Post by Real Untamed Demon on Aug 21, 2023 13:33:50 GMT -5
[The scene opens inside "Steel Bones Wrestling Gym," a gritty and dimly lit training facility filled with the echoing sounds of clanging weights and the thud of fists hitting punching bags. Damage "The Untamed Demon" stands at the centre of the wrestling ring, his muscles glistening with sweat as he practices powerful punches and evasive manoeuvres. Across from him is Ragnarok, his tag team partner, mirroring Damage's movements.]
Damage: [throwing a hard punch] "So, Mr. Ragnarok, tell me what happened with Mr. Kraken. How did he manage to get the best of you?"
Ragnarok: [dodging and countering] "Ugh, it was like fighting a damn tsunami. The guy's wild, unpredictable, and he hits harder than a freight train. And his mind... it's like a storm brewing in there."
[The two wrestlers circle each other, their movements fluid and graceful, like predators sizing each other up.]
Damage: [grinning] "Sounds like a handful. But you know what they say: every storm has an eye. We just need to find that weakness, that moment of vulnerability."
Ragnarok: [nods] "Easier said than done. He's got this way of tapping into something deep, something that fuels his chaos."
Damage: [leaning in] "That's his power, but it's also his weakness. His chaos can be his undoing if we can turn it against him."
[Ragnarok throws a series of quick jabs, testing Damage's defenses.]
Ragnarok: "What's the plan then? How do we take down a wild card like Kraken?"
Damage: [parrying the jabs] "We'll exploit his unpredictability. We'll use it to lead him into traps, make him second-guess himself."
[The intensity of their training increases as they exchange rapid combinations of punches and blocks.]
Ragnarok: "And what about his sadness? He's got this aura of sorrow around him."
Damage: [dodging and delivering a spinning kick] "Sadness can be a powerful emotion. It can make him reckless, make him lose focus. We'll use that to our advantage."
[Ragnarok steps back, wiping sweat from his brow.]
Ragnarok: "I've been thinking, maybe we need to get inside his head. Play mind games. Make him doubt himself."
Damage: [smirking] "I like where you're going with this, Mr. Ragnarok. We'll mess with his head, make him question his own chaos."
[They both pause, circling each other once again, their eyes locked in determination.]
Ragnarok: "You know, when we step into that ring, it's us against the universe. It's chaos against control, wildness against strategy."
Damage: [nodding] "And we'll show him that control and strategy can bend chaos to our will."
[Ragnarok lunges forward, attempting a grapple, but Damage deftly sidesteps and counters with a sweep of his leg, sending Ragnarok sprawling.]
Ragnarok: [grinning from the mat] "Damn, you're fast."
Damage: [offering his hand] "Speed and precision, my friend. That's how we'll take down Mr. Kraken."
[Ragnarok takes Damage's hand, pulling himself up.]
Ragnarok: "Let's train harder than ever, When we face the universe, we'll give them a taste of his own chaos, and then we'll show him what true power looks like."
[They clasp each other's forearms in a show of unity.]
Damage: "We're a team, Mr. Ragnarok. We'll make sure the demon and the storm collide in a way universe won't forget."
As they continue intense training session. The two wrestlers are taking a breather, wiping sweat off their brows, when Damage's phone buzzes with an incoming call from his agent, Mr. Mark Roberts.
Damage: "Hold on, Mr. Ragnarok. Looks like I've got a call from Mr. Roberts."
Damage answers the call, putting it on speaker for both him and Ragnarok to hear.]
Mr. Mark Roberts: [enthusiastic] "Hey, you two! "Hey, you two, how's the training going?"
Damage: [his chest heaving as he spoke] "Intense as ever, …What's up, Mr. Mark?"
Mr. Mark Roberts:"Well, I've got some news for you,Damage, you've got a returning match scheduled, and your opponent is none other than Mr. Kraken.”
Ragnarok's eyes widened, and a smirk crossed Damage's face.
Damage: Mr. Kraken, huh? The guy who managed to score a win against you, Mr. Ragnarok.
Ragnarok: [rolling his eyes] "yes, It was a close match."
Damage: [Chuckles] "Sure, sure. But you know what's even closer? His resemblance to a delusional squid."
As they both burst into laughter, Mr. Mark Roberts joined in on the amusement.
Mr. Mark Roberts: "Alright, alright, I get it. But seriously, guys, I am eager as everyone as what Mr. Kraken will be upto and be preparing to run his mouth again, spreading his tall tales about how he's unbeatable and how he's destined to bring down anyone who steps in his way."
Ragnarok: [leaned in with his eyes glinting mischievously] "Ah, the classic strategy of trying to bring everyone down to his level. That's real original."
Damage: [grinning as he speaks] “Yeah, I heard his speeches are more exhausting than his matches. And let's talk about that ring attire of his. A pair of long black wrestling pants with blue touches that look like the tentacles of a squid? I mean, does he think he's cosplaying as the Kraken at a wrestling event?"
Mr. Mark's laughter resonated through the phone.
Mr. Mark Roberts: "You guys are nailing it. But there's more. He wears sunglasses inside the ring. And get this, he's not even blind."
Damage: [Chuckles as he speaks] “Maybe he thinks it's his 'signature look' or something. But I've got a theory, Mr. Ragnarok. He's wearing those sunglasses so that when I punch him, he won't see it coming!"
Laughter filled the training room again, the tension from their intense workout dissipating into camaraderie and excitement. Ragnarok wiped his brow and leaned against the ropes.
Ragnarok: [grinning widely] "And let's not forget his weapon of choice - the mighty staplegun! Seriously? Is he trying to turn a wrestling match into an office supply showdown?"
Damage leaned back, clutching his stomach as he laughed.
Damage: [laughing]"Oh man, can you imagine? The epic clash of staplegun versus folding chair? The crowd would go wild!"
Mr. Mark's voice crackled with amusement.
Mr. Mark Roberts: "You guys seem to have a knack for nailing his absurdity."
Damage: "Well, it's hard not to when he's so determined to be a walking caricature of himself."
Ragnarok: "Exactly. He's all show and no substance."
Mr. Mark Roberts: "Just remember, you've got the chance to put an end to his theatrics in the ring."
Damage: [smirking] "Oh, I'll do more than that. I'll show him what real wrestling is all about."
Ragnarok: "Yeah, maybe you can give him a lesson in stapler etiquette."
[They all share a laugh, the absurdity of Kraken's antics providing some comic relief.]
Mr. Mark Roberts: "Alright, alright, you two. You've had your fun. But remember, Kraken might talk a big game, but he's proven himself in the ring before. Be prepared for a tough match."
Ragnarok: [nodding as the response of Mr. Mark’s statement and his grin fading into a determined expression] "Don't worry, Mark. We'll be ready. And we'll make sure Kraken leaves the ring with a new story to tell - the one where he got schooled by the Untamed Demon."
Damage: "I am going to make sure he sinks to new depths of defeat."
Mr. Mark Roberts: "And I know, he'll be begging for a life raft."
As they ended the call.
Damage: [still chuckling] "You know, Mr. Ragnarok, I think it's time we send Mr. Kraken a little message."
Ragnarok: [grinning] "Oh, I'm all ears. What's the plan?"
Damage: "I want you to film this. We'll post it on social media. Let's make sure Kraken doesn't miss a single word."
[The two of them step out into the backyard of the gym, where a graveyard of old cars rests in eerie silence. Amidst the graveyard of cars that lay abandoned behind the Steel Bones Gym, Damage and Ragnarok stood side by side, the rusted hulks of vehicles casting eerie shadows in the fading light. The wind whispered through the twisted metal, adding an eerie backdrop to their grim setting. Ragnarok held a smartphone, its camera pointed at Damage, ready to capture his words.Damage's eyes gleamed with a mix of cynicism and dead seriousness as he stared into the camera. His voice was a low, sinister murmur, a stark contrast to the raucous roasting they had just unleashed.]
Damage: "Mr. Kraken,"…
Damage's voice cut through the silence like a knife,
Damage: "you've heard the laughter, the jests, and the pointed jabs. But now, it's time to silence the cacophony and speak in the language of truth."
Damage raises his right hand and gestured toward the wreckage around him.
Damage: "These cars, they once roared with power and potential, just like the tales you've spun to build your facade. But, like your stories, they've been left to rot and decay."
Damage’s words hung in the air, pregnant with a chilling intensity.
Damage: "You see, Mr. Kraken, you've swam in shallow waters for too long. You've dragged down opponents with your lies and manipulation, thinking you could elevate yourself by demeaning others. But those tides have turned, and the undertow of your deceit won't hold us."
Ragnarok nodded in agreement, the camera capturing every nuance of Damage's words. Damage continued, his tone dripping with calculated malice.
Damage: "You flaunt your attire, those long black pants with dark blue tendrils that mimic the tentacles of a mythical creature. Yet, your bravado is nothing but a façade – just like the ink that clouds the waters, your smokescreen won't blind us."
Damage paced around the graveyard of cars, his eyes never leaving the camera.
Damage: "And then, the sunglasses. A desperate attempt to cover the windows to your soul, a soul that revels in manipulation and treachery. But I see through it, Mr. Kraken. You're not blind; you're just lost."
With each word, Damage's presence grew more haunting, his conviction digging into the very bones of his surroundings.
Damage: "And your weapon of choice,..."
Damage continued, his voice like a chilling whisper in the wind.
Damage: "The staplegun. A tool of chaos, a symbol of your disregard for the sanctity of this sport. You may use it to pin others down, to staple them into submission. But Mr. Kraken, staples are temporary. They can be removed, just like the falsehoods you've woven."
Damage stops and looked directly into the camera, his eyes piercing.
Damage: "I want you to understand, Mr.Kraken, that this is not a battle of myths or symbols. This is a battle of truth and authenticity. You may have scored a win against my tag team partner Mr. Ragnarok before,but that victory was built on the sand of your deception. That was just a fluke, a stroke of luck that won't repeat itself."
Damage’s fingers grazed the cold metal of a car, his voice growing colder.
Damage: "You think you're a predator, but you're nothing more than prey. Prey to your own arrogance, your own lies. In the ring, I will unveil your mask,..."
Damage's voice resonated with eerie conviction.
Damage: "I will strip away your layers, expose you for what you truly are – a charlatan, a manipulator, a pretender."
The wind whispered through the graveyard, as if carrying Damage's words to the far corners of the world.
Damage: "So, Mr. Kraken,..."
Damage's voice dropped to a chilling whisper.
Damage: "when the bell tolls and the spotlight shines, remember this graveyard of cars. Remember the wreckage of your lies. Because in that ring, the only thing you'll be staring at is the wreckage of your ego."
Damage turned away from the camera, his silhouette a haunting figure against the twilight. The camera was lowered, capturing the gravity of the moment. Damage's parting words echoed in the air like a curse.
Damage: "Prepare yourself, Mr. Kraken. The truth will drown you."
As the camera faded to black, the remnants of a chilling truth lingered, setting the stage for a battle that would test the depths of Kraken's deception and the strength of Damage. Damage and Ragnarok exchanged a determined look.
Damage: [throwing a hard punch] "So, Mr. Ragnarok, tell me what happened with Mr. Kraken. How did he manage to get the best of you?"
Ragnarok: [dodging and countering] "Ugh, it was like fighting a damn tsunami. The guy's wild, unpredictable, and he hits harder than a freight train. And his mind... it's like a storm brewing in there."
[The two wrestlers circle each other, their movements fluid and graceful, like predators sizing each other up.]
Damage: [grinning] "Sounds like a handful. But you know what they say: every storm has an eye. We just need to find that weakness, that moment of vulnerability."
Ragnarok: [nods] "Easier said than done. He's got this way of tapping into something deep, something that fuels his chaos."
Damage: [leaning in] "That's his power, but it's also his weakness. His chaos can be his undoing if we can turn it against him."
[Ragnarok throws a series of quick jabs, testing Damage's defenses.]
Ragnarok: "What's the plan then? How do we take down a wild card like Kraken?"
Damage: [parrying the jabs] "We'll exploit his unpredictability. We'll use it to lead him into traps, make him second-guess himself."
[The intensity of their training increases as they exchange rapid combinations of punches and blocks.]
Ragnarok: "And what about his sadness? He's got this aura of sorrow around him."
Damage: [dodging and delivering a spinning kick] "Sadness can be a powerful emotion. It can make him reckless, make him lose focus. We'll use that to our advantage."
[Ragnarok steps back, wiping sweat from his brow.]
Ragnarok: "I've been thinking, maybe we need to get inside his head. Play mind games. Make him doubt himself."
Damage: [smirking] "I like where you're going with this, Mr. Ragnarok. We'll mess with his head, make him question his own chaos."
[They both pause, circling each other once again, their eyes locked in determination.]
Ragnarok: "You know, when we step into that ring, it's us against the universe. It's chaos against control, wildness against strategy."
Damage: [nodding] "And we'll show him that control and strategy can bend chaos to our will."
[Ragnarok lunges forward, attempting a grapple, but Damage deftly sidesteps and counters with a sweep of his leg, sending Ragnarok sprawling.]
Ragnarok: [grinning from the mat] "Damn, you're fast."
Damage: [offering his hand] "Speed and precision, my friend. That's how we'll take down Mr. Kraken."
[Ragnarok takes Damage's hand, pulling himself up.]
Ragnarok: "Let's train harder than ever, When we face the universe, we'll give them a taste of his own chaos, and then we'll show him what true power looks like."
[They clasp each other's forearms in a show of unity.]
Damage: "We're a team, Mr. Ragnarok. We'll make sure the demon and the storm collide in a way universe won't forget."
As they continue intense training session. The two wrestlers are taking a breather, wiping sweat off their brows, when Damage's phone buzzes with an incoming call from his agent, Mr. Mark Roberts.
Damage: "Hold on, Mr. Ragnarok. Looks like I've got a call from Mr. Roberts."
Damage answers the call, putting it on speaker for both him and Ragnarok to hear.]
Mr. Mark Roberts: [enthusiastic] "Hey, you two! "Hey, you two, how's the training going?"
Damage: [his chest heaving as he spoke] "Intense as ever, …What's up, Mr. Mark?"
Mr. Mark Roberts:"Well, I've got some news for you,Damage, you've got a returning match scheduled, and your opponent is none other than Mr. Kraken.”
Ragnarok's eyes widened, and a smirk crossed Damage's face.
Damage: Mr. Kraken, huh? The guy who managed to score a win against you, Mr. Ragnarok.
Ragnarok: [rolling his eyes] "yes, It was a close match."
Damage: [Chuckles] "Sure, sure. But you know what's even closer? His resemblance to a delusional squid."
As they both burst into laughter, Mr. Mark Roberts joined in on the amusement.
Mr. Mark Roberts: "Alright, alright, I get it. But seriously, guys, I am eager as everyone as what Mr. Kraken will be upto and be preparing to run his mouth again, spreading his tall tales about how he's unbeatable and how he's destined to bring down anyone who steps in his way."
Ragnarok: [leaned in with his eyes glinting mischievously] "Ah, the classic strategy of trying to bring everyone down to his level. That's real original."
Damage: [grinning as he speaks] “Yeah, I heard his speeches are more exhausting than his matches. And let's talk about that ring attire of his. A pair of long black wrestling pants with blue touches that look like the tentacles of a squid? I mean, does he think he's cosplaying as the Kraken at a wrestling event?"
Mr. Mark's laughter resonated through the phone.
Mr. Mark Roberts: "You guys are nailing it. But there's more. He wears sunglasses inside the ring. And get this, he's not even blind."
Damage: [Chuckles as he speaks] “Maybe he thinks it's his 'signature look' or something. But I've got a theory, Mr. Ragnarok. He's wearing those sunglasses so that when I punch him, he won't see it coming!"
Laughter filled the training room again, the tension from their intense workout dissipating into camaraderie and excitement. Ragnarok wiped his brow and leaned against the ropes.
Ragnarok: [grinning widely] "And let's not forget his weapon of choice - the mighty staplegun! Seriously? Is he trying to turn a wrestling match into an office supply showdown?"
Damage leaned back, clutching his stomach as he laughed.
Damage: [laughing]"Oh man, can you imagine? The epic clash of staplegun versus folding chair? The crowd would go wild!"
Mr. Mark's voice crackled with amusement.
Mr. Mark Roberts: "You guys seem to have a knack for nailing his absurdity."
Damage: "Well, it's hard not to when he's so determined to be a walking caricature of himself."
Ragnarok: "Exactly. He's all show and no substance."
Mr. Mark Roberts: "Just remember, you've got the chance to put an end to his theatrics in the ring."
Damage: [smirking] "Oh, I'll do more than that. I'll show him what real wrestling is all about."
Ragnarok: "Yeah, maybe you can give him a lesson in stapler etiquette."
[They all share a laugh, the absurdity of Kraken's antics providing some comic relief.]
Mr. Mark Roberts: "Alright, alright, you two. You've had your fun. But remember, Kraken might talk a big game, but he's proven himself in the ring before. Be prepared for a tough match."
Ragnarok: [nodding as the response of Mr. Mark’s statement and his grin fading into a determined expression] "Don't worry, Mark. We'll be ready. And we'll make sure Kraken leaves the ring with a new story to tell - the one where he got schooled by the Untamed Demon."
Damage: "I am going to make sure he sinks to new depths of defeat."
Mr. Mark Roberts: "And I know, he'll be begging for a life raft."
As they ended the call.
Damage: [still chuckling] "You know, Mr. Ragnarok, I think it's time we send Mr. Kraken a little message."
Ragnarok: [grinning] "Oh, I'm all ears. What's the plan?"
Damage: "I want you to film this. We'll post it on social media. Let's make sure Kraken doesn't miss a single word."
[The two of them step out into the backyard of the gym, where a graveyard of old cars rests in eerie silence. Amidst the graveyard of cars that lay abandoned behind the Steel Bones Gym, Damage and Ragnarok stood side by side, the rusted hulks of vehicles casting eerie shadows in the fading light. The wind whispered through the twisted metal, adding an eerie backdrop to their grim setting. Ragnarok held a smartphone, its camera pointed at Damage, ready to capture his words.Damage's eyes gleamed with a mix of cynicism and dead seriousness as he stared into the camera. His voice was a low, sinister murmur, a stark contrast to the raucous roasting they had just unleashed.]
Damage: "Mr. Kraken,"…
Damage's voice cut through the silence like a knife,
Damage: "you've heard the laughter, the jests, and the pointed jabs. But now, it's time to silence the cacophony and speak in the language of truth."
Damage raises his right hand and gestured toward the wreckage around him.
Damage: "These cars, they once roared with power and potential, just like the tales you've spun to build your facade. But, like your stories, they've been left to rot and decay."
Damage’s words hung in the air, pregnant with a chilling intensity.
Damage: "You see, Mr. Kraken, you've swam in shallow waters for too long. You've dragged down opponents with your lies and manipulation, thinking you could elevate yourself by demeaning others. But those tides have turned, and the undertow of your deceit won't hold us."
Ragnarok nodded in agreement, the camera capturing every nuance of Damage's words. Damage continued, his tone dripping with calculated malice.
Damage: "You flaunt your attire, those long black pants with dark blue tendrils that mimic the tentacles of a mythical creature. Yet, your bravado is nothing but a façade – just like the ink that clouds the waters, your smokescreen won't blind us."
Damage paced around the graveyard of cars, his eyes never leaving the camera.
Damage: "And then, the sunglasses. A desperate attempt to cover the windows to your soul, a soul that revels in manipulation and treachery. But I see through it, Mr. Kraken. You're not blind; you're just lost."
With each word, Damage's presence grew more haunting, his conviction digging into the very bones of his surroundings.
Damage: "And your weapon of choice,..."
Damage continued, his voice like a chilling whisper in the wind.
Damage: "The staplegun. A tool of chaos, a symbol of your disregard for the sanctity of this sport. You may use it to pin others down, to staple them into submission. But Mr. Kraken, staples are temporary. They can be removed, just like the falsehoods you've woven."
Damage stops and looked directly into the camera, his eyes piercing.
Damage: "I want you to understand, Mr.Kraken, that this is not a battle of myths or symbols. This is a battle of truth and authenticity. You may have scored a win against my tag team partner Mr. Ragnarok before,but that victory was built on the sand of your deception. That was just a fluke, a stroke of luck that won't repeat itself."
Damage’s fingers grazed the cold metal of a car, his voice growing colder.
Damage: "You think you're a predator, but you're nothing more than prey. Prey to your own arrogance, your own lies. In the ring, I will unveil your mask,..."
Damage's voice resonated with eerie conviction.
Damage: "I will strip away your layers, expose you for what you truly are – a charlatan, a manipulator, a pretender."
The wind whispered through the graveyard, as if carrying Damage's words to the far corners of the world.
Damage: "So, Mr. Kraken,..."
Damage's voice dropped to a chilling whisper.
Damage: "when the bell tolls and the spotlight shines, remember this graveyard of cars. Remember the wreckage of your lies. Because in that ring, the only thing you'll be staring at is the wreckage of your ego."
Damage turned away from the camera, his silhouette a haunting figure against the twilight. The camera was lowered, capturing the gravity of the moment. Damage's parting words echoed in the air like a curse.
Damage: "Prepare yourself, Mr. Kraken. The truth will drown you."
As the camera faded to black, the remnants of a chilling truth lingered, setting the stage for a battle that would test the depths of Kraken's deception and the strength of Damage. Damage and Ragnarok exchanged a determined look.