Promo - Born Again

[Guest Crowe]

Notes: This was originally a completely different promo, one that was to be finished and posted the day after the SJL Wrath show, but due to a certain event (ie. getting too goddamn high!) I didn’t get to. So I decided to change it completely and create a different promo, I don’t think it’s too bad. It's a little odd, but eh. Reply and comment, if you would be so kind.

 

 

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The seats of the Continental Airlines Arena in New Jersey are all empty. The noise of human life is non-existent... the atmosphere, the buzz and the excitement have faded. It is hours after SJL ‘Wrath’ closed its curtains and hours after the Maori Badass walked out of the arena, holding the SJL World Heavyweight Championship belt in his possession. But still, Dante Lucretia and Markus Cirillo, better known as Dante Crane and Crow, remain in the arena. Dante is in the backstage area, trying to clean up the wrecked locker room that the Antichrist Superstar tore apart in his fury. The former champion however, is in the ring... covered in a copious amount of dry blood. The confident, tough and strong fighter that we all knew... has been defeated.

 

Smoke wafts through the air, swiftly rising from the ember of a lit cigarette and blown from Crow’s mouth. The dangers of smoking do not bother him and he takes pleasure in exhaling the poisonous fumes into the air, and even more so when others inhale them. Playing a part in another’s downfall is a rush, no matter how little impact you make, do you not agree?

 

Fresh blood still streams down Markus' face from the wounds in his forehead; the ones that he felt needed no medical attention. It does not bother him though, as he takes pleasure in tasting his own blood... but it's more satisfying when others bleed. Making them cry... making them bleed... making them scream and making them beg... the pure satisfaction. It's gratifying, is it not?

 

Yet, it's nowhere near gratifying as getting the pin, getting the one, two, three on someone. To throw them down on their backs and to hook the leg laterally and then to finally hear that glorious bell. Feeling your arm thrusted into the air in a victorious pose, and holding the belt you've earned and killed yourself keeping. It's a rush...

 

...but how does it feel to be that someone? The someone who is trapped in the downward spiral... the someone who feels the pain, who feels the agony, who screams and begs for mercy. How does it feel to be the poor son of a bitch who gets thrown to the canvas and pinned? How does it feel to lose? Furthermore, how does it feel to lose the championship belt you killed yourself earning... and killed yourself keeping?

 

For Crow, the broken man who lies still on his back in the center of the ring... being this someone is different. The manifestation of emotions almost unknown surge through his mind, and the feeling of hatred rises up once again. But that’s not all, accompanying hatred is melancholy, the desperate depression sifting through out Markus’ blood, causing him to grimace every time it turns a corner. He lost the match... and he dishonoured the death of his best friend, Adam.

 

And would you think that this would send a man down the descent into darkness? Drive him into madness and utter despair? Destroy his very mind and soul...?

 

 

You are mistaken.

 

 

This Hatred.

 

This Misery.

 

This Anger.

 

 

He likes it.

 

 

When blood drips from his wounds.

 

When his body is broken in half.

 

When his head is smashed with a steel chair.

 

 

He revels in it.

 

 

A loss is depressing.

 

A loss is painful.

 

A loss is destructive.

 

 

“But one may lose a battle, but a battle is trivial in regards to a war.”

 

 

Smirking at his own words, The Antichrist Superstar springs back to life and sits up... blood still gushing from his forehead. His eyes glow a shade of orange, a familiar visage, as he looks at his hands in front of him. Protruding fingernails, grown seven millimetres off the tip, seemingly gaze right back at him. Cupping his hands around his face, tears start to stream down from Markus’ eyes... and he starts to laugh. Sitting still, weeping and laughing in the middle of the ring, a minute passes. Stopping his laughter, Crow tenses his fingers... and cries out as he rips down his face with his claws!

 

 

...

 

 

The former champion stands up...

 

“I failed.”

 

...eyes the blood on his hand...

 

“I disgraced Adam.”

 

...sees the flesh on his nails...

 

“I embarrassed myself.”

 

...feels the blood gush...

 

“But this failure has only fortified my aggression.”

 

...tastes the sweet sour drop...

 

“I’ll take away your heart.”

 

...and smiles.

 

“And be born again.”

[Guest hhh6294]

Kick ass promo Bird-boy~!

 

leads a round of applause for Crowe

[Guest Suicide King]

Feel the *angst*

[Guest crusen86]

Here's your comment:

 

End yourself.

[Guest Tyler McClelland]

About damned time someone brought a new angst character in the 'WF!

 

 

Well written, nice job man. I'll give you a few comments personally, but it was well written and gives a nice segway into your new SWF reign.

[Guest Crowe]

I'll give you a few comments personally, but it was well written and gives a nice segway into your new SWF reign.

 

(Y)

 

I was aiming for a SWF introductory promo, so yeah, good to hear it provides a nice segway into my 'new SWF reign'.

 

[Guest TheAntipop]

Your balls smell.

[Guest Aecas]

Very nice promo mate, you always manage to pull out a cracker when you need it.