I Fell In
Cue and open to Avarice, the
Destroyer of Worlds, sitting on a small wooden crafted stool with a
single white spotlight shining down on him. He is wearing his
black wrestling trunks, with his chain mail link belt, and Chain of
Nobility around his neck which dangles with his head held low.
His black wrestling boots which raise up high and are buckled with
three boot-wide belts are hardly seen in the shot.
He begins to applaud quietly, louder, and louder, until he raises his head upright and forward facing.
"Such poetic words from you Seamus. Outstanding diction, grammar, prose."
His gleaming red eyes wrought by his contact lenses smile.
"One of your best works of fiction. I will ignore your words and worry only about your actions, but as you were so gracious to offer me a work of art in your speeches, I can only reciprocate, whomever it is you face at 'Line-One.'"
He turns his head and faces another direction and stands up from the stool.
"Who are you facing at 'Line-One?'"
The camera pans around his body until it reaches the back of his head, which suddenly grows a full head of blond hair, slicked backwards. The scene comes full circle to reveal a clean shaven, younger looking man wearing nothing but black tear-aways with a white stripe down the centre, garb of Bobby Goodlife.
"A seemingly simple question to answer, yet infinitely complex in its depth. Champagne wishes and caviar dreams, remember that?" The arrogant Bobby Goodlife smiles and takes a sip from a bottle of Perrier, which he tosses to the ground.
He circles around the stool and then sits back down. The camera zooms fully onto his head and he places it in his hands and runs his hands through his blond locks as he lifts his head upright once again.
"We surmise that such a question will lay festering deep in your mind and will gnaw away at your inferior mindset and rightfully so, until you are cognizant that the blood in my veins destines us to victory."
The camera pulls back to reveal the Duke of Wessex, Robert Lancaster II, in a crimson red tank top with the word "Jacobins" emblazoned on the front, and black pants, with white taped wrists.
"It is still about Libertas an Mortis Finnegan, liberty or death...our liberty and the death of your career."
He blinks and suddenly his eyes return to the red tinted contact lenses of Avarice. The scene stays focused on his eyes and only his
eyes.
"The Destroyer of Worlds only seeks evolution. Evolution. You are a step in our evolution, Finnegan, and we shall place your soul on the wall of souls that we have reaped and look forward. You are not the end of our story Finnegan. You shall ultimately be a footnote towards immortality."
A laugh.
The scene pulls back to find a casually dressed Lancaster in a deep purple and black pinstripe Ralph Lauren Windsor dress shirt and matching cavalry twill madison black dress pants, with black Oxford dress shoes and his silver Chain of Nobility hanging around his neck.
"Now we step in the ring sir."
Lights arise to illuminate a dank warehouse save for the ring in which Lancaster stands, whose ropes naturally are covered in barbed wire. He rises again from the stool.
"And no matter whom you face..."
Suddenly he changes form to Bobby Goodlife, and he takes a few steps forward, then to Duke Robert Lancaster II, then a few steps more to Avarice, and then back to his present form.
"The ring shall burn. And I might note: take notice Curtis and Phoenix. Both of you. You're next."
He places his hands in his trouser pockets.
"Bound by wild desire, I fell into a ring of fire."
"I fell into a burning ring of fire, I went down, down, down, and the flames went higher, and it burns, burns, burns."
"The ring of fire. The ring of fire."
In the very corner of the ring a small spark lights up.
"I fell into a burning ring of fire, I went down, down, down, and the flames went higher, and it burns, burns, burns."
"The ring of fire. The ring of fire."
The ring mat begins to catch fire and spread quickly around up the turnposts, and along the barbed wire covered ring ropes.
"The taste of love is sweet, when hearts like ours meet. I fell for you like a child, oh but the fire went wild."
The flames grow in strength as its grasp reaches the wooden planks of the warehouse, and crawls up the warehouse walls. The entire room begins to incinerate.
"I fell into a burning ring of fire, I went down, down, down, and the flames went higher, and it burns, burns, burns."
"The ring of fire. The ring of fire."
"I fell into a burning ring of fire, I went down, down, down, and the flames went higher, and it burns, burns, burns."
"The ring of fire. The ring of fire."
The scene begins to fade slowly as the sound and intensity of flames grows exponentially, leaving Lancaster standing in the centre of the fire engrossed warehouse.
In the few last visible frames Lancaster removes his Chain of Nobility and tosses it into the fire.
"And it burns, burns, burns, the ring of fire, the ring of fire...the ring of fire."
Blackness.
He begins to applaud quietly, louder, and louder, until he raises his head upright and forward facing.
"Such poetic words from you Seamus. Outstanding diction, grammar, prose."
His gleaming red eyes wrought by his contact lenses smile.
"One of your best works of fiction. I will ignore your words and worry only about your actions, but as you were so gracious to offer me a work of art in your speeches, I can only reciprocate, whomever it is you face at 'Line-One.'"
He turns his head and faces another direction and stands up from the stool.
"Who are you facing at 'Line-One?'"
The camera pans around his body until it reaches the back of his head, which suddenly grows a full head of blond hair, slicked backwards. The scene comes full circle to reveal a clean shaven, younger looking man wearing nothing but black tear-aways with a white stripe down the centre, garb of Bobby Goodlife.
"A seemingly simple question to answer, yet infinitely complex in its depth. Champagne wishes and caviar dreams, remember that?" The arrogant Bobby Goodlife smiles and takes a sip from a bottle of Perrier, which he tosses to the ground.
He circles around the stool and then sits back down. The camera zooms fully onto his head and he places it in his hands and runs his hands through his blond locks as he lifts his head upright once again.
"We surmise that such a question will lay festering deep in your mind and will gnaw away at your inferior mindset and rightfully so, until you are cognizant that the blood in my veins destines us to victory."
The camera pulls back to reveal the Duke of Wessex, Robert Lancaster II, in a crimson red tank top with the word "Jacobins" emblazoned on the front, and black pants, with white taped wrists.
"It is still about Libertas an Mortis Finnegan, liberty or death...our liberty and the death of your career."
He blinks and suddenly his eyes return to the red tinted contact lenses of Avarice. The scene stays focused on his eyes and only his
eyes.
"The Destroyer of Worlds only seeks evolution. Evolution. You are a step in our evolution, Finnegan, and we shall place your soul on the wall of souls that we have reaped and look forward. You are not the end of our story Finnegan. You shall ultimately be a footnote towards immortality."
A laugh.
The scene pulls back to find a casually dressed Lancaster in a deep purple and black pinstripe Ralph Lauren Windsor dress shirt and matching cavalry twill madison black dress pants, with black Oxford dress shoes and his silver Chain of Nobility hanging around his neck.
"Now we step in the ring sir."
Lights arise to illuminate a dank warehouse save for the ring in which Lancaster stands, whose ropes naturally are covered in barbed wire. He rises again from the stool.
"And no matter whom you face..."
Suddenly he changes form to Bobby Goodlife, and he takes a few steps forward, then to Duke Robert Lancaster II, then a few steps more to Avarice, and then back to his present form.
"The ring shall burn. And I might note: take notice Curtis and Phoenix. Both of you. You're next."
He places his hands in his trouser pockets.
"Bound by wild desire, I fell into a ring of fire."
"I fell into a burning ring of fire, I went down, down, down, and the flames went higher, and it burns, burns, burns."
"The ring of fire. The ring of fire."
In the very corner of the ring a small spark lights up.
"I fell into a burning ring of fire, I went down, down, down, and the flames went higher, and it burns, burns, burns."
"The ring of fire. The ring of fire."
The ring mat begins to catch fire and spread quickly around up the turnposts, and along the barbed wire covered ring ropes.
"The taste of love is sweet, when hearts like ours meet. I fell for you like a child, oh but the fire went wild."
The flames grow in strength as its grasp reaches the wooden planks of the warehouse, and crawls up the warehouse walls. The entire room begins to incinerate.
"I fell into a burning ring of fire, I went down, down, down, and the flames went higher, and it burns, burns, burns."
"The ring of fire. The ring of fire."
"I fell into a burning ring of fire, I went down, down, down, and the flames went higher, and it burns, burns, burns."
"The ring of fire. The ring of fire."
The scene begins to fade slowly as the sound and intensity of flames grows exponentially, leaving Lancaster standing in the centre of the fire engrossed warehouse.
In the few last visible frames Lancaster removes his Chain of Nobility and tosses it into the fire.
"And it burns, burns, burns, the ring of fire, the ring of fire...the ring of fire."
Blackness.