| TheForsaken | Date: Thursday, 2011/08/25, 10:15 PM | Message # 1 |
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| .:The camera fades into a beach just a few short miles south of the Golden Gate bridge. Between the lights on the bridge, and a full moon, Damien Winters can be easily made out among the shadows of the rocks and cliffs overlooking the desolate shore. He is sitting on a rock looking out into the ocean with a seemingly blank stare, apparently deep in thought.:.
"They say silence is golden."
.:His voice rings out into the crisp San Francisco air accompanying only the waves, and the occasional engine roaring from above the coast.:.
"At this point though, it seems the only thing we'll be hearing from Willy, is his screams of agony next week when we both make our highly anticipated, and utterly pointless debuts. Of course, I'm sure you all know which is which."
.:He turns towards the camera.:.
"William... Wallace... Macgregor... I may be a little crazy, but at least I know who... And what... I am."
.:His face turns to a scowl.:.
"I am forsaken. I am the man who walks in the shadows. I am the man who caters to the blood lust that these fans have come to love to hate. I am the man that takes as much pain and punishment as anyone can dish out, yet continues to give more. I am Damien Winters."
.:He breathes in deeply and closes his eyes.:.
"You see, Willy, we have some good news and some bad news. The good news is, your debut, you get to be the good guy. You get to be the one that the fans want to win. Because me, I'm the one that fans love to hate. I'm the nightmare, the killer, the antagonist. I'm the one that is always that much more... Evil... You may not be a good guy, hell, you may not even give a fuck what the fans want. But it doesn't matter. because no one, not even Adolph fucking Hitler could compare to what I am going to bring to the EWA. You see, right now, the fans are screaming for guys like Crimson Blaze, guys like Thrax, guys like El Pablo. They're screaming in support of these puppets, these guys that just can't seem to do wrong. Starting with Rising From The Flames, they'll be screaming for a whole new reason. Starting August 30th, these fans will be screaming in terror. They will be mortified at the things that I will do to you Willy. You see, this is not just a debut. This is the dawning of a new era. This is the REM before the nightmare. In less then one week, the fans, the staff, and the roster of the EWA will see evil at it's finest, and soon, my reign of terror will not only make them shudder, but eventually, each and every one of them will be bowing in fear. You're nothing more then a bloody fucking stepping stone in my rise to power."
.:A slight sadistic smirk comes over him as he continues.:.
"The bad news? This debut, for you, will be the last time you will step foot in a wrestling ring. You can throw as much as you want at me Willy. As a matter of fact, I encourage it. I'm a pain junkie, and it's been way too long since I've had a good fix, but the bottom line is, when it's all said and done and our blood is spilt on that canvas, you will have bitten off far more then you can chew. Your little multiple-personality ex-alchoholic gimmick won't work here Willy, at least, not as long as there is a single breath in my body. Welcome to the EWA Willy, enjoy it while you can, because soon, the only thing that will keep you warm at night is a nice bottle of scotch. You threw in the towel once like the coward you are, just do yourself a favor and do it again, because to be honest, ripping it from your cold dead hands... You might not enjoy so much. Willy, I know you're a Scot, so you should know all about harsh winters... But this one... You're just... not... ready for."
.:Winters stares back out on the ocean.:.
"The EWA is soon to be my very own playground of pain, my very own bounce house of blood, my very own garden of gore. Willy is just the beginning. The last stop on my journey? Let's just say I already have my eyes on the prize, and in due time, it will all come to pass. Consider this a warning, because I won't stop until I've finished what I've started. Winter is coming early boys, get ready."
.:A sadistic laugh carries out into the night as the camera pans over to the Golden Gate Bridge, zooms in on it, unfocuses, and finally fades.:.
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