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"Lamb of Fraud"; Quick Shoot Promo
Topic Started: Oct 6 2010, 06:22 AM (126 Views)
xShanex
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Stay Down
Static took the screen for a few moments before clearing out, as it has always done. The scene was just outside of the Burswood Dome in Perth, Australia, the time of day reflecting in the eminatting shadows among the parking lot. The orange light of the parking lot lighting caught the love of various insects that flew through it. The camera focused on the light before lowering, catching two figures in it's gaze.

The first, in the background, was that of Selena Abercrombie. She wore American woodland Camoflauge pants and a matching headband under her newly dyed blaack with a single blonde streak hair. She wore a new Ryan Shane "Blood of the Reaper" t-shirt, the crimson skull resting on her right side as the name "Ryan Shane" crossed the top. Underneath the Skull's right eye, three black X's were etched in it.

Selena sat down on the curb next to the main subject of the video. Ryan Shane hunched over his knees, placing his elbows on them, resting his head on his hands in the typical prayer position. He sighed, leaning back and presenting a clearer view of his form to the viewing audience. He too wore a new Ryan Shane t-shirt, but of a different design. The image of a severely damaged unfolded steel chair rested on the front, on top of it, what appeared to be a Voodoo doll. The doll appeared as someone very familiar to the CZW Nation, having both arms covered in tattooed sleeves, the abs inked in the words "Straight Edge", it's head covered by long black hair and a scruffy beard. In the Doll's chest, right where the heart would be, a Railroad spike dug in, what appeared to be blood flowed out from the "wound", making small pools on the ground underneath it. Behind this image two demonic red eyes looked out, two clawed hands unfolded underneath it, holding the carnage in it's palms. On each finger, the upside letters of the words "Stay Down" were tattooed. Ryan looked into the camera, now showing that even though it was in the dead of night, he still wore the aviator sun glasses he had worn in previous appearances.

"Last Monday I made the entire Combat Zone stand on notice. I did the one thing nobody else in this business, aside from Derek Damage himself, have ever done! I put the CZW into chaos! Between my three victims, I eliminated Two Intercontinental Champions, a current AND two-time X-Division Champion A two-time Ultraviolent Champion, a Global Tag-Team Champion, and count 'em, TWO World Heavyweight Champions, but dropping three men. First, El Pablo. There's no excuses anymore, no way to deny my skill. Ryan Shane was screwed out of the X-Division Championship, and in return, nearly broke the neck of the man that did it! Pablo, when I drove you head first into the seat of that chair with the Murder Scene, I also buried any question that I am the best in the business today, and not even the first and only CZW Grand Slam Champion could prove that wrong! I have never been beaten in a one on one confrontation without outside influence, and I never will......"

Ryan shook his head, seemingly unsatisfied with his meaningless jabbering of accomplishments and petty victories. He reached up, removing his shades and placing them on his collar. Though the shades were removed, Ryan's cold stare was still masked by the shadows, only his lower-half of his face visable.

"But even more important than my victory in that simple wrestling contest was my all but victory against my oppressors, Youthful Aggression. Brian......Brian Kirkland, you've always claimed yourself the Straight Edge equivalent to Jesus Christ, and on Overdrive, you perished for your idiotic thoughts, just as he did! No, seeing you fired was not enough, it was not enough of a reconciliation for my nine months of self-loathing and mental repression! You had to pay! You had to pay with blood!"

The word blood echoed out into the empty night, Ryan regaining his composure before speaking again.

"My "Project" went into effect last Monday, Kirkland. The greatest damage is emotional damage. Those wounds, those multiple stabs from my Railroad Spike will eventually scar and heal over, the major concussion and neck damage, perhaps even skull fractures you received from my wicked, sick design I call "The Fallout", when I sandwiched your head between the cold steel of two chairs, will either kill you, or heal, but the knowledge, Kirkland. The knowledge that I took everything you worked so hard for, and made it my own, will remain forever. The knowledge that, though you saw yourself as the leader, I was the true inspiration of the movement, will linger on! The knowledge that, though I've only been in CZW for a year, my skill and my power were so far superior to yours that I rendered you helpless, not only in the ring, but at Overdrive last week, that will burn in your soul forever. I took your mission, I took your pride, I took your ability to provide for yourself by taking away your ability to wrestle anywhere, argueably ever again, but the best one of all was that I took your last moment in Combat Zone Wrestling, a company you bled for, and loved so dearly. Everything, Kirkland! Everything that was yours, is now MINE........everything except one thing."

Shane seemed to become even more disappointed, his right foot tapping restlessly in anticipation.

"Mike King still walks. As long as one member of the virus that is Youthful Aggression remains, it will spread and take even more victims. It's a cancerous cell awaiting the right time to kill it's host, but unfortunate for you, "CZW's Surgeon General" is back in, and you're under the knife! Mike King, you ran like a fearful house cat from my approach, and you managed you make it out with a victory over the world Champion, but know this King! Without me, you wouldn't have that win! You didn't beat Mortius, I BEAT MORTIUS! Enjoy it though, Mike, because this one victory will be a mere shadow to the defeat you suffer at Horrorcore, and all I need to do to seal your fate is to take part in my little "surprise". It seems Mr. Derek Damage has taken an attraction to "The Straight Edge Curse", and can you really blame him? I embody his ideal of the strong surviving, and the weak fading into obscurity, and for that he has handed me, not exactly what I want, but an opportunity to prove myself the force that I am. On the other side of the ring I face not only the rowdy Son of a Bitch Jack Abraham, I face CZW's first World Heavyweight Champion The Zodiac Thrilla. If I should fail, the Damage Control stipulation will terminate my CZW contract, and I'll move on to the next chapter in my life, and even without the Control in place, I still would leave. Weakness will not be tolerated. Now when I defeat both men, I will be added into the Intercontinental Championship match at Horrocore."

A sick smirk crossed the lips of Ryan Shane, matching the same on the face of Selena next to him.

"Jack, you'll try to hit me with the Deep Sea Drill, and like the BP Oil Tanker, you'll sink into the depths during a catastrophic failure. Zodiac, you, on the other hand, have my attention. You'll be bringing Whiteout to the ringside, but I can promise you that he will be of no use to you even before the bell is rung. Zodiac, you're the Zodiac, and expect me to fear you?!?! You're looking at the CZW hybrid of the Unibomber, Charles Manson and Jeffery Dahmer! I'll destroy your mind, tear your flesh apart.........and then I'm going to eat you alive! You see yourself a former Champion, I see you as just another name on my list, a stepping stone to the throne of the new CZW Intercontinental Champion! Mike King, the clock's ticking my friend. You can fight as much as you want, but in the end, resistance is futile. The Intercontinental Championship is my destiny, and within the month I'll not only add it to my collection, but five more names to my list."

The camera focused on Ryan, who appeared to have nothing left to say, but then spoke up as if he had remembered something within the blink of an eye.

"One more thing. Eddie Rowan, you had to make it your business to come out and attack me when I obviously had no interest in you. You've slowly but surely become an ever growing thorn in my side since I made you tap out many months ago, whether it be against Youthful Aggression, attempting to uncoil all the secret work I had done, or now on my individual war path! This......this conflict between us, it's not over Rowan. It's not over until I say it's over, and I'm having too much fun destroying all of your lives to stop now. Save your soul if you walk out of Horrorcore as the World Heavyweight Champion, becaus eyou may just find yourself starring death wrapped in a gold title belt in the face, hungering for more. You can be "Rated-E", a Clown, Killer, or a Saint, a "Reaper", a "Pheonix", simply a wrestler, or weed whackin' missing toothed imbecile. I will be leaving Overdrive with a victory, I WILL be leaving Horrorcore as the new CZW Intercontinental champion, and I will leave standing tall. Your fate is much less satisfactory. You? You'll all...."

Ryan brought his fist out, lunging them toward the camera to display his knuckle tattoo in the hazy light of the overhead fixture.

"Stay Down."

As soon as the words were spoken, the are around the video began to distort, white noise screaming out before the entire video was reduced to it, then cutting to black.
Edited by xShanex, Oct 7 2010, 04:48 AM.
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