Post by Poltergeist on Nov 18, 2017 7:38:45 GMT -5
We open to Poltergeist standing in a dark hallway. The lights flicker in the background, it's something off of a horror movie.
I͏ ̢hàve ̶a̴ ̀r̷oc̨k͘y ̷relati̷o̵n̨sḩip w̶it͠h ţhè XH̶F͜.҉..̶ ͜I͝ ͞l͜eft̛ ẁi̴ţh͞o̸ut ̷a w͞o̵rd.͏.̕.̧ ͢Į c͡aḿe͏ ̢ba̸ck ańd́ ̛f͞el̷l̸ si͘l̢ent͟.̶.̀.͞ ̸N̡ow͘ I'm ́b̶ac͘k ͞ag҉aìn͢... No͜w̧ I͡'m̕ ̀ba͘ck̵ ͡to҉ ̧f̧ight̀ ̧fór ̴th͡e T͢IW̛ ͘Wo̡rld ͘H͞ardco͜re C̴h͡ampio̕n͡s̷hi͞p̴.̨.̢. ̷Y͝o͜u can h͠ate m̴e...͜ Yǫu c͢an̨ ͠d̸is̀r̵espec͢t̸ m̵e.̧.. ̀B̢u͢t ͏y̢ǫu͟ wi͘ll̡ n̵o͝t fo̷r͏g̀e̢t m͢e̴..́.̀ I'm ͟h̢e҉r̶e҉ to st͡a̴y͟,͡ ͟I͟'m͠ hér̴e ̷t̕o ͡ma̸ke̵ ̕an͡ ͠i̛m͏pact.͏ Nơ ma̛t̕t̛e̢r ho͟w̨ ͟hàr̶d̀ you t̴ry ̡to ͠dec͜e͜ase ͟me̢ fr͜om̶ your͝ ̴n͠etw̧ork,͘ I wi͢l͜l̨ ͢ąl̵w͡a̛ys͝ com͘e b̀a̴ck͡.̨ I'm̴ ͟a l͝e̷e͏c͞h, ́l͢eechin̡g̛ ͡o̸ff̸ ̧of ̴you̧. I͡'͏m͜ ͜e͘v͢e͝r̀y͠w͟ḩer̷e̸,̨ wi̢t͝h ͝eve̶r͞yone͡.͢ I want͜ to ma͝ke a͝ c͟ha̴ng͡e ̢with̨ín̵ ̸th͝e ne̡t͝wórk.̧ I w̨an̢t͡ t͜o mark ͟it́ ̀wi͝t̢ḩ ͠t͝h̶e҉ ͏i̕nsíg̨ni͟a ̛o͞f d͝ea̢th.͏
He takes a pause, looks around at abyss and breaths in. We can't see his face, as it's covered by his mask. But underneath, we can tell he's sickeningly smiling. We feel a presence of emptiness inside him, a void of life.
I w͝i͘ll͝ d̵o͟ ju͟st͟ t̶hat҉.
He pauses once more. He lifts his shaking arms and holds his shaking head. He begins to spasm ferociously, his body twitching and glitching. He begins to laugh, a high pitched cackle, like a witch or a psychopath.
́I͏ a͘l͏réad͜y ͏a̧m̵ doi̸n҉g͞ ̵th̷at͠.
He laughs even heavily, his voice echoing off of the walls of black. He's full on shaking now, his arms glitching back and forth, his head twisting from left to right.
I'm n͞o҉t hęr̴e t͞ó mak̴e pe̛opl̕e̶ ̴ha͠ppy, I'm n̶o҉t ̴here͡ ̢t҉o͝ ̧ma̸k̢e͠ f͟r̵ie̷nds̵.̧ ͝I̵'͘m̶ ̨he̢re t҉o̵ ̶us͡e̢ p͏eop͢l̛e ̛i͢n a̕n̷ ̴a̵ttemp͟t͜ t͜o̴ ̴bri͏n̢g my ́ca͠reer to g͝re͏atnȩs̸s͠. ̛I͞ will҉ ļeec̶h̶ o͟ff of̢ a̸l̷l̕ o͡f y̢ou͢. I ͝w̴il̶l make yo҉u͡ f̢ee̸l͡ ̧wo͟r͘t͢h͘les̡s an͟d ̶d͢e̡ad̛.҉ ͟It͜ ͘s̵tar̢t̕s ́wi͞th͞ ̸T͠ǫt̷a̧l͟l̢y̸ ́Ìǹs̛ané ͢Wrest͟ling... ͡I͜t ͏wil͞l ͘end͝ wi̕th ́the ̵X*Cr͡own...͡ I w̛il͠l͡ ste͝p̛ ͟o̴n͝ ͞ýou ͘o̢n my͡ ͏w̴a̕y̨ t̡o̵ ͝t͡h̵e ̀top,͠ ̛y̴ou͞'l͝l̸ ̸be n̛othi̴ng m͟or̛e̵ ̛than̶ a͢ ̛useles̡s ̧art̵if͜a͢ct͢..͘. ̷You ͠c̸a̡ņ call m͏e ͠a ͠w̨r̀es͝t͜l̶i͞n͡g̛ "̵he̴el̵"̶... But ͜I̷'m̨ mo̷r͢e ̛of ҉an inn͏o͢vat̸or..̕.̛ I ͢w͏i҉l̢l ͢bus͜t ͏you͠ ̸op̕en̨,͟ c͜ra̕c̀k ͡y͘our̶ s͏ku͞l͟l,̶ mak͝e you ͞fe̕e̕l҉ li̴k̀e ̶noth̀įng̶.
His voice becomes deep and serious. He stops his spasms. He stops his glitching. He smiles sadistically under his mask.
Y͘o҉u ͞wi̧ll fa͞l̴l̕ ͞at͏ ̵t̶h͞e ̵hands ͘of P͟ơl͠t͘e͏rgęi̷s̶t..͜.҉
He takes one final pause.
D͟e̛a͡th t̷ò ̶XHF
I͏ ̢hàve ̶a̴ ̀r̷oc̨k͘y ̷relati̷o̵n̨sḩip w̶it͠h ţhè XH̶F͜.҉..̶ ͜I͝ ͞l͜eft̛ ẁi̴ţh͞o̸ut ̷a w͞o̵rd.͏.̕.̧ ͢Į c͡aḿe͏ ̢ba̸ck ańd́ ̛f͞el̷l̸ si͘l̢ent͟.̶.̀.͞ ̸N̡ow͘ I'm ́b̶ac͘k ͞ag҉aìn͢... No͜w̧ I͡'m̕ ̀ba͘ck̵ ͡to҉ ̧f̧ight̀ ̧fór ̴th͡e T͢IW̛ ͘Wo̡rld ͘H͞ardco͜re C̴h͡ampio̕n͡s̷hi͞p̴.̨.̢. ̷Y͝o͜u can h͠ate m̴e...͜ Yǫu c͢an̨ ͠d̸is̀r̵espec͢t̸ m̵e.̧.. ̀B̢u͢t ͏y̢ǫu͟ wi͘ll̡ n̵o͝t fo̷r͏g̀e̢t m͢e̴..́.̀ I'm ͟h̢e҉r̶e҉ to st͡a̴y͟,͡ ͟I͟'m͠ hér̴e ̷t̕o ͡ma̸ke̵ ̕an͡ ͠i̛m͏pact.͏ Nơ ma̛t̕t̛e̢r ho͟w̨ ͟hàr̶d̀ you t̴ry ̡to ͠dec͜e͜ase ͟me̢ fr͜om̶ your͝ ̴n͠etw̧ork,͘ I wi͢l͜l̨ ͢ąl̵w͡a̛ys͝ com͘e b̀a̴ck͡.̨ I'm̴ ͟a l͝e̷e͏c͞h, ́l͢eechin̡g̛ ͡o̸ff̸ ̧of ̴you̧. I͡'͏m͜ ͜e͘v͢e͝r̀y͠w͟ḩer̷e̸,̨ wi̢t͝h ͝eve̶r͞yone͡.͢ I want͜ to ma͝ke a͝ c͟ha̴ng͡e ̢with̨ín̵ ̸th͝e ne̡t͝wórk.̧ I w̨an̢t͡ t͜o mark ͟it́ ̀wi͝t̢ḩ ͠t͝h̶e҉ ͏i̕nsíg̨ni͟a ̛o͞f d͝ea̢th.͏
He takes a pause, looks around at abyss and breaths in. We can't see his face, as it's covered by his mask. But underneath, we can tell he's sickeningly smiling. We feel a presence of emptiness inside him, a void of life.
I w͝i͘ll͝ d̵o͟ ju͟st͟ t̶hat҉.
He pauses once more. He lifts his shaking arms and holds his shaking head. He begins to spasm ferociously, his body twitching and glitching. He begins to laugh, a high pitched cackle, like a witch or a psychopath.
́I͏ a͘l͏réad͜y ͏a̧m̵ doi̸n҉g͞ ̵th̷at͠.
He laughs even heavily, his voice echoing off of the walls of black. He's full on shaking now, his arms glitching back and forth, his head twisting from left to right.
I'm n͞o҉t hęr̴e t͞ó mak̴e pe̛opl̕e̶ ̴ha͠ppy, I'm n̶o҉t ̴here͡ ̢t҉o͝ ̧ma̸k̢e͠ f͟r̵ie̷nds̵.̧ ͝I̵'͘m̶ ̨he̢re t҉o̵ ̶us͡e̢ p͏eop͢l̛e ̛i͢n a̕n̷ ̴a̵ttemp͟t͜ t͜o̴ ̴bri͏n̢g my ́ca͠reer to g͝re͏atnȩs̸s͠. ̛I͞ will҉ ļeec̶h̶ o͟ff of̢ a̸l̷l̕ o͡f y̢ou͢. I ͝w̴il̶l make yo҉u͡ f̢ee̸l͡ ̧wo͟r͘t͢h͘les̡s an͟d ̶d͢e̡ad̛.҉ ͟It͜ ͘s̵tar̢t̕s ́wi͞th͞ ̸T͠ǫt̷a̧l͟l̢y̸ ́Ìǹs̛ané ͢Wrest͟ling... ͡I͜t ͏wil͞l ͘end͝ wi̕th ́the ̵X*Cr͡own...͡ I w̛il͠l͡ ste͝p̛ ͟o̴n͝ ͞ýou ͘o̢n my͡ ͏w̴a̕y̨ t̡o̵ ͝t͡h̵e ̀top,͠ ̛y̴ou͞'l͝l̸ ̸be n̛othi̴ng m͟or̛e̵ ̛than̶ a͢ ̛useles̡s ̧art̵if͜a͢ct͢..͘. ̷You ͠c̸a̡ņ call m͏e ͠a ͠w̨r̀es͝t͜l̶i͞n͡g̛ "̵he̴el̵"̶... But ͜I̷'m̨ mo̷r͢e ̛of ҉an inn͏o͢vat̸or..̕.̛ I ͢w͏i҉l̢l ͢bus͜t ͏you͠ ̸op̕en̨,͟ c͜ra̕c̀k ͡y͘our̶ s͏ku͞l͟l,̶ mak͝e you ͞fe̕e̕l҉ li̴k̀e ̶noth̀įng̶.
His voice becomes deep and serious. He stops his spasms. He stops his glitching. He smiles sadistically under his mask.
Y͘o҉u ͞wi̧ll fa͞l̴l̕ ͞at͏ ̵t̶h͞e ̵hands ͘of P͟ơl͠t͘e͏rgęi̷s̶t..͜.҉
He takes one final pause.
D͟e̛a͡th t̷ò ̶XHF
