Post by The Night Terrors on Jun 26, 2013 21:22:10 GMT -5
”Mother is the name for God in the lips and hearts of little children...”
-William Makepeace Thackeray
***The MPW camera slowly fades into the US Cellular Arena, in Milwaukee, WI. Devoid of fans, the arena is quiet as can be, where the sound of a heartbeat could cause an echo. The arena is nearly completely dark, except for the red safety lights running down the aisles of the seating and a solitary spotlight shining down on the MPW ring for this week’s Thursday Night Takedown. While the arena construction for the show has yet to be completed, the ring stands perfect, as though any minute the bell will ring and the show will begin. As the camera moves up, the few lights in the arena begin to lose all purpose, and the shadows creep into frame. By the time the camera stops moving, darkness has taken complete hold of the picture, and the faint sounds of the cameraman fumbling around in the dark is the only thing from showing that the camera is still rolling...***
Cameraman: God damn it, I can’t see anything. Why in the blue hell was I supposed to be up here, it’s not like I can get stock footage or anything...
:[/u] Boo![/color]
Cameraman: What the?!
***The camera starts to shake violently as the cameraman moves the camera towards the unexplained sound. After a few seconds, the cameraman finally finds what he is looking for, the switch to turn on the small camera’s light mounted on top. As he does this, the line shows two figures, clouded in shadows, standing about eight feet in front on the camera on the catwalks...***
Cameraman: Jesus Christ! You guys gave me nearly gave me a heart attack! Who are you, and what are you guys doing up here?
Samuel: We’re right where we’re supposed to be, just as you are. As for who we are, well, that’s a much longer story. In fact, that’s the story you’re here for...
***The talking man steps closer to the light, emerging from the shadows of the arena. Wearing smeared makeup and a black trench coat, the mere imagine of him is enough to cause the cameraman to shudder. The man is Samuel, one half of The Night Terrors. He holds two black folding chairs, one in each hand. Samuel offers the chair in his left hand to the cameraman...***
Samuel: Sit, you’re in for a tale, and I don’t want to have to worry about you interrupting me for a break...
***The cameraman grabs the chair from a stoic Samuel, but the camera never moves, as it is fixated on Samuel and the shadowy figure behind him. After unfolding the chair and finding the right camera angle, the cameraman sits just like Samuel tells him to. Samuel, waiting for the cameraman, unfolds his chair and turns it backwards, facing away from the camera. Samuel sits on the chair, backwards, and stares into the camera, motionless. After a moment, Samuel turns his head halfway to the right, and nods. From the darkness behind Samuel, a giant shaded figure begins to form in the shape of Samuel’s tag team partner, Clay. Clay, wearing a black tee shirt and black jeans, stands about a foot behind Samuel, and crosses his arms in front of his chest. Samuel then looks back into the camera and begins his tale...***
Samuel: Once upon a time, back in 1993, I was a lonely orphan, living in an orphanage crowded to the brim with the unloved children of Detroit. Dozens of children fighting for a space to call their own. And it’s not as though any of us were going to get adopted. Most of us were too old. Who wants to adopt a twelve year old child when there are always babies available to call your own? But while most of the children prayed every night for somebody to take them away from the orphanage,somebody to call mom and dad, I let it be known I didn’t want to be anywhere but there. You see, I never felt that I was the family type. Maybe it’s in my genetics, but I know that I wasn’t the product of love, but lust. A lust in which my mother did not share for my father. I was the product of date rape, born to a father that would never know I existed, and to a mother who could never love the monster growing inside her. While I didn’t know that at the time, I knew that I was never supposed to be here...
I supposed I should be thankful to my mother. I’ve never met her, but she did do me one favor in this lifetime. If this were to happen to most women, that baby would be aborted faster than it takes to order another body shot on a friday night. But my mother, for whatever reason, decided that while she could never love me, I deserved to be here. From what I know now, she never even saw me, as I was taken into custody of the state immediately after my birth. While new prospective parents could never be told how I am to be, I think every single of of them could see something in me. Not something special, but different. Strange. Not worthy of their time when all the normal boys and girls were there to scoop up into their arms. But it’s not as though I was the only one who was left to rot in that hell hole...
Clay: Unlike Samuel, I wasn’t born an orphan. I’m told my mother was a beautiful woman, a light in this world. My father was a proud man, who worked for every penny he had, and tried to live life the “right way”. That was until January 1983. That’s when the world came crumbling down. My birth signaled the end of my mother’s life, as the pregnancy caused a brain clot to hit her brain before I had even finished being delivered. They had to tear my mother’s still warm body apart to save my life. The doctors handed me to my father, making sure he knew that her death brought my life, and he should see the silver lining in the situation. But instead, my father saw me as a curse. I killed my mother, the love of my father’s life. He became a drunk, filled with anger towards a God that would do this to him. All of his rage was directed at me, first through neglect, then through brute force...
One day, my father came home from the bar a little bit early, something that never happened. By then, he stopped working, because the only thing that he felt living for was alcohol. But he could no longer pay for his vice, and nobody would serve him anymore. Yet another thing that was my fault. I had never experienced pain like I did that night. My father broke three of my ribs, arm left arm, my jaw, and fractured my skull. I spent over a month in the hospital recovering from the beating I took, and even worse, my father had fled into Canada, so the police couldn’t even send the bastard to jail. So here I was, a mentally and physically broke down ten year old orphan, never once knowing what it meant for someone to care about me. Worst of all, I believed my hell of an existence boiled down to being my fault. Any man who believes that about his life would be soaked in depression and self loathing. Just imagine how it felt to be ten and know that you would be better off having never been born...
Once I recovered, I was sent off to an orphanage. Being in an overcrowded orphanage isn’t a walk in the park by any means, but being an emotionally broken ten year old in a place filled with bitter children was the worse place I could have been. Even at ten, I was big for my age, but you won’t know it by the way I carried myself. I was constantly picked on by the older boys and girls at the orphanage. They would call me names, make me do things that I didn’t want to, and when I showed any sign of defending myself, they handed me my ass. Part of me was relieved, because it was like home again. But inside, I was dying more with each passing day. One day, I gave up. I couldn’t handle life anymore. I decided that life wasn’t worth living, and I went up to the roof of the orphanage, ready to end it all with my final flight. That is the first time I talked to Samuel...
Samuel: While I kept to myself, I always watched from the shadows. I knew things about that place that would send shivers down your spine, and I saw things that would make your stomach turn. But the first time that I saw Clay, I knew something was different. I knew that he knew a pain no other child in that god forsaken place. And for the first time in my life, I felt something that I have never felt before, or since, with another person. I felt a connection deeper than I ever thought possible. I saw this broken child, hiding in the darkness to stop the pain, and I knew that I had to help him. I knew that if I could help him discover that inside of this little broken boy was a force that could be unleashed, and never again must he feel helplessness. Never again must he feel that the world forgot about him. Never again must he be subjected to the will of those who look to satisfy their own desire to hurt others because they hurt themselves. I had found a brother, and I was going to protect him by any means necessary...
Clay:[/u] Soon after, some of the teenage boys decided that they were sick of some of the rules of the orphanage, and ran away. One by one, they all were brought back within two days. They believed that I had snitched on them, and they were planning on making me pay for it, even though I did nothing wrong. I didn’t care that they were gone, in fact, I prefered it. They took me outside, and the six of them started wailing on me. I blacked out, like I did every time my father put his hands on me. But this time, when I woke up, something was different. Only one of the teenagers remained, and he was flat on his back, head busted open, and standing over him was Samuel. Samuel was just looking down at his hands, which were covered in blood. I gingerly stood up, barely able to stand,and I could see the power in Samuel’s eyes. I could see the hate in his heart, the darkness that had already consumed his soul. When I saw Samuel, I saw something other than human, but instead, a monster who couldn’t be stopped. I saw everything that I ever wanted to be, and I saw it in Samuel...
I never believed in God. I know my mother did, but I’m not sure about my father. I just knew that if God existed, why would he let me be born only to take the life of my mother, and destroy that of my father’s? I never put blind faith into hope, because no matter what I did in life, the only thing I got back from it was more pain. But in Samuel, I finally found myself. Through the pain I found power, and through power, I found meaning. I found, for the first time in my life, a desire to live. Though only two years my senior, I knew Samuel had the knowledge I needed to become the thing I desired to be most in this world. I would follow Samuel to the end of the world and beyond, because he showed me the truth...[/color]
Cameraman: Excuse me, but what could a twelve year old possibly know about life?
Samuel:[/u] I didn’t have you come up here to ask me questions or to interrupt my brother, but to document our tale for the MPW. You interrupt us again, and we will show you pain you couldn’t fathom. Is that clear?[/color]
***The camera moves up and down as though the cameraman is nodding yes to Samuel. After a moment of silence, Samuel takes a deep breath, and continues to speak...***
Samuel:[/u] The fact is, and I learned this at a very early age, is that there is no God. God is a fairy tale told by mothers and fathers to protect children from the nightmares of death. False inspiration I like to call it. History has shown time in and time out that every single civilization falls eventually, and as do their gods. Where is the power of the gods of the Aztecs, the Roman’s, or the Egyptians? Gone, along with the civilizations who once worshiped them. Religion is the biggest lie in the history of man, yet day in and day out, people still pray to a god who can’t hear their prayers. Man needs to believe in something, anything greater than themselves, otherwise, what is the point of life? Why do the right thing in life if there is no consequence to their actions? God is just an idea created to maintain the fear of the “wrong”. And once you realize that, the world opens up in a way that you could never believe...
When I looked down upon Clay, I saw the power building inside of him, waiting to be unleashed on the world. I saw the same darkness buried deep down in Clay that I have long since accepted into my life. I wanted to show him just what he could accomplish if he only looked inside and realized that he wasn’t a boy anymore, nor was he a man. Clay was something else, twisted and formed by the world around him, into a beast that can not be controlled. No God nor man could hold him back if he could find the path to the darkness, and I made it my mission from that moment on to help turn him into what he was supposed to be all along, the monster who thrives in the darkness, that seeks pain in order to give pain. I finally found family, and together, nobody would get in our way...[/color]
Clay:[/u] From that point on, things were different for me. Slowly, I stopped fearing the things I couldn’t understand. I no longer had to watch what I said, nor what I did, because the people around me could see a change in me too. For the first time in my life, I feel a certain pride in myself, a joy I had never experienced. I never knew before then just how good it felt to cause pain. Unlike my father, who caused pain because he was sad and angry, I began to cause pain because I was good at it. I didn’t have to beat a child to get through the day, I fought men of all sizes and ages to feed the darkness within. I craved violence, and I finally understood that my desires are the only thing in this world I had a responsibility to. If I wanted something, I took it. If anybody tried to stop me, I made sure that they would never try again. Samuel felt the same way, but once we became adults, we realized that we live in a world that doesn’t allow you to be who you really are if it goes against the will of the masses...[/color]
Samuel:[/u] For us to cause the type of pain we wished would have been illegal. We would have been crucified by the world we lived in as monsters, and any freedom we desired would be taken away from us. People just aren’t ready to accept that there are those out there different from the rest of society. People look at us and think we’re goths, weird, strange, or crazy. Maybe some of it is true, and some of it is just people trying to label the unknown. But showing others true pain is like a drug. We desire it, we yearn for it, we ache for it, hell, we need it. And there is only one place in this world where we can be ourselves, and that is in the middle of that ring down there...[/color]
***The camera moves back down towards the MPW ring,which is appears to be lit up even brighter because of the darkness in the catwalks. As the camera moves back towards Samuel and Clay, both men have silently moves closer to the camera, eliciting a gasp from the cameraman. He remains silent though, as Samuel continues to speak...***
Samuel:[/u] I never dreamed of being a professional wrestler. I never dreamed of performing in front of an audience. But the first time I saw wrestling live, I knew that this was the place that Clay and I could make our mark. In that ring, between the bells, we are able to become exactly what we are, monsters, without any recourse. We are able show our opponents pain in which they have never before felt and do it without punishment. I can finally show the world how much power lies within the darkness, and that embracing the unknown can give you what it is that you truly desire. And our mission begins Thursday Night, on Takedown, when The Night Terrors step into the MPW ring for the very first time against another set of brothers, Real Steele...[/color]
Clay:[/u] The MPW is in for something they have never seen before. We’re not here claiming to be from Hell, nor are we wanting the praise of the MPW audience. We are here for strictly one reason, to cause pain upon the MPW roster. Everything in our lives have prepared us for this moment. There will be nobody in the MPW that will escape our wrath. Not Johnny Clash, nor World Champion Trey Baxter, and especially not our first victims, Real Steele...[/color]
Samuel:[/u] We have essentially been given a free pass to reveal ourselves to the world that has vilified the few men who have ever been like us. We have hidden in the shadows long enough, and now we are ready to strike. Adam and Matt, you two may not have asked for this match, nor would any sane tag team. But I can tell you, with a hundred percent guarantee, you have never experienced pain like you’ll feel in that ring against us. And as you both lay in the middle of the ring, humiliated by sheer force of The Night Terrors, you’ll know, just like every wrestler of the MPW roster will eventually know, that the power of the darkness consumes all. No man can stop us, because we’re more than man. We’re the monsters that keep children awake at night. We’re that shadow that moves by the corner of your eye that you can’t quite catch. We’re the force which will spread pain like a wildfire through the MPW. Large claims, we know. But after Thursday Night Takedown, you’ll all start to see the truth...
So how about you? What is it that makes you tick? What makes your life worth living?[/color]
Cameraman: Me?
Samuel:[/u] Yes, you. You couldn’t have wanted to be a cameraman when you were a silly child...[/color]
Cameraman: Well, to be honest, I always wanted to be on the other side of the camera. I wanted to star in summer blockbusters. To be the next big action star...
Samuel:[/u] And why aren’t you?[/color]
Cameraman: To be honest, it’s just such a crapshoot. You know how many people want to be an actor? And how many people go out to Hollywood and fail? Thousands every year? More?
Samuel:[/u] So you aren’t what you want to be because of fear of failure? That is such a weak human response. I feel pity for people like you, and all the other members of the MPW fanbase that accept what the world has given them. The only way to get what you want is to accept the fear, and turn it into motivation. Turn it into desire, to drive, to will power. Nobody is going to give you anything, and it’s up to you to take what you want. We want to spread pain throughout the world, to pull the very being of man into the darkness with us. Only those that master their fear can join us on this journey. Do you think you’re ready?[/color]
Cameraman: What are you talking about?
***Samuel looks up at Clay and nods, causing a sadistic grin to spread across the face of Clay. Clay moves quickly past Samuel and towards the cameraman. Clay knocks the camera out of the cameraman’s hands, and it falls to the metal catwalk floor, pointing directly at Samuel as the cameraman starts to scream in terror...***
Cameraman: NO, PLEASE, STOP IT! I DON’T KNOW WHY YOU’RE DOING THIS! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, DON’T DROP ME! I HAVE A FAMILY! SOMEBODY HELP ME!!!
***Samuel stands during the man’s screams, and walks over to the camera. Samuel grabs the camera and turns it toward the cameraman, who is being dangled by one leg over the side of the catwalk by Clay. With each scream filled with terror, Clay laughs to himself, amused by the rantings of this desperate man...***
Clay:[/u] Silly man, weren’t you just listening to my brother and me? God can’t help you, nor hear your desperate pleas for help. God doesn’t exist. You have two choices. Accept the fact that you are hanging over a hundred feet in the air and that this moment is all that matters, or live your final moments in fear. Your choice...[/color]
Cameraman: JUST PUT ME BACK DOWN! I DON’T WANNA DIE. PLEASE, OH GOD PLEASE?!?!?!
Samuel:[/u] Pathetic. Clay, he’s not even worth trying to show the path. He’ll never change, he’ll live in fear and remain a feeble human being for the remainder of his pitiful life. As he draws his final breaths, we’ll scratch and claw for one more minute in this worthless life he has built for himself, just like each and every person we will come across in the MPW. Just like Adam and Matt. Just like our fathers. He’s a lost cause...[/color]
***Clay slowly lifts the cameraman back over the side and onto the metal floor of the catwalk. Tears stream down his face as Clay walks past him back to Samuel. Samuel drops the camera at the cameraman’s feet, who can barely take a breath between sobs. After a moment, the all of the lights in the US Cellular arena shut off simultaneously, and the cameraman lets out a huge gasp. He quickly grabs the camera and uses the it’s light to check his surroundings. The cameraman points the camera towards each side of the catwalk, but Samuel and Clay are gone, faded into the shadows of the catwalk. The cameraman’s sobs immediately grow louder through the dark and silence of the arena as the MPW camera slowly fades to black...............***
-William Makepeace Thackeray
***The MPW camera slowly fades into the US Cellular Arena, in Milwaukee, WI. Devoid of fans, the arena is quiet as can be, where the sound of a heartbeat could cause an echo. The arena is nearly completely dark, except for the red safety lights running down the aisles of the seating and a solitary spotlight shining down on the MPW ring for this week’s Thursday Night Takedown. While the arena construction for the show has yet to be completed, the ring stands perfect, as though any minute the bell will ring and the show will begin. As the camera moves up, the few lights in the arena begin to lose all purpose, and the shadows creep into frame. By the time the camera stops moving, darkness has taken complete hold of the picture, and the faint sounds of the cameraman fumbling around in the dark is the only thing from showing that the camera is still rolling...***
Cameraman: God damn it, I can’t see anything. Why in the blue hell was I supposed to be up here, it’s not like I can get stock footage or anything...
:[/u] Boo![/color]Cameraman: What the?!
***The camera starts to shake violently as the cameraman moves the camera towards the unexplained sound. After a few seconds, the cameraman finally finds what he is looking for, the switch to turn on the small camera’s light mounted on top. As he does this, the line shows two figures, clouded in shadows, standing about eight feet in front on the camera on the catwalks...***
Cameraman: Jesus Christ! You guys gave me nearly gave me a heart attack! Who are you, and what are you guys doing up here?
Samuel: We’re right where we’re supposed to be, just as you are. As for who we are, well, that’s a much longer story. In fact, that’s the story you’re here for...
***The talking man steps closer to the light, emerging from the shadows of the arena. Wearing smeared makeup and a black trench coat, the mere imagine of him is enough to cause the cameraman to shudder. The man is Samuel, one half of The Night Terrors. He holds two black folding chairs, one in each hand. Samuel offers the chair in his left hand to the cameraman...***
Samuel: Sit, you’re in for a tale, and I don’t want to have to worry about you interrupting me for a break...
***The cameraman grabs the chair from a stoic Samuel, but the camera never moves, as it is fixated on Samuel and the shadowy figure behind him. After unfolding the chair and finding the right camera angle, the cameraman sits just like Samuel tells him to. Samuel, waiting for the cameraman, unfolds his chair and turns it backwards, facing away from the camera. Samuel sits on the chair, backwards, and stares into the camera, motionless. After a moment, Samuel turns his head halfway to the right, and nods. From the darkness behind Samuel, a giant shaded figure begins to form in the shape of Samuel’s tag team partner, Clay. Clay, wearing a black tee shirt and black jeans, stands about a foot behind Samuel, and crosses his arms in front of his chest. Samuel then looks back into the camera and begins his tale...***
Samuel: Once upon a time, back in 1993, I was a lonely orphan, living in an orphanage crowded to the brim with the unloved children of Detroit. Dozens of children fighting for a space to call their own. And it’s not as though any of us were going to get adopted. Most of us were too old. Who wants to adopt a twelve year old child when there are always babies available to call your own? But while most of the children prayed every night for somebody to take them away from the orphanage,somebody to call mom and dad, I let it be known I didn’t want to be anywhere but there. You see, I never felt that I was the family type. Maybe it’s in my genetics, but I know that I wasn’t the product of love, but lust. A lust in which my mother did not share for my father. I was the product of date rape, born to a father that would never know I existed, and to a mother who could never love the monster growing inside her. While I didn’t know that at the time, I knew that I was never supposed to be here...
I supposed I should be thankful to my mother. I’ve never met her, but she did do me one favor in this lifetime. If this were to happen to most women, that baby would be aborted faster than it takes to order another body shot on a friday night. But my mother, for whatever reason, decided that while she could never love me, I deserved to be here. From what I know now, she never even saw me, as I was taken into custody of the state immediately after my birth. While new prospective parents could never be told how I am to be, I think every single of of them could see something in me. Not something special, but different. Strange. Not worthy of their time when all the normal boys and girls were there to scoop up into their arms. But it’s not as though I was the only one who was left to rot in that hell hole...
Clay: Unlike Samuel, I wasn’t born an orphan. I’m told my mother was a beautiful woman, a light in this world. My father was a proud man, who worked for every penny he had, and tried to live life the “right way”. That was until January 1983. That’s when the world came crumbling down. My birth signaled the end of my mother’s life, as the pregnancy caused a brain clot to hit her brain before I had even finished being delivered. They had to tear my mother’s still warm body apart to save my life. The doctors handed me to my father, making sure he knew that her death brought my life, and he should see the silver lining in the situation. But instead, my father saw me as a curse. I killed my mother, the love of my father’s life. He became a drunk, filled with anger towards a God that would do this to him. All of his rage was directed at me, first through neglect, then through brute force...
One day, my father came home from the bar a little bit early, something that never happened. By then, he stopped working, because the only thing that he felt living for was alcohol. But he could no longer pay for his vice, and nobody would serve him anymore. Yet another thing that was my fault. I had never experienced pain like I did that night. My father broke three of my ribs, arm left arm, my jaw, and fractured my skull. I spent over a month in the hospital recovering from the beating I took, and even worse, my father had fled into Canada, so the police couldn’t even send the bastard to jail. So here I was, a mentally and physically broke down ten year old orphan, never once knowing what it meant for someone to care about me. Worst of all, I believed my hell of an existence boiled down to being my fault. Any man who believes that about his life would be soaked in depression and self loathing. Just imagine how it felt to be ten and know that you would be better off having never been born...
Once I recovered, I was sent off to an orphanage. Being in an overcrowded orphanage isn’t a walk in the park by any means, but being an emotionally broken ten year old in a place filled with bitter children was the worse place I could have been. Even at ten, I was big for my age, but you won’t know it by the way I carried myself. I was constantly picked on by the older boys and girls at the orphanage. They would call me names, make me do things that I didn’t want to, and when I showed any sign of defending myself, they handed me my ass. Part of me was relieved, because it was like home again. But inside, I was dying more with each passing day. One day, I gave up. I couldn’t handle life anymore. I decided that life wasn’t worth living, and I went up to the roof of the orphanage, ready to end it all with my final flight. That is the first time I talked to Samuel...
Samuel: While I kept to myself, I always watched from the shadows. I knew things about that place that would send shivers down your spine, and I saw things that would make your stomach turn. But the first time that I saw Clay, I knew something was different. I knew that he knew a pain no other child in that god forsaken place. And for the first time in my life, I felt something that I have never felt before, or since, with another person. I felt a connection deeper than I ever thought possible. I saw this broken child, hiding in the darkness to stop the pain, and I knew that I had to help him. I knew that if I could help him discover that inside of this little broken boy was a force that could be unleashed, and never again must he feel helplessness. Never again must he feel that the world forgot about him. Never again must he be subjected to the will of those who look to satisfy their own desire to hurt others because they hurt themselves. I had found a brother, and I was going to protect him by any means necessary...
Clay:[/u] Soon after, some of the teenage boys decided that they were sick of some of the rules of the orphanage, and ran away. One by one, they all were brought back within two days. They believed that I had snitched on them, and they were planning on making me pay for it, even though I did nothing wrong. I didn’t care that they were gone, in fact, I prefered it. They took me outside, and the six of them started wailing on me. I blacked out, like I did every time my father put his hands on me. But this time, when I woke up, something was different. Only one of the teenagers remained, and he was flat on his back, head busted open, and standing over him was Samuel. Samuel was just looking down at his hands, which were covered in blood. I gingerly stood up, barely able to stand,and I could see the power in Samuel’s eyes. I could see the hate in his heart, the darkness that had already consumed his soul. When I saw Samuel, I saw something other than human, but instead, a monster who couldn’t be stopped. I saw everything that I ever wanted to be, and I saw it in Samuel...
I never believed in God. I know my mother did, but I’m not sure about my father. I just knew that if God existed, why would he let me be born only to take the life of my mother, and destroy that of my father’s? I never put blind faith into hope, because no matter what I did in life, the only thing I got back from it was more pain. But in Samuel, I finally found myself. Through the pain I found power, and through power, I found meaning. I found, for the first time in my life, a desire to live. Though only two years my senior, I knew Samuel had the knowledge I needed to become the thing I desired to be most in this world. I would follow Samuel to the end of the world and beyond, because he showed me the truth...[/color]
Cameraman: Excuse me, but what could a twelve year old possibly know about life?
Samuel:[/u] I didn’t have you come up here to ask me questions or to interrupt my brother, but to document our tale for the MPW. You interrupt us again, and we will show you pain you couldn’t fathom. Is that clear?[/color]
***The camera moves up and down as though the cameraman is nodding yes to Samuel. After a moment of silence, Samuel takes a deep breath, and continues to speak...***
Samuel:[/u] The fact is, and I learned this at a very early age, is that there is no God. God is a fairy tale told by mothers and fathers to protect children from the nightmares of death. False inspiration I like to call it. History has shown time in and time out that every single civilization falls eventually, and as do their gods. Where is the power of the gods of the Aztecs, the Roman’s, or the Egyptians? Gone, along with the civilizations who once worshiped them. Religion is the biggest lie in the history of man, yet day in and day out, people still pray to a god who can’t hear their prayers. Man needs to believe in something, anything greater than themselves, otherwise, what is the point of life? Why do the right thing in life if there is no consequence to their actions? God is just an idea created to maintain the fear of the “wrong”. And once you realize that, the world opens up in a way that you could never believe...
When I looked down upon Clay, I saw the power building inside of him, waiting to be unleashed on the world. I saw the same darkness buried deep down in Clay that I have long since accepted into my life. I wanted to show him just what he could accomplish if he only looked inside and realized that he wasn’t a boy anymore, nor was he a man. Clay was something else, twisted and formed by the world around him, into a beast that can not be controlled. No God nor man could hold him back if he could find the path to the darkness, and I made it my mission from that moment on to help turn him into what he was supposed to be all along, the monster who thrives in the darkness, that seeks pain in order to give pain. I finally found family, and together, nobody would get in our way...[/color]
Clay:[/u] From that point on, things were different for me. Slowly, I stopped fearing the things I couldn’t understand. I no longer had to watch what I said, nor what I did, because the people around me could see a change in me too. For the first time in my life, I feel a certain pride in myself, a joy I had never experienced. I never knew before then just how good it felt to cause pain. Unlike my father, who caused pain because he was sad and angry, I began to cause pain because I was good at it. I didn’t have to beat a child to get through the day, I fought men of all sizes and ages to feed the darkness within. I craved violence, and I finally understood that my desires are the only thing in this world I had a responsibility to. If I wanted something, I took it. If anybody tried to stop me, I made sure that they would never try again. Samuel felt the same way, but once we became adults, we realized that we live in a world that doesn’t allow you to be who you really are if it goes against the will of the masses...[/color]
Samuel:[/u] For us to cause the type of pain we wished would have been illegal. We would have been crucified by the world we lived in as monsters, and any freedom we desired would be taken away from us. People just aren’t ready to accept that there are those out there different from the rest of society. People look at us and think we’re goths, weird, strange, or crazy. Maybe some of it is true, and some of it is just people trying to label the unknown. But showing others true pain is like a drug. We desire it, we yearn for it, we ache for it, hell, we need it. And there is only one place in this world where we can be ourselves, and that is in the middle of that ring down there...[/color]
***The camera moves back down towards the MPW ring,which is appears to be lit up even brighter because of the darkness in the catwalks. As the camera moves back towards Samuel and Clay, both men have silently moves closer to the camera, eliciting a gasp from the cameraman. He remains silent though, as Samuel continues to speak...***
Samuel:[/u] I never dreamed of being a professional wrestler. I never dreamed of performing in front of an audience. But the first time I saw wrestling live, I knew that this was the place that Clay and I could make our mark. In that ring, between the bells, we are able to become exactly what we are, monsters, without any recourse. We are able show our opponents pain in which they have never before felt and do it without punishment. I can finally show the world how much power lies within the darkness, and that embracing the unknown can give you what it is that you truly desire. And our mission begins Thursday Night, on Takedown, when The Night Terrors step into the MPW ring for the very first time against another set of brothers, Real Steele...[/color]
Clay:[/u] The MPW is in for something they have never seen before. We’re not here claiming to be from Hell, nor are we wanting the praise of the MPW audience. We are here for strictly one reason, to cause pain upon the MPW roster. Everything in our lives have prepared us for this moment. There will be nobody in the MPW that will escape our wrath. Not Johnny Clash, nor World Champion Trey Baxter, and especially not our first victims, Real Steele...[/color]
Samuel:[/u] We have essentially been given a free pass to reveal ourselves to the world that has vilified the few men who have ever been like us. We have hidden in the shadows long enough, and now we are ready to strike. Adam and Matt, you two may not have asked for this match, nor would any sane tag team. But I can tell you, with a hundred percent guarantee, you have never experienced pain like you’ll feel in that ring against us. And as you both lay in the middle of the ring, humiliated by sheer force of The Night Terrors, you’ll know, just like every wrestler of the MPW roster will eventually know, that the power of the darkness consumes all. No man can stop us, because we’re more than man. We’re the monsters that keep children awake at night. We’re that shadow that moves by the corner of your eye that you can’t quite catch. We’re the force which will spread pain like a wildfire through the MPW. Large claims, we know. But after Thursday Night Takedown, you’ll all start to see the truth...
So how about you? What is it that makes you tick? What makes your life worth living?[/color]
Cameraman: Me?
Samuel:[/u] Yes, you. You couldn’t have wanted to be a cameraman when you were a silly child...[/color]
Cameraman: Well, to be honest, I always wanted to be on the other side of the camera. I wanted to star in summer blockbusters. To be the next big action star...
Samuel:[/u] And why aren’t you?[/color]
Cameraman: To be honest, it’s just such a crapshoot. You know how many people want to be an actor? And how many people go out to Hollywood and fail? Thousands every year? More?
Samuel:[/u] So you aren’t what you want to be because of fear of failure? That is such a weak human response. I feel pity for people like you, and all the other members of the MPW fanbase that accept what the world has given them. The only way to get what you want is to accept the fear, and turn it into motivation. Turn it into desire, to drive, to will power. Nobody is going to give you anything, and it’s up to you to take what you want. We want to spread pain throughout the world, to pull the very being of man into the darkness with us. Only those that master their fear can join us on this journey. Do you think you’re ready?[/color]
Cameraman: What are you talking about?
***Samuel looks up at Clay and nods, causing a sadistic grin to spread across the face of Clay. Clay moves quickly past Samuel and towards the cameraman. Clay knocks the camera out of the cameraman’s hands, and it falls to the metal catwalk floor, pointing directly at Samuel as the cameraman starts to scream in terror...***
Cameraman: NO, PLEASE, STOP IT! I DON’T KNOW WHY YOU’RE DOING THIS! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, DON’T DROP ME! I HAVE A FAMILY! SOMEBODY HELP ME!!!
***Samuel stands during the man’s screams, and walks over to the camera. Samuel grabs the camera and turns it toward the cameraman, who is being dangled by one leg over the side of the catwalk by Clay. With each scream filled with terror, Clay laughs to himself, amused by the rantings of this desperate man...***
Clay:[/u] Silly man, weren’t you just listening to my brother and me? God can’t help you, nor hear your desperate pleas for help. God doesn’t exist. You have two choices. Accept the fact that you are hanging over a hundred feet in the air and that this moment is all that matters, or live your final moments in fear. Your choice...[/color]
Cameraman: JUST PUT ME BACK DOWN! I DON’T WANNA DIE. PLEASE, OH GOD PLEASE?!?!?!
Samuel:[/u] Pathetic. Clay, he’s not even worth trying to show the path. He’ll never change, he’ll live in fear and remain a feeble human being for the remainder of his pitiful life. As he draws his final breaths, we’ll scratch and claw for one more minute in this worthless life he has built for himself, just like each and every person we will come across in the MPW. Just like Adam and Matt. Just like our fathers. He’s a lost cause...[/color]
***Clay slowly lifts the cameraman back over the side and onto the metal floor of the catwalk. Tears stream down his face as Clay walks past him back to Samuel. Samuel drops the camera at the cameraman’s feet, who can barely take a breath between sobs. After a moment, the all of the lights in the US Cellular arena shut off simultaneously, and the cameraman lets out a huge gasp. He quickly grabs the camera and uses the it’s light to check his surroundings. The cameraman points the camera towards each side of the catwalk, but Samuel and Clay are gone, faded into the shadows of the catwalk. The cameraman’s sobs immediately grow louder through the dark and silence of the arena as the MPW camera slowly fades to black...............***
