MD106: Daddy Mack vs. Diablos vs. Eve Taylor
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The feed begins by focusing on the professionally-dressed Leon Kensworth who is inside a small room containing nothing outside of the chair Leon is using to sit with its walls being a bland, neutral colour. Leon looks directly into the camera.
"Hello everyone. I'm Leon Kensworth and I am here on the WZCW App to conduct an exclusive interview with the superstar who recently revealed herself as the Third Head of Cerberus; "the Fabulous" Eve Taylor."
A second camera angle produces a shot of Eve Taylor who is opposite of Leon, sitting in her own chair as well. Taylor wears a wide smile on her face alongside the latest clothing and fashion accessories. She looks genuinely happy to be there with Leon, so much so that she gets up from her seat and greets Leon with a glamorous cheek kiss that catches him off-guard. Leon fixes his suit up properly from the exchange as Taylor sits back down.
"Thank you for having me, Leon. It's truly a pleasure."
The camera switches back to Leon [doing so every time either Eve or Leon speaks], still reeling himself from the greetings by Taylor.
"You seem overly happy."
Eve's smile grows wider than before although slightly confused.
"Well thank you. I always try to be a happy person. Sometimes by just putting a smile on your dial can help others around you happy too."
Eve lets out a small chuckle to herself as she flicks her hair from one side to the other, maintaining the same smile on her face.
"Are you happy about your recent actions as well?" Leon says, focusing on the interview.
The camera switches back to Eve who seems even more confused now, doing her best to maintain her smile.
"What do you mean?"
"The reason why you were called here: to discuss your decision in aligning with Cerberus and becoming the Third Head, effectively turning your back on the fans. Are you happy with yourself over these recent actions?"
Eve lets out a small laugh for a second before realising that Leon was dead serious about the question. She instantly stops laughing and the smile almost disappears.
"I'm sorry, I'm not sure I follow here. When did I turn my back on the fans?"
"Well, on Ascension you were seen backstage with Young Justice, setting them up for an ambush by well-documented rivals Ramparte & Flex Mussel and did nothing but watch it occur. This has been seen as an act of betrayal by the fans who are asking why you would turn your back on them."
Eve does her best to process the information before shaking her head with the smile reappearing on her face.
"You're joshing me right now, aren't you Leon?"
"I assure you Eve, I'm not joking."
Eve takes a second to react.
"Well, you must be because I haven't turned my back to any of my fans." Eve says matter-of-factly. "I'm not the kind of person who would ever do that; I wouldn't dare dream of doing so as I love all of my adoring fans."
"Then how do you explain setting up Young Justice for an ambush? That'd surely be seen as a betrayal considering that they are fan favourites."
"I don't want to seem picky here but for someone to commit an act of betrayal, one must be friends with that person first. As far as I'm aware, neither Haven nor Jonathan Hyada are my friends despite my best efforts: during Cerberus' first match together, I came out to lend the lone Hyada a hand in that tag team. I've even given him some fashion advice on his costumes and never have I received a thank you."
"So this is more of a personal issue with Young Justice then?"
"No, it isn't and I think you may be misconstruing my words a little, Leon. I know you're a journalist but you don't have to go paparazzi levels of insanity."
Eve lets out a laugh as she mentions the word paparazzi.
"Whatever the motive, you cannot deny the legions of fans you have taken to social media and commented about the recent events, telling you how you've become a turncoat."
Eve's face lights up.
"Ah yes. I've noticed on my Twitter, Facebook, Google Plus, Instagram, Pinterest, Tumblr, MySpace, Bebo-"
"Bebo?" Leon interrupts.
"Yes. I use every and all forms of social media to personally communicate and connect with as many of my fans as possible... and I've noticed that people on these sites have been referring to me as something of a heel as well as turncoat as you mentioned and I'm a little confused at the current trend to refer to me as specific items of clothing but I'm embracing it rather quickly. Heels are strong, powerful and used for support to make people feel better about themselves. Turncoats are lovely accessories that add just a little pizazz to anyone's look. I don't mean to brag but I feel these are great terms to describe something like myself who tries to her best to support others with her strong and powerful words that inspire."
Eve looks very impressed and satisfied with herself as she comes to her own revelation.
"I'm truly amazed at the dedication some of my fans have. They send me fan-art, personalised messages and now, they even invent new words to describe me because of how much they love what I've done for them... and you know what, I kind of like being referred to as a 'heel' and I think from now on, I'll embrace the essence of being a heel."
It is now Leon who is the one that is slightly confused as he cannot believe the words that are coming out of Eve's mouth as she continues to smile. However, he keeps his professional manner in tact and continues on with the interview.
"You still haven't properly answered my questions about your involvement in the ambush of Young Justice. Why did you set them up for an ambush?"
Eve takes a couple of seconds as she looks up towards her forehead as if she was trying to remember the occasion.
"Um... sorry, I don't recall that happening."
"On Ascension when you were with Young Justice backstage giving them fashion advice and you told them that red would be a much more suitable colour..."
"Yes."
"... and then said that blood red would be best, especially if it was actual blood and Cerberus came out of nowhere to attack them whilst you stood and watched."
Again, Eve takes a couple of seconds.
"Nope, I don't remember that. I would never do something like that."
Leon is taken aback by Eve's recent string of answers.
"It seems very clear to me that you are in denial, Eve."
Eve lets out a big laugh before continuing.
"Who do I sound like to you, Leon? Lorna Morello from Orange is the New Black?"
Eve faces the camera directly.
"Which by the way, thank you to GMirror for suggesting it. It's a great show. You should get yourself invested in that show, Leon. Great stuff."
Leon realises there isn't much point in pursuing this side of the argument if he wants to get some real answers from Eve and decides to switch topics. He takes a moment to reset before continuing on.
"Well it seems that your new-found partners will be alongside you on the upcoming Meltdown this week as they are set for tag team action whilst you are slated for a Triple Threat match between Daddy Mack & Diabolos. What sort of shenanigans will the three of you be up to come Meltdown? More ambushes, perhaps?"
Eve smiles and shakes her head.
"Shenanigans? More ambushes? I'm starting to get a very negative vibe from you Leon. It's like you are asking very biased questions here and I'm not sure if I'm feeling comfortable you throwing objectivity out the window. All Cerberus will be up to come Meltdown is preparing for our matches together and producing some excellent matches which I think is a great start for our first official outing as a group.
"I'm going to need all the moral support I can get for this Triple Threat match as well since I'm going up against a veteran of this business in Daddy Mack. I will be the first to admit that I don't know who Daddy Mack is as I'm not a wrestling historian nor have I been a professional wrestling fan for a long time as you know, only recently have I decided to step foot in this business. However, that doesn't mean I will be underestimating him because he knows every trick in the book so I'm currently in the process of changing my skill-set to accommodate his knowledge. Hopefully, it'll be enough to counteract the craziness of Diabolos as well. He threw me off my game back during the Roulette Rounds and also stole my coat, which I have to discuss with him in getting back because I really do miss it. I've dealt with some over-bearing fans in the past so I've got a couple of techniques up my sleeve should Diabolos want to get into another hugging contest.
Speaking of contests, I also have a bit of an issue with Daddy Mack and his job refereeing that tag match I had with Diabolos. It really hurt my feelings that he allowed my partner to not only abandon me but force me to compete in a handicap situation. I'm no damsel in distress and I can handle myself but turning a blind eye like that? I know he's old but Daddy Mack can't be that bad, can he? At least he isn't referee for any of our contests this week."
Eve lets out a small chuckle.
"As for Ramparte & Flex's match this week, how do you feel about the squaring off against the rookie Kagura Ozhora and your 'best-friend' Aubrey Sloan? Does that make for some tension between yourself & Cerberus?"
Leon uses his fingers to emulate air quotes as he says best-friend.
"There is no tension, Leon. I'm expecting a highly competitive and athletic match between these two teams. My fellow Cerberus members are an excellent well-meshed team whilst my best friend Aubrey Sloan is a talented competitor who knows how to hang with the best of them. I'm sure she's got her own plan formulated for the match and with our recent outings together, she may even be actively seeking out Kagura to form a strategy! See how inspirational I can be to others, Leon? I've helped Aubrey, a socially-inept person, communicate openly with strangers! I'm branding that as an achievement."
"So there is no loss of friendship with Sloan and yourself even with your new alignment with Cerberus?"
Eve looks confused.
"Why should that matter? Sloan and I are still good friends and if I had the opportunity to see her this week, she'd say the same thing. My friendship with Cerberus doesn't affect my relationship with other people."
"What if Ramparte & Flex decide to target Aubrey Sloan and attack her? Wouldn't that put a strain on your relationships and force you into a position where you'd have to choose between them? Who would you pick? Would you defend Aubrey Sloan or would you show your loyalty to Cerberus and aid her much like you did with Young Justice?"
During this round of harsh questioning, Eve tries to get in a word but Leon keeps cutting her off as her smile rapidly fades away. When Leon hits her with the last question, Eve doesn't know how to react and begins stumbling over her words, trying to put out an answer that doesn't show allegiance to either side but cannot string a simple sentence together. She begins panicking in her head, thinking of the potential situation where Cerberus & Aubrey Sloan would meet together.
"Eve... Eve?"
Leon looks to get an answer and reminds her that she is still on-camera. She looks directly into it, looking lost as she realises she has to bite the bullet and give an answer. As she is about to open her mouth, the door of the interview barges open. With the camera's set-up the way they are, we cannot see what is happening but we see Eve's expression change to a more happy and relieving tone.
"C'mon Eve, we need to go." says a familiar voice.
Eve smiles with glee as she turns to Leon.
"I'm sorry Leon but we've got some other appointments to fulfil. It has been an absolute pleasure and I'd love to do this again sometime."
Eve gets up and shakes Leon's hand quickly before leaving off camera.
"Though next time, try and ask some more reasonable questions, okay? Okay! Ta ta, darling!"
Leon looks to get out of his seat and ask what is going on but sits back down as Ramparte & Flex Mussel enter in view with Mussel putting his hands on Leon's shoulder, pushing him back down.
"Interview's over Leon."
Ramparte walks off as Mussel stares into the camera and puts hand on heart.
"Hail Cerberus!"
Mussel smiles and follows soon after, leaving a confused Leon to take in what happened before looking back into the camera.
"That was the exclusive interview with Eve Taylor on the WZCW App."
Leon looks back over his shoulder once more as the feed cuts to black.
"Hello everyone. I'm Leon Kensworth and I am here on the WZCW App to conduct an exclusive interview with the superstar who recently revealed herself as the Third Head of Cerberus; "the Fabulous" Eve Taylor."
A second camera angle produces a shot of Eve Taylor who is opposite of Leon, sitting in her own chair as well. Taylor wears a wide smile on her face alongside the latest clothing and fashion accessories. She looks genuinely happy to be there with Leon, so much so that she gets up from her seat and greets Leon with a glamorous cheek kiss that catches him off-guard. Leon fixes his suit up properly from the exchange as Taylor sits back down.
"Thank you for having me, Leon. It's truly a pleasure."
The camera switches back to Leon [doing so every time either Eve or Leon speaks], still reeling himself from the greetings by Taylor.
"You seem overly happy."
Eve's smile grows wider than before although slightly confused.
"Well thank you. I always try to be a happy person. Sometimes by just putting a smile on your dial can help others around you happy too."
Eve lets out a small chuckle to herself as she flicks her hair from one side to the other, maintaining the same smile on her face.
"Are you happy about your recent actions as well?" Leon says, focusing on the interview.
The camera switches back to Eve who seems even more confused now, doing her best to maintain her smile.
"What do you mean?"
"The reason why you were called here: to discuss your decision in aligning with Cerberus and becoming the Third Head, effectively turning your back on the fans. Are you happy with yourself over these recent actions?"
Eve lets out a small laugh for a second before realising that Leon was dead serious about the question. She instantly stops laughing and the smile almost disappears.
"I'm sorry, I'm not sure I follow here. When did I turn my back on the fans?"
"Well, on Ascension you were seen backstage with Young Justice, setting them up for an ambush by well-documented rivals Ramparte & Flex Mussel and did nothing but watch it occur. This has been seen as an act of betrayal by the fans who are asking why you would turn your back on them."
Eve does her best to process the information before shaking her head with the smile reappearing on her face.
"You're joshing me right now, aren't you Leon?"
"I assure you Eve, I'm not joking."
Eve takes a second to react.
"Well, you must be because I haven't turned my back to any of my fans." Eve says matter-of-factly. "I'm not the kind of person who would ever do that; I wouldn't dare dream of doing so as I love all of my adoring fans."
"Then how do you explain setting up Young Justice for an ambush? That'd surely be seen as a betrayal considering that they are fan favourites."
"I don't want to seem picky here but for someone to commit an act of betrayal, one must be friends with that person first. As far as I'm aware, neither Haven nor Jonathan Hyada are my friends despite my best efforts: during Cerberus' first match together, I came out to lend the lone Hyada a hand in that tag team. I've even given him some fashion advice on his costumes and never have I received a thank you."
"So this is more of a personal issue with Young Justice then?"
"No, it isn't and I think you may be misconstruing my words a little, Leon. I know you're a journalist but you don't have to go paparazzi levels of insanity."
Eve lets out a laugh as she mentions the word paparazzi.
"Whatever the motive, you cannot deny the legions of fans you have taken to social media and commented about the recent events, telling you how you've become a turncoat."
Eve's face lights up.
"Ah yes. I've noticed on my Twitter, Facebook, Google Plus, Instagram, Pinterest, Tumblr, MySpace, Bebo-"
"Bebo?" Leon interrupts.
"Yes. I use every and all forms of social media to personally communicate and connect with as many of my fans as possible... and I've noticed that people on these sites have been referring to me as something of a heel as well as turncoat as you mentioned and I'm a little confused at the current trend to refer to me as specific items of clothing but I'm embracing it rather quickly. Heels are strong, powerful and used for support to make people feel better about themselves. Turncoats are lovely accessories that add just a little pizazz to anyone's look. I don't mean to brag but I feel these are great terms to describe something like myself who tries to her best to support others with her strong and powerful words that inspire."
Eve looks very impressed and satisfied with herself as she comes to her own revelation.
"I'm truly amazed at the dedication some of my fans have. They send me fan-art, personalised messages and now, they even invent new words to describe me because of how much they love what I've done for them... and you know what, I kind of like being referred to as a 'heel' and I think from now on, I'll embrace the essence of being a heel."
It is now Leon who is the one that is slightly confused as he cannot believe the words that are coming out of Eve's mouth as she continues to smile. However, he keeps his professional manner in tact and continues on with the interview.
"You still haven't properly answered my questions about your involvement in the ambush of Young Justice. Why did you set them up for an ambush?"
Eve takes a couple of seconds as she looks up towards her forehead as if she was trying to remember the occasion.
"Um... sorry, I don't recall that happening."
"On Ascension when you were with Young Justice backstage giving them fashion advice and you told them that red would be a much more suitable colour..."
"Yes."
"... and then said that blood red would be best, especially if it was actual blood and Cerberus came out of nowhere to attack them whilst you stood and watched."
Again, Eve takes a couple of seconds.
"Nope, I don't remember that. I would never do something like that."
Leon is taken aback by Eve's recent string of answers.
"It seems very clear to me that you are in denial, Eve."
Eve lets out a big laugh before continuing.
"Who do I sound like to you, Leon? Lorna Morello from Orange is the New Black?"
Eve faces the camera directly.
"Which by the way, thank you to GMirror for suggesting it. It's a great show. You should get yourself invested in that show, Leon. Great stuff."
Leon realises there isn't much point in pursuing this side of the argument if he wants to get some real answers from Eve and decides to switch topics. He takes a moment to reset before continuing on.
"Well it seems that your new-found partners will be alongside you on the upcoming Meltdown this week as they are set for tag team action whilst you are slated for a Triple Threat match between Daddy Mack & Diabolos. What sort of shenanigans will the three of you be up to come Meltdown? More ambushes, perhaps?"
Eve smiles and shakes her head.
"Shenanigans? More ambushes? I'm starting to get a very negative vibe from you Leon. It's like you are asking very biased questions here and I'm not sure if I'm feeling comfortable you throwing objectivity out the window. All Cerberus will be up to come Meltdown is preparing for our matches together and producing some excellent matches which I think is a great start for our first official outing as a group.
"I'm going to need all the moral support I can get for this Triple Threat match as well since I'm going up against a veteran of this business in Daddy Mack. I will be the first to admit that I don't know who Daddy Mack is as I'm not a wrestling historian nor have I been a professional wrestling fan for a long time as you know, only recently have I decided to step foot in this business. However, that doesn't mean I will be underestimating him because he knows every trick in the book so I'm currently in the process of changing my skill-set to accommodate his knowledge. Hopefully, it'll be enough to counteract the craziness of Diabolos as well. He threw me off my game back during the Roulette Rounds and also stole my coat, which I have to discuss with him in getting back because I really do miss it. I've dealt with some over-bearing fans in the past so I've got a couple of techniques up my sleeve should Diabolos want to get into another hugging contest.
Speaking of contests, I also have a bit of an issue with Daddy Mack and his job refereeing that tag match I had with Diabolos. It really hurt my feelings that he allowed my partner to not only abandon me but force me to compete in a handicap situation. I'm no damsel in distress and I can handle myself but turning a blind eye like that? I know he's old but Daddy Mack can't be that bad, can he? At least he isn't referee for any of our contests this week."
Eve lets out a small chuckle.
"As for Ramparte & Flex's match this week, how do you feel about the squaring off against the rookie Kagura Ozhora and your 'best-friend' Aubrey Sloan? Does that make for some tension between yourself & Cerberus?"
Leon uses his fingers to emulate air quotes as he says best-friend.
"There is no tension, Leon. I'm expecting a highly competitive and athletic match between these two teams. My fellow Cerberus members are an excellent well-meshed team whilst my best friend Aubrey Sloan is a talented competitor who knows how to hang with the best of them. I'm sure she's got her own plan formulated for the match and with our recent outings together, she may even be actively seeking out Kagura to form a strategy! See how inspirational I can be to others, Leon? I've helped Aubrey, a socially-inept person, communicate openly with strangers! I'm branding that as an achievement."
"So there is no loss of friendship with Sloan and yourself even with your new alignment with Cerberus?"
Eve looks confused.
"Why should that matter? Sloan and I are still good friends and if I had the opportunity to see her this week, she'd say the same thing. My friendship with Cerberus doesn't affect my relationship with other people."
"What if Ramparte & Flex decide to target Aubrey Sloan and attack her? Wouldn't that put a strain on your relationships and force you into a position where you'd have to choose between them? Who would you pick? Would you defend Aubrey Sloan or would you show your loyalty to Cerberus and aid her much like you did with Young Justice?"
During this round of harsh questioning, Eve tries to get in a word but Leon keeps cutting her off as her smile rapidly fades away. When Leon hits her with the last question, Eve doesn't know how to react and begins stumbling over her words, trying to put out an answer that doesn't show allegiance to either side but cannot string a simple sentence together. She begins panicking in her head, thinking of the potential situation where Cerberus & Aubrey Sloan would meet together.
"Eve... Eve?"
Leon looks to get an answer and reminds her that she is still on-camera. She looks directly into it, looking lost as she realises she has to bite the bullet and give an answer. As she is about to open her mouth, the door of the interview barges open. With the camera's set-up the way they are, we cannot see what is happening but we see Eve's expression change to a more happy and relieving tone.
"C'mon Eve, we need to go." says a familiar voice.
Eve smiles with glee as she turns to Leon.
"I'm sorry Leon but we've got some other appointments to fulfil. It has been an absolute pleasure and I'd love to do this again sometime."
Eve gets up and shakes Leon's hand quickly before leaving off camera.
"Though next time, try and ask some more reasonable questions, okay? Okay! Ta ta, darling!"
Leon looks to get out of his seat and ask what is going on but sits back down as Ramparte & Flex Mussel enter in view with Mussel putting his hands on Leon's shoulder, pushing him back down.
"Interview's over Leon."
Ramparte walks off as Mussel stares into the camera and puts hand on heart.
"Hail Cerberus!"
Mussel smiles and follows soon after, leaving a confused Leon to take in what happened before looking back into the camera.
"That was the exclusive interview with Eve Taylor on the WZCW App."
Leon looks back over his shoulder once more as the feed cuts to black.
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Dooooooooooooom
Diabolos' Grandmother is walking through the woods on a dark night. Pitch black nothingness and the sounds of the forest surround her. She's carrying a brown backpack in her right hand and the headless body of a cat in the other, a dozen skeleton men walk ahead and behind her. They walk for several minutes, no one speaking a word until they reach a clearing in the forest.
An open field is lit by a giant bonfire in the center and a yellow full moon above. More skeleton men surround the fire awaiting her. She walks to the fire and stops, she looks around and then stares at the moon. She breathes in deeply and nods her head.
Grandmother: Perfect night.
Several men set up a wooden table in front of the fire and she places the backpack on it and turns to the men.
Grandmother: Loyal servants of the Dark Lords of the Old World, I thank you for the service you have given to them and to me. You have shed blood of your own and blood of others, you have cried cheers of pain, sorrow and happiness and so have our enemies. The Old Ones appreciate all that you have done in their name, but they are still not happy. We have failed to feed them enough so that their energy will be restored and they can walk the earth once more bringing unimaginable terror and chaos to the rest of the cretins that populate this planet.
She clenches her fists and shakes her head, then points outwards.
Grandmother: Diabolos still lives. This is the greatest of failures. He still wears the mask of the Old Ones, he claims victories in their name and still believes he is the one and only. He is not. From the day he was born I have hated that boy, since the first time I laid my eyes on him when he was a screeching, foul infant I have wanted to squeeze the life out of his body. Every time I walked near him he would cry, every time I looked at him he would stare back as if looking into my soul and judging me. Who was he to judge me? From day one he has questioned me. I am the the one true voice of the Old Ones. They have entrusted me with the voice to carry their messages and prophecies. When I learned that he was the one and only, I did not speak for days. How could the great and mighty Old Ones give this honor to such a disgusting and unworthy creature? Let alone a creature that despises me? I sat in my rocking chair in the dark pondering these questions, hoping that in the darkness I would see the blood red light they would project and tell me that they were wrong. But it never came, I had to live with this news but I could not speak it. I could not tell the others, so for years and years I kept it to myself, not uttering a word about it.
Then one day my Grandson knocked on my door, long hair, scrappy beard and pure rage in his eyes. He did not say hello, he did not hug me, he simply stared into my eyes and I stared into his. In that moment I thought that the prophecy was true, for I saw the dark abyss in his eyes and felt as if they themselves were looking at me through his eyes, ready to wage war on the world and bring back the age of nothing. I took him in, I fed him, I gave him the skeleton suit you all wear and I gave him the mask of Diabolos. But he failed at every corner, failed to shed enough blood, shamed my family name, dishonored his mask, and displeased the gods. We must kill him, my children. We must throw him into a pit of fire so the gods may feast upon his charred remains and black soul.
A skeleton man hands her a knife, she slams the cat on the table and slices it's stomach down the middle. She sticks her hand in and pulls out its intestine. She shapes it into a circle and places it's heart in the middle.
Grandmother: In the name of the true gods of earth who dwell in the darkness within it, we sacrifice this creature in your name and hope it pleases you.
She throws the cat's body in the fire and they all hold their hands to the sky. She grabs the backpack and holds it up with her bloody hands.
Grandmother: My Grandson may be a failure, but he is a clever one. He has many tricks up his sleeve and will not go down without a fight. In this backpack is the only object that he had in his arsenal that could stop us. I found it in his room, in a small hole beneath is bed covered by clothes and a rug. It is ours now. We shall use it against him to make our mission that much easier.
She gestures to one of the men to come forward. A very large man steps forward.
Grandmother: Humble servant of the Old Ones, you have done well in retrieving this object and obeying all orders you are given. For that, the gods have chosen you to use this weapon to destroy the false prophet in their name. Hunt him down, crush him, then bring his body to the pit of fire. Do you accept this task?
He nods, she gives him the bag. He looks inside it and his eyes widen.
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Machiko Tomaru is lying in an open grass field on a bright, sunny day; a forest is behind her. Her arms are behind her head. She's wearing a navy blue t-shirt and khaki shorts. She closes her eyes as a breeze runs through the field, when she opens them Diabolos is standing over.
Machiko: Aren't you hot in all that?
Diabolos sits next to her and lights up a cigarette.
Machiko: Since when do you smoke?
Diabolos inhales the smoke then slowly breathes it out.
Diabolos: Just started a few weeks ago.
Machiko: Gotta deal with the stress somehow.
Diabolos: I just do it to look cool.
Machiko shrugs. They sit in silence for a bit, Diabolos continues to smoke, every time he exhales he looks off in the distance and squints his eyes. After a few times of this, Machiko grabs the cigarette and throws it.
Machiko: For a guy who claims to be the right hand of doom, you sure are a dweeb sometimes. So you gonna tell me what's up with you and Ty? Heard what he said and saw the look you gave him, didn't know you guys had history.
Diabolos: Diabolos and Ty have no history.
Machiko: His words seemed to have gotten to you, you haven't even bragged about beating Theron yet. That was awesome by the way, turning his good white face black and blue with the Accursed Loathing was beautiful.
Diabolos: It was a well fought victory against an opponent who gave it his all. I won this time but if we fought again I wouldn't take him lightly.
Machiko's jaw drops and she glares at him. She grabs a hunk of grass and shoves it in his mouth.
Machiko: That was the most boring thing you've ever said. What the hell is wrong with you? Did Ty get to you that much? You said it was nothing so get over it and stomp the shit out of your next opponent.
Diabolos chews on the grass she shoved his mouth and swallows it. She makes an eww face.
Diabolos: I have two delightful bodies to destroy this week.
Machiko: Even better, more bodies means more blood for the Old Ones right?
Diabolos: I guess.
Machiko: You guess? You GUESS? No you do not guess, you knock them out and rape their souls, man. Accursed Loathe one's face until it looks like hamburger and snap the other one's neck with the Cradle of the Old Ones.
Diabolos: I don't think we should say rape, one of them is Eve Taylor.
Machiko: You mean that snobby girl you and Corvus beat the shit out of while Daddy Mack watched?
Diabolos: She's more than that, she's a dangerous woman made more dangerous when she revealed herself to be the third head of Cerberus. What happened last time won't happen again. Daddy Mack is my other opponent.
Machiko: That's pretty funny, actually. She probably wants revenge on both of you real bad, then.
Diabolos: Her petty revenge for a beating is nothing compared to the revenge the Old Ones seek to unleash upon the people who locked them away and forgot about them. She will be beaten and broken, her pretty face scarred for life, her long beautiful hair will be strewn across the ring.
She pushes him.
Machiko: That's what I want to hear! Now what about Daddy Mack, what's his deal?
Diabolos: He's an old vet coming back to reclaim his glory.His old and brittle bones will be broken easily, probably just from running the ropes. His hip will give out and I'll take his head off. I'll destroy them both and bathe in the glory of the Old Ones and they will be happy, for now.
Machiko: Don't worry about Ty or your Grandmother or the skeleton army, just focus on decimating Eve and Mack.
She touches his hand to comfort him, a soft red light blinks once from underneath his skeleton glove. He pulls his hand away and puts it behind his head. He lays back in the grass as the scene fades to black.
An open field is lit by a giant bonfire in the center and a yellow full moon above. More skeleton men surround the fire awaiting her. She walks to the fire and stops, she looks around and then stares at the moon. She breathes in deeply and nods her head.
Grandmother: Perfect night.
Several men set up a wooden table in front of the fire and she places the backpack on it and turns to the men.
Grandmother: Loyal servants of the Dark Lords of the Old World, I thank you for the service you have given to them and to me. You have shed blood of your own and blood of others, you have cried cheers of pain, sorrow and happiness and so have our enemies. The Old Ones appreciate all that you have done in their name, but they are still not happy. We have failed to feed them enough so that their energy will be restored and they can walk the earth once more bringing unimaginable terror and chaos to the rest of the cretins that populate this planet.
She clenches her fists and shakes her head, then points outwards.
Grandmother: Diabolos still lives. This is the greatest of failures. He still wears the mask of the Old Ones, he claims victories in their name and still believes he is the one and only. He is not. From the day he was born I have hated that boy, since the first time I laid my eyes on him when he was a screeching, foul infant I have wanted to squeeze the life out of his body. Every time I walked near him he would cry, every time I looked at him he would stare back as if looking into my soul and judging me. Who was he to judge me? From day one he has questioned me. I am the the one true voice of the Old Ones. They have entrusted me with the voice to carry their messages and prophecies. When I learned that he was the one and only, I did not speak for days. How could the great and mighty Old Ones give this honor to such a disgusting and unworthy creature? Let alone a creature that despises me? I sat in my rocking chair in the dark pondering these questions, hoping that in the darkness I would see the blood red light they would project and tell me that they were wrong. But it never came, I had to live with this news but I could not speak it. I could not tell the others, so for years and years I kept it to myself, not uttering a word about it.
Then one day my Grandson knocked on my door, long hair, scrappy beard and pure rage in his eyes. He did not say hello, he did not hug me, he simply stared into my eyes and I stared into his. In that moment I thought that the prophecy was true, for I saw the dark abyss in his eyes and felt as if they themselves were looking at me through his eyes, ready to wage war on the world and bring back the age of nothing. I took him in, I fed him, I gave him the skeleton suit you all wear and I gave him the mask of Diabolos. But he failed at every corner, failed to shed enough blood, shamed my family name, dishonored his mask, and displeased the gods. We must kill him, my children. We must throw him into a pit of fire so the gods may feast upon his charred remains and black soul.
A skeleton man hands her a knife, she slams the cat on the table and slices it's stomach down the middle. She sticks her hand in and pulls out its intestine. She shapes it into a circle and places it's heart in the middle.
Grandmother: In the name of the true gods of earth who dwell in the darkness within it, we sacrifice this creature in your name and hope it pleases you.
She throws the cat's body in the fire and they all hold their hands to the sky. She grabs the backpack and holds it up with her bloody hands.
Grandmother: My Grandson may be a failure, but he is a clever one. He has many tricks up his sleeve and will not go down without a fight. In this backpack is the only object that he had in his arsenal that could stop us. I found it in his room, in a small hole beneath is bed covered by clothes and a rug. It is ours now. We shall use it against him to make our mission that much easier.
She gestures to one of the men to come forward. A very large man steps forward.
Grandmother: Humble servant of the Old Ones, you have done well in retrieving this object and obeying all orders you are given. For that, the gods have chosen you to use this weapon to destroy the false prophet in their name. Hunt him down, crush him, then bring his body to the pit of fire. Do you accept this task?
He nods, she gives him the bag. He looks inside it and his eyes widen.
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Machiko Tomaru is lying in an open grass field on a bright, sunny day; a forest is behind her. Her arms are behind her head. She's wearing a navy blue t-shirt and khaki shorts. She closes her eyes as a breeze runs through the field, when she opens them Diabolos is standing over.
Machiko: Aren't you hot in all that?
Diabolos sits next to her and lights up a cigarette.
Machiko: Since when do you smoke?
Diabolos inhales the smoke then slowly breathes it out.
Diabolos: Just started a few weeks ago.
Machiko: Gotta deal with the stress somehow.
Diabolos: I just do it to look cool.
Machiko shrugs. They sit in silence for a bit, Diabolos continues to smoke, every time he exhales he looks off in the distance and squints his eyes. After a few times of this, Machiko grabs the cigarette and throws it.
Machiko: For a guy who claims to be the right hand of doom, you sure are a dweeb sometimes. So you gonna tell me what's up with you and Ty? Heard what he said and saw the look you gave him, didn't know you guys had history.
Diabolos: Diabolos and Ty have no history.
Machiko: His words seemed to have gotten to you, you haven't even bragged about beating Theron yet. That was awesome by the way, turning his good white face black and blue with the Accursed Loathing was beautiful.
Diabolos: It was a well fought victory against an opponent who gave it his all. I won this time but if we fought again I wouldn't take him lightly.
Machiko's jaw drops and she glares at him. She grabs a hunk of grass and shoves it in his mouth.
Machiko: That was the most boring thing you've ever said. What the hell is wrong with you? Did Ty get to you that much? You said it was nothing so get over it and stomp the shit out of your next opponent.
Diabolos chews on the grass she shoved his mouth and swallows it. She makes an eww face.
Diabolos: I have two delightful bodies to destroy this week.
Machiko: Even better, more bodies means more blood for the Old Ones right?
Diabolos: I guess.
Machiko: You guess? You GUESS? No you do not guess, you knock them out and rape their souls, man. Accursed Loathe one's face until it looks like hamburger and snap the other one's neck with the Cradle of the Old Ones.
Diabolos: I don't think we should say rape, one of them is Eve Taylor.
Machiko: You mean that snobby girl you and Corvus beat the shit out of while Daddy Mack watched?
Diabolos: She's more than that, she's a dangerous woman made more dangerous when she revealed herself to be the third head of Cerberus. What happened last time won't happen again. Daddy Mack is my other opponent.
Machiko: That's pretty funny, actually. She probably wants revenge on both of you real bad, then.
Diabolos: Her petty revenge for a beating is nothing compared to the revenge the Old Ones seek to unleash upon the people who locked them away and forgot about them. She will be beaten and broken, her pretty face scarred for life, her long beautiful hair will be strewn across the ring.
She pushes him.
Machiko: That's what I want to hear! Now what about Daddy Mack, what's his deal?
Diabolos: He's an old vet coming back to reclaim his glory.His old and brittle bones will be broken easily, probably just from running the ropes. His hip will give out and I'll take his head off. I'll destroy them both and bathe in the glory of the Old Ones and they will be happy, for now.
Machiko: Don't worry about Ty or your Grandmother or the skeleton army, just focus on decimating Eve and Mack.
She touches his hand to comfort him, a soft red light blinks once from underneath his skeleton glove. He pulls his hand away and puts it behind his head. He lays back in the grass as the scene fades to black.
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