Post by Real Untamed Demon on Dec 9, 2023 8:48:44 GMT -5
In the dimly lit catacombs beneath the arena, where shadows seemed to writhe and contort as if they had a life of their own, a figure emerged from the darkness.The desolate wind moaned through the shattered stained glass windows of the decaying church, casting eerie shadows that danced upon the cracked stone floor. The air was thick with the musty scent of ancient decay, and the only sound that echoed through the desolation was the measured, haunting footsteps of someone. In the flickering candlelight, a figure emerged from the shadows, a silhouette draped in tattered robes and crowned with the embodiment of malevolence β Damage, the untamed demon.
His eyes, pools of abyssal darkness, surveyed the desolation around him with a sinister satisfaction. The cold wind howled through broken windows like tortured souls seeking release, and the distant echo of dripping water mingled with the eerie silence of the forsaken church. It was here, in this unholy sanctuary, that Damage chose to deliver his ominous proclamation.
The flickering candles cast grotesque shadows upon Damage's twisted features as he stepped into the pool of dim light at the center of the desecrated nave. The air itself seemed to shiver with his presence, and a low, guttural growl rumbled from the depths of his being.
"Forgiveness," Damage intoned, his voice a gravelly murmur that sent shivers down the spines of any who dared to listen. "Forgiveness, my dear congregation, is a concept as fragile as the mortal souls who seek it. In the eyes of the divine, they say I am here as a vessel for redemption. A forgiveness granted in the form of the unholy tempest I shall unleash upon Mr. Gideon King."
A wry smile twisted Damage's lips, a grotesque parody of repentance. He continued, "Yes,for the lord hath deemed it necessary to cleanse this earthly realm of the false prophets and self-righteous warriors who dare to tread upon the sacred ground of my dominion. And who better to bear the brunt of my divine wrath than Mr. Gideon King, the dreamer to the throne of the X Division Championship?"
The unholy wind seemed to intensify as Damage's voice echoed through the ruined church, resonating with the moans of the forgotten spirits that lingered in the shadows. He paced the uneven floor, his steps echoing like distant drumbeats heralding an impending cataclysm.
"Do you hear it, Mr. Gideon?" Damage's voice, a guttural growl that resonated with the echoes of the damned, slithered through the air like a venomous serpent. "The whispers of the abyss, the hymns of suffering that herald my arrival. Mr.Gideon King, prepare yourself for a descent into the depths of your own nightmares, for you stand on the precipice of annihilation."
Damage's gaze swept across the shattered remnants of the once-hallowed place, his words a macabre symphony weaving through the air like a curse. "In this forsaken sanctuary of decay and despair, where the echoes of forgotten prayers linger like ghosts, I stand before you, Mr.Gideon King. The unholy whispers of this desecrated church will bear witness to the malevolent force that is Damage β the untamed demon. As the shadows writhe and the cold fingers of the forgotten dead caress the air, I shall unravel the tapestry of your feeble existence. Mr. Gideon, you stand on the precipice of damnation. It was here, in the depths of this abyss, that I beheld the spectacle of your triumph over John Blade. Oh, how the fools marveled at your supposed prowess, as if you were a king reigning over a realm of illusion."
A malicious grin twisted across Damage's face as he continued, "But I see through the illusion, Mr.Gideon. I see the frailty that lies beneath the surface, the cracks in your armor that betray the fragility of your reign. Mr. John Blade, a mere pawn in your game, a pawn that any child could manipulate and cast aside like a discarded toy."
The dim light seemed to flicker and dance with an otherworldly energy as Damage paced around the desolate altar, his voice resonating with a haunting cadence. "Do not mistake my words for arrogance, for I speak the truth that others fear to acknowledge. How righteous you must feel, parading about with that victories over Mr. John Blade, Mr. Corey Bull and Mr. FPV as if it grants you dominion over the damned. But let me remind you, dear Mr. Gideon, that your triumph over Mr. John Blade was but a charade, a masquerade of strength. A victory against a man who crumbled like ancient parchment in the face of a storm."
The demon paused, allowing the weight of his words to settle in the stagnant air. His eyes gleamed with an otherworldly malevolence as he continued, "Mr. John Blade, a mere puppet whose strings you severed with a stroke of mediocrity. A victory that pales in comparison to the chaos I shall unleash upon you. It was easy for you, Mr. Gideon King, too easy. No need for chest-thumping or self-congratulation. For you see, the true reckoning awaits."
As Damage spoke, the distant memories of battles fought and sins committed painted a grotesque tapestry of malevolence in the minds of those who listened. The very air seemed to vibrate with an unspoken curse, and the shadows recoiled at the impending darkness.
"And then there's your vaunted victory over Mr. FPV and Mr. Cory Bull," he continued, his voice now a venomous whisper. "Respect where respect is due, you say? I acknowledge your skill, Mr. Gideon King, for I am no fool. I recognize talent when I see it. But do not mistake acknowledgment for fear."
Damage halted, his gaze piercing through the veil of shadows as if searching for the remnants of Gideon King's misplaced hubris.
"You see, Mr. Gideon, you have forgotten that you now tread upon the path of the untamed Demon. There are a lots of different from your previous matches with this Impending clash between you and myself. You and I are totally different, While you were cuddling in the warmth of wrestling academia, I, roamed the darkened alleys and underworld arenas, a true threat to the damned and the divine alike, They called me as Nobanashi Akuma."
His words hung in the air, a poisonous vapor that twisted around the fragments of shattered pews and echoed through the hollow corridors of the forsaken church.
"Nobanashi Akuma," he repeated, the name resonating with a menacing cadence. "The Devil in loose or the Untamed Demon. I am the embodiment of wrath, the relentless hunger that gnaws at the fabric of reality. Mr. Gideon King, you may be a technical wrestler, and I respect that. But can your technical prowess withstand the fury of an untamed, wrathful, hungry Demon?"
The darkness seemed to coalesce around Damage as he spoke, his form becoming more elusive, a phantom in the heart of the forsaken church. His voice took on an otherworldly resonance, as if the very walls themselves were responding to his call.
"While you were honing your skills in the ring, I was carving a path of chaos in the depths of the underworld. I am not just a wrestler, Mr. Gideon King, I am a force that transcends the boundaries of mortal combat. I am the embodiment of malevolence, the harbinger of doom."
He paused, allowing the weight of his words to settle upon the atmosphere like a shroud of impending darkness. The silence that followed was suffocating, broken only by the distant echoes of the forsaken church's moaning timbers.
"I am the embodiment of chaos, the harbinger of despair. Mr.Gideon King, you tread upon the unhallowed ground where the line between mortal and malevolent blurs into nothingness. You seek the X Division Championship, a trinket that pales in comparison to the infernal power coursing through my veins. I am the darkness that lingers in the corners of your soul, the nightmare that lurks in the recesses of your deepest fears."
The candle lights flickered, casting eerie shadows that seemed to dance in macabre celebration of the impending confrontation. Damage's eyes gleamed with an otherworldly intensity as he continued, his voice weaving a tapestry of dread.
"Mr. Gideon,Your dreams for the X Division Championship ends soon when you face me as I have a bigger goal than you, But in the face of the untamed Demon, your Dream is but a fleeting illusion, a fragile facade that crumbles like dust in the wake of my infernal might. The X Division Championship is a prize that mortals covet, but its significance is lost on one who has embraced the darkness as I have."
He paced around the ancient chamber, his footsteps echoing with a haunting cadence that seemed to synchronize with the beating of a distant, unseen heart. The atmosphere grew colder, as if the very air recoiled from the demonic presence that radiated from Damage.
"Mr. Gideon King, you are but a pawn in a cosmic game played by forces beyond your feeble comprehension. The X Division Championship is a mere trinket, a bauble that catches the eye of fools blinded by their own ambition. But for me, it is a gateway to unleash the full fury of the abyss upon this realm."
The camera zoomed in on Damage's face, revealing the grotesque contours of his demonic features. His lips curled into a malevolent smile, revealing rows of sharp, serrated teeth that seemed designed to rend flesh from bone.
"Behold, Mr. Gideon, the true nature of your adversary. I am not a mere mortal with dreams of glory. I am the embodiment of nightmares, the incarnation of all that is dark and twisted. The X Division Championship is but a stepping stone on my path to domination, a symbol of the havoc I shall wreak upon the wrestling world."
A sudden gust of frigid wind swept through the catacombs, extinguishing the candles that are lit and plunging the chamber into impenetrable darkness. The only sound that remained was the echoing laughter of Damage, a soul-chilling cacophony that seemed to reverberate from the very depths of the abyss.
"Mr. Gideon King, prepare yourself for a reckoning unlike any other. The untamed Demon is unleashed, and your fate is sealed in the embrace of eternal torment. As the shadows converge and the abyss opens its maw, remember this moment β the moment when you dared to challenge the darkness itself. Welcome to your nightmare, Gideon King. Welcome to the domain of Damage."
His eyes, pools of abyssal darkness, surveyed the desolation around him with a sinister satisfaction. The cold wind howled through broken windows like tortured souls seeking release, and the distant echo of dripping water mingled with the eerie silence of the forsaken church. It was here, in this unholy sanctuary, that Damage chose to deliver his ominous proclamation.
The flickering candles cast grotesque shadows upon Damage's twisted features as he stepped into the pool of dim light at the center of the desecrated nave. The air itself seemed to shiver with his presence, and a low, guttural growl rumbled from the depths of his being.
"Forgiveness," Damage intoned, his voice a gravelly murmur that sent shivers down the spines of any who dared to listen. "Forgiveness, my dear congregation, is a concept as fragile as the mortal souls who seek it. In the eyes of the divine, they say I am here as a vessel for redemption. A forgiveness granted in the form of the unholy tempest I shall unleash upon Mr. Gideon King."
A wry smile twisted Damage's lips, a grotesque parody of repentance. He continued, "Yes,for the lord hath deemed it necessary to cleanse this earthly realm of the false prophets and self-righteous warriors who dare to tread upon the sacred ground of my dominion. And who better to bear the brunt of my divine wrath than Mr. Gideon King, the dreamer to the throne of the X Division Championship?"
The unholy wind seemed to intensify as Damage's voice echoed through the ruined church, resonating with the moans of the forgotten spirits that lingered in the shadows. He paced the uneven floor, his steps echoing like distant drumbeats heralding an impending cataclysm.
"Do you hear it, Mr. Gideon?" Damage's voice, a guttural growl that resonated with the echoes of the damned, slithered through the air like a venomous serpent. "The whispers of the abyss, the hymns of suffering that herald my arrival. Mr.Gideon King, prepare yourself for a descent into the depths of your own nightmares, for you stand on the precipice of annihilation."
Damage's gaze swept across the shattered remnants of the once-hallowed place, his words a macabre symphony weaving through the air like a curse. "In this forsaken sanctuary of decay and despair, where the echoes of forgotten prayers linger like ghosts, I stand before you, Mr.Gideon King. The unholy whispers of this desecrated church will bear witness to the malevolent force that is Damage β the untamed demon. As the shadows writhe and the cold fingers of the forgotten dead caress the air, I shall unravel the tapestry of your feeble existence. Mr. Gideon, you stand on the precipice of damnation. It was here, in the depths of this abyss, that I beheld the spectacle of your triumph over John Blade. Oh, how the fools marveled at your supposed prowess, as if you were a king reigning over a realm of illusion."
A malicious grin twisted across Damage's face as he continued, "But I see through the illusion, Mr.Gideon. I see the frailty that lies beneath the surface, the cracks in your armor that betray the fragility of your reign. Mr. John Blade, a mere pawn in your game, a pawn that any child could manipulate and cast aside like a discarded toy."
The dim light seemed to flicker and dance with an otherworldly energy as Damage paced around the desolate altar, his voice resonating with a haunting cadence. "Do not mistake my words for arrogance, for I speak the truth that others fear to acknowledge. How righteous you must feel, parading about with that victories over Mr. John Blade, Mr. Corey Bull and Mr. FPV as if it grants you dominion over the damned. But let me remind you, dear Mr. Gideon, that your triumph over Mr. John Blade was but a charade, a masquerade of strength. A victory against a man who crumbled like ancient parchment in the face of a storm."
The demon paused, allowing the weight of his words to settle in the stagnant air. His eyes gleamed with an otherworldly malevolence as he continued, "Mr. John Blade, a mere puppet whose strings you severed with a stroke of mediocrity. A victory that pales in comparison to the chaos I shall unleash upon you. It was easy for you, Mr. Gideon King, too easy. No need for chest-thumping or self-congratulation. For you see, the true reckoning awaits."
As Damage spoke, the distant memories of battles fought and sins committed painted a grotesque tapestry of malevolence in the minds of those who listened. The very air seemed to vibrate with an unspoken curse, and the shadows recoiled at the impending darkness.
"And then there's your vaunted victory over Mr. FPV and Mr. Cory Bull," he continued, his voice now a venomous whisper. "Respect where respect is due, you say? I acknowledge your skill, Mr. Gideon King, for I am no fool. I recognize talent when I see it. But do not mistake acknowledgment for fear."
Damage halted, his gaze piercing through the veil of shadows as if searching for the remnants of Gideon King's misplaced hubris.
"You see, Mr. Gideon, you have forgotten that you now tread upon the path of the untamed Demon. There are a lots of different from your previous matches with this Impending clash between you and myself. You and I are totally different, While you were cuddling in the warmth of wrestling academia, I, roamed the darkened alleys and underworld arenas, a true threat to the damned and the divine alike, They called me as Nobanashi Akuma."
His words hung in the air, a poisonous vapor that twisted around the fragments of shattered pews and echoed through the hollow corridors of the forsaken church.
"Nobanashi Akuma," he repeated, the name resonating with a menacing cadence. "The Devil in loose or the Untamed Demon. I am the embodiment of wrath, the relentless hunger that gnaws at the fabric of reality. Mr. Gideon King, you may be a technical wrestler, and I respect that. But can your technical prowess withstand the fury of an untamed, wrathful, hungry Demon?"
The darkness seemed to coalesce around Damage as he spoke, his form becoming more elusive, a phantom in the heart of the forsaken church. His voice took on an otherworldly resonance, as if the very walls themselves were responding to his call.
"While you were honing your skills in the ring, I was carving a path of chaos in the depths of the underworld. I am not just a wrestler, Mr. Gideon King, I am a force that transcends the boundaries of mortal combat. I am the embodiment of malevolence, the harbinger of doom."
He paused, allowing the weight of his words to settle upon the atmosphere like a shroud of impending darkness. The silence that followed was suffocating, broken only by the distant echoes of the forsaken church's moaning timbers.
"I am the embodiment of chaos, the harbinger of despair. Mr.Gideon King, you tread upon the unhallowed ground where the line between mortal and malevolent blurs into nothingness. You seek the X Division Championship, a trinket that pales in comparison to the infernal power coursing through my veins. I am the darkness that lingers in the corners of your soul, the nightmare that lurks in the recesses of your deepest fears."
The candle lights flickered, casting eerie shadows that seemed to dance in macabre celebration of the impending confrontation. Damage's eyes gleamed with an otherworldly intensity as he continued, his voice weaving a tapestry of dread.
"Mr. Gideon,Your dreams for the X Division Championship ends soon when you face me as I have a bigger goal than you, But in the face of the untamed Demon, your Dream is but a fleeting illusion, a fragile facade that crumbles like dust in the wake of my infernal might. The X Division Championship is a prize that mortals covet, but its significance is lost on one who has embraced the darkness as I have."
He paced around the ancient chamber, his footsteps echoing with a haunting cadence that seemed to synchronize with the beating of a distant, unseen heart. The atmosphere grew colder, as if the very air recoiled from the demonic presence that radiated from Damage.
"Mr. Gideon King, you are but a pawn in a cosmic game played by forces beyond your feeble comprehension. The X Division Championship is a mere trinket, a bauble that catches the eye of fools blinded by their own ambition. But for me, it is a gateway to unleash the full fury of the abyss upon this realm."
The camera zoomed in on Damage's face, revealing the grotesque contours of his demonic features. His lips curled into a malevolent smile, revealing rows of sharp, serrated teeth that seemed designed to rend flesh from bone.
"Behold, Mr. Gideon, the true nature of your adversary. I am not a mere mortal with dreams of glory. I am the embodiment of nightmares, the incarnation of all that is dark and twisted. The X Division Championship is but a stepping stone on my path to domination, a symbol of the havoc I shall wreak upon the wrestling world."
A sudden gust of frigid wind swept through the catacombs, extinguishing the candles that are lit and plunging the chamber into impenetrable darkness. The only sound that remained was the echoing laughter of Damage, a soul-chilling cacophony that seemed to reverberate from the very depths of the abyss.
"Mr. Gideon King, prepare yourself for a reckoning unlike any other. The untamed Demon is unleashed, and your fate is sealed in the embrace of eternal torment. As the shadows converge and the abyss opens its maw, remember this moment β the moment when you dared to challenge the darkness itself. Welcome to your nightmare, Gideon King. Welcome to the domain of Damage."