Post by cyborg878 on Mar 24, 2020 19:22:53 GMT -5
The scene opens up in Toronto, Canada in the Rogers Centre. The arena is empty, with only a few staff going about their business. The building is set up for a concert a night away. Walking among the chairs where the audience will sit are two men. The first, Jaime Cortez, holds a camera and avidly documents the other man Damon Warrens' every move. The Nitemare looks around the arena as if imagining what the building may have looked like before, memories flooding back to him.
Damon: You know... Jaime this place is very special to me.. do you know why?
Jaime: I know you grew up in the area.... is that it?
Damon: Well although you aren't incorrect in your statement... that's not why. See this very arena is where the last ever Premium Championship Wrestling show took place.. just this past November.
Jaime: It was like a Reunion show right?
Damon: Correct Jaime. That night was the last chapter in a long, depressing period of time in my life.
Jaime: You've never really gone into depth with me about PCW... why is that?
Damon: Well my love.. PCW was a place where I began to find myself...and then found myself torn to shreds. I was a young up and comer trying to carve out my place in this business. I found myself with a more experienced mentor. He soon became my friend... but when I found myself questioning some dastardly behaviours... he turned on me. Not only that he turned the company on me. I wouldn't stay down long though Jaime.. you know me.. I'm a stubborn son of a bitch. I came back with a vengeance. I came back with back up. See PCW nearly one decade ago is where I met a man by the name of Smith Jones. Smith, myself, and one other found each other to be the truth speakers... the flag bearers.... the revolutionaries that PCW refused to admit that it needed. We promised not to just bring in a new era.. we promised THE New Era.
Jaime looks surprised for a moment.
Jaime: I forgot that the New Era existed before Cardinal City Pro...
Damon: It did Jaime. And when it did Smith Jones was one of the few people who without question stood by my side and fought the good fight. When the rest of the company was telling me that I wasn't good enough and that I wasn't World Champion material... Smitty was one of the only people who assured me that I could prove the world wrong. He has always been one of my only true allies and dare I sound weak by saying publicly.. one of my closest friends. PCW was a place that laid the groundwork of our friendship that nearly ten years later would become two-thirds of the Architects. And now that friendship faces an interesting test. Smith Jones versus Damon Warrens with the most valuable prize on the line... and although I've won world championships in the past this one... it means so much more. I'm not just facing a solid hand in the ring... I'm facing arguably one of greatest to ever lace up a pair of boots... and I'm facing one of the only people to ever tell me I would prove the world wrong.. that I would hold a world championship. Unfortunately the only outcome I can allow at the risk of our friendship... is to prove him right.
Damon walks with his partner by his side towards the approximate center of the stadium floor.
Damon: I stood right about here Jaime. This is where I overcame the last ghost haunting me. This is where I ended the torment of a man who told me I'd never amount to anything beyond the occasional Hardcore title. In this spot I stood victorious in front of a crowd of people who never supported me even though deep down they always knew I was the voice they needed to ensure the truth would always reach their ears. This was the victory that allowed me to move forward in my career... to come to Architects Pro Wrestling... to once again face the wrestling world with my head held high. This was where I regained my confidence and found the will to be the Nitemare again.
Jaime: So I understand that this is an incredibly important place in your career's history, but why come here now? What does this have to do with your match against Smith?
Damon: Well Jaime... I think I needed a reminder of everything I've overcome.. and the people who stood by my side as I did it. Like I said Smitty is one of my ride or dies... and this arena.. this is where we closed the final chapter on our doubters together. This where we reminded the world what the New Era was always capable of. Now I have my inspiration. Seeing this arena again I feel reinvigorated and refocused on my goal. In this arena I proved my doubters wrong. I proved my own self doubt wrong. At Battlecade I simply just have to do the same again. Before that though... I have one last thing to do...
The scene fades out as Jaime leans lovingly against Damon's shoulders, the two men imagining the possible upcoming triumph.
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The scene fades in revealing a beautiful blue sky over sprawling green grass filled with life. Unfortunately this description clashes in a melancholy manner with the various white and grey headstones neatly spaced along the healthy plant life. A white stone pathway breaks off into several paths leading to the resting places of endless memories. On one of these paths walks two men holding hands somberly journeying towards heartbreak that will never quite heal. The man on the left is appropriately in head to toe black, the only colour being from his fair blonde hair. His piercing blue eyes show the struggle of a man holding back emotions. On his right his tanned partner shows a hint of vibrancy, a soft pink dress shirt under a black jacket. His face reads a tale of compassion and pure empathy.
The two continue down the stone road for several minutes in silence. Eventually they reach their apparent destination as the men stop in their tracks. Before them is a beautiful pond, the serene waters being disturbed by two fountains raining down water in elegant arches. The pool is surround by lush trees and bushes with pops of bright pink and purple flowers accenting the green. A small rim of white stone adorned with silver placards reading the names of those long gone surround the garden. A white stone pathway circles around and on the outskirts of it stand several rectangular marble monuments each bearing the names of a dozen or so loved ones cremated and housed within the stone. Damon and Jaime walk around this path, passing several monuments, until the reach one nearly opposite of the entrance to the pond-side cemetery. Damon leads Jaime over to two names in particular: Lois and Scott Wilson.
Damon: Well here we are... mom and dad.
Jaime: ... can I ask... how.. and when ?
Damon: I was twenty years old. My mom had a lot of health issues her whole life and they eventually caught up to her... catastrophic organ failure... my father died not long after. As cliched as it may sound I think it was a broken heart.
Jaime: Doesn't sound cliched at all... I can imagine it would be terrible to try to move on after losing the love of your life..
Damon nods in melancholy silence the only sound being a breeze rustling a few branches nearby. He crouches down to get closer to his parents' placard, placing one hand on it. Without a sound a single tear begins to roll down Damon's face. Jaime is at first startled with the completely unrecognizable sight before him. Damon's partner crouches down beside him and warps his arms around the Canadian who begins shaking as more tears join the first. For minutes they stay like this as a rollercoaster of emotions drives through Damon's mind.
Damon: They missed out on so much...
Jaime: Talk about what they missed Damon.
Damon: Jaime.. they never met Nat-
Jaime: Don't tell me love,.. tell them.
Damon: You know I don't believe in the afterlife or anything like that.
Jaime: I know sweetheart, but it might help you grieve for all the time they missed.
Damon: Okay.. I'll try. ... Mom... Dad... it's Damon. I know I never visit you.. I'm never in Toronto anymore and to be honest it's hard to convince myself to come. I just wanted to tell you both how my life has been.. so much has happened since you.. well... anyways. I met an amazing man. His name is Nathan Warrens.. we met through wrestling actually. We got married years ago, still going strong. We have a son now.. your grandson. We adopted this amazing kid, his name is Christian. He tried wrestling, but wasn't his thing too much. I can already imagine you both scolding me for allowing your grandson to wrestle...my bad.
Damon chuckles softly as those very thoughts come to mind.
Damon: He's an artist though. Does a lot of drawing and painting, want's to get into tattooing. He's trying to convince me to let him use me as a canvas... I'm closing to giving in.. Besides that well I did what I told you I could.. I've been really successful in wrestling. Won a bunch of championships over the years... I even ended up in a Hall of Fame. I've had some rough times... but thankfully I've had a few really great people helping me along the way. One of them is this perfect guy, his name is Jaime... he was the guy who gave me the strength to come see you guys today and .. I think I love him.
Jaime blushes tremendously and now he too has his cheek stained with tears. He squeezes Damon tighter and kisses him lightly on the temple.
Damon: He's going to be cheering me on soon for a big match. I know you guys never really understood the wrestling thing, but thank you for always supporting my dream. Essentially my match.. it's for a world championship and I'm battling one of my best friends. It's a big deal. I'll come show you the championship when I win it!..
Damon wipes away his tears and slowly stands up, a faint smile on his face.
Damon: Well mom.. dad.. I've gotta go. Have to get ready for my match. I'll come visit soon. And I promise I'll make you proud.
The scene dissipates as the two stand up and walk slowly away from the pond and Damon's parents.
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The video feed switches on revealing the interior of a stunning penthouse apartment. The walls are a pure snow white, the furniture all matching with white leather. Recreations of famous artwork decorate the walls with such works as "The Scream" originally by Edvard Munch and "The Face of War" by Salvador Dali. Beyond the disturbing paintings a deep red accents the stark white with luxurious red silk curtains and meticulously picked floral arrangements. The floors are a dark chocolate stained wood. As the camera pans around the home it falls upon Damon Warrens seated regally upon a throne like white seat. He is dressed to the nines in a top to bottom red Versace suit. He waits in silence for a moment to allow the viewers to take in the ambiance.
Damon: Architects Pro Wrestling... this week has been a plethora of emotions for me. I am here preparing for the fight of my life. When I came to Alpha Pro I touted my accolades. I also made a bold prediction, that I would find myself in the main event frequently. That was a prediction that came true. I have entered the main event almost every week and barring one minor exception have walked out of my matches with my arm raised high. I have proven myself to be reliably perseverant and successful. I am simply one of the best there is to have ever laced up a pair of boots, and certainly one of the three greatest talents to ever grace an APW ring. The other two of course being my fellow Architects. And that is why my main event at Battlecade is of the utmost importance.
Damon reaches over to a side table upon which are pictures of the Architects various victories. He picks up one displaying Smith Jones and himself celebrating one of their wins in the APW Tag Team Championship Tournament and looks at it fondly.
Damon: Architects Pro Wrestling... that's what this is all about isn't it? When the three most dominant forces in APW aligned to create one unstoppable entity of change we ensured the fans that soon we would reshape this company in our own image. Since that declaration we built the foundation, we put up the frames and supports, we followed our blueprints to a t. Battlecade represents the finishing touches to our immaculate Phase One plan. We have solid ownership over the main event. An All Architects Main Event! How thrilling is that? Do you know what that means for APW? For the first time ever Smith Jones will be defending his championship against an opponent that is actually in his league. It means that you are going to see one of the most thrilling, technically sound matches you will ever see. You will get to see the ultimate clash, the so called unstoppable force versus the immovable object, a Wrestling God versus the Devil Himself. There is one other thing you will be seeing for the first time..
Damon gently places the picture back on the side table. When he looks back at the camera a strange sight occurs, there is no malice in his face. Not an ounce of negativity. The Nitemare has an absence of his trademark sadism.
Damon: For the first time ever you will see me fight someone I actually have respect for. By now you must all be accustomed to seeing me shoot these promos and viciously tearing apart my opponents. Typically you hear me verbally dissect any vulnerability, any darkness in their past, and sign of weakness upon which I can prey. Today you will see none of that. Smith Jones beyond being one of the most awe-inspiring people I have ever watched in the ring, beyond being my friend, Smith Jones is an inspiration. This is a man who when the rest of a company was sabotaging my every effort, tearing my psyche... he sacrificed his own place of prominence to stand by my side in unity against mediocrity and injustice. Smith Jones is one of the only people who has stayed as my friend and ally. For almost a decade the two of us have separately been fighting the same fight to redefine wrestling, but the whole time distantly shouted messages of support and pride to the other. That being said...
The Nitemare's voice now becomes serious. There is still no hint of anger or mal-intent, solely firm honesty.
Damon: I won't be holding back just because he is my friend. At the end of the day ally or not I still intend to force him to part with his gold. Smith may be a technical wizard, but there is something that he lacks walking into this match: ruthlessness. He has stated that I am the Devil on his shoulder convincing him to be more violent, to bend more rules, to take things a little further over the line. At Battlecade that Devil is no longer on his shoulder. That voice telling him that it's okay to do whatever you need to get the job done... it's silent. That voice, that Devil is standing across from him. I may be no technical wizard, but what I am is much more dangerous. Smith Jones brought me to this company and unleashed an unfaltering trail of violence. He opened the door for me to reign over a kingdom with a bloody fist. And now the very man who made this all possible finds me knock at the door of his throne room challenging him for his crown.
From his suit pocket Damon produces a photograph. The photo displays a brunette Damon standing next to two men, one of which is a younger Smith Jones.
Damon: We started this journey almost ten years ago dear friend. Anticipation building to see if the great #HEEL Smith Jones would ever dance with the Devil Himself. Now your day comes. Finally the greatest match that never happened comes to realization. For you this is the greatest match you will ever have; this will be the best showcase of how resilient you can be. For me this is the crossroad my life has been leading to for what feels like an eternity. If I walk out with nothing to show, but the respect of the fans I prove every doubter that has ever detracted from my talent that they were correct and that I just am not world championship material. However if I can overcome the greatest challenge to ever stand before me I find myself being rewarded with the spoils of war... the crown I've always told myself I was worthy of. Although there are in fact numerous options... I can allow only one outcome Smith. I have to dethrone you. I have to prove the world wrong. I have to prove what you said many years ago to be right.
Jaime walks on camera and places an ornate black crown of thorns on Damon's head.
Damon: Long live the Nitemare King. May the Devil Himself have mercy on you.
With that the scene fades.
Damon: You know... Jaime this place is very special to me.. do you know why?
Jaime: I know you grew up in the area.... is that it?
Damon: Well although you aren't incorrect in your statement... that's not why. See this very arena is where the last ever Premium Championship Wrestling show took place.. just this past November.
Jaime: It was like a Reunion show right?
Damon: Correct Jaime. That night was the last chapter in a long, depressing period of time in my life.
Jaime: You've never really gone into depth with me about PCW... why is that?
Damon: Well my love.. PCW was a place where I began to find myself...and then found myself torn to shreds. I was a young up and comer trying to carve out my place in this business. I found myself with a more experienced mentor. He soon became my friend... but when I found myself questioning some dastardly behaviours... he turned on me. Not only that he turned the company on me. I wouldn't stay down long though Jaime.. you know me.. I'm a stubborn son of a bitch. I came back with a vengeance. I came back with back up. See PCW nearly one decade ago is where I met a man by the name of Smith Jones. Smith, myself, and one other found each other to be the truth speakers... the flag bearers.... the revolutionaries that PCW refused to admit that it needed. We promised not to just bring in a new era.. we promised THE New Era.
Jaime looks surprised for a moment.
Jaime: I forgot that the New Era existed before Cardinal City Pro...
Damon: It did Jaime. And when it did Smith Jones was one of the few people who without question stood by my side and fought the good fight. When the rest of the company was telling me that I wasn't good enough and that I wasn't World Champion material... Smitty was one of the only people who assured me that I could prove the world wrong. He has always been one of my only true allies and dare I sound weak by saying publicly.. one of my closest friends. PCW was a place that laid the groundwork of our friendship that nearly ten years later would become two-thirds of the Architects. And now that friendship faces an interesting test. Smith Jones versus Damon Warrens with the most valuable prize on the line... and although I've won world championships in the past this one... it means so much more. I'm not just facing a solid hand in the ring... I'm facing arguably one of greatest to ever lace up a pair of boots... and I'm facing one of the only people to ever tell me I would prove the world wrong.. that I would hold a world championship. Unfortunately the only outcome I can allow at the risk of our friendship... is to prove him right.
Damon walks with his partner by his side towards the approximate center of the stadium floor.
Damon: I stood right about here Jaime. This is where I overcame the last ghost haunting me. This is where I ended the torment of a man who told me I'd never amount to anything beyond the occasional Hardcore title. In this spot I stood victorious in front of a crowd of people who never supported me even though deep down they always knew I was the voice they needed to ensure the truth would always reach their ears. This was the victory that allowed me to move forward in my career... to come to Architects Pro Wrestling... to once again face the wrestling world with my head held high. This was where I regained my confidence and found the will to be the Nitemare again.
Jaime: So I understand that this is an incredibly important place in your career's history, but why come here now? What does this have to do with your match against Smith?
Damon: Well Jaime... I think I needed a reminder of everything I've overcome.. and the people who stood by my side as I did it. Like I said Smitty is one of my ride or dies... and this arena.. this is where we closed the final chapter on our doubters together. This where we reminded the world what the New Era was always capable of. Now I have my inspiration. Seeing this arena again I feel reinvigorated and refocused on my goal. In this arena I proved my doubters wrong. I proved my own self doubt wrong. At Battlecade I simply just have to do the same again. Before that though... I have one last thing to do...
The scene fades out as Jaime leans lovingly against Damon's shoulders, the two men imagining the possible upcoming triumph.
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The scene fades in revealing a beautiful blue sky over sprawling green grass filled with life. Unfortunately this description clashes in a melancholy manner with the various white and grey headstones neatly spaced along the healthy plant life. A white stone pathway breaks off into several paths leading to the resting places of endless memories. On one of these paths walks two men holding hands somberly journeying towards heartbreak that will never quite heal. The man on the left is appropriately in head to toe black, the only colour being from his fair blonde hair. His piercing blue eyes show the struggle of a man holding back emotions. On his right his tanned partner shows a hint of vibrancy, a soft pink dress shirt under a black jacket. His face reads a tale of compassion and pure empathy.
The two continue down the stone road for several minutes in silence. Eventually they reach their apparent destination as the men stop in their tracks. Before them is a beautiful pond, the serene waters being disturbed by two fountains raining down water in elegant arches. The pool is surround by lush trees and bushes with pops of bright pink and purple flowers accenting the green. A small rim of white stone adorned with silver placards reading the names of those long gone surround the garden. A white stone pathway circles around and on the outskirts of it stand several rectangular marble monuments each bearing the names of a dozen or so loved ones cremated and housed within the stone. Damon and Jaime walk around this path, passing several monuments, until the reach one nearly opposite of the entrance to the pond-side cemetery. Damon leads Jaime over to two names in particular: Lois and Scott Wilson.
Damon: Well here we are... mom and dad.
Jaime: ... can I ask... how.. and when ?
Damon: I was twenty years old. My mom had a lot of health issues her whole life and they eventually caught up to her... catastrophic organ failure... my father died not long after. As cliched as it may sound I think it was a broken heart.
Jaime: Doesn't sound cliched at all... I can imagine it would be terrible to try to move on after losing the love of your life..
Damon nods in melancholy silence the only sound being a breeze rustling a few branches nearby. He crouches down to get closer to his parents' placard, placing one hand on it. Without a sound a single tear begins to roll down Damon's face. Jaime is at first startled with the completely unrecognizable sight before him. Damon's partner crouches down beside him and warps his arms around the Canadian who begins shaking as more tears join the first. For minutes they stay like this as a rollercoaster of emotions drives through Damon's mind.
Damon: They missed out on so much...
Jaime: Talk about what they missed Damon.
Damon: Jaime.. they never met Nat-
Jaime: Don't tell me love,.. tell them.
Damon: You know I don't believe in the afterlife or anything like that.
Jaime: I know sweetheart, but it might help you grieve for all the time they missed.
Damon: Okay.. I'll try. ... Mom... Dad... it's Damon. I know I never visit you.. I'm never in Toronto anymore and to be honest it's hard to convince myself to come. I just wanted to tell you both how my life has been.. so much has happened since you.. well... anyways. I met an amazing man. His name is Nathan Warrens.. we met through wrestling actually. We got married years ago, still going strong. We have a son now.. your grandson. We adopted this amazing kid, his name is Christian. He tried wrestling, but wasn't his thing too much. I can already imagine you both scolding me for allowing your grandson to wrestle...my bad.
Damon chuckles softly as those very thoughts come to mind.
Damon: He's an artist though. Does a lot of drawing and painting, want's to get into tattooing. He's trying to convince me to let him use me as a canvas... I'm closing to giving in.. Besides that well I did what I told you I could.. I've been really successful in wrestling. Won a bunch of championships over the years... I even ended up in a Hall of Fame. I've had some rough times... but thankfully I've had a few really great people helping me along the way. One of them is this perfect guy, his name is Jaime... he was the guy who gave me the strength to come see you guys today and .. I think I love him.
Jaime blushes tremendously and now he too has his cheek stained with tears. He squeezes Damon tighter and kisses him lightly on the temple.
Damon: He's going to be cheering me on soon for a big match. I know you guys never really understood the wrestling thing, but thank you for always supporting my dream. Essentially my match.. it's for a world championship and I'm battling one of my best friends. It's a big deal. I'll come show you the championship when I win it!..
Damon wipes away his tears and slowly stands up, a faint smile on his face.
Damon: Well mom.. dad.. I've gotta go. Have to get ready for my match. I'll come visit soon. And I promise I'll make you proud.
The scene dissipates as the two stand up and walk slowly away from the pond and Damon's parents.
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The video feed switches on revealing the interior of a stunning penthouse apartment. The walls are a pure snow white, the furniture all matching with white leather. Recreations of famous artwork decorate the walls with such works as "The Scream" originally by Edvard Munch and "The Face of War" by Salvador Dali. Beyond the disturbing paintings a deep red accents the stark white with luxurious red silk curtains and meticulously picked floral arrangements. The floors are a dark chocolate stained wood. As the camera pans around the home it falls upon Damon Warrens seated regally upon a throne like white seat. He is dressed to the nines in a top to bottom red Versace suit. He waits in silence for a moment to allow the viewers to take in the ambiance.
Damon: Architects Pro Wrestling... this week has been a plethora of emotions for me. I am here preparing for the fight of my life. When I came to Alpha Pro I touted my accolades. I also made a bold prediction, that I would find myself in the main event frequently. That was a prediction that came true. I have entered the main event almost every week and barring one minor exception have walked out of my matches with my arm raised high. I have proven myself to be reliably perseverant and successful. I am simply one of the best there is to have ever laced up a pair of boots, and certainly one of the three greatest talents to ever grace an APW ring. The other two of course being my fellow Architects. And that is why my main event at Battlecade is of the utmost importance.
Damon reaches over to a side table upon which are pictures of the Architects various victories. He picks up one displaying Smith Jones and himself celebrating one of their wins in the APW Tag Team Championship Tournament and looks at it fondly.
Damon: Architects Pro Wrestling... that's what this is all about isn't it? When the three most dominant forces in APW aligned to create one unstoppable entity of change we ensured the fans that soon we would reshape this company in our own image. Since that declaration we built the foundation, we put up the frames and supports, we followed our blueprints to a t. Battlecade represents the finishing touches to our immaculate Phase One plan. We have solid ownership over the main event. An All Architects Main Event! How thrilling is that? Do you know what that means for APW? For the first time ever Smith Jones will be defending his championship against an opponent that is actually in his league. It means that you are going to see one of the most thrilling, technically sound matches you will ever see. You will get to see the ultimate clash, the so called unstoppable force versus the immovable object, a Wrestling God versus the Devil Himself. There is one other thing you will be seeing for the first time..
Damon gently places the picture back on the side table. When he looks back at the camera a strange sight occurs, there is no malice in his face. Not an ounce of negativity. The Nitemare has an absence of his trademark sadism.
Damon: For the first time ever you will see me fight someone I actually have respect for. By now you must all be accustomed to seeing me shoot these promos and viciously tearing apart my opponents. Typically you hear me verbally dissect any vulnerability, any darkness in their past, and sign of weakness upon which I can prey. Today you will see none of that. Smith Jones beyond being one of the most awe-inspiring people I have ever watched in the ring, beyond being my friend, Smith Jones is an inspiration. This is a man who when the rest of a company was sabotaging my every effort, tearing my psyche... he sacrificed his own place of prominence to stand by my side in unity against mediocrity and injustice. Smith Jones is one of the only people who has stayed as my friend and ally. For almost a decade the two of us have separately been fighting the same fight to redefine wrestling, but the whole time distantly shouted messages of support and pride to the other. That being said...
The Nitemare's voice now becomes serious. There is still no hint of anger or mal-intent, solely firm honesty.
Damon: I won't be holding back just because he is my friend. At the end of the day ally or not I still intend to force him to part with his gold. Smith may be a technical wizard, but there is something that he lacks walking into this match: ruthlessness. He has stated that I am the Devil on his shoulder convincing him to be more violent, to bend more rules, to take things a little further over the line. At Battlecade that Devil is no longer on his shoulder. That voice telling him that it's okay to do whatever you need to get the job done... it's silent. That voice, that Devil is standing across from him. I may be no technical wizard, but what I am is much more dangerous. Smith Jones brought me to this company and unleashed an unfaltering trail of violence. He opened the door for me to reign over a kingdom with a bloody fist. And now the very man who made this all possible finds me knock at the door of his throne room challenging him for his crown.
From his suit pocket Damon produces a photograph. The photo displays a brunette Damon standing next to two men, one of which is a younger Smith Jones.
Damon: We started this journey almost ten years ago dear friend. Anticipation building to see if the great #HEEL Smith Jones would ever dance with the Devil Himself. Now your day comes. Finally the greatest match that never happened comes to realization. For you this is the greatest match you will ever have; this will be the best showcase of how resilient you can be. For me this is the crossroad my life has been leading to for what feels like an eternity. If I walk out with nothing to show, but the respect of the fans I prove every doubter that has ever detracted from my talent that they were correct and that I just am not world championship material. However if I can overcome the greatest challenge to ever stand before me I find myself being rewarded with the spoils of war... the crown I've always told myself I was worthy of. Although there are in fact numerous options... I can allow only one outcome Smith. I have to dethrone you. I have to prove the world wrong. I have to prove what you said many years ago to be right.
Jaime walks on camera and places an ornate black crown of thorns on Damon's head.
Damon: Long live the Nitemare King. May the Devil Himself have mercy on you.
With that the scene fades.
