Post by themorbidwolf on Jun 8, 2024 11:47:56 GMT -5
Location: Undisclosed
"Somewhere in the distant past"
We open in what appears to be an experimental off of the books Laboratory. It is state of the art, but obvious concessions have gone into making it appear anything but. As we're currently given a tour with a roaming camera going from room to room, we suddenly get an uneasy feeling. Something within the pit of our stomach which tells us that we should turn away, but we the viewer know that we're going to keep looking.
It's in our nature to explore as humans. What each person can handle is subjective due to our experiences. What shapes us over the course of our lives, but what if, that could change. What if you could actually engineer a different result. These are my notes, and before you ask no I'm not going to reveal anything. You fuck sticks do not deserve it. Yes, I'm quoting this with a direct feed so "he" can hear it. It's been a very painful process to get to this point. But, for the perfect cocktail. The specific neuro links, and other nano technology to get the perfect outcome. All of you within this organization kept pushing. You drove me to this. You are all responsible for what's about to happen.
This testament which is also explored further was thought to never see the light of day. When I tell you that there is more explosive footage, and we're only seeing a very minimal cut of it, well when my reveal is necessary, I'll reveal myself. Since, I'm in complete control, we're now going to skip to the important parts, and I'm going to have a scientist dispense this special cocktail blend. If you thought you've seen everything you were wrong. I've specifically gone over this particular scenario, and I've replayed it over, and over again. It's one thing to tell you, but now I'm going to show you.
The voice then trails off as the camera feed is then interrupted by some type of interference, and immediately cuts off.
After having to adjust our eyes the next room comes into focus. At first it appeared to be too dark to see anything, but then the light inside of the room slowly raised from dimly lit to a very soft light that seemed almost pleasant. We then notice a patient inside of the room. This man has long brown hair completely covering his face. His hair is so long, and also so thick we cannot make out exactly who this is. This man is also wearing a straight jacket, he is sitting up right on his knees, and he is perfectly stoic.
The scientist comes inside with a syringe, and the camera gives us an auto focus to show what's inside of the syringe. It's a multitude of different colors, and also there is a chameleon layer which is completely unknown what might be contained inside.
As the scientist approaches the patient, we can see that he is being held up by heavy chains. Two at each of his shoulders. The scientist injects the concoction from the syringe, and the patient does not move at all. As the scientist leaves the area he finds out he cannot. He's been locked inside with a variable that may or may not be a detriment to his health.
There is a camera that is now focused upon the patient. It would appear our mystery guest has wasted all of your time because this is another failed batch.
But that's when we see our first signs of life. The patient then begins reacting. Subtle at first, and then almost as if he is trying to reach out for help, he raises his arm reaching out for the scientist.
"Random Scientist:" "What the hell did they do to you? You know if I had known what had gone into this I never would have volunteered for this job. But let's see if we can make you a bit more comfortable."
The random scientist then gets a key from a desk drawer inside of the current patient's room, and the scientist used the key to unlock the master lock holding up the chain, on his right shoulder, followed by his left shoulder. Standing before the scientist now the patient is still very still, almost as if he is trying to figure out his surroundings, and just who this person is. As the scientist then pushes aside the hair to reveal just who this is, his eyes widen.
That's when the patient grabs the scientist up, and then executes a tombstone lung blower upon the scientist, and then immediately looks down afterwards. The ribs on the scientist are now showing. The man then raises both of his hands, and it doesn't take long for an alarm to sound. The man grabs both of the chains turning toward the door as we cut.
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PRESENT DAY
I, wake up in a cold sweat, the sheets on my bed are drenched with sweat. Again, and for the life of me, I cannot figure out why. The nightmares are becoming greater, and to be honest, it feels like something is different about be. I have almost an iron will on my own, but even now I can feel it coursing in my veins, and the moment it takes over I'll be me, but with a twist. Just what the hell is that twist? I guess we'll all be finding out together.
Getting up from my bed, and heading toward the shower I look down noticing a blood stained chain in my hand. I stop to look again, and nothing is there. What the fuck is going on with me?
The shower was nice, but why the hell can I hear voices? Get it the fuck together David.
Getting my clothes on, I'm now standing in front of my television. Why I'm drawn here instead of my usual daily routine is beyond me. Immediately, I fall to my knees in what can only be described as crippling pain.
"Damage, apparently you don't know who the fuck you're speaking too. So allow me to shine the proverbial light on the subject. My whole life is, and continues to be torment. The fact that you, or anybody else is going to scare me by pointing that out is well, fucking hilarious!"
As I stand all of the information, and the events leading up to this moment are flooding in at a rapid pace. So fast as a matter of fact its leading me to put the pieces together even faster before I show up to school damage in what a real life villain looks like. One who revels, and also thrives in chaos. A man who enjoys watching your life fall apart. Because he is the cause of it. Falling to my knees, and then sitting up right upon them. I place both my hands over my face, and when my hands fall, I notice there are no tears. None. What the actual fuck?
"Damage, let me ask you an actual question you can answer. How many people have actually run away from you? Did they get spooked? Did it give you a chub? A chub within your pants. A chub that you could be proud of. For once in your life. Perhaps the only time. It's just the two of us. I promise I'll never tell a soul. I'll be that vault you've never had. Unless your vault includes electro shock therapy. Judging by that ugly mug of yours, you could use another round."
I feel like I should be looking into a mirror for some strange reason. As I rush to look at myself I immediately see the color of my eyes change, and then change back to blue. I turn away as finally a tear rolls down my cheek, and goddamn it, does it ever sting. Whatever this was, it was begging me to give in, but before I did I needed to know just exactly what this was. Almost as if on cue I feel a vibration in my pocket. I pull out my Galaxy S24, and then look at the message. I see the coordinates. I suddenly feel a sense of reward. I've got to go, and learn the truth.
"Damage, let me once again reveal the true misfortune you've allowed to come to your door step. I'm the delusional one, but you're the one speaking about a man you obviously don't know. So when it comes to being delusional Damage, all you have to do is go, and look into a mirror. Championships, have always come to me. I'm what's been referred too as championship belt collector, and you my poor dimwitted soul, you're just going to be left out into the cold. I know its not a reality you're use too. Being the master in the darkness is fine. However, I'm the fire that burns. I'm the spark that once it's set ablaze it devours everything in its path. It's time you understand Damage. It's time for you to understand that you can give yourself the nickname but its a whole different universe when you come across somebody who actually gets off on the pain, and destroyed worlds they leave in their wake. You're the first Damage, but you sure as fuck aren't going to be the last!"
The coordinates on my phone lead me to a private hangar with a private jet awaiting me. I board the jet, and it seems like it takes me a matter of minutes to arrive. For my departure I cannot reveal the site, but while I'm taken care of let's get back to Damage. A person whose confidence seems to be waning. Questioning themselves while also questioning me. It seems sort of redundant when you think about it.
"You know how I can tell that you're not a real tough guy, or a real champion? How I know that you never were, and you've been masquerading as one? When you become a World Champion, that's something you carry with you for the rest of your life. You never stop being a world champion after that. It's all in how you carry yourself going forward that makes you great. Your motives don't need to be questioned, but here you are questioning me. A World Champion in the flesh. That mentality, it never leaves. I don't need to be questioned. My motives will reveal themselves as I go forward, and Damage the type of fire you're playing with. Well, let's just say you could only wish that matches were the cause."
I just questioned his pride. Something that would surely lead to me being rent free in his mind. Something, I apparently all ready was. As if I should show a fraction of concern about it, however that was the interesting part. The concern was no longer there. As if it was non existent.
The guard led me into a room with several monitors, and suggested if I wanted to know who I really was to watch this monitor. Along with the distorted narration behind it. I felt a welcome in this undisclosed location without knowing the real reason why, but for once this was exciting. I couldn't wait to see what could potentially happen.
"I am the diseased wolf that lurks in the shadows, or hunts in the open, and you Damage, you're just doing what you've always done. However, you're not a part of my pack, so you're of no interest to me. Damage, for a man who believes he knows what lives under the surface of his opponent, the fact is you don't know shit! I've run across a lot of dumb motherfuckers in my time, but you take the cake. Its painful, how slow, and dumb you actually are. When, I triumph over you, and you look back you'll understand what a real champion is. You'll thank me for being in my presence. I'm still laughing inside at how wrong you've gotten it."
"I'm the obstacle in your path. That's the only thing you've gotten right, but everything else is wrong. I'm the man who could kill you in the ring, piss on your corpse, and replay the episode to the sponsors just so they know the commodity you have on the roster. The only person blinded by themselves here is you. Because you've never met a man who just doesn't give a fuck. I don't give a fuck because I'm that confident in my abilities. Damage, I feel like you've told yourself this so many times you're starting to believe it. What good is the darkness when nobody can see when you die? Don't worry though after this week the only person retreating to the darkness will be you. You live there, and that's where you hide. However, my brand of destruction brings you out of the darkness. Until you're able to face yourself, and conquer yourself, on a consistent basis, not only will you prevent yourself from going any further, but you'll also fall into this rut of believing your own lies. You're only damaging yourself, and you Damage are all ready there. I'm going to allow you to damage yourself. That's what I do. I find your weakness, and I exploit it. You, Damage, you've made this too easy for me. Way too easy!"
I feel a tap on my shoulder, and when I look around there's nobody there. Except an empty room. I see a straight jacket lying on the floor, and suddenly I fall to my knees. When I stand this time I know exactly who I am, and what happened to me. I, no longer need to be here so I immediately walk out of the room, back to the private hanger, with the camera held down at the concrete street until we get back to the private jet. My personal tour shows it to be a very nice jet. As I board I feel a sense of relief.
"Damage, they say ignorance is bliss, and where you are you must be in paradise. You're guilty of doing everything you've criticized me for. But, I have a response for that. One that you won't like. Since you like having your play time in Asylums, how about I lock you away in one? Film you trying you escape on the dark web, and start the bidding for your failure. Because even if you manage to escape we'll all be rich beyond our wildest dreams. You see I have my doubts because you act like you're the only monster that exists. You speak to me about the darkness, but you don't know the monsters, and demons that live in the light amongst you. In the darkness Damage you are safe. I've drawn you out, and I'm the monster that goes unnamed. I am everything that plagues the world, and I'm better for it. In the shadows or out in the open I still win. When I take your title, and invade everything you believe you know you'll quickly understand why I'm not to be fucked with!"
"Damage, I'll be happy to take your little trinket of dominance, melt it down, and reshape it to show you what a real championship is suppose to look like, because you don't scare me. You've made me laugh this whole time you tried to push me away. Who knew you could make it in another life as a stand up comedian? Maybe that's the only thing we really take from this experiment with you and I. Everything has all ready been taken from me Damage. You can't take any more. You can try to convince yourself that this is the way life works. But its not. You're just proving yourself to be the one thing I've all ready known. You're a failure. It was only a matter of time when you were going to come across somebody far better than you. The timing here was perfect wasn't it? I mean I couldn't have hoped that it would go better than this. Damage the only thing you're going to come to realize is that I am rebellion, and I can't be broken. You've wasted a lot of your time focusing in on what I'm not, but who could blame you. In the mind of the narcissist, they're the only one who matters. I'm the storm you've yet to face, and this storm right here, it only brings pain, and death. Broken dreams, and self doubt. You're all ready full of self doubt, but now its time for me to wrap a chain around your neck, and throw you over the top rope. Maybe if your peers see the different shades of purple, and the lack of oxygen it brings, maybe then you'll start to grasp what's in front of you. Because you think you may know what real chaos looks like, but you don't but you're now standing in front of him. Keep lying to yourself, and keep fooling yourself, because there can only be one result, and its not in your favor!"
The private jet touches down in a private in a private hanger again. The door of the plane is open, and immediately a black bag is placed over the head of Wolf. A limo driver forcefully pushes him inside, and the limo driver slams the door and pats the top. He then gets inside, and speeds off to where ever his boss has dispatched him too.
"Somewhere in the distant past"
We open in what appears to be an experimental off of the books Laboratory. It is state of the art, but obvious concessions have gone into making it appear anything but. As we're currently given a tour with a roaming camera going from room to room, we suddenly get an uneasy feeling. Something within the pit of our stomach which tells us that we should turn away, but we the viewer know that we're going to keep looking.
It's in our nature to explore as humans. What each person can handle is subjective due to our experiences. What shapes us over the course of our lives, but what if, that could change. What if you could actually engineer a different result. These are my notes, and before you ask no I'm not going to reveal anything. You fuck sticks do not deserve it. Yes, I'm quoting this with a direct feed so "he" can hear it. It's been a very painful process to get to this point. But, for the perfect cocktail. The specific neuro links, and other nano technology to get the perfect outcome. All of you within this organization kept pushing. You drove me to this. You are all responsible for what's about to happen.
This testament which is also explored further was thought to never see the light of day. When I tell you that there is more explosive footage, and we're only seeing a very minimal cut of it, well when my reveal is necessary, I'll reveal myself. Since, I'm in complete control, we're now going to skip to the important parts, and I'm going to have a scientist dispense this special cocktail blend. If you thought you've seen everything you were wrong. I've specifically gone over this particular scenario, and I've replayed it over, and over again. It's one thing to tell you, but now I'm going to show you.
The voice then trails off as the camera feed is then interrupted by some type of interference, and immediately cuts off.
After having to adjust our eyes the next room comes into focus. At first it appeared to be too dark to see anything, but then the light inside of the room slowly raised from dimly lit to a very soft light that seemed almost pleasant. We then notice a patient inside of the room. This man has long brown hair completely covering his face. His hair is so long, and also so thick we cannot make out exactly who this is. This man is also wearing a straight jacket, he is sitting up right on his knees, and he is perfectly stoic.
The scientist comes inside with a syringe, and the camera gives us an auto focus to show what's inside of the syringe. It's a multitude of different colors, and also there is a chameleon layer which is completely unknown what might be contained inside.
As the scientist approaches the patient, we can see that he is being held up by heavy chains. Two at each of his shoulders. The scientist injects the concoction from the syringe, and the patient does not move at all. As the scientist leaves the area he finds out he cannot. He's been locked inside with a variable that may or may not be a detriment to his health.
There is a camera that is now focused upon the patient. It would appear our mystery guest has wasted all of your time because this is another failed batch.
But that's when we see our first signs of life. The patient then begins reacting. Subtle at first, and then almost as if he is trying to reach out for help, he raises his arm reaching out for the scientist.
"Random Scientist:" "What the hell did they do to you? You know if I had known what had gone into this I never would have volunteered for this job. But let's see if we can make you a bit more comfortable."
The random scientist then gets a key from a desk drawer inside of the current patient's room, and the scientist used the key to unlock the master lock holding up the chain, on his right shoulder, followed by his left shoulder. Standing before the scientist now the patient is still very still, almost as if he is trying to figure out his surroundings, and just who this person is. As the scientist then pushes aside the hair to reveal just who this is, his eyes widen.
That's when the patient grabs the scientist up, and then executes a tombstone lung blower upon the scientist, and then immediately looks down afterwards. The ribs on the scientist are now showing. The man then raises both of his hands, and it doesn't take long for an alarm to sound. The man grabs both of the chains turning toward the door as we cut.
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PRESENT DAY
I, wake up in a cold sweat, the sheets on my bed are drenched with sweat. Again, and for the life of me, I cannot figure out why. The nightmares are becoming greater, and to be honest, it feels like something is different about be. I have almost an iron will on my own, but even now I can feel it coursing in my veins, and the moment it takes over I'll be me, but with a twist. Just what the hell is that twist? I guess we'll all be finding out together.
Getting up from my bed, and heading toward the shower I look down noticing a blood stained chain in my hand. I stop to look again, and nothing is there. What the fuck is going on with me?
The shower was nice, but why the hell can I hear voices? Get it the fuck together David.
Getting my clothes on, I'm now standing in front of my television. Why I'm drawn here instead of my usual daily routine is beyond me. Immediately, I fall to my knees in what can only be described as crippling pain.
"Damage, apparently you don't know who the fuck you're speaking too. So allow me to shine the proverbial light on the subject. My whole life is, and continues to be torment. The fact that you, or anybody else is going to scare me by pointing that out is well, fucking hilarious!"
As I stand all of the information, and the events leading up to this moment are flooding in at a rapid pace. So fast as a matter of fact its leading me to put the pieces together even faster before I show up to school damage in what a real life villain looks like. One who revels, and also thrives in chaos. A man who enjoys watching your life fall apart. Because he is the cause of it. Falling to my knees, and then sitting up right upon them. I place both my hands over my face, and when my hands fall, I notice there are no tears. None. What the actual fuck?
"Damage, let me ask you an actual question you can answer. How many people have actually run away from you? Did they get spooked? Did it give you a chub? A chub within your pants. A chub that you could be proud of. For once in your life. Perhaps the only time. It's just the two of us. I promise I'll never tell a soul. I'll be that vault you've never had. Unless your vault includes electro shock therapy. Judging by that ugly mug of yours, you could use another round."
I feel like I should be looking into a mirror for some strange reason. As I rush to look at myself I immediately see the color of my eyes change, and then change back to blue. I turn away as finally a tear rolls down my cheek, and goddamn it, does it ever sting. Whatever this was, it was begging me to give in, but before I did I needed to know just exactly what this was. Almost as if on cue I feel a vibration in my pocket. I pull out my Galaxy S24, and then look at the message. I see the coordinates. I suddenly feel a sense of reward. I've got to go, and learn the truth.
"Damage, let me once again reveal the true misfortune you've allowed to come to your door step. I'm the delusional one, but you're the one speaking about a man you obviously don't know. So when it comes to being delusional Damage, all you have to do is go, and look into a mirror. Championships, have always come to me. I'm what's been referred too as championship belt collector, and you my poor dimwitted soul, you're just going to be left out into the cold. I know its not a reality you're use too. Being the master in the darkness is fine. However, I'm the fire that burns. I'm the spark that once it's set ablaze it devours everything in its path. It's time you understand Damage. It's time for you to understand that you can give yourself the nickname but its a whole different universe when you come across somebody who actually gets off on the pain, and destroyed worlds they leave in their wake. You're the first Damage, but you sure as fuck aren't going to be the last!"
The coordinates on my phone lead me to a private hangar with a private jet awaiting me. I board the jet, and it seems like it takes me a matter of minutes to arrive. For my departure I cannot reveal the site, but while I'm taken care of let's get back to Damage. A person whose confidence seems to be waning. Questioning themselves while also questioning me. It seems sort of redundant when you think about it.
"You know how I can tell that you're not a real tough guy, or a real champion? How I know that you never were, and you've been masquerading as one? When you become a World Champion, that's something you carry with you for the rest of your life. You never stop being a world champion after that. It's all in how you carry yourself going forward that makes you great. Your motives don't need to be questioned, but here you are questioning me. A World Champion in the flesh. That mentality, it never leaves. I don't need to be questioned. My motives will reveal themselves as I go forward, and Damage the type of fire you're playing with. Well, let's just say you could only wish that matches were the cause."
I just questioned his pride. Something that would surely lead to me being rent free in his mind. Something, I apparently all ready was. As if I should show a fraction of concern about it, however that was the interesting part. The concern was no longer there. As if it was non existent.
The guard led me into a room with several monitors, and suggested if I wanted to know who I really was to watch this monitor. Along with the distorted narration behind it. I felt a welcome in this undisclosed location without knowing the real reason why, but for once this was exciting. I couldn't wait to see what could potentially happen.
"I am the diseased wolf that lurks in the shadows, or hunts in the open, and you Damage, you're just doing what you've always done. However, you're not a part of my pack, so you're of no interest to me. Damage, for a man who believes he knows what lives under the surface of his opponent, the fact is you don't know shit! I've run across a lot of dumb motherfuckers in my time, but you take the cake. Its painful, how slow, and dumb you actually are. When, I triumph over you, and you look back you'll understand what a real champion is. You'll thank me for being in my presence. I'm still laughing inside at how wrong you've gotten it."
"I'm the obstacle in your path. That's the only thing you've gotten right, but everything else is wrong. I'm the man who could kill you in the ring, piss on your corpse, and replay the episode to the sponsors just so they know the commodity you have on the roster. The only person blinded by themselves here is you. Because you've never met a man who just doesn't give a fuck. I don't give a fuck because I'm that confident in my abilities. Damage, I feel like you've told yourself this so many times you're starting to believe it. What good is the darkness when nobody can see when you die? Don't worry though after this week the only person retreating to the darkness will be you. You live there, and that's where you hide. However, my brand of destruction brings you out of the darkness. Until you're able to face yourself, and conquer yourself, on a consistent basis, not only will you prevent yourself from going any further, but you'll also fall into this rut of believing your own lies. You're only damaging yourself, and you Damage are all ready there. I'm going to allow you to damage yourself. That's what I do. I find your weakness, and I exploit it. You, Damage, you've made this too easy for me. Way too easy!"
I feel a tap on my shoulder, and when I look around there's nobody there. Except an empty room. I see a straight jacket lying on the floor, and suddenly I fall to my knees. When I stand this time I know exactly who I am, and what happened to me. I, no longer need to be here so I immediately walk out of the room, back to the private hanger, with the camera held down at the concrete street until we get back to the private jet. My personal tour shows it to be a very nice jet. As I board I feel a sense of relief.
"Damage, they say ignorance is bliss, and where you are you must be in paradise. You're guilty of doing everything you've criticized me for. But, I have a response for that. One that you won't like. Since you like having your play time in Asylums, how about I lock you away in one? Film you trying you escape on the dark web, and start the bidding for your failure. Because even if you manage to escape we'll all be rich beyond our wildest dreams. You see I have my doubts because you act like you're the only monster that exists. You speak to me about the darkness, but you don't know the monsters, and demons that live in the light amongst you. In the darkness Damage you are safe. I've drawn you out, and I'm the monster that goes unnamed. I am everything that plagues the world, and I'm better for it. In the shadows or out in the open I still win. When I take your title, and invade everything you believe you know you'll quickly understand why I'm not to be fucked with!"
"Damage, I'll be happy to take your little trinket of dominance, melt it down, and reshape it to show you what a real championship is suppose to look like, because you don't scare me. You've made me laugh this whole time you tried to push me away. Who knew you could make it in another life as a stand up comedian? Maybe that's the only thing we really take from this experiment with you and I. Everything has all ready been taken from me Damage. You can't take any more. You can try to convince yourself that this is the way life works. But its not. You're just proving yourself to be the one thing I've all ready known. You're a failure. It was only a matter of time when you were going to come across somebody far better than you. The timing here was perfect wasn't it? I mean I couldn't have hoped that it would go better than this. Damage the only thing you're going to come to realize is that I am rebellion, and I can't be broken. You've wasted a lot of your time focusing in on what I'm not, but who could blame you. In the mind of the narcissist, they're the only one who matters. I'm the storm you've yet to face, and this storm right here, it only brings pain, and death. Broken dreams, and self doubt. You're all ready full of self doubt, but now its time for me to wrap a chain around your neck, and throw you over the top rope. Maybe if your peers see the different shades of purple, and the lack of oxygen it brings, maybe then you'll start to grasp what's in front of you. Because you think you may know what real chaos looks like, but you don't but you're now standing in front of him. Keep lying to yourself, and keep fooling yourself, because there can only be one result, and its not in your favor!"
The private jet touches down in a private in a private hanger again. The door of the plane is open, and immediately a black bag is placed over the head of Wolf. A limo driver forcefully pushes him inside, and the limo driver slams the door and pats the top. He then gets inside, and speeds off to where ever his boss has dispatched him too.