Post by He Came from Devil's Lake on Dec 31, 2014 2:01:03 GMT
"I really hate what this is all about."
Opening in an undisclosed area, the first thing that hit you was how dark everything was. Whether or not this was done on purpose remained to be seen, but the man who spoke managed to stand out despite it being nearly pitch black. His round face decorated with a short beard and freshly shaved sides of his head was still red from the bare clippers pressing against his scalp. The man looked to be seated, his hands locked in front of him as he currently had his attention fixed on the ground.
"I don't think you'll ever understand how much I hate what everything has become."
Once he allowed those words to slip off of his tongue, he slowly looked up at the camera, his eyes burned through it.
"Which is why the Revolutionary Wrestling Division is going to be my canvas and as cliche as it may sound, the blood of YOU people will be the paint I use to complete my masterpiece. It begins with Fallon King and Hayden Phoenix, two adversaries that could stand a chance, but reality.. won't. Not because they're short on talent, also not because they aren't capable of putting up a fight, but because that hate I spoke of!?"
The man's voice dipped, his tone.. changed. The vibe in the room was different now, from an uneasy sense of peace to very.. very tense. The man's eyes continued to pierce through the camera, all as he lifted both hands and clenched his fists, his knuckles turned white from the pressure.
"It drives me.. It makes me.. me. I'll proudly go on record saying that I'll be the man that the people, all those at home.. all those in attendance at shows and including all the boys in the back... despise.."
Despite how tense things were, the man let a smile cross his face after saying 'despises' which apparently, was something he overly enjoyed the thought of.
".. not because of how I'm going to chain-wrestle you into oblivion- or not because I'm out there doing planchas and somersaults like a god damned acrobat.. I'M NOT TRYING TO BE A FLYIN' GRAYSON!"
Those that were comic ignorant, 'The Flyin' Graysons' were/are the ORIGINAL Robin [from Batman], his family was tightrope performers that was killed off [aside of Dick Grayson, Robin].
"I'm not trying to AWE you people with splendid acts of flips, I can.. but I don't want to. What's the point in that? I decided to make RWD MY STOMPING GROUND! It's a place for me to FIGHT! To use as MY soapbox, and use the tears- the broken bones, the blood- the DREAMS of YOUR heroes as a palette and paintbrush to finish off my paintings with! And it starts with Fallon King and Hayden Phoenix. Two names I recognize, two names that will be X'd out when I'm done with them. I don't need TJ Bryce, I don't need a tag partner, all I need are these.."
Holding up both fists that was clenched tightly still, he looked from left.. to right, then back up at the camera.
".. and we're good to go. Hayden Phoenix' face will look nice after I smash it with my right hand, I'll be sure to smear his blood across my chest after I beat him down, and leave him lifeless. Fallon King is going to wish he kept himself in his buddy's basement.. there's no invisibility cloaks here, Fallon. This isn't Harry Potter, this isn't Dungeons and Dragons, man. No six sided dice, no combat modifiers to give you ANY kind of an advantage over me. You two have been chosen to be the ritualistic sacrifices to appease the God of War-- Slater.. fuckin'.. Grimm."
And there it was, he finally gave his name. Slater Grimm.. or as he's known '.. He Came from Devil's Lake' us unlike anything you've seen before. Whether it's his attitude in which he CRAVES violence, or if it's his silver tongue that captures you and pulls you into his spoken word, he's different. A man from Dakota, he's a socially awkward, PTSD suffering veteran of the United States Military and he HATES what society has become. The pent up anger and frustration usually boils over the calderon and like acid, it burns flesh down to the bone. Once again, his name is Slater Grimm and as he said himself, he isn't in RWD to be awing crowds with flash, he isn't going to win any 'wrestler of the year' awards for being technically sound-- instead, he's going to scare the living daylights out of the RWD Roster and those that support the product.
"At Monday Night Combat, Fallon King and Hayden Phoenix will learn a valuable lesson, one that will stick with them forever. When you stand across from me? When you're standing in the way? .. then it's best to move your ass OFF of the tracks when the freight train is coming full steam ahead.. or else.. tune in on June 5th, to find out what the end result is. TJ Bryce.. I know you're listed as my partner, but I work better alone. Make sure to know your role, stand on the outside and watch what happens when The Devil from Devil's Lake goes to work."
A half-cocked grin crossed Slater's face, all as he let off a light chuckle.. causing the camera to fade to black.
Opening in an undisclosed area, the first thing that hit you was how dark everything was. Whether or not this was done on purpose remained to be seen, but the man who spoke managed to stand out despite it being nearly pitch black. His round face decorated with a short beard and freshly shaved sides of his head was still red from the bare clippers pressing against his scalp. The man looked to be seated, his hands locked in front of him as he currently had his attention fixed on the ground.
"I don't think you'll ever understand how much I hate what everything has become."
Once he allowed those words to slip off of his tongue, he slowly looked up at the camera, his eyes burned through it.
"Which is why the Revolutionary Wrestling Division is going to be my canvas and as cliche as it may sound, the blood of YOU people will be the paint I use to complete my masterpiece. It begins with Fallon King and Hayden Phoenix, two adversaries that could stand a chance, but reality.. won't. Not because they're short on talent, also not because they aren't capable of putting up a fight, but because that hate I spoke of!?"
The man's voice dipped, his tone.. changed. The vibe in the room was different now, from an uneasy sense of peace to very.. very tense. The man's eyes continued to pierce through the camera, all as he lifted both hands and clenched his fists, his knuckles turned white from the pressure.
"It drives me.. It makes me.. me. I'll proudly go on record saying that I'll be the man that the people, all those at home.. all those in attendance at shows and including all the boys in the back... despise.."
Despite how tense things were, the man let a smile cross his face after saying 'despises' which apparently, was something he overly enjoyed the thought of.
".. not because of how I'm going to chain-wrestle you into oblivion- or not because I'm out there doing planchas and somersaults like a god damned acrobat.. I'M NOT TRYING TO BE A FLYIN' GRAYSON!"
Those that were comic ignorant, 'The Flyin' Graysons' were/are the ORIGINAL Robin [from Batman], his family was tightrope performers that was killed off [aside of Dick Grayson, Robin].
"I'm not trying to AWE you people with splendid acts of flips, I can.. but I don't want to. What's the point in that? I decided to make RWD MY STOMPING GROUND! It's a place for me to FIGHT! To use as MY soapbox, and use the tears- the broken bones, the blood- the DREAMS of YOUR heroes as a palette and paintbrush to finish off my paintings with! And it starts with Fallon King and Hayden Phoenix. Two names I recognize, two names that will be X'd out when I'm done with them. I don't need TJ Bryce, I don't need a tag partner, all I need are these.."
Holding up both fists that was clenched tightly still, he looked from left.. to right, then back up at the camera.
".. and we're good to go. Hayden Phoenix' face will look nice after I smash it with my right hand, I'll be sure to smear his blood across my chest after I beat him down, and leave him lifeless. Fallon King is going to wish he kept himself in his buddy's basement.. there's no invisibility cloaks here, Fallon. This isn't Harry Potter, this isn't Dungeons and Dragons, man. No six sided dice, no combat modifiers to give you ANY kind of an advantage over me. You two have been chosen to be the ritualistic sacrifices to appease the God of War-- Slater.. fuckin'.. Grimm."
And there it was, he finally gave his name. Slater Grimm.. or as he's known '.. He Came from Devil's Lake' us unlike anything you've seen before. Whether it's his attitude in which he CRAVES violence, or if it's his silver tongue that captures you and pulls you into his spoken word, he's different. A man from Dakota, he's a socially awkward, PTSD suffering veteran of the United States Military and he HATES what society has become. The pent up anger and frustration usually boils over the calderon and like acid, it burns flesh down to the bone. Once again, his name is Slater Grimm and as he said himself, he isn't in RWD to be awing crowds with flash, he isn't going to win any 'wrestler of the year' awards for being technically sound-- instead, he's going to scare the living daylights out of the RWD Roster and those that support the product.
"At Monday Night Combat, Fallon King and Hayden Phoenix will learn a valuable lesson, one that will stick with them forever. When you stand across from me? When you're standing in the way? .. then it's best to move your ass OFF of the tracks when the freight train is coming full steam ahead.. or else.. tune in on June 5th, to find out what the end result is. TJ Bryce.. I know you're listed as my partner, but I work better alone. Make sure to know your role, stand on the outside and watch what happens when The Devil from Devil's Lake goes to work."
A half-cocked grin crossed Slater's face, all as he let off a light chuckle.. causing the camera to fade to black.
so quickly so sad!
