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The three D's
Topic Started: Nov 4 2007, 01:22 PM (54 Views)
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The scene opens in darkness, darkness so deep you can’t even see your hand in front of you. The muffling atmosphere can only belong to the residence of one man, Revolutions dominating freak, Supreme Machine. The Six-Foot-Nine freak is nowhere to be seen due to the unpenetratable darkness, but his presence can be felt even through the safety of a TV-screen. Suddenly, the spotlight illuminates the darkness, cutting it like hot knife cuts butter. Revealing the masked face of the huge monster merely inches away from the screen. SuMa stares at the lense, his cold, black eyes show no human emotion, they seem to be digging right into your soul. He groans quietly and begins to speak in a low, imposing voice.

”The altar of pain is thirsting for a new sacrifice, it is desiring new blood to be spilt on it… And we have been assigned into providing it… our target has been chosen… The time and place for the sacrifice has been decided…”

The camera pans away a bit, showing SuMa in all his glory. His massive frame is shaking of held anger, and the scarred chest is showing signs of fresh blood on it. On SuMa’s left hand, there is a vicious looking whip and suddenly SuMa swings his arm rapidly from side to side, making the whip bury itself on his flesh. A violent scream escapes his lips as blood begins to flow from the wounds the whip made to his back. He repeats the same movement twice, then drops on one knee, speaking from underneath his flowing hair that veils his bowed head.

”Nick Shaw.. Do not take this personally… You are just unfortunate enough to have crossed paths with us… Or rather, us crossing paths with Stryfe… He offered us a deal we couldn’t refuse… The means and opportunity to exert our Three D’s on someone… Demolition… Destruction… Devastation… Shaw, you were that someone… And this match. When we win it… You are going to be defending your X-Division title in a match you have never been in, a match you don’t want to be in… A match so brutal, the sheer thought of it freezes your soul… a Match where everything goes… And we are not talking about your usual Tables ladders and Chairs-stuff.. Compared to what we got in store for you, those feel like Tender Loving Care…”

SuMa moves the whip infront of his eyes and continues

”You know Shaw, you must think we are crazy, mutilating our own skin with this… But what you fail to realize… Is that we are merely numbing our nerves… Making them impervious to pain… Make em embrace and enjoy the orgasmic rush that runs through them as we put our body to the very limit… Pain is like a drug, when you are subjected to it long enough… Your body begins to crave for it… Needs it to survive. That is why we lash at ourselves, to give it what it wants… And to truly feel the destruction we will unleash on our opponents. The Altar of Pain is more than a religion, it is a lifestyle… One that was forced on us… One we will force on anyone who is unfortunate enough to be pitted against our supremacy. Shaw: You will be our ultimate testament, our final trial by fire. After we have sent you on a rollercoaster ride to the very depths of the most primitive human instincts… You will need every inch of self preservation to survive through us… For we aren’t just a monster… We are the Destruction Personified. We are the ultimate fighter, a Logical and systematical Machine thriving on destruction, We will demolish your body limb at a time, leaving you devastated, wishing you had never signed up no EWF”

SuMa puts the whip aside and rises up, staring right at the camera again.

”Shaw, cherish these moments, as they will be your last. At Revolution, rules will be binding us, but after we win and set the stipulations for our titlematch, there is nothing, AND WE MEAN NOTHING that will prevent us from imposing our will on you, using our utmost power to physically destroying you. You can beg, you can plead, you can pray for your pathetic life, but it will have no effect on us… It will only make us more bloodthirsty… When we face in the ring, we expect you to be a man and fight us with all your power. If you don’t come out with your A-game, we will send you to the slaughter like you were nothing but a sheep, we will dismantle you so badly that not even your mother will be able to tell your face from your foot… You will be destroyed.. You can bet on it.”

SuMa turns his back to the camera, beginning to walk into the darkness. His last sentence echoes from the depths of the unseen room with a booming voice.

”Shaw, one more thing: If you think “Brains always beat Brawn”, you are wrong, dead wrong. As We are more than just a mindless monster. Sure, that saying might be correct, but when you combine Brain with Brawn, you get the ultimate combination. Shaw, at Revolution, you will meet your judge. You will meet the destruction personified”

SuMa keeps a slight break and you can hear the cracking sound of a whip breaking air before landing on flesh, followed by the last exploding declaration delivered in a loud, creaming voice reflecting agony.

”AT REVOLUTION, YOU WILL MEET THE SUPREME MACHINE”

The scream is left echoing in the darkness as the feed fades to black
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