Post by Nightmare on Mar 8, 2007 22:08:52 GMT -5
Demon made the first move, calling man out to fight.
Man made the second move, accepting the call to fight.
And the third move will be made by demon, when he takes man into his own hellish domain for the real lesson of pain.[/color]
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"My challenge was accepted? Good. Now NAPW and Regina, Saskatchewan can watch Kyle Roberts burn."
(Scene opens in the living room of NIGHTMARE's home in Regina, Saskatchewan. A quick look around tells us that there hasn't been a maid in to clean up the house after NIGHTMARE's raid. The kitchen table lies up against the wall, the legs broken off. The legs of the table and the chairs were most likely thrown out the now broken sliding patio door, which lies in shattered ruins both inside and outside the room. Snow has been blown into the house through both the shattered living room window and the broken patio door. The TV that once stood proudly at the front of the room, the result of NIGHTMARE and his friends' hard work and saving, has been smashed, and lies on the carpet floor face-down. There is one piece of furniture in the room not turned over or broken to pieces. It is a black leather armchair of which the right arm has been completely torn off. Seated in the armchair is NIGHTMARE.)
(NIGHTMARE is dressed in filthy black jeans, a white long sleeve tee, his high top converse shoes in black and white, that red and black wrist tape, and his hair is tied back in a ponytail. He leans on his knees as he stares into empty space. He looks up over his shoulder at the camera.)
NIGHTMARE - Well, it's not much, but it's home.
(NIGHTMARE stands up and walks around the chair to face the camera. A look of determination fills his face. His green eyes have been replaced by the fire that burns within his very soul.)
NIGHTMARE - Regina, Saskatchewan. The place where next week I face the man who accepted my open challenge. That man is indeed, Stylin' Kyle Roberts.
Now, Kyle, as I understand it, you are the only five time champion in the business. Five time tag team champion. At the February twenty-seventh edition of Tuesday Night Fights, Road for the Gold, you took "Storm" Sam Finn to school. Sure, Kyle, you did those things. To be perfectly honest, Kyle... I'm not impressed.
Maybe I should be, I don't know. What REALLY interests me, is that comment you made about your former tag team partner being half the man you are. Last week, wasn't it YOU ducking out in your match against Bruce Richards?
Sure, you'll have some cheap-ass argument about how the fans don't "deserve" to see that match-up until Sole Survivor. You know the fans want to see Stylin' Kyle Roberts versus Bruce "The Beast" Richards more than anything in the world. I'm sure that's what you're looking forward too as well, huh Kyle?
Well, I'll tell you right now, you had better stop worrying about ducking Bruce until Sole Survivor, and worry about stepping into the ring with me. I may not be the best wrestler in the world, but I certainly am the most dangerous. I'll give you this warning, you egotistical son of a bitch, you better not underestimate me. Not for one minute. Because I'll Catch your ass so fast your (BLEEP)ing tights will catch fire.
(NIGHTMARE glares into the camera with those glowing green eyes filled with rage and desire. A closer look would probably reveal not even the slightest hint of doubt. NIGHTMARE intends to wrestle in this match against Roberts to his full potential. No man can take that right away from him. Not even Kyle Roberts himself. NIGHTMARE walks over to the broken window and glares into his reflection on a single piece of pane that is left.)
NIGHTMARE - When I look at my reflection, Kyle, I don't see what I'd like to. But I'm sure when you look in the mirror you have no problems with what you see. As a matter of fact, I'm sure you just ignore the damn mirror completely when you walk into your bathroom. You already know that you're the man with the blood on his hands.
When I look in the mirror, and see my reflection staring back into my eyes, I honestly don't know what I see. I have to ask myself every morning, "Who are you?" I tell myself that I am Nightmare. The next big thing in the NAPW. And then I go out there and put my body on the line to prove it, only to get shunned away by people like you and Kryenik. Do you know what?
I'M SICK OF IT.
(He looks at the camera.)
I'm done with the cheap shots and all that cheating crap I'm starting to become accustomed to. I don't need it. I didn't need it to beat the Foundation in the Gauntlet at Cold Snap, and I certainly don't need it to beat you now, Kyle. I've overcome the odds time and time again. I want to be remembered in this business as the man who wrestled with the most heart, the most desire, the most FIRE. I want to be remembered as NAPW's NIGHTMARE.
And I don't need shit washed-up wrestlers like Jeff James telling me I don't deserve to be remembered. I don't need ass clowns like you telling me I'll just be your warm-up to Sole Survivor. You may win, Roberts, but I will NOT be schooled.
Do you recall my match against Prince Darko? Yeah, he used to be a hated son of a bitch. But he got into the ring with me, and for the sake of turning on me, the fans began to cheer him. The same things could happen to you, Roberts, and I don't think you could handle being cheered, do you?
I, on the other hand, could care less what the fans think. Whether they like it or not, I go into the ring night after night, give it my all, and could probably walk out victorious. You, Kyle, may not think I have a chance in hell against you if I couldn't beat Kryenik, but let's face it. No one can beat Kryenik. I give credit where credit is due, Kryenik is a hell of a wrestler.
And that night, last week, when I faced Kryenik and he held out his hand for me to shake... I declined, and do not regret it. But as I walked away, I looked back and I saw a wrestler who had risen to a point where I may never be able to rise in this business. It sucked for a man like me to realize. If I beat you this week, Kyle, not only will I prove myself wrong, I will be that much closer to fulfilling my dream of becoming one of the greatest wrestler to ever wrestle in an NAPW or REBEL ring.
Maybe it'll never happen, I don't know, but if I keep fighting I may actually get a chance. Hell, I'm in the 30-man Sole Survivor match at Sole Survivor. And anything could happen, right? I looked down the list of Sole Survivor entrants, and I saw a lot of men that could beat me. I saw a lot of talent that could take my dream and crush it. But that's not for a few more weeks. This week, Kyle, you're going to try to crush my dream. I won't let that happen.
(NIGHTMARE looks back out the window for a moment, visualizing the match to come, the opportunity to come. NIGHTMARE has a legacy to build for himself in that ring, come Tuesday Night Fights, and he's about to pounce on this opportunity with everything he's got.)
(Fade to black.)
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Hell is no picnic, as man is about to discover.
Fire is demon's most dangerous weapon, his means of destruction.
And he'll use it.[/color]
Man made the second move, accepting the call to fight.
And the third move will be made by demon, when he takes man into his own hellish domain for the real lesson of pain.[/color]
===
"My challenge was accepted? Good. Now NAPW and Regina, Saskatchewan can watch Kyle Roberts burn."
(Scene opens in the living room of NIGHTMARE's home in Regina, Saskatchewan. A quick look around tells us that there hasn't been a maid in to clean up the house after NIGHTMARE's raid. The kitchen table lies up against the wall, the legs broken off. The legs of the table and the chairs were most likely thrown out the now broken sliding patio door, which lies in shattered ruins both inside and outside the room. Snow has been blown into the house through both the shattered living room window and the broken patio door. The TV that once stood proudly at the front of the room, the result of NIGHTMARE and his friends' hard work and saving, has been smashed, and lies on the carpet floor face-down. There is one piece of furniture in the room not turned over or broken to pieces. It is a black leather armchair of which the right arm has been completely torn off. Seated in the armchair is NIGHTMARE.)
(NIGHTMARE is dressed in filthy black jeans, a white long sleeve tee, his high top converse shoes in black and white, that red and black wrist tape, and his hair is tied back in a ponytail. He leans on his knees as he stares into empty space. He looks up over his shoulder at the camera.)
NIGHTMARE - Well, it's not much, but it's home.
(NIGHTMARE stands up and walks around the chair to face the camera. A look of determination fills his face. His green eyes have been replaced by the fire that burns within his very soul.)
NIGHTMARE - Regina, Saskatchewan. The place where next week I face the man who accepted my open challenge. That man is indeed, Stylin' Kyle Roberts.
Now, Kyle, as I understand it, you are the only five time champion in the business. Five time tag team champion. At the February twenty-seventh edition of Tuesday Night Fights, Road for the Gold, you took "Storm" Sam Finn to school. Sure, Kyle, you did those things. To be perfectly honest, Kyle... I'm not impressed.
Maybe I should be, I don't know. What REALLY interests me, is that comment you made about your former tag team partner being half the man you are. Last week, wasn't it YOU ducking out in your match against Bruce Richards?
Sure, you'll have some cheap-ass argument about how the fans don't "deserve" to see that match-up until Sole Survivor. You know the fans want to see Stylin' Kyle Roberts versus Bruce "The Beast" Richards more than anything in the world. I'm sure that's what you're looking forward too as well, huh Kyle?
Well, I'll tell you right now, you had better stop worrying about ducking Bruce until Sole Survivor, and worry about stepping into the ring with me. I may not be the best wrestler in the world, but I certainly am the most dangerous. I'll give you this warning, you egotistical son of a bitch, you better not underestimate me. Not for one minute. Because I'll Catch your ass so fast your (BLEEP)ing tights will catch fire.
(NIGHTMARE glares into the camera with those glowing green eyes filled with rage and desire. A closer look would probably reveal not even the slightest hint of doubt. NIGHTMARE intends to wrestle in this match against Roberts to his full potential. No man can take that right away from him. Not even Kyle Roberts himself. NIGHTMARE walks over to the broken window and glares into his reflection on a single piece of pane that is left.)
NIGHTMARE - When I look at my reflection, Kyle, I don't see what I'd like to. But I'm sure when you look in the mirror you have no problems with what you see. As a matter of fact, I'm sure you just ignore the damn mirror completely when you walk into your bathroom. You already know that you're the man with the blood on his hands.
When I look in the mirror, and see my reflection staring back into my eyes, I honestly don't know what I see. I have to ask myself every morning, "Who are you?" I tell myself that I am Nightmare. The next big thing in the NAPW. And then I go out there and put my body on the line to prove it, only to get shunned away by people like you and Kryenik. Do you know what?
I'M SICK OF IT.
(He looks at the camera.)
I'm done with the cheap shots and all that cheating crap I'm starting to become accustomed to. I don't need it. I didn't need it to beat the Foundation in the Gauntlet at Cold Snap, and I certainly don't need it to beat you now, Kyle. I've overcome the odds time and time again. I want to be remembered in this business as the man who wrestled with the most heart, the most desire, the most FIRE. I want to be remembered as NAPW's NIGHTMARE.
And I don't need shit washed-up wrestlers like Jeff James telling me I don't deserve to be remembered. I don't need ass clowns like you telling me I'll just be your warm-up to Sole Survivor. You may win, Roberts, but I will NOT be schooled.
Do you recall my match against Prince Darko? Yeah, he used to be a hated son of a bitch. But he got into the ring with me, and for the sake of turning on me, the fans began to cheer him. The same things could happen to you, Roberts, and I don't think you could handle being cheered, do you?
I, on the other hand, could care less what the fans think. Whether they like it or not, I go into the ring night after night, give it my all, and could probably walk out victorious. You, Kyle, may not think I have a chance in hell against you if I couldn't beat Kryenik, but let's face it. No one can beat Kryenik. I give credit where credit is due, Kryenik is a hell of a wrestler.
And that night, last week, when I faced Kryenik and he held out his hand for me to shake... I declined, and do not regret it. But as I walked away, I looked back and I saw a wrestler who had risen to a point where I may never be able to rise in this business. It sucked for a man like me to realize. If I beat you this week, Kyle, not only will I prove myself wrong, I will be that much closer to fulfilling my dream of becoming one of the greatest wrestler to ever wrestle in an NAPW or REBEL ring.
Maybe it'll never happen, I don't know, but if I keep fighting I may actually get a chance. Hell, I'm in the 30-man Sole Survivor match at Sole Survivor. And anything could happen, right? I looked down the list of Sole Survivor entrants, and I saw a lot of men that could beat me. I saw a lot of talent that could take my dream and crush it. But that's not for a few more weeks. This week, Kyle, you're going to try to crush my dream. I won't let that happen.
(NIGHTMARE looks back out the window for a moment, visualizing the match to come, the opportunity to come. NIGHTMARE has a legacy to build for himself in that ring, come Tuesday Night Fights, and he's about to pounce on this opportunity with everything he's got.)
(Fade to black.)
===
Hell is no picnic, as man is about to discover.
Fire is demon's most dangerous weapon, his means of destruction.
And he'll use it.[/color]