Post by Smash/TheEntity on Sept 5, 2023 3:22:47 GMT
The world is a dark and cold place. Evil has deep seated roots in humanity which is often presented under the disguise of compassion, empathy and support. Only the strong survive in the burning hell that is the earth though. The weak? Well they suffer in the burning abyss and get eaten alive by their demons despite fighting desperately all their life to suppress them.
WE are the strong.
Justin York.
Atara Raven.
James Raven.
The raven himself, Matthew Knox.
Johnathan Cable.
Enigma.
Smash.
We were made to live in the infernal regions of this universe.
THEM? I am not so certain.
Joe Montuori.
Mac Bane.
Kat Jones.
Austin Ramsey.
Bam Miller.
Peter Vaughn.
And
YOU.
Chris Page. The self proclaimed icon. The man who thinks he can come into my company inconsequentially and put your hands on me. The man that signs your paychecks. The international man of mystery. That didn’t pan out so well in your favor at Carnival of Chaos.
You fell right into my perfectly woven web and there was no way out from there. You have not only yourself but the poor souls that call themselves your clients burrowed so far into a wormhole that there is no way out and the only light at the end of the tunnel is so small and closing in. All it’s going to take is one quick boot the bury that light and you have seven of them headed your way. I can’t blame you or your brand for being so effervescent but they just might when you and they feel the embarrassment that nobody else has been able to deliver.
It isn’t you versus the world anymore Page, it’s now you against us and we have the world in the palm of our hands. The world was expiring long before your expedition to conquer them and you know that truth lies in those words. Disguise it whichever way makes you feel most at home in your misery but we all know that deep down you feel the inevitable, you know that you are now in the position they were in.
Darkness hurts Chris but what’s in it kills. I know your ego is so inflated that you don’t believe that and soon enough that will be the pit of your downfall and the beginning of the slow and excruciating death of Chronic Chris Page Enterprises.
A damp, cold, foggy night with a torrential downpour occurring on a September evening is where everything took place. The thunder crackled loud enough to wake anything that slept through a storm as such. The lightning lighting up the skies with consistent frequency. The strong gusts of wind shook the old window panes against the fatigued wooden frames. Shingles blew off of the torn up roof and disappeared into the night. Inside the home was darkened from a power outage caused by the disastrous storm. Everything was dimly lit by candle sticks, wax dripping down them and into their holders as they burned away. A family of four rested inside the home, a mother, a father and two boys the eldest of the two being just ten years old and the youngest six. The mother and the father can be heard over the storm engaged in a large argument. The yelling can be heard over the storm. The eldest boy peers through the door of his bedroom watching it all unfold, the father catches a glimpse of the two eyes which are lit up by the candle light flickering. He storms over and firmly says the words “get to bed!” Before pulling the door completely closed. The boy runs and leaps back into his bed just as the lightning cracks once again and slowly drifts off to sleep despite the ongoing argument just a few feet outside of his door. It isn’t long after he falls asleep that the mother has had enough of the father yelling that she takes one of the candles and tosses it directly at him, striking him causing hot candle wax to fly everywhere. The candle hits a fluffy rug in the floor which almost instantly causes the carpet to catch fire.
“What the hell is your issue?!”
The father yells as he runs to grab a jug of water to toss it on the rapidly spreading flames in hopes to control the fire with no success. The flames spread rapidly over the bedroom door where the boys are sleeping. The mother begins to scream trying to wake them up but cannot get close enough to be heard due to the extreme heat.
“Call 911, what the hell have you done?”
The father screams at the top of his lungs. The mother rushes to the phone and picks it up off of the base on the wall only to realize that there is no power and can’t even get a dial tone. The father is picking up anything that isn’t tied down and tossing it against the door in hopes to wake up the kids. At this point the house has become a burning inferno and thick black smoke is filling the house. The father and mother are coughing heavily as they try and try again to get the children to wake up. It isn’t long before the father passes out from the inhalation of smoke and the mother makes a split second to decision to rush to the back door which is nearly engulfed in flames and she falls to one knee before ultimately losing consciousness. The house at this point is fully blazing in flames. The eldest boy wakes up suddenly to the sound of crackling and burning. He jumps out of bed and rushes to his bedroom door and grabs ahold of the metal handle which burns him instantly and he shrieks in pain. He screams out for his mother and father who offer no response. He begins to weep as he is petrified. The smoke has begun to fill the room and he starts to cough and the decides to take a lava lamp off of his night table and toss it through the window shattering glass everywhere. He pulls his brother out of bed and right to his feet with the superhuman strength that adrenaline gives you. He points to the window and screams “We have to go!” The brother climbs on the window sill with his help and drops to the ground below and begins to look around for the sounds of sirens that he hears. The eldest boy wraps his hand in a towel that was left on his floor and rips the door open with all of his might and is met with the flames that rush into the room and catch his face. The boy screams as if somebody were killing him before turning around and diving out the window with no running start. He hits the ground with a loud thud and is rolling around in pain. It’s at this moment that the Afire trucks and ambulances arrive to the scene and the little brother is screaming for help as the firemen begin to extinguish the blaze. Paramedics rush over the the screaming boy and begin to attend to the horrific injuries that his brother had gotten. They load both boys onto stretchers and into ambulances and ask the youngest boy “where are your parents?” To which he points at the burning home with tears swelling in his eyes. The ambulances with sirens on begin to speed urgently away from the home and toward the local emergency room. The last thing to be heard is the paramedic frantically saying to the eldest boy, “please stay with me” combined with the sound of the rain hitting the top of the ambulance.
The last sight to be seen from the ambulances is the burning house and the several men and women fighting the fire.
Another night of pouring rain, only this time it’s smashing to the concrete and a handheld camera is shaking in the hands of the person holding it. Breath can be seen exhaling from the one behind the camera. Suddenly you hear footsteps clacking insync with the rain starting from a distance and getting closer and closer and the seconds tick by. As the footsteps draw closer the breaths of the figure behind the camera getting heavier and heavier with each exhale. Before long the foot steps stop and a set of legs can be seen in front of the camera which adorn a set of combat boots, black work jeans and the bottom of a long leather trench coat. A muffled voice begins to speak.
I’ve been called many things in my lifetime and none of them were all that great. I have been called ugly, heinously hideous even. I have been called a monster, a freak. I have been made fun of by more fortunate people than myself for the majority of my adolescence. Not once was I offered a hand up. Not once did anyone care about my successes or my wins no matter how big or small. Nobody ever cared.
The voice deepens and even cracks with a touch of emotion.
Not one person called me a hero for taking my brother out of a burning home set ablaze by two illegitimate parents. Nobody recognized the fact that I tried to save my guardians from an inferno that they set with their own misbehaving whether they had fatal intentions or not. You know what everybody did notice though.
The man walks over to the figure holding the camera and raises his hand which brings the camera to the upper portion of the man revealing that it is indeed Smash, the owner of The Entity.
They noticed this.
Smash raises his hands up to his head and pulls down the hood of his trench coat and then slowly begins to lift his mask, peeling it off of his face revealing the true reason he began wearing one in the first place.
Gross right? Go on and have your laughter at my expense, I have grown accustomed to it.
Smash reaches up and touches his healed burned and scarred flesh. He closes his eyes and winces as if he is in agony even though he isn’t in any physical pain.
The mystery man is what you called you me. Am I such a mystery anymore Chris? The mask isn’t a sign of mysteriousness. It is a sign of the heroism and bravery that it took to do what I did that night. To open the gates to hell in search of the ones I loved and that I thought loved me. It is a sign of respect for myself to not be looked down on for the way I look. You see Chris we aren’t so different, we are both human, we both bleed the same. In fact I would go as far as to say I am redeemable while you are not.
Smash clutches his mask with a firm grip and grits his teeth together while staring into the camera with a high level of intensity.
You have proven yourself to be just like everyone else time and time again. You have scratched and clawed to discredit me because I wear a mask instead of giving me credit for being the man who built his own company from the ground up without the help of anyone around me. I am a successful entrepreneur in one of the hardest industries in the world. I brought Tony Savage himself out of retirement to be represented under my banner. Some of your own clawed to be under the same banner, Todrick and Austin Ramsey who ironically has taken the same approach to discrediting and trashing me that you have. You couldn’t have forgotten that you are the champion of the company that is my Entity or are you just that ego driven that you think you’re bigger than me or US? Of course you are. That is exactly the reason you are going to be so diminished when you realize that you have been beaten, that you have finally succumb to all of the empty threats that you have made. When you’re sitting the miserable reality that you have no choice but to finally chew on karma and swallow your pride I will be there not with a hand to help but one to push you further down to hell.
Smash slides his mask back over his face and you can hear each breath through the mask as if he is right behind you.
As for The Entity, I am a man of many faces but I will never lead you astray like the leader of the cult that opposes us. You knew when we got into this that the expectation of this all was that we were going to get crushed like the mighty CCPE has done to so many. You knew what we were getting into was dangerous to our reputations. You knew getting into this that we may not leave with a win, potentially without anything at all but some cuts and scrapes. What I do and have promised you though is that if we put forth our upmost best effort, the kind of effort it took to get us off of the ground to begin with that we have a chance to take this thing home and we can leave with our pride intact. No matter the outcome of the war we have found ourselves knee deep in the trenches of, I am proud of each and every one of you! That’s what a real leader looks like Chris, paint it whatever color you want but shit isn’t pretty. You are a narcissist of the highest level and I felt the need to show you what it looks like to be anything but self centered.
Smash grabs the camera from the figure and pulls it as close to his face as he can without being out of frame.
I hope for your sake that you have made the correct preparations to stand true to what you have promised yourself, your clients, your company and myself. I hope i'm wrong and we get the best Chris Page the world has ever seen, for your sake because if your star is fading like I and others have predicted and you lose to a man that is not an in ring competitor, you’re finished. I will take my championship back and save it from the disgrace that you have become. I hope that you can be a team player and not be the ME in team. For their sake Chris and for yours.
Smash takes a deep breath as the rain begins to slow. Water pours off of his hood and down onto his mask.
The 52 year old lion best hopes he can remain at the top of the food chain or he will be eaten by the creatures in the night.
BRACE YOURSELVES! WE’RE COMING AND THERE'S NOTHING YOU CAN DO TO STOP US!
WE ARE ONE!
WE ARE….
