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Book XI: Chapter X7 A jestor painted skull...$10.00 A jingle-bell fools hat...$15.00 Pair of stilts, and custom stitched super large pants... $50.00 The look on your opponents face as they watch themselves being decapitated... PRICELESS! The white words faded into the screen a line at a time before the screen opened to a gruesome shot of Aphrodisia jordan with her head in the guillotine. The blade shimmererd once before dropping instantly. The blood covered the camera as her head dropped into the basket below. The blood spattered camerra moved to peer into the basket to reveal the severed heads of Draco, and Angel as well. "Welcome... to the Renaissance Ladies and Gentlemen." I said as the camera panned up to me, as I stood in a Mage's wardrobe. It cost a fortune to put the scene together but the effect was worth it. Everywhere you turned another look alike of the OWF roster was being tortured, or killed by a large man in a black hood. There were everyday spectators and tourists roaming freely through the medievil castle town that I had constructed in a day. As I stood and watched the beauty of the gore festival I felt like god, nay, I felt bigger than god. I had consstructed a complete world in less than a day. Such was the power that money gave. According to some, however, money couldn't buy happiness, I maintain they just didn't know how to spend it. That or they didn't know how to have fun. Tossing a million dollars down the tubes on erecting a medievil castle to me was happiness in a can. Paying people to dress up as losers from OWF and fake their death... That was priceless. Actually it was expensive, but it wasn't going to guarentee a victory. No.. That came from the experience Seraph and I had over our opponents. Victory came from the sweat off our backs. The all important 'W'... came from our blood, and our own hands. Sure, we could offer money to Team MYFLLA and bribe them to lie down and lose, but that would leave us feeling empty. Of course they'd take it because they apparently needed the money since they're selling all that shitty merchandise. Regardless of what they needed, tthat wasn't what they were going to get. Seraph, like myself much rather preferred to EARN glory. It tasted that much sweeter when the blood was on your hands. I made my speech to the masses, before proceeding ahead of the camera into the main hall of the castle. It was a spectacle and a half inside. Golden trimmings, and silk banners, Directly ahead of the entrance were enormous doors, behind which were the King's chambers. I swung open wide the doors, and there on the throne sat Seraph, crown and all. I bowed as he stood and moved towards the camera. "Welcome... to my Kingdom. Where those who stand against me suffer the wrath of a king." he began his mighty speech, as I stepped aside. Leaving him to his kingly words. He spoke with a majesty and flare befitting a true king, and as I listened I found myself feeling more and more as though the world I had created was real. I shook the thoughts from my mind as I snuck behind a b;ack curtain, and removed the silly hat. "What am I doing?" I asked myself as I stepped into the nearby bathroom. "Is this really me? Do I even have a fucking clue who I am anymore?" "Who cares if this is you? It's fun as hell. It's just like being in that ring. Why do you continue to go out there every night? You don't do it for the fans, it's slowly killing you... So why keep doing it?" Came the reflections response, and I knew the answer. "Because it's fun." I answered quietly. "That's right... It's FUN... to play pretend... it's FUN... to inflict pain on others. It's FUN. What have you always wanted to do with your life?" The reflection didn't let up. "Wrestle..."I answered sheepishly. "That's right... because it's violent and it's FUN... ain't it?" "Absolutely." "You alright?" Came Seraph's voice from the side of me. "Yea, perfectly fine, why?" "You were talking to no one and not making a damn bit of sense." he said and I realized he could hear me, but not the reflection so to him it probably sounded like the most retarded conversation he'd ever heard. "Yea, sorry about that... I guess I'm just feeling a little wierded out... It's been a little bit of time since I've splurged like this." "Yea..." "Yea... the last time I did anything like this was back when I was teaming with...." I trailed off because the rest of the sentence hit me like a brick in the balls....... "Who?" he asked, breaking the momentary silence. "Freddy Ryder." "That guy you're always comparing me to?" he replied as he set his crown on the counter and turned his back to rest against it. "Yea, guy was amazing in the ring. He was flawless, pure technical strength. What I lacked in power he made up for. What he lacked in speed, I made up for. We worked like a well-oiled machine, the best tandem I'd been a part of since the original Anarchy Machine." "You and that guy Friday the 13th right..." he said shocking me with his knowledge. "Yea, how'd you know that?" I asked. "I do my homework, but that doesn't mean I trust you..." He said and the trumpets sounded. "Oh, sounds like we're being summoned." "Yea.." I said. and replaced my ridiculous blue wizard cap. We returned to the king's court, and the tall jestor wearing the skull mask presented himself before the king. "My liege`... the people request an exhibition. Shall we give them one?" the fool knelt and asked as he had been instructed to do. Seraph leaned over to me and whispered, "What's this all about?" "I called in a favor. Just say yes." I whispered back to him. He waved his hand and nodded, and I raised both of my arms. "Lower the arena and bring forth the Executioners!" I proclaimed for all in the court to hear. The gears began to turn loudly, and the large ring began to lower from the center of the ceiling. "Damn... How much did that cost?" Seraph whispered to me. "More than you make in a year." I responded. "I dunno... I make a helluva lot." "Trust me. That's an original four W F ring. That alone cost me a fortune to find. And then the cost to have it suspended... Shiiiit..." I said just as it thuded hard to the floor. "My liege who will face the executioners?" questioned the jestor as he knelt before Seraph. "My lord, may I handle this?" I asked loud enough for all to hear, and he played his part, waving his hand again with a nod. "Their opponents... Shall be myself, the court mage.... aaaannndd.... " "I... The King, shall perform the exhibition with my mage." Sraph proclaimed as he stood, setting his crown on the throne, and removing his cloak. He was playing along perfectly which I hadn't completely expected. "But my liege, if you compete, this bout will surely be taken as a jest, and nothing more than a-" He cut me off be screaming to the two six foot plus men in black hoods, "The two of you shall spare your lord no quarter. This is to be a true bout. No holding back just because I am your king. If you are good enough to win, then so be it, but I shall show forth...why I... am your king!" he proclaimed loudly with that perfect majesty and flare, as I removed my wizard cap, and overcoat revealing a pair of oversized baggy purple and blue pants. "What the hell are you wearing?" he asked with a laugh as he stepped from the throne to walk towards the ring with me. "What? I figured I should look like a medevil wrestler..." I said with a chuckle. "At least I'm not the one wearing tights." "Hey, these would be comfortable... if it wasn't for the bunching." he said and we both shared a laugh as we stepped into the ring. -------------------------------------------------- The executioner's weren't even a slight challenge as the bout lasted less than seven minutes before Seraph ended it with an oblivion. We finished the night early, and headed back to the house after the match. Closed down the festival, and let it be with that. We still had a little bit left to do. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ |The Dead Festival Pt. II| |
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