Post by Real Untamed Demon on Feb 24, 2024 14:04:57 GMT -5
[The scene unfolds in a dimly lit, smoke-filled underground club, where the air is thick with the scent of sweat and alcohol. Vivian, a seasoned veteran of the underworld, sits at a secluded table, nursing a drink as he waits for his old friend, Damage, to arrive. Suddenly, the door swings open, and in strides Damage, a hulking figure with a rugged demeanor and a menacing aura. He wears a leather jacket adorned with patches and pins, his muscles bulging beneath the fabric as he moves with purpose through the crowd.]
Vivian: [Nods in acknowledgment as Damage approaches] "Well, well, if it isn't the Untamed Demon himself. You're looking as fierce as ever, my friend."
Damage: [Grins devilishly as he takes a seat opposite Vivian] "You know me, Mr. Vivian. Can't let the streets tame me. Gotta keep the fire burning, you know?"
[Vivian chuckles, raising his glass in salute before taking a sip.]
Vivian: "So, what brings you down to the depths of the underworld tonight? Another street fight? Some underground dealings?"
Damage: [Leans back in his chair, his eyes gleaming with excitement] "Nah, nothing like that this time. I'm here to talk business... wrestling business, that is."
[Vivian arches an eyebrow, intrigued by Damage's sudden shift in focus.]
Vivian: "Wrestling, huh? You mean that hardcore stuff you used to be into back in the day?"
Damage: [Nods eagerly] "Yeah, that's the one. Been making a name for myself in the ring lately. Got a big match coming up against Enigma, the Smash Heavyweight Champion."
[Vivian's eyes widen in surprise, impressed by Damage's ascent in the world of professional wrestling.]
Vivian: "Enigma, huh? That's no small feat. The guy's a monster in the ring."
Damage: [Grins confidently] "He may be a monster, but I've faced worse on the streets. Besides, I've been training hard for this. I'm ready to show the world what I'm made of."
[Vivian nods in approval, his respect for Damage evident in his expression.]
Vivian: "I have no doubt you'll tear the house down, my friend. But speaking of wrestling, what about that Last Chance PPV? Heard you had a run-in with Clyde Newton and his crew."
[Damage's expression darkens as he recalls the events of the PPV, his jaw clenched with frustration.]
Damage: "Don't remind me. That slimy J Mont pulled some dirty tricks, giving Clyde the upper hand. And to top it off, that snake JKO'd me when I wasn't looking."
[Vivian shakes his head in disgust, a scowl forming on his face.]
Vivian: "Damn, that's low, even for those scumbags. But hey, you can't let one loss get you down. You're better than that, Damage."
[Damage's resolve hardens as he locks eyes with Vivian, a fire burning within him.]
Damage: "You're damn right, Viv. I won't let those bastards get the best of me. I'll take that loss and turn it into fuel for the fire. Just you watch."
[Vivian nods in agreement, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.]
Vivian: "That's the spirit, my friend. And hey, speaking of turning things around, remember that time we saved that woman from those thugs down by the docks?"
[Damage's face softens as he recalls the memory, a hint of pride shining in his eyes.]
Damage: "Yeah, I remember. Best damn street fight we ever had. Those punks didn't know what hit 'em."
[Vivian chuckles, raising his glass once more in a toast to their shared victory.]
Vivian: "Here's to old times and new beginnings, Damage. May your fists be as fierce in the ring as they are on the streets."
[Damage clinks his glass against Vivian's, a smirk spreading across his face as he prepares to conquer yet another challenge in his relentless pursuit of greatness.]
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[The scene opens inside a dimly lit church, with flickering candles casting eerie shadows on the walls. The sound of heavy breathing fills the air as Damage, The Untamed Demon, kneels before the altar, his eyes gleaming with a sinister intensity. A chilling aura emanated from his towering frame. His eyes burned with an intensity that could scorch the very soul of his opponent. He is in his wrestling gear. The camera zooms in on his face, capturing every scar and twisted expression as he begins to speak.]
“Forgive me, Father, for I am about to sin. But know this, my confession is not born of remorse, but of anticipation. February 26th, is the day within the hallowed confines of the WGWF arena, I shall unleash a fury unlike any other. Mr. Enigma, the Smash Heavyweight Champion, stands before me, a worthy adversary, a beacon of strength in a world of shadows.”
[He pauses, his voice echoing through the empty church, his words dripping with venom.]
“Mr. Enigma, I respect you for what you are. But on February 26th, respect shall be overshadowed by chaos. For I am the Untamed Demon... a moniker bestowed upon me by those who have witnessed the sheer ferocity of my wrath. Enigma, The Monster Machine…. Perhaps, I must say a well Oiled Monster machine, Just free from being someone’s lapdog. You stand before me, a symbol of grandeur and power, adorned with the precious trinket known as the Smash Heavyweight Championship. But do not mistake this accolade for true supremacy, for within the ring, there lies a realm where only the strongest, the most savage, can truly reign.
You see, there lies a difference between the Monster Machine and the Untamed Demon. The Monster Machine, a creation of man, bound by chains of servitude. But the Untamed Demon…”
(he rises to his feet, his form towering over the pews)
“ ...the Untamed Demon knows no master, no chains, no limits.
[He begins to pace back and forth, the intensity of his words building with each step.]
“Mr. Enigma," Damage's voice boomed across the church, a low growl that reverberated like a distant rumble of thunder. "You are revered, you are admired, and yet, you are the target of my wrath. But know this, Mr. Enigma, it is not you whom I seek to destroy, but the false idols and illusions that surround you. Mr. Enigma, you may wear the title around your waist, but do not mistake it for true power, to you the Smash Heavyweight Championship hangs in the balance, a symbol of glory and prestige. But to me, it is nothing more than a trinket, a bauble to be claimed on my path to absolute dominance. The streets shall run red with the blood of champions, and I shall reign supreme. This match, Father, this clash of titans, it shall be the talk of the town, the stuff of legend. For I am not merely seeking victory; I am seeking to carve my name into the annals of history, to etch my legacy in the very fabric of existence."
Damage continued, his voice dripping with contempt.
"For true power lies not in gold and silver, but in the fury that burns within. It is the fire that drives me forward, that fuels my every move. And tonight, that fire shall consume you. In the ring, we are but vessels for the darkness that consumes us. We wear invisible masks, both metaphorical and literal, hiding our true selves behind a facade of strength and power. But I, Damage, The Untamed Demon, refuse to hide any longer. I embrace the darkness within me, for it is my true essence, my true power. Mr. Enigma, as I stand before you in this sacred place, I confess that I will unleash hell upon the ring at Smash. You, Mr. Enigma, represent everything that is pure and noble in this world of wrestling. But purity and nobility have no place in the darkness that consumes me. I am a creature of chaos, a force of nature that cannot be tamed or controlled. But do not mistake my actions for disrespect, for I hold you in the highest regard."
[He paces the aisle of the church, his footsteps echoing with each step, his voice resonating with a haunting intensity.]
“So, as I prepare to face you in the ring, know that it is not personal. It is simply the nature of the beast within me. May God have mercy on your soul, for February 26th , I shall unleash the full extent of my power and emerge victorious, not as a champion, but as a harbinger of darkness. I implore you to heed my words well, for in the moments that lie ahead, there shall be no quarter given, no mercy shown. February 26th, we shall dance a midst the flames of battle, and when the dust settles, only one shall emerge victorious. Will it be you, basking in the fleeting glory of triumph? Or shall it be I, The Untamed Demon, standing tall a midst the ruins of our clash, the Smash Heavyweight Championship held aloft as a testament to my unrivaled power?"
[He falls to his knees once more, his voice rising to a fevered pitch.]
"So, Father, I ask for no forgiveness, no absolution. Instead, I ask for strength, for courage, for the will to embrace the darkness that courses through my veins. February 26th, I shall raise hell, and from its depths, I shall emerge victorious. For I am not just the Untamed Demon; I am the Lord of Darkness, and this world shall tremble at my feet."
[With a final, chilling laugh, Damage bows his head in reverence before the altar, The camera zooms out to show that behind the alter, Damage is seen bowing to the Anti Christ as the scene fades to black.]
Vivian: [Nods in acknowledgment as Damage approaches] "Well, well, if it isn't the Untamed Demon himself. You're looking as fierce as ever, my friend."
Damage: [Grins devilishly as he takes a seat opposite Vivian] "You know me, Mr. Vivian. Can't let the streets tame me. Gotta keep the fire burning, you know?"
[Vivian chuckles, raising his glass in salute before taking a sip.]
Vivian: "So, what brings you down to the depths of the underworld tonight? Another street fight? Some underground dealings?"
Damage: [Leans back in his chair, his eyes gleaming with excitement] "Nah, nothing like that this time. I'm here to talk business... wrestling business, that is."
[Vivian arches an eyebrow, intrigued by Damage's sudden shift in focus.]
Vivian: "Wrestling, huh? You mean that hardcore stuff you used to be into back in the day?"
Damage: [Nods eagerly] "Yeah, that's the one. Been making a name for myself in the ring lately. Got a big match coming up against Enigma, the Smash Heavyweight Champion."
[Vivian's eyes widen in surprise, impressed by Damage's ascent in the world of professional wrestling.]
Vivian: "Enigma, huh? That's no small feat. The guy's a monster in the ring."
Damage: [Grins confidently] "He may be a monster, but I've faced worse on the streets. Besides, I've been training hard for this. I'm ready to show the world what I'm made of."
[Vivian nods in approval, his respect for Damage evident in his expression.]
Vivian: "I have no doubt you'll tear the house down, my friend. But speaking of wrestling, what about that Last Chance PPV? Heard you had a run-in with Clyde Newton and his crew."
[Damage's expression darkens as he recalls the events of the PPV, his jaw clenched with frustration.]
Damage: "Don't remind me. That slimy J Mont pulled some dirty tricks, giving Clyde the upper hand. And to top it off, that snake JKO'd me when I wasn't looking."
[Vivian shakes his head in disgust, a scowl forming on his face.]
Vivian: "Damn, that's low, even for those scumbags. But hey, you can't let one loss get you down. You're better than that, Damage."
[Damage's resolve hardens as he locks eyes with Vivian, a fire burning within him.]
Damage: "You're damn right, Viv. I won't let those bastards get the best of me. I'll take that loss and turn it into fuel for the fire. Just you watch."
[Vivian nods in agreement, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.]
Vivian: "That's the spirit, my friend. And hey, speaking of turning things around, remember that time we saved that woman from those thugs down by the docks?"
[Damage's face softens as he recalls the memory, a hint of pride shining in his eyes.]
Damage: "Yeah, I remember. Best damn street fight we ever had. Those punks didn't know what hit 'em."
[Vivian chuckles, raising his glass once more in a toast to their shared victory.]
Vivian: "Here's to old times and new beginnings, Damage. May your fists be as fierce in the ring as they are on the streets."
[Damage clinks his glass against Vivian's, a smirk spreading across his face as he prepares to conquer yet another challenge in his relentless pursuit of greatness.]
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[The scene opens inside a dimly lit church, with flickering candles casting eerie shadows on the walls. The sound of heavy breathing fills the air as Damage, The Untamed Demon, kneels before the altar, his eyes gleaming with a sinister intensity. A chilling aura emanated from his towering frame. His eyes burned with an intensity that could scorch the very soul of his opponent. He is in his wrestling gear. The camera zooms in on his face, capturing every scar and twisted expression as he begins to speak.]
“Forgive me, Father, for I am about to sin. But know this, my confession is not born of remorse, but of anticipation. February 26th, is the day within the hallowed confines of the WGWF arena, I shall unleash a fury unlike any other. Mr. Enigma, the Smash Heavyweight Champion, stands before me, a worthy adversary, a beacon of strength in a world of shadows.”
[He pauses, his voice echoing through the empty church, his words dripping with venom.]
“Mr. Enigma, I respect you for what you are. But on February 26th, respect shall be overshadowed by chaos. For I am the Untamed Demon... a moniker bestowed upon me by those who have witnessed the sheer ferocity of my wrath. Enigma, The Monster Machine…. Perhaps, I must say a well Oiled Monster machine, Just free from being someone’s lapdog. You stand before me, a symbol of grandeur and power, adorned with the precious trinket known as the Smash Heavyweight Championship. But do not mistake this accolade for true supremacy, for within the ring, there lies a realm where only the strongest, the most savage, can truly reign.
You see, there lies a difference between the Monster Machine and the Untamed Demon. The Monster Machine, a creation of man, bound by chains of servitude. But the Untamed Demon…”
(he rises to his feet, his form towering over the pews)
“ ...the Untamed Demon knows no master, no chains, no limits.
[He begins to pace back and forth, the intensity of his words building with each step.]
“Mr. Enigma," Damage's voice boomed across the church, a low growl that reverberated like a distant rumble of thunder. "You are revered, you are admired, and yet, you are the target of my wrath. But know this, Mr. Enigma, it is not you whom I seek to destroy, but the false idols and illusions that surround you. Mr. Enigma, you may wear the title around your waist, but do not mistake it for true power, to you the Smash Heavyweight Championship hangs in the balance, a symbol of glory and prestige. But to me, it is nothing more than a trinket, a bauble to be claimed on my path to absolute dominance. The streets shall run red with the blood of champions, and I shall reign supreme. This match, Father, this clash of titans, it shall be the talk of the town, the stuff of legend. For I am not merely seeking victory; I am seeking to carve my name into the annals of history, to etch my legacy in the very fabric of existence."
Damage continued, his voice dripping with contempt.
"For true power lies not in gold and silver, but in the fury that burns within. It is the fire that drives me forward, that fuels my every move. And tonight, that fire shall consume you. In the ring, we are but vessels for the darkness that consumes us. We wear invisible masks, both metaphorical and literal, hiding our true selves behind a facade of strength and power. But I, Damage, The Untamed Demon, refuse to hide any longer. I embrace the darkness within me, for it is my true essence, my true power. Mr. Enigma, as I stand before you in this sacred place, I confess that I will unleash hell upon the ring at Smash. You, Mr. Enigma, represent everything that is pure and noble in this world of wrestling. But purity and nobility have no place in the darkness that consumes me. I am a creature of chaos, a force of nature that cannot be tamed or controlled. But do not mistake my actions for disrespect, for I hold you in the highest regard."
[He paces the aisle of the church, his footsteps echoing with each step, his voice resonating with a haunting intensity.]
“So, as I prepare to face you in the ring, know that it is not personal. It is simply the nature of the beast within me. May God have mercy on your soul, for February 26th , I shall unleash the full extent of my power and emerge victorious, not as a champion, but as a harbinger of darkness. I implore you to heed my words well, for in the moments that lie ahead, there shall be no quarter given, no mercy shown. February 26th, we shall dance a midst the flames of battle, and when the dust settles, only one shall emerge victorious. Will it be you, basking in the fleeting glory of triumph? Or shall it be I, The Untamed Demon, standing tall a midst the ruins of our clash, the Smash Heavyweight Championship held aloft as a testament to my unrivaled power?"
[He falls to his knees once more, his voice rising to a fevered pitch.]
"So, Father, I ask for no forgiveness, no absolution. Instead, I ask for strength, for courage, for the will to embrace the darkness that courses through my veins. February 26th, I shall raise hell, and from its depths, I shall emerge victorious. For I am not just the Untamed Demon; I am the Lord of Darkness, and this world shall tremble at my feet."
[With a final, chilling laugh, Damage bows his head in reverence before the altar, The camera zooms out to show that behind the alter, Damage is seen bowing to the Anti Christ as the scene fades to black.]