Post by steelmorrigan on Mar 2, 2021 3:49:29 GMT -5
"Do you know the definition of the word Nemesis? A righteous infliction of retribution manifested by an appropriate agent."
After those words we fade in on Damien laid on his back against a dark carpet, Neon lighting reflected on his face and providing the backdrop lighting on the right side of his face.
He stays laid, gazing up at the camera before a smile cracks his features.
"In this case a masked wrestler with very few details, and a match under my belt giving him he best opportunity to scout me, get the deets, prepare the strats. I'm just some upstart in the way right?"
He smirks a little and slowly sits up, the camera tiling to follow his position as he leans hands out of sight on the floor an blows a lock of hair out of his face.
"That's usually how it goes, right? Choomb?"
A wry chuckle as he closed his eyes.
"Thing is, your job is to stake your rep against mine, That's the game, that's the plan and I figure you might not have much in the way to play nice, or even fair...That's biz."
He scoffs at the air just a touch.
“I get a feelin’ I’m going to be making’ a lot of first impressions, That dropping Hexx wasn’t enough for ya’ll, now you put me against Nemesis, I don’t know his deal all I have is so me photos and an official bi to go by, as scout jobs go it’s a lousy start, but that’s cool Had the same deal with Hexx.”
A slight smirk.
“Look how that turned out, so we press on, no time for examination, no time for anythin’ else really. Right? Never fade away..”
Another slight chuckle as if he almost believes his own hype before standing bare feet exposed to the camera for a scene before it whip pans to follow him as he looks out a window.
“So, Nemesis, what’s the deal? Is there some great injustice lurking under than mask you want to avenge on NCW, or you just think it was an edgy handle to put the fear in people who don’t know better? You a man ion a mission to be avoided? Or just a poseur? Or am I thinking about this too hard?”
A hand reaches down for a bottle , cracking the top as he takes along sip of the liquid within. Eyes closing as he sighs and muses.
“Probably option 3.”
He chuckles.
“Only thing rally is getting your ass inside that Square and seeing who ends up flatlined and who ends up gaining rep, right? I mean , that’s how biz is done.”
A sly chuckle.
“Thing is, I expect you to come out mean, whoever you are whatever is under that, mask this is your first opportunity to show it..”
Another long sip of his drink looking away from the camera the view beyond the camera tight in on his face as he licks his lips and takes a breath against the city air.
“So show me what you got Nemesis, let’s see what’s under that hood…Let’s see if you can go , bark or bite. Choice is yours. Let’s see how the scales fall.”
He salutes with the bottle and gives a wry smirk.
“Salut”
Fade out.
After those words we fade in on Damien laid on his back against a dark carpet, Neon lighting reflected on his face and providing the backdrop lighting on the right side of his face.
He stays laid, gazing up at the camera before a smile cracks his features.
"In this case a masked wrestler with very few details, and a match under my belt giving him he best opportunity to scout me, get the deets, prepare the strats. I'm just some upstart in the way right?"
He smirks a little and slowly sits up, the camera tiling to follow his position as he leans hands out of sight on the floor an blows a lock of hair out of his face.
"That's usually how it goes, right? Choomb?"
A wry chuckle as he closed his eyes.
"Thing is, your job is to stake your rep against mine, That's the game, that's the plan and I figure you might not have much in the way to play nice, or even fair...That's biz."
He scoffs at the air just a touch.
“I get a feelin’ I’m going to be making’ a lot of first impressions, That dropping Hexx wasn’t enough for ya’ll, now you put me against Nemesis, I don’t know his deal all I have is so me photos and an official bi to go by, as scout jobs go it’s a lousy start, but that’s cool Had the same deal with Hexx.”
A slight smirk.
“Look how that turned out, so we press on, no time for examination, no time for anythin’ else really. Right? Never fade away..”
Another slight chuckle as if he almost believes his own hype before standing bare feet exposed to the camera for a scene before it whip pans to follow him as he looks out a window.
“So, Nemesis, what’s the deal? Is there some great injustice lurking under than mask you want to avenge on NCW, or you just think it was an edgy handle to put the fear in people who don’t know better? You a man ion a mission to be avoided? Or just a poseur? Or am I thinking about this too hard?”
A hand reaches down for a bottle , cracking the top as he takes along sip of the liquid within. Eyes closing as he sighs and muses.
“Probably option 3.”
He chuckles.
“Only thing rally is getting your ass inside that Square and seeing who ends up flatlined and who ends up gaining rep, right? I mean , that’s how biz is done.”
A sly chuckle.
“Thing is, I expect you to come out mean, whoever you are whatever is under that, mask this is your first opportunity to show it..”
Another long sip of his drink looking away from the camera the view beyond the camera tight in on his face as he licks his lips and takes a breath against the city air.
“So show me what you got Nemesis, let’s see what’s under that hood…Let’s see if you can go , bark or bite. Choice is yours. Let’s see how the scales fall.”
He salutes with the bottle and gives a wry smirk.
“Salut”
Fade out.