Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2023 22:47:19 GMT -5
The sound of dirt hitting the top of the coffin mixed with chirps from the nearby orchestra of crickets playing their midnight tune. Two bodies lay rotting in one box, one full of embalming fluid the other drained of blood. For weeks Johnny could hear the banging from under his floor boards from the man who killed his dear sweet sister. For weeks he couldn't differentiate if it was his hands or his heart that pounded against the rotting wood. For weeks the stench of a rotting corpse lingered through a house formerly used to house drug abusers before Johnny decided he needed a better hiding ground for the body. He found the body's final resting place in a small box with another girl who wore the name 'Jenny' on her gravestone.
His face twisted and contorted in pure agony. His ghostly eyes locked on a beautifully dressed blonde haired fully developed woman who would forever lay beside him in this life. For every woman who resembled his sister there was a moment of pure torture and now the person who caused that torment would be forced to share his place of rest with someone who resembled the girl he left for dead. This was not justice. This was not peace.
'Let me out!' She screamed in pure terror as the dirt hit the coffin top. 'Please Johnny!'
One in three people are afraid to be buried alive. Because it is something so common among individuals, some parts of the military put their recruits through the act so if they were to become hostages they wouldn’t break. Johnny was one of those lucky recruits.
'Johnny!!' Her screams were like music to Johnny's ears as he began burying Jenny alone in the ground. She banged on the hood of the coffin and cried uncontrollably with fear. Didn't she know Johnny was doing this for her own good? Didn't she know he was only making her stronger?
As the dirt buried the box that held both bodies the past two weeks played like a horror movie in Johnny's mind. He tortured that piece of shit until he died of exhaustion. The son of a bitch was determined to live until his body forsaken him.
First, Johnny waterboarded the man for hours forcing gasped screams out of his rope tied throat. Then, Johnny spent days hanging the man over and over but being careful not to allow his neck to snap under the pressure. Johnny tied the man up to the back of an old ford pickup and drug that worthless flesh bag across an abandoned dirt road, over glass and gravel. Johnny assaulted the man with objects the same way he had assaulted his sister, the only form of lubrication being his blood. Johnny electrocuted the man using old car batteries and barbed wire like something out of a Saw movie.
All this and more Johnny endured himself and spent two weeks doing unto his own personal demon.
'What do you want?!' Jenny's screams broke through the dirt and wood. She never stopped fighting no matter the situation Johnny had her in. She never rolled over and played dead, she always fought.
'I want you to be strong.' Johnny's tone was so low he didn't think Jenny could hear him. 'I want you to stop fighting me.'
Johnny sat atop of the pile of dirt he hadn't used to cover Jenny watching and listening. The banging had stopped and Jenny's voice had slowly turned horse. Now he listened to the mumbling of her speaking to herself just like how Johnny did when he was in her situation.
To prolong silence in the new recruits should they be forced to undergo cruel and unusual punishment for being on the opposed side each signee had to experience torture. Johnny laid in a large box with no noise. He refused to make a noise himself for the time he was left alone with his thoughts. His mother had killed herself, his sister murdered, he had nothing left to live for nor anyone to force him to exist. He'd join the military because it was legal killing. He'd fantasized about ending the life of the man who took Jenny's though he wasn't the jail 'type'. Everything he had put Jenny's killer though he had been through himself.
As the noise dimmed from the box Johnny slid down his pile of dirt and grabbed his shovel. Only a couple of inches covered the top of the box but it was enough to snuff out any air that could pass through and enter the confinement with Jenny. 'I can't breathe.' Jenny called out with possibly the last of her oxygen. Johnny began digging in an attempt to save her life.
Once the dirt had cleared Johnny pulled the top of the coffin away and held out a hand to Jenny. She gripped his hand tightly and was pulled from her grave. Both fell back onto the pile of dirt Johnny gripping Jenny tightly in his grasp as she gasped for air. Johnny felt her embrace tighten once she finally had oxygen again and in the blink of an eye she pulled the large knife he concealed in his back pocket and held it to his neck.
‘Do it.’ Johnny demanded. ‘Fucking do it!’
The knife stayed against his neck for minutes before he ripped it away and held it above Jenny’s head. He laughed maniacally while pulling a dirt covered Jenny into his arms.
Three blind mice, Johnny sings lowly, three blind mice, agonizingly slow he sings to the melody, see how they run, Johnny emphasizes the word 'run', see how they run, Johnny smiles revealing a stained smile, it's a game of the blind leading the blind in the graveyard tonight, I'll cut off their tails with a carving knife, the tempo speeds up, have you ever seen such a sight in your life as these three blind mice?
Johnny lets out a overly dramatic laugh. A Monster mash sure to be a graveyard SMASH! Johnny boasts the word 'smash' while raising a large mallet over his head and bringing it down on what's assumed to be a watermelon. Except there's only one 'Monster' here Johnny steadies himself on the mallet. Listen closely Lock, Shock, and Barrel to Mr. Oogie Boogie now. Johnny licks his teeth then smacks his lips. The title card says Johnny draws out the word 'says' KONSTANTINE vs. JOHNNY but we all know Nox and Zephyr are going to scamper across the graveyard grounds at some point. What's a poor little clown to do, all alone in the graveyard, against the three blind mice. Johnny puts his hand on his forehead and sighs like a damsel in distress and puts on his best southern belle accent, how eva will I walk out alive?
Johnny's voice returns to normal, I guess it's a good thing we're battling in a graveyard since some of us aren't going to make it out alive Johnny emphasizes the word 'aren't'. Regardless this will surely end up becoming a three on one match I feel no threat. Nox and Zephyr barely show their faces unless they are hiding behind someone whether it be BRADDOCK or KONSTANTINE. Partnering with the goth versions of tweedle dee and tweedle dumb aren't going to get you far when you can't even come out on top with a solid win in your matches. Since Asylum lost their chance at the tag team championships all we've seen from them is losing and tucking their little tails begging people to join their click. A couple of dead bodies in a graveyard ain't nothin' special. Johnny smiles a sharp sarcastic smile.
Asylum are just a couple of maggots infesting the nearest dead body with a need to feed off the rotting flesh until there's nothing then they move on to the next one. They're a couple of parasites that go right for the brain Johnny points his finger at his temple in a gun like fashion they try to control their host but they only ever kill it unless the host purges their body first Johnny makes a pow sound and pulls his thumb down. The only threat those pose to me is a good time bashing their brains into mush and burying them six feet under. The fact that KONSTANTINE is letting them feast on him is probably one reason for his lackluster performance.
What's a-matter? Can't beat a demon? How about a clown? Johnny maniacally laughs. Three blind mice who can't get over on a win unless they have someone else in their corner. Cowards! Johnny yells into the pitch black abyss. KONSTANTINE is a coward which is why he needs two followers to try to put him over in the win category. Take those two makeup wearing pansies away and who is KONSTANTINE? A deadman walking. Johnny lets out an over exaggerated laugh. Walking right into the graveyard to be laid to rest. Watch out for the PUNCHline Johnny boasts 'punch' it's KILLER then the word 'Killer' before busting out in laughter.
Returning to a more composed standing Johnny frowns dramatically. I've never claimed to be a monster but I'm always booked as one. I guess I suck as a clown because all I ever wanted to do was make people laugh. Instead I'm striking fear into their souls and making people run for the hills. That's the thing about monsters: we're scary. KONSTANTINE isn't scary. Johnny holds out a finger in a matter-of-fact manner. KONSTANTINE sought out a group who came out on top once against Synn after he couldn't beat her. KONSTANTINE couldn't get the job done twice and then couldn't get it done a third time in a tag team match let's watch. Johnny pulls a remote out from behind his back and drops the handle of the mallet. After a 'click' noise a small screen unravels from above and the following plays:
SYNN RACES BACK UP THE AISLE AFTER TOSSING KON INTO THE BARRICADE AND SLIDES INTO THE RING FOR THE SAVE
Oooo, that's gotta hurt! Johnny mimics the voice of Jim Carry from 'The Mask' movies. Donnie won that match for you. I'm sure you thought Asylum was your answer; they beat Synn afterall. Little did you know they were a couple of flukes who know how to go after the weakest link and here you are with no winners block under you. Three of the creepest motherfucks on the roster and none of you are worth the shit stain on my shoe. So not only are you a shitty monster and a crap ass wrestler you're also stupid. Johnny shakes his head in disappointment.
I'm going to move on from Lock and Shock. Let's focus on you Barrel. Everytime you open your mouth bullshit flows out like shit from an asshole after eating Taco Bell. You say a lot but most of it doesn't make a damn bit of difference. I've heard you ramble on and on without saying anything important for long stretches of time and then you don't make up for it when you're in the ring. At least when I talk out of my ass I've gone in the ring and walked out the winner. Whenever I've said I'm going to do something I've followed through and walked the walk you can't even talk the talk.
KONSTANTINE claims he's a monster and just like all the others I've come face to face he's a liar. A twisted and distorted appearance is the monstrosity KONSTANTINE but his actions prove he's a coward, a worm, a mouse, the newest brain dead corpse in charge of leading a swarm of mindless zombies. Nothing KONSTANTINE has done in his career here deems him a 'Monster'. Has he ended an undefeated streak? Has he beat a champion? Has he stripped away the only thing that keeps someone going in the brutal world of wrestling? Has he ended a veteran of the game's career in one foul swoop?! Johnny boats loudly, his voice echoing around him as his breath deepens and quickens. No, so you have not earned the title of 'Monster' my fiend. What you have earned is a one way ticket to the graveyard because you won't be leaving our match breathing.
I've struggled with something to say to you KONSTANTINE other than you suck because that's all there is to say about you. Outside of watching you play ring around and Rosie with Synn you've failed to impress anyone. You act like the thing that hides in the shadows waiting to pounce like a cat in the night on top of a mouse but then when it's time to pounce you scurry like the mouse. You talk like you're the boogie man under the bed but you're the scared kid looking for a place to hide from the monster in your closet. You're an act, that's it.
Ten tolls of the bell and you'll be down and out. Ten tolls and KONSTANTINE will be no more. All it's going to take is ten tolls but you won't hear them. I'm not going to stop at just leaving you to lay on the ground for those long ten tolls. I'm going to make Nox and Zephyr dig your grave while I soften up your skin for the scavengers in the ground then I'm going to bury all three of you six feet under and after those ten tolls maaaaybe Johnny extends the word 'maybe' someone will dig you back up.
Oh, and before I forget Johnny holds up a finger you may find it your best interest to watch your back and extend the warning to your friends. While up to this point I've been on my own you might find that I have friends in low places. I'll be seeing you three in the graveyard. Johnny walks off screen whistling to the tune of 'Three Blind Mice'.
Sitting in the dark corners of a room was Jenny. Her blonde hair tied up in black bows that swayed back and forth as she rocked and hummed a haunting symphony. Johnny walked up to her and put his hand on her shoulder before slowly lowering his body to the ground behind her. She never stopped humming, never stopped rocking. ‘You’re ready.’
His face twisted and contorted in pure agony. His ghostly eyes locked on a beautifully dressed blonde haired fully developed woman who would forever lay beside him in this life. For every woman who resembled his sister there was a moment of pure torture and now the person who caused that torment would be forced to share his place of rest with someone who resembled the girl he left for dead. This was not justice. This was not peace.
'Let me out!' She screamed in pure terror as the dirt hit the coffin top. 'Please Johnny!'
One in three people are afraid to be buried alive. Because it is something so common among individuals, some parts of the military put their recruits through the act so if they were to become hostages they wouldn’t break. Johnny was one of those lucky recruits.
'Johnny!!' Her screams were like music to Johnny's ears as he began burying Jenny alone in the ground. She banged on the hood of the coffin and cried uncontrollably with fear. Didn't she know Johnny was doing this for her own good? Didn't she know he was only making her stronger?
As the dirt buried the box that held both bodies the past two weeks played like a horror movie in Johnny's mind. He tortured that piece of shit until he died of exhaustion. The son of a bitch was determined to live until his body forsaken him.
First, Johnny waterboarded the man for hours forcing gasped screams out of his rope tied throat. Then, Johnny spent days hanging the man over and over but being careful not to allow his neck to snap under the pressure. Johnny tied the man up to the back of an old ford pickup and drug that worthless flesh bag across an abandoned dirt road, over glass and gravel. Johnny assaulted the man with objects the same way he had assaulted his sister, the only form of lubrication being his blood. Johnny electrocuted the man using old car batteries and barbed wire like something out of a Saw movie.
All this and more Johnny endured himself and spent two weeks doing unto his own personal demon.
'What do you want?!' Jenny's screams broke through the dirt and wood. She never stopped fighting no matter the situation Johnny had her in. She never rolled over and played dead, she always fought.
'I want you to be strong.' Johnny's tone was so low he didn't think Jenny could hear him. 'I want you to stop fighting me.'
Johnny sat atop of the pile of dirt he hadn't used to cover Jenny watching and listening. The banging had stopped and Jenny's voice had slowly turned horse. Now he listened to the mumbling of her speaking to herself just like how Johnny did when he was in her situation.
To prolong silence in the new recruits should they be forced to undergo cruel and unusual punishment for being on the opposed side each signee had to experience torture. Johnny laid in a large box with no noise. He refused to make a noise himself for the time he was left alone with his thoughts. His mother had killed herself, his sister murdered, he had nothing left to live for nor anyone to force him to exist. He'd join the military because it was legal killing. He'd fantasized about ending the life of the man who took Jenny's though he wasn't the jail 'type'. Everything he had put Jenny's killer though he had been through himself.
As the noise dimmed from the box Johnny slid down his pile of dirt and grabbed his shovel. Only a couple of inches covered the top of the box but it was enough to snuff out any air that could pass through and enter the confinement with Jenny. 'I can't breathe.' Jenny called out with possibly the last of her oxygen. Johnny began digging in an attempt to save her life.
Once the dirt had cleared Johnny pulled the top of the coffin away and held out a hand to Jenny. She gripped his hand tightly and was pulled from her grave. Both fell back onto the pile of dirt Johnny gripping Jenny tightly in his grasp as she gasped for air. Johnny felt her embrace tighten once she finally had oxygen again and in the blink of an eye she pulled the large knife he concealed in his back pocket and held it to his neck.
‘Do it.’ Johnny demanded. ‘Fucking do it!’
The knife stayed against his neck for minutes before he ripped it away and held it above Jenny’s head. He laughed maniacally while pulling a dirt covered Jenny into his arms.
Three blind mice, Johnny sings lowly, three blind mice, agonizingly slow he sings to the melody, see how they run, Johnny emphasizes the word 'run', see how they run, Johnny smiles revealing a stained smile, it's a game of the blind leading the blind in the graveyard tonight, I'll cut off their tails with a carving knife, the tempo speeds up, have you ever seen such a sight in your life as these three blind mice?
Johnny lets out a overly dramatic laugh. A Monster mash sure to be a graveyard SMASH! Johnny boasts the word 'smash' while raising a large mallet over his head and bringing it down on what's assumed to be a watermelon. Except there's only one 'Monster' here Johnny steadies himself on the mallet. Listen closely Lock, Shock, and Barrel to Mr. Oogie Boogie now. Johnny licks his teeth then smacks his lips. The title card says Johnny draws out the word 'says' KONSTANTINE vs. JOHNNY but we all know Nox and Zephyr are going to scamper across the graveyard grounds at some point. What's a poor little clown to do, all alone in the graveyard, against the three blind mice. Johnny puts his hand on his forehead and sighs like a damsel in distress and puts on his best southern belle accent, how eva will I walk out alive?
Johnny's voice returns to normal, I guess it's a good thing we're battling in a graveyard since some of us aren't going to make it out alive Johnny emphasizes the word 'aren't'. Regardless this will surely end up becoming a three on one match I feel no threat. Nox and Zephyr barely show their faces unless they are hiding behind someone whether it be BRADDOCK or KONSTANTINE. Partnering with the goth versions of tweedle dee and tweedle dumb aren't going to get you far when you can't even come out on top with a solid win in your matches. Since Asylum lost their chance at the tag team championships all we've seen from them is losing and tucking their little tails begging people to join their click. A couple of dead bodies in a graveyard ain't nothin' special. Johnny smiles a sharp sarcastic smile.
Asylum are just a couple of maggots infesting the nearest dead body with a need to feed off the rotting flesh until there's nothing then they move on to the next one. They're a couple of parasites that go right for the brain Johnny points his finger at his temple in a gun like fashion they try to control their host but they only ever kill it unless the host purges their body first Johnny makes a pow sound and pulls his thumb down. The only threat those pose to me is a good time bashing their brains into mush and burying them six feet under. The fact that KONSTANTINE is letting them feast on him is probably one reason for his lackluster performance.
What's a-matter? Can't beat a demon? How about a clown? Johnny maniacally laughs. Three blind mice who can't get over on a win unless they have someone else in their corner. Cowards! Johnny yells into the pitch black abyss. KONSTANTINE is a coward which is why he needs two followers to try to put him over in the win category. Take those two makeup wearing pansies away and who is KONSTANTINE? A deadman walking. Johnny lets out an over exaggerated laugh. Walking right into the graveyard to be laid to rest. Watch out for the PUNCHline Johnny boasts 'punch' it's KILLER then the word 'Killer' before busting out in laughter.
Returning to a more composed standing Johnny frowns dramatically. I've never claimed to be a monster but I'm always booked as one. I guess I suck as a clown because all I ever wanted to do was make people laugh. Instead I'm striking fear into their souls and making people run for the hills. That's the thing about monsters: we're scary. KONSTANTINE isn't scary. Johnny holds out a finger in a matter-of-fact manner. KONSTANTINE sought out a group who came out on top once against Synn after he couldn't beat her. KONSTANTINE couldn't get the job done twice and then couldn't get it done a third time in a tag team match let's watch. Johnny pulls a remote out from behind his back and drops the handle of the mallet. After a 'click' noise a small screen unravels from above and the following plays:
SYNN RACES BACK UP THE AISLE AFTER TOSSING KON INTO THE BARRICADE AND SLIDES INTO THE RING FOR THE SAVE
Oooo, that's gotta hurt! Johnny mimics the voice of Jim Carry from 'The Mask' movies. Donnie won that match for you. I'm sure you thought Asylum was your answer; they beat Synn afterall. Little did you know they were a couple of flukes who know how to go after the weakest link and here you are with no winners block under you. Three of the creepest motherfucks on the roster and none of you are worth the shit stain on my shoe. So not only are you a shitty monster and a crap ass wrestler you're also stupid. Johnny shakes his head in disappointment.
I'm going to move on from Lock and Shock. Let's focus on you Barrel. Everytime you open your mouth bullshit flows out like shit from an asshole after eating Taco Bell. You say a lot but most of it doesn't make a damn bit of difference. I've heard you ramble on and on without saying anything important for long stretches of time and then you don't make up for it when you're in the ring. At least when I talk out of my ass I've gone in the ring and walked out the winner. Whenever I've said I'm going to do something I've followed through and walked the walk you can't even talk the talk.
KONSTANTINE claims he's a monster and just like all the others I've come face to face he's a liar. A twisted and distorted appearance is the monstrosity KONSTANTINE but his actions prove he's a coward, a worm, a mouse, the newest brain dead corpse in charge of leading a swarm of mindless zombies. Nothing KONSTANTINE has done in his career here deems him a 'Monster'. Has he ended an undefeated streak? Has he beat a champion? Has he stripped away the only thing that keeps someone going in the brutal world of wrestling? Has he ended a veteran of the game's career in one foul swoop?! Johnny boats loudly, his voice echoing around him as his breath deepens and quickens. No, so you have not earned the title of 'Monster' my fiend. What you have earned is a one way ticket to the graveyard because you won't be leaving our match breathing.
I've struggled with something to say to you KONSTANTINE other than you suck because that's all there is to say about you. Outside of watching you play ring around and Rosie with Synn you've failed to impress anyone. You act like the thing that hides in the shadows waiting to pounce like a cat in the night on top of a mouse but then when it's time to pounce you scurry like the mouse. You talk like you're the boogie man under the bed but you're the scared kid looking for a place to hide from the monster in your closet. You're an act, that's it.
Ten tolls of the bell and you'll be down and out. Ten tolls and KONSTANTINE will be no more. All it's going to take is ten tolls but you won't hear them. I'm not going to stop at just leaving you to lay on the ground for those long ten tolls. I'm going to make Nox and Zephyr dig your grave while I soften up your skin for the scavengers in the ground then I'm going to bury all three of you six feet under and after those ten tolls maaaaybe Johnny extends the word 'maybe' someone will dig you back up.
Oh, and before I forget Johnny holds up a finger you may find it your best interest to watch your back and extend the warning to your friends. While up to this point I've been on my own you might find that I have friends in low places. I'll be seeing you three in the graveyard. Johnny walks off screen whistling to the tune of 'Three Blind Mice'.
Sitting in the dark corners of a room was Jenny. Her blonde hair tied up in black bows that swayed back and forth as she rocked and hummed a haunting symphony. Johnny walked up to her and put his hand on her shoulder before slowly lowering his body to the ground behind her. She never stopped humming, never stopped rocking. ‘You’re ready.’