Post by Real Untamed Demon on Sept 8, 2023 14:15:35 GMT -5
[The scene opens in a dimly lit, abandoned warehouse, with shadows dancing eerily on the walls. A single spotlight illuminates a sinister figure in the centre, wearing a leather jacket, standing amidst shadows, his eyes burning with a sinister intensity. A low, eerie music underscores the scene.]
Damage: (In a deep, menacing voice) Let me tell you all a small story before coming to my main monologue.
Long long time ago, In the shrouded realm of despair, where shadows dance their wicked waltz, a malevolent force known only as the Untamed Demon emerges from the abyss. Its insatiable hunger for souls, its thirst for the essence of life, knows no bounds.
Two hapless souls, unsuspecting and fragile, found themselves ensnared in the clutches of this eldritch horror. Their pleas for mercy were mere whispers in the cacophony of darkness that enveloped them. The Untamed Demon, a grotesque amalgamation of torment and malevolence, reveled in their terror.
Two unsuspecting souls, entangled in a web of fate, found themselves marked for obliteration.
The first soul, a lonely wanderer named Elara, ventured deep into the haunted woods seeking solace from a wretched life. Her footsteps echoed through the eerie silence, drawing the Demon's attention.
The second soul, a lost child named Aria, wandered into a decrepit, long-forgotten cathedral. Her innocence and curiosity were her downfall, for the Untamed Demon, lurking within the sacred halls, seized her with a malevolent grin.
The first soul's essence was devoured, leaving behind a hollow shell of despair. The second soul's memories were stripped away, replaced with a madness that knew no reprieve. End of Story. They say,
'Beware, for the Untamed Demon as it knows not mercy, ready to claim its next victims'.
All these happened here, in the so called “Queen city of the Southwest”, Dallas, Texas. The story is going to be real, on coming September 11th...
Damage pauses a bit as the camera zooms in on Damage's eyes, gleaming with a sinister intensity.
Damage: Yes,…. September 11th, a date that shall forever be etched in the annals of pain and suffering. It is a date forever etched in history. A date when the world witnessed chaos and destruction, just as it will once again on that fateful night. But this time, the destruction won't be confined to mere buildings; it will be the obliteration of three souls. Now, let’s see those selected souls.
[The camera pans to a screen showing the pictures of Samuel Chatman and Edward Grado, Pinned on the wall of the warehouse. The ominous atmosphere heightening as Damage's voice continues.]
Damage: (With a malevolent grin) Oh, Mr. Samuel!!! we've danced this dance before, haven't we? Do you remember that fateful night in the Inferno Chain match? The heat, the flames, and the anguish etched across your face as I secured my victory, leaving you scorched and defeated. It was a sight to behold, truly.
Mr. Samuel Chatman, you dare to step into the ring with me once more, after I left you scorched and broken in the flames of the Inferno chain match? Foolish. But this time, you bring your friends, thinking they'll shield you from the impending darkness. September 11th will be the day when you will be crushed under the weight of your own fear.
[The camera pans to the ominous steel chain hanging from the ceiling, still bearing the scars of past battles. Damage looks at it and slowly raises his hands and smoothly touches the chain. As his hands plays with the chain slowly, the links clinking ominously as he continues.]
Damage: Mr. Samuel, you thought you could escape your torment, didn't you? You thought that Inferno Chain match was the last you'd see of me. But you were wrong, so terribly wrong. You see, let me remind you of something, Mr. Samuel – the fire that burns within me has only grown stronger since my last encounter. I thrive in the darkness, I thrive in chaos, in the flames, and in the face of adversity. And this six-man tag team match? It's just the stage I've been waiting for to unleash the fury that has been building within me.
You see, Mr. Samuel, your family and friends won't save you. They won't save you from the darkness that consumes me. Together, we shall paint a picture of despair, a masterpiece of agony that will haunt the annals of time. The inferno of agony that awaits you in this tag team match will consume you. And as the flames of your defeat rise higher and higher, the world will witness the true power of a hungry untamed demon.
[The scene shifts to eerie images of fire and destruction with glitch effects, blending with the haunting ambiance.]
Damage: Mr. Edward Grado, to stand by your side. But, Mr. Samuel you know deep inside that in the heart, that in the darkness, his light will flicker and fade. In the abyss that is our tag team match, he will come face to face with their deepest, most sinister nightmares.
[The warehouse suddenly fills with a haunting, chilling laughter that echoes through the darkness. The camera pulls back to reveal Damage holding a chain, slowly swinging it back and forth, the links clinking ominously.]
Damage: Mr. Samuel Chatman, you see, I am the embodiment of your fears. I am the shadow that haunts your dreams. And on September 11th, together with my partners, we will descend upon you and your pitiful entourage like a tempest of despair. Your souls will be crushed, your spirits will be broken, and you will know true fear.
Damage: (With a wicked smirk) Now, to my next opponent…
[Damage walks towards the picture of picture of Edward Grado.]
Damage: Mr. Grado,... Mr. Edward Grado, you find yourself in the midst of a storm, and you may not fully grasp the magnitude of the tempest that's about to be unleashed upon you. You see, history has a way of repeating itself, and the winds of fate have blown you into my path. You were with the wrong place, with the wrong men.
You're standing alongside Mr. Samuel Chatman, who have had his own encounters with me. But you, Edward, you're the wildcard in this equation, aren't you?
Damage looks at the picture of Grado where he is smiling. Damage observes the smiles with cold eyes and no emotions on his face.
Damage: Mr. Edward Grado, you are but a pawn in this twisted game of fate. A friend and family member of Mr. Austin Ramsey, huh? Birds of a feather, they say. It matters not; you've chosen to walk this dark path, and there's no turning back.
I've watched your career, I've seen your talents, and I've acknowledged your abilities. But let me make one thing crystal clear – Friendship, family ties—mere illusions that crumble like dust in the face of true darkness. No matter how skilled you are, no matter how strong you may be, you are now standing in the path of a man who's been tested by fire and emerged from the ashes.
[Saying this Damage picks up the picture of Edward Grado from the wall and again draws a huge “x” mark over picture of Edward Grado with the same red marker. Damage Crushes the picture of Edward Grado and throws it into the same trash can that is there in a corner with all types of trashes. Damage turns towards the camera.]
Damage: This isn't just a wrestling match; this is a reckoning. Mr. Edward, and Mr. Samuel I hope you're ready to bring your A-game because, when that bell rings, there will be no room for hesitation or doubt. You will face the fury, the anger, and the determination that's been building within me.
The camera reveals Damage's twisted arms as he clenches his fists, a faint, ominous glow emanating from his eyes.
Damage: In that ring, there will be no room for excuses or regrets. I'm coming for you all and I'm bringing the fury of a thousand storms with me. That night becomes the canvas upon which I shall paint my masterpiece of agony and despair. Mr. Samuel Chatman and Mr. Grado welcome to the abyss. Say goodbye to your loved ones, give them a farewell kiss before you step into the ring as I shall be your reckoning, your tormentor.
[The spotlight fades, leaving the warehouse in complete darkness, and the sinister laughter lingers in the airs.]
Damage: (In a deep, menacing voice) Let me tell you all a small story before coming to my main monologue.
Long long time ago, In the shrouded realm of despair, where shadows dance their wicked waltz, a malevolent force known only as the Untamed Demon emerges from the abyss. Its insatiable hunger for souls, its thirst for the essence of life, knows no bounds.
Two hapless souls, unsuspecting and fragile, found themselves ensnared in the clutches of this eldritch horror. Their pleas for mercy were mere whispers in the cacophony of darkness that enveloped them. The Untamed Demon, a grotesque amalgamation of torment and malevolence, reveled in their terror.
Two unsuspecting souls, entangled in a web of fate, found themselves marked for obliteration.
The first soul, a lonely wanderer named Elara, ventured deep into the haunted woods seeking solace from a wretched life. Her footsteps echoed through the eerie silence, drawing the Demon's attention.
The second soul, a lost child named Aria, wandered into a decrepit, long-forgotten cathedral. Her innocence and curiosity were her downfall, for the Untamed Demon, lurking within the sacred halls, seized her with a malevolent grin.
The first soul's essence was devoured, leaving behind a hollow shell of despair. The second soul's memories were stripped away, replaced with a madness that knew no reprieve. End of Story. They say,
'Beware, for the Untamed Demon as it knows not mercy, ready to claim its next victims'.
All these happened here, in the so called “Queen city of the Southwest”, Dallas, Texas. The story is going to be real, on coming September 11th...
Damage pauses a bit as the camera zooms in on Damage's eyes, gleaming with a sinister intensity.
Damage: Yes,…. September 11th, a date that shall forever be etched in the annals of pain and suffering. It is a date forever etched in history. A date when the world witnessed chaos and destruction, just as it will once again on that fateful night. But this time, the destruction won't be confined to mere buildings; it will be the obliteration of three souls. Now, let’s see those selected souls.
[The camera pans to a screen showing the pictures of Samuel Chatman and Edward Grado, Pinned on the wall of the warehouse. The ominous atmosphere heightening as Damage's voice continues.]
Damage: (With a malevolent grin) Oh, Mr. Samuel!!! we've danced this dance before, haven't we? Do you remember that fateful night in the Inferno Chain match? The heat, the flames, and the anguish etched across your face as I secured my victory, leaving you scorched and defeated. It was a sight to behold, truly.
Mr. Samuel Chatman, you dare to step into the ring with me once more, after I left you scorched and broken in the flames of the Inferno chain match? Foolish. But this time, you bring your friends, thinking they'll shield you from the impending darkness. September 11th will be the day when you will be crushed under the weight of your own fear.
[The camera pans to the ominous steel chain hanging from the ceiling, still bearing the scars of past battles. Damage looks at it and slowly raises his hands and smoothly touches the chain. As his hands plays with the chain slowly, the links clinking ominously as he continues.]
Damage: Mr. Samuel, you thought you could escape your torment, didn't you? You thought that Inferno Chain match was the last you'd see of me. But you were wrong, so terribly wrong. You see, let me remind you of something, Mr. Samuel – the fire that burns within me has only grown stronger since my last encounter. I thrive in the darkness, I thrive in chaos, in the flames, and in the face of adversity. And this six-man tag team match? It's just the stage I've been waiting for to unleash the fury that has been building within me.
You see, Mr. Samuel, your family and friends won't save you. They won't save you from the darkness that consumes me. Together, we shall paint a picture of despair, a masterpiece of agony that will haunt the annals of time. The inferno of agony that awaits you in this tag team match will consume you. And as the flames of your defeat rise higher and higher, the world will witness the true power of a hungry untamed demon.
[The scene shifts to eerie images of fire and destruction with glitch effects, blending with the haunting ambiance.]
Damage: Mr. Edward Grado, to stand by your side. But, Mr. Samuel you know deep inside that in the heart, that in the darkness, his light will flicker and fade. In the abyss that is our tag team match, he will come face to face with their deepest, most sinister nightmares.
[The warehouse suddenly fills with a haunting, chilling laughter that echoes through the darkness. The camera pulls back to reveal Damage holding a chain, slowly swinging it back and forth, the links clinking ominously.]
Damage: Mr. Samuel Chatman, you see, I am the embodiment of your fears. I am the shadow that haunts your dreams. And on September 11th, together with my partners, we will descend upon you and your pitiful entourage like a tempest of despair. Your souls will be crushed, your spirits will be broken, and you will know true fear.
Damage: (With a wicked smirk) Now, to my next opponent…
[Damage walks towards the picture of picture of Edward Grado.]
Damage: Mr. Grado,... Mr. Edward Grado, you find yourself in the midst of a storm, and you may not fully grasp the magnitude of the tempest that's about to be unleashed upon you. You see, history has a way of repeating itself, and the winds of fate have blown you into my path. You were with the wrong place, with the wrong men.
You're standing alongside Mr. Samuel Chatman, who have had his own encounters with me. But you, Edward, you're the wildcard in this equation, aren't you?
Damage looks at the picture of Grado where he is smiling. Damage observes the smiles with cold eyes and no emotions on his face.
Damage: Mr. Edward Grado, you are but a pawn in this twisted game of fate. A friend and family member of Mr. Austin Ramsey, huh? Birds of a feather, they say. It matters not; you've chosen to walk this dark path, and there's no turning back.
I've watched your career, I've seen your talents, and I've acknowledged your abilities. But let me make one thing crystal clear – Friendship, family ties—mere illusions that crumble like dust in the face of true darkness. No matter how skilled you are, no matter how strong you may be, you are now standing in the path of a man who's been tested by fire and emerged from the ashes.
[Saying this Damage picks up the picture of Edward Grado from the wall and again draws a huge “x” mark over picture of Edward Grado with the same red marker. Damage Crushes the picture of Edward Grado and throws it into the same trash can that is there in a corner with all types of trashes. Damage turns towards the camera.]
Damage: This isn't just a wrestling match; this is a reckoning. Mr. Edward, and Mr. Samuel I hope you're ready to bring your A-game because, when that bell rings, there will be no room for hesitation or doubt. You will face the fury, the anger, and the determination that's been building within me.
The camera reveals Damage's twisted arms as he clenches his fists, a faint, ominous glow emanating from his eyes.
Damage: In that ring, there will be no room for excuses or regrets. I'm coming for you all and I'm bringing the fury of a thousand storms with me. That night becomes the canvas upon which I shall paint my masterpiece of agony and despair. Mr. Samuel Chatman and Mr. Grado welcome to the abyss. Say goodbye to your loved ones, give them a farewell kiss before you step into the ring as I shall be your reckoning, your tormentor.
[The spotlight fades, leaving the warehouse in complete darkness, and the sinister laughter lingers in the airs.]