Infernum in cavea || Vs. Jenny Myst
Sept 19, 2023 22:49:36 GMT -5
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Scene: The Satanic Temple Steps - Moonlit Night
Amidst the ethereal glow of moonlight, Damien Calaway sits alone on the steps of the Satanic Temple, a place of solitude and contemplation. His brooding silhouette is sharply contrasted by the darkness that surrounds him. In one hand, he holds the sacred text, "The Satanic Bible," while the other rests firmly on the stone steps beneath him. The air is heavy with anticipation as he begins to read aloud from the book. Damien's voice resonates with conviction as he recites a passage:
"The power of self is the key to unlocking the door to your desires. Embrace your individuality, for it is through the pursuit of your own will that you shall find true fulfillment."
As Damien's words echo through the still night, his eyes, gleaming with determination, are fixed upon the text before him. The words of Anton LaVey speak to his very essence, reinforcing the core of his beliefs—self-indulgence, personal empowerment, and the rejection of external influences.
The scene then shifts to footage from Damien's match against Jenny Myst at the PPV event "Revival."
Flashback: "Revival" PPV - Rebellion Championship Match
Myst continues to taunt him up the rampway as he gives chase. She eventually disappears behind the curtain. Damien isn’t far behind. The camera’s cut to backstage at the Tampa Theatre as the quicker Myst keeps pace ahead of Damien, throwing garbage cans and knocking over tables and ladders–whatever she can find–to obstruct his path to her. She gets to the garage outside, and realizes her path is gone. She looks around, appearing panicked, when she sees an exit door. Damien is within reaching distance now and she scurries out the exit door to the street outside, behind the famous theater.
Stone: Looks like Jenny is going to call it a night early here.
Blaze: You best believe Damien will chase her all the way back to Vegas!
Jenny gets outside into the warm Florida air. The parking lot is illuminated with lamp post lights. Jenny gets outside and suddenly her entire demeanor changes. She smiles a big pearly white grin as she turns to face the pursuing monster. Just as he is about to get to her an engine can be heard off screen. Jenny steps back just in time as the black Ford Raptor slams into Damien, sending him up over the hood and back down onto it. He rolls off onto the asphalt below.
Stone: OH MY GOD! We may have just witnessed vehicular manslaughter here folks, or at least an attempted one!
Blaze: Looks at the plates, Stone!
The FLORIDA plates read “CHAOS” as the door opens, and out comes the legend. He has on his “CHAOTIC” tee shirt and a pair of jeans. In his hand, a crowbar. He has a sick look on his face.
Jenny: “He assaulted me, Chris! He was a mad man and assaulted me!”
Chaos walks over to Damien who, miraculously, is starting to try to get to his feet. Chris swings the crowbar and connects with his back.
Chaos: “You want to assault her huh, big man?!”
He brings the crowbar down again, and again. Damien, being the beast he is, uses the hood of the car to try to get up. Chaos connects with a hard shot to the back of the leg, dropping him down again.
Stone: This is hard to watch! Damien Calaway is getting decimated out here.
Blaze: And it's all legal. This was the plan all along, Stone! These two knew what they were doing. They baited Eric Drake into this, then baited Damien to the parking lot. This is brutal, sure, but it's ALL LEGAL!
Stone: It just sucks!
Damien is back on his feet but wobbly. Chaos bends down, sizing him up. He has a psychotic grin on his face.
Jenny looks at him with an equally sick grin.
Jenny: “Do it!”
Chaos charges, spearing Damien into the big dumpster that sits behind him. The thud is sickening. He is folded up, wincing, holding his ribs. Jenny comes out of nowhere with a kick to the face, splitting his lip.
Security rushes outside, led by Drake. Jenny cuts them off, as does Apex member and Revival champion Mandii Rider who has just arrived outside. Chaos bounces Damien’s head off the dumpster then scoop slams him onto the asphalt.
Eric: “Stop this right now! Chaos I swear to god……”
He doesn’t work for Eric, and he knows it. He has no incentive to stop.
Chaos has Damien in the recliner with the crowbar across his neck. Blood runs from his mouth.
Chaos: “You think I’d come out of retirement for YOU! You worthless twerp! For YOU! FOR A BOTTOM TIER BELT! I HAVE 40 OF THESE! BEATEN HUNDRED’S OF YOU’S!”
Alexandra Calaway is outside now. She tries to rush to her brother, security stops her, holding her back. Jenny taunts her from a safe distance. Damien is out, his mouth a pool of blood.
Blaze: I know he has that split lip but do you think that's internal?
Stone: God, you don’t think………oh god.
Alexandra breaks away from security and rushes towards Chaos. Jenny cuts her off. She is in a blind fury, and begins swingingly wildly at the blonde. Jenny fights back. Britlyn is now outside, along with Jolie.
Jolie: I TOLD YOU!
Sirens can be heard in the distance.
Alexandra fights Jenny off and rushes over to Chaos to break him off. She begins to haul off on Chaos, clubbing blows to the back of the head. She is in such a blind rage she doesn’t see Britlyn’s special guest and surprise for Ally, John Strader, coming up from behind her. He grabs her around the waist to pull her off. In her fury she turns and punches him, knocking him back a few steps. Chaos lets go of Damien. Alexandra realizes what she’s done. She turns to profusely apologize to John….. SPEAR!!!!!!!!! Chaos spears John Strader damn near out of his shoes. Ally stands by in horror, tears in her eyes. He grins a sick grin at her. He approaches her as paramedics and police arrive on scene. Chaos looks at Jenny.
Chaos: “Pin that piece of trash and lets get out of here.”
Jenny does.
The ref, who has no choice in a falls count anywhere match, counts….albeit reluctantly.
1
2
3.
Mandii grabs the belt from the ref and hands it to Jen, who celebrates like she just won the superbowl. The three pile into his truck quickly as Tampa PD arrives on scene. EMS is checking on Damien.
Stone: APEX just stole the damn title belt! They took off like thieves in the night!
Britlyn: I am NOT acknowledging that pin! This match is a no contest! That belt is stolen property!”
Eric looks at her and shrugs, knowing that what just happened was legal. Alexandra is INSISTING on riding in the ambulance with Damien. She is causing an entire ruckus. Britlyn, obviously upset, walks over to Alexandra.
Britlyn: “Look, I know you’re upset, but you have a match next for the Anarchy Title. I cannot, and will not, have another title match compromised. If you leave, I will have no choice but to award the title to Brooke via forfeit.”
Alexandra scowls at Britlyn.
Britlyn: “Sorry, but it's what is best for business. Trust me, they are going to get what is coming to them, but for now I need you to go out there and compete.”
Alexandra runs her hands over her brothers as they put him in the ambulance. Alexandra snarls and passes Brit, heading back inside. John Strader is being helped up by medical staff as well, but seems to be, for all intents and purposes, okay.
Back to the present:
Back on the steps of the Satanic Temple, Damien closes the book, his fingers tracing the symbolic sigil of his beliefs on the cover. The moonlight bathes him in its pale glow, casting long shadows around him.
"In the face of adversity, I've learned the true meaning of self. The pursuit of one's desires, as LaVey wrote, is a testament to strength and individuality," Damien reflects. "Just as I've embraced the teachings of The Satanic Temple, I will rise above the interference and deception, for my will is unbreakable. Jenny Myst may have cost me the Rebellion title, but she will soon understand that she's awakened a force she cannot control. There are things in this life that are still left unexplained, the unexplainable forces that live within us all, within all of nature. Things that I fully intend on showing Jenny Myst. What she did, only gave me the permission to do what must be done. In Christianity you are taught to turn the other cheek, in Satanism, you are taught to destroy those who have wronged you. And I have been wronged."
With unwavering determination, Damien Calaway rises from the steps of the Satanic Temple, ready to face whatever challenges lie ahead, guided by the power of self and the pursuit of his desires.
Scene: Private Sanctuary - Reflection
In the solitude of his private sanctuary, Damien Calaway sits in a dimly lit room, surrounded by mementos of his wrestling journey. The walls bear witness to his achievements, his victories, and his battles. The Rebellion Championship belt rests on a nearby table, a constant reminder of the chaos that unfolded at "Revival." Damien's eyes fixate on it, his thoughts drifting back to that night, to the pain, the betrayal, and the thirst for vengeance that burns within him. He whispers softly, eyes staring straight ahead.
"Two weeks in that hospital bed... fourteen days trapped in darkness, unsure if I would come out of it. Unsure if I would ever see my family again. Chaos and Jenny thought they could silence me, break me. But they couldn't, because I am unbreakable."
As he reflects on the brutal assault, the taste of blood in his mouth, and the steel of Chaos's crowbar against his skin, Damien's jaw tightens. His hands clench involuntarily, fingers digging into the palms of his hands.
"Jennifer Sambuca, yes I know your real name. You thought you could manipulate me, that your twisted mind games would shatter my spirit. You used your allies to orchestrate chaos, but all you've done is awaken a beast within me. Payback is coming, and it will be relentless. The pain, the betrayal, and the chaos - it's all etched into my being. You thought you could bury me beneath the weight of your treachery, but you've only steeled my resolve. Payback isn't just an option; it's an inevitability."
The room remains shrouded in shadows as Damien's voice grows stronger, his anger palpable. In the stillness of the room, memories come alive. He recalls the blinding lights of the arena, the roar of the crowd, and the chaos that unfolded outside the Tampa Theatre. He envisions Jenny Myst's manic grin, Chaos's malicious glee, and the shock of the vehicular assault that sent him crashing over the hood of the Ford Raptor.
"The image of that Raptor, the way it plowed into me, is seared into my mind. But it's not a symbol of defeat; it's a reminder of what I survived. And, Jenny, you're about to learn the lengths to which I'll go to make you pay. You will feel every ounce of pain you inflicted upon me, and then some. I'll make you question every decision you've ever made. I'll make you regret the day you crossed paths with Damien Calaway."
With a heavy sigh images of Jenny and Chaos flashing through his mind. His hands clenched into fists, and he rose from his seat, the room's shadowy corners hiding his transformation. He paces, footsteps echoing like a predator on the prowl. The Rebellion Championship serves as both a memento and a catalyst for the storm brewing within him. His eyes narrow as he envisions the justice he seeks.
"Justice has a date, and it's locked within the unforgiving steel of Hell in a Cell. Jenny Myst, you thought you could escape the consequences of your actions, but there's no escape from this. It's time for you to face the hell you've created. But that's not all. Oh no, it's far from over. You won't have your allies lurking in the shadows this time, ready to strike. I've made it clear, crystal clear - your friends will be banned from ringside. It'll be just you and me, Jenny. At 'Justice for All,' I'll dismantle you piece by piece. Jenny, you'll be a mere shadow of the person who orchestrated that attack. Chaos, I do hope you’ll be watching as Jenny pays for what she’s done. I won't just win what was rightfully mine; I'll exact a reckoning. I'll break your pretty little playtoy, not just physically, but mentally and emotionally. You'll feel the weight of every blow I suffered, every drop of blood I shed, so too shall you. I'll dismantle your facade piece by piece, Jenny. You'll be a mere shadow of the manipulator you once were. No sanctuary for your manipulations, no escape from the wrath that awaits you. The Rebellion Championship will be on the line, but more than that, it's your fate that hangs in the balance."
His grip on the charm on the necklace around his neck tightens, as if channeling its power. His voice, like a harbinger of doom, sends shivers through anyone who would view this now, or in the future.
"At Hell in a Cell, within those unforgiving steel walls, there will be no sanctuary, no escape. You won't have your allies to protect you, no tricks to manipulate me. It'll be just you and me, Jenny, locked in a dance of agony and retribution. Jenny Myst, at Hell in a Cell, the unknown will become known, the mysteries unravel. You'll step into a nightmare of your own making, and there will be no escape, no salvation. It's time for you to face the hell you've sown. When that cold steel bites at your flesh causing you to bleed in new ways, while it is at my hand you will suffer. Hell in a Cell. It's a realm of torment, a crucible of agony where pain becomes your only companion. The unforgiving steel that surrounds us becomes an extension of your suffering."
The shadows deepen, as if in anticipation of the horrors to come.
"Inside that structure, every move, every collision, reverberates with a malevolent energy. The pain, Jenny, it's not like any pain you've felt before. It's a relentless beast that gnaws at your very soul, a reminder of your recklessness. And as we clash within that cell, the steel will become a part of our torment. It'll bite into your flesh, tear at your very being, and leave scars that will haunt you for a lifetime. The pain will be a constant reminder of the retribution you so rightfully deserve."
The tension in the atmosphere is palpable, as if the location itself recoils at the imagery.
"You see, Jenny, I've been there. I've felt the steel's unforgiving embrace. I've tasted the blood, the sweat, the anguish that it brings. And at Hell in a Cell, you'll share in that suffering. You'll understand what it means to face the consequences of your actions."
His voice, a chilling whisper, hangs in the air like a haunting melody.
"Pain, Jenny, is my ally now. I'll savor every moment as I make you taste the agony you've sown. Your torment awaits."
The eerie silence is broken only by the echoes of his declaration, as if the very location itself absorbs his words, as if the very world trembled.
"Jenny, you thought you could play your mind games, that you could orchestrate chaos. But you underestimated the resolve of the Angel of Death. You thought you could dismantle me, but it's you who will face destruction. This isn't just a battle for a title; it's a battle for justice, for retribution. You'll feel the weight of every betrayal, every scar, every drop of blood. I'll expose your darkness, and it will be your undoing. Jenny Myst, at Hell in a Cell, you'll step into a nightmare of your own making. There's no escape, no salvation. It's time for you to face the hell you've sown. The Rebellion Championship, it's the prize that awaits us, but it's also a witness to our descent into hell. It's a symbol of our struggle, our pain, and our reckoning."
The crowd's cheers and applause thunder like an approaching storm. Damien stands resolute, and the Hell in a Cell looming ominously in their future. The Rebellion Championship belt gleams ominously in the dim light, a symbol of what was stolen from him. As he stands before the Rebellion Championship, Damien's reflection in its gleaming surface is a portrait of unyielding determination. This room, his current sanctuary of introspection, bears witness to his metamorphosis from victim to avenger.
"This isn't just about titles or victories anymore. It's about vindication, about the scales of justice finding their balance. I'll expose the darkness within myself, and it will consume you, Jenny Myst, until there's nothing left but regret. It's about retribution, about restoring balance to the universe. I'll show the world the darkness that resides within me, and it will consume you. Get ready to face the consequences of your actions. The reckoning is here, and justice will be served. In that cell, the pain will become your truth, and the steel, your judge and jury. I, your executioner."
As Damien's reflection continues, his words echo in the room, a promise of payback, and a vow to make Jenny Myst and Chaos pay for their sins. The battle that looms on the horizon is not just a wrestling match; it's a reckoning, a manifestation of the fury that has been unleashed.
Amidst the ethereal glow of moonlight, Damien Calaway sits alone on the steps of the Satanic Temple, a place of solitude and contemplation. His brooding silhouette is sharply contrasted by the darkness that surrounds him. In one hand, he holds the sacred text, "The Satanic Bible," while the other rests firmly on the stone steps beneath him. The air is heavy with anticipation as he begins to read aloud from the book. Damien's voice resonates with conviction as he recites a passage:
"The power of self is the key to unlocking the door to your desires. Embrace your individuality, for it is through the pursuit of your own will that you shall find true fulfillment."
As Damien's words echo through the still night, his eyes, gleaming with determination, are fixed upon the text before him. The words of Anton LaVey speak to his very essence, reinforcing the core of his beliefs—self-indulgence, personal empowerment, and the rejection of external influences.
The scene then shifts to footage from Damien's match against Jenny Myst at the PPV event "Revival."
Flashback: "Revival" PPV - Rebellion Championship Match
Myst continues to taunt him up the rampway as he gives chase. She eventually disappears behind the curtain. Damien isn’t far behind. The camera’s cut to backstage at the Tampa Theatre as the quicker Myst keeps pace ahead of Damien, throwing garbage cans and knocking over tables and ladders–whatever she can find–to obstruct his path to her. She gets to the garage outside, and realizes her path is gone. She looks around, appearing panicked, when she sees an exit door. Damien is within reaching distance now and she scurries out the exit door to the street outside, behind the famous theater.
Stone: Looks like Jenny is going to call it a night early here.
Blaze: You best believe Damien will chase her all the way back to Vegas!
Jenny gets outside into the warm Florida air. The parking lot is illuminated with lamp post lights. Jenny gets outside and suddenly her entire demeanor changes. She smiles a big pearly white grin as she turns to face the pursuing monster. Just as he is about to get to her an engine can be heard off screen. Jenny steps back just in time as the black Ford Raptor slams into Damien, sending him up over the hood and back down onto it. He rolls off onto the asphalt below.
Stone: OH MY GOD! We may have just witnessed vehicular manslaughter here folks, or at least an attempted one!
Blaze: Looks at the plates, Stone!
The FLORIDA plates read “CHAOS” as the door opens, and out comes the legend. He has on his “CHAOTIC” tee shirt and a pair of jeans. In his hand, a crowbar. He has a sick look on his face.
Jenny: “He assaulted me, Chris! He was a mad man and assaulted me!”
Chaos walks over to Damien who, miraculously, is starting to try to get to his feet. Chris swings the crowbar and connects with his back.
Chaos: “You want to assault her huh, big man?!”
He brings the crowbar down again, and again. Damien, being the beast he is, uses the hood of the car to try to get up. Chaos connects with a hard shot to the back of the leg, dropping him down again.
Stone: This is hard to watch! Damien Calaway is getting decimated out here.
Blaze: And it's all legal. This was the plan all along, Stone! These two knew what they were doing. They baited Eric Drake into this, then baited Damien to the parking lot. This is brutal, sure, but it's ALL LEGAL!
Stone: It just sucks!
Damien is back on his feet but wobbly. Chaos bends down, sizing him up. He has a psychotic grin on his face.
Jenny looks at him with an equally sick grin.
Jenny: “Do it!”
Chaos charges, spearing Damien into the big dumpster that sits behind him. The thud is sickening. He is folded up, wincing, holding his ribs. Jenny comes out of nowhere with a kick to the face, splitting his lip.
Security rushes outside, led by Drake. Jenny cuts them off, as does Apex member and Revival champion Mandii Rider who has just arrived outside. Chaos bounces Damien’s head off the dumpster then scoop slams him onto the asphalt.
Eric: “Stop this right now! Chaos I swear to god……”
He doesn’t work for Eric, and he knows it. He has no incentive to stop.
Chaos has Damien in the recliner with the crowbar across his neck. Blood runs from his mouth.
Chaos: “You think I’d come out of retirement for YOU! You worthless twerp! For YOU! FOR A BOTTOM TIER BELT! I HAVE 40 OF THESE! BEATEN HUNDRED’S OF YOU’S!”
Alexandra Calaway is outside now. She tries to rush to her brother, security stops her, holding her back. Jenny taunts her from a safe distance. Damien is out, his mouth a pool of blood.
Blaze: I know he has that split lip but do you think that's internal?
Stone: God, you don’t think………oh god.
Alexandra breaks away from security and rushes towards Chaos. Jenny cuts her off. She is in a blind fury, and begins swingingly wildly at the blonde. Jenny fights back. Britlyn is now outside, along with Jolie.
Jolie: I TOLD YOU!
Sirens can be heard in the distance.
Alexandra fights Jenny off and rushes over to Chaos to break him off. She begins to haul off on Chaos, clubbing blows to the back of the head. She is in such a blind rage she doesn’t see Britlyn’s special guest and surprise for Ally, John Strader, coming up from behind her. He grabs her around the waist to pull her off. In her fury she turns and punches him, knocking him back a few steps. Chaos lets go of Damien. Alexandra realizes what she’s done. She turns to profusely apologize to John….. SPEAR!!!!!!!!! Chaos spears John Strader damn near out of his shoes. Ally stands by in horror, tears in her eyes. He grins a sick grin at her. He approaches her as paramedics and police arrive on scene. Chaos looks at Jenny.
Chaos: “Pin that piece of trash and lets get out of here.”
Jenny does.
The ref, who has no choice in a falls count anywhere match, counts….albeit reluctantly.
1
2
3.
Mandii grabs the belt from the ref and hands it to Jen, who celebrates like she just won the superbowl. The three pile into his truck quickly as Tampa PD arrives on scene. EMS is checking on Damien.
Stone: APEX just stole the damn title belt! They took off like thieves in the night!
Britlyn: I am NOT acknowledging that pin! This match is a no contest! That belt is stolen property!”
Eric looks at her and shrugs, knowing that what just happened was legal. Alexandra is INSISTING on riding in the ambulance with Damien. She is causing an entire ruckus. Britlyn, obviously upset, walks over to Alexandra.
Britlyn: “Look, I know you’re upset, but you have a match next for the Anarchy Title. I cannot, and will not, have another title match compromised. If you leave, I will have no choice but to award the title to Brooke via forfeit.”
Alexandra scowls at Britlyn.
Britlyn: “Sorry, but it's what is best for business. Trust me, they are going to get what is coming to them, but for now I need you to go out there and compete.”
Alexandra runs her hands over her brothers as they put him in the ambulance. Alexandra snarls and passes Brit, heading back inside. John Strader is being helped up by medical staff as well, but seems to be, for all intents and purposes, okay.
Back to the present:
Back on the steps of the Satanic Temple, Damien closes the book, his fingers tracing the symbolic sigil of his beliefs on the cover. The moonlight bathes him in its pale glow, casting long shadows around him.
"In the face of adversity, I've learned the true meaning of self. The pursuit of one's desires, as LaVey wrote, is a testament to strength and individuality," Damien reflects. "Just as I've embraced the teachings of The Satanic Temple, I will rise above the interference and deception, for my will is unbreakable. Jenny Myst may have cost me the Rebellion title, but she will soon understand that she's awakened a force she cannot control. There are things in this life that are still left unexplained, the unexplainable forces that live within us all, within all of nature. Things that I fully intend on showing Jenny Myst. What she did, only gave me the permission to do what must be done. In Christianity you are taught to turn the other cheek, in Satanism, you are taught to destroy those who have wronged you. And I have been wronged."
With unwavering determination, Damien Calaway rises from the steps of the Satanic Temple, ready to face whatever challenges lie ahead, guided by the power of self and the pursuit of his desires.
Scene: Private Sanctuary - Reflection
In the solitude of his private sanctuary, Damien Calaway sits in a dimly lit room, surrounded by mementos of his wrestling journey. The walls bear witness to his achievements, his victories, and his battles. The Rebellion Championship belt rests on a nearby table, a constant reminder of the chaos that unfolded at "Revival." Damien's eyes fixate on it, his thoughts drifting back to that night, to the pain, the betrayal, and the thirst for vengeance that burns within him. He whispers softly, eyes staring straight ahead.
"Two weeks in that hospital bed... fourteen days trapped in darkness, unsure if I would come out of it. Unsure if I would ever see my family again. Chaos and Jenny thought they could silence me, break me. But they couldn't, because I am unbreakable."
As he reflects on the brutal assault, the taste of blood in his mouth, and the steel of Chaos's crowbar against his skin, Damien's jaw tightens. His hands clench involuntarily, fingers digging into the palms of his hands.
"Jennifer Sambuca, yes I know your real name. You thought you could manipulate me, that your twisted mind games would shatter my spirit. You used your allies to orchestrate chaos, but all you've done is awaken a beast within me. Payback is coming, and it will be relentless. The pain, the betrayal, and the chaos - it's all etched into my being. You thought you could bury me beneath the weight of your treachery, but you've only steeled my resolve. Payback isn't just an option; it's an inevitability."
The room remains shrouded in shadows as Damien's voice grows stronger, his anger palpable. In the stillness of the room, memories come alive. He recalls the blinding lights of the arena, the roar of the crowd, and the chaos that unfolded outside the Tampa Theatre. He envisions Jenny Myst's manic grin, Chaos's malicious glee, and the shock of the vehicular assault that sent him crashing over the hood of the Ford Raptor.
"The image of that Raptor, the way it plowed into me, is seared into my mind. But it's not a symbol of defeat; it's a reminder of what I survived. And, Jenny, you're about to learn the lengths to which I'll go to make you pay. You will feel every ounce of pain you inflicted upon me, and then some. I'll make you question every decision you've ever made. I'll make you regret the day you crossed paths with Damien Calaway."
With a heavy sigh images of Jenny and Chaos flashing through his mind. His hands clenched into fists, and he rose from his seat, the room's shadowy corners hiding his transformation. He paces, footsteps echoing like a predator on the prowl. The Rebellion Championship serves as both a memento and a catalyst for the storm brewing within him. His eyes narrow as he envisions the justice he seeks.
"Justice has a date, and it's locked within the unforgiving steel of Hell in a Cell. Jenny Myst, you thought you could escape the consequences of your actions, but there's no escape from this. It's time for you to face the hell you've created. But that's not all. Oh no, it's far from over. You won't have your allies lurking in the shadows this time, ready to strike. I've made it clear, crystal clear - your friends will be banned from ringside. It'll be just you and me, Jenny. At 'Justice for All,' I'll dismantle you piece by piece. Jenny, you'll be a mere shadow of the person who orchestrated that attack. Chaos, I do hope you’ll be watching as Jenny pays for what she’s done. I won't just win what was rightfully mine; I'll exact a reckoning. I'll break your pretty little playtoy, not just physically, but mentally and emotionally. You'll feel the weight of every blow I suffered, every drop of blood I shed, so too shall you. I'll dismantle your facade piece by piece, Jenny. You'll be a mere shadow of the manipulator you once were. No sanctuary for your manipulations, no escape from the wrath that awaits you. The Rebellion Championship will be on the line, but more than that, it's your fate that hangs in the balance."
His grip on the charm on the necklace around his neck tightens, as if channeling its power. His voice, like a harbinger of doom, sends shivers through anyone who would view this now, or in the future.
"At Hell in a Cell, within those unforgiving steel walls, there will be no sanctuary, no escape. You won't have your allies to protect you, no tricks to manipulate me. It'll be just you and me, Jenny, locked in a dance of agony and retribution. Jenny Myst, at Hell in a Cell, the unknown will become known, the mysteries unravel. You'll step into a nightmare of your own making, and there will be no escape, no salvation. It's time for you to face the hell you've sown. When that cold steel bites at your flesh causing you to bleed in new ways, while it is at my hand you will suffer. Hell in a Cell. It's a realm of torment, a crucible of agony where pain becomes your only companion. The unforgiving steel that surrounds us becomes an extension of your suffering."
The shadows deepen, as if in anticipation of the horrors to come.
"Inside that structure, every move, every collision, reverberates with a malevolent energy. The pain, Jenny, it's not like any pain you've felt before. It's a relentless beast that gnaws at your very soul, a reminder of your recklessness. And as we clash within that cell, the steel will become a part of our torment. It'll bite into your flesh, tear at your very being, and leave scars that will haunt you for a lifetime. The pain will be a constant reminder of the retribution you so rightfully deserve."
The tension in the atmosphere is palpable, as if the location itself recoils at the imagery.
"You see, Jenny, I've been there. I've felt the steel's unforgiving embrace. I've tasted the blood, the sweat, the anguish that it brings. And at Hell in a Cell, you'll share in that suffering. You'll understand what it means to face the consequences of your actions."
His voice, a chilling whisper, hangs in the air like a haunting melody.
"Pain, Jenny, is my ally now. I'll savor every moment as I make you taste the agony you've sown. Your torment awaits."
The eerie silence is broken only by the echoes of his declaration, as if the very location itself absorbs his words, as if the very world trembled.
"Jenny, you thought you could play your mind games, that you could orchestrate chaos. But you underestimated the resolve of the Angel of Death. You thought you could dismantle me, but it's you who will face destruction. This isn't just a battle for a title; it's a battle for justice, for retribution. You'll feel the weight of every betrayal, every scar, every drop of blood. I'll expose your darkness, and it will be your undoing. Jenny Myst, at Hell in a Cell, you'll step into a nightmare of your own making. There's no escape, no salvation. It's time for you to face the hell you've sown. The Rebellion Championship, it's the prize that awaits us, but it's also a witness to our descent into hell. It's a symbol of our struggle, our pain, and our reckoning."
The crowd's cheers and applause thunder like an approaching storm. Damien stands resolute, and the Hell in a Cell looming ominously in their future. The Rebellion Championship belt gleams ominously in the dim light, a symbol of what was stolen from him. As he stands before the Rebellion Championship, Damien's reflection in its gleaming surface is a portrait of unyielding determination. This room, his current sanctuary of introspection, bears witness to his metamorphosis from victim to avenger.
"This isn't just about titles or victories anymore. It's about vindication, about the scales of justice finding their balance. I'll expose the darkness within myself, and it will consume you, Jenny Myst, until there's nothing left but regret. It's about retribution, about restoring balance to the universe. I'll show the world the darkness that resides within me, and it will consume you. Get ready to face the consequences of your actions. The reckoning is here, and justice will be served. In that cell, the pain will become your truth, and the steel, your judge and jury. I, your executioner."
As Damien's reflection continues, his words echo in the room, a promise of payback, and a vow to make Jenny Myst and Chaos pay for their sins. The battle that looms on the horizon is not just a wrestling match; it's a reckoning, a manifestation of the fury that has been unleashed.