Post by Nightmare on Feb 15, 2007 15:41:14 GMT -5
The battle between man and demon has ended.
But the sea of fire that is demon's rage continues to grow.
And man continues to fight this sea of fire with swords.
And it is apparent that this battle can not be won.
For man, it can only be lost.[/color]
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"Aboard the Queen Anne's Revenge"
You once knew a man who thought nothing of himself, and only of the fans'. You once knew a man who fought for honor, and for dignity. You once knew a proud wrestler by the name of Gregory Hanson. But now, you only know a man who thinks only of himself. You know a man who fights for his own personal benefit. You know a wrestler who trusts no one, who only looks out for number one. He goes by the name of Nightmare, "The Dream Demon". And Nightmare just won the six man tag team gauntlet at Cold Snap. But again, he is not the man he used to be, the kind who cares what everyone else wants. Nightmare did not win the six man gauntlet so the fans could be happy, or that the Kurtis Brother's could be happy. He won that fight so that he could be happy. He wanted to pin Thomas Young. He wanted to pin Prince Darko. He wanted to win the match. And he was willing to attack even his partners to make sure that happened.[/color]
(The pixels on your television screen align themselves accordingly, and the image that appears immediately introduces itself. NIGHTMARE is in his locker room sitting on the bolted-to-the-floor bench. He's wearing his filthy black jeans, high-top black converse shoes, and he's currently unwrapping the red and black wrist tape on his left arm. Slowly, carefully, as though his arm beneath it is extremely delicate. We see something on Nightmare that we're not used to seeing: His hair is tied back in a ponytail. He continues to unwrap the wrist tape, his palm up, clenching and unclenching his fists rythmically. Two strands of hair hang from his forehead where his hair is parted at the side. He looks up and sees the camera, his green eyes have the all too familiar look of hatred, anger, and now greed. He goes back to unwrapping the wrist tape, shifting his weight so that his back is turned, hiding his arm from the camera. He continues to remove the wrist tape, quietly, his arm out of sight from the camera. NIGHTMARE, for a reason that is not apparent to us, starts to grunt under his breath. He throws off to the side the wrist tape, fully removed from his left arm. But then he throws something else to the side, something that looks like a bloody white bandage. A thick white cotton square like you would see in a hospital, keeping blood from escaping a wound.)
After every victory, Nightmare finds himself even angrier. More hatred flows through his veins than a demon with a grudge. He has been known as a demon with a grudge. But a grudge on who? On what? We will never know his reasons for holding a grudge, unless he tells us. It doesn't look like that will happen any time soon. After every victory, he finds himself angrier, and the only way to sooth his anger is to use the Dream Catcher on his opponents. His opponents give him unexplainable nightmares, the nightmares make him angry. The Dream Catcher is a way to "destroy the anger." But the origin of his anger and hatred for the men he has failed to defeat comes from the nightmares they cause. Nightmare tried to end his nightmares at Cold Snap. He used the Dream Catcher on Thomas Young, and he used the Dream Catcher on Prince Darko. His anger should be gone, shouldn't it? But it isn't. The anger is not gone because Nightmare did not use the Dream Catcher to end the anger. Nightmare used the Dream Catcher with evil intentions. His intentions were to end the match with his own victory, and to use his finishing move to do it. The Dream Catcher is a tool, and tools are only useful in doing what they are designed to do. The Dream Catcher was not designed to end matches, as you could see when Prince Darko kicked out. it was designed to end Nightmares. But Nightmare has developed a new finishing move designed solely for ending matches. The Dream Catcher II. You got a first glimpse of it at Cold Snap.[/color]
(Nightmare looks... honestly, like he has no idea what to do. He looks upset, he's looking around, breathing heavily, face a mask of disbelief and confusion. "But...how? HOW?" And while this is going on, Prince Darko is somehow getting to his feet. He rushes Nightmare for THE EFFECT --- COUNTERED. Nightmare suddenly has a Fisherman's hook? WAIT A MINUTE! KI KRUSHER! KI KRUSHER! Sit-out fisherman's driver! Darko's body sags on impact as Nightmare pulls a leg in. The cover gets ONE! TWO! And THREE!)[/color]
Nightmare has reaped all the benefits. Winning the match, earning a title shot. And he has marked himself for his victories. He has shed his own blood to remember how many times he's used his finishing move. He has also shed his own blood to remember how many people have fallen victim to them.[/color]
(NIGHTMARE reaches into his pocket for something, and pulls out some kind of sharp metal hospital cutting tool. He reaches over to his left arm with it, and it looks like he cuts once, twice, three times, with the blade. When he's finished, his puts the small but sharp blade on the bench next to him, and pulls a clean white square out of his gym bag, on the floor by his feet. He dabs his arm quietly, slowly, rythmically, and reaches into his bag for something else. More wrist tape, but it's just black. As he reaches in, the camera gets a glimpse of his arm. The camera zooms in quickly and focuses to see this image:)
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(We don't get a very long look, as NIGHTMARE quickly covers it up with the white square. He wraps his arm up again, with the black wrist tape, starting around his left thumb making his way up to his left elbow. Slowly, carefully, not touching his arm as though it were hot. He holds the white square there with some pink rubber tape, keeping pressure so no more blood drips down his arm as it already has, and wraps the black wrist tape around his forearm with his right hand. He wraps it tightly around the cotton square, tight enough that you can't see the thickness from behind the wrist tape, and finishes off quickly, tearing off the rest where it is not needed. He puts the roll of black wrist tape back in his gym bag with his right hand, keeping his left hand still with his palm up, the newly placed black wrist tape already turning slightly red with blotches of blood. He rubs his wrists tenderly, as he begins to grin. This is a grin that is very familiar. The sick, cocky smirk that we first saw at Cold Snap.)
(NIGHTMARE stands up, grabbing his gym bag and the small sharp cutting tool. He puts the cutting tool back in his pocket, and starts to leave the room. He walks behind the camera, through the locker room door. The camera pans to see him walking down the hallway, and follows him. NIGHTMARE turns a corner and gets a glimpse of the camera man, he rolls his eyes and keeps walking. He might as well cut a promo, huh?)
NIGHTMARE - Do you know what tonight is? Was, rather? Tonight was Cold Snap. Tonight was the night I beat the Foundation. AGAIN. And tonight was the night I dropped Prince Darko on his mother (BLEEP)ing head. And pinned him, AGAIN. And now, in a few days' time, I have a shot at the NAPW Television title. AGAIN. But do you know what? This time, it's Prince Darko holding the gold. And do you know what? I've beaten the bitch before. TWICE before. That means I can and WILL do it again.
(NIGHTMARE starts to pick up his pace as he walks through the backstage area. He goes through a door into a large backstage area, the ceiling is high up, metal columns hold up the ceiling. The floor is concrete, the walls are white drywall. Various objects are spread out, mostly up against the wall. Things like pyro and spark machines, lasers and lights, smoke machines, dry ice dispercers, big boxes full of weapons, everything that makes a wrestling promotion flashy. NIGHTMARE continues.)
NIGHTMARE - Prince Darko to me is nothing. He's done nothing but talk trash about how I am nothing, he spoke of nothing except how easily he would beat me at Cold Snap. Obviously his predictions were off. WAY off. But he did kick out of the Dream Catcher, I'll give him that. But he couldn't kick out of the Dream Catcher II, and nobody ever will. Accept it, brotha!
(NIGHTMARE walks through a set of double doors with large yellow lettering that reads "Parking Lot C" and finds himself in a underground parking lot. Never slowing down, NIGHTMARE continues to walk through the parking lot. We don't remember NIGHTMARE owning a car.)
NIGHTMARE - Unfortunately for Darko, he just so happens to be the Television champ at this time. (notices the camera beside him, looks at the camera) Are you ready for your title reign to end on your first defence, Darko? I hope so, because it's gonna happen. There's no way I will accept defeat now, Darko. I want that damn title, and I will stop at nothing to get it.
(NIGHTMARE turns away from the camera and continues to walk through the parking lot toward a large column that reads "C-32" in big yellow block letters. He rounds the corner to a stall, and in the stall stands a beaten up, 1969 Cheverolet Camaro. The car has rusted bumpers and fenders, the passenger side door is gone completely, and the driver's side door is in need of a coat of paint. The rest of the car looks like it used to be red with a black stripe down the middle of the car lengthwise. The black stripe is only identified by a few chips of black paint. The car's paint has faded tremendously, except for a few chips here and there. Definitely a fixer-upper. NIGHTMARE rubs his hand over the top of the car before pulling open the creaky driver's side door. He pauses before getting in and looks at the camera.)
NIGHTMARE - You can't change the past, Darko. And you can't change the future. History will repeat itself when I hit you with the Dream Catcher II and pin your ass a THIRD. TIME. Right before I make history, and finally win myself some NAPW gold!
(NIGHTMARE gets into his '69 Camaro and almost knocks over the camera man speedily backing out of the parking stall and then speeding off to prepare for his title match. Fade to black.)
Nightmare is a man on a mission. And whether the fans love him or not is not a concern to him. Hell, he'd rather their hate than their approval. And when he goes into the ring with Prince Darko on February 20, 2007 for the television title... Darko may as well bring a silver platter.[/color]
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You can't console the demon.
You can only give him what he wants.
GLORY.[/color]
But the sea of fire that is demon's rage continues to grow.
And man continues to fight this sea of fire with swords.
And it is apparent that this battle can not be won.
For man, it can only be lost.[/color]
===
"Aboard the Queen Anne's Revenge"
You once knew a man who thought nothing of himself, and only of the fans'. You once knew a man who fought for honor, and for dignity. You once knew a proud wrestler by the name of Gregory Hanson. But now, you only know a man who thinks only of himself. You know a man who fights for his own personal benefit. You know a wrestler who trusts no one, who only looks out for number one. He goes by the name of Nightmare, "The Dream Demon". And Nightmare just won the six man tag team gauntlet at Cold Snap. But again, he is not the man he used to be, the kind who cares what everyone else wants. Nightmare did not win the six man gauntlet so the fans could be happy, or that the Kurtis Brother's could be happy. He won that fight so that he could be happy. He wanted to pin Thomas Young. He wanted to pin Prince Darko. He wanted to win the match. And he was willing to attack even his partners to make sure that happened.[/color]
(The pixels on your television screen align themselves accordingly, and the image that appears immediately introduces itself. NIGHTMARE is in his locker room sitting on the bolted-to-the-floor bench. He's wearing his filthy black jeans, high-top black converse shoes, and he's currently unwrapping the red and black wrist tape on his left arm. Slowly, carefully, as though his arm beneath it is extremely delicate. We see something on Nightmare that we're not used to seeing: His hair is tied back in a ponytail. He continues to unwrap the wrist tape, his palm up, clenching and unclenching his fists rythmically. Two strands of hair hang from his forehead where his hair is parted at the side. He looks up and sees the camera, his green eyes have the all too familiar look of hatred, anger, and now greed. He goes back to unwrapping the wrist tape, shifting his weight so that his back is turned, hiding his arm from the camera. He continues to remove the wrist tape, quietly, his arm out of sight from the camera. NIGHTMARE, for a reason that is not apparent to us, starts to grunt under his breath. He throws off to the side the wrist tape, fully removed from his left arm. But then he throws something else to the side, something that looks like a bloody white bandage. A thick white cotton square like you would see in a hospital, keeping blood from escaping a wound.)
After every victory, Nightmare finds himself even angrier. More hatred flows through his veins than a demon with a grudge. He has been known as a demon with a grudge. But a grudge on who? On what? We will never know his reasons for holding a grudge, unless he tells us. It doesn't look like that will happen any time soon. After every victory, he finds himself angrier, and the only way to sooth his anger is to use the Dream Catcher on his opponents. His opponents give him unexplainable nightmares, the nightmares make him angry. The Dream Catcher is a way to "destroy the anger." But the origin of his anger and hatred for the men he has failed to defeat comes from the nightmares they cause. Nightmare tried to end his nightmares at Cold Snap. He used the Dream Catcher on Thomas Young, and he used the Dream Catcher on Prince Darko. His anger should be gone, shouldn't it? But it isn't. The anger is not gone because Nightmare did not use the Dream Catcher to end the anger. Nightmare used the Dream Catcher with evil intentions. His intentions were to end the match with his own victory, and to use his finishing move to do it. The Dream Catcher is a tool, and tools are only useful in doing what they are designed to do. The Dream Catcher was not designed to end matches, as you could see when Prince Darko kicked out. it was designed to end Nightmares. But Nightmare has developed a new finishing move designed solely for ending matches. The Dream Catcher II. You got a first glimpse of it at Cold Snap.[/color]
(Nightmare looks... honestly, like he has no idea what to do. He looks upset, he's looking around, breathing heavily, face a mask of disbelief and confusion. "But...how? HOW?" And while this is going on, Prince Darko is somehow getting to his feet. He rushes Nightmare for THE EFFECT --- COUNTERED. Nightmare suddenly has a Fisherman's hook? WAIT A MINUTE! KI KRUSHER! KI KRUSHER! Sit-out fisherman's driver! Darko's body sags on impact as Nightmare pulls a leg in. The cover gets ONE! TWO! And THREE!)[/color]
Nightmare has reaped all the benefits. Winning the match, earning a title shot. And he has marked himself for his victories. He has shed his own blood to remember how many times he's used his finishing move. He has also shed his own blood to remember how many people have fallen victim to them.[/color]
(NIGHTMARE reaches into his pocket for something, and pulls out some kind of sharp metal hospital cutting tool. He reaches over to his left arm with it, and it looks like he cuts once, twice, three times, with the blade. When he's finished, his puts the small but sharp blade on the bench next to him, and pulls a clean white square out of his gym bag, on the floor by his feet. He dabs his arm quietly, slowly, rythmically, and reaches into his bag for something else. More wrist tape, but it's just black. As he reaches in, the camera gets a glimpse of his arm. The camera zooms in quickly and focuses to see this image:)
(We don't get a very long look, as NIGHTMARE quickly covers it up with the white square. He wraps his arm up again, with the black wrist tape, starting around his left thumb making his way up to his left elbow. Slowly, carefully, not touching his arm as though it were hot. He holds the white square there with some pink rubber tape, keeping pressure so no more blood drips down his arm as it already has, and wraps the black wrist tape around his forearm with his right hand. He wraps it tightly around the cotton square, tight enough that you can't see the thickness from behind the wrist tape, and finishes off quickly, tearing off the rest where it is not needed. He puts the roll of black wrist tape back in his gym bag with his right hand, keeping his left hand still with his palm up, the newly placed black wrist tape already turning slightly red with blotches of blood. He rubs his wrists tenderly, as he begins to grin. This is a grin that is very familiar. The sick, cocky smirk that we first saw at Cold Snap.)
(NIGHTMARE stands up, grabbing his gym bag and the small sharp cutting tool. He puts the cutting tool back in his pocket, and starts to leave the room. He walks behind the camera, through the locker room door. The camera pans to see him walking down the hallway, and follows him. NIGHTMARE turns a corner and gets a glimpse of the camera man, he rolls his eyes and keeps walking. He might as well cut a promo, huh?)
NIGHTMARE - Do you know what tonight is? Was, rather? Tonight was Cold Snap. Tonight was the night I beat the Foundation. AGAIN. And tonight was the night I dropped Prince Darko on his mother (BLEEP)ing head. And pinned him, AGAIN. And now, in a few days' time, I have a shot at the NAPW Television title. AGAIN. But do you know what? This time, it's Prince Darko holding the gold. And do you know what? I've beaten the bitch before. TWICE before. That means I can and WILL do it again.
(NIGHTMARE starts to pick up his pace as he walks through the backstage area. He goes through a door into a large backstage area, the ceiling is high up, metal columns hold up the ceiling. The floor is concrete, the walls are white drywall. Various objects are spread out, mostly up against the wall. Things like pyro and spark machines, lasers and lights, smoke machines, dry ice dispercers, big boxes full of weapons, everything that makes a wrestling promotion flashy. NIGHTMARE continues.)
NIGHTMARE - Prince Darko to me is nothing. He's done nothing but talk trash about how I am nothing, he spoke of nothing except how easily he would beat me at Cold Snap. Obviously his predictions were off. WAY off. But he did kick out of the Dream Catcher, I'll give him that. But he couldn't kick out of the Dream Catcher II, and nobody ever will. Accept it, brotha!
(NIGHTMARE walks through a set of double doors with large yellow lettering that reads "Parking Lot C" and finds himself in a underground parking lot. Never slowing down, NIGHTMARE continues to walk through the parking lot. We don't remember NIGHTMARE owning a car.)
NIGHTMARE - Unfortunately for Darko, he just so happens to be the Television champ at this time. (notices the camera beside him, looks at the camera) Are you ready for your title reign to end on your first defence, Darko? I hope so, because it's gonna happen. There's no way I will accept defeat now, Darko. I want that damn title, and I will stop at nothing to get it.
(NIGHTMARE turns away from the camera and continues to walk through the parking lot toward a large column that reads "C-32" in big yellow block letters. He rounds the corner to a stall, and in the stall stands a beaten up, 1969 Cheverolet Camaro. The car has rusted bumpers and fenders, the passenger side door is gone completely, and the driver's side door is in need of a coat of paint. The rest of the car looks like it used to be red with a black stripe down the middle of the car lengthwise. The black stripe is only identified by a few chips of black paint. The car's paint has faded tremendously, except for a few chips here and there. Definitely a fixer-upper. NIGHTMARE rubs his hand over the top of the car before pulling open the creaky driver's side door. He pauses before getting in and looks at the camera.)
NIGHTMARE - You can't change the past, Darko. And you can't change the future. History will repeat itself when I hit you with the Dream Catcher II and pin your ass a THIRD. TIME. Right before I make history, and finally win myself some NAPW gold!
(NIGHTMARE gets into his '69 Camaro and almost knocks over the camera man speedily backing out of the parking stall and then speeding off to prepare for his title match. Fade to black.)
Nightmare is a man on a mission. And whether the fans love him or not is not a concern to him. Hell, he'd rather their hate than their approval. And when he goes into the ring with Prince Darko on February 20, 2007 for the television title... Darko may as well bring a silver platter.[/color]
===
You can't console the demon.
You can only give him what he wants.
GLORY.[/color]