Post by Damage on Jun 8, 2024 4:42:13 GMT -5
Steel Cage match was not exactly Damage’s crowning glory. There were points that needed to be proven on both sides. Many things were said about the other person. When you state something aloud, you are held accountable for those words. Donnie Harris proved his words to be backed up by action. Me, not so much.
I'm sure after everything was said and done Jackson will do quite a bit of bragging about his victory and for good reason. He proved exactly what he wanted to prove short of one thing. He did not prove that Damage was pinned by him. He took a ton of punishment, same as Damage did. He did not walk through Damage like he was nothing. It took everything in his body to beat Damage. To his credit, he did just that. But Damage was not near the push over he claimed untill, Colossus came and ruined everything and also all thanks to Braddock, who came in to take care of his side of business with Donnie Harris
Now, IF Donnie Harris he thinks we are done then it would be clear that he had lost his mind. I am sure, he knows,Our second match is waiting.
Together, Donnie Harris and I did one simple thing. We set the standard of what a main event match in EPW is supposed to be. Anything moving forward that falls short of that standard will be a failure. This is not some Outlaw promotion where champions are protected by management. This is not some popularity contest. The best fight the best here. There will be no mediocre title matches in EPW. No part time Champion needs to apply for their Swan Song.
Damage’s body feels like it has been in a car wreck. Damage sore in places that most people don't even know they have places. This puts Damage at a slight disadvantage in his match against Morbid Wolf but still Damage will rise from all the hurdles.
Kash: It is about time you listened to me!
Damage:I always listen to you. I just do not always do what you want.
Kash:You had that match, Damage? I still don't believe Donnie Harris beat you.
Damage: You wanted to say something about my upcoming match?
Kash: If you allow me to do the talking, then yes!
Damage: On one condition, Give respect to the wrestlers man! They are Gentlemen just like you and me. And No Cursing words. Clear?
Kash: Fine! your Command is my wish!
Damage wakes up and gets up from his bed. Damage hit the showers and dresses up quickly with his wrestling gear and takes the Rebel Championship title along with him. Damage drives his car towards an Asylum. In the car, there is no chatter between Damage’s invisible friend and himself. We pull up to desolate, decaying asylum, a place that once housed the mentally ill but has long since been abandoned and forgotten. The asylum, known as St. Dymphna's Asylum, sits on the outskirts of an unnamed city, shrouded in mystery and urban legends. The building itself is a testament to the passage of time and the abandonment of humanity's darker impulses. Its gothic architecture, with crumbling facades and broken windows, exudes an eerie, almost malevolent presence.
The asylum's entrance is guarded by rusting iron gates, hanging askew on their hinges, leading into a courtyard overgrown with weeds and dead foliage. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and decay, a palpable reminder of the neglect that has plagued this once-institutionalized environment. The courtyard is littered with remnants of a bygone era: rusted wheelchairs, broken gurneys, and remnants of medical equipment that hint at the asylum's sordid past.
Inside, the asylum is a labyrinth of dark, narrow corridors, lined with peeling paint and graffiti. The walls are adorned with the faded remnants of old posters and signs, warning of the dangers and procedures that were once commonplace here. The floors are a mix of cracked tiles and wooden boards, some of which are missing or loose, creating an unsettling, uneven pathway through the building. Each step taken echoes ominously, reverberating through the empty halls like ghostly whispers.
Rooms that once served as patient quarters now stand empty, their doors hanging off hinges or missing entirely. Some rooms still contain rusted bed frames, their mattresses long gone, leaving behind only twisted metal and rotting wood. In other rooms, medical equipment lies abandoned, covered in a thick layer of dust, as if the staff had simply walked away one day and never returned. The oppressive silence is occasionally broken by the distant sound of dripping water or the scurrying of rats, adding to the atmosphere of dread.
The centerpiece of this forsaken place is the old operating theater, a circular room with tiered seating where medical students once observed surgeries and treatments. Now, the theater is a ghostly shell of its former self, with broken chairs and shattered glass scattered across the floor. In the center, an old operating table stands as a grim reminder of the experiments and procedures that took place here, its surface stained and rusted.
It is in this chilling setting that Damage, The Rebellion Champion, has chosen to deliver his promo. The asylum’s dark history and sinister atmosphere perfectly reflect the intensity and malevolence of Damage's message. The stark, shadowy environment amplifies the gravity of the situation, creating an almost cinematic backdrop for the impending confrontation. The asylum, with its echoes of torment and suffering, serves as a fitting stage for Damage to address his opponent, Mr. Morbid Wolf, and lay out the stakes for their upcoming match.
The camera opens with a slow pan through the abandoned asylum, capturing the haunting ambiance of the place. The echo of distant drips and the occasional scurrying of unseen vermin set a chilling tone. The camera eventually settles on the old operating theater, where Damage stands in the center, bathed in the dim, flickering light of a single overhead bulb. He is dressed in his trademark dark attire, his Rebellion Championship slung over his shoulder. His face is a mask of cold determination and malevolent intent.
Damage: (his voice low and menacing) Welcome to the end of the road, Mr. Morbid Wolf. This is where hope goes to die, where the light fades and darkness reigns supreme. Welcome to a place where dreams die and nightmares are born. This forsaken tomb of forgotten souls, is where your fate will be sealed. This is St. Dymphna's Asylum, a place of madness, despair, and suffering. A place that mirrors the torment you will experience when you step into the ring with me.
He pauses, letting the sinister atmosphere sink in, his eyes boring into the camera with an intensity that speaks volumes.
Damage: You see, Mr. Morbid Wolf, this place has a history. It’s a history of broken souls and shattered dreams, of twisted minds and lost hope. Just like the path you’ve chosen, it’s filled with the cries of the damned and the whispers of the forgotten. And much like the patients who once roamed these halls, you’re walking into a nightmare from which there is no escape. Once, it had a purpose, a drive, a future. But now… now it’s nothing but a hollow shell, a remnant of what it could have been. Just like you. You, Mr. Morbid Wolf, are a man clinging to the past, grasping at the shadows of your former glory. But make no mistake, this is not the place where you will find redemption. This is where you will meet your reckoning.
Damage begins to pace slowly around the operating table, his fingers lightly brushing over the rusted surface, leaving trails in the thick dust.
Damage: You think you can just waltz into my domain, challenge my reign, and walk away unscathed? You think you can beat me and then go on to Revival to stake your claim to Rivival title? You’re delusional. But delusion is all you have left, isn’t it,Mr. Morbid Wolf? Because reality, reality is a cruel mistress, and she has chosen me as her champion.You think that by beating me you can change the destiny that awaits you. But what you fail to understand is that this is not just about a match, not just about a championship. This is about survival. It’s about proving who can endure the most pain, who can withstand the relentless assault of darkness. And Mr. Morbid Wolf, when it comes to darkness, I am its master.
He stops, gripping the edge of the table, his knuckles white with intensity.
Damage: If you win, the match at Revival becomes for the Rebellion Title, and you get a chance at the Revival Title Match, the Money in the Bank. You think that will change anything? You think that will give you an edge? You’re deluding yourself. The title, the accolades, they mean nothing if you’re not standing at the end. And trust me, Mr. Morbid Wolf, you won’t be.
He leans in closer to the camera, his voice dropping to a sinister whisper.
Damage: At Revival, I face Colossus. A beast, a mountain of a man. But this... this match between us, I have to deal with you. This non-title match, it’s your chance, your opportunity to prove you have someting that matters to be the champion. If you win, you get added to the Revival Title Match. But that’s a big ‘if’, Mr. Morbid Wolf. A very big ‘if’.this is the real test. If you somehow manage to defeat me, you earn your spot, you earn your chance. But you won’t. You’ll be broken, just like the walls of this asylum, just like the souls that were left here to rot.
He straightens up, a cruel smile playing on his lips.
Damage: You call yourself Morbid Wolf, but in this den of darkness, you’re nothing but a lamb led to the slaughter. I’ve seen your kind before. You see, you’re not just fighting for a title shot. You’re fighting for relevance. You’re fighting to show the world that you’re not a washed-up has-been. But I’m here to tell you, Mr. Morbid Wolf, that fight is over before it even begins. Because I’m not just any champion. I’m Damage. I am the embodiment of destruction, the harbinger of chaos. And you… you’re just another obstacle in my path. Driven by ambition, blinded by desire. But ambition without power is a death sentence, and desire without strength is a curse. You’re stepping into my world, Morbid, and in my world, only the strong survive.
He begins to walk through the operating theater, the camera following him as he speaks.
Damage:That ring of EPW, is the graveyard of ambition, is where I thrive. It’s where I’ve always thrived. In the darkness, in the shadows, in the places where fear and doubt fester. That is my home, Mr. Morbid Wolf. And you’re trespassing. Every corridor, every room in that place tells a story of agony and despair. And I will make sure that our match tells the final chapter of your story. When you step into that ring, you’ll feel the weight of that place, the weight of the darkness pressing down on you. And when the bell rings, you’ll understand that there is no escape, no hope, only the inevitable end that awaits you.
He stops again, turning to face the camera, his expression deadly serious.
Damage: You talk a big game, Mr. Morbid Wolf. You always have. But talk is cheap. In this ring, in this world, actions speak louder than words. And my actions… my actions will leave you broken, beaten, and humiliated. You think you’ve faced monsters before? You haven’t seen anything yet. Mr. Morbid Wolf, you’ve made a grave mistake challenging me. You’ve awoken a beast that cannot be tamed, a darkness that cannot be vanquished. And when we meet in that ring, you will fall. You will fall like the forgotten souls that haunt this asylum, and your dreams of glory will crumble to dust.
He lifts the Rebellion Championship, holding it up for the camera to see.
Damage: This title, it’s more than just a belt. It’s a symbol of dominance, of power. And it will never belong to you. I will crush your spirit, break your body, and leave you lying in the ruins of your own ambition. The Rebellion Title is mine, and no one, especially not you, will take it from me. Your shot at greatness. But it’s also your mistake. Because when you step into that ring with me, you’re not just facing a man. You’re facing a force of nature. And nature… nature doesn’t care about your hopes, your dreams, or your legacy. Nature just takes. And I… I will take everything from you.
He lowers the belt, his eyes burning with a cold fire.
Damage: So prepare yourself, Morbid. Prepare for the fight of your life. Because when we step into that ring, you’re not just facing Damage. You’re facing the embodiment of every nightmare, every fear, every dark thought you’ve ever had. And I will show you no mercy. I will show you the true meaning of pain.
He takes a step closer to the camera, his voice dropping to a menacing growl.
Damage: Welcome to your end, Mr. Morbid Wolf. Welcome to the asylum. So bring your best, Mr. Morbid Wolf. Bring everything you’ve got. It won’t be enough, but bring it anyway. Let’s give the world a show. Let’s give them a glimpse of what true devastation looks like. And when it’s over, when you’re lying there, broken and defeated, you’ll understand why I am the Rebellion Champion. Why I am Damage. And why you… will never… hold this title And when it’s all over, when you’re lying broken and defeated, remember this moment. Remember that you stepped into the darkness, and the darkness consumed you.
He turns away, the camera panning out to show the desolate surroundings of the asylum once more, before fading to black.
Damage comes home and without speaking to none, he goes to bed. He is changed, Damage is not the man that Brooke slept with. The room becomes pure white, as Kash is dressed in Damage’s wrestling gear. Damage gets up dressed in white as Kash. Kash is all smiles. He looks at Damage who responds to him.
Damage: You are learning my man! Welcome to the world of Wrestling.
Kash: So, what is the Plan for our match at Danger. What if he comes, Damage? What if Colossus decides to interfere?
Damage: Just as usual, You back-me up as I back you up.Mr. Colossus… he’s always been a thorn in our side. But if he interferes, he’ll regret it. This match with Mr. Morbid is about settling scores. It’s about proving a point.
Kash: Ah, but Colossus doesn’t play by the rules, does he? He never has. He thrives on chaos, just like you. What makes you think he’ll stay away?
Damage: He knows better than to get in my way. This is my domain. My territory. If Mr. Colossus wants to interfere, he’s signing his own death warrant.
Kash: Bold words, Damage. But are you prepared? Are you ready to face both Morbid and Colossus if it comes to that? Two predators, circling, waiting for you to show a moment of weakness.
Damage: I’m always ready. Mr. Morbid is desperate, clawing for a chance at relevance. Mr.Colossus… he’s a beast, but he’s predictable. He’s driven by ego, by the need to dominate. If he steps into my match, he’ll learn why I’m the Rebellion Champion. He’ll learn what true pain feels like
Kash: And what if they team up? What if, in their desperation, they decide that taking you down is worth more than their own rivalry?
Damage: Let them try. Let them both come at me. I’ll break them, one by one. Mr. Morbid will fall, and then Mr. Colossus. I’ve faced worse odds and come out on top. They think they can take me down? They have no idea what I’m capable of. Desperation breeds mistakes. And as for Colossus, he’s nothing more than a beast that needs to be put down. If he interferes, I’ll deal with him. Brutally. Efficiently. Mr.Morbid, Mr. Colossus, it doesn’t matter. I’ll crush anyone who stands in my way. This match is mine. This title is mine. And anyone who tries to take it from me will learn that I am Damage. I am unstoppable.They’ll know. They’ll all know. The ring is my domain. And anyone who steps into it with me will be left broken and beaten. This is my world. And I am its ruler.
Kash: That’s the spirit. Unleash the fury. Show them why they should fear you. Show them the true meaning of despair. Bye!
Damage: Wait!
With a stir, the EPW Rebellion Champion is awake. For some reason, Brooke has been watching Damage sleep.
Damage: Why are you watching me?
Brooke: I envy the way you sleep. I wish I could crash out like you and not wake up ten times during the night.
Damage: Can I ask you something?
Brooke: Sure!
Damage: Would you be my girlfriend?
Brooke: I can't. I'm married!
I'm sure after everything was said and done Jackson will do quite a bit of bragging about his victory and for good reason. He proved exactly what he wanted to prove short of one thing. He did not prove that Damage was pinned by him. He took a ton of punishment, same as Damage did. He did not walk through Damage like he was nothing. It took everything in his body to beat Damage. To his credit, he did just that. But Damage was not near the push over he claimed untill, Colossus came and ruined everything and also all thanks to Braddock, who came in to take care of his side of business with Donnie Harris
Now, IF Donnie Harris he thinks we are done then it would be clear that he had lost his mind. I am sure, he knows,Our second match is waiting.
Together, Donnie Harris and I did one simple thing. We set the standard of what a main event match in EPW is supposed to be. Anything moving forward that falls short of that standard will be a failure. This is not some Outlaw promotion where champions are protected by management. This is not some popularity contest. The best fight the best here. There will be no mediocre title matches in EPW. No part time Champion needs to apply for their Swan Song.
Damage’s body feels like it has been in a car wreck. Damage sore in places that most people don't even know they have places. This puts Damage at a slight disadvantage in his match against Morbid Wolf but still Damage will rise from all the hurdles.
Kash: It is about time you listened to me!
Damage:I always listen to you. I just do not always do what you want.
Kash:You had that match, Damage? I still don't believe Donnie Harris beat you.
Damage: You wanted to say something about my upcoming match?
Kash: If you allow me to do the talking, then yes!
Damage: On one condition, Give respect to the wrestlers man! They are Gentlemen just like you and me. And No Cursing words. Clear?
Kash: Fine! your Command is my wish!
Damage wakes up and gets up from his bed. Damage hit the showers and dresses up quickly with his wrestling gear and takes the Rebel Championship title along with him. Damage drives his car towards an Asylum. In the car, there is no chatter between Damage’s invisible friend and himself. We pull up to desolate, decaying asylum, a place that once housed the mentally ill but has long since been abandoned and forgotten. The asylum, known as St. Dymphna's Asylum, sits on the outskirts of an unnamed city, shrouded in mystery and urban legends. The building itself is a testament to the passage of time and the abandonment of humanity's darker impulses. Its gothic architecture, with crumbling facades and broken windows, exudes an eerie, almost malevolent presence.
The asylum's entrance is guarded by rusting iron gates, hanging askew on their hinges, leading into a courtyard overgrown with weeds and dead foliage. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and decay, a palpable reminder of the neglect that has plagued this once-institutionalized environment. The courtyard is littered with remnants of a bygone era: rusted wheelchairs, broken gurneys, and remnants of medical equipment that hint at the asylum's sordid past.
Inside, the asylum is a labyrinth of dark, narrow corridors, lined with peeling paint and graffiti. The walls are adorned with the faded remnants of old posters and signs, warning of the dangers and procedures that were once commonplace here. The floors are a mix of cracked tiles and wooden boards, some of which are missing or loose, creating an unsettling, uneven pathway through the building. Each step taken echoes ominously, reverberating through the empty halls like ghostly whispers.
Rooms that once served as patient quarters now stand empty, their doors hanging off hinges or missing entirely. Some rooms still contain rusted bed frames, their mattresses long gone, leaving behind only twisted metal and rotting wood. In other rooms, medical equipment lies abandoned, covered in a thick layer of dust, as if the staff had simply walked away one day and never returned. The oppressive silence is occasionally broken by the distant sound of dripping water or the scurrying of rats, adding to the atmosphere of dread.
The centerpiece of this forsaken place is the old operating theater, a circular room with tiered seating where medical students once observed surgeries and treatments. Now, the theater is a ghostly shell of its former self, with broken chairs and shattered glass scattered across the floor. In the center, an old operating table stands as a grim reminder of the experiments and procedures that took place here, its surface stained and rusted.
It is in this chilling setting that Damage, The Rebellion Champion, has chosen to deliver his promo. The asylum’s dark history and sinister atmosphere perfectly reflect the intensity and malevolence of Damage's message. The stark, shadowy environment amplifies the gravity of the situation, creating an almost cinematic backdrop for the impending confrontation. The asylum, with its echoes of torment and suffering, serves as a fitting stage for Damage to address his opponent, Mr. Morbid Wolf, and lay out the stakes for their upcoming match.
The camera opens with a slow pan through the abandoned asylum, capturing the haunting ambiance of the place. The echo of distant drips and the occasional scurrying of unseen vermin set a chilling tone. The camera eventually settles on the old operating theater, where Damage stands in the center, bathed in the dim, flickering light of a single overhead bulb. He is dressed in his trademark dark attire, his Rebellion Championship slung over his shoulder. His face is a mask of cold determination and malevolent intent.
Damage: (his voice low and menacing) Welcome to the end of the road, Mr. Morbid Wolf. This is where hope goes to die, where the light fades and darkness reigns supreme. Welcome to a place where dreams die and nightmares are born. This forsaken tomb of forgotten souls, is where your fate will be sealed. This is St. Dymphna's Asylum, a place of madness, despair, and suffering. A place that mirrors the torment you will experience when you step into the ring with me.
He pauses, letting the sinister atmosphere sink in, his eyes boring into the camera with an intensity that speaks volumes.
Damage: You see, Mr. Morbid Wolf, this place has a history. It’s a history of broken souls and shattered dreams, of twisted minds and lost hope. Just like the path you’ve chosen, it’s filled with the cries of the damned and the whispers of the forgotten. And much like the patients who once roamed these halls, you’re walking into a nightmare from which there is no escape. Once, it had a purpose, a drive, a future. But now… now it’s nothing but a hollow shell, a remnant of what it could have been. Just like you. You, Mr. Morbid Wolf, are a man clinging to the past, grasping at the shadows of your former glory. But make no mistake, this is not the place where you will find redemption. This is where you will meet your reckoning.
Damage begins to pace slowly around the operating table, his fingers lightly brushing over the rusted surface, leaving trails in the thick dust.
Damage: You think you can just waltz into my domain, challenge my reign, and walk away unscathed? You think you can beat me and then go on to Revival to stake your claim to Rivival title? You’re delusional. But delusion is all you have left, isn’t it,Mr. Morbid Wolf? Because reality, reality is a cruel mistress, and she has chosen me as her champion.You think that by beating me you can change the destiny that awaits you. But what you fail to understand is that this is not just about a match, not just about a championship. This is about survival. It’s about proving who can endure the most pain, who can withstand the relentless assault of darkness. And Mr. Morbid Wolf, when it comes to darkness, I am its master.
He stops, gripping the edge of the table, his knuckles white with intensity.
Damage: If you win, the match at Revival becomes for the Rebellion Title, and you get a chance at the Revival Title Match, the Money in the Bank. You think that will change anything? You think that will give you an edge? You’re deluding yourself. The title, the accolades, they mean nothing if you’re not standing at the end. And trust me, Mr. Morbid Wolf, you won’t be.
He leans in closer to the camera, his voice dropping to a sinister whisper.
Damage: At Revival, I face Colossus. A beast, a mountain of a man. But this... this match between us, I have to deal with you. This non-title match, it’s your chance, your opportunity to prove you have someting that matters to be the champion. If you win, you get added to the Revival Title Match. But that’s a big ‘if’, Mr. Morbid Wolf. A very big ‘if’.this is the real test. If you somehow manage to defeat me, you earn your spot, you earn your chance. But you won’t. You’ll be broken, just like the walls of this asylum, just like the souls that were left here to rot.
He straightens up, a cruel smile playing on his lips.
Damage: You call yourself Morbid Wolf, but in this den of darkness, you’re nothing but a lamb led to the slaughter. I’ve seen your kind before. You see, you’re not just fighting for a title shot. You’re fighting for relevance. You’re fighting to show the world that you’re not a washed-up has-been. But I’m here to tell you, Mr. Morbid Wolf, that fight is over before it even begins. Because I’m not just any champion. I’m Damage. I am the embodiment of destruction, the harbinger of chaos. And you… you’re just another obstacle in my path. Driven by ambition, blinded by desire. But ambition without power is a death sentence, and desire without strength is a curse. You’re stepping into my world, Morbid, and in my world, only the strong survive.
He begins to walk through the operating theater, the camera following him as he speaks.
Damage:That ring of EPW, is the graveyard of ambition, is where I thrive. It’s where I’ve always thrived. In the darkness, in the shadows, in the places where fear and doubt fester. That is my home, Mr. Morbid Wolf. And you’re trespassing. Every corridor, every room in that place tells a story of agony and despair. And I will make sure that our match tells the final chapter of your story. When you step into that ring, you’ll feel the weight of that place, the weight of the darkness pressing down on you. And when the bell rings, you’ll understand that there is no escape, no hope, only the inevitable end that awaits you.
He stops again, turning to face the camera, his expression deadly serious.
Damage: You talk a big game, Mr. Morbid Wolf. You always have. But talk is cheap. In this ring, in this world, actions speak louder than words. And my actions… my actions will leave you broken, beaten, and humiliated. You think you’ve faced monsters before? You haven’t seen anything yet. Mr. Morbid Wolf, you’ve made a grave mistake challenging me. You’ve awoken a beast that cannot be tamed, a darkness that cannot be vanquished. And when we meet in that ring, you will fall. You will fall like the forgotten souls that haunt this asylum, and your dreams of glory will crumble to dust.
He lifts the Rebellion Championship, holding it up for the camera to see.
Damage: This title, it’s more than just a belt. It’s a symbol of dominance, of power. And it will never belong to you. I will crush your spirit, break your body, and leave you lying in the ruins of your own ambition. The Rebellion Title is mine, and no one, especially not you, will take it from me. Your shot at greatness. But it’s also your mistake. Because when you step into that ring with me, you’re not just facing a man. You’re facing a force of nature. And nature… nature doesn’t care about your hopes, your dreams, or your legacy. Nature just takes. And I… I will take everything from you.
He lowers the belt, his eyes burning with a cold fire.
Damage: So prepare yourself, Morbid. Prepare for the fight of your life. Because when we step into that ring, you’re not just facing Damage. You’re facing the embodiment of every nightmare, every fear, every dark thought you’ve ever had. And I will show you no mercy. I will show you the true meaning of pain.
He takes a step closer to the camera, his voice dropping to a menacing growl.
Damage: Welcome to your end, Mr. Morbid Wolf. Welcome to the asylum. So bring your best, Mr. Morbid Wolf. Bring everything you’ve got. It won’t be enough, but bring it anyway. Let’s give the world a show. Let’s give them a glimpse of what true devastation looks like. And when it’s over, when you’re lying there, broken and defeated, you’ll understand why I am the Rebellion Champion. Why I am Damage. And why you… will never… hold this title And when it’s all over, when you’re lying broken and defeated, remember this moment. Remember that you stepped into the darkness, and the darkness consumed you.
He turns away, the camera panning out to show the desolate surroundings of the asylum once more, before fading to black.
Damage comes home and without speaking to none, he goes to bed. He is changed, Damage is not the man that Brooke slept with. The room becomes pure white, as Kash is dressed in Damage’s wrestling gear. Damage gets up dressed in white as Kash. Kash is all smiles. He looks at Damage who responds to him.
Damage: You are learning my man! Welcome to the world of Wrestling.
Kash: So, what is the Plan for our match at Danger. What if he comes, Damage? What if Colossus decides to interfere?
Damage: Just as usual, You back-me up as I back you up.Mr. Colossus… he’s always been a thorn in our side. But if he interferes, he’ll regret it. This match with Mr. Morbid is about settling scores. It’s about proving a point.
Kash: Ah, but Colossus doesn’t play by the rules, does he? He never has. He thrives on chaos, just like you. What makes you think he’ll stay away?
Damage: He knows better than to get in my way. This is my domain. My territory. If Mr. Colossus wants to interfere, he’s signing his own death warrant.
Kash: Bold words, Damage. But are you prepared? Are you ready to face both Morbid and Colossus if it comes to that? Two predators, circling, waiting for you to show a moment of weakness.
Damage: I’m always ready. Mr. Morbid is desperate, clawing for a chance at relevance. Mr.Colossus… he’s a beast, but he’s predictable. He’s driven by ego, by the need to dominate. If he steps into my match, he’ll learn why I’m the Rebellion Champion. He’ll learn what true pain feels like
Kash: And what if they team up? What if, in their desperation, they decide that taking you down is worth more than their own rivalry?
Damage: Let them try. Let them both come at me. I’ll break them, one by one. Mr. Morbid will fall, and then Mr. Colossus. I’ve faced worse odds and come out on top. They think they can take me down? They have no idea what I’m capable of. Desperation breeds mistakes. And as for Colossus, he’s nothing more than a beast that needs to be put down. If he interferes, I’ll deal with him. Brutally. Efficiently. Mr.Morbid, Mr. Colossus, it doesn’t matter. I’ll crush anyone who stands in my way. This match is mine. This title is mine. And anyone who tries to take it from me will learn that I am Damage. I am unstoppable.They’ll know. They’ll all know. The ring is my domain. And anyone who steps into it with me will be left broken and beaten. This is my world. And I am its ruler.
Kash: That’s the spirit. Unleash the fury. Show them why they should fear you. Show them the true meaning of despair. Bye!
Damage: Wait!
With a stir, the EPW Rebellion Champion is awake. For some reason, Brooke has been watching Damage sleep.
Damage: Why are you watching me?
Brooke: I envy the way you sleep. I wish I could crash out like you and not wake up ten times during the night.
Damage: Can I ask you something?
Brooke: Sure!
Damage: Would you be my girlfriend?
Brooke: I can't. I'm married!