Post by "The Hellman" G Stone on Aug 12, 2011 22:19:28 GMT -5
As the broadcast returns from the previews of the Pay Per View, the camera shows ringside, which appears to have been overcome by a blackout for the past minute or so. The fans whisper softly amongst themselves amidst the darkness, wondering what is going to happen next on the show. They aren’t kept waiting for long though, as the SNME screen soon becomes active, with the image of a dark, familiar character, that being G Stone. The fans give a mixed reaction to the sight. Some cheer, some boo, yet all have been set into a fury at Stone’s presence. The image on the screen is dark. The room Stone stands, or rather, sits in is very dimly lit. The room is generally empty, except for two stark features. On the floor beneath Stone’s feet are crimson splatters of blood that have long since dried. It is much easier to see since Stone’s feet do not touch the ground, which is apparent when the fans soon see that Stone is sitting on a very bloody gurney. Upon his neck is the neck brace he was given to prevent further damage. His head wears the bandages that have been wrapped to stop the blood, and the shirt he wears is the very same one he wore when he was beaten. The tears and holes easily reveal his heavily bandaged torso underneath. As per usual, his head is bowed down, implying that he is lost in deep thought as he begins to speak.
This blood… was mine. Pints. Quarts. Liters. Possibly galloons, yet still my own blood all the same. What did I do to deserve this bloodshed? What had I possibly done to warrant this fate? Yes, I challenged you, Randy, but remember that it was you who targeted me first. My first weeks back since my return to SNME, and you sought to destroy me. Did my return spark something in you, or were you just against me since the beginning? What reasons do people need to hate me? I hurt people. I cripple them, and I do it willingly. Gladly. Is this why? Is this what drew your scorn towards me all this time? The fact that I hurt people? You hurt people too, don’t you? You’ve proven it to so many others before. You’ve proven it to Justin Tyger. Hell, you proved it to me a couple of weeks ago. This blood beneath me is a testament to that. But what draws you to want to hurt me? What makes you want to bury me so anxiously? Is it truly because I hurt people? Or perhaps, because I simply do it… better? There are many people I’ve sent away on a stretcher like this. Throughout my career, I’ve done it. I’ve made a name for myself by being ruthless, relentless. Then again… so have you. You’ve hurt people, just like I have. You’re known for being an unstoppable force, someone who draws fear into all who face him. What is different between us? We hurt people. We tear their souls from their bodies, and leave their carcasses as our trophies for all to see. We have our own methods of injury. I have darkness. You have no mercy. I have Hell. You have the instinct of a Viper. It’s uncanny. We’ve also both destroyed the greats of this business who feed off the leeches that we dare call professional wrestling fans. Do you not remember “the Raven” Scott Levy? Do you not remember “Soulfire” Justin Tyger? We’ve done many things alike. We’ve ended careers without remorse and without mercy. We’ve done all that we could to raise hell in all but the most literal sense. Perhaps that’s it? Perhaps you saw me not as a victim, just like everyone else? Perhaps you saw me as… competition? The Hellman rose from the ashes, claiming to unleash the horrors of hell, and the Viper takes offense in seeing this invader overtaking his domain. Did you deem SNME as yours, Randy? Was this supposed to be yours and yours alone? My presence threatens you, doesn’t it? I’m right, aren’t I?
Carefully, Stone hops off the gurney he was sitting on, opting instead to sit on the cold, bloodstained floor beneath him. His head is still bowed all the while, as he seeks to get a closer look at the blood that he himself spilt.
You are the Viper, and this is your jungle. Another fallen angel comes into the fold, and you feel that he does not belong, mainly because you feel that he may usurp your kingdom. And so did you set in this war, demon amongst demon, as we personified the essence of hell itself, showing the world who is the most dominant of us two. We are Beelzebub and Baphomet, and this is our battle for dominance over Hell. There is only one absolute ruler, and no other may be allowed a throne. How far did we take this, Randy? We played our mind games. Like hopscotch, we threw the stones and watched each other hop and dance to our whims. You antagonize me, and I antagonize you. You tried to fool me, and I tried to fool you. In the end, where did we end up? What become of the two of us? What were your plans, Randy? Did you wish to eliminate me, or merely to toy with me, as if to claim a false superiority over me? Either way, you had certainly made clear your ultimate intention in the end, did you not? You had one victory of me, which gave you the change to be the supreme force. You brutalized me, Randy. You made me feel pains I had never felt before. I… I had never been decimated in such a way that I was that night. It was a new feeling. It burned me. It… it disabled me. With my own weapons, you effectively eviscerated me, gave me sensations that I had delivered all too many times before, yet never received. Randy… you tried to end me. You tried to demolish me, to kill me. Randy… this is your error. You see, there’s only one very small, yet very significant problem that you have before you.
Slowly, Stone stands up with his head still bowed. He then raises his head just slightly so that the viewers can see his face through his wavy hair. He screams, yet his voice seems to distort in a way that is hard to distinguish.
I’m still standing!
The lights in the arena suddenly flash back on, seemingly blinding to those who have become accustomed to the darkness. Once the people have been able to recover their vision, their eyes peer towards the ring, where they see none other than “The Hellman” G Stone standing in the middle of it. There is no neck brace and no bandages. All there is to see is a man who is left staring directly into the camera with a rather morbid, furious look.
This is my sanctuary, Randy. MY HELL…. This is MY realm that we’re stepping into! No ambushes, no mind games, and no insignificant factors. All there is for us is the drive to rip each other apart limb from limb, piece by piece. No lightning. No blackouts. No rooms or doors to hide behind. I invited you here for a reason, Randy. There is no fear in either you or me. We will fight until we can fight no longer. The adrenaline shall numb the pain for as long as it is able until we both run on empty. The blood shall continue to flow until we both become bone dry. The only question left to us is this. Who dies first?! I’m thirsting for this, Viper. I’m salivating for it! You want to try to eliminate me? You want to kick me in the head? Do so at your own discretion. Is strength your only advantage you have against me? It certainly seems to be the case, doesn’t it?! That’s the only reason why you succeeded against me. You overpowered me, but here, I’m not gonna let this happen. This is my home, and I rule as emperor over it. I have mastered this torturous menace, and I can bend it to my will. Are you afraid, Randy? Are you quivering? I hope to all hell that you aren’t, because it certainly would be quite a disappointment for the man who damn near killed me to begin to cower out at our story’s climax. Especially after I allowed you to twist this match just the slightest bit in your favor…
Burial…This is the finality we were both hoping for. Burial is absolute, for when you find yourself six feet under, there is no escape. No amount of strength could you have to dig yourself out of the dirt, and there is no sound loud enough to penetrate the walls that confine you. I’m not ready to die. Not yet. Are you? So many times have you ended people’s career, and so many times was it merely temporary. That’s what my hell is for. This is the funeral of the damned.
Stone promptly begins to get up, as he takes a quick look of the fans around him. He then wanders off to one side as he reaches over and picks off a gasoline can, which he uses to drop gasoline all over the ring. He holds it up as he looks upon it proudly, before threateningly pointing it at the camera below him
Randy Orton. The spirit of the funeral. The viper that delivers men to their death. Hellman. The harbinger of the end. The metatron of doom and suffering. Borne of the same mold, you and and now we set upon the same goals. Everything we do, we do simply to set the world ablaze. We are alike, and yet we are different, merely because you are imperfect, and I… am not. This is it, Randy. This is the fatal finale. Our war ends here, and when the dust has settled and the smoke has cleared, you will be the one who will be carted across the river Styx. So it is written, so it shall come to pass. So is it willed by the Fates that bind, so there will be done. Come, Randy. Now is the time for you to be buried in effigy of those who defy The Hellman. Now is the time for you to meet your grim and bloody end, and now is the time for you to finally be Welcomed…To…Hell..
Stone grabs a lighter from his pocket and he generates fire. Solemnly, G Stone drops the lighter on the ring and puts the ring on fire. The camera fades out for a commercial break.
This blood… was mine. Pints. Quarts. Liters. Possibly galloons, yet still my own blood all the same. What did I do to deserve this bloodshed? What had I possibly done to warrant this fate? Yes, I challenged you, Randy, but remember that it was you who targeted me first. My first weeks back since my return to SNME, and you sought to destroy me. Did my return spark something in you, or were you just against me since the beginning? What reasons do people need to hate me? I hurt people. I cripple them, and I do it willingly. Gladly. Is this why? Is this what drew your scorn towards me all this time? The fact that I hurt people? You hurt people too, don’t you? You’ve proven it to so many others before. You’ve proven it to Justin Tyger. Hell, you proved it to me a couple of weeks ago. This blood beneath me is a testament to that. But what draws you to want to hurt me? What makes you want to bury me so anxiously? Is it truly because I hurt people? Or perhaps, because I simply do it… better? There are many people I’ve sent away on a stretcher like this. Throughout my career, I’ve done it. I’ve made a name for myself by being ruthless, relentless. Then again… so have you. You’ve hurt people, just like I have. You’re known for being an unstoppable force, someone who draws fear into all who face him. What is different between us? We hurt people. We tear their souls from their bodies, and leave their carcasses as our trophies for all to see. We have our own methods of injury. I have darkness. You have no mercy. I have Hell. You have the instinct of a Viper. It’s uncanny. We’ve also both destroyed the greats of this business who feed off the leeches that we dare call professional wrestling fans. Do you not remember “the Raven” Scott Levy? Do you not remember “Soulfire” Justin Tyger? We’ve done many things alike. We’ve ended careers without remorse and without mercy. We’ve done all that we could to raise hell in all but the most literal sense. Perhaps that’s it? Perhaps you saw me not as a victim, just like everyone else? Perhaps you saw me as… competition? The Hellman rose from the ashes, claiming to unleash the horrors of hell, and the Viper takes offense in seeing this invader overtaking his domain. Did you deem SNME as yours, Randy? Was this supposed to be yours and yours alone? My presence threatens you, doesn’t it? I’m right, aren’t I?
Carefully, Stone hops off the gurney he was sitting on, opting instead to sit on the cold, bloodstained floor beneath him. His head is still bowed all the while, as he seeks to get a closer look at the blood that he himself spilt.
You are the Viper, and this is your jungle. Another fallen angel comes into the fold, and you feel that he does not belong, mainly because you feel that he may usurp your kingdom. And so did you set in this war, demon amongst demon, as we personified the essence of hell itself, showing the world who is the most dominant of us two. We are Beelzebub and Baphomet, and this is our battle for dominance over Hell. There is only one absolute ruler, and no other may be allowed a throne. How far did we take this, Randy? We played our mind games. Like hopscotch, we threw the stones and watched each other hop and dance to our whims. You antagonize me, and I antagonize you. You tried to fool me, and I tried to fool you. In the end, where did we end up? What become of the two of us? What were your plans, Randy? Did you wish to eliminate me, or merely to toy with me, as if to claim a false superiority over me? Either way, you had certainly made clear your ultimate intention in the end, did you not? You had one victory of me, which gave you the change to be the supreme force. You brutalized me, Randy. You made me feel pains I had never felt before. I… I had never been decimated in such a way that I was that night. It was a new feeling. It burned me. It… it disabled me. With my own weapons, you effectively eviscerated me, gave me sensations that I had delivered all too many times before, yet never received. Randy… you tried to end me. You tried to demolish me, to kill me. Randy… this is your error. You see, there’s only one very small, yet very significant problem that you have before you.
Slowly, Stone stands up with his head still bowed. He then raises his head just slightly so that the viewers can see his face through his wavy hair. He screams, yet his voice seems to distort in a way that is hard to distinguish.
I’m still standing!
The lights in the arena suddenly flash back on, seemingly blinding to those who have become accustomed to the darkness. Once the people have been able to recover their vision, their eyes peer towards the ring, where they see none other than “The Hellman” G Stone standing in the middle of it. There is no neck brace and no bandages. All there is to see is a man who is left staring directly into the camera with a rather morbid, furious look.
This is my sanctuary, Randy. MY HELL…. This is MY realm that we’re stepping into! No ambushes, no mind games, and no insignificant factors. All there is for us is the drive to rip each other apart limb from limb, piece by piece. No lightning. No blackouts. No rooms or doors to hide behind. I invited you here for a reason, Randy. There is no fear in either you or me. We will fight until we can fight no longer. The adrenaline shall numb the pain for as long as it is able until we both run on empty. The blood shall continue to flow until we both become bone dry. The only question left to us is this. Who dies first?! I’m thirsting for this, Viper. I’m salivating for it! You want to try to eliminate me? You want to kick me in the head? Do so at your own discretion. Is strength your only advantage you have against me? It certainly seems to be the case, doesn’t it?! That’s the only reason why you succeeded against me. You overpowered me, but here, I’m not gonna let this happen. This is my home, and I rule as emperor over it. I have mastered this torturous menace, and I can bend it to my will. Are you afraid, Randy? Are you quivering? I hope to all hell that you aren’t, because it certainly would be quite a disappointment for the man who damn near killed me to begin to cower out at our story’s climax. Especially after I allowed you to twist this match just the slightest bit in your favor…
Burial…This is the finality we were both hoping for. Burial is absolute, for when you find yourself six feet under, there is no escape. No amount of strength could you have to dig yourself out of the dirt, and there is no sound loud enough to penetrate the walls that confine you. I’m not ready to die. Not yet. Are you? So many times have you ended people’s career, and so many times was it merely temporary. That’s what my hell is for. This is the funeral of the damned.
Stone promptly begins to get up, as he takes a quick look of the fans around him. He then wanders off to one side as he reaches over and picks off a gasoline can, which he uses to drop gasoline all over the ring. He holds it up as he looks upon it proudly, before threateningly pointing it at the camera below him
Randy Orton. The spirit of the funeral. The viper that delivers men to their death. Hellman. The harbinger of the end. The metatron of doom and suffering. Borne of the same mold, you and and now we set upon the same goals. Everything we do, we do simply to set the world ablaze. We are alike, and yet we are different, merely because you are imperfect, and I… am not. This is it, Randy. This is the fatal finale. Our war ends here, and when the dust has settled and the smoke has cleared, you will be the one who will be carted across the river Styx. So it is written, so it shall come to pass. So is it willed by the Fates that bind, so there will be done. Come, Randy. Now is the time for you to be buried in effigy of those who defy The Hellman. Now is the time for you to meet your grim and bloody end, and now is the time for you to finally be Welcomed…To…Hell..
Stone grabs a lighter from his pocket and he generates fire. Solemnly, G Stone drops the lighter on the ring and puts the ring on fire. The camera fades out for a commercial break.