Post by chaos on Jan 24, 2018 16:38:05 GMT
FFC and Dwayne slowly approached the boiler room of MSG as you could feel the foreboding aura in the air. It was as if the two fool's were heading to their doom.
FFC: Why do we have to go to this place?
Carl was shivering from both fear and the fact it felt like he was walking through the chilling touch of death.
Dwayne: At least he won this week.
Dwayne chuckled but it didn't sound happy.
FFC: That's true.
The two men...if you would call them that could see the door to the boiler room nearby. They slowly approached as the feeling of dread intensified. The two men were beginning to have trouble breathing since the air seemed to be suffocating them. Just as FFC reached for the door handle the door slowly creaked open. The two men jumped back expecting Chaos to emerge, but nothing happened. Suddenly from further inside the darkened room came his voice.
Chaos: Get in here already.
FFC gulped as he motioned for Dwayne to walk over. Dwayne comes over only for Carl to shove him into the room first. He closed his eyes in fear expecting Chaos to maul his friend, but there were no screams. He slowly opened his eyes to see Dwayne looking back at him with hurt all over his face. FFC grinned sheepishly at his friend before walking through the door to stand in front of him. Inside the room was Chaos sitting on the floor. He didn't seem to mind the coldness of the air or the coolness of the concrete floor. He looked over his shoulder and sighed as he turned away from the two cowards.
Chaos: What do you two want? I'm trying to stop my bloodlust.
The two fat fools freeze in fear before FFC starts to stutter.
FFC: Actually um...a few weeks a...ago our esteemed...ring...ring announcer call...called you a f...f....family kill...killer-
FFC's words die in his throat as Chaos's very aura fills the room making it impossible for the two fat idiots to breathe even. Chaos slowly rises from the floor and turns to the two men. Chaos walks over to Carl and leans in towards the microphone.
Chaos: You want to know why she called me that don't you.
Neither man could move.
Chaos: It's simple really...when I was first reborn by Hades to be his undying warrior I wasn't in my right mind fully. I returned home only to black out and mercilessly slaughter my wife, daughter and son. So yes I am a family killer...and I don't care. Now leave...before I add you two to my victims list.
The two fat asses finally gain the ability to move and run out of the boiler room.
It was only a few hours before Blood Moon Rising was set to go live. We were once again within the MSG boiler room.
Chaos: You two fools claim to be scary. Fear Of God...tonight I shall show you true terror.
Chaos has a sick smile.
Chaos: Tonight you both will see the wrath of a demon.
Chaos loosens his mask as his foreboding presence intensifies.
Chaos: Tonight I lay waste to everything put before me. I killed my own family imagine what I'll do to my foes. Tonight you will all be welcomed...to my HELL!
Chaos gives off a sick demented laugh as you can feel nothing but fear. Fear knowing that you are looking at a predator bent on your destruction. A being that takes sick perverse pleasure in eliminating all that dares to enter it's lair.
FFC: Why do we have to go to this place?
Carl was shivering from both fear and the fact it felt like he was walking through the chilling touch of death.
Dwayne: At least he won this week.
Dwayne chuckled but it didn't sound happy.
FFC: That's true.
The two men...if you would call them that could see the door to the boiler room nearby. They slowly approached as the feeling of dread intensified. The two men were beginning to have trouble breathing since the air seemed to be suffocating them. Just as FFC reached for the door handle the door slowly creaked open. The two men jumped back expecting Chaos to emerge, but nothing happened. Suddenly from further inside the darkened room came his voice.
Chaos: Get in here already.
FFC gulped as he motioned for Dwayne to walk over. Dwayne comes over only for Carl to shove him into the room first. He closed his eyes in fear expecting Chaos to maul his friend, but there were no screams. He slowly opened his eyes to see Dwayne looking back at him with hurt all over his face. FFC grinned sheepishly at his friend before walking through the door to stand in front of him. Inside the room was Chaos sitting on the floor. He didn't seem to mind the coldness of the air or the coolness of the concrete floor. He looked over his shoulder and sighed as he turned away from the two cowards.
Chaos: What do you two want? I'm trying to stop my bloodlust.
The two fat fools freeze in fear before FFC starts to stutter.
FFC: Actually um...a few weeks a...ago our esteemed...ring...ring announcer call...called you a f...f....family kill...killer-
FFC's words die in his throat as Chaos's very aura fills the room making it impossible for the two fat idiots to breathe even. Chaos slowly rises from the floor and turns to the two men. Chaos walks over to Carl and leans in towards the microphone.
Chaos: You want to know why she called me that don't you.
Neither man could move.
Chaos: It's simple really...when I was first reborn by Hades to be his undying warrior I wasn't in my right mind fully. I returned home only to black out and mercilessly slaughter my wife, daughter and son. So yes I am a family killer...and I don't care. Now leave...before I add you two to my victims list.
The two fat asses finally gain the ability to move and run out of the boiler room.
It was only a few hours before Blood Moon Rising was set to go live. We were once again within the MSG boiler room.
Chaos: You two fools claim to be scary. Fear Of God...tonight I shall show you true terror.
Chaos has a sick smile.
Chaos: Tonight you both will see the wrath of a demon.
Chaos loosens his mask as his foreboding presence intensifies.
Chaos: Tonight I lay waste to everything put before me. I killed my own family imagine what I'll do to my foes. Tonight you will all be welcomed...to my HELL!
Chaos gives off a sick demented laugh as you can feel nothing but fear. Fear knowing that you are looking at a predator bent on your destruction. A being that takes sick perverse pleasure in eliminating all that dares to enter it's lair.