Post by brandi on Apr 26, 2020 18:13:06 GMT -5
A crowded street market is the hectic scene that greets us when the black screen fades off. There is an obscene amount of people who don't seem to give two shits about Social Distancing, just walking around and bumping into one another while attempting to reach for fruits and produce laid out by street vendors. Among the crowd of sweaty men and women, we see a pasty white woman that stands out like a sore thumb. Her pale skin and jet black hair, along with black surgical mask, make her very noticeable. She approaches our focal point of view as she begins to speak.
SAVAGE:
"Pigs... Filthy pigs. Every single last one of them. What can I possibly do to make you understand that? You are a naive sociopath. And you dare claim the moniker of El Muertos? La Santa Muerte would not treat them as if they are deserving of mercy or any sort of humane form of execution. They are pigs, Muertos, and they should be slaughtered as such. See, that is your problem... You believe you know when to stop. But some times the stopping point is beyond their soul's demise."
Noble Savage stops by a vendor that has dozens of dried ducks hanging from hooks. As flies swarm around the kiosk, Noble Savage looks up at them and removes her face mask to reveal a smile. She then thrusts her hand into one of the ducks and rips out what appears to be its intestines.
VENDOR:
"Hey! Usted no ha comprado!"
SAVAGE:
"Be glad it's the duck and not you."
VENDOR:
"Leave! You leave now!"
Noble Savage holds the duck's innards as they are inexplicably moist despoite the fact that the duck she extracted it from was completel dried. She brings them forth toward the camera so that we may get a clear view. The disgusting guts begin to move in her palm.
SAVAGE:
"You see this? This is you, Muertos. You are the internal wrokings of a dead legacy. You have disgraced the legacy of La Santa Muerte and that is why she has chosen to ignore you. I noticed you were still waiting for her response, and I felt your anxiety when you set foot in my zone. You, just like these idiots did to these ducks, have managed to suck dry the essence of Santa Muerte. You would wish she had punished you once you realize what I have in store for you. I have chosen to pluck you out from within her womb, so that you may stop causing the embarrassing damage that you have been causing... I had to make sure first. I had to put you to the test to see if you had the GUTS to do what needed to be done when the right time came. Had you simply did what Death has instructed you to do, then we would be in a completly different situation now. But you failed, Muertos. You failed miserably and you showed your manhood... You showed your ass, Muertos. And now, I will introduce you to the one who is going to..."
Oh but of course she squishes the duck's guts in her hand. What else did you think she was going to do?
SAVAGE:
"Crush you into a pulp."
She proceeds to shake off the excess bits of gut and blood. She blows on her hand, freezing the wet blood into crystals before shaking it off into dust as well. The crystalized dust emitted from her freezing cold palm becomes a wave of mist before our eyes and the scene fades to white.
We fade in from the white screen and see Noble Savage standing in front of a pond at an unrecognizeable location. This seems to defy the laws of nature, as a tree is seen sticking out of the water, with leaves near the bottom of its base, but no leaves at the branches whatsoever. There is also no visible land besides the chunk she stands on. Noble Savage crouches down and dips one finger in the pond.
NOBLE:
"Spanish is not my strongest language, but I do understand the meaning of Santa Muerte... She is the Death Saint... You know what that means, don't you EL Muertos? I understand English is your second tongue, since you had a rough upbringing in the streets of Mexico City. Hell, I'd be surprised if you ever even went to school at all. It shows in the fact that Muertos is plural, but your title is El, which implies singular... I won't lie, when Savage and I first saw you, we were impressed. I referred to you as EL Muerto, but Savage insisted on calling you Los Muertos. Savage was excited. She interpreted it as another twin soul in our mist. But I just interpreted it as another Lost Muerto... Another identity crisis... Another Man Dead, in desperate need of guidance on how to reach the other side. I am here to help."
The ripples in the water that have formed around her finger now reach the root of the tree in the middle of the pond. These ripples continue up the tree's bark and toward the tips of the leafless branches. Puffs of purple smoke burst frfom these branches, giving way to sprouting faces of babies as if they were flowes growing from the branches. These faces blink with their black eyes that lack pupils and they all speak simultaneously.
FACES:
"Noble must follow Savsage... There is no helping El Muertos, he must be taught a lesson. Noble wants to lead him to us, but Savage wants to keep him where he is. Where he belongs."
NOBLE:
"Where he belongs?! What are you crazy? He doesn't belong! He is simply an instance of grief and torment, selected to live the same monment over and over again. He is going nowehere. He must be exorcised from--
FACES:
"ENOUGH! The mother wishes not to speak to Noble in this matter. It is not up for debate. Either destroy El Muertos or walk away. No help... No leading... No mercy."
Noble Savage stands up straight once again and takes a deep breath.
SAVAGE:
"You're right... But understanding where Noble comes from is critical to determining our approach. This once-whole man, El Muertos, is nothing more than a mere shadow of what he claims to be. He is constantly spinning his wheels, thinking the next moment is going to finally be his big one. He earned himself a rightful spot among the World Title conversation table, but he blew it, so in all actuality... What is his greatest accomplishment, really? What, eliminating Jaice Wilds from a Battle Royal? Been there, done that, took pictures and wiped my ass with them. He is a great in-ring performer, but his soul is in the wrong vessel. He is supposed to be the harbinger of death, but he is instead the upholder of justice? The one who shows mercy when it should least be shown? The one who tries to do what is... Right?! Pathetic... That is why he gets himself in the situation he gets himself in... Like the beatdown that the bloodline gave him... It would have taken place yet again, had it not been for me... And had I shown the mercy he has chosen to adopt, it would have been the end of him. I can't allow those children to be the ones who take him out. It will be me who brings prestige back to Santa Muerte. Not they..."
FACES:
"You... Understand... This task is one we can trust to you... Now go, Savage... Break the stride of this rotting apple... Do not leave room for doubt... Do not hesitate. Do not... Show... Mercy..."
Noble Savage grins fiendishly as the camera pans toward her face and begins to slowly zoom in. SHe lets out a chuckle and the scene fades to black.
The words "Muerte De Muertos" fade in with black letters.
SAVAGE:
"Pigs... Filthy pigs. Every single last one of them. What can I possibly do to make you understand that? You are a naive sociopath. And you dare claim the moniker of El Muertos? La Santa Muerte would not treat them as if they are deserving of mercy or any sort of humane form of execution. They are pigs, Muertos, and they should be slaughtered as such. See, that is your problem... You believe you know when to stop. But some times the stopping point is beyond their soul's demise."
Noble Savage stops by a vendor that has dozens of dried ducks hanging from hooks. As flies swarm around the kiosk, Noble Savage looks up at them and removes her face mask to reveal a smile. She then thrusts her hand into one of the ducks and rips out what appears to be its intestines.
VENDOR:
"Hey! Usted no ha comprado!"
SAVAGE:
"Be glad it's the duck and not you."
VENDOR:
"Leave! You leave now!"
Noble Savage holds the duck's innards as they are inexplicably moist despoite the fact that the duck she extracted it from was completel dried. She brings them forth toward the camera so that we may get a clear view. The disgusting guts begin to move in her palm.
SAVAGE:
"You see this? This is you, Muertos. You are the internal wrokings of a dead legacy. You have disgraced the legacy of La Santa Muerte and that is why she has chosen to ignore you. I noticed you were still waiting for her response, and I felt your anxiety when you set foot in my zone. You, just like these idiots did to these ducks, have managed to suck dry the essence of Santa Muerte. You would wish she had punished you once you realize what I have in store for you. I have chosen to pluck you out from within her womb, so that you may stop causing the embarrassing damage that you have been causing... I had to make sure first. I had to put you to the test to see if you had the GUTS to do what needed to be done when the right time came. Had you simply did what Death has instructed you to do, then we would be in a completly different situation now. But you failed, Muertos. You failed miserably and you showed your manhood... You showed your ass, Muertos. And now, I will introduce you to the one who is going to..."
Oh but of course she squishes the duck's guts in her hand. What else did you think she was going to do?
SAVAGE:
"Crush you into a pulp."
She proceeds to shake off the excess bits of gut and blood. She blows on her hand, freezing the wet blood into crystals before shaking it off into dust as well. The crystalized dust emitted from her freezing cold palm becomes a wave of mist before our eyes and the scene fades to white.
We fade in from the white screen and see Noble Savage standing in front of a pond at an unrecognizeable location. This seems to defy the laws of nature, as a tree is seen sticking out of the water, with leaves near the bottom of its base, but no leaves at the branches whatsoever. There is also no visible land besides the chunk she stands on. Noble Savage crouches down and dips one finger in the pond.
NOBLE:
"Spanish is not my strongest language, but I do understand the meaning of Santa Muerte... She is the Death Saint... You know what that means, don't you EL Muertos? I understand English is your second tongue, since you had a rough upbringing in the streets of Mexico City. Hell, I'd be surprised if you ever even went to school at all. It shows in the fact that Muertos is plural, but your title is El, which implies singular... I won't lie, when Savage and I first saw you, we were impressed. I referred to you as EL Muerto, but Savage insisted on calling you Los Muertos. Savage was excited. She interpreted it as another twin soul in our mist. But I just interpreted it as another Lost Muerto... Another identity crisis... Another Man Dead, in desperate need of guidance on how to reach the other side. I am here to help."
The ripples in the water that have formed around her finger now reach the root of the tree in the middle of the pond. These ripples continue up the tree's bark and toward the tips of the leafless branches. Puffs of purple smoke burst frfom these branches, giving way to sprouting faces of babies as if they were flowes growing from the branches. These faces blink with their black eyes that lack pupils and they all speak simultaneously.
FACES:
"Noble must follow Savsage... There is no helping El Muertos, he must be taught a lesson. Noble wants to lead him to us, but Savage wants to keep him where he is. Where he belongs."
NOBLE:
"Where he belongs?! What are you crazy? He doesn't belong! He is simply an instance of grief and torment, selected to live the same monment over and over again. He is going nowehere. He must be exorcised from--
FACES:
"ENOUGH! The mother wishes not to speak to Noble in this matter. It is not up for debate. Either destroy El Muertos or walk away. No help... No leading... No mercy."
Noble Savage stands up straight once again and takes a deep breath.
SAVAGE:
"You're right... But understanding where Noble comes from is critical to determining our approach. This once-whole man, El Muertos, is nothing more than a mere shadow of what he claims to be. He is constantly spinning his wheels, thinking the next moment is going to finally be his big one. He earned himself a rightful spot among the World Title conversation table, but he blew it, so in all actuality... What is his greatest accomplishment, really? What, eliminating Jaice Wilds from a Battle Royal? Been there, done that, took pictures and wiped my ass with them. He is a great in-ring performer, but his soul is in the wrong vessel. He is supposed to be the harbinger of death, but he is instead the upholder of justice? The one who shows mercy when it should least be shown? The one who tries to do what is... Right?! Pathetic... That is why he gets himself in the situation he gets himself in... Like the beatdown that the bloodline gave him... It would have taken place yet again, had it not been for me... And had I shown the mercy he has chosen to adopt, it would have been the end of him. I can't allow those children to be the ones who take him out. It will be me who brings prestige back to Santa Muerte. Not they..."
FACES:
"You... Understand... This task is one we can trust to you... Now go, Savage... Break the stride of this rotting apple... Do not leave room for doubt... Do not hesitate. Do not... Show... Mercy..."
Noble Savage grins fiendishly as the camera pans toward her face and begins to slowly zoom in. SHe lets out a chuckle and the scene fades to black.
The words "Muerte De Muertos" fade in with black letters.
MUERTE DE MUERTOS
