Post by Jon Michaels on May 10, 2006 14:19:49 GMT -5
A tall, dark figure is shown sitting in the corner of a padded room. He is rocking back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, seemingly about to break out of his straight jacket, and we come to a closeup of his face, sweating and speaking to himself. He utters something inaudible and answers himself with another inaudible word. He continues talking to himself, not catching many words, we are confused. What is this man's problem? He is shaking his head and still arguing with himself, and suddenly he starts pounding his head on the wall. He is growling, and blood is shown on the white padding. We see an image of the wall, there is no more padding where he's been beating the back of his head, little chunks of his flesh are stuck on it. Only concrete. This doesn't phase the big man at all, as he continues the assault on himself. His health really doesn't seem to be an issue he cares about. He looks over to the door and sees a few guards looking in through the peephole in the door. Suddenly, he stops, and we hear a srashing sound, and just like that, the guards are in a bloody heap by the wall on the other side of the door. He starts on the assault again, and then looks straight forward, seemingly seeing something that should not be there. Let's get inside his head and see what's going on. Suddenly we are seeing things from this man's point of view. We see a mid sized man, too small to be of any threat to us, then we hear ourself laughing. "What's going on?" we ask ourselves. While we are trying to put two and two together, our attention is turned back to the man dressed in red and black. He has a demonic goatee. He's a pale white and has an evil smirk on his face.
"Matthew, you've been imprisoned much too long. Your dorment soul has been held here for months, and nothing good has come of this. Come with me my child, and once again, we shall be on the top of the world!"
"Whoa whoa whoa, what's going on here?" we ask ourselves as though we know the inevitable answer, but we don't want to believe it. We turn our attention to the strange man again.
"Mattew, we are getting out of here, if we have to destroy one man, or one hundred, I'm getting you out of here. I have found a place in today's society for you. Wrestling Championship Federation. It's time to show mankind that you are nobody's stepping stone again, and that's what they want you to think being stuck in here like a dog. Right now, all I see is the shell of the man who made NWA run in hiding every time you were booked in a match. I don't see the same man that burned a man's favorite bar down, just to get into his head! We need to show these meatbags that you're the epitome of evil, that you're death incarnate, that you're the only true monster of professional wrestling!"
We back out of the man's head, in fear. We must tell someone, tell the warden what's going to happen. This man is a menace to society, and he shouldn't be allowed to walk out of this place. We hear the man again.
"Get up my son. We've got things to do."
The man shakes his head violently and shouts "You're not real!" to the man in black. We enter his head again, seeing the man dressed in black ushering Matthew up to his feet. We leave his head again, and the big man stands up. He's a monster of a man, he looks to stand about seven feet tall. The big man stares at the smaller man in black, who points to the door. He gets Matthew out of his straight jacket, and Matthew starts kicking the door. 1, 2, 3 times before it finally opens. We rush out the door, and standing to the left of the entrance is a guard who heard the ruckus. "Who are you and how did you get in there?" asks the guard to he black clad man. Matthew grabs him by the face and throws him into a wal, knocking him out. We look at the guard's mouth, which has blood coming out of it. We hear his heartbeat, meaning he's not dead, yet. Walking down the hall, we see Matthew punching nearby guards, getting them out of the way. We are nearly out of the asylum when we pass the warden's office. He walks out of his door after we hear "What is all this noise?". The warden is a formidible man himself, being a former Navy Seal, he can hold his own against Matthew. Matthew gives him no chance to, though, as he grabs him by the collar of his shirt and throws him through the wall on the other side of the hallway. Just like that, we walk out the front door. We are walking across the parking lot, random employees gasping at the sight of Matthew Draven, and rushing to the entrance of the asylum while workers of the infermary tend to the victims left by Matthew Draven. We come up to a sharp looking Cadillac Sixteen concept car, jet black colored it is. We enter and speed off into the night...
"Matthew, you've been imprisoned much too long. Your dorment soul has been held here for months, and nothing good has come of this. Come with me my child, and once again, we shall be on the top of the world!"
"Whoa whoa whoa, what's going on here?" we ask ourselves as though we know the inevitable answer, but we don't want to believe it. We turn our attention to the strange man again.
"Mattew, we are getting out of here, if we have to destroy one man, or one hundred, I'm getting you out of here. I have found a place in today's society for you. Wrestling Championship Federation. It's time to show mankind that you are nobody's stepping stone again, and that's what they want you to think being stuck in here like a dog. Right now, all I see is the shell of the man who made NWA run in hiding every time you were booked in a match. I don't see the same man that burned a man's favorite bar down, just to get into his head! We need to show these meatbags that you're the epitome of evil, that you're death incarnate, that you're the only true monster of professional wrestling!"
We back out of the man's head, in fear. We must tell someone, tell the warden what's going to happen. This man is a menace to society, and he shouldn't be allowed to walk out of this place. We hear the man again.
"Get up my son. We've got things to do."
The man shakes his head violently and shouts "You're not real!" to the man in black. We enter his head again, seeing the man dressed in black ushering Matthew up to his feet. We leave his head again, and the big man stands up. He's a monster of a man, he looks to stand about seven feet tall. The big man stares at the smaller man in black, who points to the door. He gets Matthew out of his straight jacket, and Matthew starts kicking the door. 1, 2, 3 times before it finally opens. We rush out the door, and standing to the left of the entrance is a guard who heard the ruckus. "Who are you and how did you get in there?" asks the guard to he black clad man. Matthew grabs him by the face and throws him into a wal, knocking him out. We look at the guard's mouth, which has blood coming out of it. We hear his heartbeat, meaning he's not dead, yet. Walking down the hall, we see Matthew punching nearby guards, getting them out of the way. We are nearly out of the asylum when we pass the warden's office. He walks out of his door after we hear "What is all this noise?". The warden is a formidible man himself, being a former Navy Seal, he can hold his own against Matthew. Matthew gives him no chance to, though, as he grabs him by the collar of his shirt and throws him through the wall on the other side of the hallway. Just like that, we walk out the front door. We are walking across the parking lot, random employees gasping at the sight of Matthew Draven, and rushing to the entrance of the asylum while workers of the infermary tend to the victims left by Matthew Draven. We come up to a sharp looking Cadillac Sixteen concept car, jet black colored it is. We enter and speed off into the night...
