Post by Hayden Newsom on Feb 16, 2017 11:10:02 GMT -5
The scene opens up; the cameras zoom in on a very muscularly built man chained in some sort of dungeon lair. He has a black cloth pulled down over his face as his entire upper body area have been whipped and beaten as gashes are spread apart on his body. Blood oozing out of his wounds while the camera looks around in his dark, cold, and creepy lair. Beneath a table tucked down under it appears a pair of gray eyes. The eyes are staring at the camera while the head starts to cock a little to each side. It just slightly opens its mouth and hisses at the camera.
“Welcome to my hell!”
He looks around the lair with his eyes.
“Punishment takes part in this very room. Those who are disloyal to the creator of the universe are often punished here. You see that poor mere mortal chained up, just loosely hanging from his imprisonment?”
The cameras look back at the man.
“He thought he was going to turn his back on us. He thought he was going to do what was best for him and nobody else. Well, I have taken that mortal’s soul and I am transforming him into a beast. A caged animal. An animal that can engulf all sort of pain, misery, and suffering. He will no longer be a man that speaks. He will be spoken for and he attacks when I unleash him on his upcoming victims. He will forever be remembered, viewed, and seen as a monster terrorizing the NAW!”
The eyes close and there’s just completely darkness under the table.
“Who is it, you might ask?”
Just as he says it, the man with the black cloth pull over his head drops his head in weakness. As he does this, the cloth falls to the floor and Mike Smith appears to be the man. There’s laughter in the background as the cameras zoom in on Mike Smith’s face: batted, bruised, and bloodied.
“Yes, yes, Mike Smith. He thought he was going to leave my father hanging on by a thread. He thought he owed my father no thanks for salvaging his career. Mike Smith paid the consequences and he now knows he is indebted to my father for his entire existence on this miserable planet, and then some. He will be my animal. I am imbedding him with the ability to sniff out any weakness of his opponents and attack at a drop of a hat.”
He opens his eyes.
“Who am I? I’m your worst nightmare. Sutton, you need not to be concerned with anything Mike Smith previously because his words were just his foolish pride. He wants that championship, but not for him, but as a sacrifice to my father. He wants to not just end your reign, but send a message to you that if you think you are going to chase the Legacy Championship… you will be phased out forever. Sutton, your arrogance is your greatest downfall. You speak with such disrespectful arrogance that it shows just how afraid you are of stepping inside the ring with Mike Smith: a newfound animal. Sutton, I would suggest you go back and review the damage Mike Smith has unleashed on this pitiful company and see it for the first-time in your career. You are still a rookie in this company, trying to yearn your way to the top. But every time you try to get to the top, you have encountered another roadblock. Well, Mike Smith is your biggest roadblock and he will CRUSH you! He won’t think of it as nothing when he’s all said and done. He is going to overwhelm you with power, strength, and dominance that you won’t be able to comprehend those very concepts. I hope you realize by disrespecting my father Sutton, you have made yourself an enemy in the underworld. You have made yourself a huge target and wearing it proudly on your back is just going to make you an even bigger idiot.”
He starts to slide his feet closer out of the darkness, but the darkness of beneath the table is still overpowering, but his lips are now viewable.
“Animal, tell him.”
He growls over at Mike Smith as Mike’s eyes slowly start to stutter open. He grits his teeth to speak, but all that comes out his gurgling. That strange laughter is once again heard from under the table.
“I told you, he’s no longer in any condition to speak, Sutton. You don’t have to worry about his little sad stories any longer. You just have to worry about what he’s going to do to you in that ring. The suffering you have promised your opponents will be turned back around onto you. That arrogance you hold so dear to your heart is going to rammed down your little mortal throat. You are going to be left just a mere mortal in the ring. No different than every other mortal who has made the great mistake of disrespecting my father.”
He closes his eyes and smirks.
“Sutton, if you try to look for a figure in the bleachers or beneath the ring, you will be wasting your time. Any second you taking looking for me, you are giving Mike Smith numerous opportunities to kill your spirit! I will be lurking in the darkness, waiting to strike. You won’t know when and you won’t know how. All you will feel is my suffering taking you over. But for now, you will feel Mike Smith’s suffering. You will feel the pain of losing your cherished little championship at St. Valentine’s Massacre and soon become the vulnerable soul of souls. The funeral of Sutton is not coming up anytime soon, but the funeral of Sutton’s Horizon Championship reign is. Going back to the man who loss match after match after match is what you’re indeed looking toward. You will relapse and addiction will be the ultimate death of your existence.”
He opens his eyes wide and starts to laugh. The cameras zoom back onto Mike Smith as they fade out with the badly beaten Mike Smith just chained up like a helpless victim.
“Welcome to my hell!”
He looks around the lair with his eyes.
“Punishment takes part in this very room. Those who are disloyal to the creator of the universe are often punished here. You see that poor mere mortal chained up, just loosely hanging from his imprisonment?”
The cameras look back at the man.
“He thought he was going to turn his back on us. He thought he was going to do what was best for him and nobody else. Well, I have taken that mortal’s soul and I am transforming him into a beast. A caged animal. An animal that can engulf all sort of pain, misery, and suffering. He will no longer be a man that speaks. He will be spoken for and he attacks when I unleash him on his upcoming victims. He will forever be remembered, viewed, and seen as a monster terrorizing the NAW!”
The eyes close and there’s just completely darkness under the table.
“Who is it, you might ask?”
Just as he says it, the man with the black cloth pull over his head drops his head in weakness. As he does this, the cloth falls to the floor and Mike Smith appears to be the man. There’s laughter in the background as the cameras zoom in on Mike Smith’s face: batted, bruised, and bloodied.
“Yes, yes, Mike Smith. He thought he was going to leave my father hanging on by a thread. He thought he owed my father no thanks for salvaging his career. Mike Smith paid the consequences and he now knows he is indebted to my father for his entire existence on this miserable planet, and then some. He will be my animal. I am imbedding him with the ability to sniff out any weakness of his opponents and attack at a drop of a hat.”
He opens his eyes.
“Who am I? I’m your worst nightmare. Sutton, you need not to be concerned with anything Mike Smith previously because his words were just his foolish pride. He wants that championship, but not for him, but as a sacrifice to my father. He wants to not just end your reign, but send a message to you that if you think you are going to chase the Legacy Championship… you will be phased out forever. Sutton, your arrogance is your greatest downfall. You speak with such disrespectful arrogance that it shows just how afraid you are of stepping inside the ring with Mike Smith: a newfound animal. Sutton, I would suggest you go back and review the damage Mike Smith has unleashed on this pitiful company and see it for the first-time in your career. You are still a rookie in this company, trying to yearn your way to the top. But every time you try to get to the top, you have encountered another roadblock. Well, Mike Smith is your biggest roadblock and he will CRUSH you! He won’t think of it as nothing when he’s all said and done. He is going to overwhelm you with power, strength, and dominance that you won’t be able to comprehend those very concepts. I hope you realize by disrespecting my father Sutton, you have made yourself an enemy in the underworld. You have made yourself a huge target and wearing it proudly on your back is just going to make you an even bigger idiot.”
He starts to slide his feet closer out of the darkness, but the darkness of beneath the table is still overpowering, but his lips are now viewable.
“Animal, tell him.”
He growls over at Mike Smith as Mike’s eyes slowly start to stutter open. He grits his teeth to speak, but all that comes out his gurgling. That strange laughter is once again heard from under the table.
“I told you, he’s no longer in any condition to speak, Sutton. You don’t have to worry about his little sad stories any longer. You just have to worry about what he’s going to do to you in that ring. The suffering you have promised your opponents will be turned back around onto you. That arrogance you hold so dear to your heart is going to rammed down your little mortal throat. You are going to be left just a mere mortal in the ring. No different than every other mortal who has made the great mistake of disrespecting my father.”
He closes his eyes and smirks.
“Sutton, if you try to look for a figure in the bleachers or beneath the ring, you will be wasting your time. Any second you taking looking for me, you are giving Mike Smith numerous opportunities to kill your spirit! I will be lurking in the darkness, waiting to strike. You won’t know when and you won’t know how. All you will feel is my suffering taking you over. But for now, you will feel Mike Smith’s suffering. You will feel the pain of losing your cherished little championship at St. Valentine’s Massacre and soon become the vulnerable soul of souls. The funeral of Sutton is not coming up anytime soon, but the funeral of Sutton’s Horizon Championship reign is. Going back to the man who loss match after match after match is what you’re indeed looking toward. You will relapse and addiction will be the ultimate death of your existence.”
He opens his eyes wide and starts to laugh. The cameras zoom back onto Mike Smith as they fade out with the badly beaten Mike Smith just chained up like a helpless victim.