Post by "Invincible" Damian Kaine on Aug 13, 2016 10:13:59 GMT -5
(The Scene opens in a woodland area, with the sound of birds chirping and leaves rustling. We see Damian Kaine sitting on a tree stump, with an axe over his shoulder.)
Damian: “I love the country, ya know. It’s quiet. Temperate. I love being around nature, so if there is one thing I can’t stand, it’s human takeover. The trees being taken down to build houses. The waters being stopped by dams, to produce electricity. It simply pisses me off. Because it isn’t natural. And I absolutely hate the unnatural. You could even I have ‘Zero Tolerance’ for anything that isn’t natural. Which is why I’ve hated who i’ve become since I came into the WCF. This happy go lucky, play by the rules guy that the fans have seen obviously haven’t gotten me anywhere, so I think it’s time to get back to my roots.”
(Damian stands from the stump, and takes the axe in both hands.)
Damian: “And, damn, am I glad to be back!”
(Damian swings the axe at the camera as the screen cuts out immediately.)
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(Footage rolls from an ALPHA Match from April 27, 2014- A nineteen year old Damian Kaine vs. ALPHA vet Daniel Schumacher in a Extreme cage match.)
(A bloodied Kaine smiles, as he holds a bag of thumb tacks and pours them in a pile in a corner of the ring. He waits for Schumacher to get up before bulldogging Schumacher face-first into the tacks.)
(Another footage rolls of later in that match, when a barb-wired baseball comes into play. Damian smacks Schumacher multiple times with the bat.)
(The scene switches to a seemingly empty basement, with Kaine standing in the center.)
Damian: “There is a basement in my home. As you can see, it’s mostly empty.” (Damian motions to the visible part of the room.) “I do keep a lot down here, though.”
(Kaine picks up the camera and turns it around, revealing a wall full of weapons: knives, clubs, lighters and gasoline, matches.. All pinned in place by thumbtacks. The display is surrounded by barbed-wire.)
Damian: “Welcome, to my Wall of Wonders. I have a special attachment to each and every one of these items. All of them have the blood of my opponents. Staining the wood, or chipping the paint or something. It’s different for every weapon. I enjoy my toy room, though. It’s surely a nice little throwback.”
(Damian approaches the display, touching the barb-wired bat.)
Damian: “You can all look it up: Schumacher didn’t return to ALPHA for a year after that night. Sure, I got reprimanded. But I was their top dog. What were they gonna do, fire me? The WCF, however, is a different story. I walked in thinking that I had to calm it down. I struggled week after week. At The Ultimate Showdown, I got to let a bit of anger out, smacking Freezer Burn in the back with a chair. God, that brought back good memories. But, now, I’m done holding back. I’m letting the monster loose on the WCF. And, unfortunately for you, Zero Tolerance, you ICP-Wannabees are gonna be the first to witness the massacre that is the REAL Damian Kaine!”
(Damian smiles wide, a psychotic gleam in his eye.)
Damian: “Oh! Speaking of massacres, there is a certain stormtrooper hiding behind me this Sunday. I'm not particularly sure what Seth was thinking but it's set in stone now. Baron, I know Kev will bring his a-game. But 66% of a team won't do. As much as I hate to admit it, we will need you at the top of your game. I'm willing to put our differences aside for one night, because I know you hit hard. I've been on the receiving end one too many times. We need you to be willing to do the same for the match. We have some decent opposition, so come prepared. But Baron? Make sure you watch your back too.”
Damian: “Now, we to find some way to work together against Crazy J, Salem Shepard, and Jason Cash. Hah. FrEeKsHoW. Circus clowns? Juggalos at that? Damn, how cliche can you get?! Jay, you think you’re crazy? Loop-de-Loopy? HA! Compared to me, you’re just Doink the Clown, running around the ring like a fucking bozo. What have you done to earn the title of crazy? Just because you slapped in “Bang! Pow! Boom!” and call yourself a Juggalo doesn’t make you Violent J. You don’t have the tongue that J does. You don’t have the mind that J does. You are Vickey Vale in a world full of Jokers. And, bitch, I’m the Clown Prince of Crime.”
(Damian pulls out a wooden pencil.)
Damian: “Do ya wanna see a magic trick? C’mon out and I’ll show ya. Come Sunday, i’m gonna make the dysentery of the WCF, that is Zero tolerance, disappear. See, why did Seth even hire you? You’ve got basic skills, but you’re nothing. A couple of quick words ain’t gonna win you the match there, here, in ZMac’s mind. You’re weak. You’re helpless. What have you got that the Purge doesn’t. What do you have that Kevin Bishop doesn’t. Hell, what do you have that Massaker doesn't? Nothing. See, you may be freaks. But us three, we're fucking diabolic. We know how to pick each and every limb apart. I mean c’mon! Guys, you're fucking with the three best groups in the WCF, the Purge, the Brotherhood, and the Angels of Death. God y'all are fucked!”
(Damian laughs quickly. He climbs the stairs from the dungeon to his Victorian home, where we see a familiar living room.)
Damian: “You amuse me. All of you. Jeremy, what the fuck is wrong with you. What, did you have a shitty childhood where ICP was the only solace you had? That’s pretty fucked, brokowski. That’s some… holy shit… your name is Jeremy. ‘Jeremy spoke in class today…’ Ahh, who doesn’t love a good music reference.”
(Damian sits on the couch, pouring himself some Fireball, as he continues talking.)
Damian: “You seem the type to shoot up your school. I’m not sure if you have the balls for that, though. You seem pretty emasculated, to me. Why else would you bring a fucking bodyguard out to the ring? And Cell Block? Really? Is that supposed to be intimidating? All it sounds like to me is for you and Schizo looking to sound cool with the truth, admitting you met inside of the cell block. Heh, if you know what I mean.”
(Damian laughs maniacally, rolling on the couch, before stopping dead, and looking as if he’s in deep thought.)
Damian: “Huh. Have y’all ever seen Rob Zombie’s “The Devil’s Rejects”? Zero Tolerance is like the Firefly family, separated out into different aspects. You have the southern jackass in Jason Cash. The retarded brute of the family in Cell Block. And ya have the wannabe Captain Spaulding in J and Schizo. I don’t know where Kira fits in. Madame Butterfly? Who cares? Because spoiler alert, they all die. Bloody, and weak. Just like you. Well, I’m not gonna kill ya. I’m just gonna hurt you… Really. Really. Bad.”
(The camera cuts out abruptly.)
Damian: “I love the country, ya know. It’s quiet. Temperate. I love being around nature, so if there is one thing I can’t stand, it’s human takeover. The trees being taken down to build houses. The waters being stopped by dams, to produce electricity. It simply pisses me off. Because it isn’t natural. And I absolutely hate the unnatural. You could even I have ‘Zero Tolerance’ for anything that isn’t natural. Which is why I’ve hated who i’ve become since I came into the WCF. This happy go lucky, play by the rules guy that the fans have seen obviously haven’t gotten me anywhere, so I think it’s time to get back to my roots.”
(Damian stands from the stump, and takes the axe in both hands.)
Damian: “And, damn, am I glad to be back!”
(Damian swings the axe at the camera as the screen cuts out immediately.)
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(Footage rolls from an ALPHA Match from April 27, 2014- A nineteen year old Damian Kaine vs. ALPHA vet Daniel Schumacher in a Extreme cage match.)
(A bloodied Kaine smiles, as he holds a bag of thumb tacks and pours them in a pile in a corner of the ring. He waits for Schumacher to get up before bulldogging Schumacher face-first into the tacks.)
(Another footage rolls of later in that match, when a barb-wired baseball comes into play. Damian smacks Schumacher multiple times with the bat.)
(The scene switches to a seemingly empty basement, with Kaine standing in the center.)
Damian: “There is a basement in my home. As you can see, it’s mostly empty.” (Damian motions to the visible part of the room.) “I do keep a lot down here, though.”
(Kaine picks up the camera and turns it around, revealing a wall full of weapons: knives, clubs, lighters and gasoline, matches.. All pinned in place by thumbtacks. The display is surrounded by barbed-wire.)
Damian: “Welcome, to my Wall of Wonders. I have a special attachment to each and every one of these items. All of them have the blood of my opponents. Staining the wood, or chipping the paint or something. It’s different for every weapon. I enjoy my toy room, though. It’s surely a nice little throwback.”
(Damian approaches the display, touching the barb-wired bat.)
Damian: “You can all look it up: Schumacher didn’t return to ALPHA for a year after that night. Sure, I got reprimanded. But I was their top dog. What were they gonna do, fire me? The WCF, however, is a different story. I walked in thinking that I had to calm it down. I struggled week after week. At The Ultimate Showdown, I got to let a bit of anger out, smacking Freezer Burn in the back with a chair. God, that brought back good memories. But, now, I’m done holding back. I’m letting the monster loose on the WCF. And, unfortunately for you, Zero Tolerance, you ICP-Wannabees are gonna be the first to witness the massacre that is the REAL Damian Kaine!”
(Damian smiles wide, a psychotic gleam in his eye.)
Damian: “Oh! Speaking of massacres, there is a certain stormtrooper hiding behind me this Sunday. I'm not particularly sure what Seth was thinking but it's set in stone now. Baron, I know Kev will bring his a-game. But 66% of a team won't do. As much as I hate to admit it, we will need you at the top of your game. I'm willing to put our differences aside for one night, because I know you hit hard. I've been on the receiving end one too many times. We need you to be willing to do the same for the match. We have some decent opposition, so come prepared. But Baron? Make sure you watch your back too.”
Damian: “Now, we to find some way to work together against Crazy J, Salem Shepard, and Jason Cash. Hah. FrEeKsHoW. Circus clowns? Juggalos at that? Damn, how cliche can you get?! Jay, you think you’re crazy? Loop-de-Loopy? HA! Compared to me, you’re just Doink the Clown, running around the ring like a fucking bozo. What have you done to earn the title of crazy? Just because you slapped in “Bang! Pow! Boom!” and call yourself a Juggalo doesn’t make you Violent J. You don’t have the tongue that J does. You don’t have the mind that J does. You are Vickey Vale in a world full of Jokers. And, bitch, I’m the Clown Prince of Crime.”
(Damian pulls out a wooden pencil.)
Damian: “Do ya wanna see a magic trick? C’mon out and I’ll show ya. Come Sunday, i’m gonna make the dysentery of the WCF, that is Zero tolerance, disappear. See, why did Seth even hire you? You’ve got basic skills, but you’re nothing. A couple of quick words ain’t gonna win you the match there, here, in ZMac’s mind. You’re weak. You’re helpless. What have you got that the Purge doesn’t. What do you have that Kevin Bishop doesn’t. Hell, what do you have that Massaker doesn't? Nothing. See, you may be freaks. But us three, we're fucking diabolic. We know how to pick each and every limb apart. I mean c’mon! Guys, you're fucking with the three best groups in the WCF, the Purge, the Brotherhood, and the Angels of Death. God y'all are fucked!”
(Damian laughs quickly. He climbs the stairs from the dungeon to his Victorian home, where we see a familiar living room.)
Damian: “You amuse me. All of you. Jeremy, what the fuck is wrong with you. What, did you have a shitty childhood where ICP was the only solace you had? That’s pretty fucked, brokowski. That’s some… holy shit… your name is Jeremy. ‘Jeremy spoke in class today…’ Ahh, who doesn’t love a good music reference.”
(Damian sits on the couch, pouring himself some Fireball, as he continues talking.)
Damian: “You seem the type to shoot up your school. I’m not sure if you have the balls for that, though. You seem pretty emasculated, to me. Why else would you bring a fucking bodyguard out to the ring? And Cell Block? Really? Is that supposed to be intimidating? All it sounds like to me is for you and Schizo looking to sound cool with the truth, admitting you met inside of the cell block. Heh, if you know what I mean.”
(Damian laughs maniacally, rolling on the couch, before stopping dead, and looking as if he’s in deep thought.)
Damian: “Huh. Have y’all ever seen Rob Zombie’s “The Devil’s Rejects”? Zero Tolerance is like the Firefly family, separated out into different aspects. You have the southern jackass in Jason Cash. The retarded brute of the family in Cell Block. And ya have the wannabe Captain Spaulding in J and Schizo. I don’t know where Kira fits in. Madame Butterfly? Who cares? Because spoiler alert, they all die. Bloody, and weak. Just like you. Well, I’m not gonna kill ya. I’m just gonna hurt you… Really. Really. Bad.”
(The camera cuts out abruptly.)
