Post by MasterEvil on Aug 6, 2011 17:49:27 GMT
Let me enlighten you...
This is the way I pray.
Prologue:
This day in the year my, four year old, frame and a woman that I knew very well walk walking around Maastricht. What a beautiful city; the people were nice, the traffic was almost non-existent and the sights ranged from breath-taking to utterly phenomenal. We went shopping together for some things that I can’t fully remember…except for the food we ate. She was brilliant to me; throughout the entire day this lady only thought about me and comforted me whenever I felt alone or sad. This is an amazing thing considering that she a victim of rage somewhere between four and five years ago. If I was a victim of such a heinous act of cowardice I would never even consider being so kind to a random little boy. Yet instead of seeking escapism this woman chose to face the problem head on and look after this random child all by herself. This woman is indeed my hero, unlike the role models that the media wants us to idolise today, she needs no superpowers, weaponry or any form of publicity. But this was just the nicest part of the day…it all changed when we entered this church.
We looked around this church and she was kind enough to give me a detailed description of each ornament before we stopped in front of a statue of some guy on a cross. After telling me who this person was, and the history he made, the nice lady said “stay here, little one, I’ll come back with a special treat for you.” I questioned how long she was only to take and she told me to just count to sixty before exiting the church, leaving me with the statue. One two three four, I wondered what the gift will be, five six seven eight. Nine ten eleven twelve, could it be an ice-cream? Or maybe one of those Action Man figures that all the children have these days? Thirteen fourteen fifteen sixteen, what if she got me one of those caps to block the sun from my eye? That would be quite cool, seventeen eighteen nineteen twenty. Twenty-one twenty-two twenty-three twenty-four, I wondered if this “Jesus Christ” could presents from his parents, twenty-five twenty-six twenty-seven twenty-eight. Twenty-nine thirty thirty-one thirty-two, he got frankincense, gold and myrrh but what did he get from Joseph and Mary? Thirty-three thirty-four thirty-five thirty-six, I then wondered who was my Joseph, thirty-seven thirty-eight thirty-nine forty. Forty-one forty-two forty-three forty-four, I knew who my Mary was but this “Joseph” is still a mystery to me to this very day, forty-five forty-six forty-seven forty-eight. Forty-nine fifty fifty-one fifty-two, the marvellous lady will come back in a matter of seconds, fifty-three fifty-four fifty-five fifty-six. I know she will, fifty-seven fifty-eight fifty-nine…BANG!
I shot up at the sound and turned around straight away while hearing screams and sirens in the background. Everyone inside was running about like headless drunks chasing a hat in a thunderstorm, so I charged out of the church only to be horrified by what I see. A masked man ran around the corner with some kind of pistol in his hand yet that wasn’t the thing that could my attention. The thing that caught my attention was the thing laying on the stair…that wonder woman. I went halfway down the stairs to get to her and the first thing she said was “sorry if I was late,” even when she was shot the lady kept a smile on her face has she barely handed me her gift…a blood strained teddy bear. I could obviously tell, even back then, that the gun has caused a mortal wound on her. Yet has I cried she barely managed to hold me I her arms and calmed me down before saying her very last words…“I love you dear.” Her vital signs were not gone, she is dead.
That was how Reby Ryder, my mother, died with me in her arms. To this very day I keep that teddy bear at my house in Toronto just has a memory of that day.
Scene One: This Is Who I Am
Time: 8:49 PM 5th Friday August 2011
The current location is somewhere backstage of an arena that World Elite Wrestling is currently using for the upcoming Burnout show. Before we continue let me explain to you ‘Burnout’ it is basically a show that goes on the same day has ‘Animosity’ with a goal being very simple. Impress the big-wits in the board and you’ll be promote to WEW’s main show, Animosity. So when you sign up with World Elite Wrestling you expect to be working up a ladder but somehow their newest signing, The Promise, has already impressed them in his tryout matches since his very first match for him will be at the main event of Burnout. Is the pressure on The Promise to perform? Yes it should be but does he feel it? Not fully, in his very first match The Promise won a fatal four way ladder match before ending the very same month has a Champion. But that was then and this is now.
Walking about backstage, pacing between the door is the General Manager’s office and the door to the official doctor’s room, is The Promise. This is literally the masked star’s first time around this arena yet he felt both unconfident and confident at the same time. He is only wearing blue tights with his specially designed blue mask and the individual was probably getting himself mentally prepared for this promo and his debuting match against a girl known has ‘Angel’. His pacing about was quickly halted by the voice of some he has known for years “almost a whole year and you still like to pace your own trench before a simple little promo.” At that voice Promise turned ninety degrees anticlockwise to see that the owner of the voice was no other then he childish wife Melody. Unlike her husband’s mask she designed hers to reveal her mouth, eyes and hair. She is also wearing a one piece black outfit that not only possess a zip on the back but also shows off the twenty year old’s curves extremely well. Without further ado Melody came to the Dutchman and rolled up his mask a little, to reveal his mouth, before they shared a passionate kiss.
Has soon as the kiss departed the young Canadian smiled “aren’t you happy to see that I found this place for you?” She already knew the answer to this question but couldn’t help but ask before slowly rolling back down the bottom of his mask. “I don’t think you need an answer,” the male replied with his arms softly holding her close to his body in a hug “I can tell you’re just has delighted to be back in a wrestling company has I am.” The girl only nodded to this with a grin on her face “when this promo is over could we have some ‘special kind of fun’ back home?” Her tone was childish and he couldn’t help but laugh at this before slowly rubbing her back “I’ll think about it, little one, but it will solely depend on if you behave yourself in this promo.” He spoke to his wife has if she was a child, since she enjoy acting like one, which caused her to laugh sweetly…this could have become a very romantically moment between the two, but a cameraman had to come along and ruin it. Promise gently spun Melody around, with his arms still around her waist area, so she was facing the camera lens and she groaned lightly “why do cameramen always have to ruin all the fun?” After a few moments the cameraman signalled the camera is now filming them, the promo can now begin.
“I am The Promise,” the masked man started. With himself being over a clear foot bigger then his wife the camera could fully see The Promise’s face even though Melody was right in front of him “and in a few days I’ll be making my debut in this company in a match entitled ‘Battle of the Sexes.’ Meanwhile I shall also be competing in the main event of this ‘Burnout’ show…I am not one for being too confident, but why have they booked me in the main event? Are they relaying on me becoming their Alberto Del Rio? If so why? You know what? Enough questions, that isn’t the reason why I am here at this time. The reason is because of who my opponent is in that very match…a girl call Angel. A dancer from New York who possess the name of Angel Diamond…before I continue I have a very simple question for you Angel. What is an ‘angel’ exactly? An angel can be a divine creature who’s sole purpose to be a messenger of the holy fathers above us all. The word angel can also be used to describe someone has either kind, beautiful or both. An angel could also be a spirit who guard others while offering any form of guidance. An angel is also the lowest rank in the nine step angelic order behind the likes of Archangels, Principalities, Powers, Virtues, Dominations, Thrones, Cherubim, and Seraphim. An angel was also the currency of England back in the sixteenth century. One last thing an angel could be is a simple person who supports a business though money.
But looking at you I don’t see someone who would pay money to help an enterprise. Looking at you I see a form of coin that died four centuries ago. Seeing the way you defeated some ‘Candice Giancola’ I don’t see you being that kind. Meanwhile the word ‘beautiful’ is a matter of opinion, everyone has opinion to call their own so classing you has beautiful won’t mean anything towards being angelic, let alone the word ‘angel’. Has an messenger I don’t see such a messenger from you, maybe some nobody delivery girl but no messenger. Has for guidance and protection, I know almost nothing about you so why should I ask you for any form of guidance of protection when I know that you can backstab me so easily at the first opportunity. So on multiple length you are called ‘angel’ while you are nowhere near one but when you compare this company to holy beliefs through simples ranks I would picture a World Championship being the ‘Seraphim’ and an ‘Angel’ being just a newcomer…that might explain why you’ve been called angel. Your parents knew that you would probably just become an utter nobody in what you do, so they named you ‘Angel’…right now I should feel sorry for you,” The Promise shook his head softly after saying those words “but I don’t.
I can’t claim to know what you think but I can at lease guess that you’re thinking ‘what right does this newbie has to say who I am and am not?’ so I’ll give you a not too long description of myself.” The male noticed that his wife was playfully twiddling her thumbs against each other and smiled lightly behind his mask. His left hand left her waist area and got up to her face and gently caressed her masked cheek, which in turn had his young wife rub her cheek against his hand. While doing his caress the Dutch superstar began to speak again “my mother, known has Aphrodite, lived up in the heavens with all her godly companions. Zeus was the most powerful and he had a crush on her but one day EVERYTHING CHANGES! That one day Aphrodite chose to disguise herself has a human being and walk among the earth just to see its beauty…but then some drunkard hit her across the head, dragged her into a dark alleyway and done a crime that I never give leniency towards. Aphrodite tried her best to hide this but when she birth to me, an angel of black wings, Zeus snapped and banished us both to earth has mortals. Aphrodite got murdered shortly afterwards and I was a fallen angel.
A winged being of darkness. A messenger from the shadows and flames. Throughout my life I could see the flames below these ground and see Hades desiring me to join the list of souls that accompany him in the underworld…my life was full of darkness and shadows. I have used this in the past to win when it mattered the most but that was then and this is now. I use to be an ‘Angelic Diablo’ alone in the shadows but by putting on this mask I have pushed myself away from the dark and into the light. I use to be the ‘Fallen Angel’ and now I am ‘The Promise’, this is who I am.” After saying those words the Dutchman looked away and his left hand stopped caressing his lover’s cheek. A couple of seconds later the young Canadian girl began to speak her own opinion, while continuing to twiddle her thumbs. “Rubies are red, sapphires are blue, topazes are yellowy brown and emeralds are green…but what diamonds? You can see a ruby miles away while you can see different emotions in sapphires but what about diamonds? They are completely colourless, see-trough, easily forgotten by those who loves jewels for its prettiness.
Almost like the way I would picture your career altogether. Sure a diamond has it days of wonder, like you with your brilliantly timed dancing…but in the end people would just get bored of it being see through, or in your dancing’s case bland, and get something else that’s better to show off. I have nothing against you so please don’t take offence but I can gladly bet five Canadian dollars on you not lasting very long once my husband sca…” The Promise decided that Melody might accidentally reveal something he doesn’t want to reveal yet, so his left hand began to caress her masked cheek again while his right hand gently grabbed his girl’s right wrist. The masked woman instantly understood the meaning behind and went quiet before continuing her thumb twiddling “good girl.” After whispering that to his wife Promise looked back into the camera lens, even though all it could see of his face was just the mask, and without wasting any form of time the masked Dutchman continued his World Elite Wrestling debuting promo.
“A dancer named ‘Angel’ versus a man who was once a ‘Fallen Angel’, should I be scared? Should I be scared of the fact that no man has ever won a ‘Battle of the Sexes’ match on Burnout? Should I be afraid of the failures produced like idiots? Like the most rapid of cancers I fear no man, no woman, no thing and no records since history is just that…history. If anything our match will be when history meets destiny. Destiny can never be denied but history can never be changed so I will never claim I am destined to win anything just like I will never claim that you will lose everything. But its something I got for you…just one last question…I, The Promise, promises you that with my ‘Whisper’ I will beat you…so what will you do after your defeat? Will you still dance about for the mediocre amount of spotlight? Will you continue to wrestle so that you could, one day, be higher then a rookie but further then an unsuccessful veteran? Or will you mope all the way back to the locker room? Will you look in the mirror and ask ‘what is next for me’? Will you just give up and prove to WEW that you were just a waste of their time and money? Or will you use this defeat has a form of motivation to perform ten times better then you have before? Maybe you will use this defeat has a stepping stone towards stardom, or maybe you will use this defeat has a reason to call it a day. In the end what you will do after I make you tap is your decision and yours alone but it would be a massive shame if you just give up.”
Once he said all of that moved his right hand away from Melody and went upwards, so that the elbow is parallel with his head, before pointing directly towards his mask. “Angel, on that fateful night you and everyone in attendance shall find out that this is who I am…this mask is me, this mask is The Promise and this mask shall be the last thing you’ll see before my ‘Whisper’ takes you out. I have nothing against you but here is the last thing I’ll say to you before I defeat you in that ring at the main event of Burnout…” the Dutch superstar now took a deep breath, he use to say something else to close the promo off but that was with his last gimmick, thrown away. So now The Promise has to think of a new quote to end his promos out of thin air, after taking another deep breath he spoke out one last time “the Whisper shall be the death of you!” Original or not that was Promise’s line and he silently motioned that the promo is over and the cameraman nodded before stopping the recording.
He then switched off the camera and went off, possibly to wherever the promo footages go in this arena. A few seconds after the guy carrying the camera was out of view Melody spoke out loudly “I’m bored!” That sudden and unexpected outburst caused the masked man to laugh before whispering into her ear “I’m guessing that you want some fun with The Promise, am I right?” The young Canadian surprisingly shook her head before turning around and rolled his mask up a bit to reveal his lips “I prefer to be naughty with the man behind the mask.” After playfully saying those words Melody began to kiss her husband on his lips and the seven years older husband gave back this kiss before the two began to passionately kiss each other.
This is the way I pray.
Prologue:
This day in the year my, four year old, frame and a woman that I knew very well walk walking around Maastricht. What a beautiful city; the people were nice, the traffic was almost non-existent and the sights ranged from breath-taking to utterly phenomenal. We went shopping together for some things that I can’t fully remember…except for the food we ate. She was brilliant to me; throughout the entire day this lady only thought about me and comforted me whenever I felt alone or sad. This is an amazing thing considering that she a victim of rage somewhere between four and five years ago. If I was a victim of such a heinous act of cowardice I would never even consider being so kind to a random little boy. Yet instead of seeking escapism this woman chose to face the problem head on and look after this random child all by herself. This woman is indeed my hero, unlike the role models that the media wants us to idolise today, she needs no superpowers, weaponry or any form of publicity. But this was just the nicest part of the day…it all changed when we entered this church.
We looked around this church and she was kind enough to give me a detailed description of each ornament before we stopped in front of a statue of some guy on a cross. After telling me who this person was, and the history he made, the nice lady said “stay here, little one, I’ll come back with a special treat for you.” I questioned how long she was only to take and she told me to just count to sixty before exiting the church, leaving me with the statue. One two three four, I wondered what the gift will be, five six seven eight. Nine ten eleven twelve, could it be an ice-cream? Or maybe one of those Action Man figures that all the children have these days? Thirteen fourteen fifteen sixteen, what if she got me one of those caps to block the sun from my eye? That would be quite cool, seventeen eighteen nineteen twenty. Twenty-one twenty-two twenty-three twenty-four, I wondered if this “Jesus Christ” could presents from his parents, twenty-five twenty-six twenty-seven twenty-eight. Twenty-nine thirty thirty-one thirty-two, he got frankincense, gold and myrrh but what did he get from Joseph and Mary? Thirty-three thirty-four thirty-five thirty-six, I then wondered who was my Joseph, thirty-seven thirty-eight thirty-nine forty. Forty-one forty-two forty-three forty-four, I knew who my Mary was but this “Joseph” is still a mystery to me to this very day, forty-five forty-six forty-seven forty-eight. Forty-nine fifty fifty-one fifty-two, the marvellous lady will come back in a matter of seconds, fifty-three fifty-four fifty-five fifty-six. I know she will, fifty-seven fifty-eight fifty-nine…BANG!
I shot up at the sound and turned around straight away while hearing screams and sirens in the background. Everyone inside was running about like headless drunks chasing a hat in a thunderstorm, so I charged out of the church only to be horrified by what I see. A masked man ran around the corner with some kind of pistol in his hand yet that wasn’t the thing that could my attention. The thing that caught my attention was the thing laying on the stair…that wonder woman. I went halfway down the stairs to get to her and the first thing she said was “sorry if I was late,” even when she was shot the lady kept a smile on her face has she barely handed me her gift…a blood strained teddy bear. I could obviously tell, even back then, that the gun has caused a mortal wound on her. Yet has I cried she barely managed to hold me I her arms and calmed me down before saying her very last words…“I love you dear.” Her vital signs were not gone, she is dead.
That was how Reby Ryder, my mother, died with me in her arms. To this very day I keep that teddy bear at my house in Toronto just has a memory of that day.
Scene One: This Is Who I Am
Time: 8:49 PM 5th Friday August 2011
The current location is somewhere backstage of an arena that World Elite Wrestling is currently using for the upcoming Burnout show. Before we continue let me explain to you ‘Burnout’ it is basically a show that goes on the same day has ‘Animosity’ with a goal being very simple. Impress the big-wits in the board and you’ll be promote to WEW’s main show, Animosity. So when you sign up with World Elite Wrestling you expect to be working up a ladder but somehow their newest signing, The Promise, has already impressed them in his tryout matches since his very first match for him will be at the main event of Burnout. Is the pressure on The Promise to perform? Yes it should be but does he feel it? Not fully, in his very first match The Promise won a fatal four way ladder match before ending the very same month has a Champion. But that was then and this is now.
Walking about backstage, pacing between the door is the General Manager’s office and the door to the official doctor’s room, is The Promise. This is literally the masked star’s first time around this arena yet he felt both unconfident and confident at the same time. He is only wearing blue tights with his specially designed blue mask and the individual was probably getting himself mentally prepared for this promo and his debuting match against a girl known has ‘Angel’. His pacing about was quickly halted by the voice of some he has known for years “almost a whole year and you still like to pace your own trench before a simple little promo.” At that voice Promise turned ninety degrees anticlockwise to see that the owner of the voice was no other then he childish wife Melody. Unlike her husband’s mask she designed hers to reveal her mouth, eyes and hair. She is also wearing a one piece black outfit that not only possess a zip on the back but also shows off the twenty year old’s curves extremely well. Without further ado Melody came to the Dutchman and rolled up his mask a little, to reveal his mouth, before they shared a passionate kiss.
Has soon as the kiss departed the young Canadian smiled “aren’t you happy to see that I found this place for you?” She already knew the answer to this question but couldn’t help but ask before slowly rolling back down the bottom of his mask. “I don’t think you need an answer,” the male replied with his arms softly holding her close to his body in a hug “I can tell you’re just has delighted to be back in a wrestling company has I am.” The girl only nodded to this with a grin on her face “when this promo is over could we have some ‘special kind of fun’ back home?” Her tone was childish and he couldn’t help but laugh at this before slowly rubbing her back “I’ll think about it, little one, but it will solely depend on if you behave yourself in this promo.” He spoke to his wife has if she was a child, since she enjoy acting like one, which caused her to laugh sweetly…this could have become a very romantically moment between the two, but a cameraman had to come along and ruin it. Promise gently spun Melody around, with his arms still around her waist area, so she was facing the camera lens and she groaned lightly “why do cameramen always have to ruin all the fun?” After a few moments the cameraman signalled the camera is now filming them, the promo can now begin.
“I am The Promise,” the masked man started. With himself being over a clear foot bigger then his wife the camera could fully see The Promise’s face even though Melody was right in front of him “and in a few days I’ll be making my debut in this company in a match entitled ‘Battle of the Sexes.’ Meanwhile I shall also be competing in the main event of this ‘Burnout’ show…I am not one for being too confident, but why have they booked me in the main event? Are they relaying on me becoming their Alberto Del Rio? If so why? You know what? Enough questions, that isn’t the reason why I am here at this time. The reason is because of who my opponent is in that very match…a girl call Angel. A dancer from New York who possess the name of Angel Diamond…before I continue I have a very simple question for you Angel. What is an ‘angel’ exactly? An angel can be a divine creature who’s sole purpose to be a messenger of the holy fathers above us all. The word angel can also be used to describe someone has either kind, beautiful or both. An angel could also be a spirit who guard others while offering any form of guidance. An angel is also the lowest rank in the nine step angelic order behind the likes of Archangels, Principalities, Powers, Virtues, Dominations, Thrones, Cherubim, and Seraphim. An angel was also the currency of England back in the sixteenth century. One last thing an angel could be is a simple person who supports a business though money.
But looking at you I don’t see someone who would pay money to help an enterprise. Looking at you I see a form of coin that died four centuries ago. Seeing the way you defeated some ‘Candice Giancola’ I don’t see you being that kind. Meanwhile the word ‘beautiful’ is a matter of opinion, everyone has opinion to call their own so classing you has beautiful won’t mean anything towards being angelic, let alone the word ‘angel’. Has an messenger I don’t see such a messenger from you, maybe some nobody delivery girl but no messenger. Has for guidance and protection, I know almost nothing about you so why should I ask you for any form of guidance of protection when I know that you can backstab me so easily at the first opportunity. So on multiple length you are called ‘angel’ while you are nowhere near one but when you compare this company to holy beliefs through simples ranks I would picture a World Championship being the ‘Seraphim’ and an ‘Angel’ being just a newcomer…that might explain why you’ve been called angel. Your parents knew that you would probably just become an utter nobody in what you do, so they named you ‘Angel’…right now I should feel sorry for you,” The Promise shook his head softly after saying those words “but I don’t.
I can’t claim to know what you think but I can at lease guess that you’re thinking ‘what right does this newbie has to say who I am and am not?’ so I’ll give you a not too long description of myself.” The male noticed that his wife was playfully twiddling her thumbs against each other and smiled lightly behind his mask. His left hand left her waist area and got up to her face and gently caressed her masked cheek, which in turn had his young wife rub her cheek against his hand. While doing his caress the Dutch superstar began to speak again “my mother, known has Aphrodite, lived up in the heavens with all her godly companions. Zeus was the most powerful and he had a crush on her but one day EVERYTHING CHANGES! That one day Aphrodite chose to disguise herself has a human being and walk among the earth just to see its beauty…but then some drunkard hit her across the head, dragged her into a dark alleyway and done a crime that I never give leniency towards. Aphrodite tried her best to hide this but when she birth to me, an angel of black wings, Zeus snapped and banished us both to earth has mortals. Aphrodite got murdered shortly afterwards and I was a fallen angel.
A winged being of darkness. A messenger from the shadows and flames. Throughout my life I could see the flames below these ground and see Hades desiring me to join the list of souls that accompany him in the underworld…my life was full of darkness and shadows. I have used this in the past to win when it mattered the most but that was then and this is now. I use to be an ‘Angelic Diablo’ alone in the shadows but by putting on this mask I have pushed myself away from the dark and into the light. I use to be the ‘Fallen Angel’ and now I am ‘The Promise’, this is who I am.” After saying those words the Dutchman looked away and his left hand stopped caressing his lover’s cheek. A couple of seconds later the young Canadian girl began to speak her own opinion, while continuing to twiddle her thumbs. “Rubies are red, sapphires are blue, topazes are yellowy brown and emeralds are green…but what diamonds? You can see a ruby miles away while you can see different emotions in sapphires but what about diamonds? They are completely colourless, see-trough, easily forgotten by those who loves jewels for its prettiness.
Almost like the way I would picture your career altogether. Sure a diamond has it days of wonder, like you with your brilliantly timed dancing…but in the end people would just get bored of it being see through, or in your dancing’s case bland, and get something else that’s better to show off. I have nothing against you so please don’t take offence but I can gladly bet five Canadian dollars on you not lasting very long once my husband sca…” The Promise decided that Melody might accidentally reveal something he doesn’t want to reveal yet, so his left hand began to caress her masked cheek again while his right hand gently grabbed his girl’s right wrist. The masked woman instantly understood the meaning behind and went quiet before continuing her thumb twiddling “good girl.” After whispering that to his wife Promise looked back into the camera lens, even though all it could see of his face was just the mask, and without wasting any form of time the masked Dutchman continued his World Elite Wrestling debuting promo.
“A dancer named ‘Angel’ versus a man who was once a ‘Fallen Angel’, should I be scared? Should I be scared of the fact that no man has ever won a ‘Battle of the Sexes’ match on Burnout? Should I be afraid of the failures produced like idiots? Like the most rapid of cancers I fear no man, no woman, no thing and no records since history is just that…history. If anything our match will be when history meets destiny. Destiny can never be denied but history can never be changed so I will never claim I am destined to win anything just like I will never claim that you will lose everything. But its something I got for you…just one last question…I, The Promise, promises you that with my ‘Whisper’ I will beat you…so what will you do after your defeat? Will you still dance about for the mediocre amount of spotlight? Will you continue to wrestle so that you could, one day, be higher then a rookie but further then an unsuccessful veteran? Or will you mope all the way back to the locker room? Will you look in the mirror and ask ‘what is next for me’? Will you just give up and prove to WEW that you were just a waste of their time and money? Or will you use this defeat has a form of motivation to perform ten times better then you have before? Maybe you will use this defeat has a stepping stone towards stardom, or maybe you will use this defeat has a reason to call it a day. In the end what you will do after I make you tap is your decision and yours alone but it would be a massive shame if you just give up.”
Once he said all of that moved his right hand away from Melody and went upwards, so that the elbow is parallel with his head, before pointing directly towards his mask. “Angel, on that fateful night you and everyone in attendance shall find out that this is who I am…this mask is me, this mask is The Promise and this mask shall be the last thing you’ll see before my ‘Whisper’ takes you out. I have nothing against you but here is the last thing I’ll say to you before I defeat you in that ring at the main event of Burnout…” the Dutch superstar now took a deep breath, he use to say something else to close the promo off but that was with his last gimmick, thrown away. So now The Promise has to think of a new quote to end his promos out of thin air, after taking another deep breath he spoke out one last time “the Whisper shall be the death of you!” Original or not that was Promise’s line and he silently motioned that the promo is over and the cameraman nodded before stopping the recording.
He then switched off the camera and went off, possibly to wherever the promo footages go in this arena. A few seconds after the guy carrying the camera was out of view Melody spoke out loudly “I’m bored!” That sudden and unexpected outburst caused the masked man to laugh before whispering into her ear “I’m guessing that you want some fun with The Promise, am I right?” The young Canadian surprisingly shook her head before turning around and rolled his mask up a bit to reveal his lips “I prefer to be naughty with the man behind the mask.” After playfully saying those words Melody began to kiss her husband on his lips and the seven years older husband gave back this kiss before the two began to passionately kiss each other.