Dace59 0 Report post Posted December 13, 2003 “ZYKLON! ZYKLON! ZYKLON! ZYKLON!” ‘What better way to build endurance than this, and see a band I like at the same time. Grappler can try all he wants, but in a Texas Deathmatch, he’s got no chance against me.’ Dace stands in the middle of a crowd of people in some small Tampa club, smoke and the smell of beer, sweet and blood hangs in the air, as the packed crowd chants louder and louder, waiting for Zyklon to get on stage and play. In full gear and war pain, Dace clenches his fists, waiting for the storm of violence that’s coming. ‘What better way to train that to beat the shit out of everyone around and try to walk about alive. Grappler thinks he can take the ICTV Title, he thinks he go against me in my element. I’d like to see him walk in here and get out alive.’ AAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! An ear splitting roar goes out from the crowd as the four members of Zyklon take their place on stage. The crowd surges towards the front of the club, squashing against the barriers trying to get as close as they can. Grinning from ear to ear, Dace muscles in between people, pushing and shoving with the rest of the mass. ‘Here we fucking go…’ THE DEATH RITUAL BEINGS… BBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM! A shower of pyro explodes from the stage, early ripping the roof off with the opening roar of Chaos Deathcult rips through the amps and bodies and fists start flying. Shoving bodies from side to as circle forms in the centre of the floor. Everyone spinning around as fast as they can, smashing into each other at full speed, with Dace caught in the middle. Esoteric knowledge about the last of things. My sweet eschatological vision. Foundation for the renewal of the world, immemorial sins, never redeemed. Suppressed, oppressed, never redeem again. The sulphur-kingdom, purgatory, hell`s damnation, no man will be perditioned for all time. ‘This is violence and this is what I’m going to bring against Charlie Matthews. I’m going to make us both bleed all over the arena. He can train however he wants. But for this match, you’ve got to be tough. You have to be able to survive anything. Even a Zyklon pit.’ Grabbing someone by the shirt and throwing them to the other side of the pit, Dace gets swallowed up and fights back out of the cyclone mass of the circle of death, pounding away on anyone that touches him. Flying across one side of the circle and into the earth, Dace sends a heap of people scattering backwards. Just to launch himself straight back into the fight. Where is your millennium? Where is your kingdom of a thousand years? What you see is a world of hate, of pitiness, never again to be set in state. What you see is what you get. Evolving chaos, death the inevitable force It`s your cult, your mission ‘I don’t care what it takes. From just a Dark Star Driver to slicing him up with a rail spike. All the things from that bastard Va’aiga dumping me on my head all the way up to now. Grappler is going to find out just how much hate I’ve stored up and I’m going to late him take it all.’ The spinning mass of bodies slam against each other over and over in time to the skull crushing beats of the song. Blood stains the floor and heads collide with things like fists and other heads. A game of king of the pit forms as someone foolishly tries to hold their ground in the middle of the circle. Barrelling into them like a rhino, Dace slams them aside and hammers down anyone that charges at him, throwing them like rag dolls as the pit gets more and more violent. Misery - a necessary evil Sympathy - a tool for fools Death - the ultimate function Mercy - a waste of grace ‘So bring on the Texas Deathmatch. Bring on the hate and the pain. The blood, the weapons, the war. I’m going to give Charlie Matthews a Christmas gift he’s never going to forget. Never.’ Every man is therefore guilty of all the good he did. *Fade out....* Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Hank Kingsley 0 Report post Posted December 13, 2003 *Feigns toughness, cleans urine stain from pants* Uhh...great promo? (note: just let me keep my limbs intact, okay?) Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
5_moves_of_doom 0 Report post Posted December 16, 2003 "ZYKLON! ZYKLON! ZYKLON!" I had gotten that far, and I had already decided my reply -- dude, what the hell is wrong with you? Good promo, anyway. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Dace59 0 Report post Posted December 16, 2003 What's wrong with Blackend Death Metal super groups? Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Mr. S£im Citrus 0 Report post Posted December 16, 2003 You mean, aside from the fact that it sounds like... Nah, I won't go there; I like Dace... Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Dace59 0 Report post Posted December 16, 2003 It's the Norwegan for Cyclone Dub Cee. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
