But The Devil Himself is not above sullying his hands for the sake of progress. Keep in mind, though, that come Saint Valentine's Massacre what you think matters, in fact, does not. You come in to Atlanta with no advantage. No aces in the hole. No hope what-so-ever...and nothing to offer that anyone hasn't already offered. All in all, The Devil Himself will indeed assist you in Atlanta. He will help you to shed light on the failures that you truly are. He will help you to discover your complete worthlessness."
With this, Dante takes the remaining Hand Grenade from the red head and downs it as she and the blonde both enter the cab. Dante throws the empty Grenade container on the street behind him as he courteously motions for Ashley to enter the cab before him. Ashely smiles at Dante as he then turns around one last time to the camera and winks before getting into the cab and driving off...Leaving Sir David on Bourbon Street. Our scene fades out.
