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Post by Sniper on Aug 7, 2024 11:40:10 GMT
[The scene opens in a dimly lit, abandoned warehouse in Brooklyn. The place is filled with old wrestling posters and broken-down equipment. Sniper stands in the center, his figure illuminated by a single overhead light. The walls echo with the distant sounds of the city. He holds a microphone, even though there’s no crowd in sight, as if addressing his opponent directly through a camera. The air is thick with tension.]
Sniper: [His voice is low, dripping with menace as he looks around the warehouse.] This place… this is where it all began. The streets of Brooklyn taught me how to fight, how to survive. This is where I learned to love the pain, to embrace the chaos. And at Sign of Victory, Matt Justice, you’re stepping into my world.
[He walks slowly through the warehouse, his heavy boots echoing off the concrete floor. He stops in front of an old, tattered wrestling ring in the corner.]
Sniper: You think you know what it means to be tough, Justice? You think you can handle me? You have no idea what it’s like to fight for every breath, to claw your way up from the gutter. Out there, in the bright lights and cheers, you play the hero. But here, in the shadows, there are no heroes. Only survivors.
[He turns to face the camera, his eyes cold and unyielding.]
Sniper: You see, Justice, I don’t care about the glory, the fame, or the respect. All I care about is the fight. The thrill of breaking someone, of watching them crumble under my hands. And you, you’re just another victim. Another name on my list.
[The camera pans around the desolate warehouse, capturing the sense of isolation and menace.]
Sniper: Sunday, at Sign of Victory, it’s not just a match. It’s a war. And in a war, there are no rules. No mercy. No escape. You might have the fans, the support, but that won’t save you. Not here. Not against me.
[He steps into the old ring, the ropes creaking under his weight. He stands in the center, staring intensely into the camera.]
Sniper: So, Justice, prepare yourself. Prepare for the pain, the suffering, the darkness. Because when you step into this ring with me, you’re not just facing a wrestler. You’re facing a force of nature. A storm that leaves nothing but destruction in its wake.
[He drops the microphone, the sound echoing through the empty warehouse. He stands there, arms outstretched, as if daring his opponent to come to him.]
Sniper: [His voice rises, filled with anger and determination.] See you in the ring, Justice. Bring everything you’ve got. Because I promise you, it won’t be enough.
[With that, Sniper exits the ring and disappears into the shadows of the warehouse, leaving a palpable sense of dread and anticipation hanging in the air. The camera lingers on the empty ring before fading to black.]
[The camera fades back in, this time focusing on the graffiti-covered walls of the warehouse. The light is dim, casting eerie shadows that dance across the room. Sniper is now seated on a dilapidated metal chair, his expression cold and unfeeling. He begins to speak, his voice echoing through the cavernous space.]
Sniper: You know, Justice, I’ve seen a lot of guys come and go in this business. A lot of faces, a lot of names. They all thought they could make it. They all thought they were tough enough. But in the end, they all fell. They all broke. And you’re going to be no different.
[He leans forward, his eyes narrowing as he addresses the camera more directly.]
Sniper: This isn’t about titles or accolades. It’s not about who can put on the best show. It’s about survival. It’s about who can endure the most pain, who can dig the deepest, who can come out the other side still standing. And Justice, you don’t have what it takes.
[He stands up abruptly, the chair screeching across the concrete floor. He walks over to a dusty, cracked mirror hanging on the wall and stares at his reflection.]
Sniper: You see, when I look in the mirror, I see a fighter. I see someone who’s been through hell and come back stronger. Someone who doesn’t back down, who doesn’t break. Can you say the same, Justice? When you look in the mirror, do you see a hero? Or do you see someone who’s afraid? Afraid of the darkness, afraid of the pain?
[He punches the mirror, shattering it into pieces. The shards fall to the floor, glittering like dark diamonds. Sniper turns back to the camera, his hand bleeding but his expression unchanged.]
Sniper: Pain is my ally. It’s my friend. It makes me stronger, sharper, more dangerous. You? You try to avoid it. You think you can hide from it. But in this ring, there’s no hiding. There’s no escape. There’s only the fight.
[He walks back to the ring, climbing in and standing in the center once more.]
Sniper: This ring, this warehouse, this city… they’re all a part of me. They’ve shaped me, molded me into what I am. A warrior. A destroyer. And at Sign of Victory, Justice, you’re going to feel the full force of that. You’re going to understand what it means to face someone who has nothing to lose and everything to gain.
[The camera zooms in on Sniper’s face, capturing the intensity in his eyes.]
Sniper: You can bring your best, Justice. You can bring your heart, your spirit, your will. But it won’t be enough. Not against me. Not against the Man who doesn’t Miss. Because when the dust settles and the smoke clears, there’s only going to be one man standing. And it’s not going to be you.
[He drops the microphone again, this time more forcefully, the sound reverberating through the empty warehouse. He steps out of the ring and walks toward the exit, his footsteps echoing in the silence.]
[The camera follows Sniper as he walks through the dark, narrow alleys of Brooklyn. The streets are deserted, the only light coming from flickering street lamps. He stops in front of a graffiti-covered wall, turning to face the camera once more.]
Sniper: Brooklyn is my home. It’s where I learned to fight, to survive. And it’s where I’m going to break you, Justice. You can talk about honor, about justice, about doing the right thing. But none of that matters here. None of that matters to me.
[He points to the graffiti on the wall, the vibrant colors a stark contrast to the darkness surrounding him.]
Sniper: This is real. This is raw. This is the world I come from. And it’s the world you’re stepping into tonight. You’re not just facing me, Justice. You’re facing everything that made me who I am. Every fight, every struggle, every moment of pain and desperation. It’s all coming for you.
[He turns away from the wall and continues walking, the camera following close behind.]
Sniper: You think you’re ready for this? You think you can handle what I’m bringing? You’re wrong. Because when you step into that ring with me, you’re stepping into a nightmare. A living, breathing nightmare that won’t end until I say it does.
[He stops in front of a run-down gym, the sign barely legible through the grime and decay. He pushes the door open and walks inside, the camera right behind him.]
Sniper: This is where I train. This is where I hone my skills, where I push myself to the limit and beyond. Every day, I come here and I fight. I fight until I can’t stand, until I can’t breathe. Because I know that out there, in that ring, there’s no room for weakness. There’s no room for doubt.
[He walks over to a heavy punching bag, the leather worn and cracked from years of use. He starts throwing powerful punches, each one echoing through the empty gym.]
Sniper: You think you can beat me, Justice? You think you can break me? You’re wrong. You can’t break what’s already broken. You can’t defeat someone who has nothing left to lose. I am relentless. I am unstoppable. And at Sign of Victory, you’re going to find that out the hard way.
[He stops punching the bag and turns to face the camera, his chest heaving with exertion.]
Sniper: So bring it, Justice. Bring everything you’ve got. Because when that bell rings, and we’re face to face in that ring, there will be no mercy. No hesitation. No escape. There will only be the fight. And in the end, there will only be one man left standing. And it won’t be you.
[The camera captures the intensity in Sniper’s eyes, the determination etched into every line of his face. He turns away from the camera and walks deeper into the gym, disappearing into the shadows as the screen fades to black.]
[The camera fades back in, focusing on a small, dimly lit locker room. Sniper is sitting on a bench, his head bowed, hands clasped together as if in silent prayer. He looks up, his expression cold and unyielding, as if made of stone. He begins to speak, his voice low and filled with menace.]
Sniper: Justice, you have no idea what you’re getting into. You have no idea what it’s like to be me, to live my life, to fight my fights. You think you can step into that world and survive? Brother, I’ve eaten guys like you for breakfast..You couldnt last one week in my world. On these streets, not knowing where your next meal is coming from...But I promise you this son, you’re gonna learn.. Because I am going to teach you about pain at Sign of Victory..This is my RETURN to Extreme Championship Entertainment... And the second run will be far greater than the first... And you, Matt? You’re just the first name on my hit list.
[ Sniper starts laughing as he once again disappears into the shadows, this time for good, as the scene fades to black.]
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Post by "Maverick" Matt Justice on Aug 12, 2024 6:29:17 GMT
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