Post by theconspiracy on Jun 13, 2017 15:58:31 GMT
June 11th, 2017
Old Mill - Toronto, Ontario
1:15 PM
The sun light shines down through the massive window in the hall of the Old Mill. The riverbed that runs below the window, at the base of the building, is surrounded by red and white flowers. The hall is decorated with various Monaco and Lesotho flags, and the centrepieces are decorated with the corresponding colours. Everyone is dressed to the nines, with elaborate gowns, and designer suits. The small orchestra sits in the corner, playing a classical melody, as Maricia ascends the steps to the stage. The crowd settles down, and the music comes to a halt, as the priest begins to speak.
Priest: Ladies and gentlemen, we are gathered here today, to celebrate. Today is, after all, a celebration. A celebration of love, of commitment, of friendship, of family, and of two people who are to be tied together, from this day, until their last days. Prince Darius, of the Seeiso family of Lesotho. A man who I have personally known from childhood. I've seen you grow from a sometimes irrational, yet always motivated young boy, into an even more motivated, level-headed man. I am incredibly proud of you, as I'm sure your father is--
Darius glares at the priest, before smiling softly, and nodding.
Priest: I'm sure that everyone, is very proud of you.
The priest turns to Maricia.
Priest: Maricia, of the Coucheaux family, of Monaco. While I don't know nearly as much about you, as I do Darius, I do know a few things. I know that in all my years, I've never seen a woman with such beauty, elegance, and grace, as you. You are indeed the most brilliant complimentary figure, to Darius' rugged, and sometimes bashful self.
The crowd chuckles, as do Darius and Maricia. Their chuckles barely mask a thud, coming from somewhere in the bowels of the mill.
Priest: I'm sure that you two will have a very long, happy, and prosperous life together. One that is only worthy of kings, and queens. Of champions.
The crowd begins to applaud, muffling the sound of a splash.
Priest: Now, as is customary, although I'm sure we'll have no problems here, if there is indeed anyone who objects to this marriage, please speak now, or forever hold your piece.
The crowd remains silent. All of a sudden, the front door to the hall creaks open, and the crowd begins to murmur.
Priest: Sir, do you have any objection?
The Giant walks through the door, dressed in a tuxedo. He smiles, shakes his head, and proceeds to his seat.
The Giant: Not at all. Sorry I'm late, though.
He extends his arms towards Darius and Maricia.
The Giant: Please, continue.
He sits down and clasps his hands together. The priest nods, and continues.
Priest: Well then without further ado, Darius Seeiso, Maricia Coucheaux, I now pronounce you, husband and wife. Darius, you may now kiss the bride.
The crowd erupts into raucous applause as Darius and Maricia embrace. Through the celebration, not a single person notices, that outside the window, a body can be seen slowly floating down the river. It's neck twisted and horribly disfigured. The Giant smiles, applauding as Darius and Maricia raise each other's hands at the podium.
******
June 11th, 2017
Old Mill - Toronto, Ontario
6:23 PM
The Giant moves smoothly through the crowd, all of them schmoozing and conversing with one another. He takes his seat beside Maricia, at the head table.
The Giant: I've always hated weddings.
Maricia turns to him, puzzled.
MC: Why is that?
The Giant shrugs.
The Giant: All the disingenuous people. The fake laughter. The condescension masked as jokes. It's all a front, and quite frankly, it disgusts me.
Maricia nods.
MC: Fair.
She squints into the crowd.
MC: Do you see what I see?
The Giant shakes his head
The Giant: There's a lot to see here.
Maricia points, secretively.
MC: That man there. His wife has just gone off to the bathroom. He's standing beside the DJ, cradling a--
The Giant: Tiny box. No doubt with a ring, inside.
Maricia turns to The Giant, smiles sweetly, and nods.
MC: If you wouldn't mind.
The Giant smiles, and shrugs, flexing as he does.
The Giant: My pleasure.
The Giant stands, and marches over to the man, weaving once more through the crowd. He approaches the man, and smiles.
The Giant: The first dance is about to commence. I suggest you take your seat.
Man: Oh, my apologies, I was just waiting for my wi--
The Giant rests a hand on the back of the man's neck.
The Giant: I know, your wife.
The Giant slowly tightens his grip.
The Giant: I know what you have planned. Proposing at another man's wedding? Fuck that's weak. I'm going to have to inform you, that shit like that doesn't fly here. So, that being said--
The Giant snatches the box from the man's hand, leans in close, and tightens his grip even more.
The Giant: This night, is not for you. Now, go back to your seat, and don't make a fucking sound for the rest of the night. If I'm feeling generous, I'll give this back when you leave.
The Giant releases the man's neck, pats him on the chest, and sends him on his way, as the host takes the floor.
Host: Ladies and gentlemen, it's time for Darius and Maricia's first dance as husband and wife!
The crowd cheers, Darius and Maricia take the floor, and The Giant hurries back to his seat.
********
June 11th, 2017
Old Mill - Toronto, Ontario
8:08 PM
Darius is chatting with a few of the attendees, when a familiar face walks by.
DS: Answer! Good to see you man!
The Answer nods, and offers a short wave before continuing over to the buffet table. Prince William is the first to speak up.
PW: Another wrestler friend of yours?
DS: Precisely. One of the funniest men I know.
William nods and then looks to The Giant, who slowly walks up behind Darius, scanning the room.
PW: And who might this be?
Darius turns around to see The Giant, and chuckles.
DS: An old friend, now a co-worker.
William looks him up and down. He nods.
PW: What's your name, mate?
The Giant looks down at William, unimpressed.
The Giant: Irrelevant.
DS: Now now, don't be rude, he's just being personable!
The Giant sighs and shakes his head.
The Giant: My apologies. My name is Andreas Landa.
William tilts his head a bit.
PW: Landa is a German name, yes? Were you born in Germany?
Andreas Landa: German descent. Father's side. I was born in Portugal.
PW: Hmm. I'm guessing you tower over most of the Portuguese.
AL: Easily.
William nods uncomfortably, and excused himself. Darius looks to Andreas and chuckles.
DS: You're always so hostile!
Andreas smirks.
AL: I don't like the English.
********
Old Mill - Toronto, Ontario
1:15 PM
The sun light shines down through the massive window in the hall of the Old Mill. The riverbed that runs below the window, at the base of the building, is surrounded by red and white flowers. The hall is decorated with various Monaco and Lesotho flags, and the centrepieces are decorated with the corresponding colours. Everyone is dressed to the nines, with elaborate gowns, and designer suits. The small orchestra sits in the corner, playing a classical melody, as Maricia ascends the steps to the stage. The crowd settles down, and the music comes to a halt, as the priest begins to speak.
Priest: Ladies and gentlemen, we are gathered here today, to celebrate. Today is, after all, a celebration. A celebration of love, of commitment, of friendship, of family, and of two people who are to be tied together, from this day, until their last days. Prince Darius, of the Seeiso family of Lesotho. A man who I have personally known from childhood. I've seen you grow from a sometimes irrational, yet always motivated young boy, into an even more motivated, level-headed man. I am incredibly proud of you, as I'm sure your father is--
Darius glares at the priest, before smiling softly, and nodding.
Priest: I'm sure that everyone, is very proud of you.
The priest turns to Maricia.
Priest: Maricia, of the Coucheaux family, of Monaco. While I don't know nearly as much about you, as I do Darius, I do know a few things. I know that in all my years, I've never seen a woman with such beauty, elegance, and grace, as you. You are indeed the most brilliant complimentary figure, to Darius' rugged, and sometimes bashful self.
The crowd chuckles, as do Darius and Maricia. Their chuckles barely mask a thud, coming from somewhere in the bowels of the mill.
Priest: I'm sure that you two will have a very long, happy, and prosperous life together. One that is only worthy of kings, and queens. Of champions.
The crowd begins to applaud, muffling the sound of a splash.
Priest: Now, as is customary, although I'm sure we'll have no problems here, if there is indeed anyone who objects to this marriage, please speak now, or forever hold your piece.
The crowd remains silent. All of a sudden, the front door to the hall creaks open, and the crowd begins to murmur.
Priest: Sir, do you have any objection?
The Giant walks through the door, dressed in a tuxedo. He smiles, shakes his head, and proceeds to his seat.
The Giant: Not at all. Sorry I'm late, though.
He extends his arms towards Darius and Maricia.
The Giant: Please, continue.
He sits down and clasps his hands together. The priest nods, and continues.
Priest: Well then without further ado, Darius Seeiso, Maricia Coucheaux, I now pronounce you, husband and wife. Darius, you may now kiss the bride.
The crowd erupts into raucous applause as Darius and Maricia embrace. Through the celebration, not a single person notices, that outside the window, a body can be seen slowly floating down the river. It's neck twisted and horribly disfigured. The Giant smiles, applauding as Darius and Maricia raise each other's hands at the podium.
******
June 11th, 2017
Old Mill - Toronto, Ontario
6:23 PM
The Giant moves smoothly through the crowd, all of them schmoozing and conversing with one another. He takes his seat beside Maricia, at the head table.
The Giant: I've always hated weddings.
Maricia turns to him, puzzled.
MC: Why is that?
The Giant shrugs.
The Giant: All the disingenuous people. The fake laughter. The condescension masked as jokes. It's all a front, and quite frankly, it disgusts me.
Maricia nods.
MC: Fair.
She squints into the crowd.
MC: Do you see what I see?
The Giant shakes his head
The Giant: There's a lot to see here.
Maricia points, secretively.
MC: That man there. His wife has just gone off to the bathroom. He's standing beside the DJ, cradling a--
The Giant: Tiny box. No doubt with a ring, inside.
Maricia turns to The Giant, smiles sweetly, and nods.
MC: If you wouldn't mind.
The Giant smiles, and shrugs, flexing as he does.
The Giant: My pleasure.
The Giant stands, and marches over to the man, weaving once more through the crowd. He approaches the man, and smiles.
The Giant: The first dance is about to commence. I suggest you take your seat.
Man: Oh, my apologies, I was just waiting for my wi--
The Giant rests a hand on the back of the man's neck.
The Giant: I know, your wife.
The Giant slowly tightens his grip.
The Giant: I know what you have planned. Proposing at another man's wedding? Fuck that's weak. I'm going to have to inform you, that shit like that doesn't fly here. So, that being said--
The Giant snatches the box from the man's hand, leans in close, and tightens his grip even more.
The Giant: This night, is not for you. Now, go back to your seat, and don't make a fucking sound for the rest of the night. If I'm feeling generous, I'll give this back when you leave.
The Giant releases the man's neck, pats him on the chest, and sends him on his way, as the host takes the floor.
Host: Ladies and gentlemen, it's time for Darius and Maricia's first dance as husband and wife!
The crowd cheers, Darius and Maricia take the floor, and The Giant hurries back to his seat.
********
June 11th, 2017
Old Mill - Toronto, Ontario
8:08 PM
Darius is chatting with a few of the attendees, when a familiar face walks by.
DS: Answer! Good to see you man!
The Answer nods, and offers a short wave before continuing over to the buffet table. Prince William is the first to speak up.
PW: Another wrestler friend of yours?
DS: Precisely. One of the funniest men I know.
William nods and then looks to The Giant, who slowly walks up behind Darius, scanning the room.
PW: And who might this be?
Darius turns around to see The Giant, and chuckles.
DS: An old friend, now a co-worker.
William looks him up and down. He nods.
PW: What's your name, mate?
The Giant looks down at William, unimpressed.
The Giant: Irrelevant.
DS: Now now, don't be rude, he's just being personable!
The Giant sighs and shakes his head.
The Giant: My apologies. My name is Andreas Landa.
William tilts his head a bit.
PW: Landa is a German name, yes? Were you born in Germany?
Andreas Landa: German descent. Father's side. I was born in Portugal.
PW: Hmm. I'm guessing you tower over most of the Portuguese.
AL: Easily.
William nods uncomfortably, and excused himself. Darius looks to Andreas and chuckles.
DS: You're always so hostile!
Andreas smirks.
AL: I don't like the English.
********
