Post by Damage on Apr 9, 2024 2:24:55 GMT -5
DEAR Mr. QUINTON CASTLE,
There’s such an unrivaled power that words carry, wouldn’t you say? The tongue is like a sharp knife; able to kill a person without without spilling an ounce of blood. I see it every time I’m near you, Mr. Castle. When I speak, I can literally see the blood curdling in your body. You thought it was a wise decision to challenge me, in the hopes of impressing your masters Corporate. But as you will soon find out Mr. Castle that this is one of the most severe cases of blind stupidity to ever occur in your miserable life. See because at Danger, I plan to do so much more than just cut you with my words. I plan to make you scream in agony......I plan to bathe in your blood.....I plan to make you pray for the sweet release of death.
sincerely,
DAMAGE
Drip...Drip...Drip
The scene opens rather eerily, with only the sound of a not-too-distant dripping heard. Fading it, it is still fairly dark when our scene is presented to us; a dark, filthy looking concrete room. Dark stains are imprinted all over the floors and walls, and several hooks hang from the ceiling. Judging from all the dead flesh lying around and the pig hanging upside with a gash right across his neck (identifying the source of the constant dripping), we can surmise that this is a slaughterhouse for animals. From off camera, somebody walks by carrying a large slab of ribs over their shoulder. They continue walking, and the camera follows them as they pull open a door leading to a freezing meat locker. They lift up the slab of ribs and drop it right into an awaiting hook, revealing this person to be none other than the Untamed Demon, Damage! For a few seconds, he just stares adoringly up at the swinging flesh.
”Beautiful....isn’t it?”
Damage chuckles before turning back to the camera and walking towards it. Closing the freezer door behind him, Damage just continues back to the previous area of the slaughterhouse; speaking with his back to the camera.
”..I don’t know what it is; the stench of blood...the aura of death, maybe; but whatever the reason, something about a slaughterhouse just tickles me inside. I take great pleasure in knowing that millions of poor, defenseless animals were brought before this place to be butchered, a beautifully apt metaphor for the countless weaklings brought before me over the past year; and you are no exception, Mr. Quinton Castle.”
Strolling past the dead, hanging pig; Damage stops for a moment to admire it as blood continues to trickle from the open wound across it’s throat.
Drip...Drip...Drip
”Mr. Castle, before you step inside the ring, you must know about me I am the fear incarnate! By challenging me, you merely sparked my interest. I was excited at the prospect that somewhere out there was a true testament to me. But imagine my chagrin to learn that my challenger was merely just another moronic soul acting before he thinks. The fact that you would actually think me to be afraid of somebody like you, Mr. Quinton, is hysterical! I’m not likely to be shaken by the presence of some big nasty bastard who lives to please his Masters…”
Playfully, Damage grabs the pig by it’s leg and gives it a little spin. As the dead pig twirls upside down, hanging from it’s chains, Damage continues on his way.
Drip...Drip...Drip
He chuckles to himself as he reaches a bloody stained cutting board with a meat cleaver struck firmly into it. Staring at the cleaver for a moment, the untamed Demon then takes his index finger and strokes the back of the blade softly. He chuckles to himself.
”You see Mr. Castle, you re just like this poor pig, she was a bully among her sounder of swine just because she is big, but boy that what brought her hear. what you think you biggest plus is what your downfall. We’ve already seen what type of match you are for my kind of power, Mr.Castle.You may have taken out Sammy, an annoyance to some, but to me, merely a stepping stone on the path of destruction. And now, you find yourself in the crosshairs of my fury. Two out of three falls, Mr. Quinton. A battle where only the strongest will survive.". But make note of the word I just used:STRONGEST. See, I can easily end your career, but that’s being far too lenient with you Mr. Castle...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. Castle."
Reaching behind him, Damage grabs something off the counter behind him. Slapping it down on the cutting board before him, we find it to be a big, bloody slab of beef! In that eerily familiar fashion, Damage cocks his head to the side and just stares at the beef for a moment. Hooking his fingers around the handle of the cleaver, Damage easily plucks it out of the cutting board. He observes it for a few seconds, before gripping the handle tightly and swinging the blade down with force; chopping off an edge from the slab of beef which he tosses into a bucket.
"You’ve convinced yourself that you’re something special, Mr. Castle...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. Since from the time of our match announcement, I could sense something in your mind as I have started to live in your had rent frfee; and do you know what I sense, Mr. Castle?"
Once again, Damage slams the cleaver down; chopping another slice of beef and tossing it into a bucket.
”..I sense a fear of a scared little boy, who was realizing just how in over his head he truly was. The sense of fear in your mind as I would held you that night. You finally understood who you were dealing with and it terrified you. Deny it all you want Mr. Castle, 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. At Danger Mr. Castle, you step into the playground that I have made my own since my street fight days...and you can’t even begin to comprehend the violence that awaits you.”
In three swift chops, Damage whittles the giant slab of beef down to thin little portions. Blood oozes from the beef as Damage continues to carve through it, seeping into the cracks of the cutting board.
"At Danger, you are going to be a pig marching to his slaughter once your music hits and you know it. Not even the whole of EPW roster could withstand my new brand of violence. So do whatever you have to do to prepare yourself Mr. Castle; hug your friends, tell your family you love them...because it may be the last time you ever get to. If there is any sort of assurance in this world, it’s that when I make a promise you damn sure bet that I am going to follow through on it; and I promise you Mr. Castle, when that final bell rings at this Danger it will not be you standing tall with your hands in air ....it will be me standing above your pathetic corpse; laughing as I watch you struggle, clinging to the last remaining scraps of your miserable life."
With one final swing of the cleaver, Damage strikes the blade into the wooden cutting board. He releases the handle, leaving the cleaver stuck deep in the wood. He bends down and grabs the bucket filled with the cuts of beef and begins to walk away. Walking away, the untamed Demon’s voice echoes throughout the slaughterhouse.
"Mr. Castle, I don’t want to see you rest in peace...I want to see you suffer in agony..."
With that absolutely evil laugh of his, Damage rounds off the corner, leaving us alone in the slaughterhouse. Things are deathly quiet, apart from the eerie plop of blood still dripping from the neck of the slaughtered pig...
There’s such an unrivaled power that words carry, wouldn’t you say? The tongue is like a sharp knife; able to kill a person without without spilling an ounce of blood. I see it every time I’m near you, Mr. Castle. When I speak, I can literally see the blood curdling in your body. You thought it was a wise decision to challenge me, in the hopes of impressing your masters Corporate. But as you will soon find out Mr. Castle that this is one of the most severe cases of blind stupidity to ever occur in your miserable life. See because at Danger, I plan to do so much more than just cut you with my words. I plan to make you scream in agony......I plan to bathe in your blood.....I plan to make you pray for the sweet release of death.
sincerely,
DAMAGE
SCENE ONE
The Slaughter House
Drip...Drip...Drip
The scene opens rather eerily, with only the sound of a not-too-distant dripping heard. Fading it, it is still fairly dark when our scene is presented to us; a dark, filthy looking concrete room. Dark stains are imprinted all over the floors and walls, and several hooks hang from the ceiling. Judging from all the dead flesh lying around and the pig hanging upside with a gash right across his neck (identifying the source of the constant dripping), we can surmise that this is a slaughterhouse for animals. From off camera, somebody walks by carrying a large slab of ribs over their shoulder. They continue walking, and the camera follows them as they pull open a door leading to a freezing meat locker. They lift up the slab of ribs and drop it right into an awaiting hook, revealing this person to be none other than the Untamed Demon, Damage! For a few seconds, he just stares adoringly up at the swinging flesh.
”Beautiful....isn’t it?”
Damage chuckles before turning back to the camera and walking towards it. Closing the freezer door behind him, Damage just continues back to the previous area of the slaughterhouse; speaking with his back to the camera.
”..I don’t know what it is; the stench of blood...the aura of death, maybe; but whatever the reason, something about a slaughterhouse just tickles me inside. I take great pleasure in knowing that millions of poor, defenseless animals were brought before this place to be butchered, a beautifully apt metaphor for the countless weaklings brought before me over the past year; and you are no exception, Mr. Quinton Castle.”
Strolling past the dead, hanging pig; Damage stops for a moment to admire it as blood continues to trickle from the open wound across it’s throat.
Drip...Drip...Drip
”Mr. Castle, before you step inside the ring, you must know about me I am the fear incarnate! By challenging me, you merely sparked my interest. I was excited at the prospect that somewhere out there was a true testament to me. But imagine my chagrin to learn that my challenger was merely just another moronic soul acting before he thinks. The fact that you would actually think me to be afraid of somebody like you, Mr. Quinton, is hysterical! I’m not likely to be shaken by the presence of some big nasty bastard who lives to please his Masters…”
Playfully, Damage grabs the pig by it’s leg and gives it a little spin. As the dead pig twirls upside down, hanging from it’s chains, Damage continues on his way.
Drip...Drip...Drip
He chuckles to himself as he reaches a bloody stained cutting board with a meat cleaver struck firmly into it. Staring at the cleaver for a moment, the untamed Demon then takes his index finger and strokes the back of the blade softly. He chuckles to himself.
”You see Mr. Castle, you re just like this poor pig, she was a bully among her sounder of swine just because she is big, but boy that what brought her hear. what you think you biggest plus is what your downfall. We’ve already seen what type of match you are for my kind of power, Mr.Castle.You may have taken out Sammy, an annoyance to some, but to me, merely a stepping stone on the path of destruction. And now, you find yourself in the crosshairs of my fury. Two out of three falls, Mr. Quinton. A battle where only the strongest will survive.". But make note of the word I just used:STRONGEST. See, I can easily end your career, but that’s being far too lenient with you Mr. Castle...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. Castle."
Reaching behind him, Damage grabs something off the counter behind him. Slapping it down on the cutting board before him, we find it to be a big, bloody slab of beef! In that eerily familiar fashion, Damage cocks his head to the side and just stares at the beef for a moment. Hooking his fingers around the handle of the cleaver, Damage easily plucks it out of the cutting board. He observes it for a few seconds, before gripping the handle tightly and swinging the blade down with force; chopping off an edge from the slab of beef which he tosses into a bucket.
"You’ve convinced yourself that you’re something special, Mr. Castle...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. Since from the time of our match announcement, I could sense something in your mind as I have started to live in your had rent frfee; and do you know what I sense, Mr. Castle?"
Once again, Damage slams the cleaver down; chopping another slice of beef and tossing it into a bucket.
”..I sense a fear of a scared little boy, who was realizing just how in over his head he truly was. The sense of fear in your mind as I would held you that night. You finally understood who you were dealing with and it terrified you. Deny it all you want Mr. Castle, 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. At Danger Mr. Castle, you step into the playground that I have made my own since my street fight days...and you can’t even begin to comprehend the violence that awaits you.”
In three swift chops, Damage whittles the giant slab of beef down to thin little portions. Blood oozes from the beef as Damage continues to carve through it, seeping into the cracks of the cutting board.
"At Danger, you are going to be a pig marching to his slaughter once your music hits and you know it. Not even the whole of EPW roster could withstand my new brand of violence. So do whatever you have to do to prepare yourself Mr. Castle; hug your friends, tell your family you love them...because it may be the last time you ever get to. If there is any sort of assurance in this world, it’s that when I make a promise you damn sure bet that I am going to follow through on it; and I promise you Mr. Castle, when that final bell rings at this Danger it will not be you standing tall with your hands in air ....it will be me standing above your pathetic corpse; laughing as I watch you struggle, clinging to the last remaining scraps of your miserable life."
With one final swing of the cleaver, Damage strikes the blade into the wooden cutting board. He releases the handle, leaving the cleaver stuck deep in the wood. He bends down and grabs the bucket filled with the cuts of beef and begins to walk away. Walking away, the untamed Demon’s voice echoes throughout the slaughterhouse.
"Mr. Castle, I don’t want to see you rest in peace...I want to see you suffer in agony..."
With that absolutely evil laugh of his, Damage rounds off the corner, leaving us alone in the slaughterhouse. Things are deathly quiet, apart from the eerie plop of blood still dripping from the neck of the slaughtered pig...
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