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(Don't) Shush, Children.
Topic Started: Dec 1 2015, 12:49 AM (74 Views)
Morris Crowe
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The Bayou Brothers are standing with Mary, staring at the camera. The only one with any emotion showing is Mary, and on her face is the cutest of smiles. It almost makes one feel like she's innocent, and good, and pure.... almost.

Everybody wants noise in this business of wrestling, don't they? Everyone wants their name to be spread, either shouted loud and proud or cussed out with an insult. My own boys here are no exceptions, as these two monstrous men are begging. You can't tell it by their looks, I know...

Mary turns her head slightly, and makes an exaggerated pouting face before continuing.[/o]

But these two are pleading you for their names to be spread. However, they want their tales to be told in a different way... These two want their name to not be shouted out, but whispered to each other. Not in hatred, not in love, but in pure fear. Can you do that, PRW? Can you give these two exactly what they want? Because if not then we will have problems, boys and gals. And trust us...

Mary lifts her hands up and backwards, grabbing onto the necks of the Bayou Brother's shirts'. She grows a wicked grin, then whips her head back before recomposing herself. She dusts off her white dress before giving the camera her classic smile.

... You do not want a problem. With me are the two most dominating men and women on God's Green Earth. They have wrestled gators, and boxed with bears. These two have beaten every adversary in front of them. The best part? They aren't freaks of nature, they are nature, born and raised in the swamps. And now they're only asking for simple things, small tasks which can be granted so easily if only one puts survival over pride...

Morris holds his hand out, the masked man gripping at Mary's shoulder. The hold he has looks as painful as a Claw hold. She winces a bit, and then gently places her own hands onto his, gently holding it.

Yes, Morris?

I... I have something to say... Do I have permission, Mother Mary?

Of course. Preach your thoughts, Morris Crowe.

His hand flies off her shoulder, and into the air, pointing at the camera now.

You see, we just want what normal people want. We want those crowds, the big ones, the sold out ones at Madison Square Garden, all saying our names, talking about us. We just want it in a different way. Just.... Just like you can hurt me, but I can hurt you more... In a different way. Right Mother Mary? Is that a good comparison? It is good enough?

Mary turns to the 'boy', and she raises her hand and gently caresses his face with a mother's touch. Meanwhile, Davey is only looking onward, staring blankly at the camera. Mary begins to speak in her softest of voices.

Oh, child, you're growing so fast. Yes, that was good enough.

Mary's head slowly positions itself back to face the camera.

When our names are whispered throughout the world, and all tongues have rolled off the words "Bayou Brothers" will we be happy. Until then, expect us to do whatever it takes to reach our goal. This is a goal for us, something to satisfy our hunger, and the Bayou Brothers are most dangerous on an empty stomach. Nobody, and I mean nobody, has spoken of them since their arrival. Whatever the cause, reason, or excuse, it will not fly with us anymore. Now, the Bayou Brothers are striking back. But keep shushed, everyone. Watch what happens.

Mary stops and pauses before continuing.

Shush, all of you, my children. Shush.

At saying this, Morris drops to his knees, and he's gripping at his head through his mask. He seems to be trying to make out the word "don't".

Shush, children.

D...Don't

Shush, children/

Don't! Don't!

The lightest of chuckles is let out from Mary's lips. She breathes in deeply, growing another one of her infamous smiles. She turns around and pats Morris on the head as Davey just turns to stare at her, moving for the first time minus breathing and blinking. Morris rises, jittering and shaking, and Mary turns back to the camera for a final time, blowing a kiss. Morris rushes forward, throwing his arm out seemingly to grab it, shouting "Mine!" When he's right next to the camera, he places his gross, masked face on the lens, giving everyone a clear view of what small amounts of skin do show. This is the final view before the camera shuts off.
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