Post by Real Untamed Demon on Apr 22, 2023 0:34:57 GMT -5
Prologue
This is it. After quite a few days of being a continuously disturbed during matches by Mr. Sam in the world of WGWF, Finally Damage showed Mr. Sam his place in a Inferno chain match at Wrestle-wars 8. And Last week’s Brawl he was again interrupted but by this time by some random wrestlers who wanted to take-over the segment from Damage, but again, Damage showed them why he is the Untamed Demon by sending their leader to Hell, all thanks to the timely save of Big Pun. Damage knows he owes Punisher, but now this coming Brawl Damage is sure shot to be someone. Damage knows that the ocean that he is going to jump into is going to be filled with sharks and he will be a minnow. However, in pressured situations Damage is especially dangerous. In fact, Damage is mean and is more eager to punish all who stand before him. Despite all the blackmail Damage had received during his career, he had never quit. Why? Stubbornness. There would come a time when he has to ready to let go -- but that time is not now. Too much was left to do. Names to erase from a list he never made. But it was here. Battle Royal for 13 superstars. Or was it Clusterfuck in the middle of the ring? There was no point going in there with anything but the thought of winning.You might be wondering, "what exactly is Damage going to be doing to get noticed in the dangerous waters of the WGWF?" Well my friend, Damage is going to do this through the Battle Royal on Monday Night Brawl. Thirteen will walk into this clustered mess and two men will be standing and leaving a good impression to those in the back. For all that Damage has been through, this is a must win situation. He must win no matter what.
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"The Bull Between Arches"
"Hm... Isn't that a shame? A poor man drowned in his own pool the other day. You know, it really reminds me of something...."
Damage then sets down the paper, folds it, and puts his right leg up to rest on his left one. Damage folds his hands and tilts his head back with a serious look on his face. He takes a deep breath and lets out a sigh.
"It reminds me of what I went through to get here in the WGWF. As the saying goes, 'it's either sink or swim.' Never in a place like the WGWF has an old saying like that... Made so much sense. You know what I mean?"
Damage has a puzzled look on his face which shortly turns into a creepy smile as he leans his head forward.
"You might be thinking to yourself, 'what is wrong with this Damage? Is he crazy!?' WELL I'M NOT!"
As Damage Roared, he leaned forward on both of his hands on the armrests and had a very irate look on his face. Almost to the point where he turned bright red or seeing fire in his eyes. He then leaned back into the chair, put both his hands up in a calming motion, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath then sighed.
"... Apologies! …You see, I don't like it when people call me crazy. Usually I'm not, but ever since wrestler wars and I am not of what I used to be. I feel like like…a bull between arches. YEAH! LIKE A BULL BETWEEN ARCHES!"
He put his hands up sideways motion with the gesture of he just figured something so true out.
"I just realized, Monday Night Brawl, is the Battle Royal! There will be ME against Twelve Wrestlers!"
Damage started to think by rubbing his goatie while keeping his head down. He then leaned back in the chair and laughed evilish.
"Ah.... Man you know how long I waited for this!? I just love kicking asses, THE PLEASURE OF PUNISHING YOUR OPPONENTS AND WINNING OVER THEM IS SOMETHING GIVES ME THE FEELING OF ME BEING THE TOP OF THE WORLD! YOU GOT ME!? I DID WAY MORE THEN MOST OF YOU WILL EVER DO IN YOUR ENTIRE LIVES!!"
Damage was roaring.... Again. But quite louder than the first time with the whole "crazy" ordeal. He then had a look on his face like he just remembered something and started taking both of his fists and started to sort-of punch his forward yelling,
"STUPID!"
Damage then went back into a calm state.
"Apologies again folks, I forgot to tell you about the man who drowned. You see, in the WGWF you have to sink or swim. But the thing is, there's other people in this water. They're either swimming or sinking, just like you. What do you do if someone gets in your way while swimming and they're struggling? Help them? Hell no! If you help them you go down with them!
You sink them and let them drown. This man right here, was drowned by fate but that is a completely different story. But here in the WGWF, everyone is struggling and there's no rafts to save us. To survive, we have to bring out the worst in us just to make it a few more feet! And believe me, I am MORE than willing to let another or woman drown so that I can get a few more feet closer to the goal. Even if it means taking myself down with the other man, at least I give my one hundred percent all to swim to the goal no matter what.
Am I cruel? Well to get by in life kids, you have to be cruel. You have to be the most ruthless bastard possible to get the best things in life! Even if it means sacrificing your own mother to get a few feet closer to the goal!"
Damage then started laughing manically.
"Of course the Monday Night Brawl Battle Royal night, The Thirteen Persons battle royal. What a better way to start in such dangerous waters as the WGWF then facing Thirteen other hungry competitors. It is one of the company’s awesome matches and obviously most watched. All entries have the same chance and the prize couldn’t be any higher. Pick yourself a team you wanna Lead for at wargames. It should be motivation enough to rip people apart from head to toes. Leave them in their pain and agony -- but of course on the outside of the ring. Over the top rope elimination. And see there it gets tricky.
People like Ms. Brooke Blakely and Mr. Spencer who never gets tired of blowing their own trumpets will try to impress the crowd. They need the kick to leave them in awe -- being the talk of town. Not sure that will be very helpful during this event. One move at the wrong time, -- They will be out of the ring over the ropes. Mr. Pun, I owe you for helping me at last brawl, but that will not stop me sending you over the top rope.
A lot more praise than you can give the new force in WGWF. Their names are Mr. Krow. I Applaud him for their attempt of being scary with names and trash talking's. But never more than that. Their credo is one that can be read in many different ways. Trust me, Mr. Krow, I feel your name sounds like a curse. May be you will find once you find your place in life we will have that talk again. Till then play House of a thousand corpses -- pretending you are the shit.”
Damage licked his lips as he looks at the camera by leaning slightly in front of the camera, he continues.
“I would say that you all will have fifteen minutes of relevance and shall not be spoken of again. At least not by me. Does anyone else wonder what kind of aces WGWF management has up their sleeve? Yes, I am speaking about the Mystery Entrant. It could be anyone, from former talent to Bozo the clown. To a degree you find me excited but that sensation wears off way too quickly. I am not the curious kind. Never have been. All possible events will present themselves when the time comes. So no matter who decided to hide behind that pseudonym -- give it your best shot. Whatever that means to you. But for the love of god don’t be another footnote in history. Or one of those that will cry and stomp their foot, via social media, when things don’t go their way. Fortunately WGWF seems to have their ranks filled with that type. You win some. You lose some. But under no circumstances you look for the failure in your opponent. As a matter of fact if they beat you -- shame on you. Get what I am saying? Proper English is not a thing for everyone.”
Damage stands up and walked towards the camera. He looked directly at it as he took the vest off.
“Everyone in that locker room is eligible to be in the Rumble match aren’t they?” Damage asked nobody in particular. “Maybe Mr. Raven’s or Mr. Page’s ego will throw themselves into the match as the mystery entrant? Anyways coming to our WGWF’s main lead actress, Ms. Lexi Gold. We all know she also wants to lead a team at War games don’t we?”
Damage caressed his sun glasses. He was angry but still held a calm demeanor.
“Way I hear it is that none of the locker room would piss on her if she was on fire but I digress from what I wanted to say. It is without a damn doubt that now that I am on my real path that I will throw everyone over the top rope after I’ve made them bleed even if we have someone like Mr. Mac Bane to throw over the top rope.”
He cocked his head to the side and listened.
“Did I hear that correctly?” Damage asked with a terrified expression on his face. “Why did not someone tell me that we have 'the Mechanic,' our world champion in this match? Oh come on do we stand a chance with Mr. Peter, in the ring with us."
The terrified look on Damage's face slowly changes to a evil smirk as he continues, "I wish to praise you like this Mr. Peter, but the reality is that you Mr. Peter have lost your glory, your shine long time back and the beauty of it is that you are not knowing that. It’s only the question in our hands who is going to be the next champion, and it could be anyone in your next match with the championship online. If you don’t believe it, I will show you this week’s brawl battle Royal when I throw you out over the top rope.”
His face was bathed in shadows.
“Mr. Jim Caedeus” asked Damage with a look of utter disbelief on his face. “Who is this guy? looks like some loser that lost all his money down at some slot machine in the 7-11 and has just pulled on his girlfriend’s knickers and sneaked in the back pretending to be a member of the roster. What happened to Mr. page? Did he accepted Mr. Jim to the roster, just because he is good in trash talking's? I wonder sometimes that Mr. Raven and Mr. Page are gambling this company on someone like this?”
Damage shrugged his shoulders.
“Mr. Mike Mason, now that’s a name.” he said. “This steroid addictive from professional body building and with lots of pride on his body. Why does this self-blowing trumpet think that he can be relevant in wrestling anymore? Do you wanted to know the reason? The reason is because of Mr. Giovanni Santana, Mr. Mike is still here because of his rivalry with Mr. Giovanni Santana. Mr. Mike is smart enough to keep alive the rivalry to be in this place. All my advice is for Mr. Giovanni is that Mr. Giovanni, if you wanted to go further as one of faces of WGWF, I would say you better end the rivalry with Mr. Mike Mason by pinning him in some match like I did to Mr. Sam, otherwise, I can see him rise along with you because of this rivalry. Trust me, when I say this Mr. Mike is planned to keep this rivalry as long he is in WGWF. Now, Mr. Mike Go back to your Gym! While you may still be standing in some pig pen in your compound jerking off your steroid filled little Mr. Mike.”
A smirk crossed his lips, as Damage sat back down as he tried to calm down. Damage looked directly down the camera lens.
“Then there is Mr. Giovanni Santana. I know you have come into this company on some high,” he claimed. “Hey numb nuts, you may be a bonafide awesome gifted wrestler now but nobody wants to see the King of fools to wrestle in the squared circle. You know, I know and everyone around the world knows that Mr. Mike is using your Rivalry with him to go, but still you wanted to continue the rivalry. Maybe a few too many recreational drugs have been consumed to put you in that state Mr. Giovanni? Or one to many chair shot to the cranium by Mr. Mike had put you in state of not thinking to move further in WGWF. You are now but a small minnow within a tank of sharks.”
Damage shrugged at the comments he made as he believed every word he spoke was the truth.
“I am the definitive of an pure domination,” Damage said. “I will make sure to stand one of the two men to lead a team at war games whilst the rest of those can be nothing but gargling rejects in this match like stuck pigs looking at their new captain.”
Damage nodded at that thought as he moved his bag around whilst he looked at the camera.
“It was all a dastard ploy to try and keep my reign a delay. Well with the social media era upon us how’d that work out?.”
Damage paused as he caressed his goatee as the cameraman continued filming as he nodded.
"I bet Twelve of those wrestlers are not willing to sacrifice themselves to swim a few more feet and would rather just float and get nowhere.
Of course, the one man who would sacrifice himself is me. I doesn't play around. I don't care if I had to face FIVE HUNDRED other people at the same time! As long as I get a few feet closer to the goal, and I let the inner bull between arches loose, there is no stopping for Damage. So to those planning to enter Battle Royal, prepare yourselves. Once you get in my way, prepare to sink. I am your worst nightmare."
Damage then laughs manically once again and starts clapping like he just heard the funniest joke ever. The camera then zooms out and the scene fades to black.