Post by Dick Devereaux on Oct 8, 2016 2:23:47 GMT
[The scene opens up on a bright sunny day. We are set out front of a white Church that glows in the morning sun. It is early, early enough for the Church to be empty. The camera cuts to inside of the Church where we see pews line the floor all the way up to the sanctuary at the front. This is where they will conduct their gathering. Off to the right of the stage is a statue of an Angel with it's arms out to the sides. It is pure white with a ladder leaning against it. The door of the confession suddenly opens as we see Dick Devereaux step out pulling his shorts up. He chuckles as he closes the door.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: I wouldn't go in there. I was exorcising the hell out of a Demon!
[Dick walks forward to a pew as he opens up a large duffel bag. He reaches in and begins pulling out spray paint cans before laying them on the pew. He takes one in his hands as he comes to the Angel and grins.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: The Angel. A heavenly winged creature who does no wrong. They are said to be perfect in every way. Much like my opponent this week, Jeremiah Greyson, an Angel. A man who does no wrong and refuses to break the rules. And what does he rely on to win? His aerial skills... his wings.
[Dick pops the cap off the can and begins to shake it before he starts to spray paint the Angel.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: At Livewire we step in the ring to face off in a no rules brawl! Everything is legal and the only way to win is by knockout or when one of us gives up. I can take anything I can get my hands on and I can beat you within an inch of your life. You on the other hand won't touch a damn thing. You're gonna' do exactly what you've always done, rely on your aerial skills and your speed to get you the win. But you see the thing about that is... I can swat you right out of the air with a chair. I can use a pair of scissors and cut your wings off. I can take a sledgehammer and break your legs. Fly then Angel. Use your wings when they're broken.
[Dick continues to spray, switching up the colors every once in a while. The camera cannot make out what he is creating as he is everywhere with the project. Up and down the ladder he goes spraying every spot on the Angel.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: See you might be faster than me Angel, but I'm stronger. We both have great stamina, both can handle submissions, but there's one thing that puts us apart. I'm a technical master in the ring while you can't even tell me the difference between an armbar and a top wristlock. That right there can change the dynamic in our match. That can be your downfall. I can also stand more punishment then you. I know that for a damn FACT! I love pain, I love getting my hands dirty, and I love to fight. You on the other hand strike hard, strike fast, and keep to the sky. Fly at me Angel, go ahead. Through your shots in and hope that you can weaken me fast enough. Because if I get my hands on you or I grab a weapon... it'll only take one shot to ground you. And when I do and you are laid out on the ground just like a fallen Angel, I will take pleasure in breaking you like a little bitch!
[Dick sprays a few more sprays before we hear the sound of a car pulling up on the gravel road. Dick looks towards the door and laughs as he puts the finishing touches on the Angel.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: The time is close Angel. Be the holy face in this fight. I'll stick with being the MOTHERFUCKIN' Devil!
[Dick climbs down the ladder as the jingle of keys are heard in the door. It unlocks as Dick climbs out of a window and the priest walks in. Horrified he and a few disciples let out a scream as we see the Angel has been turned into a chaotic demon with the word 'CHAOS' painted across his chest. The scene fades out on the site of the demon angel and the cries of the disciples.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: I wouldn't go in there. I was exorcising the hell out of a Demon!
[Dick walks forward to a pew as he opens up a large duffel bag. He reaches in and begins pulling out spray paint cans before laying them on the pew. He takes one in his hands as he comes to the Angel and grins.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: The Angel. A heavenly winged creature who does no wrong. They are said to be perfect in every way. Much like my opponent this week, Jeremiah Greyson, an Angel. A man who does no wrong and refuses to break the rules. And what does he rely on to win? His aerial skills... his wings.
[Dick pops the cap off the can and begins to shake it before he starts to spray paint the Angel.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: At Livewire we step in the ring to face off in a no rules brawl! Everything is legal and the only way to win is by knockout or when one of us gives up. I can take anything I can get my hands on and I can beat you within an inch of your life. You on the other hand won't touch a damn thing. You're gonna' do exactly what you've always done, rely on your aerial skills and your speed to get you the win. But you see the thing about that is... I can swat you right out of the air with a chair. I can use a pair of scissors and cut your wings off. I can take a sledgehammer and break your legs. Fly then Angel. Use your wings when they're broken.
[Dick continues to spray, switching up the colors every once in a while. The camera cannot make out what he is creating as he is everywhere with the project. Up and down the ladder he goes spraying every spot on the Angel.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: See you might be faster than me Angel, but I'm stronger. We both have great stamina, both can handle submissions, but there's one thing that puts us apart. I'm a technical master in the ring while you can't even tell me the difference between an armbar and a top wristlock. That right there can change the dynamic in our match. That can be your downfall. I can also stand more punishment then you. I know that for a damn FACT! I love pain, I love getting my hands dirty, and I love to fight. You on the other hand strike hard, strike fast, and keep to the sky. Fly at me Angel, go ahead. Through your shots in and hope that you can weaken me fast enough. Because if I get my hands on you or I grab a weapon... it'll only take one shot to ground you. And when I do and you are laid out on the ground just like a fallen Angel, I will take pleasure in breaking you like a little bitch!
[Dick sprays a few more sprays before we hear the sound of a car pulling up on the gravel road. Dick looks towards the door and laughs as he puts the finishing touches on the Angel.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: The time is close Angel. Be the holy face in this fight. I'll stick with being the MOTHERFUCKIN' Devil!
[Dick climbs down the ladder as the jingle of keys are heard in the door. It unlocks as Dick climbs out of a window and the priest walks in. Horrified he and a few disciples let out a scream as we see the Angel has been turned into a chaotic demon with the word 'CHAOS' painted across his chest. The scene fades out on the site of the demon angel and the cries of the disciples.]
