Post by Brandovirus on Jun 7, 2009 20:33:23 GMT -5
The arena is dark; the place is set up for the upcoming WWE show. The ring is set up, the seats are set, the entrance is made, and the fireworks are in place. It is supposed to be one great show. Most would think that the place is empty. But there is something here. A dark entity moves through the shadows.
The entity’s soul could be felt in the arena. It’s presence would send people running. Evil at it’s purest form. It does not care what it does. It does not care who it hurts. It just keeps on coming. An unstoppable force slowly gaining speed, bringing pain and suffering with it. With each thing it beats, it grows stronger. It’s power becoming a force to reckon with.
The entity is that of a man whose considered nothing but a monster. He may look human, but something doesn’t seem right. His seven foot frame makes people run or put them make them uneasy. His body chiseled to perfection by muscle, from working out constantly. His unbelievable speed catches his victims off guard. Evil at it’s purest perfection. His name is one that most never forget and others want to forget. His name is Brandovirus.
His mind wavers back and forth, thinking of strategy. Ways of defeating those put into his path. Those who think try and test his patience utterly fail. Once they have failed at their miserable attempts to take him out, he thinks of ways to destroy their soul. Hurt them, embarrass them, or make them feel pain that they have never felt before.
His memories flood him as a evil smirk rises upon his face. The pain he’s caused, the people he has hurt, the injuries he’s done, was all worth it. He remembers injuring someone so bad that they retired. The man had deserved it. He was cocky and arrogant and did not respect anybody, but when he went face to face with him in a flaming cage match he had nowhere to run. He was trapped and had to face the demon. He had broken his victims leg, causing him much pain. Then the next night the man was in a wheel chair and gave Brandovirus the one thing that the man never gave to anyone: respect. He laughed at that memory, for he knew the real reason he did that. It was because the man was afraid of him. Afraid of coming back and facing him again, knowing what Brandovirus was capable of.
Brandovirus climbs into the empty ring in the complete darkness, looking around and continues with his thoughts. The memories of defeating so many people over the years. Some were pushovers, others became challenges, but the one thing that was for sure was that if he were defeated by the worthy, the war would be far from over. He would continue to haunt his opponents in their dreams, making them nightmares. Nightmares that feel all too real. And then the victory would be his greatest pleasure.
”That pleasure will happen again,” Brandovirus says out loud, not caring that there is no one in the arena but himself. ”Act two begins this Monday as I rise up from the darkness to wreak havoc upon the WWE again. I was adrift for so long battling my demons, but now we are ok. I shall focus myself on only important things, like beating my opponents. And this Monday I take on Jason Matthews. A man with an addiction all his own. He was addicted to feeling good, and didn’t care what it did to his body or to others. But now after being clean he believes the only way he can feel high again the right way would be after winning a match. But sadly, the addiction of winning will not commence for him this Monday. Darkness shall loom over you once more. The good thoughts slowly fade into sadness and depression. The thought of getting addicted comes back in. That monster from within slowly begins to feed, eating at you on the inside. It begins to speak, telling you it’s ok to do it, doing anything to convince you. And then your hooked once more. And then you’ve lost control yet again.”
“You see, death looms over you yet again Matthews. This time death is not something inside you, making you do the drugs you are accustomed to, but death stands right in front of you. A seven foot monster, capable of doing the unspeakable. Capable of doing things that would make most sick. You are right Matthews, a virus is coming, one that cannot be stopped. And that virus will make your loved ones feel sorry for you and give them unbearable depression. A virus that stays with you for the rest of your life, no matter what the outcome. That virus is addiction, and this Monday, it consumes us all.”
The entity’s soul could be felt in the arena. It’s presence would send people running. Evil at it’s purest form. It does not care what it does. It does not care who it hurts. It just keeps on coming. An unstoppable force slowly gaining speed, bringing pain and suffering with it. With each thing it beats, it grows stronger. It’s power becoming a force to reckon with.
The entity is that of a man whose considered nothing but a monster. He may look human, but something doesn’t seem right. His seven foot frame makes people run or put them make them uneasy. His body chiseled to perfection by muscle, from working out constantly. His unbelievable speed catches his victims off guard. Evil at it’s purest perfection. His name is one that most never forget and others want to forget. His name is Brandovirus.
His mind wavers back and forth, thinking of strategy. Ways of defeating those put into his path. Those who think try and test his patience utterly fail. Once they have failed at their miserable attempts to take him out, he thinks of ways to destroy their soul. Hurt them, embarrass them, or make them feel pain that they have never felt before.
His memories flood him as a evil smirk rises upon his face. The pain he’s caused, the people he has hurt, the injuries he’s done, was all worth it. He remembers injuring someone so bad that they retired. The man had deserved it. He was cocky and arrogant and did not respect anybody, but when he went face to face with him in a flaming cage match he had nowhere to run. He was trapped and had to face the demon. He had broken his victims leg, causing him much pain. Then the next night the man was in a wheel chair and gave Brandovirus the one thing that the man never gave to anyone: respect. He laughed at that memory, for he knew the real reason he did that. It was because the man was afraid of him. Afraid of coming back and facing him again, knowing what Brandovirus was capable of.
Brandovirus climbs into the empty ring in the complete darkness, looking around and continues with his thoughts. The memories of defeating so many people over the years. Some were pushovers, others became challenges, but the one thing that was for sure was that if he were defeated by the worthy, the war would be far from over. He would continue to haunt his opponents in their dreams, making them nightmares. Nightmares that feel all too real. And then the victory would be his greatest pleasure.
”That pleasure will happen again,” Brandovirus says out loud, not caring that there is no one in the arena but himself. ”Act two begins this Monday as I rise up from the darkness to wreak havoc upon the WWE again. I was adrift for so long battling my demons, but now we are ok. I shall focus myself on only important things, like beating my opponents. And this Monday I take on Jason Matthews. A man with an addiction all his own. He was addicted to feeling good, and didn’t care what it did to his body or to others. But now after being clean he believes the only way he can feel high again the right way would be after winning a match. But sadly, the addiction of winning will not commence for him this Monday. Darkness shall loom over you once more. The good thoughts slowly fade into sadness and depression. The thought of getting addicted comes back in. That monster from within slowly begins to feed, eating at you on the inside. It begins to speak, telling you it’s ok to do it, doing anything to convince you. And then your hooked once more. And then you’ve lost control yet again.”
“You see, death looms over you yet again Matthews. This time death is not something inside you, making you do the drugs you are accustomed to, but death stands right in front of you. A seven foot monster, capable of doing the unspeakable. Capable of doing things that would make most sick. You are right Matthews, a virus is coming, one that cannot be stopped. And that virus will make your loved ones feel sorry for you and give them unbearable depression. A virus that stays with you for the rest of your life, no matter what the outcome. That virus is addiction, and this Monday, it consumes us all.”