Post by Phantom on Jun 17, 2012 23:33:42 GMT -6
(O.O.C. All excerpts that were used by me where written by yours truly so no worries on the copy writing thing.)
The scene opens in a dark room with just a little light being shown. The light is coming from a zippo that has a small flame going. It whimsically dances in the darkness casting the only light throughout the room. Suddenly the flame goes out as the top of the lighter is closed with a small cling. Then the flames is reignited again casting shadows quickly before the lighter is put out again. When the flame is reignited this time it seems to give off enough light to illuminate the upper torso, a hand and a shadow covered face of the World Heavyweight champion, Phantom. He has a seemingly emotionless face as he stared into the flames as he suddenly closed the zippo. Again the flame goes out and the room is draped in darkness.
The light reignites this time showing most of Phantom’s face, his torso and most of his scarred arms. His eyes are still intent on the flame from the lighter. Gradually the champion’s eyes roll up to look at the camera directly. The corner of his mouth twitches as his fingers fidget with the lighter.
Phantom- Fire…looking at me in person you would not think that my entire wrestling career would have been defined by it…that it could have been ended by it several times. That is what a person just looking at me would assume…
Shadows danced across his face as voices of past opponents ran through his head claiming they could beat the silver grey haired man, visions of them struggling to get up off of the ring mat after having a match with him, the pain that flowed through his body as he pushed past his limit to win time and again.
Phantom- Fire…is something that I envy and fear. I envy its power to destroy everything in its path but fear the uncontrollable nature of it. Someone who has seen my career emerge over the last eight months would no doubt describe me as a wild fire. Coming out of nowhere, leaving a path of destruction which could only be stopped by several men.
Phantom’s eyes were drawn back to the flame of the lighter. The fire illuminated his iris’ turning them a dim orange while reflecting in subtly in his pupils. Silver hair strands fell across the world champion’s face as he continued to stare into the lighter.
Phantom- For weeks now Max I have seen you show up at the Freedom shows and talk about how great you. How you were the greatest of FCW, how you are going to be a fighting champion and how you are the best in USPW currently. But all I have seen is you talk, nothing more. Yeah you get into brawls with fighters from the past or people that can’t hold a candle to you athletically anymore occasionally. But all I see is you show up talk about how great you are, how you can beat everyone on the roster but you have yet to prove anything. You have not stepped into the ring and competed against a single USPW wrestler. Frankly all I am hearing now coming out of your mouth is how much of a bitch you are being by not facing anyone. Somehow though you sucked up to management to give you a title that makes no sense in an effort to oust a man you cannot beat.
Phantom chuckled to himself as the flame danced in the dark before he shut the case of the zippo once again with a light cling. Just a few moments later the light was once again dancing silently and Phantom could be seen again still with his eyes on the flame.
Phantom- The International World Champion…it makes absolutely no sense, you are champion of the international community of the world? Well, gosh darn it Maxy that sort of sounds like the World Heavyweight Championship that sits around my waist. Strange…how you went around me to try and get a title that makes no sense in order to be at top of this company. That doesn’t show how strong you are that shows that you are…
Phantom’s eyes snap up to stare into the camera.
Phantom- A coward.
Phantom chuckled to himself.
Phantom- A coward with a bit of humor I must say though. I heard what you did with that fool dressed up like Jack Sparrow…I am sorry, Captain Jack Sparrow. I see what you were trying to do there. It made me laugh when I heard the story. But alas you have to get better security because I do not know anyone by the name of Brock and I have not had a roommate in seven months. If you don’t believe me I will even let you into my hotel suite back in DC and you tell me if you find anything that would hint I have a roommate. Me being so nice I will give you an exclusive tour led by yours truly. But I digress; you should get better security because you have lunatics breaking into your house in the middle of the night.
Phantom clicks the zippo shut once again as he is seen shifting his position just as the light goes out. When it comes back on Phantom is sitting further back from the flame but is still visible.
Phantom- Now I know you have had a question about how I can be sanctioned to compete in a sport let alone be the World Champion of one because of my schizophrenia. I have an answer for you. It is because even though I have been diagnosed with it I can kick anyone’s ass I want in this sport. Ask any of my opponents I have left lying on their back after trying to take me on. Yes it does make me a bit unpredictable but if you are as great as you say you are then it shouldn’t matter. I even heard just the other day that you said that you will try and take me out in the parking lot before the match starts. You don’t hear me complaining about it. In fact I embrace such a thing because I am not a coward that has to hide behind excuses like you will after our little match.
Once again the light goes out but when the light is reignited there are three pictures hanging above Phantom’s head on strings. One picture is of the RCW legend Jason Tombs with a World title belt over his shoulder, one is of RCW wrestler Scorch, and the final is of “The Idol” Max Prophet with the International World title belt thrown over his shoulder.
Phantom- Now earlier I said that fire has defined my career and that someone that did not know me would not understand. The fact of the matter is that just as my career took off of the ground my right arm was lit on fire. The skin melted from my bones and I was all but guaranteed an end to my career but I proved them all wrong and got back in the ring. I not only competed but I also won championships. It came at a cost though…doctors say that was when my schizophrenia manifested in a way to protect myself from the pain. Whether or not you want to believe it though is a matter of your opinion.
Phantom leaned forward and held the flame just under the picture of Jason Tombs. The picture was just far enough away where the picture will not catch on fire.
Phantom- I did not truly understand what it meant to take yourself to the limit until my second match with this legendary wrestler. People never do realize where your limit is until you are there. It was thanks to this man and one Sadistic match that I managed to get an idea of where minewas. After over forty minutes of bloody, high impact, devastating wrestling I won my second world title. Max, you say that you will hit me with whatever it takes; you will walk over glass, hit me with brass knuckles and burn me. I have experienced all of that and I was almost pushed to my limit by this man. A man that is ten times the wrestler that you are and a devastating champion. If you want violence, you have seen nothing until you have seen this match.
Phantom lights the bottom of the photo and the flames slowly crawl up it. However in the light of the flames images and voices can be heard from the Sadistic match.
*Flame Images*
(RCW Skull Warz)
Jason Tombs clatters to the floor. Phantom waits for Jason Tombs to stand up before running towards the edge of the ring. He does a somersault front flip over the top rope at Tombs. Jason Tombs counters into a power bomb and slams him onto the ground… Phantom struggles to his feet and crawls into the ring. Jason Tombs takes his time climbing the ring apron. Phantom uses this time to run and bounce off the ropes on the far side of the ring and charge at Tombs. Phantom dives through the second rope and spears Tombs off the apron. Jason Tombs flies backward and through the announcers table… Phantom cockily walks over to Jason Tombs and grabs him by the head to lift him up. As he does Phantom gets a solid right punch to the ribs. Phantom stumbles backwards gripping the spot where he was punched. Jason Tombs rises to his feet as he reveals the brass knuckles…
Jason begins to throw punches with his right hand with the brass knuckles that begin to connect with Phantom’s skull. After several punches Phantom begins to bleed profusely from one of the impacts… Jason Tombs picks Phantom up and carries him over to right beside the tacks. Jason hooks his arm and then goes to lift Phantom but only gets him halfway off the ground due to his leg. Tombs tries again and this time is lifting him into the air. Jason Tombs holds him there for a couple of moments showing how strong he was before performing the Dethroner onto the tacks…
He climbs the ladder and then lands a punch to Phantom’s face. Phantom is near knocked off but responds with his own big right hand. They exchange several punches before Jason Tombs manages to grab Phantom’s head and slam it against the top of the ladder. Jason hooks Phantom’s arm over his head and stands up as far as the two can on the ladder. Then Jason lifts Phantom up and over him as both him and Phantom fall. Jason Tombs lands in the ring while Phantom crashes through the four tables.
Waylon- OH MY GOD! Someone get the stretchers and medics down the ring! Phantom and Jason Tombs might have just put themselves in the hospital…
Phantom ducks under a big right hand from Jason Tombs and grabs the big man by the throat. With the last of his energy he lifts the big man off his feet before choke slamming him to the mat. Phantom falls on top of him with all his energy spent. The referee begins to count.
1….2….3!!!!!
Waylon- Phantom is World Champion! Phantom is World Champion!
*The Dark Lit Room*
Phantom takes a deep breath as he watches the burned picture crumple up and float slowly to the floor. He then turns back to the camera. He moves the lighter under the second picture, this one of Scorch.
Phantom- Not three months later a man that had fallen from grace decided to make a point and try to prove that he still deserved to be at the top. His way of proving this was by lighting me on fire for the second time in my life. This time it was my left arm. Max, you say that I will run from the taste of the pain, of the burn of the flames but I still have yet to do so. Especially after having my left arm melt in front of a live audience on live television. I would have my vengeance though…I always do. My ally in it? The very fire that stole both my arms.
He lights the bottom of the picture on fire and as the flames ascend they cast the picture of the vicious attack and retaliation.
*Flame Images*
(Showdown 14)
Phantom leans through the second rope to grab at Scorch when he is hit upside the head with a shovel… Phantom struggles off of the second rope and into the middle of the ring. Scorch slides in after the former champion and swings the shovel again. This time it connected with the back of Phantom's head. Phantom collapses to the ground and lays motionless. Scorch begins to strut around the ring as he hits Phantom with the shovel several more times. Scorch walks over and lifts Phantom to his feet. Phantom stands wobbling back and forth. Scorch bounces off the ropes and hits the S.K.O… Scorch drags Phantom's left arm to its full out stretched position. He then begins to pour the gas out on Phantom's left arm. Once the gas tank is empty Scorch tosses the can outside of the ring. He pulls out a lighter from his waistline and flicks the flame out. Scorch's face reveals a sadistic smile as he drops the lighter on Phantom's arm which bursts into flames.
Waylon- Oh god! Why would he do such a thing?!
Taywo- I have absolutely no idea.
The former world champion writhes in pain and contorts in different manners as his left arm burns. Scorch begins to laugh as he climbs out of the ring. The ring crew and medical staff flood the ring with fire extinguishers to put Phantom's arm out…
(Two Weeks Later)
Then the crowd roars with cheers as Phantom runs out of the audience with a shovel in hand. He runs right past the announcers and slides into the ring. Scorch turns to see Phantom slide in and catches the metal part of the shovel to the face… Phantom grabs the gas can and begins to pour gas on the legs of Scorch. Phantom pulls out a lighter, ignites the flame and then drops it into the gasoline. Instantly the gas ignites into flames as Scorch's legs and part of the ring bursts in a towering inferno. Phantom laughs as Scorch screams out in pain from the attack.
*Dark Lit Room*
Phantom feels the pain shoot through his left arm as he reminisces on the attack and how crippled he was. But the pain subsides as he remembers that he went on to capture his third World Title later on that night. Phantom stares into the camera as his left hand fidgets with the zippo in his hand. Every once and a while the flame would touch his skin but it would not bother the World Champion.
Phantom- Max, you claim you are the best in this business. That you are the rebirth of the business that you are the very DNA of wrestling. You talk about the gruesome matches that you have been through in your career with honor and pride. But here is the thing Maxy…the original is always replaced by something better, DNA evolves into something better. You may be the original format of wrestling DNA, but I am the evolved version. You may have been the greatest back in your prime, but that day has passed and now you must accept the fact that you were handed a title in order to avoid fighting me. I am better than you. You said that you would go through the gates of hell to beat me…guess what I am well beyond the gates. If you wish to beat me you will have to dive into the depths of hell to even stand a chance. Only there you will be on equal footing with me. I have said it before; when I am forced to my limit usually my opponent ends up in the hospital. You will be no different.
Phantom leaned forward with a slight chuckle.
Phantom- And before you even start on about how you have never lost in a one on one match up with anyone that will change as your broken body lies underneath my foot. I know you will say that the day you lose a one on one match Hell will freeze over. You see Maxy we are at the right pay per view then because at Hell Frozen Over in Green Bay, Wisconsin I will finally put you in your place on the USPW roster.
Phantom raises the lighter to the bottom of the picture of “The Idol” Max Prophet. Slowly the flames begin to crawl up the picture leaving only a black ashy surface behind it.
Phantom- Max Prophet, on June 24th all the talk will end. You will step into the USPW ring for the first time as a competitor, face off in a match against me for the first time, the Inferno will light, the torture will be dealt out and for the first time you will be pinned.
The flames reached the top of the picture as it consumed the last of the images of “The Idol” Max Prophet. It gently fell from the string it was attached to and glided down to the ground. The ash silently came to a rest on the ground and the embers took one final breath before going dark.
Phantom- Sunday night will be quite a bright night as two titans clash. But at the end of the night I will use your career to burn the city to the ground!
Phantoms states emphatically as he flicks the zippo shut extinguishing all light in the room leaving only the original untamed darkness exuding in the camera view.
The scene opens in a dark room with just a little light being shown. The light is coming from a zippo that has a small flame going. It whimsically dances in the darkness casting the only light throughout the room. Suddenly the flame goes out as the top of the lighter is closed with a small cling. Then the flames is reignited again casting shadows quickly before the lighter is put out again. When the flame is reignited this time it seems to give off enough light to illuminate the upper torso, a hand and a shadow covered face of the World Heavyweight champion, Phantom. He has a seemingly emotionless face as he stared into the flames as he suddenly closed the zippo. Again the flame goes out and the room is draped in darkness.
The light reignites this time showing most of Phantom’s face, his torso and most of his scarred arms. His eyes are still intent on the flame from the lighter. Gradually the champion’s eyes roll up to look at the camera directly. The corner of his mouth twitches as his fingers fidget with the lighter.
Phantom- Fire…looking at me in person you would not think that my entire wrestling career would have been defined by it…that it could have been ended by it several times. That is what a person just looking at me would assume…
Shadows danced across his face as voices of past opponents ran through his head claiming they could beat the silver grey haired man, visions of them struggling to get up off of the ring mat after having a match with him, the pain that flowed through his body as he pushed past his limit to win time and again.
Phantom- Fire…is something that I envy and fear. I envy its power to destroy everything in its path but fear the uncontrollable nature of it. Someone who has seen my career emerge over the last eight months would no doubt describe me as a wild fire. Coming out of nowhere, leaving a path of destruction which could only be stopped by several men.
Phantom’s eyes were drawn back to the flame of the lighter. The fire illuminated his iris’ turning them a dim orange while reflecting in subtly in his pupils. Silver hair strands fell across the world champion’s face as he continued to stare into the lighter.
Phantom- For weeks now Max I have seen you show up at the Freedom shows and talk about how great you. How you were the greatest of FCW, how you are going to be a fighting champion and how you are the best in USPW currently. But all I have seen is you talk, nothing more. Yeah you get into brawls with fighters from the past or people that can’t hold a candle to you athletically anymore occasionally. But all I see is you show up talk about how great you are, how you can beat everyone on the roster but you have yet to prove anything. You have not stepped into the ring and competed against a single USPW wrestler. Frankly all I am hearing now coming out of your mouth is how much of a bitch you are being by not facing anyone. Somehow though you sucked up to management to give you a title that makes no sense in an effort to oust a man you cannot beat.
Phantom chuckled to himself as the flame danced in the dark before he shut the case of the zippo once again with a light cling. Just a few moments later the light was once again dancing silently and Phantom could be seen again still with his eyes on the flame.
Phantom- The International World Champion…it makes absolutely no sense, you are champion of the international community of the world? Well, gosh darn it Maxy that sort of sounds like the World Heavyweight Championship that sits around my waist. Strange…how you went around me to try and get a title that makes no sense in order to be at top of this company. That doesn’t show how strong you are that shows that you are…
Phantom’s eyes snap up to stare into the camera.
Phantom- A coward.
Phantom chuckled to himself.
Phantom- A coward with a bit of humor I must say though. I heard what you did with that fool dressed up like Jack Sparrow…I am sorry, Captain Jack Sparrow. I see what you were trying to do there. It made me laugh when I heard the story. But alas you have to get better security because I do not know anyone by the name of Brock and I have not had a roommate in seven months. If you don’t believe me I will even let you into my hotel suite back in DC and you tell me if you find anything that would hint I have a roommate. Me being so nice I will give you an exclusive tour led by yours truly. But I digress; you should get better security because you have lunatics breaking into your house in the middle of the night.
Phantom clicks the zippo shut once again as he is seen shifting his position just as the light goes out. When it comes back on Phantom is sitting further back from the flame but is still visible.
Phantom- Now I know you have had a question about how I can be sanctioned to compete in a sport let alone be the World Champion of one because of my schizophrenia. I have an answer for you. It is because even though I have been diagnosed with it I can kick anyone’s ass I want in this sport. Ask any of my opponents I have left lying on their back after trying to take me on. Yes it does make me a bit unpredictable but if you are as great as you say you are then it shouldn’t matter. I even heard just the other day that you said that you will try and take me out in the parking lot before the match starts. You don’t hear me complaining about it. In fact I embrace such a thing because I am not a coward that has to hide behind excuses like you will after our little match.
Once again the light goes out but when the light is reignited there are three pictures hanging above Phantom’s head on strings. One picture is of the RCW legend Jason Tombs with a World title belt over his shoulder, one is of RCW wrestler Scorch, and the final is of “The Idol” Max Prophet with the International World title belt thrown over his shoulder.
Phantom- Now earlier I said that fire has defined my career and that someone that did not know me would not understand. The fact of the matter is that just as my career took off of the ground my right arm was lit on fire. The skin melted from my bones and I was all but guaranteed an end to my career but I proved them all wrong and got back in the ring. I not only competed but I also won championships. It came at a cost though…doctors say that was when my schizophrenia manifested in a way to protect myself from the pain. Whether or not you want to believe it though is a matter of your opinion.
Phantom leaned forward and held the flame just under the picture of Jason Tombs. The picture was just far enough away where the picture will not catch on fire.
Phantom- I did not truly understand what it meant to take yourself to the limit until my second match with this legendary wrestler. People never do realize where your limit is until you are there. It was thanks to this man and one Sadistic match that I managed to get an idea of where minewas. After over forty minutes of bloody, high impact, devastating wrestling I won my second world title. Max, you say that you will hit me with whatever it takes; you will walk over glass, hit me with brass knuckles and burn me. I have experienced all of that and I was almost pushed to my limit by this man. A man that is ten times the wrestler that you are and a devastating champion. If you want violence, you have seen nothing until you have seen this match.
Phantom lights the bottom of the photo and the flames slowly crawl up it. However in the light of the flames images and voices can be heard from the Sadistic match.
*Flame Images*
(RCW Skull Warz)
Jason Tombs clatters to the floor. Phantom waits for Jason Tombs to stand up before running towards the edge of the ring. He does a somersault front flip over the top rope at Tombs. Jason Tombs counters into a power bomb and slams him onto the ground… Phantom struggles to his feet and crawls into the ring. Jason Tombs takes his time climbing the ring apron. Phantom uses this time to run and bounce off the ropes on the far side of the ring and charge at Tombs. Phantom dives through the second rope and spears Tombs off the apron. Jason Tombs flies backward and through the announcers table… Phantom cockily walks over to Jason Tombs and grabs him by the head to lift him up. As he does Phantom gets a solid right punch to the ribs. Phantom stumbles backwards gripping the spot where he was punched. Jason Tombs rises to his feet as he reveals the brass knuckles…
Jason begins to throw punches with his right hand with the brass knuckles that begin to connect with Phantom’s skull. After several punches Phantom begins to bleed profusely from one of the impacts… Jason Tombs picks Phantom up and carries him over to right beside the tacks. Jason hooks his arm and then goes to lift Phantom but only gets him halfway off the ground due to his leg. Tombs tries again and this time is lifting him into the air. Jason Tombs holds him there for a couple of moments showing how strong he was before performing the Dethroner onto the tacks…
He climbs the ladder and then lands a punch to Phantom’s face. Phantom is near knocked off but responds with his own big right hand. They exchange several punches before Jason Tombs manages to grab Phantom’s head and slam it against the top of the ladder. Jason hooks Phantom’s arm over his head and stands up as far as the two can on the ladder. Then Jason lifts Phantom up and over him as both him and Phantom fall. Jason Tombs lands in the ring while Phantom crashes through the four tables.
Waylon- OH MY GOD! Someone get the stretchers and medics down the ring! Phantom and Jason Tombs might have just put themselves in the hospital…
Phantom ducks under a big right hand from Jason Tombs and grabs the big man by the throat. With the last of his energy he lifts the big man off his feet before choke slamming him to the mat. Phantom falls on top of him with all his energy spent. The referee begins to count.
1….2….3!!!!!
Waylon- Phantom is World Champion! Phantom is World Champion!
*The Dark Lit Room*
Phantom takes a deep breath as he watches the burned picture crumple up and float slowly to the floor. He then turns back to the camera. He moves the lighter under the second picture, this one of Scorch.
Phantom- Not three months later a man that had fallen from grace decided to make a point and try to prove that he still deserved to be at the top. His way of proving this was by lighting me on fire for the second time in my life. This time it was my left arm. Max, you say that I will run from the taste of the pain, of the burn of the flames but I still have yet to do so. Especially after having my left arm melt in front of a live audience on live television. I would have my vengeance though…I always do. My ally in it? The very fire that stole both my arms.
He lights the bottom of the picture on fire and as the flames ascend they cast the picture of the vicious attack and retaliation.
*Flame Images*
(Showdown 14)
Phantom leans through the second rope to grab at Scorch when he is hit upside the head with a shovel… Phantom struggles off of the second rope and into the middle of the ring. Scorch slides in after the former champion and swings the shovel again. This time it connected with the back of Phantom's head. Phantom collapses to the ground and lays motionless. Scorch begins to strut around the ring as he hits Phantom with the shovel several more times. Scorch walks over and lifts Phantom to his feet. Phantom stands wobbling back and forth. Scorch bounces off the ropes and hits the S.K.O… Scorch drags Phantom's left arm to its full out stretched position. He then begins to pour the gas out on Phantom's left arm. Once the gas tank is empty Scorch tosses the can outside of the ring. He pulls out a lighter from his waistline and flicks the flame out. Scorch's face reveals a sadistic smile as he drops the lighter on Phantom's arm which bursts into flames.
Waylon- Oh god! Why would he do such a thing?!
Taywo- I have absolutely no idea.
The former world champion writhes in pain and contorts in different manners as his left arm burns. Scorch begins to laugh as he climbs out of the ring. The ring crew and medical staff flood the ring with fire extinguishers to put Phantom's arm out…
(Two Weeks Later)
Then the crowd roars with cheers as Phantom runs out of the audience with a shovel in hand. He runs right past the announcers and slides into the ring. Scorch turns to see Phantom slide in and catches the metal part of the shovel to the face… Phantom grabs the gas can and begins to pour gas on the legs of Scorch. Phantom pulls out a lighter, ignites the flame and then drops it into the gasoline. Instantly the gas ignites into flames as Scorch's legs and part of the ring bursts in a towering inferno. Phantom laughs as Scorch screams out in pain from the attack.
*Dark Lit Room*
Phantom feels the pain shoot through his left arm as he reminisces on the attack and how crippled he was. But the pain subsides as he remembers that he went on to capture his third World Title later on that night. Phantom stares into the camera as his left hand fidgets with the zippo in his hand. Every once and a while the flame would touch his skin but it would not bother the World Champion.
Phantom- Max, you claim you are the best in this business. That you are the rebirth of the business that you are the very DNA of wrestling. You talk about the gruesome matches that you have been through in your career with honor and pride. But here is the thing Maxy…the original is always replaced by something better, DNA evolves into something better. You may be the original format of wrestling DNA, but I am the evolved version. You may have been the greatest back in your prime, but that day has passed and now you must accept the fact that you were handed a title in order to avoid fighting me. I am better than you. You said that you would go through the gates of hell to beat me…guess what I am well beyond the gates. If you wish to beat me you will have to dive into the depths of hell to even stand a chance. Only there you will be on equal footing with me. I have said it before; when I am forced to my limit usually my opponent ends up in the hospital. You will be no different.
Phantom leaned forward with a slight chuckle.
Phantom- And before you even start on about how you have never lost in a one on one match up with anyone that will change as your broken body lies underneath my foot. I know you will say that the day you lose a one on one match Hell will freeze over. You see Maxy we are at the right pay per view then because at Hell Frozen Over in Green Bay, Wisconsin I will finally put you in your place on the USPW roster.
Phantom raises the lighter to the bottom of the picture of “The Idol” Max Prophet. Slowly the flames begin to crawl up the picture leaving only a black ashy surface behind it.
Phantom- Max Prophet, on June 24th all the talk will end. You will step into the USPW ring for the first time as a competitor, face off in a match against me for the first time, the Inferno will light, the torture will be dealt out and for the first time you will be pinned.
The flames reached the top of the picture as it consumed the last of the images of “The Idol” Max Prophet. It gently fell from the string it was attached to and glided down to the ground. The ash silently came to a rest on the ground and the embers took one final breath before going dark.
Phantom- Sunday night will be quite a bright night as two titans clash. But at the end of the night I will use your career to burn the city to the ground!
Phantoms states emphatically as he flicks the zippo shut extinguishing all light in the room leaving only the original untamed darkness exuding in the camera view.
Fin