Post by Deleted on Mar 28, 2017 15:45:34 GMT -5
Death Becomes Me
(The scene opens to some footage from several years back in another promotion already in progress.)
CLIVE SHEPARD: The champion still can’t put the challenger away!
(A younger-looking Azrael is shown on the screen battling it out with a wrestling champion. The crowd is eating up the action as both combatants are throwing everything they have at each other. Blood runs down both men’s faces with Azrael wearing his blood like a crimson mask. Oddly, when the announce team calls out what would be Azrael’s name, it is bleeped out.)
JAMES HARRIOT: Judas Dathan is showing *BEEP* exactly why HE is the ACW Ultimate Champion! He’s a seasoned veteran taking a young kid to school!
(The champion wipes blood from his mouth and tumbles forward to throw out a hard right! *BEEP* dodges it and hits his own! The two men share fists back and forth, before *BEEP* takes a few steps back and pops Dathan with a standing dropkick! The champion stumbles back, but catches himself and stares coldly at his exhausted challenger. Judas pushes forward still, grimacing in pain as he backhands *BEEP*. The other man takes it, before slamming a clubbing fist into his foe! He then takes hold of the dizzy Judas Dathan and positions him for a Gory neckbreaker!)
CLIVE SHEPARD: *BEEP* has Dathan up for Gory neckbreaker finisher! He hasn’t been able to get him into it all match long. Judas has always slipped out!
JAMES HARRIOT: Come on, Judas, get out of there!
([*BEEP* holds Judas Dathan with all his might then drops him onto the mat with a sick thud. The champion goes limp on the mat. )
CLIVE SHEPARD: He planted him! He finally got him! I don’t think Judas is going to kick out!
JAMES HARRIOT: Ah. Shit!
CLIVE SHEPARD: Here’s the cover!
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(The referee calls for the bell and the announcer gets on the PA system.)
VINCENT LEWIS: The winner of the match and NEW ACW ULTIMATE CHAMPION… *BEEEEEEEEEEP*!
CLIVE SHEPARD: He did it!! We have a new champion! *BEEP* is the NEW Ascension Championship Wrestling Ultimate Champion!
(The man now known as Azrael stands above the former champion, holding his new title in the air as the scene pauses. A cold voice is heard in the background.)
VOICE: Thank God for 21st century technology. Would you believe me if I told you that I don’t remember this life-changing event? This was the beginning of the end for the man I was once was. This was my last world championship victory before everything went to hell. And I don’t remember a goddamn thing about it because a holier-than-thou international religious organization decided to reactivate a computer chip in my brain to regain control of me. The only reason I watch this footage is to remind me of my life’s mission and motivation to pursue justice in all that I do. But let’s not get stuck in the past. Okay? I’m a free man now. And I want to focus on my present reality and the future of Union Battleground.
(The scene changes to a shot of Azrael Kahn, sitting on workout bench, shirtless, and glistening with sweat.)
AZRAEL: But the one takeaway from this footage that is relevant to my Union Battleground debut at L!GHTS OUT #7 is that I am no rookie or has-been in the world of professional wrestling. I am a former world champion and my abilities are more precise, more calculated, and more focused than they were when that kid in the footage defeated Judas Dathan. I’m at the cusp of my prime. And I’ve done it without being in some sports entertainment ring. I’ve had to survive in the cruel world out there. This country thinks it has it bad under its new self-absorbed president. But the United States is a pampered and sheltered place. Go to South America, the Middle East, Africa, Southeast Asia, and the former Soviet countries where dictators, sheiks, and umans rule and you will quickly realize that we live in a paradise compared to the rest of the world. The world outside of western civilization was my training grounds. It was MY ring. What Missio Dei created to be an instrument of death, I have now converted into an instrument of justice. And it’s this perseverance of the human spirit that I now bring to Union Battleground beginning at L!GHTS Out #7.
(Azrael glares at the camera, looking past his vast audience to one particular man.)
AZRAEL: Kreature… what an appropriate name for my first opponent back in the squared circle. A man with a fractured mind. A man controlled by a figment of an overactive imagination. An eccentric creation of a broken man. But I’m not here to judge how you decide to express your reality, Kreature. Trust me, I know this path well. But I am here to tell you, maybe even warn you, that the moment you step into the Battleground with me, you enter MY reality. And in my reality, you’re not some mindless robot doing someone else’s will. You’re not some emotionless being reincarnated to unleash evil upon the earth. You’re exactly what your name implies...a creature. More specifically, a male human being. You are a man who can bleed and break. You are a man who can feel all degrees of pain. And you are a man who can experience every single pang of human emotion. Don’t believe me? Then by all means come at me at L!GHTS OUT #7.
(Azrael smirks as he looks away from the camera. He shakes his head in disbelief that he actually has to tell Kreature to come back to reality. He returns his glare at the camera.)
AZRAEL: Now let’s get something straight now before you find out the hard way on Wednesday night. You are not hunting, much less killing anyone at L!GHTS OUT. I’m the Angel of Death. I was created to bring death and destruction into people’s life. I’ve spent the last couple years being the grim reaper’s agent. So do you really think I fear you? Have you ever even been to death’s door. I have! I’ve had an IUD go off a mere 40 yards from me and live to tell the story. If you were to see one-tenth of what I have seen in my short lifetime, you’ll quit playing make-believe right now. So if you think you’re getting an edge on me, think again. It all fades away as soon as you take a stiff right hand to the jaw. And I promise you, at L!GHTS OUT, you’re going to take a slew of them and a whole hell of a lot more. We’re the main event for L!GHTS OUT #7, and I’ll be damned if I let some kid on an acid trip and a penchant for makeup use me to further their career in the Battleground. This is reality, Kreature. Save your supernatural games for someone who is gullible. As for me, I’m going to show you and the rest of Union Battleground why I am called the Angel of Death. And it’s not because I’m some supernatural being with wings and a harp. Come Wednesday night, you will know first hand why I was given the name Azrael then you can go back to whoever pulls your strings and tell them and the rest of the Battleground roster exactly who I am. Best of luck out there, kid.
(Azrael gives the camera a confident smirk before the scene slowly fades out.)