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| The Corporation | Mar 30 2010, 05:48 AM Post #1 |
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“ENVY: A want of or desire to deprive another of their success." - Melanie Benson’s Estate; 2010 DJ sat in a tree with a pair of binoculars looking at the near by Melanie Benson residence which was stately and large for just a single woman and her idiot kid sister by DJ’s reasoning. A very nice house, nicer then anything DJ had ever owned and with far more security then DJ ever had. Still, it was nothing impossible and he had already made it past most of the preliminary security measures. It was the house itself that was going to be tough getting into. DJ’s feet dangled off the branch he was sitting on, kicking in the wind as he surveyed his target. He was wearing the same weathered and dirty black suit from the day before, having apparently never actually having changed. His hair was slicked back and still looked slightly dirty though the shower yesterday hand helped get rid of most of the mess. His eye was not swollen though he clearly had a black eye where Christopher St. James had cracked him the match before. Most of his small cuts were covered with small band aids where he could put them but otherwise he sported view serious looking injuries. His stubbly beard was growing longer though and it added to his growing vagrant look as he stalked the house. He lowered the binoculars slowly, reaching into his pocket as he pulled out a small group of folded papers, opening them up. “..where is she.. She isn’t here. Where did she go…” he muttered to himself as he shuffled through the papers with irritation. He snarled low to himself as his face contorted into a sneer. Finally he gave up, folded the papers up and haste fully shoving them back into his pocket. He raised his binoculars back up to his face to look out at the house for a moment more before he lowered them again, his face now fully enraged as he yanked his cell phone out of his pocket. He flipped it open, muttering obscenities to himself before he managed to find the contact he wanted, autodialing it while he lifted to phone to his ear. A moment longer he a soft female voice came over the line though the words could not be made out. “…yes.. Yes it’s us. Listen, those papers you gave us.. They don’t match up.. No.. NO! We are here right now and she is not here!” he snapped into the phone with a near animalistic growl gesturing with his free hand as if the person on the other end could hear. There was a pause from DJ as the person on the only line seemed to say something. “We don’t care! We want it now.. No, you said this information was curre-.. She left? Where did she go then!?” he snarled as he let himself drop down from the branch dropping about six feet to the ground. He landed hard, squatting down before falling to his side as his ribs exploded pain in at him still sore from the beating the day before. DJ didn’t say anything outward into the phone however his face was a mix between misery and pure hate while he clutched his side with his free hand, rolling over onto his side as he did his best to suck it up. He closed his eyes and winced for a moment longer while his face flushed red with range before his eyes shot open after he heard something from the other end. “..yes? They went where?.. Really.. That’s good.. She’s not expected to be ringside you say? .. that’s good. That gives us a lot of time then.. Good.. Good, keep us updated. Good bye.” And with that he snapped the phone closed, wincing for a moment longer as he clutched his side, standing up slowly. He spit on the ground as he stood, the excess saliva filling his mouth as a result at the sharp inflammation of in his abdomen though it was already starting to fade, thankfully. He started to move quickly toward the house, keeping as low as he could. He moved to the back windows, looking around quickly to make sure no one saw him. For now it seemed rather quiet which was good. He was not expecting too much security at the house given that there were not many people around in the area that knew where Melanie lived yet alone knew how to get to her. Or would even come to her house not by invite… but then DJ felt he had received and invite in his own demented head. “..DVD thinks he can keep us apart little girl.. But he can’t. Nor can she… we can smell you.. Where are you.. Where are you..” he started to mutter to himself as he started moving to windows, looking into them. Each window he came to he found himself unable to see anything of use to him. Something that looked like it could have been a living room, something that looked like the kitchen but nothing that seemed like Melanie sister’s bedroom. Finally getting fed up DJ simply walked back around to the back pulling a small black oil pencil out of pocket moving to the first window writing on it. I cAN SeE U - DJ DJ stepped back and looked at the furiously scribbled words, cocking his head slowly.. The words were feverishly written giving them a sort of maddening quality, as if the person who wrote this was themselves debased. He giggled like a small girl to himself, bobbing his head to either side as he curtsied to his own words before moving to the next window. Y HidE? - DJ This time he pulled one of the pieces of paper from his pocket, unfolding it as he looked at it. He took a long moment to lick the top corner of it before slapping it onto the window under the message he had written. The picture itself was a photo of Melanie and her sister both walking into the house in question from a few days earlier. However DJ did not feel that he had done enough yet.. But at the same time some part of him was suspecting he was not as safe as he once did feel. After all Melanie had to have some kind of security in the area.. And thus far DJ had done little more then write on the windows but still.. Surely something.. And so he had to decide if he was going to tempt his luck further or try to make a run for it while he was still in the good. Giving in to his baser desires he charged up to the near by window, snicker to himself. His hand moved quickly over the glass canvas drawing out his words in large, scribbled black letters symbolic of his own growing insanity with the encroachment of Resurrection. SiSSie caN’t pROTect u. No 1 cAN! - DJ He shoved the black oil pencil into his pocket before he lifted his hand into his mouth, biting down on his index finger till the skin broke away. He growled under the pain of it however as he felt small warm droplets fall between his fingers he pulled his hand out and looked at his handy work. His eyes went wide as he watched the red liquid run down his hand into his palm where it slowly gathered before he looked back up at the window. “..Resurrection.. And so.. If it is to be War between us.. Let Xtreme Fusion know.. That WE shall take your heart.. An Army without a heart is Doomed to fail..” And with that DJ flung his hand through the air wildly sending blood spattering all over the window before he slammed his hand directly on the glass leaving a bloody partial hand print behind. He looked at it.. Biting the air as if he was attacking an invisible opponent as his left eye twitched for a moment. Then a low half growl, half giggle sounded up in his belly as he looked down at hid bleeding finger for a moment. He started to step back as his giggle got louder, wiping his hand on his stained dress coat, stumbling backwards through the grass as he made his way toward the trees. “Patty cake, Patty cake, Baker’s man! Bake me a cake as fast as you can!” DJ tripped on something, crashing down into the grass as he could feel his ribs once again flaming up on him. He grabbed at his side as his face was once again flushed red, his hair falling across his eyes as he half screamed in agony before having it choked out by giggles. “..eheh--uurrgh..heheheh… ro… Roll it.. Pat it.. Mark it with an M! Put it in the oven for your sister and Me!” He slowly started to drag himself up to his feet coughing loudly as his lungs burned. He was certainly far from 100 Percent and though he was one half of the new SVO Tag Team Champions he certainly was not looking like a full member of the Corporation. Rather he seemed more like a mad dog who had run off on his own little demented quest. He managed to pull himself up off the ground again, stumbling forward into the woodland area, leaning up against a near by tree. “..you think you have so much Melanie.. You.. You have a little sister.. Fans.. You have Xtreme Fusion.. You think you have DVD… you.. You’ll.. Melanie.. You.. You know what wars do? They take things away from people.. People like you..” He turned to look at the house of Melanie Benson in the distance, lifting his bloody hand toward it as he smirked and took on an appearance of self confidence and pious nature. “..War’s take our families away from us. They take our joy and our innocence. We’re going to show you that.. You’ll..you’ll lose everything. Your team is going to attack itself.. Your friends are going to turn on you.. Cause Wars make people Crazy.. Makes them desperate.. And then..we’re going to take the World Title from whoever wins the main event.. And then.. We’re going to take what matter’s most to you.. We’re going to take your precious little Sister!” He screamed it at the top of his lungs at the house as if he was hoping that someone was there to hear him.. But of course no one was. Melanie and her little sister had left to go to California or something like that. DJ had missed the call yesterday while he was collapsed in the shower after the beating he received in the Tag Team Title Match.. where he and his cousin Chris Wrestling won the vacant titles. DJ turned and started to stumble through the woods again moving toward where he had parked his car earlier. His little brain could only focus on something for so long before it randomly switched topics on him.. Now he was on DVD. “..Hush, little DJ, don’t say a word. The Future of Wrestling’s gonna buy you a baseball bat.. And if that baseball bat don’t swing, The Future of Wrestling’s gonna get you DVD in a ring..” DJ started to skip through the woods, bobbing his head to either side as his voice carried eerily on the wind. “And if that match does involve Glass, The Future of Wrestling’s gonna get you knucks of Brass.. And if those brass knuckles get broke, The Future of Wrestling’s gonna get you a referee coat. And if that referee coat gets dull, we can just win by a 3 count rule. Heh-heh!” DJ looked down at his bloody finger for a moment longer before he put it in his mouth and began to suck on it, seeing his car in the distance. “And if that three count rule gets us the win, DJ will purge DVD’s Sin! And when the skin pours from that rat, The Future of Wrestling’s gonna say Imagine That!” |
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