Post by Thorne on Jan 20, 2023 18:43:46 GMT
OOC: Hey I just want to say, looking forward to facing off against Enigma here in The Entity. I know our match is going to be hella brutal and very violent, however in the end only one shall stand victorious at the end with that being said best of luck to you Enigma. Really looking forward to what you come up with also.
- Gabe.
“What is Death?”
Fucked. Just utterly fucked. What the fuck am I doing? Why did I do what I did? Why didn’t I just say GOODBYE.. WHHHHHHHHHHHY? Just Why couldn’t I say GOODBYE; for god fucking sake.. Two single fucking words could have stopped it all, all those years ago.. But nooooo I just wasn’t brave enough back then, I was just a mere child back then..
I could have told an adult, I could have told a doctor, but I didn’t, I could have told anyone what had occurred.. I could have told even my mother what had happened, the real truth of what really went down that night, but I didn’t.. I could have spoken up, I could have told her the truth, but I didn’t..
In short, I had failed. The 80 percent that I did talk too were just as useless, just as stupid as when I started out and the other 10 percent… Well don’t get going on them, they just assumed I was beyond repair… or that I’d just get over it, but I couldn’t. The thoughts, my thoughts… they just seemed to get worse, fuck they only got stronger. The urges I’d have or get. It only killed me a little more inside, knowing what really went down that night, to the point where I have grown cold…
Then again by the 5th or 6th time of speaking with one of them physiatrists I slowly started to break and then by the 9th or 10th time I had, I had, had enough, it was then I had given in, given in to the urge, the urge to just accept what had occurred that night..
“FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!” I screamed out loud, knowing my damn life had just changed. Knowing damn well not a single thing could change what just occurred to me. Knowing Damn well those few minutes couldn’t be brought back or returned to me.
“FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!” I screamed out again, as a tear trickled down the side of my face, my parents both just dead inside, my father physically dead at the hands of my mother and my mother emotionally dead inside..
That night changed a lot of things, not just for me, but for my entire family as well.. My father died and my mother was hauled off by the police for murdering my father and of course for me. I was a fucking orphan now, yea sure I had family members though who would want to take in a child who had just gone through the bullshit I had?
Who’d want to take care of a child who’d be in therapy for the rest of their life? Who’d want a child who just suffered what I had suffered? I didn’t just lose one parent that day, I lost both of my parents that night.
My mother killed my father for what he had done, before ultimately trying to end her life at the end as she couldn’t bare the fucking pain, knowing what I had endoured, then again I don’t think no parent would.. Though if she only knew the truth, if I had just told her what had really happened..
What aunt or uncle would want to bare the burden of having to take care of a child who wasn’t just mentally fucked, but completely unattached to the world around them? One thing was unquestionable: I had no one, I had no family, though that would come to change when I’d come to meet her..
She took me in with no questions asked, not knowing I was a child who had an almost compulsive need to cause and inflict as much agony and pain among those who did just that to her.. So why, why did I choose to come back? Why after all these years, after running away and disappearing did I choose to come back here of all places? What was the place? St Albans, England the very place I once called home before meeting him..
Was it to confront my past? Was it to bring solace to me? Why? Why did I come back to the god forsaken damn place? The one place that brought nothing but painful memories to me, though not just painful memories but agony as well..
St. Albans was the one place that brought not just pure pain to me, but also a bit of comfort to me, you could almost go as far as saying a bit of happiness to me, for it was the one place I had never wanted to return to until I met him..
I thought to myself as the National Express bus had come to a screeching halt within the bus station, no longer did I have to sit annoyed with the constant bullshit conversations taking place around me, or the young female child kicking the back of my seat.. Or the young teenage boy tapping his finger on the window he looked out or by the baby in front of me, crying, shitting or just soiling itself because it’s pathetic excuse of a fucking mother refused to acknowledge it.
Tough love. . . That was the fucking excuse she gave when I had asked her if her child was okay. Tough love? Seriously, tough fucking love, that’s the best thing you could have come up with? What about entertaining the poor thing.. Poor thing having to be brought into this world like that and people wonder why there’s monsters in this fucking world like him..
Well, there you have it, shit like that is what makes a monster, the very monsters you come to read about in the news papers or hear about on your evening fucking news.. Though to people like me they aren’t monsters but a hero to someone like myself..
A hero that I needed in a time of crisis, a time of pain, a time of suffering, he was the pillar I needed and unfortunately to most he was a monster, he wasn’t a saint, he wasn’t an angel, but he was my angel, my saint..
Like me to a select few who suffered similar shit at the hands of whoever it be they trusted, they too had someone just like him; To me he wasn’t a monster, he was my guardian, my protector, the knight I needed, the guiding light that lighted the way in the darkness..
I thought to myself as I slowly walked down the narrow aisle leading towards the front of the bus, the bus driver stood stationed outside his shuttle as one by one each passenger walked on off the National Express that brought them to their destination. I walked past the driver of the bus shuttle, I smiled as I pulled a single cigarette from my pack of cigarettes, there he was standing, waiting for me like he always had down in the past..
“Hey you!”
He could be heard saying as I placed the single cigarette between my lips, as the single cigarette sat between my parched lips, waiting for me to light it up and take a puff off of it. As I reach into one of my pant pockets in search of a lighter to light my cancer stick. It could be seen I was struggling to find my lighter as a few seconds passed.
“Hey” I replied back as I continued to struggle looking for my lighter, after a second or two of fumbling around in my pocket I had found the lighter. Finally I thought to myself as I slowly began pulling it out I flick it as it produces a small bright orangish flame.
“Refreshing..”
I state as I take a single drag from it, blowing the smoke out of my mouth as I do it's consumed by the air. A slow, alluring, devious grin seeps onto my face.
“I can only imagine.” He states while looking at me as I place my baggage's down, as my baggage's hit the cold hard concrete below, he smiles.
“What?”
I question with confusion.
“Oh nothing, nothing at all..” He says in a calm, comforting, almost fatherly way, reassuring me nothing was wrong, as he picks my baggage's up and places them in the trunk of his all blacked out 2017 Bentley Flying Spur, as he does he signals me to get inside of the luxury vehicle.
“Abilene, tonight you’ll see exactly what I’ve been up to since you’ve been gone, my love..” He says as he walks around to the luxury vehicle that is his Bentley Flying Spur.
“Wait, what?”
“I didn’t stutter my love, to live you must embrace death first, tonight you’ll not just embrace death, but agony as well along this journey you’ll come to take with me..” He said as he burst out in a maniacal-like-laugh as he slowly opened up the Bentley’s rear driver side door and got in.
A few minutes had passed as I stopped dead in my tracks, as I did, he must’ve sensed something was wrong, as he rolled the passenger side window down and called out to me. “Abilene..”
“Abilene” He yelled a second time, as he did, I replied back in a hesitant voice.
“Comin’, just finishing up these here smoke”
I replied as the smoke oozed out from inside my puckers and moved silently past my porcelain-like skinned face like that of a deadly snake lurking in the shadows before it strikes down upon its prey, as I blew it into the cool, cold air that could be felt upon my pale white skin.
“About damn time my love..”
“Sorry ‘bout that, just kinda got lost in the moment.”
“Oh.. no worries love, we’ve all done that at one point or another, even yours truly believe it or not has done that before..”
He said signaling to his driver as we slowly pulled away from the bus station where he had been waiting for my arrival.
Thirty almost forty minutes had passed since we had left the bus station. I know at some point.. “You ok my love?” He questions me.. “Yes, yes I am, why is it that you ask?” I question, knowing all too well the damn answer, he wasn’t stupid, sure a bit cold from time to time, but stupid he definitely wasn’t and that was a fact..
“Well my love, you’re breathing is a bit abnormal then usual, it is because of that I ask if you are okay?” He replies back to me, it’s like he could tell something was up, something was wrong with me..
And ugh.. He had every right to think that something was wrong considering I have been a bit uneasy since I arrived in England.
“I know, I just got a lot on my mind is all..”
I reply back as I take a deep breath, before exhaling as we continue down the rural dirt road. Fuck. He knows, he fucking knows.. Who was I fucking kidding? Was I only kidding myself? I must’ve been, I had to have known at some point he would make me confront my past, the past I had tried to forget all those years prior..
After a few minutes, we pull off the main rural road and slowly begin to pull onto the driveway of a private lodge, as we do large steel black gates swing open, as they do, we continue on into the property and within a few seconds of entering the private property, the gates close behind us, we had arrived..
[Rec.]
Well.. well.. Well.. As you all know I came forth on January 20th during Kaged In and we all saw what I did, we all laid witness to the destruction I brought upon the Entity during its first ever event Final Hour..
If you’ve forgotten, allow me to refresh your minds; At Final Hour you all witnessed the demise of one Christian Knight, the one trick pony who identified as that of ‘The Any Night Delight’ when I jumped the barricade.
Poor soul fell victim at the hands of yours truly, you see then I not only made another appearance that night when I snatched up Archer, but you see I didn’t hurt the man, I kept you all in the dark, not knowing who I’d attack next or when I’d attack even where I’d attack.
Though as you all came to witness at Kaged In, I made my appearance known once again, only this time, this time I made it clear who was next when Enigma and I exchanged a dead stare between one another..
Now.. unlike many who have come to be part of the ever so growing industry of professional wrestling, I am not in this industry of friendship making if you couldn’t tell already. I am not here in Entity to build relationships.
I am here just for one thing..
That one thing is this and only this: To win.
That is right I am not here for friendships, for friendships don’t bring me money, they don’t put the food on my table, one could say they at times even have been known to hold one back from achieving their true potential. I truthfully could say that is all they do..
Both competitors allow their feelings to overtake them, clouding their judgment on what and why they are truly in this industry and well if it’s not to win you’re in the wrong industry my friend.
The only other thing I am here to do is to solidify myself a legacy: Like most I too am looking to solidify a legacy of my own, though unlike the other combatants within the Entity, my legacy doesn’t rely on that of my family’s reputation or who came before me in this business..
Oh no..
You see my legacy also shall not be defined by how many championship titles I’ve won, how many battles I’ve been a part of and come out victorious of.. Sure championships, wins, awards those are all nice things to have, but they don’t mean a damn thing to me in the end: In the end all those things are, are just things that comfort one’s own ego and only that..
You see, unlike most I don’t need any validation from my peers or some year end list to stroke my ego like most in this industry do, you see unlike them I truly couldn’t give two damn shits about any of that..
You see my legacy won’t be like anyone else's in fact, just like me, it’ll be just as unique. It'll be a legacy that show’s not just what kind of combatant I was during battle, but also that of how I was outside the warzone..
Go ahead.. make all of your snide comments about what I just said, take to your social media accounts, Tweet out to all our followers in your little circles. In the end you all know I am not lying, not one bit.
Life is not all sunshine and rainbows, it just isn’t and in my world it’s more grey then it is any of that bullshit, laugh all you want in the end you know damn well I am telling nothing but facts or am I just blowing smoke up your ass, I’d like to thank there’s some truth to what I just said..
Now I may not have the experience like most who’ve come to whore themselves out throughout this business over the years, it doesn’t mean I'm new to competing or fighting in general and where I’ve been I’ve laid waste to those who’ve come to stand before me Chelomtsev Yurievich, Sev or as you call yourself Enigma, I’ve also seen defeat something you will come to see here in Entity when we face off against one another mate. I will say this congrats on your latest victory here within the Entity, earning the Crimson Championship title, well earned..
Enigma you may be the Current reigning Crimson champion here within the Entity, however in all honestly I couldn’t give two shits. I have nothing to lose, you on the other hand do and well just like everyone else you are no different, for in the end Sev, you are just another obstacle in my path that I will lay waste to just as I have to those before you..
I have faced everything from some nobody among the underground fighting circuits in England and across the pond in the United States to those who were legends and known names lit in bright lights, either way it’ll make no damn difference at the end of the night: as at the end of the night only ONE of us will walkout of Midnight Massacre victorious with championship gold around our waist something I honestly couldn’t care if I had or not..
It’s just another damn thing I got to carry along with me in my damn luggage. You see mate, I am nothing like you’ve faced before, not here in the Entity, not there in the Pro Wrestling Excellence. Unlike you, I can do a quick internet search and wham there you are, all the needed facts I want to know, from your favorite food etc.
Now, go, go ahead try finding something about me, I’ll guarantee that you won’t be able to, I am more of an enigma then you yourself are Sev within this industry, hell for fuck sakes, for all you may know the name Damien Thorne may be an alias and not even my real name after all I needed something to sign the dotted line with to come join the ranks here within the Entity.
You have very little to go off of other then what I’ve provided on that contract, sure you may know a little bit, like my height and weight, my hometown if again that is my hometown or the maneuver I plan on using to put you away with to be the victor of this contest that the two of us will take part in come the 20th of February when Midnight Massacre goes live from the Madison Square garden in New York City, New York the very first event to be held within the states.
Sev, we can talk all the shit we want to, hell we can go back and forth like little children do on whatever social media platform you choose whether it be TikTok, Instagram, Snachat, even Twitter none of that is going to matter in the end and you and I both know that or so I’d like to assume you do. You don’t look like a stupid bloke like most I’ve come to see on those platforms, god forbid I’m wrong, I’d surely hate to be, either way come the 20th, you and I will come face to face with one another for the Entity Crimson Championship title, a title considered by most within this industry as one of the most brutal championships title within the industry..
I do not care if you think I’ll be some cakewalk and if you do believe that, then you my friend are more foolish than you look. I can almost guarantee, wait no I can promise you this match, our match is not going to be what you expect.
I am not walking in expecting a cake walk and neither should you. I am however walking in expecting one hell of a match against you and hope to god you bring every bit of you to this match for anything less will result in your downfall..
A kink in your armor as they’d say back home if you failed to bring your very best, it’s something I’m counting on mate. I can tell you this, the Entity has some of the greatest talent in this industry, and hell, I am one of them as are you..
The only difference between us is one of us currently holds championship gold, and well the other one doesn’t, in the end it doesn’t matter, I came to brawl and a bloody brawl you’re going to get mate. The Entity’s very own Cory Jones Jr. or CJJ can pencil in his little predictions, guessing and talking about who he thinks is going to walk in and walkout the Crimson Champion of the Entity.
Hell the bookies taking bets can pencil in their little predictions, and add their little remarks, but at the end of it all, this match is about who’s the hungriest among the two combatants battling it out inside that square circle in front of the thousands in attendance at the Garden; In the end it’s either going to be you Enigma or yours truly.
In the end one of us will stand tall, will stand victorious over the other who fell to the wayside and became just an afterthought, after all that’s exactly what will happen, the fans, those in the backstage won’t talk about the combatant who failed to pick up the victory, but the one who became the victor standing tall in the middle of that ring.
Sev, I don’t know who you’ve faced, what you’ve done in this industry. In the end I don’t give two shits as none of that matters in the end, it may to you, but it doesn’t to me. Allow me to remind you, who exactly who I am and in case you forgot Sev, my name is DAMIEN THORNE and I am ‘The Black Dahlia’..
A real monster unlike you Sev, I’m the kind you’re warned as a child growing up. I am the kind you read about or hear about on the News.. I am just as sick and twisted as the monsters that those very people deem too dangerous to society, thus placing them in cages.
Seriously, Monster Machine? That’s the best you could come up with Sev? Were you fucking watching Nick Jr. or something and thought to yourself the name Monster Machine from the children’s show Blaze and the Monster Machines would be a good idea or something? I surely hope that’s not how you came about your little nickname there.
Even if I am, I honestly couldn’t care how you came about getting the nickname Monster Machine. Sev, let this be the 1st warning for you and not just you but the boys in the back back, you this as the 1st warning as I put not just you, but the entire Entity roster and industry on notice.
I am here.
Please believe I have arrived to do one thing and one thing only and that’s to bring madness and chaos to a place trying to make its name known in an already chaotic world we live in.. Sev, I am not your run of the mill, cookie-cutter pro wrestler who’s either went to some high class wrestling school or a child of a former wrestler. I am none of that nor would I want to be..
I am not some legend of this industry like the man who noticed you, recruiting you to be an enforcer or some bonafide icon of this industry or some self proclaimed show stealer.
I am, however, the ONE man who stands before you and victory. I am the one man who you must beat to keep the Entity Crimson Championship title you currently hold onto, Sev. I am that man.
Oh, and Sev, if you step in my way, you had better be able to see through all of the fucking bullshit and I do mean all of it as if you don’t I will knock your fucking lights out at the 1st chance I get and I’ll enjoy ever fucking single minute of it, better believe that mate..
Oh and Sev my boy, I’ll see you soon my boy..
- Gabe.
⛧⛧⛧ A Black Dahlia Production ⛧⛧⛧
⛧⛧ A.. Damien Thorne Rp.. ⛧⛧
⛧⛧ A.. Damien Thorne Rp.. ⛧⛧
“What is Death?”
“All I want in life is to be happy, happy
It seems funny to me...
How fucked things can be...
Every time I get ahead...
I feel more dead..”
It seems funny to me...
How fucked things can be...
Every time I get ahead...
I feel more dead..”
Fucked. Just utterly fucked. What the fuck am I doing? Why did I do what I did? Why didn’t I just say GOODBYE.. WHHHHHHHHHHHY? Just Why couldn’t I say GOODBYE; for god fucking sake.. Two single fucking words could have stopped it all, all those years ago.. But nooooo I just wasn’t brave enough back then, I was just a mere child back then..
I could have told an adult, I could have told a doctor, but I didn’t, I could have told anyone what had occurred.. I could have told even my mother what had happened, the real truth of what really went down that night, but I didn’t.. I could have spoken up, I could have told her the truth, but I didn’t..
In short, I had failed. The 80 percent that I did talk too were just as useless, just as stupid as when I started out and the other 10 percent… Well don’t get going on them, they just assumed I was beyond repair… or that I’d just get over it, but I couldn’t. The thoughts, my thoughts… they just seemed to get worse, fuck they only got stronger. The urges I’d have or get. It only killed me a little more inside, knowing what really went down that night, to the point where I have grown cold…
Then again by the 5th or 6th time of speaking with one of them physiatrists I slowly started to break and then by the 9th or 10th time I had, I had, had enough, it was then I had given in, given in to the urge, the urge to just accept what had occurred that night..
“FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!” I screamed out loud, knowing my damn life had just changed. Knowing damn well not a single thing could change what just occurred to me. Knowing Damn well those few minutes couldn’t be brought back or returned to me.
“FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!” I screamed out again, as a tear trickled down the side of my face, my parents both just dead inside, my father physically dead at the hands of my mother and my mother emotionally dead inside..
That night changed a lot of things, not just for me, but for my entire family as well.. My father died and my mother was hauled off by the police for murdering my father and of course for me. I was a fucking orphan now, yea sure I had family members though who would want to take in a child who had just gone through the bullshit I had?
Who’d want to take care of a child who’d be in therapy for the rest of their life? Who’d want a child who just suffered what I had suffered? I didn’t just lose one parent that day, I lost both of my parents that night.
My mother killed my father for what he had done, before ultimately trying to end her life at the end as she couldn’t bare the fucking pain, knowing what I had endoured, then again I don’t think no parent would.. Though if she only knew the truth, if I had just told her what had really happened..
What aunt or uncle would want to bare the burden of having to take care of a child who wasn’t just mentally fucked, but completely unattached to the world around them? One thing was unquestionable: I had no one, I had no family, though that would come to change when I’d come to meet her..
She took me in with no questions asked, not knowing I was a child who had an almost compulsive need to cause and inflict as much agony and pain among those who did just that to her.. So why, why did I choose to come back? Why after all these years, after running away and disappearing did I choose to come back here of all places? What was the place? St Albans, England the very place I once called home before meeting him..
Was it to confront my past? Was it to bring solace to me? Why? Why did I come back to the god forsaken damn place? The one place that brought nothing but painful memories to me, though not just painful memories but agony as well..
St. Albans was the one place that brought not just pure pain to me, but also a bit of comfort to me, you could almost go as far as saying a bit of happiness to me, for it was the one place I had never wanted to return to until I met him..
I thought to myself as the National Express bus had come to a screeching halt within the bus station, no longer did I have to sit annoyed with the constant bullshit conversations taking place around me, or the young female child kicking the back of my seat.. Or the young teenage boy tapping his finger on the window he looked out or by the baby in front of me, crying, shitting or just soiling itself because it’s pathetic excuse of a fucking mother refused to acknowledge it.
Tough love. . . That was the fucking excuse she gave when I had asked her if her child was okay. Tough love? Seriously, tough fucking love, that’s the best thing you could have come up with? What about entertaining the poor thing.. Poor thing having to be brought into this world like that and people wonder why there’s monsters in this fucking world like him..
Well, there you have it, shit like that is what makes a monster, the very monsters you come to read about in the news papers or hear about on your evening fucking news.. Though to people like me they aren’t monsters but a hero to someone like myself..
A hero that I needed in a time of crisis, a time of pain, a time of suffering, he was the pillar I needed and unfortunately to most he was a monster, he wasn’t a saint, he wasn’t an angel, but he was my angel, my saint..
Like me to a select few who suffered similar shit at the hands of whoever it be they trusted, they too had someone just like him; To me he wasn’t a monster, he was my guardian, my protector, the knight I needed, the guiding light that lighted the way in the darkness..
I thought to myself as I slowly walked down the narrow aisle leading towards the front of the bus, the bus driver stood stationed outside his shuttle as one by one each passenger walked on off the National Express that brought them to their destination. I walked past the driver of the bus shuttle, I smiled as I pulled a single cigarette from my pack of cigarettes, there he was standing, waiting for me like he always had down in the past..
“Hey you!”
He could be heard saying as I placed the single cigarette between my lips, as the single cigarette sat between my parched lips, waiting for me to light it up and take a puff off of it. As I reach into one of my pant pockets in search of a lighter to light my cancer stick. It could be seen I was struggling to find my lighter as a few seconds passed.
“Hey” I replied back as I continued to struggle looking for my lighter, after a second or two of fumbling around in my pocket I had found the lighter. Finally I thought to myself as I slowly began pulling it out I flick it as it produces a small bright orangish flame.
“Refreshing..”
I state as I take a single drag from it, blowing the smoke out of my mouth as I do it's consumed by the air. A slow, alluring, devious grin seeps onto my face.
“I can only imagine.” He states while looking at me as I place my baggage's down, as my baggage's hit the cold hard concrete below, he smiles.
“What?”
I question with confusion.
“Oh nothing, nothing at all..” He says in a calm, comforting, almost fatherly way, reassuring me nothing was wrong, as he picks my baggage's up and places them in the trunk of his all blacked out 2017 Bentley Flying Spur, as he does he signals me to get inside of the luxury vehicle.
“Abilene, tonight you’ll see exactly what I’ve been up to since you’ve been gone, my love..” He says as he walks around to the luxury vehicle that is his Bentley Flying Spur.
“Wait, what?”
“I didn’t stutter my love, to live you must embrace death first, tonight you’ll not just embrace death, but agony as well along this journey you’ll come to take with me..” He said as he burst out in a maniacal-like-laugh as he slowly opened up the Bentley’s rear driver side door and got in.
A few minutes had passed as I stopped dead in my tracks, as I did, he must’ve sensed something was wrong, as he rolled the passenger side window down and called out to me. “Abilene..”
“Abilene” He yelled a second time, as he did, I replied back in a hesitant voice.
“Comin’, just finishing up these here smoke”
I replied as the smoke oozed out from inside my puckers and moved silently past my porcelain-like skinned face like that of a deadly snake lurking in the shadows before it strikes down upon its prey, as I blew it into the cool, cold air that could be felt upon my pale white skin.
“About damn time my love..”
“Sorry ‘bout that, just kinda got lost in the moment.”
“Oh.. no worries love, we’ve all done that at one point or another, even yours truly believe it or not has done that before..”
He said signaling to his driver as we slowly pulled away from the bus station where he had been waiting for my arrival.
Thirty almost forty minutes had passed since we had left the bus station. I know at some point.. “You ok my love?” He questions me.. “Yes, yes I am, why is it that you ask?” I question, knowing all too well the damn answer, he wasn’t stupid, sure a bit cold from time to time, but stupid he definitely wasn’t and that was a fact..
“Well my love, you’re breathing is a bit abnormal then usual, it is because of that I ask if you are okay?” He replies back to me, it’s like he could tell something was up, something was wrong with me..
And ugh.. He had every right to think that something was wrong considering I have been a bit uneasy since I arrived in England.
“I know, I just got a lot on my mind is all..”
I reply back as I take a deep breath, before exhaling as we continue down the rural dirt road. Fuck. He knows, he fucking knows.. Who was I fucking kidding? Was I only kidding myself? I must’ve been, I had to have known at some point he would make me confront my past, the past I had tried to forget all those years prior..
After a few minutes, we pull off the main rural road and slowly begin to pull onto the driveway of a private lodge, as we do large steel black gates swing open, as they do, we continue on into the property and within a few seconds of entering the private property, the gates close behind us, we had arrived..
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[Rec.]
Well.. well.. Well.. As you all know I came forth on January 20th during Kaged In and we all saw what I did, we all laid witness to the destruction I brought upon the Entity during its first ever event Final Hour..
If you’ve forgotten, allow me to refresh your minds; At Final Hour you all witnessed the demise of one Christian Knight, the one trick pony who identified as that of ‘The Any Night Delight’ when I jumped the barricade.
Poor soul fell victim at the hands of yours truly, you see then I not only made another appearance that night when I snatched up Archer, but you see I didn’t hurt the man, I kept you all in the dark, not knowing who I’d attack next or when I’d attack even where I’d attack.
Though as you all came to witness at Kaged In, I made my appearance known once again, only this time, this time I made it clear who was next when Enigma and I exchanged a dead stare between one another..
Now.. unlike many who have come to be part of the ever so growing industry of professional wrestling, I am not in this industry of friendship making if you couldn’t tell already. I am not here in Entity to build relationships.
I am here just for one thing..
That one thing is this and only this: To win.
That is right I am not here for friendships, for friendships don’t bring me money, they don’t put the food on my table, one could say they at times even have been known to hold one back from achieving their true potential. I truthfully could say that is all they do..
Both competitors allow their feelings to overtake them, clouding their judgment on what and why they are truly in this industry and well if it’s not to win you’re in the wrong industry my friend.
The only other thing I am here to do is to solidify myself a legacy: Like most I too am looking to solidify a legacy of my own, though unlike the other combatants within the Entity, my legacy doesn’t rely on that of my family’s reputation or who came before me in this business..
Oh no..
You see my legacy also shall not be defined by how many championship titles I’ve won, how many battles I’ve been a part of and come out victorious of.. Sure championships, wins, awards those are all nice things to have, but they don’t mean a damn thing to me in the end: In the end all those things are, are just things that comfort one’s own ego and only that..
You see, unlike most I don’t need any validation from my peers or some year end list to stroke my ego like most in this industry do, you see unlike them I truly couldn’t give two damn shits about any of that..
You see my legacy won’t be like anyone else's in fact, just like me, it’ll be just as unique. It'll be a legacy that show’s not just what kind of combatant I was during battle, but also that of how I was outside the warzone..
Go ahead.. make all of your snide comments about what I just said, take to your social media accounts, Tweet out to all our followers in your little circles. In the end you all know I am not lying, not one bit.
Life is not all sunshine and rainbows, it just isn’t and in my world it’s more grey then it is any of that bullshit, laugh all you want in the end you know damn well I am telling nothing but facts or am I just blowing smoke up your ass, I’d like to thank there’s some truth to what I just said..
Now I may not have the experience like most who’ve come to whore themselves out throughout this business over the years, it doesn’t mean I'm new to competing or fighting in general and where I’ve been I’ve laid waste to those who’ve come to stand before me Chelomtsev Yurievich, Sev or as you call yourself Enigma, I’ve also seen defeat something you will come to see here in Entity when we face off against one another mate. I will say this congrats on your latest victory here within the Entity, earning the Crimson Championship title, well earned..
Enigma you may be the Current reigning Crimson champion here within the Entity, however in all honestly I couldn’t give two shits. I have nothing to lose, you on the other hand do and well just like everyone else you are no different, for in the end Sev, you are just another obstacle in my path that I will lay waste to just as I have to those before you..
I have faced everything from some nobody among the underground fighting circuits in England and across the pond in the United States to those who were legends and known names lit in bright lights, either way it’ll make no damn difference at the end of the night: as at the end of the night only ONE of us will walkout of Midnight Massacre victorious with championship gold around our waist something I honestly couldn’t care if I had or not..
It’s just another damn thing I got to carry along with me in my damn luggage. You see mate, I am nothing like you’ve faced before, not here in the Entity, not there in the Pro Wrestling Excellence. Unlike you, I can do a quick internet search and wham there you are, all the needed facts I want to know, from your favorite food etc.
Now, go, go ahead try finding something about me, I’ll guarantee that you won’t be able to, I am more of an enigma then you yourself are Sev within this industry, hell for fuck sakes, for all you may know the name Damien Thorne may be an alias and not even my real name after all I needed something to sign the dotted line with to come join the ranks here within the Entity.
You have very little to go off of other then what I’ve provided on that contract, sure you may know a little bit, like my height and weight, my hometown if again that is my hometown or the maneuver I plan on using to put you away with to be the victor of this contest that the two of us will take part in come the 20th of February when Midnight Massacre goes live from the Madison Square garden in New York City, New York the very first event to be held within the states.
Sev, we can talk all the shit we want to, hell we can go back and forth like little children do on whatever social media platform you choose whether it be TikTok, Instagram, Snachat, even Twitter none of that is going to matter in the end and you and I both know that or so I’d like to assume you do. You don’t look like a stupid bloke like most I’ve come to see on those platforms, god forbid I’m wrong, I’d surely hate to be, either way come the 20th, you and I will come face to face with one another for the Entity Crimson Championship title, a title considered by most within this industry as one of the most brutal championships title within the industry..
I do not care if you think I’ll be some cakewalk and if you do believe that, then you my friend are more foolish than you look. I can almost guarantee, wait no I can promise you this match, our match is not going to be what you expect.
I am not walking in expecting a cake walk and neither should you. I am however walking in expecting one hell of a match against you and hope to god you bring every bit of you to this match for anything less will result in your downfall..
A kink in your armor as they’d say back home if you failed to bring your very best, it’s something I’m counting on mate. I can tell you this, the Entity has some of the greatest talent in this industry, and hell, I am one of them as are you..
The only difference between us is one of us currently holds championship gold, and well the other one doesn’t, in the end it doesn’t matter, I came to brawl and a bloody brawl you’re going to get mate. The Entity’s very own Cory Jones Jr. or CJJ can pencil in his little predictions, guessing and talking about who he thinks is going to walk in and walkout the Crimson Champion of the Entity.
Hell the bookies taking bets can pencil in their little predictions, and add their little remarks, but at the end of it all, this match is about who’s the hungriest among the two combatants battling it out inside that square circle in front of the thousands in attendance at the Garden; In the end it’s either going to be you Enigma or yours truly.
In the end one of us will stand tall, will stand victorious over the other who fell to the wayside and became just an afterthought, after all that’s exactly what will happen, the fans, those in the backstage won’t talk about the combatant who failed to pick up the victory, but the one who became the victor standing tall in the middle of that ring.
Sev, I don’t know who you’ve faced, what you’ve done in this industry. In the end I don’t give two shits as none of that matters in the end, it may to you, but it doesn’t to me. Allow me to remind you, who exactly who I am and in case you forgot Sev, my name is DAMIEN THORNE and I am ‘The Black Dahlia’..
A real monster unlike you Sev, I’m the kind you’re warned as a child growing up. I am the kind you read about or hear about on the News.. I am just as sick and twisted as the monsters that those very people deem too dangerous to society, thus placing them in cages.
Seriously, Monster Machine? That’s the best you could come up with Sev? Were you fucking watching Nick Jr. or something and thought to yourself the name Monster Machine from the children’s show Blaze and the Monster Machines would be a good idea or something? I surely hope that’s not how you came about your little nickname there.
Even if I am, I honestly couldn’t care how you came about getting the nickname Monster Machine. Sev, let this be the 1st warning for you and not just you but the boys in the back back, you this as the 1st warning as I put not just you, but the entire Entity roster and industry on notice.
I am here.
Please believe I have arrived to do one thing and one thing only and that’s to bring madness and chaos to a place trying to make its name known in an already chaotic world we live in.. Sev, I am not your run of the mill, cookie-cutter pro wrestler who’s either went to some high class wrestling school or a child of a former wrestler. I am none of that nor would I want to be..
I am not some legend of this industry like the man who noticed you, recruiting you to be an enforcer or some bonafide icon of this industry or some self proclaimed show stealer.
I am, however, the ONE man who stands before you and victory. I am the one man who you must beat to keep the Entity Crimson Championship title you currently hold onto, Sev. I am that man.
Oh, and Sev, if you step in my way, you had better be able to see through all of the fucking bullshit and I do mean all of it as if you don’t I will knock your fucking lights out at the 1st chance I get and I’ll enjoy ever fucking single minute of it, better believe that mate..
Oh and Sev my boy, I’ll see you soon my boy..
