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Promo - "Fall From Grace"

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*BANG BANG BANG*

 

The sound of a judge's gavel rapping against a bench fills the darkened, nearly empty room. A lone light hangs from the ceiling, illuminating five solemn figures, two on either side of main figure who sits behind the bench. On the opposite side of the room stands two more men, one of intimidating proportions and one slender and shorter, both of whom are dressed in business suits. Everyone's face is shaded by the poor lighting in the room. All though the room is dark, there are shuffling noises that seem to give it the feeling that it is occupied by more than we can see.

 

"Ahem," the first robed clears his throat to help gather the attention of the men on hand. "Given the information brought to light, along with the... lack of progress that we all have noticed in your public image..."

 

"Your honor, if I might have a word..." the larger man interupts.

 

"I feel that you've said enough," the judge spits back. "Your actions have already said more than you could ever possibly try to explain! Despite your long running reputation and public relations work, I'm afraid I have to..."

 

"Wait!"

 

"... demote you..." the judge continues, "from your current rank of a level six supervillain to a level three villain."

 

"... NOOOOOOOOOOO!"

 

"We will review your case in..."

 

"... OOOoooooooo..."

 

"... three months time," the judge continues obviously annoyed. "Until then, try your best to be evil."

 

...

 

..

 

.

 

"... ooooo ..."

 

"Court is adjourned." announces the main judge. All five men who were seated along the bench rise and slowly fade from sight leaving only the larger man, now crouched down in the middle of the illuminated part of the room, and his companion standing beside him.

 

"This is the lowest point in my career, Heff." the larger man sighs. "I'm not even sure that I'm allowed to have an assistant anymore."

 

"That's okay, sir. I'm with you for thick and thin." Heff's effeminate, lispy voice is heard for the first time. "I wouldn't want to be underneath any man besides The Crimson Skull."

 

"You mean work underneath?"

 

"That's what I said." Heff says, glancing around the room.

 

"Even if it means a paycut?"

 

"As long as I'm paid under-the-table."

 

"Deal," the larger man says, looking up to reveal he's wearing a crimson mask. "In that case... we must make haste to our hideout in order to formulate a plan!"

 

"I'll pull the van around then..." Heff says, excusing himself.

 

"Yes... a plan..." a smile forms across the face of The Crimson Skull. "A plan so perfect, the likes the world has never..."

 

Suddenly, the entire room is illuminated. The door slowly swings shut as a man pushing a mop and bucket enters the room.

 

"Damnit!"

 

"Sorry... I didn't know anyone was still in here. Want me to come back later?" asks the janitor.

 

"No..." Skull sighs. "You've ruined the moment for me now."

 

 

 

 

 

"Fucking janitors..."

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*readies Skull's World Title shot*

 

Oh hell yeah.

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