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Execution; RP #3
Topic Started: Jun 27 2008, 06:58 PM (273 Views)
Evil Incarnate
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JUNE 27TH, 2008
SALEM, MASSACUSETTS
GALLOW’S HILL


Before we head to Canada, we must first visit another location. A seemingly normal hill but standing on the top of a hill is a man dressed in a pair of black jeans, a tight white undershirt, and a black leather jacket to fend off the rain. This man’s shoulder-length black hair glistens with the falling rain. His deep green eyes shine as he stares off into nothingness. The man looks at us, and simply from the confidence he exudes some know who it is. Some know who it is from the half-grin he flashes us. For those who don’t know, you soon will.

Evil Incarnate.

Every empire has it’s opponent. Rome had Carthage. England had France. Greece? Well, Greece truly ate itself into oblivion, but I suppose Troy will do. But now, the SVO has opposition. That is myself. Everyone in the SVO needs to take notice once again. Everyone gather round because I am actually going to be speaking to you. I am not going off doing my own thing, letting you watch my daily activities showing I could give a damn about you and the SVO. I am focused on you and only you.

Drew Carrig stops for a second, apparently to let his opponents gather round to listen to his words.

I will personally impale each and every one of you with wooden stakes. I will personally immolate all of your families. Don’t take these as empty threats. Take them as I give them to you. Take them as men, and realize that I am a man as well. A very dangerous man. A man who will gladly mutilate you. Who will gladly end you. I have nothing more to say to you, because you don’t mean that much for me to say anything else. I could talk of your heroes. I could talk about your vast history. But history mean nothing. I could care less what you did a year ago, just as much as you could care less about me. You don’t care about me, and I don’t care about you. Leave it be, friends.


Carrig smiles, strokes his chin with his right hand, and then proceeds to walk up the hill.

Friends. A friend is so many things. It’s someone who listens to one when you’re in trouble. It’s someone who cares about how one’s feeling. It’s someone who will watch one’s back in a battle. Having too many friends isn’t good for one. Having no friends at all isn’t good for one either. Friends are similar to a double-edged sword, with one side being too much and the other too little. There are those in the SVO that consider me to be their friends. Mike Manson, TJ Raven, Matt Thornhill and Steven Steele. Truth be told though, that was the old Drew Carrig...the "normal" Drew Carrig. This reverted incarnation has no use for friends so the two that are in the Las Vegas Title match, they will be spared nothing. They will suffer the same fate as the rest of the SVO.

Carrig stares, silently into the camera. He doesn’t say nor do anything. He seems to want us to consider what he’s going to say next, before he says anything at all.

Carrig looks at the top of the hill. The rain begins to fall again, and as the small droplets of water bounce off his leather jacket, Carrig looks at us. Into us.

Well over 200 years ago, people were hung on this hill. Not because they were criminals, or because they owed debts to anyone. They were hung because they were different. They didn’t fit the mold of society. Either this, or someone called them a witch. Dozens of people were hung, with one being crushed under stones, because they were believed to be in line with Satan himself. They conjured not a single spell. They released not a single demon. They did nothing but live their lives the way they thought was correct for them. And they were killed. Hanging men and women? Crushing a man’s chest with large rocks?

Carrig pauses, giving us time to reflect on his words.

Who are the one’s with the ties to Satan?


Despite the damp ground, Carrig sits down. He looks skyward, as the rain falls upon his face.

Countdown to Violence, the culmination comes. In that ring stands ten other warriors between me and my destiny. Let me tell you all something. People don’t want flashy heroes to look up to. People don’t want to look up to anyone any more. The only thing people want now, is someone to hate. Honestly, I don’t think you know what you guys want yet. You all talk of your past as if it means anything to me. You go through your daily life outside of professional wrestling like it so much more important than what goes on inside of the professional wrestling ring. What does that matter anyways? What are you right now? Are you a flashy heroes? Or are you a cocky assholes? I can’t decide for you, and I wouldn’t want to anyway.

Drew Carrig looks straight-ahead, through the camera.

I can take insults you throw at me guys, if you even get around to noticing me.

Carrig stands, his breathing increases steadily as rage seems to make his six foot eight inch frame seem so much larger. He inhales and exhales like a raging bull.

Guys, I am going to tear you all to shreds. The Las Vegas Championship is all that is left for me. This was about revenge. This was about settling a score. When my wife and daughter were taken away from me that heartless night, I began a score with the SVO. The Las Vegas Championship will settle the score...it will end my journey.

Carrig smiles a sadistic smile. Not one that would strike fear into one’s heart. But the smile that would simply tell every living soul, that he’s telling the truth.

The thing you all hold closest to you, the dream you must achieve. Fame. Glory. Women. It is your very soul. So that is what I will rip from you all. I will take it not for any glory, but because it will be the release. This is a precursor for what’s to come. It’s the calm before the storm. In the ring on Sunday, the storm will open and destruction will begin.

Carrig chuckles silently, as he gazes off into the distance.

Don’t feel bad. It is unavoidable. No matter what you do, the end is nigh. No matter what you did in the past that makes you think you are tougher than everyone else, the end was still coming. No matter what you say, you will be facing me. No matter what you said, our mighty confrontation was always coming. And now it is soon. Now it is written in the history books, while a question mark dances overhead. The end is coming. Your end is coming. You are attempting to steal what little happiness I might be able to feel in this world...attempting to steal the revenge I deserve.

Carrig pauses.

So now, I will steal your life. I still hold your life in my hands.

Carrig turns to walk away and as we fade out, his voice comes back to haunt us once.

Ending myself, will be a release. Ending you, will be a pleasure.



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