Post by Fayette Moreau on Oct 30, 2022 14:17:08 GMT -5
XHW's camera crew finds themselves wandering the streets of Boston, Massachusetts during the eerie hours of midnight. Though most people would be tucked away comfortably in their beds at this hour, this was a special time of the year. Especially for Massachusetts. With Halloween around the corner, various spooky attractions were still up and running, arousing the locals to come out of their safe abodes so that they could delve into their horrific delights. From haunted houses to ghost tours, the night was filled with life. However, the crew did not find themselves joining in on the fun. They were instead approaching an unusually empty building known as The Cutler Majestic Theatre. A classical theatre that was once vivacious with plays and performances back in its prime, but now was nothing more than a historical monument. Aside from the occasional brave souls who dared to still perform on its stage today. It was still odd to see it so empty as it was typically one of the hottest spots on the many ghost tours that Massachusetts had to offer.
One of the tour guides was waiting for them at the entrance, smiling enthusiastically, as that was part of the job, while they explained that the theatre had been rented out for the evening just for them. Many of the crew looked amongst themselves in confusion and slight surprise, while the others rolled their eyes. They had been in this business long enough to expect the unexpected with many of the talent on XHW's current roster. They follow the tour guide into the building and to their designated seats, noting that a few of the other seats were occupied by elaborate dummies and mannequins. Two of those lifeless figures appeared to be dressed up to look like two of the most influential members of the House of Pain. Eryx Madoc and their Father Vicar.
Once seated, the camera pans around to take in the vintage yet lavish décor of the old theatre in hopes to distract from the creep factor left by those dolls. They didn't have long to admire its intricate details, up kept by the admiring and efficient staff, as the lights then dimmed to leave them in total darkness. You can hear the soft whisper of the crew as they try to figure out what could be going on, only for them to gasp as a spotlight switches on and focuses on the center stage.
Standing in the center was none other than Fayette Moreau who was posed as if waiting for her cue to begin an elaborate performance. The crew sit in stark silence as they wait in anticipation for her to make her next move. Fayette was dressed differently than what the XHWverse had grown accustomed to. Rather than her hair being strewn up in messy buns or her makeup in complete disarray or wearing her usual tattered garb, she stood before her audience like a transformed princess. Hair delicately curled, outfit bejeweled and fabulously crafted, along with a variety of charming accessories like the crown adorning her pretty little head. Her icy blue eyes scan out the rows of seats before her as she then flashes a charming smile.
"Welcome..." The word comes out with a gentle lilt in her voice as her eyes finally connect with the camera lens. Her petite form steps forward until she stands at the very edge of the stage before she then seats herself upon it, her legs elegantly stretched to the side. "Are you surprised to see us again? Do not fret, even we know where we stand among the rest of our family. We did not expect to be chosen for this momentous occasion either. But... We are simply delighted, nonetheless. For this is yet another chance for us to prove ourselves to Father Vicar and the greatness that we can bring to the family name. And of course, this allows us to stay in the favorable eye of our Eryx." She grins as her attention turns to the Madoc look-a-like in the crowd. She then gives a soft giggle, her eyes casting downward at the floorboards of the stage as she thinks of her next words.
"We cannot lie. For a while, even we began to doubt. We doubted our abilities, our heart, our purpose... We could feel ourselves gradually slipping into the trap of worthlessness from failure after failure. Like a ghost constantly reliving the trauma that led to their soul's untimely and tragic death. We were haunted by the cycle of disappointment." The genuine sadness cast upon her features was enough to stir sympathy in anyone. After all, her small frame and youthful look made her appear like an upset child after a harsh scolding. "And yet, we found ourselves becoming part of a family. Unwillingly at first, mind you. But the prophet never turned on us. Not once. He continued to believe that we would once again rise up to our former glory and become an asset to our new lovely home."
She lifts her head back up, tossing her blonde locks over her shoulder as if to put the past shame behind her. That impish smile spreading across her face once more. Her petite form changes position, now sitting on her knees and leaning forward to now stare intently in the center of the camera.
"Which is why at Devil's Dance you will see us like never before. As soon as we were bestowed the honor of representing our house, we began to prepare. We took the lessons given to us in the form of bruising, burns, and lashes, and used them to ascend from our lowly squalor into something truly brilliant. A force that can demand victory. A creature worthy to devote themselves to the prophecies foretold." Her head tilts in an otherworldly sense as she continues to crawl forward on all fours. "Et la prophétie prétend que la victoire sera au nom de la maison!" She shouts into the lens, followed by a guttural growl that makes the camera man jump in their seat. She presses her body against the floor as she laughs in excitement from their reaction.
Then with a satisfied sigh, she picks herself back up and twirls back to the center of the stage. Humming a tune that only she could hear.
"There's nothing that anyone of you can do to stop us now. No one can hold us back. Which is our one warning to you, Mizz Fortune. We have held our tongue and bided our time for the sake of the House's success. We have sat quietly as you made one too many disgusting remarks toward our beloved Eryx because we understood that your talents are a necessity to the House and its eminent end goal. We are willing to cooperate despite every fiber of our being desiring to rip your tongue out and cauterize your throat shut so that you may never defile our prophet again. Because there are things more important than us and what we want. We know that now." She gives a brief pause, her eyes glancing around as if watching a figure floating about them. Though there was nothing visible for the camera to pick up. "So, we wish to see you in all your kooky renown. Scattering about the ring and inflicting terror upon your victims."
"Those victims being Evander Gray, Gideon Cross, Marcus Vaughn, and Tyrone Lavar. Men who have all shown their prowess since their beginnings in XHW. Evander having been the first to don the Television Champion title. Gideon, once the Undisputed Champion and twice the X-Core Champion. The two of them are indeed a threat in their own right. Which makes them competition that neither us or Mizz Fortune should underestimate. Then we have our other opposition in Tyrone and Marcus, whose careers have been a little lackluster as of late. Could be due to the lack of chemistry between them in their recent tag team matches. But who knows? Perhaps their hatred toward us could be the exact push they need to finally earn their first tag team victory. That would be an adorable sight, but unfortunately, we can't allow that to happen."
Fayette's dainty frame turns to let her back face the camera now, glancing over her shoulder where we could once again stare back into those distant icy orbs. Her expression stiffens as the smile fades and we are met with a more cold, stern glare.
"No matter what you bring to the ring, gentlemen, we shall not fall with ease. But...if you do somehow manage to...we'll take you down with us."
The curtain then swiftly falls and the spotlight shuts off, leaving the crew back in total darkness.
