Post by Damage on Apr 23, 2024 2:03:27 GMT -5
The Cameras takes us to a darkened room of some cabin which was in the deep in the beech woods of Michigan. The ambiance there is claustrophobic and unnerving. A lone bulb hanging by a thread flickers to life and dies repeatedly as glimpses of a figure sitting on chair right beneath the bulb can be seen until it finally stabilizes, showing none other than Damage wearing his wrestling gear. A glazed expression dwells in his eyes as he looks up at the camera.
“Finally. after being in one bizarre bout after another against each other it takes place. The Monster fights, as that is what he proclaims himself that everyone has been clamoring for since the day we first locked horns as I burst on the scene. Damage versus Mr. Colossus in a Inferno match. I don't even know what I should feel about this; it's almost like fulfillment of a prophecy. Should I be feeling relieved about this? Happy? Or perhaps sad, now that my marked one, I signed with a mainstream company such as EPW and meets his end once and for all? Perhaps all of it runs through me in a potpourri. I was ready to tear you apart, when we met face to face in that Triple Threat match but was perhaps convinced myself to end your career in a match of my choice. And I must say that you got the better of me. There was one thorn that prevented us from going all out on each other. “The Rules” Mr. Colossus…. The rules of the match are what stopping us from tearing each other. Last Danger, I agree that you have come better off me, but you see Mr. Colossus, you haven’t done the job perfectly. See, that is the difference between you and me. You are not the one what you call yourself as; you think that just interrupting my winning matches is enough to end the rivalry. But then Mr. Colossus, that is not what these fans wanted to see, that is not what “The Management” wanted, I will teach you how to finish what You have started. I feel no…I guarantee you that even the Devil himself would be buying the tickets to see us and I am also sure that he would be betting his ass to see who the real winner between us in my playground.”
Damage stands up at this juncture casually walking around the chair that he had sat in circle before pausing and taking a deep breath, sucking the air in.
“Mr. Colossus! Let me tell you about myself more IN DETAIL. Well, My earliest memories are not of any specific events, more like memories of feelings. Feelings of abandonment, Feelings of loneliness, Feelings of hatred, feelings of sadness. These are the things that describe my childhood, these are the things that describe what made me. They say that our destinies are formed in these earliest moments, that from the second we breathe our first breath our fates are decided for us.”
The sound in Damage’s tone was smooth and predict his sadness in his tone. He continues in the same tone.
“You see Mr. Colossus, just like every other child I got to watch wrestling on Saturday night, except instead of only getting to watch the good guys; I got to watch the bad guys, I got to watch the matches that aren't appropriate for little Johnny and Suzie to watch. I got to watch the blood, I got to watch the violence; I got to watch men do things to other human beings that would put them in jail anywhere else on the planet, and I loved it. It wasn't until I took a thumbtack to little Billy's face that I was ever told that wasn't ‘acceptable behavior’ in our society.”
Damage lifts his head up, brushing his hair back with his hand in order to look into the camera.
“Which led me to the question, why do I have to abide by what society deems to be ‘acceptable behavior’? Why do I have to conform to your rules? Why can't I play by My rules? This question led me to find my solace in Street fight, and being a bodyguard to a Japanese dreaded don where I've been the most destructive monster in my life, as I used to terrorize people . I have done many bad things in my life, and now in a professional wrestling, it was a safe haven where my actions weren't considered taboo; a place where my actions were met by cheers from the same society that said these actions weren't acceptable. Society went from calling me unacceptable to celebrating my every actions and yelling for more. Night in and Night out the fans became even more bloodthirsty than the night before, wanting us to take it even further than we had previously. I sat back and smiled as the industry morphed into this beautiful collaboration of brutality and violence; rings filled with so much blood they had to mop them between matches. "Socially unacceptable" behavior became standard practice inside of those glorious ropes. Fans screamed for more brutality as wrestling returned to its origins; wrestlers became gladiators right in front of the fans and they cheered without prejudice against the things that we had willingly and happily done to our fellow human beings. The wrestling industry had become the blood soaked haven I had sought out all those years ago. Each show was a display of raw emotion and human survival instincts; every man that stepped into the ring showed the true colors of society; every glorious warrior showing that man should not be forced to conform to the ideals and mannerisms that society insists is the very reason we are different from the animals. Every match was a testament to the fact that we are not different from animals, we are animals in our very core, and that when we are presented with the opportunity, we will uncage that animal inside of us and respond to our natural instincts."
Damage looks away from the camera, and then he lifts his head to look at the bulb. His eyes stare hopelessly at the bulb as he continues.
“She was beautiful, she was perfect..."
Damage looks back into the camera with rage filled eyes.
“That was until you ruined her! you have spoiled the Triple Threat match to win by cheating, I pardoned you, though You have exposed yourself as a spoil sport and you are not the Monster as you self-proclaim to be. Then you attacked me again to show your superiority on me, well! I would say, that is your stupidity.You have no idea how mean and how demented I am, even before your head had even dropped from your mother’s womb. I was born evil Mr. Colossus. So, this Danger Episode 3, I've plans to decimate the Fraudulent “THE MONSTER”, Mr. Colossus! I can’t stand it Mr. Colossus…… THE HATE FOR YOU IS POURING OUT OF MY SOUL.”
Damage Roars looking at the camera, and pauses for a moment to control himself for few seconds and continuous to speak calmly.
“ I got to do something Mr. Colossus!....You are almost near the hell, Not yet, but sure will be, When you get there and finally stand facing the Hell, you will be in a Done!..... The Wait for our match is killing me. I am the person who is actually brutal, vicious and devious instead of pretending to be one just for a moment or two of being the cool cat around the block. I am that person Mr. Colossus. So far you have had your time of fun and games with other men and women on the roster. But now school is over and it's time to face the music. This Inferno match of ours is n’t about blood, pain and agony. No, In fact It is about how much you can scare someone psychologically. How much you can bend their will and break them that every passing second when you're pulverizing them like a battering ram sounds like a millennium to them. Wounds of the physical sort are superficial. They heal. But the wounds that are inflicted on mind, by shattering one's psyche absolutely to the point that you are unable to differentiate or even begin to understand what is happening, by destroying one's sense of self and leaving nothing but void in there? That is what true Inferno match is. Your own, private Hell is right here on Earth."
As Damage describes, an eerie, possessed look has crept up in his eyes as he appears extremely close to the camera, offering a glimpse into his mind obsessed with a singular focus for the night.
“People like you; depraved, insolent little bastards who had darkened souls with full of cockiness, naïve and ego, come in to this world and try to make it just as ugly as they feel on the inside. And do you know what I do, Mr. Colossus? I watch."
Damage chuckles to himself as a filthy hand reaches out and grabs one of the dim light bulbs in his hand. At the moment he touches it, the light bulb begins to glow brighter and brighter! Revealing the whole place and behind Damage we could see the poster of Colossus is seen hanging on the wall. Damage just holds the burning bulb in his hand, staring into it.
"I watch as people like you burn brighter and brighter, growing more arrogant by the second; and do you know why? Because I am a nurturer. A nurturer of sadism, depravity and above all else....evil. That’s right Mr. Colossus, don’t think that I don’t know who you are. You are nothing but a man whose head has gotten too big for his own good. And like a fire that's grown out of control, I'm here to extinguish it. Every little achievement in your career, every accolade has been in part thanks to me; and yet you have the audacity to challenge me? They say to spit in the face of God is the worst sin that one could make. But you have spat in the face of the Devil on Last episode of Danger by playing mind games on me, Mr. Colossus...and there is no bigger mistake that a person could make than that. Your story is going to be cut short because it's about damn time that things go snake eyes on you."
Damage laughs as he begins to move towards the camera, weaving through the rows of light bulbs. As he passes them, the light bulbs each begin to glow brightly.
“You might have had the last laugh on last episode of Danger. But this Episode of Danger, there is fire! I love fire and fire loves me. We are two of a kind that will bring you to your knees.. I love the way the fire burns on the flesh. Now, this Wrestle wars Havoc will be created. I CAN BRING UTTER CHAOS TO YOUR LIFE!I can do whatever I want, because this is MY home! I have nurtured you for too long, Mr. Colossus. It's time to put you in your place."
Now staring directly into the camera, Damage's voice is disturbingly booming with anger. The light bulbs behind him are burning with blinding light.
"Sure, you're some bully I give you that too as an compliment but sure a naïve to have death wish to challenge me, you're nothing but a tiny ant, and I'm the little kid with the magnifying glass! Mr. Colossus, I will make you feel pain the likes of which you never even thought possible. All The stars in the backstage and the people who watch our match tonight will shiver at the amount of torture your soul gets. It will end with so called “MONSTER” on his knees, begging to DEMON to show him mercy! And as I look down upon your face; smeared with a mixture of blood & tears.....I will smile from ear to ear and leave you there as the broken, pathetic, crying mess that you are! To do anything else would be inhumane....what do you take me for; a monster?"
Turning around Damage walks towards the poster of Colossus which is pasted on the wall. He grabs a small gasoline can be lying on the floor, dousing it over the wall liberally until it's empty before he pulls out a lighter. With a flick its flame comes alive as he holds the yellow-orange tip for everyone to see.
“ You will walk into hell and neither of you will walk out. The fire will engulf you, your screams of pain will go unheeded and those people out there, will bare witness to your demise. Welcome to your personal hell Mr. Colossus…. This Wrestle wars 8 pay per view I will be your judge, jury and executioner. The verdict is out and it's pretty simple one. Mr. Colossus, you are given the punishment of crashing and burning at the hands of DAMAGE!"
At that very moment Damage throws the lighter up on the wall, the poster lights up immediately like an inferno as the fire spreads out rapidly, consuming everything in its path while Damage's maniacal laughter dominates everything as cameras pull away before scene ends.
“Finally. after being in one bizarre bout after another against each other it takes place. The Monster fights, as that is what he proclaims himself that everyone has been clamoring for since the day we first locked horns as I burst on the scene. Damage versus Mr. Colossus in a Inferno match. I don't even know what I should feel about this; it's almost like fulfillment of a prophecy. Should I be feeling relieved about this? Happy? Or perhaps sad, now that my marked one, I signed with a mainstream company such as EPW and meets his end once and for all? Perhaps all of it runs through me in a potpourri. I was ready to tear you apart, when we met face to face in that Triple Threat match but was perhaps convinced myself to end your career in a match of my choice. And I must say that you got the better of me. There was one thorn that prevented us from going all out on each other. “The Rules” Mr. Colossus…. The rules of the match are what stopping us from tearing each other. Last Danger, I agree that you have come better off me, but you see Mr. Colossus, you haven’t done the job perfectly. See, that is the difference between you and me. You are not the one what you call yourself as; you think that just interrupting my winning matches is enough to end the rivalry. But then Mr. Colossus, that is not what these fans wanted to see, that is not what “The Management” wanted, I will teach you how to finish what You have started. I feel no…I guarantee you that even the Devil himself would be buying the tickets to see us and I am also sure that he would be betting his ass to see who the real winner between us in my playground.”
Damage stands up at this juncture casually walking around the chair that he had sat in circle before pausing and taking a deep breath, sucking the air in.
“Mr. Colossus! Let me tell you about myself more IN DETAIL. Well, My earliest memories are not of any specific events, more like memories of feelings. Feelings of abandonment, Feelings of loneliness, Feelings of hatred, feelings of sadness. These are the things that describe my childhood, these are the things that describe what made me. They say that our destinies are formed in these earliest moments, that from the second we breathe our first breath our fates are decided for us.”
The sound in Damage’s tone was smooth and predict his sadness in his tone. He continues in the same tone.
“You see Mr. Colossus, just like every other child I got to watch wrestling on Saturday night, except instead of only getting to watch the good guys; I got to watch the bad guys, I got to watch the matches that aren't appropriate for little Johnny and Suzie to watch. I got to watch the blood, I got to watch the violence; I got to watch men do things to other human beings that would put them in jail anywhere else on the planet, and I loved it. It wasn't until I took a thumbtack to little Billy's face that I was ever told that wasn't ‘acceptable behavior’ in our society.”
Damage lifts his head up, brushing his hair back with his hand in order to look into the camera.
“Which led me to the question, why do I have to abide by what society deems to be ‘acceptable behavior’? Why do I have to conform to your rules? Why can't I play by My rules? This question led me to find my solace in Street fight, and being a bodyguard to a Japanese dreaded don where I've been the most destructive monster in my life, as I used to terrorize people . I have done many bad things in my life, and now in a professional wrestling, it was a safe haven where my actions weren't considered taboo; a place where my actions were met by cheers from the same society that said these actions weren't acceptable. Society went from calling me unacceptable to celebrating my every actions and yelling for more. Night in and Night out the fans became even more bloodthirsty than the night before, wanting us to take it even further than we had previously. I sat back and smiled as the industry morphed into this beautiful collaboration of brutality and violence; rings filled with so much blood they had to mop them between matches. "Socially unacceptable" behavior became standard practice inside of those glorious ropes. Fans screamed for more brutality as wrestling returned to its origins; wrestlers became gladiators right in front of the fans and they cheered without prejudice against the things that we had willingly and happily done to our fellow human beings. The wrestling industry had become the blood soaked haven I had sought out all those years ago. Each show was a display of raw emotion and human survival instincts; every man that stepped into the ring showed the true colors of society; every glorious warrior showing that man should not be forced to conform to the ideals and mannerisms that society insists is the very reason we are different from the animals. Every match was a testament to the fact that we are not different from animals, we are animals in our very core, and that when we are presented with the opportunity, we will uncage that animal inside of us and respond to our natural instincts."
Damage looks away from the camera, and then he lifts his head to look at the bulb. His eyes stare hopelessly at the bulb as he continues.
“She was beautiful, she was perfect..."
Damage looks back into the camera with rage filled eyes.
“That was until you ruined her! you have spoiled the Triple Threat match to win by cheating, I pardoned you, though You have exposed yourself as a spoil sport and you are not the Monster as you self-proclaim to be. Then you attacked me again to show your superiority on me, well! I would say, that is your stupidity.You have no idea how mean and how demented I am, even before your head had even dropped from your mother’s womb. I was born evil Mr. Colossus. So, this Danger Episode 3, I've plans to decimate the Fraudulent “THE MONSTER”, Mr. Colossus! I can’t stand it Mr. Colossus…… THE HATE FOR YOU IS POURING OUT OF MY SOUL.”
Damage Roars looking at the camera, and pauses for a moment to control himself for few seconds and continuous to speak calmly.
“ I got to do something Mr. Colossus!....You are almost near the hell, Not yet, but sure will be, When you get there and finally stand facing the Hell, you will be in a Done!..... The Wait for our match is killing me. I am the person who is actually brutal, vicious and devious instead of pretending to be one just for a moment or two of being the cool cat around the block. I am that person Mr. Colossus. So far you have had your time of fun and games with other men and women on the roster. But now school is over and it's time to face the music. This Inferno match of ours is n’t about blood, pain and agony. No, In fact It is about how much you can scare someone psychologically. How much you can bend their will and break them that every passing second when you're pulverizing them like a battering ram sounds like a millennium to them. Wounds of the physical sort are superficial. They heal. But the wounds that are inflicted on mind, by shattering one's psyche absolutely to the point that you are unable to differentiate or even begin to understand what is happening, by destroying one's sense of self and leaving nothing but void in there? That is what true Inferno match is. Your own, private Hell is right here on Earth."
As Damage describes, an eerie, possessed look has crept up in his eyes as he appears extremely close to the camera, offering a glimpse into his mind obsessed with a singular focus for the night.
“People like you; depraved, insolent little bastards who had darkened souls with full of cockiness, naïve and ego, come in to this world and try to make it just as ugly as they feel on the inside. And do you know what I do, Mr. Colossus? I watch."
Damage chuckles to himself as a filthy hand reaches out and grabs one of the dim light bulbs in his hand. At the moment he touches it, the light bulb begins to glow brighter and brighter! Revealing the whole place and behind Damage we could see the poster of Colossus is seen hanging on the wall. Damage just holds the burning bulb in his hand, staring into it.
"I watch as people like you burn brighter and brighter, growing more arrogant by the second; and do you know why? Because I am a nurturer. A nurturer of sadism, depravity and above all else....evil. That’s right Mr. Colossus, don’t think that I don’t know who you are. You are nothing but a man whose head has gotten too big for his own good. And like a fire that's grown out of control, I'm here to extinguish it. Every little achievement in your career, every accolade has been in part thanks to me; and yet you have the audacity to challenge me? They say to spit in the face of God is the worst sin that one could make. But you have spat in the face of the Devil on Last episode of Danger by playing mind games on me, Mr. Colossus...and there is no bigger mistake that a person could make than that. Your story is going to be cut short because it's about damn time that things go snake eyes on you."
Damage laughs as he begins to move towards the camera, weaving through the rows of light bulbs. As he passes them, the light bulbs each begin to glow brightly.
“You might have had the last laugh on last episode of Danger. But this Episode of Danger, there is fire! I love fire and fire loves me. We are two of a kind that will bring you to your knees.. I love the way the fire burns on the flesh. Now, this Wrestle wars Havoc will be created. I CAN BRING UTTER CHAOS TO YOUR LIFE!I can do whatever I want, because this is MY home! I have nurtured you for too long, Mr. Colossus. It's time to put you in your place."
Now staring directly into the camera, Damage's voice is disturbingly booming with anger. The light bulbs behind him are burning with blinding light.
"Sure, you're some bully I give you that too as an compliment but sure a naïve to have death wish to challenge me, you're nothing but a tiny ant, and I'm the little kid with the magnifying glass! Mr. Colossus, I will make you feel pain the likes of which you never even thought possible. All The stars in the backstage and the people who watch our match tonight will shiver at the amount of torture your soul gets. It will end with so called “MONSTER” on his knees, begging to DEMON to show him mercy! And as I look down upon your face; smeared with a mixture of blood & tears.....I will smile from ear to ear and leave you there as the broken, pathetic, crying mess that you are! To do anything else would be inhumane....what do you take me for; a monster?"
Turning around Damage walks towards the poster of Colossus which is pasted on the wall. He grabs a small gasoline can be lying on the floor, dousing it over the wall liberally until it's empty before he pulls out a lighter. With a flick its flame comes alive as he holds the yellow-orange tip for everyone to see.
“ You will walk into hell and neither of you will walk out. The fire will engulf you, your screams of pain will go unheeded and those people out there, will bare witness to your demise. Welcome to your personal hell Mr. Colossus…. This Wrestle wars 8 pay per view I will be your judge, jury and executioner. The verdict is out and it's pretty simple one. Mr. Colossus, you are given the punishment of crashing and burning at the hands of DAMAGE!"
At that very moment Damage throws the lighter up on the wall, the poster lights up immediately like an inferno as the fire spreads out rapidly, consuming everything in its path while Damage's maniacal laughter dominates everything as cameras pull away before scene ends.
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