Post by Real Untamed Demon on Apr 17, 2024 11:40:57 GMT -5
“Feeling lucky tonight,Damage?”
The voice of Corey Bull is heard as the camera shows the Emerald Heights Casino exudes opulence with its sparkling chandeliers, plush carpets, and polished marble floors. The walls are adorned with intricate designs, while the soft lighting creates an atmosphere of luxury and sophistication.
As patrons mill about, the air is filled with the tingling excitement of anticipation. Some are gathered around sleek gaming tables, their eyes fixed on the cards or the spinning roulette wheel, while others try their luck at the slot machines, their fingers poised over the buttons.
Waiters glide gracefully between tables, carrying trays of drinks to eager patrons, their laughter and chatter mingling with the melodious tunes drifting from the live band on stage. The occasional clinking of glasses adds to the lively ambiance as friends toast to their fortunes or commiserate over their losses.
Overall, the casino is a bustling hive of activity, where dreams are made and fortunes are won or lost in the blink of an eye.
Among the well-dressed crowd, Damage and Corey Bull stand out, both exuding an aura of confidence and style. Damage is clad in a tailored suit, the deep navy fabric accentuating his powerful physique. A cigar dangles casually from his lips, its faint trail of smoke adding to his enigmatic presence. Corey Bull, equally dapper in a crisp white shirt and sleek black suit, sports a confident smirk as he surveys the bustling casino floor. Like Damage, he holds a cigar between his fingers, the wisps of smoke swirling around him as he moves.
As they approach the gaming tables, the intensity in the air palpable, they attract glances from fellow patrons who recognize them as formidable players in the high-stakes world of gambling. With a nod of acknowledgment to each other, they take their seats, ready to engage in a battle of wits and strategy a midst the dazzling allure of the casino.
Damage with a cool and collected look on his face answers, “Luck's got nothing to do with it,. Mr. Corey. It's all about skill and strategy.”
As Damage and Corey Bull lean at the Three Card Poker table sitting in their seats with still familiar buzz of the casino surrounded them. With the cards dealt and the game underway, they couldn't help but let their conversation drift to recent events in the wrestling world.
Damage leaned back in his chair, eyeing his hand thoughtfully. "You still recovering from that miracle loss to Ms.Amber last Smash, Mr.Bull?"
Corey Bull's expression darkened at the mention of his recent defeat. "Yeah, that was a tough one to swallow. I mean, who would've thought those stacks of barrels would come tumbling down like that? Gave her the perfect opening to hit that finisher of hers."
"Seems like a stroke of luck for her," Damage remarked, his gaze shifting from his cards to Corey Bull's somber face. "But you've bounced back from worse, Mr. Bull. This is WGWF, What goes would come around. I know You'll get her next time."
Corey Bull let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah, you're right. Can't dwell on the past. It's all about looking forward and making sure it doesn't happen again."
Corey Bull leaned back in his chair, puffing on his cigar thoughtfully. "You know, Damage, when you think about it, Amber's always been the odd one out in the Fortunate Ones. Compared to the likes of Enigma, Newton, Sonya Benson, and Joe Montorie, she's like a kitten among lions."
Damage nodded in agreement, his gaze fixed on the swirling smoke above them. "You're right, Mr. Corey. Mr. Enigma, the WGWF Smash Champion, is a force to be reckoned with. His agility and Power make him a true master of the ring. And Mr. Newton, Our FORMER X Division Champion, though he had tugged his tail and voluntarily got his ass fired., We must agree on one thing is that his technical prowess is unmatched. Then there's Ms.Sonya Benson and Mr. JMont, former world champions in their own right, with a legacy of dominance in their respective federations."
Corey Bull chuckled, taking a sip of his drink. "And let's not forget about you, Damage. The Untamed Demon, feared by opponents far and wide. You've left a trail of destruction in your wake, and now, it seems Amber is next on your list."
"Indeed," Damage replied, his tone tinged with a hint of amusement. "But what's interesting is how Ms.Amber managed to escape the chaos that engulfed the rest of the Fortunate Ones. Feuds, betrayals, you name it – she escaped from all the feuds, like she was invisible."
"Exactly," Corey Bull agreed, a smirk playing on his lips. "It's almost as if nobody saw her as a real threat. She was just the pretty face, the cheerleader, while the rest of the crew fought tooth and nail for glory."
"But now," Damage interjected, his voice low and dangerous, "the game has changed. The Fortunate Ones have vanished into thin air, leaving Amber all alone to face me for the X Division Championship."
Corey Bull nodded, his expression serious. "And let's be honest, Damage, Amber doesn't stand a chance against you. She may have thought she was safe hiding behind the shadows of the Fortunate Ones, but now, she's exposed. Vulnerable."
"Indeed," Damage replied, a predatory gleam in his eyes. "And I intend to make her pay for every moment she spent basking in their false glory. She will learn that in the ring, there is no hiding, no escaping the wrath of the Untamed Demon."
Their conversation paused momentarily as the dealer flipped the next set of cards. Corey Bull studied his hand intently, his brow furrowed in concentration. As he mulled over his options, Damage seized the opportunity to steer the conversation towards another hot topic in the wrestling world.
"Speaking of looking forward, did you hear about Mr.Newton's latest stunt?" Damage's voice was laced with disdain as he brought up the controversial X Division Champion. "Attacking wrestlers on-camera, what a cowardly move."
Corey Bull's eyes widened in disbelief. "Yes! That's just messed up, especially for someone holding a title. I believe Newton had made a wise choice to have himself fired to avoid a public disgrace when he pleads to you for mercy on him at wrestlerwars."
Damage nodded grimly. "Yeah, it's a disgrace to the sport. Can't have champions behaving like that. I really believed that he was man enough to challenge me for the title. I pity him"
A wave of murmurs rippled through the nearby tables as patrons overheard their conversation. The wrestling community was abuzz with speculation and gossip about Newton's shocking behavior, and Damage and Corey Bull were no exception.
"I always knew Newton was trouble," Corey Bull muttered, shaking his head in disappointment. "But this takes it to a whole new level. Makes you wonder what goes on behind the scenes."
Damage's lips twisted into a wry smile. "You never really know what's happening backstage until it spills out into the ring. But hey, it's just another day in the world of wrestling, right?"
Corey Bull chuckled dryly, a hint of bitterness in his tone. "Yeah, tell me about it. Sometimes I wonder if the drama outside the ring is more entertaining than the matches themselves."
Their conversation drifted from the scandal surrounding Newton to other recent developments in the wrestling world. They exchanged stories about their most memorable matches, their toughest opponents, and the highs and lows of life on the road.
As the game progressed and the chips piled up, their camaraderie grew stronger. Despite the cutthroat competition at the poker table, Damage and Corey Bull found common ground in their shared passion for wrestling and their determination to succeed in the face of adversity.
Corey Bull now with a smile on his face says, “You're on, Damage. Let's see who comes out on top this time.”
The dealer flips the cards, revealing a tense moment as both players assess their hands. Damage's expression remains unchanged, while Corey Bull's smirk fades into a look of uncertainty.
Corey Bull with a nervousness on his face, “Well, what do you have?”
Damage with some calmness answeres, “Let's just say I've got enough to take this round.”
Eventually, the dealer announced the end of the round, and Damage emerged victorious with a winning hand. Corey Bull offered a gracious nod of acknowledgment, his competitive spirit undimmed by defeat.
"Looks like luck was on your side this time, Damage," Corey Bull remarked, a hint of admiration in his voice.
Damage grinned, gathering his winnings with satisfaction. "As I said before, Luck had nothing to do with it, Mr. Bull. It's all about skill and strategy, just like in the ring. It’s showtime to Ms.Amber."
With a final handshake and a nod of mutual respect, Damage and Corey Bull parted ways, each returning to their respective corners of the wrestling world with renewed determination and a shared understanding of the challenges they faced both inside and outside the ring.
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We open in darkness, it’s impossible to tell where we are, but it is an open space, perhaps a warehouse. Damage has his back turned, but he knows the camera is there.
"My Dear! Ms. Amber Mansly, you stand before me now, a mere pawn in a game you cannot hope to comprehend. For you see, the path you now walk is one paved with treachery and deceit, a path once trodden by the cowardly Mr. Clyde Newton."
With each word that drips from his lips, the atmosphere grows increasingly tense, as if the very air itself has become charged with malevolence.
"I am deeply sad and this is true. How unfortunate it is that you have taken the place of Mr. Clyde Newton. Ah, Mr. Newton, a clever soul indeed. Always skirting around the edges, tugging his tail and scurrying away from the Untamed Demon. But his cleverness led him down a path of demise, a path paved with betrayal and ignominy. For when he could no longer evade the inevitable confrontation with me, he chose the coward's way out. He chose to sabotage himself, to commit acts unworthy of this grand stage, and thus he left you, Ms. Amber Mansly, to face the wrath of the Untamed Demon."
"But let us not dwell on the past," he declares, his voice echoing through the rafters, "for soon, a new chapter unfolds. This Wrestle wars, Ms. Amber, you find yourself ensnared in the web of destiny, entangled in a battle you cannot hope to win."
"You see, From ancient civilizations to modern societies, the echoes of past deeds reverberate through the corridors of human memory, influencing the choices of both individuals and nations. History serves as a mirror, reflecting the consequences of our actions and illuminating the pathways ahead.
History has a funny way of repeating itself. No matter how we prepare for the future and make vows to change, we always fall back into the same patterns that lead us down the wrong path and ultimately, we end up in the same situations we promised ourselves that we would avoid."
"Let’s Compare our histories, Ms. Amber," Damage taunts, his voice laced with malice, "and what do you find? Boy! We are totally different from each other. Unlike you, Ms. Mansly, I have never needed a helping hand to pave my path to greatness. When I step into this ring, I do so alone, confident in my own abilities to conquer whatever stands before me. And make no mistake, I have conquered. The tag team championships, held aloft with pride alongside the formidable Mr. Ragnarok. A testament to my dominance, my superiority. And what you have achieved Ms Mansly? NOTHING!!! You lot your tag match with Mr. Jmont against Lone Wolves."
A twisted smirk curls across Damage's lips as he recounts the failures of his adversary, Ms. Amber Mansly. Her reliance on others, her inability to stand on her own two feet, laid bare for all to see.
You see, Ms. Amber While I have risen time and time again, overcoming insurmountable odds to earn my place at the top from winning last year’s wrestlewar against Mr. Sam Chatman inside the ring of fire to earning the Title Shot match against Mr. Enigma. And what of your pitiful attempts at victory, Ms. Mansly? Your feeble struggles, constantly reliant on the aid of others? How pathetic you must feel, knowing that without your precious teammates, you are nothing. A mere speck in the vast expanse of this unforgiving arena. If I must remind you Ms Amber; only a few weeks back, at last chance, I nearly put you on the shelf permanently, sending your pathetic corpse to hell. But make note of the word I just used: nearly. See, I could have easily ended your career, but that’s being far too lenient with you Ms. Mansly...if I were to simply put an end to your career, that would set a precedent to the entire world that messing with me will simply get you a brutal beating and nothing more....no, your punishment needs to be arduous. I will subject you to the most horrifying tortures you can imagine only after I brake you emotionally...mentally.Mr. Amber.
Being with other winners like Mr. Jmont, Ms. Sonya, Mr. Enigma and Mr, Newton You’ve convinced yourself that you’re something special, ...but I’m reality, here to let you know that there is nothing special about you. Millions like you have come before, and millions like you will come after. At Last Chance I could look at you in the face; and do you know what I saw, Ms, Amber? .I saw the eyes of a scared little girl, who was realizing just how in over her head she truly was. The look of fear in your eyes as I held you that night told me all that I needed to know about you Ms. Amber. You finally understood who you were dealing with and it terrified you. Deny it all you want Ms, Amber, I know what I saw. I’ve known the look of fear all my life, and what I saw that night was pure, unadulterated fear."
As we get closer the flicker of light turns into fire. In the middle of this place is a ring of fire and within it stands only one man, one monster, one demon….Damage. The camera tries to get close, but the fire burns hot.
"Ms. Amber, The fires of the abyss burns too hot for any mortals. I am like this fire, burning to reach the sky and destroys whatever is thrown at me."
Damage’s voices echoes loudly through the walls. Damage turns towards the camera, his head cocked a bit, we can see him through the fingers of the fire.
"Ms. Amber! you are nothing but a water drop infront of me. Do not stand in a place of danger trusting in miracles. I am not the one to be feared …. I am the one to be terrified, for I have come from the darkness to take you down and your glory with me. There are NO SAVIORS on Wrestlewars, only victims who raise their hands to be next. You have raised your hand and offered yourself as a sacrifice and these actions will never be forgotten. Your time is coming, your soul will burn, you will feel the hell in it’s truest sense. You will look out to those people, those who cry for you, scream support for you, and you will hate them because you did this for them…and they have done nothing for you. You will feel pain like you never imagined and all they can do is sit in their seats and watch your world crumble, it will be marvelous."
Damage begins to pace within his ring of fire.
"The time for harvesting souls is now!.... I Will be getting that once lost Throne soon! And the Era one lost gone underground will be raised. Ms. Amber, you believe you can walk through the fires of hell and come out on the other side unscathed and victorious? Well, Kitty! let me tell you something NO ONE IS UNTOUCHABLE!"
The camera zooms in trying to get closer to Damage’s face, but the flames continue to block a full view.
"I respect talented men who want to make an impact, like Mr. Enigma, Mr. John Cable, but you Ms. Amber,is totally different from others. You just use people to your advantage. That’s right I know you. You’ve spent some time over in GCW and you think that you’re a superstar because of what you did over there? No. Even at GCW, you hang around with team “The Bling Empire”, you never fought a match alone in any wrestling feds. How do you look at yourself in the mirror? How do you talk yourself into stepping into the ring on a nightly basis? I will give you credit for that because I know deep down inside the fear that you feel, the terror that courses through your veins when you think about stepping into the ring with me. It's the same fear that I felt every day when I stepped into Mrs. Rankin's Maths class in high school; where I would be tormented for not fitting in. For all your bravado, for all your bluster, deep down, I see you for what you truly are, Ms. Mansly. A scared little girl, but I am no savior, no knight in shining armor to come to your rescue. No, I am the fire that consumes all in its path, leaving nothing but ashes in its wake. The fire will engulf you, your screams of pain will go unheeded and those people out there, will bare witness to your demise. Welcome to hell Ms. Amber….welcome to hell.”
Damage laughs louder as the scene fades out. In the pure darkness we still hear Damage’s laughter.
The voice of Corey Bull is heard as the camera shows the Emerald Heights Casino exudes opulence with its sparkling chandeliers, plush carpets, and polished marble floors. The walls are adorned with intricate designs, while the soft lighting creates an atmosphere of luxury and sophistication.
As patrons mill about, the air is filled with the tingling excitement of anticipation. Some are gathered around sleek gaming tables, their eyes fixed on the cards or the spinning roulette wheel, while others try their luck at the slot machines, their fingers poised over the buttons.
Waiters glide gracefully between tables, carrying trays of drinks to eager patrons, their laughter and chatter mingling with the melodious tunes drifting from the live band on stage. The occasional clinking of glasses adds to the lively ambiance as friends toast to their fortunes or commiserate over their losses.
Overall, the casino is a bustling hive of activity, where dreams are made and fortunes are won or lost in the blink of an eye.
Among the well-dressed crowd, Damage and Corey Bull stand out, both exuding an aura of confidence and style. Damage is clad in a tailored suit, the deep navy fabric accentuating his powerful physique. A cigar dangles casually from his lips, its faint trail of smoke adding to his enigmatic presence. Corey Bull, equally dapper in a crisp white shirt and sleek black suit, sports a confident smirk as he surveys the bustling casino floor. Like Damage, he holds a cigar between his fingers, the wisps of smoke swirling around him as he moves.
As they approach the gaming tables, the intensity in the air palpable, they attract glances from fellow patrons who recognize them as formidable players in the high-stakes world of gambling. With a nod of acknowledgment to each other, they take their seats, ready to engage in a battle of wits and strategy a midst the dazzling allure of the casino.
Damage with a cool and collected look on his face answers, “Luck's got nothing to do with it,. Mr. Corey. It's all about skill and strategy.”
As Damage and Corey Bull lean at the Three Card Poker table sitting in their seats with still familiar buzz of the casino surrounded them. With the cards dealt and the game underway, they couldn't help but let their conversation drift to recent events in the wrestling world.
Damage leaned back in his chair, eyeing his hand thoughtfully. "You still recovering from that miracle loss to Ms.Amber last Smash, Mr.Bull?"
Corey Bull's expression darkened at the mention of his recent defeat. "Yeah, that was a tough one to swallow. I mean, who would've thought those stacks of barrels would come tumbling down like that? Gave her the perfect opening to hit that finisher of hers."
"Seems like a stroke of luck for her," Damage remarked, his gaze shifting from his cards to Corey Bull's somber face. "But you've bounced back from worse, Mr. Bull. This is WGWF, What goes would come around. I know You'll get her next time."
Corey Bull let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah, you're right. Can't dwell on the past. It's all about looking forward and making sure it doesn't happen again."
Corey Bull leaned back in his chair, puffing on his cigar thoughtfully. "You know, Damage, when you think about it, Amber's always been the odd one out in the Fortunate Ones. Compared to the likes of Enigma, Newton, Sonya Benson, and Joe Montorie, she's like a kitten among lions."
Damage nodded in agreement, his gaze fixed on the swirling smoke above them. "You're right, Mr. Corey. Mr. Enigma, the WGWF Smash Champion, is a force to be reckoned with. His agility and Power make him a true master of the ring. And Mr. Newton, Our FORMER X Division Champion, though he had tugged his tail and voluntarily got his ass fired., We must agree on one thing is that his technical prowess is unmatched. Then there's Ms.Sonya Benson and Mr. JMont, former world champions in their own right, with a legacy of dominance in their respective federations."
Corey Bull chuckled, taking a sip of his drink. "And let's not forget about you, Damage. The Untamed Demon, feared by opponents far and wide. You've left a trail of destruction in your wake, and now, it seems Amber is next on your list."
"Indeed," Damage replied, his tone tinged with a hint of amusement. "But what's interesting is how Ms.Amber managed to escape the chaos that engulfed the rest of the Fortunate Ones. Feuds, betrayals, you name it – she escaped from all the feuds, like she was invisible."
"Exactly," Corey Bull agreed, a smirk playing on his lips. "It's almost as if nobody saw her as a real threat. She was just the pretty face, the cheerleader, while the rest of the crew fought tooth and nail for glory."
"But now," Damage interjected, his voice low and dangerous, "the game has changed. The Fortunate Ones have vanished into thin air, leaving Amber all alone to face me for the X Division Championship."
Corey Bull nodded, his expression serious. "And let's be honest, Damage, Amber doesn't stand a chance against you. She may have thought she was safe hiding behind the shadows of the Fortunate Ones, but now, she's exposed. Vulnerable."
"Indeed," Damage replied, a predatory gleam in his eyes. "And I intend to make her pay for every moment she spent basking in their false glory. She will learn that in the ring, there is no hiding, no escaping the wrath of the Untamed Demon."
Their conversation paused momentarily as the dealer flipped the next set of cards. Corey Bull studied his hand intently, his brow furrowed in concentration. As he mulled over his options, Damage seized the opportunity to steer the conversation towards another hot topic in the wrestling world.
"Speaking of looking forward, did you hear about Mr.Newton's latest stunt?" Damage's voice was laced with disdain as he brought up the controversial X Division Champion. "Attacking wrestlers on-camera, what a cowardly move."
Corey Bull's eyes widened in disbelief. "Yes! That's just messed up, especially for someone holding a title. I believe Newton had made a wise choice to have himself fired to avoid a public disgrace when he pleads to you for mercy on him at wrestlerwars."
Damage nodded grimly. "Yeah, it's a disgrace to the sport. Can't have champions behaving like that. I really believed that he was man enough to challenge me for the title. I pity him"
A wave of murmurs rippled through the nearby tables as patrons overheard their conversation. The wrestling community was abuzz with speculation and gossip about Newton's shocking behavior, and Damage and Corey Bull were no exception.
"I always knew Newton was trouble," Corey Bull muttered, shaking his head in disappointment. "But this takes it to a whole new level. Makes you wonder what goes on behind the scenes."
Damage's lips twisted into a wry smile. "You never really know what's happening backstage until it spills out into the ring. But hey, it's just another day in the world of wrestling, right?"
Corey Bull chuckled dryly, a hint of bitterness in his tone. "Yeah, tell me about it. Sometimes I wonder if the drama outside the ring is more entertaining than the matches themselves."
Their conversation drifted from the scandal surrounding Newton to other recent developments in the wrestling world. They exchanged stories about their most memorable matches, their toughest opponents, and the highs and lows of life on the road.
As the game progressed and the chips piled up, their camaraderie grew stronger. Despite the cutthroat competition at the poker table, Damage and Corey Bull found common ground in their shared passion for wrestling and their determination to succeed in the face of adversity.
Corey Bull now with a smile on his face says, “You're on, Damage. Let's see who comes out on top this time.”
The dealer flips the cards, revealing a tense moment as both players assess their hands. Damage's expression remains unchanged, while Corey Bull's smirk fades into a look of uncertainty.
Corey Bull with a nervousness on his face, “Well, what do you have?”
Damage with some calmness answeres, “Let's just say I've got enough to take this round.”
Eventually, the dealer announced the end of the round, and Damage emerged victorious with a winning hand. Corey Bull offered a gracious nod of acknowledgment, his competitive spirit undimmed by defeat.
"Looks like luck was on your side this time, Damage," Corey Bull remarked, a hint of admiration in his voice.
Damage grinned, gathering his winnings with satisfaction. "As I said before, Luck had nothing to do with it, Mr. Bull. It's all about skill and strategy, just like in the ring. It’s showtime to Ms.Amber."
With a final handshake and a nod of mutual respect, Damage and Corey Bull parted ways, each returning to their respective corners of the wrestling world with renewed determination and a shared understanding of the challenges they faced both inside and outside the ring.
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We open in darkness, it’s impossible to tell where we are, but it is an open space, perhaps a warehouse. Damage has his back turned, but he knows the camera is there.
"My Dear! Ms. Amber Mansly, you stand before me now, a mere pawn in a game you cannot hope to comprehend. For you see, the path you now walk is one paved with treachery and deceit, a path once trodden by the cowardly Mr. Clyde Newton."
With each word that drips from his lips, the atmosphere grows increasingly tense, as if the very air itself has become charged with malevolence.
"I am deeply sad and this is true. How unfortunate it is that you have taken the place of Mr. Clyde Newton. Ah, Mr. Newton, a clever soul indeed. Always skirting around the edges, tugging his tail and scurrying away from the Untamed Demon. But his cleverness led him down a path of demise, a path paved with betrayal and ignominy. For when he could no longer evade the inevitable confrontation with me, he chose the coward's way out. He chose to sabotage himself, to commit acts unworthy of this grand stage, and thus he left you, Ms. Amber Mansly, to face the wrath of the Untamed Demon."
"But let us not dwell on the past," he declares, his voice echoing through the rafters, "for soon, a new chapter unfolds. This Wrestle wars, Ms. Amber, you find yourself ensnared in the web of destiny, entangled in a battle you cannot hope to win."
"You see, From ancient civilizations to modern societies, the echoes of past deeds reverberate through the corridors of human memory, influencing the choices of both individuals and nations. History serves as a mirror, reflecting the consequences of our actions and illuminating the pathways ahead.
History has a funny way of repeating itself. No matter how we prepare for the future and make vows to change, we always fall back into the same patterns that lead us down the wrong path and ultimately, we end up in the same situations we promised ourselves that we would avoid."
"Let’s Compare our histories, Ms. Amber," Damage taunts, his voice laced with malice, "and what do you find? Boy! We are totally different from each other. Unlike you, Ms. Mansly, I have never needed a helping hand to pave my path to greatness. When I step into this ring, I do so alone, confident in my own abilities to conquer whatever stands before me. And make no mistake, I have conquered. The tag team championships, held aloft with pride alongside the formidable Mr. Ragnarok. A testament to my dominance, my superiority. And what you have achieved Ms Mansly? NOTHING!!! You lot your tag match with Mr. Jmont against Lone Wolves."
A twisted smirk curls across Damage's lips as he recounts the failures of his adversary, Ms. Amber Mansly. Her reliance on others, her inability to stand on her own two feet, laid bare for all to see.
You see, Ms. Amber While I have risen time and time again, overcoming insurmountable odds to earn my place at the top from winning last year’s wrestlewar against Mr. Sam Chatman inside the ring of fire to earning the Title Shot match against Mr. Enigma. And what of your pitiful attempts at victory, Ms. Mansly? Your feeble struggles, constantly reliant on the aid of others? How pathetic you must feel, knowing that without your precious teammates, you are nothing. A mere speck in the vast expanse of this unforgiving arena. If I must remind you Ms Amber; only a few weeks back, at last chance, I nearly put you on the shelf permanently, sending your pathetic corpse to hell. But make note of the word I just used: nearly. See, I could have easily ended your career, but that’s being far too lenient with you Ms. Mansly...if I were to simply put an end to your career, that would set a precedent to the entire world that messing with me will simply get you a brutal beating and nothing more....no, your punishment needs to be arduous. I will subject you to the most horrifying tortures you can imagine only after I brake you emotionally...mentally.Mr. Amber.
Being with other winners like Mr. Jmont, Ms. Sonya, Mr. Enigma and Mr, Newton You’ve convinced yourself that you’re something special, ...but I’m reality, here to let you know that there is nothing special about you. Millions like you have come before, and millions like you will come after. At Last Chance I could look at you in the face; and do you know what I saw, Ms, Amber? .I saw the eyes of a scared little girl, who was realizing just how in over her head she truly was. The look of fear in your eyes as I held you that night told me all that I needed to know about you Ms. Amber. You finally understood who you were dealing with and it terrified you. Deny it all you want Ms, Amber, I know what I saw. I’ve known the look of fear all my life, and what I saw that night was pure, unadulterated fear."
As we get closer the flicker of light turns into fire. In the middle of this place is a ring of fire and within it stands only one man, one monster, one demon….Damage. The camera tries to get close, but the fire burns hot.
"Ms. Amber, The fires of the abyss burns too hot for any mortals. I am like this fire, burning to reach the sky and destroys whatever is thrown at me."
Damage’s voices echoes loudly through the walls. Damage turns towards the camera, his head cocked a bit, we can see him through the fingers of the fire.
"Ms. Amber! you are nothing but a water drop infront of me. Do not stand in a place of danger trusting in miracles. I am not the one to be feared …. I am the one to be terrified, for I have come from the darkness to take you down and your glory with me. There are NO SAVIORS on Wrestlewars, only victims who raise their hands to be next. You have raised your hand and offered yourself as a sacrifice and these actions will never be forgotten. Your time is coming, your soul will burn, you will feel the hell in it’s truest sense. You will look out to those people, those who cry for you, scream support for you, and you will hate them because you did this for them…and they have done nothing for you. You will feel pain like you never imagined and all they can do is sit in their seats and watch your world crumble, it will be marvelous."
Damage begins to pace within his ring of fire.
"The time for harvesting souls is now!.... I Will be getting that once lost Throne soon! And the Era one lost gone underground will be raised. Ms. Amber, you believe you can walk through the fires of hell and come out on the other side unscathed and victorious? Well, Kitty! let me tell you something NO ONE IS UNTOUCHABLE!"
The camera zooms in trying to get closer to Damage’s face, but the flames continue to block a full view.
"I respect talented men who want to make an impact, like Mr. Enigma, Mr. John Cable, but you Ms. Amber,is totally different from others. You just use people to your advantage. That’s right I know you. You’ve spent some time over in GCW and you think that you’re a superstar because of what you did over there? No. Even at GCW, you hang around with team “The Bling Empire”, you never fought a match alone in any wrestling feds. How do you look at yourself in the mirror? How do you talk yourself into stepping into the ring on a nightly basis? I will give you credit for that because I know deep down inside the fear that you feel, the terror that courses through your veins when you think about stepping into the ring with me. It's the same fear that I felt every day when I stepped into Mrs. Rankin's Maths class in high school; where I would be tormented for not fitting in. For all your bravado, for all your bluster, deep down, I see you for what you truly are, Ms. Mansly. A scared little girl, but I am no savior, no knight in shining armor to come to your rescue. No, I am the fire that consumes all in its path, leaving nothing but ashes in its wake. The fire will engulf you, your screams of pain will go unheeded and those people out there, will bare witness to your demise. Welcome to hell Ms. Amber….welcome to hell.”
Damage laughs louder as the scene fades out. In the pure darkness we still hear Damage’s laughter.