Post by thrashmetaldan on Aug 10, 2012 6:48:01 GMT -6
The scene opens on a dimly lit room with a single lightbulb illuminating the shadowy form of Damien Vincent, clad in his black suit with purple tie. He holds his united states championship over his left shoulder and, if possible, his wicked grin is even more pronounced and wide than usual. For a moment, he doesn’t even acknowledge the camera. He merely stands there, smiling and running his fingers gently over the title belt, as if afraid that touching it too hard would scratch it. This goes on for about thirty seconds before his head suddenly jerks up and he stares directly into the camera. He seems mad with glee.
“Worms! That which makes up your nightmares has finally come to pass! He that haunts your deepest fears...Damien Vincent, the ruiner of false hopes, the reaver of the unworthy, the apex of all warriors is now YOUR united states champion! You truly thought this day would never come, didn’t you? The day when one of those you love and admire could be made a mockery of. The day when a burning hatred could conquer a pure heart! But wait...is that the putrid scent of disbelief I detect?”
He gestures with his right hand, wafting the air, pretending to sniff it deeply.
“So it is...the filth seems to think that this is the beginning of a short and insubstantial reign. Like that of any other man who is unjust and cruel, my victories must be a vague, insincere event! This is what you have been raised by your nursery rhymes and coddling mothers to believe! Men like me don’t beat the good guy...not for long!”
He begins cackling, and then fastens the belt around his waist. He then presents him himself theatrically, grandly and gesturing with both arms.
“This, worms is an image that will be burned into to your caveman-esque skulls for years to come! You will grow rather used to me being a champion. I shall not relinquish my status, and I shall have no mercy for those who attempt to take it from me. Whoever tries to come for what is rightfully mine, I will deal with swiftly! Like a unholy eagle descending upon his prey, I will devour their hopes and dreams! I’ve been feeding on them already. And as all can see...I’m growing stronger.
But wait, you say! I never defeated Andrew Savage! I hardly touched him, in point of fact! Well, perhaps this is true...but in the end, it only lends credence to my validity as the master of this place. Destiny itself conspires against my enemies! The cold wind of fate blew upon Savage at Night of Champions! And indeed it was a night of champions...a night of the greatest champion this business has ever seen! But ultimately, some thanks is owed.
Dale...Mr. Abbot...I honor you”
He makes an elaborate bowing motion.
“For you are the first to truly realize that our titles don’t belong in the hands of men such as Savage. Idiots who would take the most impressive title on your brand and treat it as if it were something inconsequential! How dare he?!? You gentlemen are visionaries for choosing me as his successor, you know. For the two of you understand that he was too weak to possess it. I am the future, and there are none that can stand before me...but occasionally, a bit of aid is appreciated. I won’t forget this favor. Perhaps I’ll be returning it.”
Damien points directly at the camera lens.
“Don’t be confused by my grandiose language, worms! This may be a joyous moment for me, but it is by no means my highest aspiration. I will bring the same viscous fire and ruthless intensity to every single match that I enter from here on out! My continued success is going to cut through the USPW roster like a searing knife through a slab of butter! I will ruin the lives of the athletes who dare to claim dominance over me! For this...”
He runs his hands along the belt.
“...is the first destination along the Ascension of Glory! My incredible destiny will unveil itself to you and you will all shudder in fear! For Damien Vincent has come to not only stand victorious against the throng of foes, but to place himself through sheer willpower atop the pantheon of wrestling! I will retire as the single greatest warrior that those of you who toil in the muck have ever seen! Let no wrestler on Freedom rest easy! For you now must all contend with me! And you don’t stand a chance, Mr. Cash. I’m going to be utterly honest with you, sir. I don’t know you. I understand you were once a champion in this organization. Once upon a time doesn’t qualify men to take up arms against me.
I’ve read the description of our contest. They seem to think you’re adequate at bending the rules. You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into, Cameron. You or your friend. If you think that a low blow or a chair shot is going to turn this into an easy victory for you, you’re about to encounter an entirely new definition of the word wrong. You’re running headlong into a steel cage where you expect to find easy prey. You will find the tables turned, and the beast in all his glorious carnage at your heels. This is my time! This is my era! And neither you, nor anyone else of your ilk have any place in it!”
His left cheek under his eye begins to twitch and he begins shouting almost incomprehensibly at the camera.
“I plan to eviscerate each and every last one of you that doesn’t yield to my might or contribute to my rise! THE NEW AGE OF TRUE STRENGTH HAS DAWNED!!! AND THE OLD DAYS SHALL NEVER RETURN TO YOU!!!”
Damien then grows very quiet.
“...be merry, my worms...
And tune in next week. You don’t want to miss a moment of my splendor...”
He laughter grows louder and more maniacal by the moment as he walks out of the door and exits the room. As he does, the light flickers for a moment and then goes out.
“Worms! That which makes up your nightmares has finally come to pass! He that haunts your deepest fears...Damien Vincent, the ruiner of false hopes, the reaver of the unworthy, the apex of all warriors is now YOUR united states champion! You truly thought this day would never come, didn’t you? The day when one of those you love and admire could be made a mockery of. The day when a burning hatred could conquer a pure heart! But wait...is that the putrid scent of disbelief I detect?”
He gestures with his right hand, wafting the air, pretending to sniff it deeply.
“So it is...the filth seems to think that this is the beginning of a short and insubstantial reign. Like that of any other man who is unjust and cruel, my victories must be a vague, insincere event! This is what you have been raised by your nursery rhymes and coddling mothers to believe! Men like me don’t beat the good guy...not for long!”
He begins cackling, and then fastens the belt around his waist. He then presents him himself theatrically, grandly and gesturing with both arms.
“This, worms is an image that will be burned into to your caveman-esque skulls for years to come! You will grow rather used to me being a champion. I shall not relinquish my status, and I shall have no mercy for those who attempt to take it from me. Whoever tries to come for what is rightfully mine, I will deal with swiftly! Like a unholy eagle descending upon his prey, I will devour their hopes and dreams! I’ve been feeding on them already. And as all can see...I’m growing stronger.
But wait, you say! I never defeated Andrew Savage! I hardly touched him, in point of fact! Well, perhaps this is true...but in the end, it only lends credence to my validity as the master of this place. Destiny itself conspires against my enemies! The cold wind of fate blew upon Savage at Night of Champions! And indeed it was a night of champions...a night of the greatest champion this business has ever seen! But ultimately, some thanks is owed.
Dale...Mr. Abbot...I honor you”
He makes an elaborate bowing motion.
“For you are the first to truly realize that our titles don’t belong in the hands of men such as Savage. Idiots who would take the most impressive title on your brand and treat it as if it were something inconsequential! How dare he?!? You gentlemen are visionaries for choosing me as his successor, you know. For the two of you understand that he was too weak to possess it. I am the future, and there are none that can stand before me...but occasionally, a bit of aid is appreciated. I won’t forget this favor. Perhaps I’ll be returning it.”
Damien points directly at the camera lens.
“Don’t be confused by my grandiose language, worms! This may be a joyous moment for me, but it is by no means my highest aspiration. I will bring the same viscous fire and ruthless intensity to every single match that I enter from here on out! My continued success is going to cut through the USPW roster like a searing knife through a slab of butter! I will ruin the lives of the athletes who dare to claim dominance over me! For this...”
He runs his hands along the belt.
“...is the first destination along the Ascension of Glory! My incredible destiny will unveil itself to you and you will all shudder in fear! For Damien Vincent has come to not only stand victorious against the throng of foes, but to place himself through sheer willpower atop the pantheon of wrestling! I will retire as the single greatest warrior that those of you who toil in the muck have ever seen! Let no wrestler on Freedom rest easy! For you now must all contend with me! And you don’t stand a chance, Mr. Cash. I’m going to be utterly honest with you, sir. I don’t know you. I understand you were once a champion in this organization. Once upon a time doesn’t qualify men to take up arms against me.
I’ve read the description of our contest. They seem to think you’re adequate at bending the rules. You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into, Cameron. You or your friend. If you think that a low blow or a chair shot is going to turn this into an easy victory for you, you’re about to encounter an entirely new definition of the word wrong. You’re running headlong into a steel cage where you expect to find easy prey. You will find the tables turned, and the beast in all his glorious carnage at your heels. This is my time! This is my era! And neither you, nor anyone else of your ilk have any place in it!”
His left cheek under his eye begins to twitch and he begins shouting almost incomprehensibly at the camera.
“I plan to eviscerate each and every last one of you that doesn’t yield to my might or contribute to my rise! THE NEW AGE OF TRUE STRENGTH HAS DAWNED!!! AND THE OLD DAYS SHALL NEVER RETURN TO YOU!!!”
Damien then grows very quiet.
“...be merry, my worms...
And tune in next week. You don’t want to miss a moment of my splendor...”
He laughter grows louder and more maniacal by the moment as he walks out of the door and exits the room. As he does, the light flickers for a moment and then goes out.