Post by thrashmetaldan on Aug 24, 2012 19:49:57 GMT -6
The camera opens on a dark room, as Damien’s promotional events often do, lit only by a single lightbulb, which hangs from the ceiling. Mr. Vincent, himself, is primly dressed in his black suit with purple tie; United States Title buckled tightly around his waist. He’s starring the camera directly in the lens, and without much of his normal physical bravado, begins to speak, with a nonchalant grin.
“Worms, you have just witnessed the solidification of my reign. I have heard it said, on occasion, that ‘you are not a true champion until you defend your belt’. And, in case you were too frightened of my glory to actually view my shining defense, I dispatched my opponent, expertly. Cameron Cash was just a small impediment to my swift progress. Against all odds, pitted against two men, in an arena where they had set everything to oppose me, I trampled them under heel! They sent electricity coursing through my veins, and I only came at them with ever increasing intensity! I left that cage as a champion. I left it as a warrior, of olympic proportions. I left it...undefeated.
My simple worms, have you noticed a trend within my matches? I have yet to be dispatched in any way, shape, or form, regardless of competition. And said competition was never thin. I have battled no one aside from champions and former champions! Legends, all! I opened up my career against the monstrous Grave Digger. He was annihilated within seconds. Next, I braved not one, but two tremendous battles against the legendary Japanese warrior, Hajime, and he was mercilessly put down in both no matter how much offense he threw at me. Then, one of my shining moments: when fate itself conspired against Andrew Savage to bring his undeserved title to my waiting arms. And finally, last week. You saw the power I unleashed against Cash and Trent. This is a sight you’re going to grow quite used to...”
He then unbuckles his title and shoves it up against the lens so that the only thing visible is the name plate at the bottom of the belt where “Damien Vincent” is clearly displayed. He then pulls the title away and begins caressing it.
“This this week, I’m going to make a point of demonstrating to you all just how superior I am to every other athlete on this roster, not by defending this, but by destroying every last one of them...A battle royal! The entire Freedom brand on display. And each of them knows what I think about them. I cannot deny that I will, perhaps, be at a disadvantage in this match. Most of the men here are unable to bare the truth of my words, and despise me for it. But I shall toss the odds back in their putrid faces! For even if they all decided, to a man, that they would combine their might against me, they would fall leagues short. For I am the Apex of Warriors. And my moment has arrived. I have no idea what prize Mischoff promises, but understand that it belongs to Damien Vincent!
Stay tuned in, lowly muck-dwellers! This week, one of my most vocal adversaries, Mr. Thomas Roberts, color commentary extraordinaire, joins me on The Dark Room. We will be discussing his foolish hesitation to believe in the brilliance of my abilities. Until then, good night, and REMEMBER YOUR PLACE! In case you were wondering...it’s beneath me.”
Damien walks out and slams the door to the room shut so hard that the handle actually pops out of the socket and begins to wobble around on the floor. The shot fades out as it stops rolling against the wall.
“Worms, you have just witnessed the solidification of my reign. I have heard it said, on occasion, that ‘you are not a true champion until you defend your belt’. And, in case you were too frightened of my glory to actually view my shining defense, I dispatched my opponent, expertly. Cameron Cash was just a small impediment to my swift progress. Against all odds, pitted against two men, in an arena where they had set everything to oppose me, I trampled them under heel! They sent electricity coursing through my veins, and I only came at them with ever increasing intensity! I left that cage as a champion. I left it as a warrior, of olympic proportions. I left it...undefeated.
My simple worms, have you noticed a trend within my matches? I have yet to be dispatched in any way, shape, or form, regardless of competition. And said competition was never thin. I have battled no one aside from champions and former champions! Legends, all! I opened up my career against the monstrous Grave Digger. He was annihilated within seconds. Next, I braved not one, but two tremendous battles against the legendary Japanese warrior, Hajime, and he was mercilessly put down in both no matter how much offense he threw at me. Then, one of my shining moments: when fate itself conspired against Andrew Savage to bring his undeserved title to my waiting arms. And finally, last week. You saw the power I unleashed against Cash and Trent. This is a sight you’re going to grow quite used to...”
He then unbuckles his title and shoves it up against the lens so that the only thing visible is the name plate at the bottom of the belt where “Damien Vincent” is clearly displayed. He then pulls the title away and begins caressing it.
“This this week, I’m going to make a point of demonstrating to you all just how superior I am to every other athlete on this roster, not by defending this, but by destroying every last one of them...A battle royal! The entire Freedom brand on display. And each of them knows what I think about them. I cannot deny that I will, perhaps, be at a disadvantage in this match. Most of the men here are unable to bare the truth of my words, and despise me for it. But I shall toss the odds back in their putrid faces! For even if they all decided, to a man, that they would combine their might against me, they would fall leagues short. For I am the Apex of Warriors. And my moment has arrived. I have no idea what prize Mischoff promises, but understand that it belongs to Damien Vincent!
Stay tuned in, lowly muck-dwellers! This week, one of my most vocal adversaries, Mr. Thomas Roberts, color commentary extraordinaire, joins me on The Dark Room. We will be discussing his foolish hesitation to believe in the brilliance of my abilities. Until then, good night, and REMEMBER YOUR PLACE! In case you were wondering...it’s beneath me.”
Damien walks out and slams the door to the room shut so hard that the handle actually pops out of the socket and begins to wobble around on the floor. The shot fades out as it stops rolling against the wall.