Post by Rage on Nov 24, 2008 15:34:05 GMT -6
The scene slowly opens up with a remote AWS camera within an alleyway of downtown Atlanta, Ga. Littering the sides of the narrow passage between the two buildings, are old woren, used mattresses, some wet and moldy with mildew, as well as old musy cardboard boxes, woren from the weather as well. Taking up home upon these matresses or inside of these boxes, bums cough and hack with sicknesses that go undiagonesed and untreated. Sitting amongst them, is an errierly familiar figure, dressed in ripped and tattered jean shorts, the black t-shirt w/white lettering that states "Psychotic Pain Freak and Loving it.", a demni jean jacket over that. A pair of boots with steel tips glinting off the low light, and his ever present biker chain finisher off the look for Rage tonight.
His souless, violent blue-grey eyes scan the area, as his voice, taking on that cold calcuating, un-caring, violent tone, he speaks.
In the past month and a half those who are loyal to the AWS, fan wise as well as roster wise, have only have seen a sampling of what I have to offer, when it comes to the pain and suffering I have mapped out for them.
Smirking he lets his tongue slide out and along his lips, coating them and his two stud piercing with his saliva. Slowly looking down at his chain, his fingers toying with the links, he slowly lifts his head back up.
In that time,....Vanessa Dane, felt what it was like to see someone she cares about, be left lying in a pool of their own blood, before never being seen again in these halls. By the way Vanessa, how is poor James?
Finally he raises his eyes slowly to the camera, locking them with the lense that is directed straight at him. Letting that cold-hearted smirk only grow larger he then lets out another sick laugh, it coming as steam on the cold Atlanta night.
Then Sprit Fire....our reiging AWS T.V. champ, felt what it was like....what it was like to have pain and suffering caused by my hands. She found out just what it was like to have her brains blisfully scrambled thanks to my Rage Effect DDT. And now Sprit I hear that you have accepted J.T.'s challenge. I due hope you win, cause I myself am the one that wants to dim the "illustrious" career star of the "great" Sprit Fire. So please, whatever you do.....win...win at all costs if you need too.
That cold smirk of his giving revealing the intentions he has planned for Sprit Fire, as he doesn't even try and cover it up.
Then we come to dear....dear Faith. Ahhh my dear Faith, remember the times we had? Some good times huh? How are those fingers of yours holding up, after being shattered by that hammer hmmm?
Giving a dark long drawn out laugh, Rage then slowly scans out amongst the bums that litter the alleway.
Which brings me to my very first opnonnet. Opnonnet? No I don't like that word, how about victim?
Giving a nod as he returns his gaze to the camera, he lets that smirk of his grow even bigger.
Takeji Kimura.....a name I have heard on whispers when I was wrestling in his home country of Japan. Somewhat of a hero I guess you could call him over there.
Slowly standing up he starts to move towards the end of the alleyway and camera, his feet kicking at the bums that are close to his path, smirking and licking his lips as their yelps of pains fill his ears.
And yet everywhere I go, people call me a villan,...a heel for what I do. And what is very simple. I help the sheep, the loss souls, break the chains, see through the veil of the control that is causing them not to see the true light, by causing them pain and suffering. And yet I am booed, I am not a hero.
Pausing in mid-stride, as he feels one of the many bums pull on his leg he looks down.
Ple...ple...please sir *coughs* I need help.
Sure...here...
Helping the man up to his feet, he stares at him, before grabbing him by his grey long knotted hair. Yanking his head back, he smirks licking his lips in bliss at the fear in his eyes.
Allow me to help you understand....that your pain and suffering doesn't compare to the pain and suffering that I have gone through. But with this "helping" hand you will undersand.
With a swift kick to the older man's gut, he then drops him to the concerte, his head connecting from with a sickening thud from his Rage Effect DDT. Standing back he looks down at the bleeding bum before looking at the camera.
Call me a heel...call me a villain...I don't care, for you are blinded by the emotions that hold...that chain you down, that you don't see that I am only trying to help you.
Continuing his walk towards the camera he finally reaches it, tilting it up and causing it to zoom into his cold pericing souless blue-grey gaze
Kimura, you may call me a monster in the end just like the rest, but know that it's not my fault, I was made this way be HER!!!! And the pain and suffering that I cause others will not only be her hands, but yours as well come our match at Animosity. And at that the end of the match, you will know the blissful state that pain and suffering can bring you and others, as you lay in a pool of your own blood, realizing that what you brought to the table, wasn't good enough to give you the win. Let the pain and suffering of the AWS truly begin.
With one last laugh, Rage knocks the camera over, it filiming his retreating boots into the darkness before going snowy as the scene comes to an end.
His souless, violent blue-grey eyes scan the area, as his voice, taking on that cold calcuating, un-caring, violent tone, he speaks.
In the past month and a half those who are loyal to the AWS, fan wise as well as roster wise, have only have seen a sampling of what I have to offer, when it comes to the pain and suffering I have mapped out for them.
Smirking he lets his tongue slide out and along his lips, coating them and his two stud piercing with his saliva. Slowly looking down at his chain, his fingers toying with the links, he slowly lifts his head back up.
In that time,....Vanessa Dane, felt what it was like to see someone she cares about, be left lying in a pool of their own blood, before never being seen again in these halls. By the way Vanessa, how is poor James?
Finally he raises his eyes slowly to the camera, locking them with the lense that is directed straight at him. Letting that cold-hearted smirk only grow larger he then lets out another sick laugh, it coming as steam on the cold Atlanta night.
Then Sprit Fire....our reiging AWS T.V. champ, felt what it was like....what it was like to have pain and suffering caused by my hands. She found out just what it was like to have her brains blisfully scrambled thanks to my Rage Effect DDT. And now Sprit I hear that you have accepted J.T.'s challenge. I due hope you win, cause I myself am the one that wants to dim the "illustrious" career star of the "great" Sprit Fire. So please, whatever you do.....win...win at all costs if you need too.
That cold smirk of his giving revealing the intentions he has planned for Sprit Fire, as he doesn't even try and cover it up.
Then we come to dear....dear Faith. Ahhh my dear Faith, remember the times we had? Some good times huh? How are those fingers of yours holding up, after being shattered by that hammer hmmm?
Giving a dark long drawn out laugh, Rage then slowly scans out amongst the bums that litter the alleway.
Which brings me to my very first opnonnet. Opnonnet? No I don't like that word, how about victim?
Giving a nod as he returns his gaze to the camera, he lets that smirk of his grow even bigger.
Takeji Kimura.....a name I have heard on whispers when I was wrestling in his home country of Japan. Somewhat of a hero I guess you could call him over there.
Slowly standing up he starts to move towards the end of the alleyway and camera, his feet kicking at the bums that are close to his path, smirking and licking his lips as their yelps of pains fill his ears.
And yet everywhere I go, people call me a villan,...a heel for what I do. And what is very simple. I help the sheep, the loss souls, break the chains, see through the veil of the control that is causing them not to see the true light, by causing them pain and suffering. And yet I am booed, I am not a hero.
Pausing in mid-stride, as he feels one of the many bums pull on his leg he looks down.
Ple...ple...please sir *coughs* I need help.
Sure...here...
Helping the man up to his feet, he stares at him, before grabbing him by his grey long knotted hair. Yanking his head back, he smirks licking his lips in bliss at the fear in his eyes.
Allow me to help you understand....that your pain and suffering doesn't compare to the pain and suffering that I have gone through. But with this "helping" hand you will undersand.
With a swift kick to the older man's gut, he then drops him to the concerte, his head connecting from with a sickening thud from his Rage Effect DDT. Standing back he looks down at the bleeding bum before looking at the camera.
Call me a heel...call me a villain...I don't care, for you are blinded by the emotions that hold...that chain you down, that you don't see that I am only trying to help you.
Continuing his walk towards the camera he finally reaches it, tilting it up and causing it to zoom into his cold pericing souless blue-grey gaze
Kimura, you may call me a monster in the end just like the rest, but know that it's not my fault, I was made this way be HER!!!! And the pain and suffering that I cause others will not only be her hands, but yours as well come our match at Animosity. And at that the end of the match, you will know the blissful state that pain and suffering can bring you and others, as you lay in a pool of your own blood, realizing that what you brought to the table, wasn't good enough to give you the win. Let the pain and suffering of the AWS truly begin.
With one last laugh, Rage knocks the camera over, it filiming his retreating boots into the darkness before going snowy as the scene comes to an end.
