[glow=red,2,300]----Ace's Demise---[/glow]
*The scene opens up to dead trees blowing in the wind, crows perching in them. The wind blows ominously and something howls in the distance. The gloomy moon lighting up the ground. The camera passes through a steel black gate, which creaks as it opens, and enters a graveyard. A shovel is heard from somewhere in the graveyard. The camera passes by tombstones until it reaches a hole, about six feet deep with a man shoveling dirt out of it.*
{{::::}}Ah, you made it. Just in time.[/color][/b]
*The man looks up at the camera and reveals that sinister black mask and the peircing blue eyes that FCW saw earlier.*{{::Behemoth::}}Suffering in the Sands....my debut match will take place at this upcoming PPV against this Ace Dante person. I don't know much about this person, seeing as how he's obviously not done much here in FCW.[/color][/b]
*Behemoth throws the shovel out of the hole, and leans agains the side of the hole.*{{::Behemoth::}}What I do know, is that Ace Dante isn't even worth my time! I could destroy this motherloveer with one hand, hell, probaly not even using my hands. But, since I am a newcomer, a rookie, I guess you could call me, I will take this match with gratitude. All it means to me is an easy first win, at a PPV also! I'm going to make Ace Dante wish he would've never started wrestling, make him wish that he would've kept that childhood dream locked up inside his head. Because, after our match, Ace will not want to EVER step in the ring with me again. [/color][/b]
*Behemoth laughs manaically*{{::Behemoth::}}5'11''....190 lbs.....hah! I thought I was actually going to have a challenging opponent for my debut match, instead some random jobber is thrown at my feet. Whenever I say that i'm "The Monster," do you think that I say that just for promotional purposes Ace? No, I say it because i'm a true loveing monster. I will make you beg for mercy before I leave you lying in a pool of your own blood, and then carried out on a stretcher...if you're lucky. The idea is simple enough Ace, on July 21st, Suffering In The Sands, the night where champions are crowned, and men can either make or break their career, I will break you and your wrestling career! You will not leave the arena the same way you came in. You can throw all your fancy loveing fairy moves at me all you want, it won't stop the inevitable demise of you, only prolong it.[/b][/color]
*Behemoth stops talking for a few moments, looking up at the sky and surveying the deserted graveyard. Something rustles the bushes behind him, but he pays no attention to it.*{{::Behemoth::}}Ace, six more days until Death comes knocking on your door. I hope you're prepared to face something that you've never faced in your pathetic excuse for a life. I will use you to show everyone why i'm called "The Monster" in this business. I feed of seeing people like you, who call themselves wrestlers, lying in the middle of the ring, screaming for mercy, only to beat them within an inch of their life. One time, Ace, I went to far. A jobber wanted to talk Meat and challenge me to a match, saying I wasn't Meat to him. I had this kid drinking his own blood in our match, he tried giving up, but I just wouldn't let him out of his misery. I kept hitting him and hitting him, the blood pouring out of him like a river...it gave me so much joy to see him suffer like that. But, all of the sudden....[/b][/color]
*Behemoth throws the shovel at a nearby tombstone in anger, cracking the tombstone.*{{::Behemoth::}}NO! That is a story for a different time. Simply, Ace, July 21st I will take you to hell and back, and whenever the dust clears...I will come out of that match victorious. I will bury you and your career.....[/color][/b]
*Behemoth steps out of the grave, picks up the shovel, and walks away from view. The camera walks around the grave, and stops in front of the tombstone behind the hole. The tombstone reads...*Ace Dante"Rest In Peices, Motherloveer."[/b][/i][/size][/u]
*The camera zooms out of the tombstone and pans up to the sky, showing no clouds, only the pale full moon glaring down at the earth. Wolves are heard howling in the distance and crows cackle. The screen fades out of this morbid scene.*[/center][/b][/i]
[glow=red,2,300]------The Interview------[/glow]
*The scene opens up to Dave Saturn running through the halls, his footsteps echoing off the walls. A door opens and Dave runs into it, Extreme Machine steps out from the room.*
{{::Dave Saturn::}}
Ehm, sorry sorry!
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*Dave runs by Extreme Machine and continues searching the halls. He finally spots Behemoth talking to some random FCW worker and runs up to him.*{{::Behemoth::}}--and be quick about it![/color][/b]
{{::Dave Saturn::}}[/color]
*Breathing heavily* Behemoth.....can you...answer...a few...questions?[/b]
{{::Behemoth::}}Sure...once your fatass gets some breath.[/color][/b]
*Dave gives a quick unnoticable glare to Behemoth, then takes a deep breath.*{{::Dave Saturn::}}Right. So first question. After hearing the comments Ace Dante made in reply to you, do you have anything to say to him?[/color][/b]
{{::Behemoth::}}Ah yes, Ace Dante. I'm surprised that son of a pregnant dog even showed his pathetic face in the ring, let alone make fun of me. [/color][/b]
*Behemoth laughs*{{::Behemoth::}}But, I find it funny that he has this false sense of heroism inside his head. He thinks he's going to walk into the arena on July 21st and actually compete with me? There will be no competition, only domination. Ace Dante can talk all he wants about myself, my family, or whoever else. Talk means nothing whenever we step inside that ring and it's just him and myself staring each other down. See how much that big brain of yours helps whenever you step in the ring with a psyhco Ace. You think your pretty boy face is going to matter once your inside the ring with a monster? Hell, your face isn't going to look the same after our match Ace. I'll make Sploosh sure of that. You talk of how much smarter you are than me, but i've yet to think of a reason how that is going to give you any chance whatsoever in beating me. It just doesn't add up Ace. But please, keep taunting me and saying all your bullMeat, I find it quite amusing actually. But come the 21st, i'm going to make you eat those words. So keep them soft and sweet.[/color][/b]
{{::Dave Saturn::}}Another question, mainly just for my own curiosity. Why do you wear that mask?[/color][/b]
*Dave Saturn reaches up to touch the mask but quickly has his hand smacked down by Behemoth's fist.*{{::Behemoth::}}Don't ever touch my mask you worthless peice of Meat! This is my first and last warning to you Dave. If you ever touch my motherloveing mask again, I will make sure you won't ever use that loveing hand again.[/color][/b]
*Dave Saturn, nursing his hand, looks at Behemoth again, trying to hide the fear.*{{::Dave Saturn::}}O..o..ok. I'm sorry. Next question. Following your debut, what do you think you'll be doing here in FCW?[/color][/b]
{{::Behemoth::}}Well, that all depends on how my debut goes. But, since that pretty boy doesn't stand a chance against me, i'm going to already count the 21st as my first win. But i'm not sure Dave. I can't tell how the future is going to play out for me. Who knows, I may be put into a title shot, I might not. I might make some alliances, I might make some enemies. You never know, but i've been getting a few calls on some future alliances being made. So we'll see how that plays out.[/color][/b]
{{::Dave Saturn::}}And what would those future alliances be?[/color][/b]
{{::Behemoth::}}Dave dave....now if I told you that then it would be a surprise now would it? I wouldn't want to ruin the surprise to these white trash hicks you guys call fans.[/color][/b]
*The crowd is heard booing from inside the arena.*{{::Behemoth::}}Here that? They don't even respect the talent that stands in front of them. But do I care about their opinion? Hell no. I don't need to impress them, they'll see why they're wrong come Suffering In The Sands whenever I leave their pretty boy lying battered and broken in the middle of that ring. He won't be so pretty after i'm done with him.[/color][/b]
{{::Dave Saturn::}}Now, you talk about how thingyy Ace Dante is, but the way you talk you sound pretty thingyy yourself.[/color][/b]
{{::Behemoth::}}You see Dave, the difference between me being thingyy, and that skinny peice of Meat being thingyy, is that I can actually back it up. I know my potential inside the ring, I know what I can do to people once I step through those ropes and hear the bell ring. There's no way that Ace is going to be able to beat me, nothing he can throw at me from his magical bag of tricks, or whatever the love he has, will phase me. Like I said before, I will bury Ace Dante's wrestling career in this match, I will make sure he never wants to step in the ring with me again.[/b][/color]
{{::Dave Saturn::}}What do you think of Dave's threats for you
"Not leaving the ring in once peice"?[/color][/b]
{{::Behemoth::}}Dave, you should now by now that I don't even listen to anything that trailer trash says to me, or about me. I'm not going to leave the ring in one peice? Hah! The only way that that fairy is going to take me out is if he brings in the whole Why me? locker room to help him. But, in all seriousness, i've stated my business about Ace, I don't see him as a threat, just an easy win for me for my debut match. He's a joke to me Dave, but, since he wants to make this Meat personal, I'll make sure to leave him questioning his decision on joining this federation. Only the toughest survive here Ace, so pack up your bags. [/color][/b]
{{::Dave Saturn::}}Thanks for your time Behemoth, and good luck on your match at Suffering In The Sands. [/color][/b]
{{::Behemoth::}}Haha, luck? Go ahead and give that luck to Ace, he'll need it.[/b][/color]
{{::Dave Saturn::}}Right..[/color][/b]
*Dave Saturn walks away, leaving Behemoth standing in the hallway. He turns around and walks down the hallway, turning the corner to walk down a flight of black steel steps and continuing down another dimly lit hallway until he reaches a door labeled "BEHEMOTH" on it. He opens the door and walks inside, the camera following him. The camera pans around the room, showing random wrestling posters, a black leather couch, and a television. He sits down on the couch and begins watching a replay of Ace Dante standing in the ring, talking.*{{::Behemoth::}}Hah, talk all you want. But just wait until Suffering In The Sands whenever I shut you up for good. If you knew what was best for you you wouldn't even show up for the PPV. I mean, who's going to blame you? You're a chump about to go up against somebody who's easily twice your size, and could snap you like a twig. A psychotic monster who could snap at any moment during the match and rip you to shreds....now wouldn't that be a shame? Get injured during your debut match.....I would hate for that to happen Ace. But i'm not making any promises...[/color][/b]
*The camera zoomz in on Ace Dante talking on the screen.*{{::Behemoth::}}Haha, I love your childish threats too. They really amuse me Ace. I guess Greg Anthony really wasn't showing any mercy for you whenever he paired you up against me, guess he just wanted a quick match for some laughs. Well, whatever the reasons were, I thank him for the easy debut match.[/color][/b]
*The camera zooms out and sees Behemoth getting up from the couch, and walking towards the camera.*{{::Behemoth::}}What are you still doing here?! I thought you left with that incompetent fool Dave Saturn! Get the hell out of here![/color][/b]
*Behemoth pushes the camera outside, then slams the door in front of it. The lights in the hallway flicker as the camera fades to black going to a commercial about Suffering In The Sands....*[/center][/b][/i]
[glow=red,2,300]-----Paying A Visit--------[/glow]
*The scene opens up in front of a house, all the lights out in it. The night silence broken by a few late night skateboarders wreaking havoc in the neighborhood. A trash can is heard being knocked over by sleepless alley cats. The camera moves closer towards the house, passing by the white picket fence and stepping over some toy cars scattered across the yard. It moves around the house, past the pool where the water stays calm and floaties sit motionless in it, and stops at a window. A dark figure stands in front of the window, staring into it. The camera moves closer to the man. The man turns his head and a black leather mask emerges from behind the long curly hair.*
{{::Behemoth::}}They're beautiful Ace.....your family seems so peaceful. The kids, sound asleep. Dreaming about that special place where nothing can happen to them, where anything can come true for them. Your wife, lying there, most likely dreaming of you. Dreaming of how her husband is going to beat up the "scary monster." But, you see Ace, that's the thing about dreams...they aren't real. They're figments of your imaginantion, things that you want to come true, things that make you happy. That's why they won't be so peaceful, so happy, whenever they see their "big, strong," daddy on tv, lying there in the ring wearing a crimson mask on his debut night in Fusion Championship Wrestling. Oh how embarrassed they're going to be whenever their dad comes home, limping to bed, the laughing stock of the whole business.[/color][/b]
*Behemoth stares through the window, touching the glass gently.*{{::Behemoth::}}Your wife...very good choice Ace, she's very beautiful. But, i'm still confused on one little thing...how come she's more muscular than you are? Your're supposed to be the athlete right? The "alpha male"? Looks like she's the dominant one in the relationship. And why is she still with you anyways? Pity, I assume. No matter, after Suffering In The Sand, she'll realize that she's been married to a woman all this time! How she didn't notice it before amazes me...[/color][/b]
*Behemoth brings his hand away from the glass, and begins to walk around to the other side of the house. He steps on a Tonka truck that was left laying in the yard, leaving it crushed into a tiny peice of plastic. He makes his way to the other side of the house, trudging through random assortment of flowers, he laughs as they break off and land in the grass. He arrives at another window.*{{::Behemoth::}}
Here they are...the little Dantes. Your son and daughter look just like you Ace, I can definatly see the resemblance. That, not being a compliment to them of course. Your son, Jason. What a role model you must be to him. I wish I could see the look on his face whenever he sees his Superman tossed around like a ragdoll on the 21st. Priceless. How his hopes of one day being like you, all of the sudden not seeming to great. Oh how you will inspire him to do great things, Ace. Good job dad. [/color][/b][/i]
*Behemoth gives a silent laugh.*{{::Behemoth::}}Emily. The big sister. I wonder how her peers will treat her at school? Once everyone tunes in for the Pay-Per View and watches her dad get beaten up. The humilation and ridiculing she'll receiving about her father. But that's beside what i'm trying to get at....[/color][/b]
*Behemoth takes a deep breath and steps away from the window. He walks up to the camera and stares straight into it.*{{::Behemoth::}}You say you've gone up against the best before? Trust me Ace, you've never faced anyone like me. A person that won't just go for the pin whenever the opportunity presents itself. one that goes out there, plays for the crowd a bit, and then finishes the job. This isn't just a game for me, I don't go out there just for the paycheck at the end of the night, I don't say this Meat to "build up hype" for my matches, I say these threats as a fair warning to my competitors, which would be you in this situation, so you don't walk into our match oblivious to the pain and suffering that you will experience. And the torment that will haunt your dreams forever. I'll push you to your limits, and just when you think you can't go any farther, i'll push you even farther Ace.[/color][/b]
*Behemoth spots a cat rubbing up against his leg. He reaches down and pets it for a second, then kicks it violently into the nearby fence. He laughs as it runs away in fear.*{{::Behemoth::}}
Your attempts at taunting me and making a mockery of me is quite sad. You think anyone finds your childish, street corner clown act humorous? Hate to burst your little fairy tale bubble, but this isn't like to movies little boy. The good guy isn't going to win this time. He isn't going to walk out of the ring, everyone's hero, at the end of this story. No...he is going to get destroyed, and the villian will walk away victorious. You can show all these pointless pictures, and get a few cheap laughs out of these imbeciles that sit on their fatasses and idolize thingy, babyfaced bums like you and kiss their ass all day long. But that still doesn't change the fact that at Suffering In The Sands, i'm going to tear you limb for limb inside that ring. And these fans that all chant your name after hearing you make fun of me, night after night, and loathe mine, all know the truth. They all know that i'm going to win on Monday. That thought is in the back of all their minds, whether they want to admit it or not.....just like you Ace. You know you can't possibly beat me. You know you're just risking your health and your dignity going out there. So why even try? To prove that your a man to these fans? The wrestlers backstage? Your family? Or, hell, maybe it's yourself Ace....[/color][/b][/i]
*Behemoth looks up into the dark night sky, smelling the cold air.*{{::Behemoth::}}Answer this one question for me. Do you truly believe that you can walk out of that ring succesfully on Monday? You had better think real hard on that question Ace, think real hard before you walk down that ramp at Suffering In The Sands with that same smug look on your face. Because even behind that confident smirk, I can see the fear residing within you. I can see that you're intimidated by me, which you should be.... [/color][/b][/i]
*Behemoth takes one last look into the window and then walks away from it, the injured cat runs back by him and runs out into the street. Behemoth kicks aside the toys that are laying in the yard, opens the gate to the picket fence, and starts walking down the road, quietly qhistling an eerie tune. The tune echoes throughout the neighborhood, riding on the quiet night breeze. As Behemoth walks out of view, the camera pans up into the sky and zooms in on the pale ominous moon before fading to black...*[/center][/b][/i]