Post by Damage on Feb 26, 2024 12:01:14 GMT -5
OFF Camera:
At the SAN FRANSISCO, Chase Center, we see Damage, the Untamed Demon, seated at a table, surrounded by his trusted associates. His Booker, a grizzled veteran of the wrestling world named Maverick, sits across from him, clad in a sharp suit with a steely gaze. Next to him is Coach Striker, a former wrestler turned mentor, dressed in his trademark leather jacket and bandana, his arms crossed in contemplation.
Damage: (His voice low and menacing) "Gentlemen, let's talk about this match with Mr. Krow. He's desperate for a win after losing his last, two matches back to back, and he'll stop at nothing."
Maverick: (Nodding grimly) "That's right, Damage. Mr. Krow may be down, but he's not out. He's hungry, and he'll be coming at you with everything he's got."
Coach Striker: (Rubbing his chin thoughtfully) "We've seen Mr. Krow's weaknesses in his past matches. He's quick to anger, and he tends to make mistakes when he's frustrated. We need to exploit that if we want to come out on top."
Damage: (Leaning forward, his eyes gleaming with anticipation) "Agreed. Also you must take this I can sense that I am already inside his head. But we can't afford to underestimate him. Mr. Krow may be inexperienced, but he's got raw talent and a fierce determination to succeed. We need to be prepared for anything he throws at us."
Maverick: (Tapping his fingers on the table) "We've been studying his past matches, looking for patterns and weaknesses we can exploit. We've got a game plan, but we need to stay focused and execute it flawlessly."
Coach Striker: (Nodding in agreement) "That's right, Mr. Damage. We've got the skills and the experience to take Mr. Krow down. We just need to stay one step ahead of him and keep the pressure on."
Damage: (His lips curling into a sinister smile) "Excellent. At Ashes to Ashes, we show Mr. Krow what happens when you step into the ring with the Untamed Demon. We remind him why I am the most feared competitor in Wrestling world. I have a Message for him before that. Just going to put some fact to his nut sized brain."
Maverick: (Grinning confidently) "You got that right, Mr. Damage. At Ashes to Ashes, Mr. Krow learns the hard way that there's no escaping the wrath of the Untamed Demon."
Coach Striker: (Clapping his hands together) "Alright, let's do this. We've got a match to win and a message to send. Damage, you're ready for this. You've trained for this. Now go out there and show Mr. Krow what it means to face the true king of the ring."
With a final nod of determination, Damage rises from his seat, his eyes ablaze with a fierce determination. Together, he and his trusted allies head out of the room, ready to face whatever challenges await them in the ring. At Ashes to Ashes, victory is within their grasp, and nothing will stand in their way.
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On Camera:
“You think you know pain, Mr. Krow?”Damage's voice echoed through the cavernous space, a low growl that seemed to reverberate off the walls.
The camera travels in, revealing the eerie interior of a slaughterhouse. The flickering lights cast long shadows across the blood-stained walls, creating an atmosphere of dread and anticipation. The stench of blood and sweat hung heavy in the air, mixing with the metallic tang of rusted steel.
"You think you're tough because you scrubbed your way through the wrestling ring? Well, let me tell you something. While you were playing at being a wrestler, I was fighting for my life in the darkest alleys of this city."
It was a place where pain was currency, and brutality was the only language spoken.
“Soon, when we step into that ring, you're gonna find out what real pain feels like, Mr. Krow. You're gonna beg for mercy, but I won't give it to you. Because in the end, there can only be one winner. And that winner is gonna be me."
In the center of the slaughterhouse stands Damage, the Untamed Demon, his eyes burning with an otherworldly intensity. He begins to speak, his voice low and menacing, echoing off the walls of the chamber.
“Welcome to the domain of the Untamed Demon, where darkness reigns supreme and the echoes of suffering linger in the air like a foul stench. At Ashes 2 Ashes, a battle of epic proportions shall unfold. A battle between two forces of nature, two beings forged in the fires of adversity and strife. On one side stands Mr. Krow, the twice defeated, hungry for victory, the self-proclaimed hero, the beacon of hope for the misguided masses. And on the other stands me, Damage, the Untamed Demon, the harbinger of chaos and destruction.”
He paces back and forth, his movements fluid and predatory.
“Mr. Krow! After two continuous losses, I can sense the determination in you to outsmart me and gain a victory. You think you can break me, tear me apart, like so many before you have tried? You are sorely mistaken. For I am Damage, the one true master of pain, and tonight, you will kneel before me. You see, Mr. Krow, you may think you know what it means to be a monster. You may think you're prepared for the darkness that dwells within me. But you are wrong. Dead wrong. You see, I am not like other men. I am not bound by petty morality or human weakness. I am a force of nature, a creature of pure instinct and primal fury. You may think you can defeat me, Mr. Krow. You may think you can outsmart me, outmaneuver me, outlast me. But you are mistaken. You are nothing but a mere mortal, a pawn in the cosmic game of life and death. And soon, I will prove once and for all that I am the true apex predator in this ring. Though your life and my life seems to be rather equal, there are still many differences. While you were busy forcing yourself as one among the gang, I was leading the gangs for human hunts. While you were scrubbing jail washrooms, I was standing beside an underworld don in Japan and carrying out killings and assassinating people without any proofs. And while you were learning wrestling moves like trying to learn the art of grappling and submission holds inside the ring and honing your craft like a diligent student, I was out there in the streets, fighting for survival in the brutal world of underground combats.You may have the technique and hunger, Mr.Krow, but I've got something you'll never understand. I've got the Power and killer instinct. You may have trained for this moment, but I was born for it. I was born to crush skulls and break bones, and tonight, Krow, you're gonna find out just what that means. In those alleys, in those dark, forgotten corners of the city, I became a legend. I fought men twice my size, men who would gut you for a handful of coins. And you know what? I survived. I thrived. Because out there, it's not about fancy moves or flashy costumes. It's about one thing, and one thing only: survival. While you were learning the rules of engagement, I was breaking bones and shedding blood in the pursuit of dominance. While you were dreaming of reaching the sun, I was already soaring among the stars, a true force of nature, untamed and unstoppable.That's where I learned to embrace the darkness within me, to let it consume me and fuel my every move. And now, Mr. Krow, I will make sure you are going to learn just how dangerous that darkness can be.”
Damage's lips curled into a cruel smile. He could smell fear on the wind, taste the adrenaline coursing through his veins.
“Mr. Krow! you stand before me as my opponent, but make no mistake, you are nothing but prey in the eyes of a predator. You may have trained in the confines of a wrestling ring, but I... I was forged in the crucible of the streets. You may think you are a wrestler, but he's nothing more than a pretender. He may have the muscles and the training, but he lacks the killer instinct that I possess. He lacks the thirst for blood, the hunger for destruction.”
Damage's words hung in the air like a death sentence, each syllable dripping with venom. He could sense the doubt flickering in Krow's eyes, the uncertainty creeping into his stance. Good. Let him be afraid. Let him tremble in the shadow of the monster he had dared to challenge. Damage looks at the camera coldly as he lets a small growl and he continues.
“The fact of the matter is Mr. Krow, you are nothing but a facade of whom you want to be and actually you are not . You are not a walking Badass, no Nonsense, slap you in your mouth motherfucker that you claim to be. If you were of what you claim, you would have kicked the worthless jackass called Mr. Je$TyR SeRyOu$. The man is half baked all thanks to me, as he was pulled out the burial before the full transformation. Let’s talks about you, Mr. Krow, poor Mr. Krow, your ambition has led you astray. You think yourself a hero, a savior of the masses, but in reality, you are nothing more than a fool chasing after a dream that will never be realized. You see, Mr. Krow, the higher you climb, the harder you fall. And mark my words, when you come face to face with the Untamed Demon, you will fall harder than you ever thought possible."
He pauses, his eyes glittering with malice.
“Mr. Krow, I remember a story for you. The Story goes likes this, Once upon a time, in a world much like our own, there lived a crow unlike any other. This crow,...let's call him Mr. Krow, was not content with simply soaring through the skies and scavenging for scraps like his brethren. No, Mr. Krow harbored a wild ambition, a burning desire to reach for the unreachable, to touch the untouchable - the sun itself. From the moment he first gazed upon its radiant glow, Mr. Krow's heart swelled with a longing so fierce it consumed him entirely. And so, with naivety as his guide and determination as his fuel, Mr. Krow set out on a quest unlike any other.
Day after day, he would flap his wings with all his might, ascending ever higher towards the heavens above. The other birds would watch in awe and admiration, whispering tales of Mr. Krow's audacious pursuit to anyone who would listen. But deep down, they knew what Mr. Krow could not - that the sun was a distant dream, forever beyond their reach.
Undeterred by their doubts and warnings, Mr. Krow pressed onward, driven by a blind faith that bordered on madness. He believed with every fiber of his being that he was destined for greatness, that he alone possessed the strength and courage to conquer the impossible. And for a time, it seemed as though he might succeed, as he soared higher and higher, closer and closer to his elusive prize.
But alas, the sun was not so easily tamed. As Mr. Krow drew near, its scorching rays grew more intense, searing his feathers and singeing his skin. The air grew thin, suffocating him with its oppressive heat, and still, Mr. Krow refused to yield. He pushed himself to the brink of exhaustion, his wings straining against the weight of his ambition, until finally, they could bear him aloft no longer.
With a desperate cry, Mr. Krow began to plummet back to earth, his once proud wings now little more than charred remnants of their former glory. The ground rushed up to meet him with terrifying speed, and in that moment of reckoning, Mr. Krow knew the bitter truth - he had flown too close to the sun, and now he would pay the price for his folly.
As he crashed to the earth below, battered and broken, Mr. Krow could only watch helplessly as his dreams turned to ashes around him. The other birds looked on in pity and sorrow, their admiration replaced by a solemn understanding of the dangers of hubris. For Mr. Krow had dared to reach for the sun, and in doing so, he had sealed his own fate.
And so, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the land, Mr.Krow lay broken and defeated, a cautionary tale for all who would dare to defy the natural order of things. For in the end, it is not the size of one's wings or the strength of one's will that determines their fate, but rather the wisdom to know when to soar and when to bow to the inevitability of their own limitations.”
He pauses once more as the camera zooms to Damage’s face.
“But fear not,Mr. Krow, for I have prepared a fitting tribute to your misguided quest for glory. A song, if you will, to commemorate your inevitable downfall. Allow me to serenade you, my dear opponent, with the dulcet tones of your own demise."
With a flourish, Damage begins to sing, his voice a haunting melody that echoes through the chamber like a funeral dirge.
“Oh, Mr. Krow, with feathers so black,
You strut around like there's no turning back.
But underneath that facade you wear,
Lies a heart filled with nothing but hot air.”
Mr. Krow, oh what a show,
With your head held high and your ego aglow.
But when push comes to shove, you're just a pretender,
A feather-brained fool with a lot to surrender.
You talk a big game,but can you back it up?
Or are you all talk, just a little pup?
You flap your wings and crow so loud,
But when it comes down to it, you're lost in the crowd.
Mr. Krow, oh what a show,
With your head held high and your ego aglow.
But when push comes to shove, you're just a pretender,
A feather-brained fool with a lot to surrender."
He continues to sing, each verse a searing indictment of Krow's arrogance and folly, until finally, he reaches the climax of his performance.
"You think you're soaring, but you're just flapping in place,
A featherweight contender in a never-ending race.
You're all style and no substance, a hollow shell,
And when the chips are down, you'll be the first to fail.
Mr. Krow, oh what a show,
With your head held high and your ego aglow.
But when push comes to shove, you're just a pretender,
A feather-brained fool with a lot to surrender.
So keep on crowing, Mr. Krow, if it makes you feel tall,
But remember, in the end, you'll still take the fall.
For all your bluster and bravado, you're nothing but a clown,
And when the final curtain falls, you'll be nowhere to be found."
With a final flourish, Damage ends his song, his eyes burning with triumph.
"So prepare yourself, Mr. Krow, Prepare yourself for pain. Prepare yourself for suffering. Prepare yourself for the darkest, most brutal match of your pathetic existence. Convey your wishes to your loved ones, send kisses and apologies and even ask them to pray for you, Because soon, you will come face to face with your worst nightmare. Soon, you will face me. And when the dust settles and the blood has been spilled, there will be only one victor. And that victor will be me.
When we step into the ring at Ashes to Ashes, just know that you're not facing a man. You're facing a demon. A demon that will stop at nothing to tear you apart limb from limb. And when the dust settles, there will be only one man left standing. And that man will be me, the Untamed Demon, the harbinger of destruction. Mr. Krow, You can bring your scripts and your rehearsed lines, but they will be nothing but eulogies for your own demise. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust—Soon, you shall fall before the might of the Untamed Demon.
For the end is nigh. Prepare yourself to face the wrath of the Untamed Demon, and may the gods have mercy on your soul. For at Ashes to Ashes, the Outcast Championship Wrestling universe shall bear witness to your downfall. And when the final bell tolls, there will be only one victor. And that victor shall be me."
[With a final, chilling laugh, Damage raises his both hand hands in the air and bows down his head slowly as the bulb above his bursts and blacks out the whole place and anticipation for what's to come at Ashes to Ashes.]
[The camera lingers on the empty space where Damage once stood, the silence broken only by the distant hum of machinery. Slowly, the scene shifts to a montage of images: the Untamed Demon prowling through the dark alleys of the city, his eyes burning with an unholy fire; Krow, training tirelessly in the gym, his muscles bulging with strength and determination; the two men, face to face in the center of the ring, the tension palpable as they prepare to do battle.]
At the SAN FRANSISCO, Chase Center, we see Damage, the Untamed Demon, seated at a table, surrounded by his trusted associates. His Booker, a grizzled veteran of the wrestling world named Maverick, sits across from him, clad in a sharp suit with a steely gaze. Next to him is Coach Striker, a former wrestler turned mentor, dressed in his trademark leather jacket and bandana, his arms crossed in contemplation.
Damage: (His voice low and menacing) "Gentlemen, let's talk about this match with Mr. Krow. He's desperate for a win after losing his last, two matches back to back, and he'll stop at nothing."
Maverick: (Nodding grimly) "That's right, Damage. Mr. Krow may be down, but he's not out. He's hungry, and he'll be coming at you with everything he's got."
Coach Striker: (Rubbing his chin thoughtfully) "We've seen Mr. Krow's weaknesses in his past matches. He's quick to anger, and he tends to make mistakes when he's frustrated. We need to exploit that if we want to come out on top."
Damage: (Leaning forward, his eyes gleaming with anticipation) "Agreed. Also you must take this I can sense that I am already inside his head. But we can't afford to underestimate him. Mr. Krow may be inexperienced, but he's got raw talent and a fierce determination to succeed. We need to be prepared for anything he throws at us."
Maverick: (Tapping his fingers on the table) "We've been studying his past matches, looking for patterns and weaknesses we can exploit. We've got a game plan, but we need to stay focused and execute it flawlessly."
Coach Striker: (Nodding in agreement) "That's right, Mr. Damage. We've got the skills and the experience to take Mr. Krow down. We just need to stay one step ahead of him and keep the pressure on."
Damage: (His lips curling into a sinister smile) "Excellent. At Ashes to Ashes, we show Mr. Krow what happens when you step into the ring with the Untamed Demon. We remind him why I am the most feared competitor in Wrestling world. I have a Message for him before that. Just going to put some fact to his nut sized brain."
Maverick: (Grinning confidently) "You got that right, Mr. Damage. At Ashes to Ashes, Mr. Krow learns the hard way that there's no escaping the wrath of the Untamed Demon."
Coach Striker: (Clapping his hands together) "Alright, let's do this. We've got a match to win and a message to send. Damage, you're ready for this. You've trained for this. Now go out there and show Mr. Krow what it means to face the true king of the ring."
With a final nod of determination, Damage rises from his seat, his eyes ablaze with a fierce determination. Together, he and his trusted allies head out of the room, ready to face whatever challenges await them in the ring. At Ashes to Ashes, victory is within their grasp, and nothing will stand in their way.
-------------------------------------------
On Camera:
“You think you know pain, Mr. Krow?”Damage's voice echoed through the cavernous space, a low growl that seemed to reverberate off the walls.
The camera travels in, revealing the eerie interior of a slaughterhouse. The flickering lights cast long shadows across the blood-stained walls, creating an atmosphere of dread and anticipation. The stench of blood and sweat hung heavy in the air, mixing with the metallic tang of rusted steel.
"You think you're tough because you scrubbed your way through the wrestling ring? Well, let me tell you something. While you were playing at being a wrestler, I was fighting for my life in the darkest alleys of this city."
It was a place where pain was currency, and brutality was the only language spoken.
“Soon, when we step into that ring, you're gonna find out what real pain feels like, Mr. Krow. You're gonna beg for mercy, but I won't give it to you. Because in the end, there can only be one winner. And that winner is gonna be me."
In the center of the slaughterhouse stands Damage, the Untamed Demon, his eyes burning with an otherworldly intensity. He begins to speak, his voice low and menacing, echoing off the walls of the chamber.
“Welcome to the domain of the Untamed Demon, where darkness reigns supreme and the echoes of suffering linger in the air like a foul stench. At Ashes 2 Ashes, a battle of epic proportions shall unfold. A battle between two forces of nature, two beings forged in the fires of adversity and strife. On one side stands Mr. Krow, the twice defeated, hungry for victory, the self-proclaimed hero, the beacon of hope for the misguided masses. And on the other stands me, Damage, the Untamed Demon, the harbinger of chaos and destruction.”
He paces back and forth, his movements fluid and predatory.
“Mr. Krow! After two continuous losses, I can sense the determination in you to outsmart me and gain a victory. You think you can break me, tear me apart, like so many before you have tried? You are sorely mistaken. For I am Damage, the one true master of pain, and tonight, you will kneel before me. You see, Mr. Krow, you may think you know what it means to be a monster. You may think you're prepared for the darkness that dwells within me. But you are wrong. Dead wrong. You see, I am not like other men. I am not bound by petty morality or human weakness. I am a force of nature, a creature of pure instinct and primal fury. You may think you can defeat me, Mr. Krow. You may think you can outsmart me, outmaneuver me, outlast me. But you are mistaken. You are nothing but a mere mortal, a pawn in the cosmic game of life and death. And soon, I will prove once and for all that I am the true apex predator in this ring. Though your life and my life seems to be rather equal, there are still many differences. While you were busy forcing yourself as one among the gang, I was leading the gangs for human hunts. While you were scrubbing jail washrooms, I was standing beside an underworld don in Japan and carrying out killings and assassinating people without any proofs. And while you were learning wrestling moves like trying to learn the art of grappling and submission holds inside the ring and honing your craft like a diligent student, I was out there in the streets, fighting for survival in the brutal world of underground combats.You may have the technique and hunger, Mr.Krow, but I've got something you'll never understand. I've got the Power and killer instinct. You may have trained for this moment, but I was born for it. I was born to crush skulls and break bones, and tonight, Krow, you're gonna find out just what that means. In those alleys, in those dark, forgotten corners of the city, I became a legend. I fought men twice my size, men who would gut you for a handful of coins. And you know what? I survived. I thrived. Because out there, it's not about fancy moves or flashy costumes. It's about one thing, and one thing only: survival. While you were learning the rules of engagement, I was breaking bones and shedding blood in the pursuit of dominance. While you were dreaming of reaching the sun, I was already soaring among the stars, a true force of nature, untamed and unstoppable.That's where I learned to embrace the darkness within me, to let it consume me and fuel my every move. And now, Mr. Krow, I will make sure you are going to learn just how dangerous that darkness can be.”
Damage's lips curled into a cruel smile. He could smell fear on the wind, taste the adrenaline coursing through his veins.
“Mr. Krow! you stand before me as my opponent, but make no mistake, you are nothing but prey in the eyes of a predator. You may have trained in the confines of a wrestling ring, but I... I was forged in the crucible of the streets. You may think you are a wrestler, but he's nothing more than a pretender. He may have the muscles and the training, but he lacks the killer instinct that I possess. He lacks the thirst for blood, the hunger for destruction.”
Damage's words hung in the air like a death sentence, each syllable dripping with venom. He could sense the doubt flickering in Krow's eyes, the uncertainty creeping into his stance. Good. Let him be afraid. Let him tremble in the shadow of the monster he had dared to challenge. Damage looks at the camera coldly as he lets a small growl and he continues.
“The fact of the matter is Mr. Krow, you are nothing but a facade of whom you want to be and actually you are not . You are not a walking Badass, no Nonsense, slap you in your mouth motherfucker that you claim to be. If you were of what you claim, you would have kicked the worthless jackass called Mr. Je$TyR SeRyOu$. The man is half baked all thanks to me, as he was pulled out the burial before the full transformation. Let’s talks about you, Mr. Krow, poor Mr. Krow, your ambition has led you astray. You think yourself a hero, a savior of the masses, but in reality, you are nothing more than a fool chasing after a dream that will never be realized. You see, Mr. Krow, the higher you climb, the harder you fall. And mark my words, when you come face to face with the Untamed Demon, you will fall harder than you ever thought possible."
He pauses, his eyes glittering with malice.
“Mr. Krow, I remember a story for you. The Story goes likes this, Once upon a time, in a world much like our own, there lived a crow unlike any other. This crow,...let's call him Mr. Krow, was not content with simply soaring through the skies and scavenging for scraps like his brethren. No, Mr. Krow harbored a wild ambition, a burning desire to reach for the unreachable, to touch the untouchable - the sun itself. From the moment he first gazed upon its radiant glow, Mr. Krow's heart swelled with a longing so fierce it consumed him entirely. And so, with naivety as his guide and determination as his fuel, Mr. Krow set out on a quest unlike any other.
Day after day, he would flap his wings with all his might, ascending ever higher towards the heavens above. The other birds would watch in awe and admiration, whispering tales of Mr. Krow's audacious pursuit to anyone who would listen. But deep down, they knew what Mr. Krow could not - that the sun was a distant dream, forever beyond their reach.
Undeterred by their doubts and warnings, Mr. Krow pressed onward, driven by a blind faith that bordered on madness. He believed with every fiber of his being that he was destined for greatness, that he alone possessed the strength and courage to conquer the impossible. And for a time, it seemed as though he might succeed, as he soared higher and higher, closer and closer to his elusive prize.
But alas, the sun was not so easily tamed. As Mr. Krow drew near, its scorching rays grew more intense, searing his feathers and singeing his skin. The air grew thin, suffocating him with its oppressive heat, and still, Mr. Krow refused to yield. He pushed himself to the brink of exhaustion, his wings straining against the weight of his ambition, until finally, they could bear him aloft no longer.
With a desperate cry, Mr. Krow began to plummet back to earth, his once proud wings now little more than charred remnants of their former glory. The ground rushed up to meet him with terrifying speed, and in that moment of reckoning, Mr. Krow knew the bitter truth - he had flown too close to the sun, and now he would pay the price for his folly.
As he crashed to the earth below, battered and broken, Mr. Krow could only watch helplessly as his dreams turned to ashes around him. The other birds looked on in pity and sorrow, their admiration replaced by a solemn understanding of the dangers of hubris. For Mr. Krow had dared to reach for the sun, and in doing so, he had sealed his own fate.
And so, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the land, Mr.Krow lay broken and defeated, a cautionary tale for all who would dare to defy the natural order of things. For in the end, it is not the size of one's wings or the strength of one's will that determines their fate, but rather the wisdom to know when to soar and when to bow to the inevitability of their own limitations.”
He pauses once more as the camera zooms to Damage’s face.
“But fear not,Mr. Krow, for I have prepared a fitting tribute to your misguided quest for glory. A song, if you will, to commemorate your inevitable downfall. Allow me to serenade you, my dear opponent, with the dulcet tones of your own demise."
With a flourish, Damage begins to sing, his voice a haunting melody that echoes through the chamber like a funeral dirge.
“Oh, Mr. Krow, with feathers so black,
You strut around like there's no turning back.
But underneath that facade you wear,
Lies a heart filled with nothing but hot air.”
Mr. Krow, oh what a show,
With your head held high and your ego aglow.
But when push comes to shove, you're just a pretender,
A feather-brained fool with a lot to surrender.
You talk a big game,but can you back it up?
Or are you all talk, just a little pup?
You flap your wings and crow so loud,
But when it comes down to it, you're lost in the crowd.
Mr. Krow, oh what a show,
With your head held high and your ego aglow.
But when push comes to shove, you're just a pretender,
A feather-brained fool with a lot to surrender."
He continues to sing, each verse a searing indictment of Krow's arrogance and folly, until finally, he reaches the climax of his performance.
"You think you're soaring, but you're just flapping in place,
A featherweight contender in a never-ending race.
You're all style and no substance, a hollow shell,
And when the chips are down, you'll be the first to fail.
Mr. Krow, oh what a show,
With your head held high and your ego aglow.
But when push comes to shove, you're just a pretender,
A feather-brained fool with a lot to surrender.
So keep on crowing, Mr. Krow, if it makes you feel tall,
But remember, in the end, you'll still take the fall.
For all your bluster and bravado, you're nothing but a clown,
And when the final curtain falls, you'll be nowhere to be found."
With a final flourish, Damage ends his song, his eyes burning with triumph.
"So prepare yourself, Mr. Krow, Prepare yourself for pain. Prepare yourself for suffering. Prepare yourself for the darkest, most brutal match of your pathetic existence. Convey your wishes to your loved ones, send kisses and apologies and even ask them to pray for you, Because soon, you will come face to face with your worst nightmare. Soon, you will face me. And when the dust settles and the blood has been spilled, there will be only one victor. And that victor will be me.
When we step into the ring at Ashes to Ashes, just know that you're not facing a man. You're facing a demon. A demon that will stop at nothing to tear you apart limb from limb. And when the dust settles, there will be only one man left standing. And that man will be me, the Untamed Demon, the harbinger of destruction. Mr. Krow, You can bring your scripts and your rehearsed lines, but they will be nothing but eulogies for your own demise. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust—Soon, you shall fall before the might of the Untamed Demon.
For the end is nigh. Prepare yourself to face the wrath of the Untamed Demon, and may the gods have mercy on your soul. For at Ashes to Ashes, the Outcast Championship Wrestling universe shall bear witness to your downfall. And when the final bell tolls, there will be only one victor. And that victor shall be me."
[With a final, chilling laugh, Damage raises his both hand hands in the air and bows down his head slowly as the bulb above his bursts and blacks out the whole place and anticipation for what's to come at Ashes to Ashes.]
[The camera lingers on the empty space where Damage once stood, the silence broken only by the distant hum of machinery. Slowly, the scene shifts to a montage of images: the Untamed Demon prowling through the dark alleys of the city, his eyes burning with an unholy fire; Krow, training tirelessly in the gym, his muscles bulging with strength and determination; the two men, face to face in the center of the ring, the tension palpable as they prepare to do battle.]
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