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| Tweet Topic Started: Oct 26 2007, 01:24 PM (19 Views) | |
| suprememachine | Oct 26 2007, 01:24 PM Post #1 |
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The scene opens in darkness; an imposing atmosphere envelops the whole setting. It is damn near impossible to see any farther than your nose, so thick is the black veil that seems to smother all light that comes in contact with it. Only proof that there is life in this setting, is the rhythmical, heavy breathing that seems to be coming from nowhere and everywhere, echoing around the blackness. By listening very carefully, you can make out the distinguishable murmur associated with EWF’s newest monster, and the latest addition to Alexander Stryfe’s Gods Among Men: The Six-Foot-Nine 315 pound Freakazoid who goes by the name of Supreme Machine. The lack of illumination prevents you from seeing him, but the muttering and its topic makes it impossible to mix him as someone else “Ooh… RifleWilly got lucky… And yet he claims to teach us a lesson… He claims to teach us the “RifleWilly way”… Yet he fails to realize… He won only because he pinned Fields… That will not happen again… It won’t… And he is accelerating his own doom…” Suddenly the ever-so-creepy spotlight flares up, revealing SuMa in his whole, impressive form. His broad shoulders are tense, pushing every muscle and scar into plain view, his head bowed down. The filthy, Jet-black curls are wet from sweat, as if he had been through a workout or a match. SuMa turns around, his bare chest glowing red from what seem to be self-inflicted hits, as if he had been chopping himself. The his breathing heavily, but when he raises his head, the first thing you notice is the cold, emotionless stare emanating from his left eye, the one not covered by his hanging hair. SuMa stares the camera for a few seconds, then begins to speak in a sadistic voice. ”RifleWilly… Oh RifleWilly… Are you out of your dear mind? You survive through a match with us in it, by pinning a sorry mofo we had beaten an inch of his life, and you immediately think you can take us? We are sorry to break this to you Willy-boy, but you didn’t win, you simply survived. Yet you claim to have gone through a physically demanding bout, when pretty much all you did was use the opportunity to pin Mr. Fields after we had already disposed of him.” SuMa keeps a slight break, which is suddenly interrupted with a violent outburst of manic laughter. The laughter echoes eerily from then unseeable walls to the room, encasing the large figure of SuMa inside it. The laughter ends as suddenly as it began, with SuMa continuing to speak in a manic voice. ”RifleWilly, you know what amuses us the most? The fact that you voluntarily offer yourself as a sacrificial lamb on the altar of pain, by actually requesting a No-DQ match with us… With The Supreme Machine! We never thought that anyone in their right mind would willingly put themselves in a situation where we can do what ever we want, be it crushing your brains with a chair or putting the pathetic lump of flesh and bones you call a body, through a table with the Deus Ex Machinae. Willy-boy, you are telling that we need to feel pain… Seems like someone has not done their homework: We have felt pain, we have gone through physical abuse of such magnitude, that it would drive any normal man insane… Like it did with us… You say that size is the only thing we have… You are wrong… You fail to realize that our size is but one weapon we have… Sure, we don’t do triple backflips or anything… But when we pick you up and plant you on the mat… You realize that Size DOES matter… And Willy-boy… Should the match be a No-DQ… We strongly recommend that you do your will, say goodbye to your loved ones and order a custom-made casket… As only thing that has kept us from destroying anything and anyone in our path.. Has been a thing called rules…” SuMa raises his massive left hand into the view, clenching it into a fist before continuing ”Yes… Rules… Those have been slowing us down… But now, now that you are voluntarily requesting a no-DQ match.. A match that does not recognize rules nor boundaries… Willy-boy… Look at our body… It tells a story, a story of anguish so unbearable that we went insane trying to cope with it… And yes, we are admitting to insanity… As it’s the source of our strength… All these scars… Look at em Willy, Look at em!” The view pans down, focusing on the network of scars running up, down and across the massive chest of SuMa ”Do you see now? Do you!? Do you now see why we think you are stupid when claiming we need to feel pain? Unless you are TOTALLY BLIND, you should see that we have felt it… Felt it so thoroughly that we have come to know it! Come to Embrace it!... Willy… If you think we will be scared by your threats of hurting us… Think again. Every blow you land on us, simply feeds the fire within us, and each and every blow will be returned tenfold, as we know how to hurt someone most effectively… And with no rules… nothing to hold us back… We will demolish you… Pick you apart limb by limb… Make you hurt in places you didn’t even know to exist in your body… RifleWilly… Come Revolution… Things will not be done “The RifleWilly Way”. They will be done in OUR WAY! For we are Relentless… Merciless… Systematical… Logical… A Freak… A Monster… A Machine…” The camera pans up again, zooming only an inch away from the cold, almost black eye of SuMa ”THE SUPREME MACHINE” the view pans away, showing SuMa bowing his head and dropping on one knee, returning to the now familiar muttering he is so known for. The spotlight dies as rapidly as it lit up, and the last thing we see or hear, is the same heavy breathing that started this whole odd promo. |
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