Post by MasterEvil on Aug 16, 2011 7:07:38 GMT
Let me enlighten you...
This is the way I pray.
Prologue:
Beating me down. Beating me, beating me down. Down, into the ground. I swear Jonathan Davis looked back into my past when he written those words into one of his song. I forgot the year, the date or even my age but these details has mentally scarred the innocence of my mind for life...but at the same time taught me what I knew best. Was it because I was different? Was it because I experienced my mother’s death? Was it because I knew more about words then they do? Was it because they were five odd years older then me? Or was it because the person running this orphanage is my auntie? I did not know the answers to any of these questions has I go to bed every night with the smell of my own blood, the sight of my own bruises and the sound of their laughter. From dawn to dusk to abuse me…emotionally, psychologically and physically. I couldn’t even go off to breakfast without a punch in the nose and a few kicks in the ribcage. Why won’t anyone stand up to them three? It must be because they’re like the sweet little angels who act likes god’s gift when an adult sees them but are really devils when no one is watching.
For years and years and years and years this violent torment continued, during which they used the wrestling I began to watch has a subject to verbally abuse me with, until I decided that enough was enough. So on that fateful day, before breakfast, I approached these three and began to speak to them. I wondered why they solely targeted me. I politely asked them for a reason for all of this. I even requested them to stop this and offered them a friendship. What was their reply? The biggest of the boys punched me in between the eyes, the only girl of the group kicked me in the ribs has hard as possible and the last boy spat at me, straight in the eyes, before making a joke about my mother getting shot only to get away from her bastard child. They laughed and walked off, towards the breakfast hall, leaving me on the floor. After wiping that spit of my face I cried silently. Even if it was meant as a joke, you mention my mother today and you’ll hurt my feelings. And if you hurt my feelings, through that manner, somebody’s going to get hurt.
So after I wiped those tears away I went to the breakfast hall, spotted those three sat down at the end of one of those very on table and went straight to them. Without a simple moment of thinking time I grabbed the girl by her long hair and trusted her face into the breakfast of that day, which I guess back then was porridge. Before the any of the boys could do anything I grabbed the smaller one’s arms, into what people call a double underhook these days, while my legs wrapped themselves around his body…I can’t fully remember what else happened within the breakfast hall that day but I could remember that later in the day my aunt called me into the her office. She shouted at me, she barked at me, she went completely berserk. It was at that point in time that I found out that those children were actually hers…but did I feel any form of sorrow? No, instead I felt proud of what I’ve done. I stopped them from bullying me and they no longer point jokes at my mother so, if anything, I accomplished peace through violence…kind of ironic has I look back on it now. My aunt continued to howl, even cursed a few times, before pulling out a piece of paper with a bunch of upside down scribbles on it.
That was the day of three things in my childhood. I stood up to my bullies, the very first time I’ve used “The Whisper” and the day I was thrown out of an orphanage. Yes, the only blood relative I knew threw me out of the orphanage for refusing to take being bullied by her children any longer. Considering she is my auntie, you could kind of expect being treated a bit nicer then that…but she was a bitch. To this day, every year, I still proudly take part in multiple “Anti-Bullying Week” charity events.
Scene One: Why Should You Take Pride In Being A Viper?
Time: In Between Burnout And Animosity 15th Monday August 2011
Sitting on the apron of the ring that will be used later tonight for Animosity is The Promise in his blue mask and blue tight pants. In his hands is a picture…a picture of the WEW Cyberslam logo and this is quite important to the male, considering the fact that winning tonight’s match with Randy Orton will put him has the forth option for people to vote for. The winner of this vote will face the World Champion of World Elite Wrestling for the right to be World Heavyweight Champion. Yet with the odds of him being voted not being good, since the masked Dutchman has only had one match here so far, there is nearly no reason to feel pressured by being a potential World Title contender. After a few quiet moments Promise looked over his shoulder with a light grin on his face “enjoying the view?” the person he just the question to was laying down in the middle of the ring, looking up at the rafters. That person was no other then the male’s wife, Melody, and she rolled over onto her belly. She seductively crawled over to her husband before sitting up next to him and resting her head on his right shoulder “I need something to do.”
“Come on, little one,” he replied to his lover has the male’s hands went to her waist “I know your childishness makes you very cute but…” while speaking these words the Dutchman hoisted Melody up and sat her down on his lap in a gentle manner. “There is a thin line between childishness and being a brat,” he said after hugging the girl that’s on his lap “why not you go to that commentary table over there and pretend to be an commentator?” While speaking these words the masked male pointed to the commentary table behind him “I bet it would make you look adorable.” “You know what Ruudy? I think that fun might fun…but only if you play with me afterwards” was Melody’s reply has she slowly rolled up The Promise’s mask only to kiss him on the lips, only to be the receiving end of a pinch to the rear “only call me that when we’re at home, angel.” The girl only nodded to her husband, with a smile on her face, rolled his mask back down and got off Promise’s lap before going around the ring, to the commentary table where she’ll most likely amuse herself. Only after a couple of minutes a cameraman finally appeared on the stage and got down to where The Promise is. Without a single motion the camera began to record the Dutch superstar.
“History lost to destiny last week,” were the words that Promise used to start this promo “when I became the only male to win a ‘Battle of the Sexes’ match at Burnout. It was just my debut match and it main evented Burnout…and now tonight, on Animosity, if I win my second match I could end up battling for the World Championship, at the main event of Cyberslam, in my third match. I can’t claim to know what you’re thinking but I can at lease guess. I believe you all are thinking that I am getting over pushed for someone so new to World Elite Wrestling…but from the moment that he stepped on the corrupted earth the holy son instantly became legendary, a religious icon and a saviour of millions upon millions. So I should never be even considered a hotshot superstar…but I won’t even try to change your beliefs since that is not why I’m here not this moment in time. I am here because of the one person that is in the way of me possibly main eventing Cyberslam,” after saying those words The Promise stopped talking only to strike a pose, with his arms, that is familiar with all Randy Orton fans.
“Randall Keith Orton…RKO…I know quite a fair amount about you mister ‘Legend Killer’. I know that you are a third generation superstar but also the only Orton in wrestling to be famous for actually winning titles. Your father, Bob Orton Junior, was only famous for faking an injury for seven longs years while for your granddad, Bob Orton Senior, well…who could fully remember him? Claiming you’re the best Orton is just like saying you sang the best song on Eurovision…unimportant, easily forgettable and the opposite of impressive. I hold nothing against you Randall but for The Promise to success ‘The Viper’ must be decapitated by ‘The Whisper’.” Throughout each and every word he just spoke Promise remained in the same pose before letting his hands rest on the Dutchman’s thighs. He then glanced over his shoulder for a moment to spot his lover messing about with one of the headphones and smiled underneath the mask before having his focus undivided towards the camera lens again. “You take pride in being a ‘Viper’ for the past two years but do you even know what a viper is? The word viper is short for Viperidae, a family of snakes those possess a hollow tooth that inject venom to its victim with one bite.
But yet again a viper can be used to describe a poisonous snake that isn’t a member of the Viperidae family. One last thing a viper could be is just a simple word…a describing word. A word you can use for metaphors and similes…the word viper describes a person has ungrateful, traitorous and someone who enjoy harming others. So why should you take pride in being a viper?” While speaking of each meaning behind the word ‘viper’ the tip of each finger and thumb on the masked man’s right hand lightly rested against the tips of his left and vice versa. If it wasn’t for the words that he spoke the male just of just been waiting for something, or one, instead of doing a promo. Promise then raised his right hand and indicated for somebody to come towards him before continuing his words. “Look at yourself Randall and you’ll see that you are just one, not a bunch, so you cannot be a family. Look at yourself Randall and you’ll see that you are a simple, mortal, human-been…not a form of poison reptile that possess no legs of its own. So why do you take pride in being known has a ‘viper’? The answer is in the eyes of your own reflection, Randall, and the answer is you are ungrateful…you are a proud traitor…and you have a fetish to the pain of others. You claim it is just ‘voices in my head’ but the truth is that there is no voice…its just your thirst to make others suffer.”
After saying those words The Promise again mimicked Randy Orton’s pose, almost like the Dutchman’s mocking him. But before the cameraman could even speculate a hand went on his right shoulder and spun him around. Throughout Promise’s words his wife managed sneakily get behind the cameraman and now it looks like it is Melody’s turn to speak to the camera lens. “I hear voices in my head, they counsel me they understand, they talk to me…are you mental Randy? First you’re hearing voices, then you claim that they are real by calling them they. Then you claim that they understand and advice you while no one else could…and now you think you can talk to them? I feel very sorry for missus Orton, I mean it must be a hassle to say goodnight to both her husband and also the x amount of voices that he thinks is in his head. If its true that you’ve gone mental then that would a be a big shame since you use to be someone must greater. You use to be the ‘Legend Killer’…the man who brought the ‘Age of Orton’ upon some Stamford based company…and the ‘One Man Dynasty’. So many great things that you were but now you’re slowly falling down a vortex into obscurity…all because you’ve become mental. Maybe it will benefit you to feel the whis…”
Just before the young Canadian could finish her line The Promise’s right hand grabbed the cameraman’s right shoulder and spun him once again, so that he was facing the masked Dutchman. The masked woman decided to go quiet then and went around the cameraman before sitting next to her darling husband. “I have one last question for you Randall…” said The Promise “what will you do after you tap out to the Whisper? Will you finally realise that there was never a voice in your head? Will you run off back to Stamford, where you practically became famous? Will you look in the mirror and find a new motivation? Or will you use this defeat has an excuse to quit and go back to your wife?” While speaking these words Promise’s left elbow raised to be parallel his head while his hand pointed towards the male’s mask. When the hand was fully pointing at the mask Promise continued to speak “later tonight this mask will be the symbol. The symbol of the official ending to the ‘Age of Orton’. The symbol of the ‘Legend Killer’ being killed. And the symbol of the death of the ‘One Man Dynasty’. I have nothing against Randall Keith Orton but I am the one going off to Cyberslam has a possible World Title contender.
But before this whole thing over Randall…I have one last thing to say to you.” After saying those words Promise’s left hand rested down on his lap for a moment before he, once again, did a pose similar to what Randy Orton normally does. Before the Dutchman spoke Melody snuggled up to her husband “the Whisper shall be the death of you.” After saying those words Promise’s right hand went down to caress his lover’s cheek in a gentle manner. The cameraman knew that now the promo was over and switched off the camera before going up the ramp, past the black curtains and possibly all the way to the lone production truck. The young married couple meanwhile just stayed on the ring apron, Melody sitting on her husband’s lap and Promise giving his wife a gently loving hug. “You know that you’re just like a child the way you like to sit on my knee,” the male teased lightly while the Canadian slowly rolled his mask upwards “and you like me that way. Don’t you?” After asking that question softly the masked woman kissed the masked man on his bare lips. After the kiss departed Promise gave his darling angel his answer before gently kissing her back on the lips “of course I like you the way you are angel.”
This is the way I pray.
Prologue:
Beating me down. Beating me, beating me down. Down, into the ground. I swear Jonathan Davis looked back into my past when he written those words into one of his song. I forgot the year, the date or even my age but these details has mentally scarred the innocence of my mind for life...but at the same time taught me what I knew best. Was it because I was different? Was it because I experienced my mother’s death? Was it because I knew more about words then they do? Was it because they were five odd years older then me? Or was it because the person running this orphanage is my auntie? I did not know the answers to any of these questions has I go to bed every night with the smell of my own blood, the sight of my own bruises and the sound of their laughter. From dawn to dusk to abuse me…emotionally, psychologically and physically. I couldn’t even go off to breakfast without a punch in the nose and a few kicks in the ribcage. Why won’t anyone stand up to them three? It must be because they’re like the sweet little angels who act likes god’s gift when an adult sees them but are really devils when no one is watching.
For years and years and years and years this violent torment continued, during which they used the wrestling I began to watch has a subject to verbally abuse me with, until I decided that enough was enough. So on that fateful day, before breakfast, I approached these three and began to speak to them. I wondered why they solely targeted me. I politely asked them for a reason for all of this. I even requested them to stop this and offered them a friendship. What was their reply? The biggest of the boys punched me in between the eyes, the only girl of the group kicked me in the ribs has hard as possible and the last boy spat at me, straight in the eyes, before making a joke about my mother getting shot only to get away from her bastard child. They laughed and walked off, towards the breakfast hall, leaving me on the floor. After wiping that spit of my face I cried silently. Even if it was meant as a joke, you mention my mother today and you’ll hurt my feelings. And if you hurt my feelings, through that manner, somebody’s going to get hurt.
So after I wiped those tears away I went to the breakfast hall, spotted those three sat down at the end of one of those very on table and went straight to them. Without a simple moment of thinking time I grabbed the girl by her long hair and trusted her face into the breakfast of that day, which I guess back then was porridge. Before the any of the boys could do anything I grabbed the smaller one’s arms, into what people call a double underhook these days, while my legs wrapped themselves around his body…I can’t fully remember what else happened within the breakfast hall that day but I could remember that later in the day my aunt called me into the her office. She shouted at me, she barked at me, she went completely berserk. It was at that point in time that I found out that those children were actually hers…but did I feel any form of sorrow? No, instead I felt proud of what I’ve done. I stopped them from bullying me and they no longer point jokes at my mother so, if anything, I accomplished peace through violence…kind of ironic has I look back on it now. My aunt continued to howl, even cursed a few times, before pulling out a piece of paper with a bunch of upside down scribbles on it.
That was the day of three things in my childhood. I stood up to my bullies, the very first time I’ve used “The Whisper” and the day I was thrown out of an orphanage. Yes, the only blood relative I knew threw me out of the orphanage for refusing to take being bullied by her children any longer. Considering she is my auntie, you could kind of expect being treated a bit nicer then that…but she was a bitch. To this day, every year, I still proudly take part in multiple “Anti-Bullying Week” charity events.
Scene One: Why Should You Take Pride In Being A Viper?
Time: In Between Burnout And Animosity 15th Monday August 2011
Sitting on the apron of the ring that will be used later tonight for Animosity is The Promise in his blue mask and blue tight pants. In his hands is a picture…a picture of the WEW Cyberslam logo and this is quite important to the male, considering the fact that winning tonight’s match with Randy Orton will put him has the forth option for people to vote for. The winner of this vote will face the World Champion of World Elite Wrestling for the right to be World Heavyweight Champion. Yet with the odds of him being voted not being good, since the masked Dutchman has only had one match here so far, there is nearly no reason to feel pressured by being a potential World Title contender. After a few quiet moments Promise looked over his shoulder with a light grin on his face “enjoying the view?” the person he just the question to was laying down in the middle of the ring, looking up at the rafters. That person was no other then the male’s wife, Melody, and she rolled over onto her belly. She seductively crawled over to her husband before sitting up next to him and resting her head on his right shoulder “I need something to do.”
“Come on, little one,” he replied to his lover has the male’s hands went to her waist “I know your childishness makes you very cute but…” while speaking these words the Dutchman hoisted Melody up and sat her down on his lap in a gentle manner. “There is a thin line between childishness and being a brat,” he said after hugging the girl that’s on his lap “why not you go to that commentary table over there and pretend to be an commentator?” While speaking these words the masked male pointed to the commentary table behind him “I bet it would make you look adorable.” “You know what Ruudy? I think that fun might fun…but only if you play with me afterwards” was Melody’s reply has she slowly rolled up The Promise’s mask only to kiss him on the lips, only to be the receiving end of a pinch to the rear “only call me that when we’re at home, angel.” The girl only nodded to her husband, with a smile on her face, rolled his mask back down and got off Promise’s lap before going around the ring, to the commentary table where she’ll most likely amuse herself. Only after a couple of minutes a cameraman finally appeared on the stage and got down to where The Promise is. Without a single motion the camera began to record the Dutch superstar.
“History lost to destiny last week,” were the words that Promise used to start this promo “when I became the only male to win a ‘Battle of the Sexes’ match at Burnout. It was just my debut match and it main evented Burnout…and now tonight, on Animosity, if I win my second match I could end up battling for the World Championship, at the main event of Cyberslam, in my third match. I can’t claim to know what you’re thinking but I can at lease guess. I believe you all are thinking that I am getting over pushed for someone so new to World Elite Wrestling…but from the moment that he stepped on the corrupted earth the holy son instantly became legendary, a religious icon and a saviour of millions upon millions. So I should never be even considered a hotshot superstar…but I won’t even try to change your beliefs since that is not why I’m here not this moment in time. I am here because of the one person that is in the way of me possibly main eventing Cyberslam,” after saying those words The Promise stopped talking only to strike a pose, with his arms, that is familiar with all Randy Orton fans.
“Randall Keith Orton…RKO…I know quite a fair amount about you mister ‘Legend Killer’. I know that you are a third generation superstar but also the only Orton in wrestling to be famous for actually winning titles. Your father, Bob Orton Junior, was only famous for faking an injury for seven longs years while for your granddad, Bob Orton Senior, well…who could fully remember him? Claiming you’re the best Orton is just like saying you sang the best song on Eurovision…unimportant, easily forgettable and the opposite of impressive. I hold nothing against you Randall but for The Promise to success ‘The Viper’ must be decapitated by ‘The Whisper’.” Throughout each and every word he just spoke Promise remained in the same pose before letting his hands rest on the Dutchman’s thighs. He then glanced over his shoulder for a moment to spot his lover messing about with one of the headphones and smiled underneath the mask before having his focus undivided towards the camera lens again. “You take pride in being a ‘Viper’ for the past two years but do you even know what a viper is? The word viper is short for Viperidae, a family of snakes those possess a hollow tooth that inject venom to its victim with one bite.
But yet again a viper can be used to describe a poisonous snake that isn’t a member of the Viperidae family. One last thing a viper could be is just a simple word…a describing word. A word you can use for metaphors and similes…the word viper describes a person has ungrateful, traitorous and someone who enjoy harming others. So why should you take pride in being a viper?” While speaking of each meaning behind the word ‘viper’ the tip of each finger and thumb on the masked man’s right hand lightly rested against the tips of his left and vice versa. If it wasn’t for the words that he spoke the male just of just been waiting for something, or one, instead of doing a promo. Promise then raised his right hand and indicated for somebody to come towards him before continuing his words. “Look at yourself Randall and you’ll see that you are just one, not a bunch, so you cannot be a family. Look at yourself Randall and you’ll see that you are a simple, mortal, human-been…not a form of poison reptile that possess no legs of its own. So why do you take pride in being known has a ‘viper’? The answer is in the eyes of your own reflection, Randall, and the answer is you are ungrateful…you are a proud traitor…and you have a fetish to the pain of others. You claim it is just ‘voices in my head’ but the truth is that there is no voice…its just your thirst to make others suffer.”
After saying those words The Promise again mimicked Randy Orton’s pose, almost like the Dutchman’s mocking him. But before the cameraman could even speculate a hand went on his right shoulder and spun him around. Throughout Promise’s words his wife managed sneakily get behind the cameraman and now it looks like it is Melody’s turn to speak to the camera lens. “I hear voices in my head, they counsel me they understand, they talk to me…are you mental Randy? First you’re hearing voices, then you claim that they are real by calling them they. Then you claim that they understand and advice you while no one else could…and now you think you can talk to them? I feel very sorry for missus Orton, I mean it must be a hassle to say goodnight to both her husband and also the x amount of voices that he thinks is in his head. If its true that you’ve gone mental then that would a be a big shame since you use to be someone must greater. You use to be the ‘Legend Killer’…the man who brought the ‘Age of Orton’ upon some Stamford based company…and the ‘One Man Dynasty’. So many great things that you were but now you’re slowly falling down a vortex into obscurity…all because you’ve become mental. Maybe it will benefit you to feel the whis…”
Just before the young Canadian could finish her line The Promise’s right hand grabbed the cameraman’s right shoulder and spun him once again, so that he was facing the masked Dutchman. The masked woman decided to go quiet then and went around the cameraman before sitting next to her darling husband. “I have one last question for you Randall…” said The Promise “what will you do after you tap out to the Whisper? Will you finally realise that there was never a voice in your head? Will you run off back to Stamford, where you practically became famous? Will you look in the mirror and find a new motivation? Or will you use this defeat has an excuse to quit and go back to your wife?” While speaking these words Promise’s left elbow raised to be parallel his head while his hand pointed towards the male’s mask. When the hand was fully pointing at the mask Promise continued to speak “later tonight this mask will be the symbol. The symbol of the official ending to the ‘Age of Orton’. The symbol of the ‘Legend Killer’ being killed. And the symbol of the death of the ‘One Man Dynasty’. I have nothing against Randall Keith Orton but I am the one going off to Cyberslam has a possible World Title contender.
But before this whole thing over Randall…I have one last thing to say to you.” After saying those words Promise’s left hand rested down on his lap for a moment before he, once again, did a pose similar to what Randy Orton normally does. Before the Dutchman spoke Melody snuggled up to her husband “the Whisper shall be the death of you.” After saying those words Promise’s right hand went down to caress his lover’s cheek in a gentle manner. The cameraman knew that now the promo was over and switched off the camera before going up the ramp, past the black curtains and possibly all the way to the lone production truck. The young married couple meanwhile just stayed on the ring apron, Melody sitting on her husband’s lap and Promise giving his wife a gently loving hug. “You know that you’re just like a child the way you like to sit on my knee,” the male teased lightly while the Canadian slowly rolled his mask upwards “and you like me that way. Don’t you?” After asking that question softly the masked woman kissed the masked man on his bare lips. After the kiss departed Promise gave his darling angel his answer before gently kissing her back on the lips “of course I like you the way you are angel.”