Post by Real Untamed Demon on Sept 23, 2023 0:23:55 GMT -5
In the tapestry of life, fate and hate often entwine like threads of contrasting colors, weaving a complex narrative that shapes the human experience. One individual whose story exemplifies this intricate dance is Damage. His life, like a canvas painted with both darkness and light, illustrates how the forces of destiny and animosity can leave indelible marks on one's soul.
Damage was born into a world fraught with adversity, where the hand of fate seemed to deal him an unrelenting series of blows. Raised in a poverty-stricken neighborhood, he faced a harsh upbringing that left him with emotional scars that would haunt him for years to come. It was in these formative years that Damage first encountered hate, not only from external sources but also within himself. The bitterness of his surroundings seeped into his heart, leading him down a treacherous path of self-loathing and resentment.
As he grew older, Damage's life continued to be marred by misfortune. Fate had a way of throwing obstacles in his path, and each setback fueled the fires of his anger and resentment. He found solace in the company of those who shared his bitterness, forming alliances forged in the crucible of hatred. Together, they nurtured their wounds, feeding on the negativity that had taken root in their hearts.
In a world where the dance of fate and hate continues, Damage's life stands as a beacon of hope. He has shown that it is possible to embrace the cycle of bitterness and destruction, to rise above the challenges that life presents, and to embrace a future filled with healing in other's pain and agony. His story is a testament to the enduring power of the human spirit to transcend the darkest of circumstances and find light in the most unexpected places.
Sometimes… Even in Darkness…!
[The scene opens in a dimly lit, blood-splattered slaughterhouse. The air is thick with an eerie tension as the camera focuses on Damage, The Untamed Demon, standing in the centre of the slaughterhouse, bathed in a sickly red light. He holds a twisted, barbed-wire-covered baseball bat in one hand, and his eyes burn with a malevolent intensity.]
Damage: (whispering) "Fate... (pauses for a sinister grin) Fate is a wicked, twisted mistress, my friends. She weaves her cruel tapestry with threads of despair and suffering. She whispers in the ears of the weak and feeble, promising them joy, success, and glory. But in the end, she delivers nothing but heartache and torment."
[The camera zooms in on Damage's face as he strokes the barbed wire on the bat with his free hand, drawing a trickle of blood.]
Damage: (whispering) "Fate, my dear Mr. Giovanni Santana, has brought us together. She has decreed that you and I shall dance this vile waltz of pain and suffering. But make no mistake, Mr. Giovanni Santana, I do not dance for pleasure. No, I dance for destruction."
[The camera slowly pans out, revealing the gruesome surroundings of the slaughterhouse. Animal carcasses hang from hooks, their blood dripping onto the cold, concrete floor.]
Damage: (sinister chuckle) "Hate... (pauses, his voice dripping with venom) Hate is the fuel that powers this unholy engine of chaos. It courses through my veins like a raging river, and it fuels every strike, every scream, and every moment of agony that I inflict upon my opponents.
[Damage raises the barbed-wire bat high above his head, the twisted metal glinting in the eerie red light.]
Damage:(growling) "Mr. Giovanni Santana, you may be the Intercontinental Champion, but that title means nothing to me. It's just a shiny trinket, a bauble that distracts the masses from the true brutality that lies beneath the surface. And on 25 September, my friend, I will expose that brutality for all to see."
[The camera shifts to a close-up of Damage's face, his eyes burning with a sadistic fire.]
Damage: (whispering) "Mr. Giovanni Santana, I will become the nightmare that haunts your darkest dreams. I will be the demon that drags you down into the abyss. And when the night is over, when the dust has settled and the screams have faded, you will understand the true meaning of pain."
[Damage lowers the barbed-wire bat and takes a step closer to the camera, his voice a low, menacing growl.]
Damage: (snarling) "You may have the crowd on your side, Mr. Giovanni Santana, but they are nothing more than sheep, blindly following the shepherd to their own slaughter. But I... I am the wolf in their midst, and tonight, I will feast on your flesh and drink in your suffering."
[The camera pulls back, revealing Damage standing alone in the slaughterhouse, his malevolent presence filling the room.]
Damage: (whispering) "Fate and hate, my friend, are the keys to my kingdom. And in this kingdom, there is no escape, there is no mercy, and there is no salvation. Mr. Giovanni Santana, prepare to meet your destiny, for 25th September, you will become just another victim of The Untamed Demon."
[The camera shows a project playing an old boxing match on one of the walls of slaughterhouse, setting to a sepia-toned flashback, as Damage's voice takes on a hauntingly nostalgic tone.]
Damage: (softly) "Mr. Santana, I would like to show you a clip with a story that happened on September 25,…..Yes! The same date but in the year 1962. A date etched in the annals of sports history, a night that would forever change the landscape of heavyweight boxing. It was a night of brutality, of destiny, and of a champion who emerged from the shadows to claim his throne."
[The camera zooms to the wall where the match is playing to show the crowd of Comiskey Park in Chicago, the crowd buzzing with anticipation under the flickering lights of the stadium. The heavyweight championship of the world was on the line.]
Damage: (narrating) "In one corner stood the reigning champion, Mr. Floyd Patterson, a man known for his speed, his heart, and his never-say-die spirit….. Just like you Mr. Giovanni Santana. He had the heart of a lion, but he was about to face a challenger unlike any other."
[The camera focuses on Sonny Liston, a formidable figure, and a cloud of menace seemed to follow him as he entered the ring. Liston exuded an aura of invincibility, a presence that struck fear into the hearts of all who crossed his path.]
Damage: (narrating) "Mr. Sonny Liston, the challenger. A man born into a world of poverty and hardship, he had fought his way through the darkest alleys of life to reach this moment. He was a mountain of a man, a relentless force of nature, and he carried the hopes and dreams of those who had ever been overlooked and underestimated."
[As the bell rang to signal the start of the fight, the atmosphere in Comiskey Park grew electric. Patterson and Liston circled each other cautiously, testing the waters. But it didn't take long for Liston to unleash his devastating power.]
Damage: (narrating) "The first round began, and Mr. Liston wasted no time. He stalked Mr. Patterson with a cold, calculated demeanor, his jab snapping like a rattlesnake. And then, it happened."
[The camera captures the pivotal moment, as Liston's right hook lands flush on Patterson's jaw. The impact is bone-chilling, and Patterson crumples to the canvas in a heap.]
Damage: (narrating) "At 2 minutes and 6 seconds into the first round, it was over. Mr. Liston's powerful right hook had detonated on Mr. Patterson's chin, and the champion fell like a felled tree. The crowd fell into a stunned silence as the referee began the count."
[The tension in the stadium was palpable as the referee counted, Patterson struggling to get up but ultimately unable to beat the count.]
Damage: (narrating) "The referee reached ten, and a new era was born. Mr. Sonny Liston, the challenger, had become the world heavyweight champion. The unthinkable had happened, and the boxing world had witnessed a changing of the guard."
[The camera shifts to Liston's corner, where jubilation erupted. Liston's face, however, remained stoic, a testament to the journey he had traveled to reach this pinnacle.]
Damage: (narrating) "Mr. Liston's triumph wasn't just a victory in the ring; it was a triumph of the human spirit. It was a message to the world that no matter where you come from, no matter the odds stacked against you, you can rise, and you can conquer."
[As the crowd in the filmn erupted in applause, Damage's voice grows more intense.]
Damage: (narrating) "And so, on that fateful night in 1962, the boxing world bore witness to a transformation. Floyd Patterson had been a gallant champion, but Sonny Liston was a force of nature, a symbol of resilience, and an embodiment of the untamed spirit that resides within us all."
[The camera pans out from Comiskey Park, capturing the magnitude of the moment as Liston stood victorious.]
Damage: (narrating) "September 25, 1962, will forever be etched in the history books as the night Sonny Liston KO'd Floyd Patterson and claimed the world heavyweight title. It was a night when fate and destiny converged, when a man from the shadows rose to claim his rightful place as champion of the world."
[The cameras zooms out from the wall where the video is paused and return to the eerie slaughterhouse setting, Damage walks into the screen returning to its sinister tone.]
Damage: (whispering) "Mr. Giovanni Santana, just as Mr. Liston claimed his destiny that night, I too am destined to bring pain and suffering to all who stand in my way. The same date, 25th September, history will repeat itself, but this time you are lucky that you will be stripped away everything you have except your title as we face in a non title match and you will know what it means to face an untamed demon."
[The camera lingers on Damage's malevolent grin as the anticipation for the upcoming match reaches its climax.]
Damage: (growling) "Our match, Mr. Giovanni Santana, it's not going to be a wrestling match. No, it's going to be a symphony of agony, a ballet of brutality, a masterclass in pain. You see, I care about inflicting suffering, about making you beg for mercy that will never come. In our non-title match, I will be the reminder you desperately need. I will strip away your illusions and shatter your delusions. I will show you what it means to stand face to face with true brutality. Mr. Giovanni Santana, the so-called Intercontinental Champion... (pauses, disdain evident in his voice) ...Your reign means nothing to me, Santana. It's a paper crown on the head of a puppet, a facade that hides the truth. You parade around with that title, basking in the adulation of the masses, but you've forgotten the price of power."
[The camera pans around the slaughterhouse, the gruesome surroundings mirroring Damage's words.]
Damage: (menacingly) "Mr. Giovanni Santana, you may have faced tough opponents in the past, but you've never faced anyone like me. I am a force of nature, an untamed demon who revels in chaos and destruction. The pain I deliver is not just physical; it's psychological, Now you might have know that I am already in your head, it's spiritual. It's a pain that seeps into your very soul and leaves scars that never heal."
[Damage's voice takes on a chilling calmness as he continues.]
Damage: (whispering) "I understand pain, Mr. Santana. I embrace it. I've danced with it in the darkest corners of my existence, and I've become one with it. Pain is my ally, my confidant, and on 25th September, I will introduce you to its most intimate secrets."
[The camera zooms in on Damage's face, his lips curling into a sadistic smile.]
Damage: (whispering) "Mr. Sanata, you must know that there is a slight difference between me and my "tag team partner," Mr. Ragnarok?
(pauses again, his voice dripping with disdain) Mr. Ragnarok may be a monster, a behemoth of destruction, but he is good, he becomes soft …at,... Sometimes… he lacks finesse, he lacks style. He's all about brute force and mindless violence. You see, basically we Showstoppers are the Ying-Yang, He is all that is goodness like your God, God of war…. But me? (grins) I am all about evil, Personification Satan himself, I am the architect of pain. I am the maestro of misery. I take pleasure in the art of suffering, in crafting each moment of torment with precision and skill. I... I am the puppeteer of pain. I am the architect of suffering. I don't just hurt my opponents; I break them, mind and body. Mr. Ragnarok may leave a trail of wreckage in his wake, but I leave a trail of shattered souls. I take pleasure in the torment, in the screams of agony, and in the despair that fills the hearts of those who dare to step into the ring with me. You were rattlling about yourself that after you going through me, we will adding adjectives infront of my name…
(pauses again, his voice dripping with disdain) Mr. Ragnarok may be a monster, a behemoth of destruction, but he is good, he becomes soft …at,... Sometimes… he lacks finesse, he lacks style. He's all about brute force and mindless violence. You see, basically we Showstoppers are the Ying-Yang, He is all that is goodness like your God, God of war…. But me? (grins) I am all about evil, Personification Satan himself, I am the architect of pain. I am the maestro of misery. I take pleasure in the art of suffering, in crafting each moment of torment with precision and skill. I... I am the puppeteer of pain. I am the architect of suffering. I don't just hurt my opponents; I break them, mind and body. Mr. Ragnarok may leave a trail of wreckage in his wake, but I leave a trail of shattered souls. I take pleasure in the torment, in the screams of agony, and in the despair that fills the hearts of those who dare to step into the ring with me. You were rattlling about yourself that after you going through me, we will adding adjectives infront of my name…
How funny!
You think you can brand me with your words, Mr. Giovanni Santana? You may rattle off your list of adjectives, each one meant to break a lesser soul, but let me make one thing crystal clear to you and all who bear witness: I am not defined by your pitiful attempts at humiliation."
[Damage's hand clenched into a fist, the veins in his arm pulsating with an eerie, otherworldly power.]
Damage: "Brutally Damaged? You underestimate the resilience of my spirit. Permanently Damaged? My scars only serve as a testament to the battles I've survived. Brain Damaged? My mind is sharper than the blades of fate.
Collateral Damage? I am the storm itself, and I bring chaos to those who underestimate me. Unfairly but Necessarily Damaged? I've walked through the fires of injustice and emerged unbroken.
Living La Vida Damaged? I have embraced the darkness within me and turned it into a force to be reckoned with. He Will Never Dance Again Damaged? Watch me as I dance through the ruins you create, undeterred and unbroken.
Only Driven Once I Swear Damaged? I've been to the abyss and back, and I'll keep driving forward, no matter the roadblocks you put in my way. Made some memories in that one Damaged? My life is a tapestry of experiences, each one adding to the depth of my character.
Or simply: Damaged goods? I am not goods to be bought and sold, to be discarded when no longer useful. I am a force of nature, a relentless tempest that will haunt your darkest nightmares. So go ahead, Mr. Santana, throw your words like daggers. I'll stand here, unflinching, untamed, and unbroken. When the dust settles, it will be you who's left with the scars."
[Damage's eyes narrow as he envisions the impending carnage.]
Damage: (menacingly) "Mr. Giovanni Santana, you think you can handle the pain? You think you can withstand the torment I'm about to unleash? (laughs cruelly) You're a fool if you believe that. Pain isn't just physical; it's psychological. It's the mind games, the psychological warfare that will leave you shattered, broken, and defeated.
Mr. Santana, you will become my canvas, and I will paint a masterpiece of pain upon you. I will break you down, piece by piece, until there's nothing left but a hollow shell of the champion you once were."
[The camera captures the intensity in Damage's eyes, his gaze unwavering.]
Damage: (growling) "The pain I deliver isn't just a means to an end; it's an art form. It's a masterpiece painted with the brushstrokes of agony, the canvas soaked in the tears of the fallen. And you, Mr. Giovanni Santana, your screams will be the symphony, your agony the chorus, and your defeat the grand finale."
[As Damage speaks, the camera shifts to a montage of his most brutal in-ring moments, each blow and submission hold delivered with a sadistic precision.]
Damage: (whispering) "I thrive on the pain, Mr. Giovanni Santana. I revel in it. I am a creature of darkness, and I feed on the suffering of my opponents. Every punch, every kick, every twisted maneuver is an offering to the unholy forces that guide my hand."
[The camera transitions back to Damage, his voice echoing with a chilling calmness.]
Damage: (softly) "On , 25th September, Mr. Giovanni Santana, you will enter a realm of pain and torment that you never knew existed. You will experience a level of brutality that will haunt your every waking moment. And when it's over, when the final bell tolls, you will be a changed man. Broken, scarred, and forever marked by the encounter with The Untamed Demon."
[The camera captures the malicious gleam in Damage's eyes as he prepares to unleash his sadistic wrath.]
Damage: (snarling) "The countdown to your suffering has begun, Mr. Giovanni Santana. Brace yourself for the storm that is about to descend upon you, for in the end, pain is the only truth, and I am the harbinger of that truth."
[The camera fades to black, leaving behind a sense of foreboding as the world awaits the gruesome clash between Damage and Cholo Giovanni Santana.]