Post by Karl Storm on Aug 28, 2009 22:09:22 GMT -5
The sound of footsteps on metal fills the air for several long moments while the screen remains shrouded in darkness. Eventually the steps stop and only the echoes remain drifting in the void until we hear a familiar voice.
I'm ssso glad you could make it today.
The soft rasping of Zelphyn's voice hisses through the air and for a second the blackness gives way to searing light before the brightness eases to acceptable levels. The scene revealed shows Zelphyn standing before the camera, idly toying a lens cap between his fingers as he grins wolfishly into the camera. Behind D'Athaal stands an ominously shaking crate flanked by two blue jersey wearing flunkies who appear to be identical twins. the camera shifts slightly to the crate and D'Athaal snaps his fingers impatiently until he is the centre of attention once more.
Patience, patience. My package will be revealed in good time, for now we have thingsss we mussst dissscusss.
D'Athaal waves a slender hand, the action results in a clearly disorientated Jeremy Borash being pushed into shot. He rubs his eyes for a moment and shakes his head slowly before he speaks.
Why did I have to be blindfolded?
Ssssecret location.
The bakery?
Yesss.
But--isn't it in the phone book.
You notice too much, Borash. You should be more cautiousss.
Sure, whatever. Quick question before we get to talking about Summer Salvation--what the hell is that?
What the hell isss what?
Borash jabs a finger finger towards a large red pennant that hangs from the ceiling, two crossed snakes are embroidered upon it.
That. What the hell is that!
D'Athaal follows the aim of the finger and cocks his head to one side slightly, turning his gaze from Borash to the pennant and back again several times before answering.
It'sss our logo.
For the bakery?
Yesss, the bakery--certainly not a ssssecret cult dedicated to bringing about a millenia of torment and chaosss in the name of an ancient evil God.
What?
Yesss, the bakery.
No, after that part.
There wasss nothing after that.
I heard-
SSSSSILENCE, you heard nothing!
Okaaaay. So it's the bakery logo?
Yessss.
Have you gone live with it yet?
Not yet, there isss some trouble in communication with the sign people sssso far.
Uh-huh, I think I know what that might be.
Do tell.
Well, because it's a swastika.
A sssswassstika?
Yes, precisely.
Nonsenssse. Poppycock, even.
You don't see it?
Of courssse not.
Take a closer look maybe?
D'Athaal sighs and turns his head a little more to examine the banner, Borash leaning over his shoulder and pointing insistently at it. After a few moments D'Athaal holds up a hand, his index finger pointed at the ceiling.
I sssee
Yes?
Sssnakesss, jussst sssnakesss.
Then why is it red and black?
Becaussse they're coral sssnakesss.
Ridiculousss.
Pardon?
Sorry, it seems to be a little contagious.
Underssstandable. Now shall we disscusss what you came her for?
With a great deal of effort Borash tears his eyes away from the banner and looks at D'Athaal, shrugging slightly as he composes himself.
Very well. This Sunday you have a TV title shot against Wizz Kidd, how do you feel about that hot on the heels of your victory over Triple H?
TV title?
Yes.
Really?
Yes, why?
I appreciate that my dresss isss sssomewhat---flamboyant, but do I really ssstrike anybody asss a TV?
Borash sighs and resists the urge to face palm, settling instead for a few quick deep breaths before responding.
No, it stands for television.
Ahhhh, makesss much more sssenssse.
Right, with that cleared up, what are your thoughts?
My thoughtssss? You truly wish to know my thoughtsss?
A wicked grin splits Zelphyn's lips and he raises a fingertip to idly trace the gouge marks on the side of his face for a moment before responding.
Thisss weekend thingsss mussst change. You sssee, championship beltsss or no I mussst make a point that the windsss of change are blowing through the land of FCW.
I misssed an opportunity with Triple H, content asss I wasss simply to beat him, however beating people will not further the caussse sssufficently. Merely beating people will not erassse the final vestigesss of the cancer that wracked thisss body for sssoo many monthsss.
Wizz Kidd? Pay me heed on thisss day, becausse I tell you now that by hook or by crook I intend to harm you at Ssssummer Sssalvation. Winning and losing? Irrelevant to me. Your title belt? Immaterial to me. You are sssimply to be the firssst sssacrifice offered up in the name of a new dawn, and my venom shall be your undoing.
D'Athaal grins and cocks his head to one side, flickering his tongue out ever so slightly at the camera before turning away from it to gaze at the banner behind him.
Ssswassstika you ssssay?
That's what I see.
Hrm---maybe I could ssstand to go with jusst the one sssnake?
Might well be for the best.
By the way, what's in those vats over there?
You don't want to know. Jussst asssume I'm telling the truth when I ssssay I'm tessssting cutting edge yeassst recipes.
Uh-huh.
OH MY GOD--JESUS--WHAT IS THAT?
I told you not to look.
Christ---it's like the island of Dr. Moreau, but with more feet!
I think thisss interview isss over---be a dear and try not to be sssick on the tiles, I just had thossse cleaned.
End scene.
I'm ssso glad you could make it today.
The soft rasping of Zelphyn's voice hisses through the air and for a second the blackness gives way to searing light before the brightness eases to acceptable levels. The scene revealed shows Zelphyn standing before the camera, idly toying a lens cap between his fingers as he grins wolfishly into the camera. Behind D'Athaal stands an ominously shaking crate flanked by two blue jersey wearing flunkies who appear to be identical twins. the camera shifts slightly to the crate and D'Athaal snaps his fingers impatiently until he is the centre of attention once more.
Patience, patience. My package will be revealed in good time, for now we have thingsss we mussst dissscusss.
D'Athaal waves a slender hand, the action results in a clearly disorientated Jeremy Borash being pushed into shot. He rubs his eyes for a moment and shakes his head slowly before he speaks.
Why did I have to be blindfolded?
Ssssecret location.
The bakery?
Yesss.
But--isn't it in the phone book.
You notice too much, Borash. You should be more cautiousss.
Sure, whatever. Quick question before we get to talking about Summer Salvation--what the hell is that?
What the hell isss what?
Borash jabs a finger finger towards a large red pennant that hangs from the ceiling, two crossed snakes are embroidered upon it.
That. What the hell is that!
D'Athaal follows the aim of the finger and cocks his head to one side slightly, turning his gaze from Borash to the pennant and back again several times before answering.
It'sss our logo.
For the bakery?
Yesss, the bakery--certainly not a ssssecret cult dedicated to bringing about a millenia of torment and chaosss in the name of an ancient evil God.
What?
Yesss, the bakery.
No, after that part.
There wasss nothing after that.
I heard-
SSSSSILENCE, you heard nothing!
Okaaaay. So it's the bakery logo?
Yessss.
Have you gone live with it yet?
Not yet, there isss some trouble in communication with the sign people sssso far.
Uh-huh, I think I know what that might be.
Do tell.
Well, because it's a swastika.
A sssswassstika?
Yes, precisely.
Nonsenssse. Poppycock, even.
You don't see it?
Of courssse not.
Take a closer look maybe?
D'Athaal sighs and turns his head a little more to examine the banner, Borash leaning over his shoulder and pointing insistently at it. After a few moments D'Athaal holds up a hand, his index finger pointed at the ceiling.
I sssee
Yes?
Sssnakesss, jussst sssnakesss.
Then why is it red and black?
Becaussse they're coral sssnakesss.
Ridiculousss.
Pardon?
Sorry, it seems to be a little contagious.
Underssstandable. Now shall we disscusss what you came her for?
With a great deal of effort Borash tears his eyes away from the banner and looks at D'Athaal, shrugging slightly as he composes himself.
Very well. This Sunday you have a TV title shot against Wizz Kidd, how do you feel about that hot on the heels of your victory over Triple H?
TV title?
Yes.
Really?
Yes, why?
I appreciate that my dresss isss sssomewhat---flamboyant, but do I really ssstrike anybody asss a TV?
Borash sighs and resists the urge to face palm, settling instead for a few quick deep breaths before responding.
No, it stands for television.
Ahhhh, makesss much more sssenssse.
Right, with that cleared up, what are your thoughts?
My thoughtssss? You truly wish to know my thoughtsss?
A wicked grin splits Zelphyn's lips and he raises a fingertip to idly trace the gouge marks on the side of his face for a moment before responding.
Thisss weekend thingsss mussst change. You sssee, championship beltsss or no I mussst make a point that the windsss of change are blowing through the land of FCW.
I misssed an opportunity with Triple H, content asss I wasss simply to beat him, however beating people will not further the caussse sssufficently. Merely beating people will not erassse the final vestigesss of the cancer that wracked thisss body for sssoo many monthsss.
Wizz Kidd? Pay me heed on thisss day, becausse I tell you now that by hook or by crook I intend to harm you at Ssssummer Sssalvation. Winning and losing? Irrelevant to me. Your title belt? Immaterial to me. You are sssimply to be the firssst sssacrifice offered up in the name of a new dawn, and my venom shall be your undoing.
D'Athaal grins and cocks his head to one side, flickering his tongue out ever so slightly at the camera before turning away from it to gaze at the banner behind him.
Ssswassstika you ssssay?
That's what I see.
Hrm---maybe I could ssstand to go with jusst the one sssnake?
Might well be for the best.
By the way, what's in those vats over there?
You don't want to know. Jussst asssume I'm telling the truth when I ssssay I'm tessssting cutting edge yeassst recipes.
Uh-huh.
OH MY GOD--JESUS--WHAT IS THAT?
I told you not to look.
Christ---it's like the island of Dr. Moreau, but with more feet!
I think thisss interview isss over---be a dear and try not to be sssick on the tiles, I just had thossse cleaned.
End scene.
