Post by Real Untamed Demon on Mar 11, 2023 8:08:38 GMT -5
DEAR Mr. GOTH,
There’s such an unrivaled power that words carry, wouldn’t you say? The tongue is like a sharp knife; able to kill a person without spilling an ounce of blood. I see it every time I’m near you, Mr. Goth When I speak, I can literally see the blood curdling in your body. Poor, Mr. Goth! You have been deceived by the management and yes, you have been thrown into the depth of hell you meet your destroyer. Sure! You will not believe every words of your destroyer and would probably smiling in the hopes of someone like Mr. Samuel Chatman being your Savior at Brawl, Am I right?. But as you will soon find out Mr. Goth that this is one of the most severe cases of blind stupidity to ever occur in your miserable life. You see, because at Monday night Brawl, I plan to do so much more than just cut you with my words. I plan to make you scream in agony...I plan to bathe in your blood.....I plan to make you pray for the sweet release of death.
sincerely,
DAMAGE
Drip...Drip...Drip
The scene opens rather eerily, with only the sound of a not-too-distant dripping heard. Fading it, it is still fairly dark when our scene is presented to us; a dark, filthy looking concrete room. Dark stains are imprinted all over the floors and walls, and several hooks hang from the ceiling. Judging from all the dead flesh lying around and the pig hanging upside with a gash right across his neck (identifying the source of the constant dripping), we can surmise that this is a slaughterhouse for animals. From off camera, somebody walks by carrying a large slab of ribs over his shoulder. He continue walking, and the camera follows them as they pull open a door leading to a freezing meat locker. The man lift up the slab of ribs and drop it right into an awaiting hook, revealing this person to be none other than the Untamed Demon, Damage! For a few seconds, he just stares adoringly up at the swinging flesh.
“Beautiful....isn’t it?”
He chuckles before turning back to the camera and walking towards it. Closing the freezer door behind him, Damage just continues back to the previous area of the slaughterhouse; speaking with his back to the camera.
“..I don’t know what it is; the stench of blood...the aura of death, maybe; but whatever the reason, something about a slaughterhouse just tickles me inside. I take great pleasure in knowing that millions of poor, defenseless animals were brought before this place to be butchered, a beautifully apt metaphor for the countless weaklings brought before me over the past year; and you are no exception, Mr. Goth.”
Strolling past the dead, hanging pig; Damage stops for a moment to admire it as blood continues to trickle from the open wound across it’s throat.
Drip...Drip...Drip
"...Mr. Goth before you step inside the ring, you must know about me I am fear incarnate! By challenging me, you merely sparked my interest. I was excited at the prospect that somewhere out there was a true testament to me. But imagine my chagrin to learn that my challenger was merely just another moronic soul acting before he thinks. The fact that you would actually think me to be afraid of somebody like you, Mr. Goth, is hysterical! I’m not likely to be shaken by the presence of some big nasty bastard who lives beneath his fiancé’s shadow...”
Playfully, Damage grabs the pig by its leg and gives it a little spin. As the dead pig twirls upside down, hanging from its chains, Damage continues on his way.
Drip...Drip...Drip
He chuckles to himself as he reaches a bloody stained cutting board with a meat cleaver struck firmly into it. Staring at the cleaver for a moment, the untamed Demon then takes his index finger and strokes the back of the blade softly. He chuckles to himself.
“You see Mr. Goth, you ‘re just like this poor pig, she was a bully among her sounder of swine just because she is big, but boy that what brought her hear. what you think your biggest plus is what your downfall. We’ve already seen what type of match you are for my kind of power, Goth. If I must remind you; only a few days are there for Wrestle-wars 8 and I totally needs to give a message to Mr. Sam, my “Burn with chains “match opponent”. So who is a better message to Mr. Sam than you? I suppose Mr. James Raven and Mr. Chris Page doesn’t like you… Or Perhaps... You must have been thorn in their ass for some reasons, all they did was thrown you to the hungry and angry demon who is untamed. If you think that I would simply put an end to your career, that would set a precedent to the entire world that messing with me will simply get you a brutal beating and nothing more....no, your punishment needs to be arduous. I will subject you to the most horrifying tortures you can imagine only after I break you emotionally...mentally. Mr. Goth.”
Reaching behind him, Damage grabs something off the counter behind him. Slapping it down on the cutting board before him, we find it to be a big, bloody slab of beef! In that eerily familiar fashion, Damage cocks his head to the side and just stares at the beef for a moment. Hooking his fingers around the handle of the cleaver, Damage easily plucks it out of the cutting board. He observes it for a few seconds, before gripping the handle tightly and swinging the blade down with force; chopping off an edge from the slab of beef which he tosses into a bucket.
“You’ve convinced yourself that you’re something special, Mr. Goth...but I’m reality, here to let you know that there is nothing special about you. Millions like you have come before, and millions like you will come after. You see Mr. Goth, As I cut these beefs, I Have this temptations for… Rage…The rage that I have for simple minded fools. I only care about fear. Still the naïve young brat, aren’t you Mr. Goth? I can see how your ego has grown bigger and bigger over all these times. You actually think that the presence of the Untamed Demon is turning cliché that it doesn’t strike fear upon the hearts of the mortal anymore? You actually believe that you can look death in the eyes and act all fearless? I can see how your heart is pounding right inside that fragile shell, scared of what I might bring in, and might do to you. Your heart is just trying to leap up to your mouth, and give out its plea for mercy… to be saved for another night… to be saved from the wrath of the Untamed Demon, for your heart… it has been coated with ego that one cannot even get over in a lifetime!”
Once again, Damage slams the cleaver down; chopping another slice of beef and tossing it into a bucket.
“…Deny it all you want Mr. Goth. At Brawl you step into the playground that I have made my own since my street fight days...and you can’t even begin to comprehend the violence that awaits you. What I am going to you on Brawl is just merely a taste...a teaser for what is to come for Mr. Sam at Wrestle wars 8.”
In three swift chops, Damage whittles the giant slab of beef down to thin little portions. Blood oozes from the beef as Damage continues to carve through it, seeping into the cracks of the cutting board.
“At Brawl, you are going to be a pig marching to his slaughter once your music hits and you know it.Poor Melissa is gonna be the onlooker of your slaughter. Not even the whole of WGWF roster could withstand my new brand of violence. See its a little too late to be backing out now. You have made your grave by accepting for this match now you have to get buried in it. You better pay because this lesson is going to be a painful one I promise you that. It’s not surprising that you would be decided to act fearless right there, for egoistic souls like you… and you know what ? they all fall the same way, down the same trap, and before they know, they find themselves right between the jaws of death! So, ask your friends to write a great eulogy for you as I promise you Mr. Goth, when that final bell rings at this Brawl it will not be you standing tall with your hands in air ....it will be me standing above your pathetic corpse; laughing as I watch you struggle, clinging to the last remaining scraps of your miserable life.”
With one final swing of the cleaver, Damage strikes the blade into the wooden cutting board. He releases the handle, leaving the cleaver stuck deep in the wood. He bends down and grabs the bucket filled with the cuts of beef and begins to walk away. Walking away, the untamed Demon’s voice echoes throughout the slaughterhouse.
"...Mr. Goth, I don’t want to see you rest in peace...I want to see you suffer in agony...”
With that absolutely evil laugh of his, Damage rounds off the corner, leaving us alone in the slaughterhouse. Things are deathly quiet, apart from the eerie plop of blood still dripping from the neck of the slaughtered pig, The scene fades to black.
There’s such an unrivaled power that words carry, wouldn’t you say? The tongue is like a sharp knife; able to kill a person without spilling an ounce of blood. I see it every time I’m near you, Mr. Goth When I speak, I can literally see the blood curdling in your body. Poor, Mr. Goth! You have been deceived by the management and yes, you have been thrown into the depth of hell you meet your destroyer. Sure! You will not believe every words of your destroyer and would probably smiling in the hopes of someone like Mr. Samuel Chatman being your Savior at Brawl, Am I right?. But as you will soon find out Mr. Goth that this is one of the most severe cases of blind stupidity to ever occur in your miserable life. You see, because at Monday night Brawl, I plan to do so much more than just cut you with my words. I plan to make you scream in agony...I plan to bathe in your blood.....I plan to make you pray for the sweet release of death.
sincerely,
DAMAGE
SCENE ONE
The Slaughter House
Camera Status:-ON
Drip...Drip...Drip
The scene opens rather eerily, with only the sound of a not-too-distant dripping heard. Fading it, it is still fairly dark when our scene is presented to us; a dark, filthy looking concrete room. Dark stains are imprinted all over the floors and walls, and several hooks hang from the ceiling. Judging from all the dead flesh lying around and the pig hanging upside with a gash right across his neck (identifying the source of the constant dripping), we can surmise that this is a slaughterhouse for animals. From off camera, somebody walks by carrying a large slab of ribs over his shoulder. He continue walking, and the camera follows them as they pull open a door leading to a freezing meat locker. The man lift up the slab of ribs and drop it right into an awaiting hook, revealing this person to be none other than the Untamed Demon, Damage! For a few seconds, he just stares adoringly up at the swinging flesh.
“Beautiful....isn’t it?”
He chuckles before turning back to the camera and walking towards it. Closing the freezer door behind him, Damage just continues back to the previous area of the slaughterhouse; speaking with his back to the camera.
“..I don’t know what it is; the stench of blood...the aura of death, maybe; but whatever the reason, something about a slaughterhouse just tickles me inside. I take great pleasure in knowing that millions of poor, defenseless animals were brought before this place to be butchered, a beautifully apt metaphor for the countless weaklings brought before me over the past year; and you are no exception, Mr. Goth.”
Strolling past the dead, hanging pig; Damage stops for a moment to admire it as blood continues to trickle from the open wound across it’s throat.
Drip...Drip...Drip
"...Mr. Goth before you step inside the ring, you must know about me I am fear incarnate! By challenging me, you merely sparked my interest. I was excited at the prospect that somewhere out there was a true testament to me. But imagine my chagrin to learn that my challenger was merely just another moronic soul acting before he thinks. The fact that you would actually think me to be afraid of somebody like you, Mr. Goth, is hysterical! I’m not likely to be shaken by the presence of some big nasty bastard who lives beneath his fiancé’s shadow...”
Playfully, Damage grabs the pig by its leg and gives it a little spin. As the dead pig twirls upside down, hanging from its chains, Damage continues on his way.
Drip...Drip...Drip
He chuckles to himself as he reaches a bloody stained cutting board with a meat cleaver struck firmly into it. Staring at the cleaver for a moment, the untamed Demon then takes his index finger and strokes the back of the blade softly. He chuckles to himself.
“You see Mr. Goth, you ‘re just like this poor pig, she was a bully among her sounder of swine just because she is big, but boy that what brought her hear. what you think your biggest plus is what your downfall. We’ve already seen what type of match you are for my kind of power, Goth. If I must remind you; only a few days are there for Wrestle-wars 8 and I totally needs to give a message to Mr. Sam, my “Burn with chains “match opponent”. So who is a better message to Mr. Sam than you? I suppose Mr. James Raven and Mr. Chris Page doesn’t like you… Or Perhaps... You must have been thorn in their ass for some reasons, all they did was thrown you to the hungry and angry demon who is untamed. If you think that I would simply put an end to your career, that would set a precedent to the entire world that messing with me will simply get you a brutal beating and nothing more....no, your punishment needs to be arduous. I will subject you to the most horrifying tortures you can imagine only after I break you emotionally...mentally. Mr. Goth.”
Reaching behind him, Damage grabs something off the counter behind him. Slapping it down on the cutting board before him, we find it to be a big, bloody slab of beef! In that eerily familiar fashion, Damage cocks his head to the side and just stares at the beef for a moment. Hooking his fingers around the handle of the cleaver, Damage easily plucks it out of the cutting board. He observes it for a few seconds, before gripping the handle tightly and swinging the blade down with force; chopping off an edge from the slab of beef which he tosses into a bucket.
“You’ve convinced yourself that you’re something special, Mr. Goth...but I’m reality, here to let you know that there is nothing special about you. Millions like you have come before, and millions like you will come after. You see Mr. Goth, As I cut these beefs, I Have this temptations for… Rage…The rage that I have for simple minded fools. I only care about fear. Still the naïve young brat, aren’t you Mr. Goth? I can see how your ego has grown bigger and bigger over all these times. You actually think that the presence of the Untamed Demon is turning cliché that it doesn’t strike fear upon the hearts of the mortal anymore? You actually believe that you can look death in the eyes and act all fearless? I can see how your heart is pounding right inside that fragile shell, scared of what I might bring in, and might do to you. Your heart is just trying to leap up to your mouth, and give out its plea for mercy… to be saved for another night… to be saved from the wrath of the Untamed Demon, for your heart… it has been coated with ego that one cannot even get over in a lifetime!”
Once again, Damage slams the cleaver down; chopping another slice of beef and tossing it into a bucket.
“…Deny it all you want Mr. Goth. At Brawl you step into the playground that I have made my own since my street fight days...and you can’t even begin to comprehend the violence that awaits you. What I am going to you on Brawl is just merely a taste...a teaser for what is to come for Mr. Sam at Wrestle wars 8.”
In three swift chops, Damage whittles the giant slab of beef down to thin little portions. Blood oozes from the beef as Damage continues to carve through it, seeping into the cracks of the cutting board.
“At Brawl, you are going to be a pig marching to his slaughter once your music hits and you know it.Poor Melissa is gonna be the onlooker of your slaughter. Not even the whole of WGWF roster could withstand my new brand of violence. See its a little too late to be backing out now. You have made your grave by accepting for this match now you have to get buried in it. You better pay because this lesson is going to be a painful one I promise you that. It’s not surprising that you would be decided to act fearless right there, for egoistic souls like you… and you know what ? they all fall the same way, down the same trap, and before they know, they find themselves right between the jaws of death! So, ask your friends to write a great eulogy for you as I promise you Mr. Goth, when that final bell rings at this Brawl it will not be you standing tall with your hands in air ....it will be me standing above your pathetic corpse; laughing as I watch you struggle, clinging to the last remaining scraps of your miserable life.”
With one final swing of the cleaver, Damage strikes the blade into the wooden cutting board. He releases the handle, leaving the cleaver stuck deep in the wood. He bends down and grabs the bucket filled with the cuts of beef and begins to walk away. Walking away, the untamed Demon’s voice echoes throughout the slaughterhouse.
"...Mr. Goth, I don’t want to see you rest in peace...I want to see you suffer in agony...”
With that absolutely evil laugh of his, Damage rounds off the corner, leaving us alone in the slaughterhouse. Things are deathly quiet, apart from the eerie plop of blood still dripping from the neck of the slaughtered pig, The scene fades to black.