Post by DARKSIDE on May 30, 2012 1:16:47 GMT
It is the beginning of the I:W Mexico Tour. The Darkside faction has already asserted their presence in the arena. Nightmare and "Doctor" Death have taken over the ring....
"Doc"...are we where I think we are? Is this...?[/b]
Indeed, Nightmare. This is no ordinary festering shit hole. This....is the land these humans know as Mexico! A place that we know all too well. Wouldn't you agree?[/b]
Mexico?? MEXICO??? That name has very little significance to me. I vaguely recall at time long ago when we both found ourselves dwelling here. Living off of the land. Earning our keep by destroying other humans in the most brutal ways ever conceived! Ahhhh....yes. It is coming back to me now. The people. They revered us! They looked upon you and I in sheer amazement at the power we exhibited. They were awestruck by the level of our brutality....and of how we tore other people to shreds inside their "fighting cages". The cage fighting operations in this country. We, too, found refuge in the sleazy underbelly of this decrepit rat's nest. It was....survival. After we fled from the law those many, many years ago. Yes....I remember it now![/b]
I knew this would help refresh your memories, brother. Such as we were worshipped and feared back then...so shall it be once more! The legend of "Los Demonios de la Sangre" shall live again![/b]
The crowd cheers, but some of the more seasoned fans in attendance seem to take this name with a sense of dread.
"Los Demonios de la Sangre"! The Blood Devils. That is what they called us. They saw what we did to anyone they fed to us in those cages and labeled us by what they saw. They witnessed our cruelty and became convinced that we were beasts of unholy origin! Ha ha ha haaa....
They have NO IDEA how right they were, "Doc"![/b]
It was a time when the darkness of our souls had only begun to take root and devour our minds and bodies. What shred of humanity we had left were taken....consumed by the insatiable lust for violence and bloodshed. We welcomed our transformations. We freely sacrificed our own humanity to become one with the abyss. Now, we have returned to this place, and the time has come for a new chapter to be written in the blood of our enemies. Los Demonios de la Sangre are reborn![/b]
Once again, the crowd responds with cheers and some uneasy groans from those who can still remember times long past....
Which brings me to why we have come here tonight.
Leon Graves. Since our battles in Japan, I know you are not the same. You will NEVER....be the same again! I beckoned you into the flames of Hell and you were burned alive. I punished and shamed you beyond repair. I got into your head and manipulated you. All too easy! Your bloodline is WEAK! Much like the way I coerced your dear, departed mother....drove her to the edge of sanity, and then drove her right over it. Her mind plummeted into dementia, and her addled mind could find no peace....until the sweet release of death! I know you still mourn for her, you pitiful worm. But how do you honor her memory? By continuing to run headlong into certain doom and being destroyed by the very beast you seek to slay!
THAT...will never happen! You don't have it in you to defeat me. You never did. You were my pawn, and when you outlived your usefulness...you were dead to me! Now, I simply take pleasure in torturing you. Dealing out the torture you so richly deserve. You can beg all you want for it to end, but only I get to decide when this is over! It will be over only after I take your soul and send you personally to be reunited with that feeble-minded whore you hold so dearly in your mortal heart.
Tonight, Mr. Graves...Darkside summons you once more. We summon you to face us in combat. But, not as simple as you might want it to be. You see, we are in Mexico, and we became legends by ending people like you within the cruel confines of a steel cage. Rusty, jagged barbed wire and cold, unforgiving steel. Blood dripped from the walls. Pieces of flesh were left dangling. The scars still remain as reminders of the inhumanity that we suffered....but, more importantly, to remind others of what WE did to THEM!
Mr. Graves...you have already been scarred beyond repair. Your body has been burned and broken. You wear the same scars that we have left on all who have challenged us, but I have left scars upon your mind that will NEVER heal. The next stage of your penance begins tonight. The cage suspended above this ring will soon lower, and once you are inside....all hope for you...will be LOST![/b]
Just as Nightmare finishes speaking, the lights flicker for a moment, some light bulbs over the ring pop and send sparks raining down. Soon, a light shines toward the stage and there, with his back turned toward the ring, stands Leon Graves. He stands in silence, with only his back facing the ring. As the crowd begins to cheer for him, he slowly raises his mic to his lips.....
(tag to Leon Graves)
"Doc"...are we where I think we are? Is this...?[/b]
Indeed, Nightmare. This is no ordinary festering shit hole. This....is the land these humans know as Mexico! A place that we know all too well. Wouldn't you agree?[/b]
Mexico?? MEXICO??? That name has very little significance to me. I vaguely recall at time long ago when we both found ourselves dwelling here. Living off of the land. Earning our keep by destroying other humans in the most brutal ways ever conceived! Ahhhh....yes. It is coming back to me now. The people. They revered us! They looked upon you and I in sheer amazement at the power we exhibited. They were awestruck by the level of our brutality....and of how we tore other people to shreds inside their "fighting cages". The cage fighting operations in this country. We, too, found refuge in the sleazy underbelly of this decrepit rat's nest. It was....survival. After we fled from the law those many, many years ago. Yes....I remember it now![/b]
I knew this would help refresh your memories, brother. Such as we were worshipped and feared back then...so shall it be once more! The legend of "Los Demonios de la Sangre" shall live again![/b]
The crowd cheers, but some of the more seasoned fans in attendance seem to take this name with a sense of dread.
"Los Demonios de la Sangre"! The Blood Devils. That is what they called us. They saw what we did to anyone they fed to us in those cages and labeled us by what they saw. They witnessed our cruelty and became convinced that we were beasts of unholy origin! Ha ha ha haaa....
They have NO IDEA how right they were, "Doc"![/b]
It was a time when the darkness of our souls had only begun to take root and devour our minds and bodies. What shred of humanity we had left were taken....consumed by the insatiable lust for violence and bloodshed. We welcomed our transformations. We freely sacrificed our own humanity to become one with the abyss. Now, we have returned to this place, and the time has come for a new chapter to be written in the blood of our enemies. Los Demonios de la Sangre are reborn![/b]
Once again, the crowd responds with cheers and some uneasy groans from those who can still remember times long past....
Which brings me to why we have come here tonight.
Leon Graves. Since our battles in Japan, I know you are not the same. You will NEVER....be the same again! I beckoned you into the flames of Hell and you were burned alive. I punished and shamed you beyond repair. I got into your head and manipulated you. All too easy! Your bloodline is WEAK! Much like the way I coerced your dear, departed mother....drove her to the edge of sanity, and then drove her right over it. Her mind plummeted into dementia, and her addled mind could find no peace....until the sweet release of death! I know you still mourn for her, you pitiful worm. But how do you honor her memory? By continuing to run headlong into certain doom and being destroyed by the very beast you seek to slay!
THAT...will never happen! You don't have it in you to defeat me. You never did. You were my pawn, and when you outlived your usefulness...you were dead to me! Now, I simply take pleasure in torturing you. Dealing out the torture you so richly deserve. You can beg all you want for it to end, but only I get to decide when this is over! It will be over only after I take your soul and send you personally to be reunited with that feeble-minded whore you hold so dearly in your mortal heart.
Tonight, Mr. Graves...Darkside summons you once more. We summon you to face us in combat. But, not as simple as you might want it to be. You see, we are in Mexico, and we became legends by ending people like you within the cruel confines of a steel cage. Rusty, jagged barbed wire and cold, unforgiving steel. Blood dripped from the walls. Pieces of flesh were left dangling. The scars still remain as reminders of the inhumanity that we suffered....but, more importantly, to remind others of what WE did to THEM!
Mr. Graves...you have already been scarred beyond repair. Your body has been burned and broken. You wear the same scars that we have left on all who have challenged us, but I have left scars upon your mind that will NEVER heal. The next stage of your penance begins tonight. The cage suspended above this ring will soon lower, and once you are inside....all hope for you...will be LOST![/b]
Just as Nightmare finishes speaking, the lights flicker for a moment, some light bulbs over the ring pop and send sparks raining down. Soon, a light shines toward the stage and there, with his back turned toward the ring, stands Leon Graves. He stands in silence, with only his back facing the ring. As the crowd begins to cheer for him, he slowly raises his mic to his lips.....
(tag to Leon Graves)
