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04-09-2015, 10:35 AM
We are more often treacherous through weakness than through calculation.
~François VI de la Rochefoucault
Basement of Amalie Arena
Saturday March 28th, 2015
Two Hours Following the Conclusion of…
Lethal Lottery 3
A heavy darkness encompasses the area, the sound of dripping pipes echoing into the perceptional nothingness.
Suddenly there are footsteps dragging across one end of the area to another, the sound of something shuffling, then the striking of match. The dim light illuminates a small are where we see The Nightmare, the camera is facing his back, he is kneeling holding the match. He leans over and lights an unseen candle and flicks the match to the floor.
Still in his ring attire, which is nothing more than his slacks, a shirtless top and his mask, The Nightmare is covered in sweat and blood… he begins speaking to a person not visually present in the scene,
“M’Lord… do your worst, I know I’ve failed you again.â€
“Get off of your fucking knees… I’ll save my pity for the weak.â€
The Nightmare stands and slowly turns his head to his left,
“But M’Lord you told me…â€
“I TOLD YOU THAT IF YOU FAILED… If you FAILED that I would take care of this myself. My boy you didn’t fail… granted it wasn’t the end result we were looking for, but I thought you fought gallantly. You were robbed… let us not lose sight of that.â€
“…S.A.Mâ€
“Have you looked for him?â€
“M’Lord he slipped away during the confusion at the end of the match. He’s nowhere to be found… if he’s smart we won’t show his paper sack anytime soon.â€
“The man is obviously desperate, so it’s only a matter of time before the cowherd does reappear, and when he does you’d better be ready to punish him.
But let us gather now and keep things in perspective, a number one contendership for a title that is defended here on a twenty-four-seven basis isn’t our goal, even capturing a title like that isn’t our goal. We know what we’re here for… fact of the matter is you’ve yet to be pinned or submitted and you held your own against the best this league has to offer in the Lethal Lottery qualifying rounds, and were a screw job away from winning your match at one of the biggest Pay-Per-View extravaganzas this company has to offer. You’re doing just fine… But I hope you’re keeping a tally on those to which we owe punishment.â€
“Justin Sane… and now S.A.Mâ€
“Indeed. I want you taking this week off… there are some things I need to show you.â€
The Nightmare leans down and picks up the candle from the floor…
“Remember it was you who said: ‘The brightest stars shine in the darkness.’
…But beware lest you lose the substance dear boy, by reaching for the shadows.â€
The Nightmare raises the candle towards his mask and blows out the flame… the darkness again swells as the scene fades.
During a live XWF House Show in The Cajundome, Lafayette, Louisiana…
The fans are ecstatic as the cell constructed to house the five competitors: Hero XTreme 7.9, Dead Nick, Sebastain Duke, Austin Fernando and Dylan ‘The Nightmare’ George, on Wednesday, begins to lower around the ring.
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There’s a nasty storm brewing outside the arena, the thunder is loud and powerful, the lightning illuminating, rain falling form the skies and flooding into the streets.
The lights begin to flicker inside of the arena… and just before they cut out completely, a bone chilling gush of cold air rips through the stands.
Darkness…
A Voice…
“And so it comes to be…â€
A moment of silence,
“I’m sorry if this making any of you uncomfortable… but I happen to enjoy the dark. There’s a certain calm within me, a calming realization of truth within the darkness… seeing things separate from the color as they appear, and seeing them for what they TRULY are…
I see, I feel, I smell, I taste this steel without unnecessary perception, and I know it like the back of my hand, this is my home.â€
A hot white light kicks on from the ceiling, casting over The Nightmare’s monstrous frame who’s standing in the center of the ring, his face facing the mat.
“…and so it comes to be. This will be the last threshold through which each of you four men step through on Wednesday before each of your most delightful dreams crash down upon yourselves, manifesting into your worst nightmares. In fact it has already begun, the painstaking promo work of our resident remedial Xtreme God’s advocate doing, and saying the same damn things he has week after week now.
NOCMM, what I believe you’re failing to realize is that no one, not a single person here cares what you have to say anymore. You’ve lied to every person here, week after week they’ve watched your ‘client’ have his ass handed to him in dramatic fashion… the saddest thing about it, is I know you’ve only begin to scratch the surface of your stupidity. You’re but a waste of space, I’ve been in the ring with your client and there’s nothing God-like about him… you’re both frauds, and Wednesday night you’ll both be exposed again…
How many times do you find it necessary to say things like…
Radio Said:Then you have a chess match against a shitty green as shit rookie like Dylan George
…while continuing to have your ass kicked, before you decide to pull that client of yours’ cock out of your mouth and quit forever.
A Beautiful Mind Said:All you have to think about is whether you want to destroy this rookie  like the dumb ass stupid he is or if you want to let them win for once so they can feel good about themselves and be a main eventer.
I have nothing to prove to you or anyone here for that matter, the simple fact that you’re star struck by some whom you proclaim are ‘main eventers’ leads me to believe you’re not just stupid, you’re absolutely insane. Not insane in a scary, Amityville, Heath Ledger portraying the Joker kind of way, no, no, no… you’re insanity is the type that leave the beautiful people of the world smiling down on your insolence with pity…
‘Oh, look at him’
they’re saying,
‘He’s trying so hard… it’s a shame that God doesn’t bless us all with reasonably functioning brains.’
You’re a joke, you and your client… Guess what Hero, you and your advocate will finally be ‘main eventers’, because of nothing you’ve done though. Regardless if the Intercontinental Champion or The Firms new Princess of Warfare is in this match or not, I am the show that these people want. I am the one putting their asses in the seats- because they know, they’ve witnessed the level of destruction that ensues every single time I step into this ring.
Study the tape gentlemen, it may or may not make a difference… I could care less. It doesn’t even particularly matter to me if I win or not, because each of you will feel my hands wrapped around your throats.
The Nightmare steps out of the ring and onto the floor, the white spotlight following him as he paces back and forth still speaking while running his fingers across the steel mesh.
Yes… and we all know it certainly won’t be Dead Nick filling these seats on Wednesday. OH GREAT! Here comes Dead Nick boring everyone to death while reading the entries into his pink dollar-store diary with the locket! Maybe that’s how you’ll win the match Nick, come read to all of us and there’s a very good chance we’ll fall asleep.
You’re right about one thing last week, there is more talent on the Warfare side of the XWF fence, so I hope that by you beating some alcoholic ex-cop last week on Madness… who by the way never stood a chance in hell at winning here anyway, doesn’t delude your future diary entries to where you now believe you’re good enough to step inside of this cell on Wednesday and score the win… you’ve honestly not got a prayer Nick
The Nightmare stops, and begins walking around the outside of the ring,
Maybe it’s Warfare’s new saving grace, Austin Fernando? Maybe it’s he who will fill the stands and elevate our contest to the main event of the evening. That would make the most sense would it not? I mean Mr. Warfare? Mr. Firm’s whipping boy? Let me ask you this Austin, and maybe it’s none of my business but what’s next for you? What happens when you turn into the next Peter Gilmour and The Firm kicks your ass to the side of the road when you start losing match, after match, after match… starting this Wednesday?
I’m sorry to stoop as low as to mention that your comrades, your compadres of Defiance aren’t doing so well… while there you all were nearing the peak of your run, holding Tag Belts, Sane with the XTreme title, Corvus winning the Intercontinental title, Gator facing off against Doc for The Universal Championship, and there you were the white-hot incumbent badass of the group in the finals of the Stampede against Vinnie Lane… well you know what happens next don’t you? It all fell to pieces right in front of you and poooor Austin continued to trudge on, alone.
So when the Firm does drop you like the bad habit that you are, where will you go? What will become of Austin Fernando? No more Defiance for you to lean on, in which you’ve obviously so desperately needed, no more Firm protecting you… You see Austin, you’re too short sighted, your goals are too cliché. These championships and accolades you so desperately chase in the grander scheme of things mean absolutely nothing…
Where will your reliance on others perceptions of yourself lead you when you’re lying on this mat, having your face beaten to a pulp by my hands? What then will it have behooved you to have been so preoccupied with gobbling up money and success? You're putting that little pussy of yours up on a pedestal, as if you’re so beautiful, and untouchable, so educated and successful… while all the while I’ll be at the bottom of that pillar hammering away at your facade and exposing to all of these people just how truly weak you are while your entire existence crumbles to the proverbial ground.
If nothing else good comes of this for you Austin, you’ll at least get warm up round against the Intercontinental Champion Sebastian Duke, seeing as how you laid ‘Ol’ Yeller’ Peter Gilmour down to stake your claim at that title.
The Nightmare rolls back into the ring, and is now in the center of the mat again, this time kneeling and looking up to the ceiling,
Ahhh… Dylan, Dylan, Dylan how silly of me? Had not been obvious this entire time who would be the one putting our match into the main event? I can see it now, as ‘O Fortuna’ reigns over the loud speakers and that beautiful belt shimmering in the arena lighting as Mr. Sebastian Duke makes his way to the ring, soaking up the roars from his adoring fans.
The King of Darkness… how pitifully trite of a handle that is to bestow upon yourself? I’ve been mundanely made aware of all your grandeur already, therefor I won’t be shocked when you begin to spit out the following:
‘You’re just a rookie’
‘I am true darkness’
‘You’re not scary at all, with your burlap, you look stupid’
‘None of you have accomplished what I have…’
‘You’re a gay bitch cock sucking flamer fairy’
Blah, blah, blah, on and on you’ll mutter out your same recycled material, telling us all how amazing you are because you beat up that generic Jekyll & Hyde, Mastermind, or because you eked out a win against a part-timer like Hysteria.
If Hero XTreme’s advocate wasn’t a complete bumbling bumpkinfied moron, you’d actually find that you two are quite similar minus your accolades. Groaning on and on about a bunch of self-lionizing hoo-ha that no one really gives a damn about… while it may sound so pretty to the feeble mind when you speak Duke, there’s really no substance to any of it- you’re but an old record wearing down on the spinning wheel of time. You’re track is ending…
I’ve reiterated over and again, how little a win or a loss matters to me, so just bear in mind, there’s really nothing you can say, no amount of trash talk that can remove me from this route of destruction I’m riding on. While I’m fully aware of your undeniably unbridled ability within this ring- that too doesn’t worry a man such as myself. You see men like me don’t lose sleep over little potholes on our roads of destiny… for when I’m dragging you around this ring on Wednesday, through a pile of your own blood, I will be serving my purpose. These people who idolize the likes of you and Fernando will be left speechless, they’ll be witness once again to my capabilities, only this time it will be in my most comfortable domain.
This steel mesh boxed around this ring represents my unforgiving wrath… and the pain that each of you are going to endure. I beg of you men, when you feel that chilling tingle climbing up your spine as you stand in front of this structure on Wednesday, do not fight it! Embrace your fear! Harness it! Using it for a method of rage will give you the only chance you fools have of walking out of this cell with your limbs still intact.
...If you feel you don't need the fear, then fine. You be the light, I'll be the darkness, you be the calm, I'll be the storm... you seak the peace, I'll wage this war.
The spotlight fades as The Nightmare roars into the darkness,
"IT'S SLAUGHTERIN' TIME!!!!"
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