Post by scottyadams on Jun 11, 2022 7:33:03 GMT -5
**What's this?**
We hear the sound of Korrupt remarking this, as he sits alone. Though this time, he is not in one of his usual spots. Rather, this is a stunningly well-lit location that the man finds himself residing within. One that almost feels --- familiar to him. Why that is, nobody knows. Well, except for him. In another surprise, it appears that he is actually showing some form of emotion, judging by the slight smirk across his face.
**Why do I feel like I've been here before?**
His words float into the air as he lets out a soft breath. Able to make out a ceramic pot positioned atop an oaken table. As much as it appears to elude him why it's there, a small flicker appears to manifest within his mind. An image of a person handing the vase to somebody else. The people however are represented by shadows. Another breath leaves the lips of Korrupt as he adjusts his posture slightly.
Attempting to take his focus away from these surroundings and onto the task that he has been assigned for the return of OPW. A tag team match with Jayson Violence for the gold, against the team of Adrenlynn and Lisa Marie Black. 2 people that he recalls but does not fully remember from the previous time the doors were opened within these halls. He does however, remember Jayson - in fact, the 2 of them have remained in decent contact since the last time they roamed this realm together. Keeping up with one another - primarily on a professional level.
**It's time that we do this all again. That we make sure that no matter what --- people understand the force that awaits them should they try to tempt their own fate. Should they wish to try and stand up to the crashing waves that shall be brought down upon them. Starting with 2 lost souls. 2 women who believe that they can break down barriers and become models for younger children. Prove that they can weather whatever storm comes their way due to their energy and unity. Sorry to be the one who bursts your bubble.**
He chuckles.
**I'm actually not sorry, but energy and unity doesn't stand for much when you stare into the cold dead eyes of what shall be your fate. When you step into that ring and realise that Jayson and I --- we're not simply looking to defeat you. We're not just looking to take the gold for ourselves. We are looking to make sure OPW once more understands the swirling winds that swept through their halls. The seeds that are beginning to blossom, planted the last time we were here.**
His voice becomes more sinister, much like people remember.
**Seeds that spell your ultimate destruction as the mat is painted in our image. One that involves the 2 of you being buried within the canvas you claim to love. In front of the very same people you pride yourselves on fighting for. Helpless as they finally see you for what you truly are. Husks, meant to be reaped at the hands of the one holding the scythe.**
He stops, a thought rushing into his head but simply shakes it. He can't afford to allow them to see any sign of weakness within him - especially not when he knows they will pounce upon it in a heartbeat. That's one of the things he knows all too well about this realm.
**For you, I am the one who shall be your final deliverer. The one who shall watch as you both burn at my own hands. Everything you thought that you knew, becoming nothing more than a pile of ash right before your very own eyes. It is how it must be if I am to truly become reborn. If I am to ensure that the onmious whispers you hear are the chariot that lead to your own ruin. Your own damnation - just as it had been before.**
A low growl leaves his lips as he stands. His eyes cautiously surveying his surroudings as his eyes narrow. Whatever it is that is bugging him becomes evident as his face slowly but surely contorts. Yet he manages to retain his focus. His passion for making sure the ones who call themselves the Caffine Mafia arr brought to their end. Just as he has promised they will be.
**I plan on saviouring every moment of it. I want to see the life drain from your eyes as you have no choice but to look into mine. To understand that even though this may be a new window. A phoenix rising from the ashes, it is also the rebirth of the most sadistic, twisted persona you have ever had to stand before. It does not matter to me if you wish to beg or pray, for it has all been sealed. Locked away and ready for the calling.**
He pauses.
**A calling that shall arrive at Showcase.**
It is then that he begins to walk off, the sensation growing even more within him that this place holds some sort of significance to him. Growling, he softly tugs on his face, feeling the fabric of the mask he has worn since --- a time he doesn't truly remember.
**Why won't you tell me?**
He screams, halting his walk as he hears a soft whisper emitting from the distance.
-Do you remember?-
Looking around, he can't see anybody but knows that the whisper is soft. Feminine like in nature.
**Remember what?**
He questions. Wondering if this is all some kind of trick being played on him. A means to throw him off his guard before his shot at tag team gold.
-Everything. This isn't who you are...-
The voice drifts off, but those words linger in his mind. What did they mean by this isn't who he is? This is all he has known. This is exactly who he is --- or at least, how the world has conditioned him to be. He is convinced that whoever it is, they have to be trying to get inside of his head --- poke inside of the monster and see if there is something inside of there to tug at. To stop him from breaking his foes. Both at Showcase and Beyond.
**This is who I am. No matter what anybody tries to say --- and at Showcase, I will show that to the world as they squirm within my hands.**
He continues his walk, trying to shake the sensation out of his mind. The feeling that something isn't right about this. About him.
One way or another, it shall be answered at Showcase.
We hear the sound of Korrupt remarking this, as he sits alone. Though this time, he is not in one of his usual spots. Rather, this is a stunningly well-lit location that the man finds himself residing within. One that almost feels --- familiar to him. Why that is, nobody knows. Well, except for him. In another surprise, it appears that he is actually showing some form of emotion, judging by the slight smirk across his face.
**Why do I feel like I've been here before?**
His words float into the air as he lets out a soft breath. Able to make out a ceramic pot positioned atop an oaken table. As much as it appears to elude him why it's there, a small flicker appears to manifest within his mind. An image of a person handing the vase to somebody else. The people however are represented by shadows. Another breath leaves the lips of Korrupt as he adjusts his posture slightly.
Attempting to take his focus away from these surroundings and onto the task that he has been assigned for the return of OPW. A tag team match with Jayson Violence for the gold, against the team of Adrenlynn and Lisa Marie Black. 2 people that he recalls but does not fully remember from the previous time the doors were opened within these halls. He does however, remember Jayson - in fact, the 2 of them have remained in decent contact since the last time they roamed this realm together. Keeping up with one another - primarily on a professional level.
**It's time that we do this all again. That we make sure that no matter what --- people understand the force that awaits them should they try to tempt their own fate. Should they wish to try and stand up to the crashing waves that shall be brought down upon them. Starting with 2 lost souls. 2 women who believe that they can break down barriers and become models for younger children. Prove that they can weather whatever storm comes their way due to their energy and unity. Sorry to be the one who bursts your bubble.**
He chuckles.
**I'm actually not sorry, but energy and unity doesn't stand for much when you stare into the cold dead eyes of what shall be your fate. When you step into that ring and realise that Jayson and I --- we're not simply looking to defeat you. We're not just looking to take the gold for ourselves. We are looking to make sure OPW once more understands the swirling winds that swept through their halls. The seeds that are beginning to blossom, planted the last time we were here.**
His voice becomes more sinister, much like people remember.
**Seeds that spell your ultimate destruction as the mat is painted in our image. One that involves the 2 of you being buried within the canvas you claim to love. In front of the very same people you pride yourselves on fighting for. Helpless as they finally see you for what you truly are. Husks, meant to be reaped at the hands of the one holding the scythe.**
He stops, a thought rushing into his head but simply shakes it. He can't afford to allow them to see any sign of weakness within him - especially not when he knows they will pounce upon it in a heartbeat. That's one of the things he knows all too well about this realm.
**For you, I am the one who shall be your final deliverer. The one who shall watch as you both burn at my own hands. Everything you thought that you knew, becoming nothing more than a pile of ash right before your very own eyes. It is how it must be if I am to truly become reborn. If I am to ensure that the onmious whispers you hear are the chariot that lead to your own ruin. Your own damnation - just as it had been before.**
A low growl leaves his lips as he stands. His eyes cautiously surveying his surroudings as his eyes narrow. Whatever it is that is bugging him becomes evident as his face slowly but surely contorts. Yet he manages to retain his focus. His passion for making sure the ones who call themselves the Caffine Mafia arr brought to their end. Just as he has promised they will be.
**I plan on saviouring every moment of it. I want to see the life drain from your eyes as you have no choice but to look into mine. To understand that even though this may be a new window. A phoenix rising from the ashes, it is also the rebirth of the most sadistic, twisted persona you have ever had to stand before. It does not matter to me if you wish to beg or pray, for it has all been sealed. Locked away and ready for the calling.**
He pauses.
**A calling that shall arrive at Showcase.**
It is then that he begins to walk off, the sensation growing even more within him that this place holds some sort of significance to him. Growling, he softly tugs on his face, feeling the fabric of the mask he has worn since --- a time he doesn't truly remember.
**Why won't you tell me?**
He screams, halting his walk as he hears a soft whisper emitting from the distance.
-Do you remember?-
Looking around, he can't see anybody but knows that the whisper is soft. Feminine like in nature.
**Remember what?**
He questions. Wondering if this is all some kind of trick being played on him. A means to throw him off his guard before his shot at tag team gold.
-Everything. This isn't who you are...-
The voice drifts off, but those words linger in his mind. What did they mean by this isn't who he is? This is all he has known. This is exactly who he is --- or at least, how the world has conditioned him to be. He is convinced that whoever it is, they have to be trying to get inside of his head --- poke inside of the monster and see if there is something inside of there to tug at. To stop him from breaking his foes. Both at Showcase and Beyond.
**This is who I am. No matter what anybody tries to say --- and at Showcase, I will show that to the world as they squirm within my hands.**
He continues his walk, trying to shake the sensation out of his mind. The feeling that something isn't right about this. About him.
One way or another, it shall be answered at Showcase.