PROMO: Monochromatic Stains

[Guest Dace59]

A faint click of a CD system, as the darkened room is lit up by the digital display. The shadowed outline of Dace Night sitting on the bed.

 

There is this face in the still water

I can't remember ever wearing

Like fingerprints on your heart

Reading out the last lines of code

To the untrained eye a secret

I bled away the last of you

 

Sought trust in shapes of combined results

That trickles from a less than solid case

Fought off attacks of resurfaced lust

Burn the gracing grounds

 

What will give in first

The body or the lash

Monochromatic stains

Who will cave in first

The leader or the fake

Monochromatic stains

 

This pile of ashes of a soul

Informant pokes abound

These sickly little fingers

Get away from me

 

Tread not the path of least restraint

Each piece of evidence a lie, a lie

The body, the face all items in place

I don't remember a thing

 

What will give in first

The body or the lash

Monochromatic stains

Who will cave in first

The leader or the fake

Monochromatic stains

 

A sacrifice made to the loss of mind

Folly a man's demise

 

Track now the stains that allow my fall

Sickening, the sight of it all

Never shall I claim my innocence

I just was not there

 

What will give in first

The body or the lash

Monochromatic stains

Who will cave in first

The leader or the fake

Monochromatic stains

 

Who will cave in first

The leader or the fake

Monochromatic stains

 

A cup hurled from across the room smashes a mirror off the wall. Glass raining on the system as it clicks into silence.

 

“What will give in first? Who will give in first? The ring and glass stained with just one colour, just one. The red, red blood of us all.”

Who will be the one that can give it their all, which one of us will claim the secret of victory. The strongest, the fastest, the smartest, the bravest?

Will experience win over knowledge? There others may all have seen the other Window Pain matches, but back when CZW came over to my home country. Guess what?

UK Jr. National Tag Team Titles vs CZW Tag Team Titles, best of three. We got to choose one match, they got another, and the last was just a lucky draw.

And I bet you can all guess who the UK Jr. National Tag champions where, that’s right, me and my old buddy Scott Rage. The matches we had?

CZW picked a Tag Team Ladder match. We picked a Tag Team Submissions match. And the lucky match? Glass Tables Death Match!

The whole thing was a draw, they won, we won, and the last was a draw when all four of us eat crispy cutting glass together.

I know this type of match, I’ve been through it. Can the other guys say that?

There’s a lot of things you can do in this sort of match, but at the end of the day, three people are left eating glass.

Well, we the four of us get in that ring at the MGM Grand in Vegas, and it’s all legal in Vegas… Guess what Spike Jenkins, glass left a lot more than finger prints on my heart!”

 

Walking over to the smashed pieces of the mirror and picks up a jagged shard of glass. Taking it to his arm and slicing a red line down it before crushing it in his hand, smiling.

 

“I’m not afraid of this Spike. Are you?”

 

Flicking the system off the room fades into darkness again.

 

Monochromatic Stains by Dark Tranquillity

[Guest Powerplay]

Nice promage there. The song before the begining would make Outcast weep in pride . Hyping up the match, as well.

 

Jenkittude Fact!

 

Spike IS in fact afraid. The man bawls a girl from minor papercuts, and he breaks down crying at the thought of this match.

[Guest Dace59]

Ohh.. cool.

And you just gave me one sick idea.

Anyway, thanks for input.

[Guest HollywoodSpikeJenkins]

Nice promage there. The song before the begining would make Outcast weep in pride . Hyping up the match, as well.

 

Jenkittude Fact!

 

Spike IS in fact afraid. The man bawls a girl from minor papercuts, and he breaks down crying at the thought of this match.

You said you wouldnt tell anyone!

 

 

*thinks about glass*

 

*cries*