Post by princesslove on Dec 16, 2010 10:55:19 GMT -5
THE DEMONIC ANGEL
The arena is silent...
The backstage hallways are silent...
Everything is silent. It is midnight in the GZWA World. Everyone is asleep, and everything is calm as the workers commemorate a long hard week of blood, sweat and tears with a little rest and relaxation in their respective rooms. It's almost an eerie silence, as all of the lights have been dimmed, making it almost impossible to see. A cameraman, awakened by the sounds of loud footsteps and a heavy breath, turns down a small corner in order to trace the sound, wherever it's coming from...whoever it's coming from. The sounds are faint, but the scary feeling emmitting from it makes it more and more possible to hear. The cameraman can feel something wet on his boots as he walks. He looks down. Blood. A long, dark trail of still fresh blood leads all the way down the backstage hallways, and at the front of it all is a male figure. The cameraman runs...quickly, hastily and almost excitedly, but scared to figure out who is behind this. As he nears, he realizes that the figure is none other than Omega, and he stops. He follows him slowly as he drags his feet on the floor, looking weak. He coughs loudly as he quietly breathes. He knows there's someone behind him. This could be the perfect time to say what needs to be said. All is quiet as he continues to walk. The trail of blood continues.
"I am...I am content. I am proud. Not too long ago...I had a face -off against the Deadman...The Phenom...The Undertaker. And my point still stands. This is still my world. Even the king...has his off nights. This was exactly what had happened. It was an OFF. NIGHT. Taker is a powerful being. But if he thinks that he has the ability to dethrone me by chokeslamming me through a block of wood and paper...? Heh...he is fucking mistaken. Honestly enough...this is a battle of one-upmanship, and you've taken the first strike. Taker...enjoy it, because that strike was your last, and your demise is near."
Omega takes a second to breath...to take in the midnight air as the trail continues. His face hasn't been shown as of yet. Because of that, the laugh that suddenly escapes his throat is even more menacing. The cameraman starts to shake, affecting the quality of the video being taken.
"You know...every thing I do in life...no matter how disturbing or unreal or impossible it may seem...everything I do in life, I do for a purpose. I know for a fact that the reason why you are here right now...is because you followed the trail of blood that I have created. This blood...my blood...blood I've drawn out of my body by means of self-mutilation. This blood holds some kind of significance to me, and to my world. It signifies the blood of the people before me...the people I've defeated to get to where I am now. It signifies the blood of the lost and damned. You see Taker...you're not the only one with the powers around here. You triggered an air of bloodlust inside of me and without it, I would never have survived this road to the top; to the final stop, where the gold awaits. Taker, I've done way more than you to get here. I've fought harder, I've trained more, and most importantly...I've experienced more pain than you, my friend. They say what doesn't kill you comes back for seconds, but for me, what doesn't kill me makes me stronger. WAY stronger. And because of that I think that I've recieved all the strength I can, even to destroy a legend of your stature. Soon enough...devils WILL cry...and the blood is theirs...proof of my victory. Proof that I will truly have the holy grail! I. Am..."
The cameraman faints. Transmission is lost.
Everything is silent...
The arena is silent...
The backstage hallways are silent...
Everything is silent. It is midnight in the GZWA World. Everyone is asleep, and everything is calm as the workers commemorate a long hard week of blood, sweat and tears with a little rest and relaxation in their respective rooms. It's almost an eerie silence, as all of the lights have been dimmed, making it almost impossible to see. A cameraman, awakened by the sounds of loud footsteps and a heavy breath, turns down a small corner in order to trace the sound, wherever it's coming from...whoever it's coming from. The sounds are faint, but the scary feeling emmitting from it makes it more and more possible to hear. The cameraman can feel something wet on his boots as he walks. He looks down. Blood. A long, dark trail of still fresh blood leads all the way down the backstage hallways, and at the front of it all is a male figure. The cameraman runs...quickly, hastily and almost excitedly, but scared to figure out who is behind this. As he nears, he realizes that the figure is none other than Omega, and he stops. He follows him slowly as he drags his feet on the floor, looking weak. He coughs loudly as he quietly breathes. He knows there's someone behind him. This could be the perfect time to say what needs to be said. All is quiet as he continues to walk. The trail of blood continues.
"I am...I am content. I am proud. Not too long ago...I had a face -off against the Deadman...The Phenom...The Undertaker. And my point still stands. This is still my world. Even the king...has his off nights. This was exactly what had happened. It was an OFF. NIGHT. Taker is a powerful being. But if he thinks that he has the ability to dethrone me by chokeslamming me through a block of wood and paper...? Heh...he is fucking mistaken. Honestly enough...this is a battle of one-upmanship, and you've taken the first strike. Taker...enjoy it, because that strike was your last, and your demise is near."
Omega takes a second to breath...to take in the midnight air as the trail continues. His face hasn't been shown as of yet. Because of that, the laugh that suddenly escapes his throat is even more menacing. The cameraman starts to shake, affecting the quality of the video being taken.
"You know...every thing I do in life...no matter how disturbing or unreal or impossible it may seem...everything I do in life, I do for a purpose. I know for a fact that the reason why you are here right now...is because you followed the trail of blood that I have created. This blood...my blood...blood I've drawn out of my body by means of self-mutilation. This blood holds some kind of significance to me, and to my world. It signifies the blood of the people before me...the people I've defeated to get to where I am now. It signifies the blood of the lost and damned. You see Taker...you're not the only one with the powers around here. You triggered an air of bloodlust inside of me and without it, I would never have survived this road to the top; to the final stop, where the gold awaits. Taker, I've done way more than you to get here. I've fought harder, I've trained more, and most importantly...I've experienced more pain than you, my friend. They say what doesn't kill you comes back for seconds, but for me, what doesn't kill me makes me stronger. WAY stronger. And because of that I think that I've recieved all the strength I can, even to destroy a legend of your stature. Soon enough...devils WILL cry...and the blood is theirs...proof of my victory. Proof that I will truly have the holy grail! I. Am..."
The cameraman faints. Transmission is lost.
Everything is silent...