Forfeiture

Scene I: Stanton County, NB - Monday, February 24, 2003 - released on Friday, February 28, 2003

Once more the frigid winter air on that small farm in Stanton County, Nebraska, encapsulated all of Nature, and the man whose presence was to address one whose pure hatred and terror could bring the fires of hell to earth's surface, stood stoically in the same field he previously made his remarks from.  He is dressed in a somewhat long grey winter coat, a black scarf around his neck hanging loosely, and black leather gloves.

The filmed promo opens with a black screen, and a quote from the work of the Immortal Bard himself, written in white:

The scene slowly fades to a black screen, with the familiar English accent of the Duke of Wessex the only audible sound.

"He forfeits his own blood that spills another."

The shot fades in to Lancaster standing in the field, his breath lingering as vapour in the cold air.

"Prophetic words Jonny Five.  Unfortunately you were ignorant of this fact just a short day ago when you decided to spill my oh so noble blood."

The shot cuts to the match the night before, where Jonny Five wails away at Lancaster's head, opening a wound right above his eye.   Over and over again the scene is repeated, with McCoy's voice shrieking "MY GOD" repeatedly, as the shot zooms in on Five's hand pounding on Lancaster's head.  The Duke shows a very dazed, wrecked look, as the blood explodes forth in another scene.

It returns to the serene field in Nebraska, the Duke standing quietly amongst nature's frozen glory.  A small smile creeps across his face.

"I admire that though Jonny Five.  You pushed your own limits and my own to the brink.  But you fell short in the hunt for that which all men within the ranks of the CSWA hunt and push for.  This time around however you may be successful.  The hunt begins now Jonny Five."

Lancaster at that moment opens his winter coat and pulls out a rifle with sniper scope.

"In this hunt though Jonny Five it is not with firearms that one does the hunting, but with the mind and the strength of one's own conviction."

"I may strike at any moment Jonny Five.  Before the match.  After the match.  At any given moment.  Be on your guard."

The camera zooms in quickly to the rifle, which Lancaster raises into the sky and aims at one of the few birds that remained in the sky.  

The shot then focuses on Lancaster's finger, which eases at the trigger, about to pull; the scene fades to black again when a loud gunshot echoes.  The smoking end of the rifle is revealed as the picture returns.

"Lucky for the creatures of the sky however, but not so much for you...I shall not show you mercy."

The camera crew follows Lancaster along as he begins to walk and talk, as he tosses the rifle aside.

"When you decided to spill my blood did you perhaps anticipate any of the consequences?  Knew you that you would be the first poor bastard to fall under the power of my new edict..."

The Duke stops in his tracks, with the shot zooming in directly into the Duke's face.  He speaks sombrely.

"That for every drop of blood spilled I shall repay that person ten fold."

His eyes turn blood red, and via the magic of special effects, the pupils of the Duke of Wessex begin to pour blood as his eyes roll into the back of his head.  The shot zooms in as his words are repeated with an echoing effect,.

"...for every drop of blood..."

A shot of Jonny Five smashing Lancaster's face in slow motion.

"...every drop..."

Another shot, closer in this time, of Lancaster's head, as before, looking dazed and bloody.

"...for every drop of blood..."

"...of blood..."

A shot of Jonny Five's psychotic and animalistic expression as he throttles the Duke, his hand bearing the crimson mark of the damage he has unleashed.

"spilled...I shall repay that person ten fold."

The shot returns to Lancaster standing in the field once more, his face and eyes having resumed their normal state.

"Ten fold, Jonny Five.  And I shall not hesitate to use every and any means to do so.  And what are you going to do about it. Shall you threaten to destroy me?  Shall you utter your implicit desires to see me brutalized and massacred by your own savage hands?"

"Now with that said Jonny Five.  Know that you shall soon be sipping on the cup of bitterness, which shall overflow with your own blood.  Know that it is by your hand that it is so, [shaking his head] not mine."

"Come Wildfire once more....you shall step into the ring with a man who is hell bent on your destruction.  Sleep well tonight Jonny Five.  Let the images haunt you.  And until Wildfire...bring your thirst for blood....for you have surely whetted mine."

The scene fades out spelling the end to the promo.  What would come later that Monday evening was beyond anything though he would anticipate.*

*read previous RP to clarify this