Post by Nightmare on Jan 23, 2007 17:01:00 GMT -5
As the story continues, demon finds himself in a peculiar predicament.
And will by any means necessary find a way out of it.
Man has been having delusions, ones about being more of a demon than demon itself.
And the real demon will gladly reintroduce him to reality.
It appears that the conflict has finally been introduced.
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(When the pixels of your screen order themselves accordingly, we can see the living area of Nightmare’s home. A very large window overlooking the countryside, black leather furniture consisting of an armchair, a sofa, and a loveseat describes the setting. But something is different. Of course when we come into focus we don’t see Gregory Hanson playing Nintendo 64 with his friends. Instead what we see is much more unnerving, yet a familiar site. NIGHTMARE has turned over the armchair, has torn off the leather on the left arm of the loveseat, and we just focus in time to see him throw the coffee table out the window with a loud crash and an angry scream. But if nobody’s there… will they hear it?)
(Well, there’s someone there, that being SAM, ICE, JIM, and BILL watching the destruction, keeping a safe distance of course. ICE has hidden himself behind the kitchen counter in the adjacent room with his precious bottle of Captain Morgan Original Spiced Rum, taking long gulps of it. SAM has backed himself against the corner, not daring to move, his mouth and eyes wide open. JIM has buried himself under the kitchen table, peeking between the legs of the chairs. And BILL, probably not the smartest of the four, has been standing just outside the room, gazing at yet more destruction from nearly around the corner. The destruction this time in NIGHTMARE’s own home.)
NIGHTMARE – (angry, yelling) Who the (BLEEP) does he think he is?!
(NIGHTMARE puts a once again bleeding still bruised fist through one of the picture frames hanging on the wall. The glass shatters and NIGHTMARE throws the frame across the room, sliding to BILL’s feet. His eyes don’t leave NIGHTMARE whose hands are dripping blood, glass deep in his knuckles. The picture is one taken by a photographer of NIGHTMARE choking the life out of Joey Malone in his first contest in the NAPW.)
NIGHTMARE – (angry, yelling) Who the (BLEEP) does he think he’s dealing with?!
(NIGHTMARE grabs a fire poker from the fireplace adjacent to the TV and smashes the glass covering the fireplace. Glass spreads everywhere with a resounding CRASH. Everyone in the room except for NIGHTMARE blinks and flinches with the impact. None of them dare to move, to make a sound.)
NIGHTMARE – (angry, yelling) I guess I’ll just have to teach him a lesson. Won’t I?!
(Still holding the fire poker, NIGHTMARE faces his huge TV, the result of the whole gang’s hard work and putting their money together to buy it, yells as he puts his shoe through the screen with a violent kick. He pulls his foot out of the TV, yanks down on the TV bringing it face down on the floor with a huge BOOM. Electricity and sparks fly, smoke rising from the television. NIGHTMARE raises the fire poker, and brings it down hard and fast, right to the back of the TV. JIM has been staring in remorse at the TV as it dies, almost mourning, his mouth wide open. NIGHTMARE finally stops the relentless attack on the TV, tossing the fireplace poker down at the floor with a TWANG. He breathes deeply and heavily, still angrily grunting, his teeth gritted. For a long time everyone is silent.)
JIM – Was that really necessary?
(Maybe that wasn’t the smartest thing to say. NIGHTMARE shoots a very angry look at JIM that says “Another word and I’ll be obliged to help you join it.” JIM is quiet from then on.)
BILL – Gregory… What is going on?
(BILL is hardly able to finish the question before NIGHTMARE angrily answers.)
NIGHTMARE – Oh, you wanna know what’s going on? I’ll tell you what’s going on! That (BLEEP), Young, that’s what’s going on! You know what he takes me for? A (BLEEP)ing joke, Bill! A (BLEEP)ING JOKE!
(With the word “joke” in his reply, he turns over the black leather loveseat with a loud BANG, forcing BILL to jump back. Still fuming, NIGHTMARE stares into BILL’s eyes, then gazes around the room at ICE peeking his slightly wrinkled face around the corner, SAM still up against the corner as though trying to be invisible, and JIM still staring wordlessly open-mouthed at the dead TV. The cold January wind has entered through where the window once was and is creating a chill in the room, blowing NIGHTMARE’s long hair in his face. He blows it out of his face, shaking his head to the side, slightly.)
SAM – (clearly frightened) Well, is there, um, anything we can do to hel—
NIGHTMARE – NO! There’s NOTHING you can do right now! You’ll NEVER be able to do anything for me! NEVER!
BILL – But—
NIGHTMARE – Just get out…
(Confusion fills the eyes of all in the room, JIM now looking up at NIGHTMARE with a raised eyebrow.)
NIGHTMARE – Did you hear me? GET OUT!
(JIM knocks over a couple of the chairs as he scrambles to leave. No arguments from SAM, either, he’s right behind him. ICE, being the forty-eight year old man than he is, gets up as quickly as he possibly can and follows the other two. But BILL stays behind. He hasn’t moved nor has he averted his gaze.)
NIGHTMARE – Well?!
BILL – Gregory, what happened to you?
NIGHTMARE – What happened to me? I’ll tell you what happened to me!
(He tries to calm down a bit, admiring BILL’s persistence, but still angry.)
NIGHTMARE – I just lost a match that could have changed my entire career for the better. Last week I beat the Foundation, pinning Darko after a Catcher. And then what did I get for my troubles? A (BLEEP)ing chair in my throat! I coughed up blood, Bill. BLOOD!
BILL – You’ve never brought that up before. Is that what this is about?
NIGHTMARE – I know I haven’t. But it’s not what it’s about, at least not entirely. All these defeats I’ve taken… It’s fueled this anger I’ve had for a long time. Eventually it just became too much for me to handle…
(NIGHTMARE tenses up at the thought. His bruised and bloody hands clench into fists. He looks away from BILL.)
NIGHTMARE – (almost a whisper, trying to suppress his anger) You should go…
(BILL just nods and walks away slowly. NIGHTMARE quickly looks around, trying to find something else to destroy. Suddenly TIFFANY comes around the corner. She tries to get close to him.)
TIFFANY – Gregory!
NIGHTMARE – No! Back off.
(She stops in her tracks, just outside the living room. She looks around at the destruction, confused and scared.)
TIFFANY – What’s the matter?
NIGHTMARE – (angry again, yelling) What’s the MATTER?! It’s none of your GOD DAMN BUSINESS! Just stay OUT OF IT! You hear me? STAY OUT OF IT!
(NIGHTMARE picks up a picture from the mantel and throws it out the broken window, taking off a piece of broken glass still on the frame. TIFFANY runs out the back door to her car, tears in her eyes, escaping NIGHTMARE’s enraged demolition. When NIGHTMARE sees she has left, he looks around frantically for something else to destroy. Having found nothing, he turns toward the camera.)
NIGHTMARE – (frustrated, angry) For some reason, NAPW feels it necessary to follow me around, always keeping a camera on me. Couldn’t get enough of that little escapade last night, could you? You thought you’d come and see me destroy something else, didn’t you? Well are you done? What? You want me to cut a promo, is that it? You want to hear what Nightmare has to say?
Fine. Fine! You want me to say something about Thomas Young, do you? The man seems more interested in talking about “DWA” than anything! Listen here, Young, this is NAPW! NAPW! Not DWA! You come out here and go on a ridiculous rant on how DWA was (BLEEP), and how I am (BLEEP). Here’s what I have to say to that, Young:
(BLEEP) YOU! (BLEEP) YOU ALL TO HELL!
Because this Friday I’m gonna show you exactly what it’s like to be in the opposite corner of the ring of an enraged lunatic. I won’t just be smashing lockers, Young, I’ll be smashing heads, namely one: YOURS!
You brag about how you’ve experience the Dream Catcher first hand? Fine. So you might know the most powerful weapon in my arsenal. Might. And after I Catch you on Friday, you can go ahead and pretend like it didn’t hurt, because you’ll know that once I get my hands around your throat it’s all over. You’ll know that your nightmare will end, but your losing streak will continue.
You talk about how I am pathetic. For releasing bottled up anger? If you knew the kind of anger and frustration I have right now you wouldn’t have any problem with my destroying locker rooms. I’ll tell you right now that if you don’t want to end up like Wayne Wright you’ll let your anger go this Friday. Or does it even matter? I know some moves, some techniques that not even you, the man with the gift of “the ability to comprehend life and how things work greater than any human” could comprehend. And I intend to let them all lose.
Lack of tag team experience? Was it not me who beat you last week? Was it not me with the help of Matthew Kurtis that defeated the Foundation last week? I won that match, and I was about to just let it all go. Let the Foundation out of my mind, but then you went and did something incredibly stupid. You know what it was; you brought it up, ass clown. You had me coughing up blood, Young, I’ll give you that. But remember, turnabout’s fair play. And until Cold Snap, I’ve got some friends of my own.
And regarding this recycle throughout the Foundation. It’s all going to end. I may not win on Friday, Young. I know that. But even if I don’t, I will not quit until I’ve Caught and pinned the entire Foundation. It would appear to me that this Tag Team Gauntlet at Cold Snap is the perfect opportunity to do just that. So keep in mind, I’ll be bringing my all to our match on Friday, but the war between The Foundation and the Nightmare ends at Cold Snap. I will make sure of it. And speaking of Dio Muerte, I have some unfinished business with him to deal with as well…
I told the officials at NAPW the very moment I heard about this gauntlet that I didn’t want anything to do with the Kurtis Brothers. I still to this day don’t want anything to do with them. They’re just gonna drag me down. That’s why even if they lose in this gauntlet, I will win. I intend to Catch and pin all three of you. It starts with you, Young, on Friday. That way I go into Cold Snap with a victory on my conscience, and even more motivation to walk out having Caught and pinned the likes of them who call themselves “The Foundation.”
That’s the reality that you’ve caught yourselves up in, Foundation. Deal with it.
(NIGHTMARE takes a deep breath to calm himself down. It doesn’t work. It will never work. Until The Dream Demon has Caught and pinned the entire Foundation… he will never find peace. Fade to black.)
===
And demon will not relent from the onslaught of pain, anger and hate.
Nor can man even begin to comprehend the madness that awaits him.
And will by any means necessary find a way out of it.
Man has been having delusions, ones about being more of a demon than demon itself.
And the real demon will gladly reintroduce him to reality.
It appears that the conflict has finally been introduced.
===
(When the pixels of your screen order themselves accordingly, we can see the living area of Nightmare’s home. A very large window overlooking the countryside, black leather furniture consisting of an armchair, a sofa, and a loveseat describes the setting. But something is different. Of course when we come into focus we don’t see Gregory Hanson playing Nintendo 64 with his friends. Instead what we see is much more unnerving, yet a familiar site. NIGHTMARE has turned over the armchair, has torn off the leather on the left arm of the loveseat, and we just focus in time to see him throw the coffee table out the window with a loud crash and an angry scream. But if nobody’s there… will they hear it?)
(Well, there’s someone there, that being SAM, ICE, JIM, and BILL watching the destruction, keeping a safe distance of course. ICE has hidden himself behind the kitchen counter in the adjacent room with his precious bottle of Captain Morgan Original Spiced Rum, taking long gulps of it. SAM has backed himself against the corner, not daring to move, his mouth and eyes wide open. JIM has buried himself under the kitchen table, peeking between the legs of the chairs. And BILL, probably not the smartest of the four, has been standing just outside the room, gazing at yet more destruction from nearly around the corner. The destruction this time in NIGHTMARE’s own home.)
NIGHTMARE – (angry, yelling) Who the (BLEEP) does he think he is?!
(NIGHTMARE puts a once again bleeding still bruised fist through one of the picture frames hanging on the wall. The glass shatters and NIGHTMARE throws the frame across the room, sliding to BILL’s feet. His eyes don’t leave NIGHTMARE whose hands are dripping blood, glass deep in his knuckles. The picture is one taken by a photographer of NIGHTMARE choking the life out of Joey Malone in his first contest in the NAPW.)
NIGHTMARE – (angry, yelling) Who the (BLEEP) does he think he’s dealing with?!
(NIGHTMARE grabs a fire poker from the fireplace adjacent to the TV and smashes the glass covering the fireplace. Glass spreads everywhere with a resounding CRASH. Everyone in the room except for NIGHTMARE blinks and flinches with the impact. None of them dare to move, to make a sound.)
NIGHTMARE – (angry, yelling) I guess I’ll just have to teach him a lesson. Won’t I?!
(Still holding the fire poker, NIGHTMARE faces his huge TV, the result of the whole gang’s hard work and putting their money together to buy it, yells as he puts his shoe through the screen with a violent kick. He pulls his foot out of the TV, yanks down on the TV bringing it face down on the floor with a huge BOOM. Electricity and sparks fly, smoke rising from the television. NIGHTMARE raises the fire poker, and brings it down hard and fast, right to the back of the TV. JIM has been staring in remorse at the TV as it dies, almost mourning, his mouth wide open. NIGHTMARE finally stops the relentless attack on the TV, tossing the fireplace poker down at the floor with a TWANG. He breathes deeply and heavily, still angrily grunting, his teeth gritted. For a long time everyone is silent.)
JIM – Was that really necessary?
(Maybe that wasn’t the smartest thing to say. NIGHTMARE shoots a very angry look at JIM that says “Another word and I’ll be obliged to help you join it.” JIM is quiet from then on.)
BILL – Gregory… What is going on?
(BILL is hardly able to finish the question before NIGHTMARE angrily answers.)
NIGHTMARE – Oh, you wanna know what’s going on? I’ll tell you what’s going on! That (BLEEP), Young, that’s what’s going on! You know what he takes me for? A (BLEEP)ing joke, Bill! A (BLEEP)ING JOKE!
(With the word “joke” in his reply, he turns over the black leather loveseat with a loud BANG, forcing BILL to jump back. Still fuming, NIGHTMARE stares into BILL’s eyes, then gazes around the room at ICE peeking his slightly wrinkled face around the corner, SAM still up against the corner as though trying to be invisible, and JIM still staring wordlessly open-mouthed at the dead TV. The cold January wind has entered through where the window once was and is creating a chill in the room, blowing NIGHTMARE’s long hair in his face. He blows it out of his face, shaking his head to the side, slightly.)
SAM – (clearly frightened) Well, is there, um, anything we can do to hel—
NIGHTMARE – NO! There’s NOTHING you can do right now! You’ll NEVER be able to do anything for me! NEVER!
BILL – But—
NIGHTMARE – Just get out…
(Confusion fills the eyes of all in the room, JIM now looking up at NIGHTMARE with a raised eyebrow.)
NIGHTMARE – Did you hear me? GET OUT!
(JIM knocks over a couple of the chairs as he scrambles to leave. No arguments from SAM, either, he’s right behind him. ICE, being the forty-eight year old man than he is, gets up as quickly as he possibly can and follows the other two. But BILL stays behind. He hasn’t moved nor has he averted his gaze.)
NIGHTMARE – Well?!
BILL – Gregory, what happened to you?
NIGHTMARE – What happened to me? I’ll tell you what happened to me!
(He tries to calm down a bit, admiring BILL’s persistence, but still angry.)
NIGHTMARE – I just lost a match that could have changed my entire career for the better. Last week I beat the Foundation, pinning Darko after a Catcher. And then what did I get for my troubles? A (BLEEP)ing chair in my throat! I coughed up blood, Bill. BLOOD!
BILL – You’ve never brought that up before. Is that what this is about?
NIGHTMARE – I know I haven’t. But it’s not what it’s about, at least not entirely. All these defeats I’ve taken… It’s fueled this anger I’ve had for a long time. Eventually it just became too much for me to handle…
(NIGHTMARE tenses up at the thought. His bruised and bloody hands clench into fists. He looks away from BILL.)
NIGHTMARE – (almost a whisper, trying to suppress his anger) You should go…
(BILL just nods and walks away slowly. NIGHTMARE quickly looks around, trying to find something else to destroy. Suddenly TIFFANY comes around the corner. She tries to get close to him.)
TIFFANY – Gregory!
NIGHTMARE – No! Back off.
(She stops in her tracks, just outside the living room. She looks around at the destruction, confused and scared.)
TIFFANY – What’s the matter?
NIGHTMARE – (angry again, yelling) What’s the MATTER?! It’s none of your GOD DAMN BUSINESS! Just stay OUT OF IT! You hear me? STAY OUT OF IT!
(NIGHTMARE picks up a picture from the mantel and throws it out the broken window, taking off a piece of broken glass still on the frame. TIFFANY runs out the back door to her car, tears in her eyes, escaping NIGHTMARE’s enraged demolition. When NIGHTMARE sees she has left, he looks around frantically for something else to destroy. Having found nothing, he turns toward the camera.)
NIGHTMARE – (frustrated, angry) For some reason, NAPW feels it necessary to follow me around, always keeping a camera on me. Couldn’t get enough of that little escapade last night, could you? You thought you’d come and see me destroy something else, didn’t you? Well are you done? What? You want me to cut a promo, is that it? You want to hear what Nightmare has to say?
Fine. Fine! You want me to say something about Thomas Young, do you? The man seems more interested in talking about “DWA” than anything! Listen here, Young, this is NAPW! NAPW! Not DWA! You come out here and go on a ridiculous rant on how DWA was (BLEEP), and how I am (BLEEP). Here’s what I have to say to that, Young:
(BLEEP) YOU! (BLEEP) YOU ALL TO HELL!
Because this Friday I’m gonna show you exactly what it’s like to be in the opposite corner of the ring of an enraged lunatic. I won’t just be smashing lockers, Young, I’ll be smashing heads, namely one: YOURS!
You brag about how you’ve experience the Dream Catcher first hand? Fine. So you might know the most powerful weapon in my arsenal. Might. And after I Catch you on Friday, you can go ahead and pretend like it didn’t hurt, because you’ll know that once I get my hands around your throat it’s all over. You’ll know that your nightmare will end, but your losing streak will continue.
You talk about how I am pathetic. For releasing bottled up anger? If you knew the kind of anger and frustration I have right now you wouldn’t have any problem with my destroying locker rooms. I’ll tell you right now that if you don’t want to end up like Wayne Wright you’ll let your anger go this Friday. Or does it even matter? I know some moves, some techniques that not even you, the man with the gift of “the ability to comprehend life and how things work greater than any human” could comprehend. And I intend to let them all lose.
Lack of tag team experience? Was it not me who beat you last week? Was it not me with the help of Matthew Kurtis that defeated the Foundation last week? I won that match, and I was about to just let it all go. Let the Foundation out of my mind, but then you went and did something incredibly stupid. You know what it was; you brought it up, ass clown. You had me coughing up blood, Young, I’ll give you that. But remember, turnabout’s fair play. And until Cold Snap, I’ve got some friends of my own.
And regarding this recycle throughout the Foundation. It’s all going to end. I may not win on Friday, Young. I know that. But even if I don’t, I will not quit until I’ve Caught and pinned the entire Foundation. It would appear to me that this Tag Team Gauntlet at Cold Snap is the perfect opportunity to do just that. So keep in mind, I’ll be bringing my all to our match on Friday, but the war between The Foundation and the Nightmare ends at Cold Snap. I will make sure of it. And speaking of Dio Muerte, I have some unfinished business with him to deal with as well…
I told the officials at NAPW the very moment I heard about this gauntlet that I didn’t want anything to do with the Kurtis Brothers. I still to this day don’t want anything to do with them. They’re just gonna drag me down. That’s why even if they lose in this gauntlet, I will win. I intend to Catch and pin all three of you. It starts with you, Young, on Friday. That way I go into Cold Snap with a victory on my conscience, and even more motivation to walk out having Caught and pinned the likes of them who call themselves “The Foundation.”
That’s the reality that you’ve caught yourselves up in, Foundation. Deal with it.
(NIGHTMARE takes a deep breath to calm himself down. It doesn’t work. It will never work. Until The Dream Demon has Caught and pinned the entire Foundation… he will never find peace. Fade to black.)
===
And demon will not relent from the onslaught of pain, anger and hate.
Nor can man even begin to comprehend the madness that awaits him.