Post by reddragon on Jun 29, 2016 1:44:59 GMT
The scene slowly fades in on as the sun is beginning to rise over the Atlantic Ocean. Red Dragon stands with his arms folded across his chest. He is dressed in a black trench coat wraps around his legs His hair is pulled back into a ponytail as you notice that he is not wearing his typical white face paint and his forehead is bandaged. Not too far from him appears to be a group of people dressed in long black robes huddled next to each other a few feet from Red Dragon. They are staring at him with a look of wonder and envy.
Red Dragon: A new day is dawning in PAW. A new day has begun for Minister of Evil Red Dragon. A new world of intellectual dwarfs, poor souls, and more individuals to force to bow to my will.
Red Dragon strokes his chin looking off into the distance.
Red Dragon: War has waged for centuries. It has wiped out whole civilizations. War has brought the mighty to its knees with one decisive result. We as humans are in a constant state of war. Not always war with our neighbors, or war with those damn terrorists who seem to never get caught. War isn't always fought with guns and missiles fired with the blessing of being safely out of range. Sometimes war can be fought within ourselves. It sometimes can consume our whole lives as we fight against the tide that rolls within us.
Each of us has a different war to wage. So I ask the two wrestlers that decided to attack me and rest of the GZW takeover wrestlers. What war are you waging? What are you fighting inside yourself?
Do you put on a front when in the face of others?
Are you afraid to be shown a fraud or be considered weak?
What is your war? Show it for all to see so you may be cleansed of its poisoning nature. The BombTrax which is made up of the PAW Heavyweight champion Press and Flaming Youth. I suspect the two of you have much soul searching since the attack that almost took out John Champa by throwing him off of a building into an ambulance. For you can not begin to face your fears until you begin to face whom you are on the inside. Only then can you begin to break the chains that bind you.
The individuals walk up to Red Dragon and strip off his black trench coat. He is wrapped up with chains that criss-cross his body. The individuals grab the ends of the chains and pull on them putting pressure on his body. Red Dragon doesn't even flinch as the pressure begins to mount on his body.
Red Dragon: Press and Flaming Youth what do you do to control the war on the inside. We all have our own way to numb the pain.
Is it a hidden drug addiction?
Do you have a thing for prostitutes?
Perhaps you drink too much and abuse the bodies of willing groupies?
Or is it something else? Something more sinister that can not be revealed to the eyes of the world. Perhaps I should send some lovely ladies to gather some information for me, or perhaps I should let you two come clean to the world.
The whole world seeing who you are on the inside. Or you standing up like the men you are supposed to be and admitting it. I somehow doubt either one of you would stand up and admit the monster you can be on the inside.
See that is the difference between myself and you two. I will happily admit what I do to myself and how I control the war raging underneath my skin. Pain cleanses my soul. Pain makes me strong through the sacrifice I give to become the monster I am.
The chains that wrap around Red Dragon have begun to cut into his skin. Blood has begun to run across the chains and down his body and arms.
Red Dragon: The sight of my own blood brings me great joy. I love it. It makes me happy in an unhappy world. Seeing my blood run out of my body gives me that feeling that you used to get when you were young on Christmas Day. You know when you got up at five in the morning and sneaked downstairs to see what you got. You carefully opened the door to your bedroom and tiptoed your way to the family room where your tree was setup. As you turned the corner, you saw so many presents laid out in front of you. Your eyes would get big with excitement and wonder. You would wonder what could possibly be in all of those presents. How did Santa deliver all of those in his sleigh?
Red Dragon looks off in the distance with a manic look in his eyes.
Red Dragon: That's the feeling I get when I see my own blood. All of that excitement swells inside of me and I can barely contain myself. The feeling of sheer joy washing over me as my blood makes its way out of my body. Taking away the pain, and the war that wages within. The pain hurts so bad, but it feels so good.
Red Dragon seems to shake off the manic look and stares down at the ground with a serious face.
Red Dragon: Some would say I'm a monster. Some would say I'm a sick freak in need of serious psychological advice. They would say things like.
What kind of person enjoys pain?
What kind of person does this to their body?
You know what I think about that? I am a monster. I am a twisted, sick freak who enjoys the sight of my own blood. I do enjoy the pain. For it cleanses my soul in a way that fake prophet's religions could never do. It silences the voices from the inner demon. It makes me whole. It makes me one with the universe.
Press and Flaming Youth you will learn what pain is. You will feel the pain that resides in my soul. The two of you will be the first of many to feel the pure cleansing of pain by my hands. It will be a deeply terrifying experience for all that witness.
The individuals let go of the chains, and they fall to Red Dragon's side. He lifts his arms up in a crucifix pose with blood running down his body and arms.
Red Dragon: Damnation is coming for that is the way it is written and that is the way it shall be.
Red Dragon lets out a demonic laugh as the scene fades to black.
Red Dragon: A new day is dawning in PAW. A new day has begun for Minister of Evil Red Dragon. A new world of intellectual dwarfs, poor souls, and more individuals to force to bow to my will.
Red Dragon strokes his chin looking off into the distance.
Red Dragon: War has waged for centuries. It has wiped out whole civilizations. War has brought the mighty to its knees with one decisive result. We as humans are in a constant state of war. Not always war with our neighbors, or war with those damn terrorists who seem to never get caught. War isn't always fought with guns and missiles fired with the blessing of being safely out of range. Sometimes war can be fought within ourselves. It sometimes can consume our whole lives as we fight against the tide that rolls within us.
Each of us has a different war to wage. So I ask the two wrestlers that decided to attack me and rest of the GZW takeover wrestlers. What war are you waging? What are you fighting inside yourself?
Do you put on a front when in the face of others?
Are you afraid to be shown a fraud or be considered weak?
What is your war? Show it for all to see so you may be cleansed of its poisoning nature. The BombTrax which is made up of the PAW Heavyweight champion Press and Flaming Youth. I suspect the two of you have much soul searching since the attack that almost took out John Champa by throwing him off of a building into an ambulance. For you can not begin to face your fears until you begin to face whom you are on the inside. Only then can you begin to break the chains that bind you.
The individuals walk up to Red Dragon and strip off his black trench coat. He is wrapped up with chains that criss-cross his body. The individuals grab the ends of the chains and pull on them putting pressure on his body. Red Dragon doesn't even flinch as the pressure begins to mount on his body.
Red Dragon: Press and Flaming Youth what do you do to control the war on the inside. We all have our own way to numb the pain.
Is it a hidden drug addiction?
Do you have a thing for prostitutes?
Perhaps you drink too much and abuse the bodies of willing groupies?
Or is it something else? Something more sinister that can not be revealed to the eyes of the world. Perhaps I should send some lovely ladies to gather some information for me, or perhaps I should let you two come clean to the world.
The whole world seeing who you are on the inside. Or you standing up like the men you are supposed to be and admitting it. I somehow doubt either one of you would stand up and admit the monster you can be on the inside.
See that is the difference between myself and you two. I will happily admit what I do to myself and how I control the war raging underneath my skin. Pain cleanses my soul. Pain makes me strong through the sacrifice I give to become the monster I am.
The chains that wrap around Red Dragon have begun to cut into his skin. Blood has begun to run across the chains and down his body and arms.
Red Dragon: The sight of my own blood brings me great joy. I love it. It makes me happy in an unhappy world. Seeing my blood run out of my body gives me that feeling that you used to get when you were young on Christmas Day. You know when you got up at five in the morning and sneaked downstairs to see what you got. You carefully opened the door to your bedroom and tiptoed your way to the family room where your tree was setup. As you turned the corner, you saw so many presents laid out in front of you. Your eyes would get big with excitement and wonder. You would wonder what could possibly be in all of those presents. How did Santa deliver all of those in his sleigh?
Red Dragon looks off in the distance with a manic look in his eyes.
Red Dragon: That's the feeling I get when I see my own blood. All of that excitement swells inside of me and I can barely contain myself. The feeling of sheer joy washing over me as my blood makes its way out of my body. Taking away the pain, and the war that wages within. The pain hurts so bad, but it feels so good.
Red Dragon seems to shake off the manic look and stares down at the ground with a serious face.
Red Dragon: Some would say I'm a monster. Some would say I'm a sick freak in need of serious psychological advice. They would say things like.
What kind of person enjoys pain?
What kind of person does this to their body?
You know what I think about that? I am a monster. I am a twisted, sick freak who enjoys the sight of my own blood. I do enjoy the pain. For it cleanses my soul in a way that fake prophet's religions could never do. It silences the voices from the inner demon. It makes me whole. It makes me one with the universe.
Press and Flaming Youth you will learn what pain is. You will feel the pain that resides in my soul. The two of you will be the first of many to feel the pure cleansing of pain by my hands. It will be a deeply terrifying experience for all that witness.
The individuals let go of the chains, and they fall to Red Dragon's side. He lifts his arms up in a crucifix pose with blood running down his body and arms.
Red Dragon: Damnation is coming for that is the way it is written and that is the way it shall be.
Red Dragon lets out a demonic laugh as the scene fades to black.