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Six-Man Battle Royal; Check To See If You Are In It
Topic Started: Apr 3 2008, 01:47 AM (272 Views)
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IPW Uprising
April 9, 2008
From Continental Airlines Arena in East Rutherford, NJ


Six-Man Battle Royal*
Xtreme Demon vs. DeShaun Christian vs. Evan Bodom vs. Jake Storm vs. Scott Johnson vs. Siegfried MacMillavry

*Once all but two men have been eliminated by being thrown over the top rope, the final two will have a normal match to name a winner.

RPing Rules: Each participant may RP twice a day with a maximum of six RPs for the week. The deadline for RPs will be 5:00 PM CENTRAL TIME on Tuesday.
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Archangel McLellan
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Book One: Genesis

The glaring, orange sphere hovering at the zenith of the sky burns with all-consuming voracity, scorched earth around composed of rolling dunes. The sand reflects the mid-afternoon sun back into the sky, the atmosphere a fetid oven to wring the fluids from man and beast. The nocturnal scorpion scampers out of sight, as the barren land is bade with a gliding shadow amidst the deathly silent landscape.

A flowing gray coat hangs tight about a slight, tanned man, his face turned red with the sun. Over his shoulder he carries a satchel, intermingled with his long, blonde hair. Stopping cold in his tracks, he looks to the sky, and with an exultant sigh slings the satchel upon his shoulder, removing his round-rimmed glasses and tucking them into his front pocket.

He falls to one knee, and two white-gloved hands begin to scoop a small burrow in the sand. One foot wide, two long, and three deep, but impossible to square properly in free-flowing sand. With a deft movement, he swings the bag from his shoulder into his waiting hand, and begins unwrapping the leather-bound parcel.

A book is produced, and the gloved hand it resides in sizzles. It is a patchwork of scale and hide, bound closed by what appears to be a human index finger closed around the outer cover with a long, thin nail. A cat’s eye upon the cover blinks at the exorcist, and he plunges the abomination into the hole.

The exorcist reaches back with both hands, gathering his blonde locks into one tight handful. Reaching into his coat, he produces a long bayonet, and at the very top of his head cuts a flat plane, leaving in his gloved hand most of his own hair. His face goes to steel, bile to sulfur. With great care, he wraps his hair tightly around the blade of the bayonet, careful not to sever it.

With both hands, he plunges the bayonet into the centre of the unholy book, and the sky turns to black in an eclipse. Thunder cracks and the blade glows, the hair upon the blade burning in a deep scarlet hue. A free hand clutches chest in agony, and two separate howls escape into the empty air: one human, and one not of this plane.

A red glow burns in the man’s eyes, as the fire on the hair, and the veins in his face and neck pulsate. With great effort he crosses himself. Loudly, through groans of agony, the exorcist calls to the heavens:

“Our Father
Who art in Heaven
hallowed be Thy Name
Thy Kingdom come
Thy Will is done
on earth as it is in Heaven

Ave Maria!”

Upon the Hail Mary, an invasive light pervades the ebony sky, sending a bolt of white lightning to the end of the bayonet. Daemonic wails reverberate across the dead landscape, as the exorcist proclaims more and more Hail Marys, each followed by a blinding strike from the sky. Strength of divine will flows as the air becomes vacuous, sound immaterial, and the exorcist places both hands upon the hilt of his bayonet, forcing an unrelenting twist of the blade, with an implosion of silent light drowning worldly stimuli…

Reality as it is known returns to focus, as if no time has passed. Vision slowly returns, in a blur of sunlight and reflection of the sand. The exorcist stands tall, a breeze blowing the tails of his coat, the glove of his right hand charred to cinder, blood mingling with the sand below.

In the sand, a smoking testament glows and shimmers in the perverse, beating rays of God’s light. Some ten feet in length, a lightning-glazed glass crucifix, the very middle embedded with a bloodstained bayonet, and glowing, ghostly red swirls seemingly locked within the very middle of the structure. The breeze begins to blow sand over the natural wonder, threatening with certainty to forever bury the miracle under the endless desert.

The exorcist speaks:

“By the Order of the Thirteenth Disciple, and in the name of the Vatican, Our Father in Heaven is served by His Right Hand, and unto eternity will His work be done. Amen.”

The exorcist walks on into the sands, heading into the endless dune sea, knowing the way his Lord has paved for him, and in his service the gates of the sky opened in his name. With a shred of youthful excitement, checked pride, or subdued satisfaction, he allows his own prayer be sung:

“And to die as I live, in the flash of the blade…”









OOC: Well, hasn't this been an eventful week...Glad I realized the deadline was early tomorrow rather than later.
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