Post by "Invincible" Damian Kaine on Jul 24, 2016 18:34:23 GMT -5
*Screen fades into a room filled with a dim red light. In the center, you see the small figure of Damian Kaine, holding a small book in his hand.*
“‘And Moses said, Thus saith the Lord, About midnight will I go out into the midst of Egypt:
And all the firstborn in the land of Egypt shall die, from the firstborn of Pharaoh that sitteth upon his throne, even unto the firstborn of the maidservant that is behind the mill; and all the firstborn of beasts. And there shall be a great cry throughout all the land of Egypt, such as there was none like it, nor shall be like it any more.’ Exodus, chapter Eleven, verses four through six.”
*Damian closes the book roughly, and sets it down. He looks into the camera with a stern, somewhat maniacal grin.*
“God sent the Angel of Death that night. The Destroying Angel took the firstborns of the entire non-Israelite population of Egypt. But even the Angel of Death made exceptions. Even the Angel was a respectable deity. He obeyed the Lord’s command. He saw the lamb’s blood on the doorways of the Israelites that night. And he left them alone.”
He purses his lips, contemplating his next words.
“Me? I don’t have Lamb’s blood. I don’t have an ounce of Jewish blood flowing in my body. But something I do have is intelligence. I have enough brains to know that these four Brood rejects know what they’re doing. Which is why I’m not coming alone at The Ultimate Showdown. Barry, I know damn well that when I step into the ring with you this Sunday, I’m facing the rest of the Angels of Death too. So I’m coming prepared. At least for Burn and Rider. I don’t expect Oblivion to waste his time doing his crony’s dirty work.”
“Last Slam, I got screwed. Phillie Screwjob at his finest.”
Kaine’s mind wanders, and it’s visible on his face..
*Damian’s rambling* “Huh.. would it be Rider screwed Kaine, or Henker screwed Kaine.. Wait..”
Kaine shakes his head back into focus.
“Baron, there’s something you need to know about me. I have a short fuse. These past few weeks, I’ve been toying with you. The nazi jokes, all that bullshit, it was show. You took a cheapshot at Slam, and now that game’s over for you, Son. Because believe me when I tell you. There’s a certain saying back home. I think it fits here, in your situation. Son there’s a storm a-comin’. Right at the WCF. And you four have managed to break the seal…”
*The light flickers, briefly revealing a silhouette of a man with a bird-like face, before flickering to complete darkness*
“‘And Moses said, Thus saith the Lord, About midnight will I go out into the midst of Egypt:
And all the firstborn in the land of Egypt shall die, from the firstborn of Pharaoh that sitteth upon his throne, even unto the firstborn of the maidservant that is behind the mill; and all the firstborn of beasts. And there shall be a great cry throughout all the land of Egypt, such as there was none like it, nor shall be like it any more.’ Exodus, chapter Eleven, verses four through six.”
*Damian closes the book roughly, and sets it down. He looks into the camera with a stern, somewhat maniacal grin.*
“God sent the Angel of Death that night. The Destroying Angel took the firstborns of the entire non-Israelite population of Egypt. But even the Angel of Death made exceptions. Even the Angel was a respectable deity. He obeyed the Lord’s command. He saw the lamb’s blood on the doorways of the Israelites that night. And he left them alone.”
He purses his lips, contemplating his next words.
“Me? I don’t have Lamb’s blood. I don’t have an ounce of Jewish blood flowing in my body. But something I do have is intelligence. I have enough brains to know that these four Brood rejects know what they’re doing. Which is why I’m not coming alone at The Ultimate Showdown. Barry, I know damn well that when I step into the ring with you this Sunday, I’m facing the rest of the Angels of Death too. So I’m coming prepared. At least for Burn and Rider. I don’t expect Oblivion to waste his time doing his crony’s dirty work.”
“Last Slam, I got screwed. Phillie Screwjob at his finest.”
Kaine’s mind wanders, and it’s visible on his face..
*Damian’s rambling* “Huh.. would it be Rider screwed Kaine, or Henker screwed Kaine.. Wait..”
Kaine shakes his head back into focus.
“Baron, there’s something you need to know about me. I have a short fuse. These past few weeks, I’ve been toying with you. The nazi jokes, all that bullshit, it was show. You took a cheapshot at Slam, and now that game’s over for you, Son. Because believe me when I tell you. There’s a certain saying back home. I think it fits here, in your situation. Son there’s a storm a-comin’. Right at the WCF. And you four have managed to break the seal…”
*The light flickers, briefly revealing a silhouette of a man with a bird-like face, before flickering to complete darkness*