Post by thrashmetaldan on Jul 16, 2012 16:18:28 GMT -6
Once again, we see a dark room. Completely blacked out except for a single lightbulb illuminating the form of Damien Vincent. He is wearing a black suit with a dark purple tie and stands completely still as the camera pans around to show his face, still bearing a small mark on his face from the boot of the Grave Digger.
“Greetings worms! It’s truly a joyous day for you down beneath us, blind ones!”
He spreads his arms as he says “beneath us”, as if for emphasis.
“The Ascension of Glory has begun on a beautiful note. I could hear the symphonies crescendo as I delivered the Dead Silence to the jaw of the Grave Digger! The giant sprawled before me, helpless against my assault. I could hear the collective gasp of the masses recoiling in preternatural horror as I unleashed the complete destructive force that I was capable of bringing to bear against the beast! The unbelievers forced to consume their own bile!
At Freedom, I turned a monster to a man before your very eyes, my ever-loathing worms. I took that which you fear, and gave it form. A broken, beaten form which I cast at your feet like a slain animal.”
Damien leans in close to the camera, like he’s about to share a secret.
“And then...I gave you a tiny glimpse of what you should truly fear. The actual, inescapable face of terror stands before you, in all it’s blackness. Fear not, those in masks who seek to earn your horror through tacks and barbed wire. These are void of true intent. I know where to hit you to send a shiver down your spine, America. You don’t believe that the villain can win. For a moment maybe, they may win a title, or a match, but you have a all-surpassing belief that good conquers evil. We will see.
I’m not hear to win a title for a moment. I haven’t come among you to simply earn my paycheck and fade from memory. I INTEND TO RUIN EVERY OTHER ATHLETE ON THIS ROSTER! I WILL GIVE YOU NO OTHER OPTION BUT TO REMEMBER ME!”
He’s breathing heavily. Like a dog when it’s held back from chasing an animal by a leash.
“These, other wrestlers I’m competing with disgust me. Even if it wasn’t in my best interests, I would want to retire them all. And I’m not bloody joking!”
He seems to be losing composure again. The twitch is back in his cheek and beads of sweat roll down his forehead.
“Why don’t I give you a couple examples, good people?!”
Damien begins pacing as he speaks. The twitch is almost uncontrollable now.
“A fine place to begin would be my opponent this week, wouldn’t you agree? Hajime...I know this man. I’ve seen his work. I have to admit, there’s a lethal intensity to him that reminds me of someone I happen like.”
He grins ear to ear for a moment, then grabs the camera by the lens and as he speaks, spittle flies from his mouth.
“But that is where the comparison ENDS! The Japan circuit! Ladder matches! Shards of glass! Signs of a man desperately seeking to prove to the world how tough he is instead of attaining the only thing that really matters. Victory.
Legends cannot be measured in your scars, Hajime. They can only be measured in the scars of those that stood against your might! So, rejoice in your legacy, sir! It’s all you shall ever posses. You’re going to be the tougher of us when we step in the ring, I have no doubt. And do you know what that will mean? Not a damn thing. I have dedicated my life to taking creatures such as you and crushing them under my heel! High-flyers...unsound doctrine.
Another example for your consideration: The Predator...The world has no use for this type of warrior any longer. A relic of an age past. The validation he seeks will never be his, for such a man never has the will to do what is necessary to achieve true, absolute victory. What do you want, Dylan? Another belt for your case? Another pelt for your wall? Do you believe, in your heart of hearts, that it will make the demons stop shouting? ...do you think it’ll make Erik stop shouting?
I am here to crush your faith in legends such as these men.
Let me leave you with a few parting words, worms. Your admiration means nothing to me. Your respect, however, is something I shall command by force. And if the only thing that you respect is violence, then I will do my best to indulge your whims.”
The wicked smile returns, full force, and the twitching stops abruptly. For a moment, Damien’s face seems to be made of stone.
“Goodnight worms. And goodnight, Hajime...I can’t wait to have the pleasure of meeting you. After all...you’re a legend...”
The camera is thrown, hard against a wall, and the picture becomes static. The only thing we hear is the sinister chuckling of Damien as he exits the dark room.
“Greetings worms! It’s truly a joyous day for you down beneath us, blind ones!”
He spreads his arms as he says “beneath us”, as if for emphasis.
“The Ascension of Glory has begun on a beautiful note. I could hear the symphonies crescendo as I delivered the Dead Silence to the jaw of the Grave Digger! The giant sprawled before me, helpless against my assault. I could hear the collective gasp of the masses recoiling in preternatural horror as I unleashed the complete destructive force that I was capable of bringing to bear against the beast! The unbelievers forced to consume their own bile!
At Freedom, I turned a monster to a man before your very eyes, my ever-loathing worms. I took that which you fear, and gave it form. A broken, beaten form which I cast at your feet like a slain animal.”
Damien leans in close to the camera, like he’s about to share a secret.
“And then...I gave you a tiny glimpse of what you should truly fear. The actual, inescapable face of terror stands before you, in all it’s blackness. Fear not, those in masks who seek to earn your horror through tacks and barbed wire. These are void of true intent. I know where to hit you to send a shiver down your spine, America. You don’t believe that the villain can win. For a moment maybe, they may win a title, or a match, but you have a all-surpassing belief that good conquers evil. We will see.
I’m not hear to win a title for a moment. I haven’t come among you to simply earn my paycheck and fade from memory. I INTEND TO RUIN EVERY OTHER ATHLETE ON THIS ROSTER! I WILL GIVE YOU NO OTHER OPTION BUT TO REMEMBER ME!”
He’s breathing heavily. Like a dog when it’s held back from chasing an animal by a leash.
“These, other wrestlers I’m competing with disgust me. Even if it wasn’t in my best interests, I would want to retire them all. And I’m not bloody joking!”
He seems to be losing composure again. The twitch is back in his cheek and beads of sweat roll down his forehead.
“Why don’t I give you a couple examples, good people?!”
Damien begins pacing as he speaks. The twitch is almost uncontrollable now.
“A fine place to begin would be my opponent this week, wouldn’t you agree? Hajime...I know this man. I’ve seen his work. I have to admit, there’s a lethal intensity to him that reminds me of someone I happen like.”
He grins ear to ear for a moment, then grabs the camera by the lens and as he speaks, spittle flies from his mouth.
“But that is where the comparison ENDS! The Japan circuit! Ladder matches! Shards of glass! Signs of a man desperately seeking to prove to the world how tough he is instead of attaining the only thing that really matters. Victory.
Legends cannot be measured in your scars, Hajime. They can only be measured in the scars of those that stood against your might! So, rejoice in your legacy, sir! It’s all you shall ever posses. You’re going to be the tougher of us when we step in the ring, I have no doubt. And do you know what that will mean? Not a damn thing. I have dedicated my life to taking creatures such as you and crushing them under my heel! High-flyers...unsound doctrine.
Another example for your consideration: The Predator...The world has no use for this type of warrior any longer. A relic of an age past. The validation he seeks will never be his, for such a man never has the will to do what is necessary to achieve true, absolute victory. What do you want, Dylan? Another belt for your case? Another pelt for your wall? Do you believe, in your heart of hearts, that it will make the demons stop shouting? ...do you think it’ll make Erik stop shouting?
I am here to crush your faith in legends such as these men.
Let me leave you with a few parting words, worms. Your admiration means nothing to me. Your respect, however, is something I shall command by force. And if the only thing that you respect is violence, then I will do my best to indulge your whims.”
The wicked smile returns, full force, and the twitching stops abruptly. For a moment, Damien’s face seems to be made of stone.
“Goodnight worms. And goodnight, Hajime...I can’t wait to have the pleasure of meeting you. After all...you’re a legend...”
The camera is thrown, hard against a wall, and the picture becomes static. The only thing we hear is the sinister chuckling of Damien as he exits the dark room.