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Fontanna · **02-20-2016, 09:25 PM**

“Whoa...What was that?” Billy Jackson couldn't recall what just happened. He was meeting with Kara and boom now he is here in this pitch black room. The cement feels ice cold to the touch but Billy isn't even sure he is feeling anything really. He is so disoriented and confused about the last few minutes of his life that nothing makes much sense right now. Where the hell is he and why the hell can't he see anything is the real question right now. As Billy feels around trying to find a light switch or even a wall to guide him around, he see's the first flicker of light off in the distance. Well at least he thinks it's off in the distance. It was so fast that fuck it could have been anywhere really.

The light flickers again but this time for a little longer. Billy managed to see it was definitely off in the distance. Billy stumbles blindly forward, his hands outstretched waiting to hit the wall or something soon, but he just kept walking forward towards the flickering light. What the hell was that light anyway? A candle or torch or something he'd imagined. Did he fall down an abandoned mine shaft? Kara was right in front of him a minute ago but fuck he couldn't remember anything else. He just kept making his way towards that flickering light, but the longer he walked the further it seemed away.

“It's useless Billy! All is lost!” What the fuck was that? The voice seemed like it came directly from inside Billy's head. It stopped him dead in his tracks as the flickering light explodes into an all out inferno. Within seconds Billy was surrounded with red hot flame. He could now see he wasn't in a room at all but actually back at the fairgrounds. He could make out the Ferris Wheel in the background but it now looked decapitate as if it were hundreds of years old. The same voice he heard was now laughing uncontrollably. Now Billy was overcome with memories of what happened previously to him.

He seen Kara Moonblood in all her unremarkable beauty standing in front of him. She had burst into flames but her skin didn't burn. Her intoxicating brown eyes had turned blood red as she transformed into some sort of demon right before his very eye's. Billy had no where to run as he himself was caught up in the searing flames. Oddly enough he couldn't feel the heat from the flames at this point. He notices that where his skin had once been was now just charred bone. He touches his face but it's more of the same. His flesh had been melted clean from his body and now all that was left was charred bone.

Was he dead? Was all this some bad dream? That's what it was...he had fallen asleep inside the ticket booth and any minute his father would burst though the door extremely angry and wake him up right? Billy tried to scream but he had no voice. The laughter got louder like it was mocking him. Billy dropped to his boney knees and put his hands over his burnt face. If he had the ability he would be crying right now.

“ Don't bother trying to pray to your God now Billy. He isn't in this place. You will now pay for every sin you have ever committed in your miserable life and I'm going to enjoy every moment of it! Or there is one way you can save your miserable existence. Would you like to know how Billy?” Billy shook his head yes. There is nothing he want's more then to stop whatever this is that is happening to him.

“ You will belong to me from here on out. Your job is to bring replacement souls to me in exchange for your own. The more souls he bring to me then the more pieces of yourself you get back in return. Until then your Frankenstein's Monster walking this earth bringing me worthy souls. Your name is no longer Billy Jackson. No this earth will learn to know you by a new name....Jack the Ripper! Now go fourth and make me proud Jack!”

Billy...now known as Jack the Ripper is swept up in a whirlwind. His flesh is returned to his bones and is covered in a black cloak with a black top hat to set the whole outfit off. A Globe is placed in front of him and given a great spin. Jack's gloved finger stops on London England. He turns from The Great Entertainer and walks down the long corridor that leads out of The Great Chamber as we Fade to Black...

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Oh Tommy you didn't disappoint did you? I'm glad your fan base is just as stupid as you are sir. Did anyone else notice that poor Tommy needed two teenage boys to beat up a woman? But I do hope you enjoyed your burger sir because where you are going there will be no food. I'm glad that your not afraid of The Great Entertainer. It will make it more fun when he plucks your eyes out of your fucking head! I also had a hard time getting through your promo sir. Not because it was boring but because I believe you have a speech impediment or something because half the words you spoke made absolutely no fucking sense!

You went back to your old tricks of playing back tape of my previous promo. That's all fine and dandy Mr Wish if you would have backed it up with substance instead of the mouth diarrhea that you spit at me this time. I will cut you some slack though and blame it on a food poisoning from the bottom of the food chain establishments that you tend to eat at. You will not have to lay down for me Tommy because when I get a hold of you I will tear you limb from limb. You are nothing but scum from under the bottom of my shoe. The leftover food that falls down into the garbage disposal. Not really worthy of being saved by The Great Entertainer but every revolution has to start somewhere and by finally beating you and redeeming the small bit of pride you stole from me the first two times we fought!

Don't think you can kill The Great Entertainer so easily dear boy. The Great Entertainer would have you inside out before you could spit one of those wigger sayings you like to spit. So next time you even bring up his name you will speak with fucking respect you understand me mother fucker! Anyway I'm not gonna waist anymore time talking about such a small foot hole in my career. A cock stain like you don't deserve to be talked about this much. How you have stuck around so long in this company has me very very confused. Anyway...like I said before. See you in England bitch!

Fontanna's mind was blown with the history lesson he learned today. True he had heard stories about Jack the ripper from when he was a child in history class but to now know the origin of one of histories most iconic killers is exhilarating. The more he finds out about his master the more he tends to like the situation he is in. Now if he could only start bringing in the amount of souls that Jack did he would be a very happy man. Fontanna opens another book...this time telling the tale of one Jeffrey Lionel Dahmer!

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