Post by Damage on Mar 25, 2024 11:11:06 GMT -5
We don’t always get the chance to decide our own fate. Probably that was why it was called FATE in the first place. Something unavoidably. The universal principle or ultimate agency by which the order of things is presumably prescribed. It could also have been, out of luck or fuck yourself. Either way, at points it would screw you over like a cheap whore from a cheap brothel. There were two types of people when it came to difficult decisions. Those that would sit and wait -- disappointed by the eventual outcome. Or those that would not give a single fuck, pushing against the odds.
It had nothing to do with false pride or people whispering in his ear. There would come a time when he will be ready to let go -- but that time is not now. Too much is left to do. Names to erase from a list he never made. But it will start from here. Triple Threat match at Wednesday night Danger for EPW. There was no point going in there with anything but the thought of winning.
[The scene opens inside a dimly lit, upscale restaurant. Damage sits at a table, casually flipping through the menu as a waitress approaches.]
Waitress: "Good evening, sir. Are you ready to order?"
Damage: [glancing up with a smirk] “Yeah, I'll take the ribeye steak, medium-rare, with a side of mashed potatoes and steamed vegetables and a chocolate Milk shake. And make it quick, sweetheart. I've got business to attend to."
Waitress: Of course, sir. Right away.
[The waitress hurries off as Damage pulls out his phone, hitting record on the camera app.]
“You see, I've got a bone to pick, and it's not just the one that Mr.Colossus almost snapped in half belonging to our dear Ms. Brooke Hernandez. Nah, this goes deeper. This is about respect. This is about payback. And most importantly, this is about proving why I am the most dominant force in this business today.”
[He leans forward, his eyes flashing with determination.]
Damage hadn’t been to this diner in almost a year. Too many memories of a life he probably never would have. It was hard to fight off the melancholy that was making itself noticed -- stinging. The waitress had just served his order and returned to her daily duty. Damage’s eyes wandered to the outside, observing the busy street. It was not bad in this area of Denver, Colorado -- if you managed to ignore the dubious creatures filling dark alleys.
"You are one of them, pet."
“So a Triple Threat match it is then, right? I would like to call that the real debut of Damage in EPW since my previous opponents obviously didn’t bother to acknowledge their loss and wanted to meet me again inside the ring. I get it girl. You got beaten by a powerful man with a fat ass. Noted. Of course it is disrespectful to the company you work for -- but we all seen it on tape. I won. You lost. Come here little kitty. But enough of the past no matter how shameful it might be. I am excited, kitty. It is one of the companies biggest night and obviously most watched. All entries have the same chance and the prize couldn’t be any higher. Pick yourself a title you wanna go for. It should be motivation enough to rip people apart from head to toes. Leave them in their own blood -- but of course on the outside of the ring. And see there it gets tricky for some of those flippy floppy primadonnas. They like to impress the crowd. They need the kick to leave them in awe -- being the talk of town. Not sure that will be very helpful during this event. One push at the wrong time, one mislead step -- bye bye life.”
“Trust me, I have tried that hightflying stuff once or twice in my life -- thank god I am still alive. Yes, it is a form of art. But and that is my honest opinion, it probably would be better seen in a circus. One of my biggest strengths is overpowering my opponents. Yes, I am a man… as a matter of fact bigger man than that big fat bully pig called Mr. Colossus but you kity, Ms. Brooke please, I can outlift half the roster. And the other half? Tap. Tap. I have never been viewed as an arrogant kitty like you -- but maybe that is the problem. I got plenty reasons to be proud of myself. From a nobody to a most respected and the most feared man on the earth. Tell me again I am not worth shit and I will prove you wrong. Again and Again. This is not the special needs playground, no auntie like Ms. Britlyn will come for your aid. I kept wondering for the past days what’s your problem is. To a point where it gave me a fucking headache. Is it the fact that I have gotten more musucles and power than you that you couldn’t nail? Or is it the money I make? Or and that is more likely, the fact that I have made a name for myself in my first match and you being worked your ass out still you didn’t get the fame like me? Without a “FRIEND” behind me. Without blowing the owner or his brother or sister or whoever wanted to be blown. Jealousy is a very serious disease. And obviously it's contagious.”
Damage sipped from his chocolate milkshake while still looking to the outside. From a brief glimpse everything seemed peaceful -- illusions. When his focus shifted she spotted two people pushing each other. Their faces like a mask -- anger controlled.
“One question remains though: What now? Am I expected to talk other contender in the triple threat match? Like reading down his accomplishment list and give him the attention he deserve -- his thoughts not mine. I have thought about that option and then decided it might be better to leave that to the rest of the entries. Mr. Colossus already great at putting an audience to sleep. Mr. Colossus, The big, bad, bully pig who thinks he can run roughshod over anyone and everyone in his path. Well, let me make one thing clear Mr. Colossus – you may be big, but you ain't invincible. I've seen your kind before, and trust me, I know exactly how to bring you crashing down. It is an open secret that I think the world of that piggy, supporting his through thick and thin. But, and that is something you shall never forget, I am in this for myself. Not to push someone else to the top. You had a great run and the end of it was tragic. It broke you apart and left a bitter taste in your mouth. No matter how talented you are, there is always someone better. Once you get that manifested in your pretty head -- life will be a lot easier. Outside this ring or even company I got your back, but inside that ring you are an enemy like everyone else. Are we clear? Apart from that, I must say this, I Applaud Mr. Colossus for his attempt of being scary. But never more than that. I will forgive your lack of knowledge but never your stupidity. Maybe it runs in the family. A curse. To constantly remind you that family is indeed not a matter of blood. Especially not weak blood, darlings. Once you found your place in life we will have that talk again. Till then play House of a thousand corpses with each other -- pretending you are the shit. Mr.Colossus, you lumbering behemoth. You think you're unstoppable, don't you? You think you can just bulldoze your way through anyone and anything in your path without consequence. Well, let me tell you something, big man. You may be strong, but strength alone won't save you from the havoc I'm about to unleash upon you. You see, Mr.Colossus, what you did to Ms. Brooke was despicable. You took advantage of her, you twisted her like a ragdoll, and you showed the world just how heartless you truly are. But mark my words, Mr. Colossus, payback's a bitch. And you're about to learn that lesson the hard way.”
“Coming back to out kitty, Ms. Brooke, You've been through hell and back, haven't you? But despite everything, you're still standing. You've got fire in your eyes, girl, and I respect that. But make no mistake, stepping into the ring with me again won't be a walk in the park. There is nothing innocent about the way I fight which automatically leads us to the self proclaimed “Daymare”, Ms. Brooke Hernandez. you've been through hell and back, haven't you? First, you're laid out by Colossus, your back nearly broken by his monstrous grip. But what did you do? You didn't stay down, oh no. You came back swinging, costing Colossus his precious match at Ashes 2 Ashes.Fact must be said, I find myself growing a liking to that girl, no matter how luckless she seems to be at times. Maybe it is her passion getting in the way or the fact that she seems to be everywhere at the same time. At least one thing can be said about her, she is devoted. You want revenge, Ms. Brooke? You want to make Mr. Colossus pay for what he did to you? Well, I'm offering you that opportunity on a silver platter. Because when you step into that ring with me, it won't just be about revenge. It'll be about survival. But let's be real here, Ms. Brooke. You may have guts, you may have heart, but you're out of your league when it comes to facing me. You fought valiantly at the final Battleground, I'll give you that. But in the end, you were just another victim of my relentless onslaught.”
His food was still untouched probably ice cold by now. Damage would grab a fry and put it in his mouth, carelessly chewing. Not once did his sight leave the scene on the outside. One of the man was laying on the ground by now -- the other smiling sickly.
“So, Mr. Colossus, Ms. Brooke, consider this your warning. The storm is coming, and I am the eye of the hurricane. Prepare yourselves, because when all is said and done, there will be nothing left but devastation in my wake.”
“Ms Brooke and Mr. Colossus, in short, I like the Idea of both of you guys. The Overall Idea is that If you dream, always dream big. You two people wants to fight the Big Shark so that you two can get famous. Well I am in and you two will get famous from me as I unleash the Hell on both of you. You see, That is a little something that my former mentor taught me. get settle for less than you deserve. There was a point in my life where I was satisfied being someone’s arm candy. Not a care in the world. But during that time I forgot what I was made of. Where I came from. And more important where I wanted to go. It happens to the best of us. Sometimes life takes a toll on us and we get caught in a downward spiral. You can not appreciate the top till you have reached the bottom. And while I have been there plenty -- I notice people in EPW on their high horses. Claiming they have made this company what it is today. Excuse you? There are hundreds out there that could take your job, probably better than you. So stop telling yourself that the business, the fans or the staff owes you shit. Don’t like their philosophy? Don’t hurt yourself on the way out.”
Damage licked over his lips when watching one of the guys kick the other into the ribs. Several times. Even though he couldn’t hear the sound, he could imagine the cracking noise when they broke. His expression remained amused.
“I have done shady things in my life. I have betrayed and fucked over people to get where I am today. Never mistake me for one of the All American Sweethearts. And that statement is not resulting out of the fact that I am English. Maybe it is a generation conflict -- or a European thing. We don’t fool around to get what we want. We are raw and cut out of a different stone. Don’t wanna break a nail? Don’t get in the ring with me. No matter if I enter as #1 or #30 -- I will give it my very best. I will go through whoever is left to make sure I am the last person in the ring. There are no participants medals at the end of the event. No pat on the back to remind that there is always another time. Because we don’t get that certainty. Here and now. That is all you can count on. Nothing else is promised and if you think different, be prepared for agony. I am not handing out threats at this point -- come and find out yourself. It doesn’t suit me to play cheerleader. So when I say I will win this Royal Rumble it is a promise. To myself. To the world. And especially to those that still think they are above me.”
When the two guys on the outside finally had been separated, by cops, Damage shifted his focus. He would look down on his food, shuddering. Brushing his black hair aside to make his sidecut visible. He showed his million dollar smile.
“I would say they had their fifteen minutes of relevance and shall not be spoken of again. At least not by me. Does anyone else wonder what kind of aces EPW management has up their sleeve? All those in the backstage who will be watching my match with Ms Brooke and Mr. Colossus. And to achieve that I can’t be scared to pay the price. With my own blood, sweat and tears. Stretching my muscles to the limits till I feel them rip off the bone. I am Damage. The Lady of Chambers. The Untamed Demon. But most important -- your worst nightmare. Point proven.”
[With a final, chilling laugh, Damage ends the recording, his eyes burning with unbridled determination.]
It had nothing to do with false pride or people whispering in his ear. There would come a time when he will be ready to let go -- but that time is not now. Too much is left to do. Names to erase from a list he never made. But it will start from here. Triple Threat match at Wednesday night Danger for EPW. There was no point going in there with anything but the thought of winning.
[The scene opens inside a dimly lit, upscale restaurant. Damage sits at a table, casually flipping through the menu as a waitress approaches.]
Waitress: "Good evening, sir. Are you ready to order?"
Damage: [glancing up with a smirk] “Yeah, I'll take the ribeye steak, medium-rare, with a side of mashed potatoes and steamed vegetables and a chocolate Milk shake. And make it quick, sweetheart. I've got business to attend to."
Waitress: Of course, sir. Right away.
[The waitress hurries off as Damage pulls out his phone, hitting record on the camera app.]
“You see, I've got a bone to pick, and it's not just the one that Mr.Colossus almost snapped in half belonging to our dear Ms. Brooke Hernandez. Nah, this goes deeper. This is about respect. This is about payback. And most importantly, this is about proving why I am the most dominant force in this business today.”
[He leans forward, his eyes flashing with determination.]
"Hear my battlecry."
Damage hadn’t been to this diner in almost a year. Too many memories of a life he probably never would have. It was hard to fight off the melancholy that was making itself noticed -- stinging. The waitress had just served his order and returned to her daily duty. Damage’s eyes wandered to the outside, observing the busy street. It was not bad in this area of Denver, Colorado -- if you managed to ignore the dubious creatures filling dark alleys.
"You are one of them, pet."
“So a Triple Threat match it is then, right? I would like to call that the real debut of Damage in EPW since my previous opponents obviously didn’t bother to acknowledge their loss and wanted to meet me again inside the ring. I get it girl. You got beaten by a powerful man with a fat ass. Noted. Of course it is disrespectful to the company you work for -- but we all seen it on tape. I won. You lost. Come here little kitty. But enough of the past no matter how shameful it might be. I am excited, kitty. It is one of the companies biggest night and obviously most watched. All entries have the same chance and the prize couldn’t be any higher. Pick yourself a title you wanna go for. It should be motivation enough to rip people apart from head to toes. Leave them in their own blood -- but of course on the outside of the ring. And see there it gets tricky for some of those flippy floppy primadonnas. They like to impress the crowd. They need the kick to leave them in awe -- being the talk of town. Not sure that will be very helpful during this event. One push at the wrong time, one mislead step -- bye bye life.”
“Trust me, I have tried that hightflying stuff once or twice in my life -- thank god I am still alive. Yes, it is a form of art. But and that is my honest opinion, it probably would be better seen in a circus. One of my biggest strengths is overpowering my opponents. Yes, I am a man… as a matter of fact bigger man than that big fat bully pig called Mr. Colossus but you kity, Ms. Brooke please, I can outlift half the roster. And the other half? Tap. Tap. I have never been viewed as an arrogant kitty like you -- but maybe that is the problem. I got plenty reasons to be proud of myself. From a nobody to a most respected and the most feared man on the earth. Tell me again I am not worth shit and I will prove you wrong. Again and Again. This is not the special needs playground, no auntie like Ms. Britlyn will come for your aid. I kept wondering for the past days what’s your problem is. To a point where it gave me a fucking headache. Is it the fact that I have gotten more musucles and power than you that you couldn’t nail? Or is it the money I make? Or and that is more likely, the fact that I have made a name for myself in my first match and you being worked your ass out still you didn’t get the fame like me? Without a “FRIEND” behind me. Without blowing the owner or his brother or sister or whoever wanted to be blown. Jealousy is a very serious disease. And obviously it's contagious.”
Damage sipped from his chocolate milkshake while still looking to the outside. From a brief glimpse everything seemed peaceful -- illusions. When his focus shifted she spotted two people pushing each other. Their faces like a mask -- anger controlled.
“One question remains though: What now? Am I expected to talk other contender in the triple threat match? Like reading down his accomplishment list and give him the attention he deserve -- his thoughts not mine. I have thought about that option and then decided it might be better to leave that to the rest of the entries. Mr. Colossus already great at putting an audience to sleep. Mr. Colossus, The big, bad, bully pig who thinks he can run roughshod over anyone and everyone in his path. Well, let me make one thing clear Mr. Colossus – you may be big, but you ain't invincible. I've seen your kind before, and trust me, I know exactly how to bring you crashing down. It is an open secret that I think the world of that piggy, supporting his through thick and thin. But, and that is something you shall never forget, I am in this for myself. Not to push someone else to the top. You had a great run and the end of it was tragic. It broke you apart and left a bitter taste in your mouth. No matter how talented you are, there is always someone better. Once you get that manifested in your pretty head -- life will be a lot easier. Outside this ring or even company I got your back, but inside that ring you are an enemy like everyone else. Are we clear? Apart from that, I must say this, I Applaud Mr. Colossus for his attempt of being scary. But never more than that. I will forgive your lack of knowledge but never your stupidity. Maybe it runs in the family. A curse. To constantly remind you that family is indeed not a matter of blood. Especially not weak blood, darlings. Once you found your place in life we will have that talk again. Till then play House of a thousand corpses with each other -- pretending you are the shit. Mr.Colossus, you lumbering behemoth. You think you're unstoppable, don't you? You think you can just bulldoze your way through anyone and anything in your path without consequence. Well, let me tell you something, big man. You may be strong, but strength alone won't save you from the havoc I'm about to unleash upon you. You see, Mr.Colossus, what you did to Ms. Brooke was despicable. You took advantage of her, you twisted her like a ragdoll, and you showed the world just how heartless you truly are. But mark my words, Mr. Colossus, payback's a bitch. And you're about to learn that lesson the hard way.”
“Coming back to out kitty, Ms. Brooke, You've been through hell and back, haven't you? But despite everything, you're still standing. You've got fire in your eyes, girl, and I respect that. But make no mistake, stepping into the ring with me again won't be a walk in the park. There is nothing innocent about the way I fight which automatically leads us to the self proclaimed “Daymare”, Ms. Brooke Hernandez. you've been through hell and back, haven't you? First, you're laid out by Colossus, your back nearly broken by his monstrous grip. But what did you do? You didn't stay down, oh no. You came back swinging, costing Colossus his precious match at Ashes 2 Ashes.Fact must be said, I find myself growing a liking to that girl, no matter how luckless she seems to be at times. Maybe it is her passion getting in the way or the fact that she seems to be everywhere at the same time. At least one thing can be said about her, she is devoted. You want revenge, Ms. Brooke? You want to make Mr. Colossus pay for what he did to you? Well, I'm offering you that opportunity on a silver platter. Because when you step into that ring with me, it won't just be about revenge. It'll be about survival. But let's be real here, Ms. Brooke. You may have guts, you may have heart, but you're out of your league when it comes to facing me. You fought valiantly at the final Battleground, I'll give you that. But in the end, you were just another victim of my relentless onslaught.”
His food was still untouched probably ice cold by now. Damage would grab a fry and put it in his mouth, carelessly chewing. Not once did his sight leave the scene on the outside. One of the man was laying on the ground by now -- the other smiling sickly.
“So, Mr. Colossus, Ms. Brooke, consider this your warning. The storm is coming, and I am the eye of the hurricane. Prepare yourselves, because when all is said and done, there will be nothing left but devastation in my wake.”
“Ms Brooke and Mr. Colossus, in short, I like the Idea of both of you guys. The Overall Idea is that If you dream, always dream big. You two people wants to fight the Big Shark so that you two can get famous. Well I am in and you two will get famous from me as I unleash the Hell on both of you. You see, That is a little something that my former mentor taught me. get settle for less than you deserve. There was a point in my life where I was satisfied being someone’s arm candy. Not a care in the world. But during that time I forgot what I was made of. Where I came from. And more important where I wanted to go. It happens to the best of us. Sometimes life takes a toll on us and we get caught in a downward spiral. You can not appreciate the top till you have reached the bottom. And while I have been there plenty -- I notice people in EPW on their high horses. Claiming they have made this company what it is today. Excuse you? There are hundreds out there that could take your job, probably better than you. So stop telling yourself that the business, the fans or the staff owes you shit. Don’t like their philosophy? Don’t hurt yourself on the way out.”
Damage licked over his lips when watching one of the guys kick the other into the ribs. Several times. Even though he couldn’t hear the sound, he could imagine the cracking noise when they broke. His expression remained amused.
“I have done shady things in my life. I have betrayed and fucked over people to get where I am today. Never mistake me for one of the All American Sweethearts. And that statement is not resulting out of the fact that I am English. Maybe it is a generation conflict -- or a European thing. We don’t fool around to get what we want. We are raw and cut out of a different stone. Don’t wanna break a nail? Don’t get in the ring with me. No matter if I enter as #1 or #30 -- I will give it my very best. I will go through whoever is left to make sure I am the last person in the ring. There are no participants medals at the end of the event. No pat on the back to remind that there is always another time. Because we don’t get that certainty. Here and now. That is all you can count on. Nothing else is promised and if you think different, be prepared for agony. I am not handing out threats at this point -- come and find out yourself. It doesn’t suit me to play cheerleader. So when I say I will win this Royal Rumble it is a promise. To myself. To the world. And especially to those that still think they are above me.”
When the two guys on the outside finally had been separated, by cops, Damage shifted his focus. He would look down on his food, shuddering. Brushing his black hair aside to make his sidecut visible. He showed his million dollar smile.
“I would say they had their fifteen minutes of relevance and shall not be spoken of again. At least not by me. Does anyone else wonder what kind of aces EPW management has up their sleeve? All those in the backstage who will be watching my match with Ms Brooke and Mr. Colossus. And to achieve that I can’t be scared to pay the price. With my own blood, sweat and tears. Stretching my muscles to the limits till I feel them rip off the bone. I am Damage. The Lady of Chambers. The Untamed Demon. But most important -- your worst nightmare. Point proven.”
[With a final, chilling laugh, Damage ends the recording, his eyes burning with unbridled determination.]
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