Post by Kash on Feb 15, 2014 21:08:25 GMT -5
A black private jet touches down at the San Antonio International Airport, and a limousine quickly picks them up and quickly rushes them off to a nearby hotel. At the hotel, they are met with a WCF camera crew, and a promo stage set up. Onyx starts to get agitated by the setup; a shorter man is trying to calm him down. A cameraman, trying to get some behind-the-scenes footage is pushed away by the man. A very shapely brunette accompanying the two men walks into view, rubbing Onyx’s arm and leaning her head on his arm. The short man and the brunette talk for a couple of minutes outside of earshot of Onyx before the brunette leads Onyx away.
* * *
A much calmer-looking Onyx is standing in a Lupus Onyx t-shirt, black jeans and leather jacket, a smug look on his face. The shorter man is dressed in a red suit and black tie, standing in front of Onyx, smiling sinisterly at the camera.
The Doctor: Allow me to formally introduce myself. My name is Paul Humphrey Donaldson, though you WILL... refer to me as, simply, The Doctor. I stand before this mode of communication this evening because it has come to my attention that much needs to be explained to you people, as my client, Lupus... Onyx, suggested would be necessary.
Much has come to light about Lupus Onyx in a short amount of time that gives the impression that perhaps Lupus Onyx is trying to find a niche, a way to get over with who you call the WCF galaxy. Lupus Onyx has been pressured to conform to the lowered intellect of all of you. You see, Lupus Onyx is truly a Satanist, yet he felt he needed to hide that piece of him as all of you were too dense to be justifiably afraid. Lupus Onyx shaved his head, his face, exposed himself to each and every one of you... and yet the comments from others continued.
Enough was enough, and much needed to be said. Personally, not enough was said; specific people should have been taken to task but I have been asked to refrain from speaking out on his behalf. Lupus Onyx put the entire locker room on notice, so much so that his scheduled opponent did not even make the show, and saved himself the beating he would have received from Lupus Onyx. However, while Seifer Black Armstrong was smart enough to go into hiding, Oblivion and Logan were not.
Last week, we were at Slam, as were both Oblivion and Logan, and yet neither of them had the guts to confront my client, Lupus... Onyx. Oblivion and Logan both had long and mildly successful careers in WCF and yet neither of them wanted anything to do with Lupus Onyx because they knew that not only is Lupus Onyx a threat to their championship, but Lupus Onyx is a threat to their careers.
And still, the WCF feed Lupus Onyx scraps. This week the scraps are a seven foot tall Russian bear by the name of Artyom. While most people would look at somebody with his size and features as a formidable opponent, Lupus Onyx sees him as yet another roadblock thrown in his way in a feeble attempt to keep him away from what will undoubtedly be his sooner than later.
We saw your little promo, Artyom. We watched as Svetlana, as hundreds of others, commit the same mistake. And that is to belittle your opponent. An uneducated error on the best of days, but when you overlook a man like Lupus… Onyx, you are TRULY making a mistake. Contrary to what Svetlana called my client, the… Tickle-Me Elmo of the monster world, Lupus… Onyx is a monster.
I cannot stress this enough. Lupus Onyx is a monster, in its truest sense of the word. He is a threatening force, an animal of terrifying shape, a powerful being that cannot be controlled and one who deviates from normal or acceptable behavior. Which is why I... am here. I... can control the monster. I... can tap into his immense intelligence, his deep intensity, and I can focus it wherever it is needed...
Onyx: Doc, if I may...
The Doctor: Remember what we discussed.
Onyx: Right...
ARTYOM! LOOK... at what stands before you. LOOK... at what does not bow nor break nor fear you. I look at you for what you really are. A showcase for my aggression. I called out two of the so-called best in WCF and they both shit themselves. What makes YOU think you can beat me?
You can't.
Doc calls me a monster, and he's right. I'm also VERY pissed off. So you take a bona fide monster; someone who has done unspeakable things to many people. People I loved, people who trusted that I would protect them, and yet, I tortured them. Maimed them. Heard their screams while they heard my laughter. If I would willingly do that to people I should have cared for, what do you think I'd do to somebody like YOU that I feel nothing for? DO YOU REALLY WANT TO KNOW?! WHAT DO YOU THINK I WOULD DO TO SOMEONE SO FRAGILE AS SVETLANA? WITH HER PRETTY FACE AND SMOOTH SKIN, DO YOU KNOW WHAT I WOULD DO?
The Doctor pulls out a silver watch and dangles it in from of Onyx' face, quickly getting his attention.
The Doctor: Lupus... calm. Focus, there is no need to shout. If you must, TELL Mr. Artyom what you will do to Svetlana.
Onyx, in an instant, regains his composure.
Onyx: I will taste her flesh, smell her hair before I pull her head back by it, have my way with her... all while you are forced to watch with no way to save her. She will beg me for mercy and get none. You will beg me to stop and I will spit in your face.
Do not hate me for what will happen to you, Artyom. Hate the very company who signed you, then booked you against me. They fed you... not so much to the wolves, but to THE Wolf. My, what big hands I have. The better to beat the hell out of you. My, what big feet I have. The better to stomp the shit out of you. And, my, what anger, confidence, and calmness I have. All the better to destroy you.
? ??. (This monster lives.)
* * *
A much calmer-looking Onyx is standing in a Lupus Onyx t-shirt, black jeans and leather jacket, a smug look on his face. The shorter man is dressed in a red suit and black tie, standing in front of Onyx, smiling sinisterly at the camera.
The Doctor: Allow me to formally introduce myself. My name is Paul Humphrey Donaldson, though you WILL... refer to me as, simply, The Doctor. I stand before this mode of communication this evening because it has come to my attention that much needs to be explained to you people, as my client, Lupus... Onyx, suggested would be necessary.
Much has come to light about Lupus Onyx in a short amount of time that gives the impression that perhaps Lupus Onyx is trying to find a niche, a way to get over with who you call the WCF galaxy. Lupus Onyx has been pressured to conform to the lowered intellect of all of you. You see, Lupus Onyx is truly a Satanist, yet he felt he needed to hide that piece of him as all of you were too dense to be justifiably afraid. Lupus Onyx shaved his head, his face, exposed himself to each and every one of you... and yet the comments from others continued.
Enough was enough, and much needed to be said. Personally, not enough was said; specific people should have been taken to task but I have been asked to refrain from speaking out on his behalf. Lupus Onyx put the entire locker room on notice, so much so that his scheduled opponent did not even make the show, and saved himself the beating he would have received from Lupus Onyx. However, while Seifer Black Armstrong was smart enough to go into hiding, Oblivion and Logan were not.
Last week, we were at Slam, as were both Oblivion and Logan, and yet neither of them had the guts to confront my client, Lupus... Onyx. Oblivion and Logan both had long and mildly successful careers in WCF and yet neither of them wanted anything to do with Lupus Onyx because they knew that not only is Lupus Onyx a threat to their championship, but Lupus Onyx is a threat to their careers.
And still, the WCF feed Lupus Onyx scraps. This week the scraps are a seven foot tall Russian bear by the name of Artyom. While most people would look at somebody with his size and features as a formidable opponent, Lupus Onyx sees him as yet another roadblock thrown in his way in a feeble attempt to keep him away from what will undoubtedly be his sooner than later.
We saw your little promo, Artyom. We watched as Svetlana, as hundreds of others, commit the same mistake. And that is to belittle your opponent. An uneducated error on the best of days, but when you overlook a man like Lupus… Onyx, you are TRULY making a mistake. Contrary to what Svetlana called my client, the… Tickle-Me Elmo of the monster world, Lupus… Onyx is a monster.
I cannot stress this enough. Lupus Onyx is a monster, in its truest sense of the word. He is a threatening force, an animal of terrifying shape, a powerful being that cannot be controlled and one who deviates from normal or acceptable behavior. Which is why I... am here. I... can control the monster. I... can tap into his immense intelligence, his deep intensity, and I can focus it wherever it is needed...
Onyx: Doc, if I may...
The Doctor: Remember what we discussed.
Onyx: Right...
ARTYOM! LOOK... at what stands before you. LOOK... at what does not bow nor break nor fear you. I look at you for what you really are. A showcase for my aggression. I called out two of the so-called best in WCF and they both shit themselves. What makes YOU think you can beat me?
You can't.
Doc calls me a monster, and he's right. I'm also VERY pissed off. So you take a bona fide monster; someone who has done unspeakable things to many people. People I loved, people who trusted that I would protect them, and yet, I tortured them. Maimed them. Heard their screams while they heard my laughter. If I would willingly do that to people I should have cared for, what do you think I'd do to somebody like YOU that I feel nothing for? DO YOU REALLY WANT TO KNOW?! WHAT DO YOU THINK I WOULD DO TO SOMEONE SO FRAGILE AS SVETLANA? WITH HER PRETTY FACE AND SMOOTH SKIN, DO YOU KNOW WHAT I WOULD DO?
The Doctor pulls out a silver watch and dangles it in from of Onyx' face, quickly getting his attention.
The Doctor: Lupus... calm. Focus, there is no need to shout. If you must, TELL Mr. Artyom what you will do to Svetlana.
Onyx, in an instant, regains his composure.
Onyx: I will taste her flesh, smell her hair before I pull her head back by it, have my way with her... all while you are forced to watch with no way to save her. She will beg me for mercy and get none. You will beg me to stop and I will spit in your face.
Do not hate me for what will happen to you, Artyom. Hate the very company who signed you, then booked you against me. They fed you... not so much to the wolves, but to THE Wolf. My, what big hands I have. The better to beat the hell out of you. My, what big feet I have. The better to stomp the shit out of you. And, my, what anger, confidence, and calmness I have. All the better to destroy you.
? ??. (This monster lives.)
