Post by jace on Nov 7, 2019 22:41:32 GMT -6
Video uploaded to the GCWA website.
Captioned with the following:
Bodycam of Mr. Williamson
Dusk the darkest stage in twilight right before nightfall. Heavy breathing can be heard as Mr. Williamson is running through the woods. The mosquitos are out looking for blood, but so is something else. Something more dangerous than any mosquito. Something that craves blood just as much. The feeding frenzy is about to begin as societies elite feeds on the pain and agony of a man who is down and out trying to get by. Mr Williamson has had a rough hand dealt to him his entire life. Becoming homeless Mr. Williamson thought this would be a good opportunity to finally get ahead in life, but what he thought was a mistake. Mr. WIlliamson has fought hard up until this point. Knocking out and escaping eight of the ten men pursuing him. All that is left is Jace Savage and one of his newly acquired associates. Twelve hours down and twelve hours to go. Mr. Williamson stops, takes a break, catches his breath. Then, he hears it. The sounds of a man close to his proximity.
The camera angle switches to a still night vision camera mounted in a tree giving a bird’s eye view of the surrounding area. A circular clearing with a fallen tree on the edge of it. Mr. Williamson takes cover behind a fallen tree and clutching as close to the ground as he can. Hoping to get the drop on his pursuer. The man dressed in al black, wearing a black hooded robe enters the field of vision on the camera. Slowly he looks around to try and find Mr. Williamson.
”I know you’re here Mr. Williamson. I can feel you. Your heart beating a thousand times per minute. Your heavy breathing and stench of fear give you away. Why not come out to play? I won’t hurt you…..too much..”
Jace begins to look around. He notices the log but pretends he doesn’t as he walks around a moment pretending to be lost. He looks around for another moment then proceeds to walk into the darkness as if he lost his prey.
Mr. Williamson lets out a sigh of relief for at the moment he believes he has tricked his puruser and believes he is safe.]
“Holy shit this is intense!” as Mr. williamson talks t o himself and begins to get up from behind the tree.
“Only a day left to get to the end of this nightmare. I can do this. I can make the border. But where did he go? I can’t let him catch me. I have dealt with the others and put them out of this hunt. But this other guy is insane. I have to keep moving, I have to keep hidden. I can do this.”
From off in the distance Mr. Willaimson can hear. MR. Williamson!! Come out to play with me! Don’t be scared! I promise it will all be over soon!”
Panic ensues in Mr. Williamson as the voice isn’t to far from him. He begins to tremble. Scared. This man is not like the others he encountered in this little game. This man seems to be playing for keeps. What is his end goals he does not know, but does not want to find out. Mr. WIlliamson gathers his thoughts, looks around for a moment then heads the opposite direction Jace did.
After a few minutes Mr. Williamson comes across a creek full of clean water. Not having water in the last day on the run he stops for a moment to get a drink. He finds a nice little spot hidden just under some brush to rest and perhaps sleep for just a little while. He needs to rest he knows this, but with his hunter somewhere near he is uneasy about it but has to take his chance he can’t run any more for the night. Digging himself in behind the brush a little more than just enough to cover his entire body frame. Mr. Williamson closes his eyes and nods off hoping he won’t be caught slippin.
Jace hiding in the shadows has been on top of Mr. Williamsons where abouts from the beginning. Watching him get the drink from the creek and bury himself in the brush to sleep.
Jace smiles he will let him sleep for now. In the morning the real fun begins. He once again fades into the shadows of the trees as the moonlight shines through the forest. Jace finds a nice spot just beyond the crest of a hill and down a few hundred feet into a valley of sorts. A campsite has already been set up. Like a great hunter Jace has led his prey to exactly where he wants him to be. He sets up a fire and begins to boil a pot of water to make some coffee. He removes his hood and grabs a book from his pack. He sits back for a moment after his coffee is ready and reads by the fire. For tomorrow is going to be an exciting day.
The video cuts out leaving behind the words to be continued.
Sitting on a throne style chair with A torch on each side of him being held up by a sconce is the only light source in this dimly lit room. The light surrounds Jace his silihout can be made out. Covered in darkness Jace Begins:
”Here we are again. A tag team title match, this time however we are on the defending side. Not that it truly matters. Bob Grenier and Chad Vargos are the challengers that have stepped up to try and take what belongs to Crash and I. I simply can not allow that to happen. They are not ready to undertake such a feat of beating The Prodigal sons.
Chad Vargos has quite the resume doesn’t he? Multiple titles across multiple organizations. Do you know what that means to me? Absolutely nothing. It doesn’t matter what you have done in the past. What matters is what you do in the present. In the present I am one half of the tag team champions and nothing is going to change that. One by one teams will step up amd one by one they will fall.
The real question is this. Are Chad and Bob even a team? I don’t think they are. In fact they don’t even really like one another so they have no business in the ring with The Prodigal Sons. We defeated and became the dominant tag team in GCWA. There will never be another team like us. This division and soon all others will belong to us. The Prodigal Sons are taking over and soon enough everyone will follow our lead or dance with The Reaper.
Still, I would be a damned fool to think some sort of fluke can’t happen. In this world it is almost guaranteed something will. So what to do in the circumstance it does? The answer is simple. Anything and everything it takes to hold on to my title. The darkness is about to fall on GCWA and there isn’t a damn thing anyone can do about it. I am going to tear into Chad and Bob. The amount of blood pouring from them will be something that has never been seen here. After High Rollers they may want to consider retiring because they won't be able to keep up in the league im in. They are out matched in every way and we will prove it.
Starting with Chad and Bob or collectively I can call them Cheddar Bob we will begin are dominance and sooner or later everyone will be bowing at my feet as they should. I am the lord of Darkness, I am The Reaper in the night and there is no fury like mine when I raise hell from the eternal night. I promise you this I will sit on top of this mountain and all will bow before me.”
Jace stands for the first time letting the light illuminate him. Wearing his title around his waist the gold gleaming from it radiating its aura. Jace steps away from the chair and disappears into the shadows. Followed by an immediate snuff of the torches as the scene fades.
Captioned with the following:
Bodycam of Mr. Williamson
Dusk the darkest stage in twilight right before nightfall. Heavy breathing can be heard as Mr. Williamson is running through the woods. The mosquitos are out looking for blood, but so is something else. Something more dangerous than any mosquito. Something that craves blood just as much. The feeding frenzy is about to begin as societies elite feeds on the pain and agony of a man who is down and out trying to get by. Mr Williamson has had a rough hand dealt to him his entire life. Becoming homeless Mr. Williamson thought this would be a good opportunity to finally get ahead in life, but what he thought was a mistake. Mr. WIlliamson has fought hard up until this point. Knocking out and escaping eight of the ten men pursuing him. All that is left is Jace Savage and one of his newly acquired associates. Twelve hours down and twelve hours to go. Mr. Williamson stops, takes a break, catches his breath. Then, he hears it. The sounds of a man close to his proximity.
The camera angle switches to a still night vision camera mounted in a tree giving a bird’s eye view of the surrounding area. A circular clearing with a fallen tree on the edge of it. Mr. Williamson takes cover behind a fallen tree and clutching as close to the ground as he can. Hoping to get the drop on his pursuer. The man dressed in al black, wearing a black hooded robe enters the field of vision on the camera. Slowly he looks around to try and find Mr. Williamson.
”I know you’re here Mr. Williamson. I can feel you. Your heart beating a thousand times per minute. Your heavy breathing and stench of fear give you away. Why not come out to play? I won’t hurt you…..too much..”
Jace begins to look around. He notices the log but pretends he doesn’t as he walks around a moment pretending to be lost. He looks around for another moment then proceeds to walk into the darkness as if he lost his prey.
Mr. Williamson lets out a sigh of relief for at the moment he believes he has tricked his puruser and believes he is safe.]
“Holy shit this is intense!” as Mr. williamson talks t o himself and begins to get up from behind the tree.
“Only a day left to get to the end of this nightmare. I can do this. I can make the border. But where did he go? I can’t let him catch me. I have dealt with the others and put them out of this hunt. But this other guy is insane. I have to keep moving, I have to keep hidden. I can do this.”
From off in the distance Mr. Willaimson can hear. MR. Williamson!! Come out to play with me! Don’t be scared! I promise it will all be over soon!”
Panic ensues in Mr. Williamson as the voice isn’t to far from him. He begins to tremble. Scared. This man is not like the others he encountered in this little game. This man seems to be playing for keeps. What is his end goals he does not know, but does not want to find out. Mr. WIlliamson gathers his thoughts, looks around for a moment then heads the opposite direction Jace did.
After a few minutes Mr. Williamson comes across a creek full of clean water. Not having water in the last day on the run he stops for a moment to get a drink. He finds a nice little spot hidden just under some brush to rest and perhaps sleep for just a little while. He needs to rest he knows this, but with his hunter somewhere near he is uneasy about it but has to take his chance he can’t run any more for the night. Digging himself in behind the brush a little more than just enough to cover his entire body frame. Mr. Williamson closes his eyes and nods off hoping he won’t be caught slippin.
Jace hiding in the shadows has been on top of Mr. Williamsons where abouts from the beginning. Watching him get the drink from the creek and bury himself in the brush to sleep.
Jace smiles he will let him sleep for now. In the morning the real fun begins. He once again fades into the shadows of the trees as the moonlight shines through the forest. Jace finds a nice spot just beyond the crest of a hill and down a few hundred feet into a valley of sorts. A campsite has already been set up. Like a great hunter Jace has led his prey to exactly where he wants him to be. He sets up a fire and begins to boil a pot of water to make some coffee. He removes his hood and grabs a book from his pack. He sits back for a moment after his coffee is ready and reads by the fire. For tomorrow is going to be an exciting day.
The video cuts out leaving behind the words to be continued.
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Sitting on a throne style chair with A torch on each side of him being held up by a sconce is the only light source in this dimly lit room. The light surrounds Jace his silihout can be made out. Covered in darkness Jace Begins:
”Here we are again. A tag team title match, this time however we are on the defending side. Not that it truly matters. Bob Grenier and Chad Vargos are the challengers that have stepped up to try and take what belongs to Crash and I. I simply can not allow that to happen. They are not ready to undertake such a feat of beating The Prodigal sons.
Chad Vargos has quite the resume doesn’t he? Multiple titles across multiple organizations. Do you know what that means to me? Absolutely nothing. It doesn’t matter what you have done in the past. What matters is what you do in the present. In the present I am one half of the tag team champions and nothing is going to change that. One by one teams will step up amd one by one they will fall.
The real question is this. Are Chad and Bob even a team? I don’t think they are. In fact they don’t even really like one another so they have no business in the ring with The Prodigal Sons. We defeated and became the dominant tag team in GCWA. There will never be another team like us. This division and soon all others will belong to us. The Prodigal Sons are taking over and soon enough everyone will follow our lead or dance with The Reaper.
Still, I would be a damned fool to think some sort of fluke can’t happen. In this world it is almost guaranteed something will. So what to do in the circumstance it does? The answer is simple. Anything and everything it takes to hold on to my title. The darkness is about to fall on GCWA and there isn’t a damn thing anyone can do about it. I am going to tear into Chad and Bob. The amount of blood pouring from them will be something that has never been seen here. After High Rollers they may want to consider retiring because they won't be able to keep up in the league im in. They are out matched in every way and we will prove it.
Starting with Chad and Bob or collectively I can call them Cheddar Bob we will begin are dominance and sooner or later everyone will be bowing at my feet as they should. I am the lord of Darkness, I am The Reaper in the night and there is no fury like mine when I raise hell from the eternal night. I promise you this I will sit on top of this mountain and all will bow before me.”
Jace stands for the first time letting the light illuminate him. Wearing his title around his waist the gold gleaming from it radiating its aura. Jace steps away from the chair and disappears into the shadows. Followed by an immediate snuff of the torches as the scene fades.