Post by Mav. on May 27, 2019 13:29:17 GMT -5
..::UNSEEN FOOTAGE FROM THE RECENT AXW SHOW::..
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...We are Anonymous...
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“..As Howard Phillips Lovecraft once said, “The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is.. fear.” A young, male voice began. He had an elegant accent and his voice sounded rather light, but something about his voice was also quite insidious. “..And the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown.”
The sound of a muffled downpour could be heard outside. It seemed to be a heavy storm, during the late hours of the day. Yet even for night, it was incredibly pitch black. Not only that, but it seemed.. strange. It was an strange hour, where the Prince of Vampires resided in isolation.
The room is dark, an ominous smoke rising from the air as the brief flicker of orange light hit a wall. It moved against the wall on a pattern, shown to be the cast of light from a few dark red candles sitting to the side. There was only a quiet eeriness to the entire room, or.. where ever it was located. Though suddenly, the sound of tapping against a chair was quietly heard. There, a silhouette sat in his throne staring directly at the camera. The voices of a gothic choir picked up in the background as the man sitting raised his head to look up directly at the camera. A brief strike of lightning was casted outside, thunder boomed and the quick light lit the room up, showing large stained windows around the throne. Showing also that the room was narrow and long.. It appeared that this location was in a abandoned Catholic church.
The natural, angelic scenery of the Church had been twisted into what many religious folk would consider blasphemous. Unholy. Once a place of peace was now transformed into what seemed like an gothic horror film. The painting of Jesus Christ hanging in the middle of the room was scratched up and torn. Not only that, but the cross he was hanging on.. was upside down.
He picked up a candle in his hand and it illuminated his face. It was Vincent Draven, his black hair covered his face like a shredded curtain. His eyebrows were pinched together, showing malicious intent yet on his black lipstick covered lips.. There was a smile. A sinister smile, to be exact. His dark red eyes briefly flickered from the candle back towards the camera as he drew a small breath and began to speak. Now that he was here in Anonymous Xtreme Wrestling, it was time he made his presence known.
“...Destiny had been an interesting place for me, but not the one I was looking for. You see..” As Draven spoke, his sharp fangs were shown as he talked. “As much as I love terrorizing those pathetic wastes of flesh you call opponents- They became boring. When a toy becomes repetitive, you tend to want a new one.. And I have found that new toy. The AXW, quite a fascinating phenomenon of a place. From demons to anarchists, to.. villains, and other wild characters.”
The Vampire’s devious smile faded. “Just my kind of place.” He licked his lips slowly, the light beginning to show he had a thin trail of blood running down his pale chin. He continued his speech, seemingly now deep in thought as he concentrated on the candle's flame. “What H.P. Lovecraft had seemed to forget was that.. Hope. Hope is also a very strong emotion that mankind desperately clings onto. It needs hope to survive to keep fighting, even a villain needs hope.” Draven explained carefully.
“I just happen to find happiness in taking hope from others.” The Vampire’s smile came back, showing his sharp teeth. He appeared unhinged, and that wasn't far from the truth. “Seeing their hope fade and the fear replace is satisfying. It is what I live off of; putting fear into others. Making them afraid of their shadows, always looking behind them.. It's fascinating.”
“That's exactly why I am here.” He paused. “To strike fear into my opponents’ hearts. To make them realize.. their hope to win is futile, but most importantly? To take their Championship belt and hold it above their head, just for the satisfaction of seeing the look in their eyes. The look of horror and grief to realize the hardest thing they have ever had to earn.. was taken away from them. By the piercing of my fangs, and the iconic count of one.. two.. three.”
Another strike of lightning went off outside, showing Draven's face in an ethereal blue tint.. before the warm orange glow of the candle in his face was the only thing lighting his face. His attention went back to the camera. “I am no ordinary person to step into the ring, and when I make my debut- It will be clear that I am not to be treated as so. I am an enigma, a mystery that no one has ever or will be ever able to explain. I am.. Vincent Draven and I'm here to absolutely ruin whoever has the poor luck of facing me in the ring. Whether it be a demon, an anarchist, an anarchist, or a villain. With that said, Anonymous Xtreme Wrestling..”
“You're next.”
Draven then blew the candle out, and the others around him faded one by one. The room was pitch black, and the sound of his maniacal laughter could be heard as it also slowly faded away...
The sound of a muffled downpour could be heard outside. It seemed to be a heavy storm, during the late hours of the day. Yet even for night, it was incredibly pitch black. Not only that, but it seemed.. strange. It was an strange hour, where the Prince of Vampires resided in isolation.
The room is dark, an ominous smoke rising from the air as the brief flicker of orange light hit a wall. It moved against the wall on a pattern, shown to be the cast of light from a few dark red candles sitting to the side. There was only a quiet eeriness to the entire room, or.. where ever it was located. Though suddenly, the sound of tapping against a chair was quietly heard. There, a silhouette sat in his throne staring directly at the camera. The voices of a gothic choir picked up in the background as the man sitting raised his head to look up directly at the camera. A brief strike of lightning was casted outside, thunder boomed and the quick light lit the room up, showing large stained windows around the throne. Showing also that the room was narrow and long.. It appeared that this location was in a abandoned Catholic church.
The natural, angelic scenery of the Church had been twisted into what many religious folk would consider blasphemous. Unholy. Once a place of peace was now transformed into what seemed like an gothic horror film. The painting of Jesus Christ hanging in the middle of the room was scratched up and torn. Not only that, but the cross he was hanging on.. was upside down.
He picked up a candle in his hand and it illuminated his face. It was Vincent Draven, his black hair covered his face like a shredded curtain. His eyebrows were pinched together, showing malicious intent yet on his black lipstick covered lips.. There was a smile. A sinister smile, to be exact. His dark red eyes briefly flickered from the candle back towards the camera as he drew a small breath and began to speak. Now that he was here in Anonymous Xtreme Wrestling, it was time he made his presence known.
“...Destiny had been an interesting place for me, but not the one I was looking for. You see..” As Draven spoke, his sharp fangs were shown as he talked. “As much as I love terrorizing those pathetic wastes of flesh you call opponents- They became boring. When a toy becomes repetitive, you tend to want a new one.. And I have found that new toy. The AXW, quite a fascinating phenomenon of a place. From demons to anarchists, to.. villains, and other wild characters.”
The Vampire’s devious smile faded. “Just my kind of place.” He licked his lips slowly, the light beginning to show he had a thin trail of blood running down his pale chin. He continued his speech, seemingly now deep in thought as he concentrated on the candle's flame. “What H.P. Lovecraft had seemed to forget was that.. Hope. Hope is also a very strong emotion that mankind desperately clings onto. It needs hope to survive to keep fighting, even a villain needs hope.” Draven explained carefully.
“I just happen to find happiness in taking hope from others.” The Vampire’s smile came back, showing his sharp teeth. He appeared unhinged, and that wasn't far from the truth. “Seeing their hope fade and the fear replace is satisfying. It is what I live off of; putting fear into others. Making them afraid of their shadows, always looking behind them.. It's fascinating.”
“That's exactly why I am here.” He paused. “To strike fear into my opponents’ hearts. To make them realize.. their hope to win is futile, but most importantly? To take their Championship belt and hold it above their head, just for the satisfaction of seeing the look in their eyes. The look of horror and grief to realize the hardest thing they have ever had to earn.. was taken away from them. By the piercing of my fangs, and the iconic count of one.. two.. three.”
Another strike of lightning went off outside, showing Draven's face in an ethereal blue tint.. before the warm orange glow of the candle in his face was the only thing lighting his face. His attention went back to the camera. “I am no ordinary person to step into the ring, and when I make my debut- It will be clear that I am not to be treated as so. I am an enigma, a mystery that no one has ever or will be ever able to explain. I am.. Vincent Draven and I'm here to absolutely ruin whoever has the poor luck of facing me in the ring. Whether it be a demon, an anarchist, an anarchist, or a villain. With that said, Anonymous Xtreme Wrestling..”
“You're next.”
Draven then blew the candle out, and the others around him faded one by one. The room was pitch black, and the sound of his maniacal laughter could be heard as it also slowly faded away...