Post by cyborg878 on May 24, 2020 21:09:18 GMT -5
The scene begins in the front driveway of the home of Damon Warrens. Outside the home a car pulls up with Nathan Warrens in the driver's seat and Damon in the passenger's. The two Warrens men park and exit the vehicle. Damon goes to the rear passenger door and opens it. He leans in and helps Jaime Cortez slowly move out. The young man moves gingerly as he exits the car, stopping every few seconds wincing in pain. Despite the time it takes Damon stands there patient, helping his partner through ever moment of pain. Once out of the vehicle Damon puts himself under Jaime's right arm, making himself a human crutch for Jaime to use as they walk towards the front door. As they get inside Nathan joins Damon in supporting Jaime.
Damon: Okay mi amor. We're going to help you upstairs and I'm going to get you all settled. Are you ready to try this?
Jaime nods without a word. Since Jason's attack he has been silent as if whatever Jason Ryan and his Scourge did to the young man traumatized him into muteness. Damon and Nathan step by step help Jaime up the staircase and down the hallway towards his and Damon's bedroom. Once they red the side of the bed the two Warrens husbands help turn their injured loved one so they can carefully lay him on the bed. As Jaime lands softly on the mattress there is a brief moment of pain from even such a gentle impact, but it is soon replaced with a clear feeling of relief.
Damon: Okay thanks babe. I'm going to get him settled and I'll meet you downstairs. Thanks for helping me get him home.
Nathan smiles at his husband and the two kiss before Nathan heads down to the kitchen to start getting coffee ready for them both. Meanwhile Damon turns to Jaime feeling so much remorse.
Damon: I'm the worst... I couldn't protect you in the park... and now because of me Jason Ryan targeted you.. I don't know what he did to you... but I'm here when you're ready to talk. I won't let anyone hurt you ever again. And I need you to know I am going to kill Jason. I'm going to make him bleed... beg for forgiveness for what he did to you mi dulce angel.
Although silent Jaime looks at Damon, tears in his eyes, and reaches for the Nitemare's hand. He holds on to Damon's hand as if to say he doesn't blame the man.
Damon: Okay I'm getting you ready for some rest mi amor. I'll help you get undressed as carefully as possible and then after I'll need you to try to get some sleep okay?
Jaime nods and Damon reaches to remove the younger man's shirt. He tenderly slides it over Jaime's head doing his best not to cause any discomfort to Cortez. He then peels off his fiancee's pants; an act that would normally lead to seemingly endless eroticism, but for the first time in their relationship instead leads to guilt as Damon sees a tapestry of bruising across Jaime's skin. He puts the clothes in the laundry and pulls the blankets over Jaime before kissing him softly on the forehead. He then places a small button size device within reach of his love.
Damon: I'll be downstairs with Nathan. If you need anything press that button and it will buzz my phone and I'll come help.
Jaime smiles faintly in acknowledgment of Damon's instructions before closing his eyes and resting his head on the pillows. Damon walks to the door and flicks off the lights pausing to look at what may be the first peaceful sight of Jaime he's seen in weeks. He heads down to the breakfast nook where Nathan already has two cups of coffee at the ready. The two sit down and sip in peace.
Damon: I don't know what Jason did to him... but I'm going to end that man's life. I swear on Satan himself.
Nathan: You know normally this would be where I'd tell you that murder isn't the answer, but... I can't fault you for your anger. Jason wanted to get in your head.. and he did just that. He knew the one thing that would eat you up inside. He's evil.
Damon nods knowingly before setting down his cup.
Damon: He is evil... but he has nothing on me.
Nathan: I know sweetheart... so are you still going on the road? I know you have a match Monday.
Damon: I'll be flying out for the show Sunday night and flying home Tuesday morning.. going to do the same sorta thing for Kingdom Come.
Nathan: Soooo you're just going to leave Jaime here alone?
Damon: Well... I was kind of hoping..
Nathan: That I'd stay here with him while you're gone... yeah I figured. And no I don't mind at all. He's family now. And family takes care of family. And at least you know that if Jason tries to pull some bullshit and come after Jaime again while you're at Metal... he'll have one pissed off husband to deal with.
Damon: My thoughts exactly. I know it's been a while since you have been in a ring, but I figured that you could definitely keep him safe. Thank you.. you're-
Nathan: The best? Yes I know. Now you need to get your head in the game. You have your match against Jayson Price this week. I know his isn't Jason Ryan, but this is your moment to send a message that you won't be fucked with. You need to make this roster fear you. So make an example of Price. Give Ryan an preview of what's to come.
Damon: Oh I intend to. Jason Ryan wanted to bring out the Devil in me... well it's time that all Hell breaks loose... and Jayson will pay the Price.
The two men clink mugs in a cheers to that statement as the scene ends.
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The scene fades into a black room with a large metal table in the center which is lit from a hanging light. Several chairs surround the table all of which, but one, are empty. Damon Warrens sits stoically at the head of said table in his hands being a large dossier. He clears his throat and leans forward.
Damon: APW I'm glad you're all here. I have a war to fight very soon... a very personal war. Jason Ryan made the most fatal of errors two weeks ago when he targeted me by victimizing Jaime Cortez. He tried to destroy someone near and dear to me... and while he damaged Jaime.. what was broken can always be mended. I cannot say the same for your precious car... nor your body once I am through. Jason Ryan and his Scourge scoffed at the Devil Himself... called me a pretender. A false devil. They wanted to spit in the face of evil.. to provoke me. To awake what they felt had become dormant. And they did. The Devil Himself has awoken. The sadist that once made the world cower has once again risen to reign pain and retribution upon a world which has wronged him. Jason I hope you understand just what you were hoping for... because it will become your undoing. I will become your end as I have to many before you.
Damon opens the dossier and tosses out several pictures of APW stars past and present. Among these pictures are The Warsaw Pact, Andre Aquarius, Latoya Hixx and John Blade, and Eli Beazley and each of them bares a red slash across their face.
Damon: Many have tried to dance with the devil...and none have been able to keep up. That's where you differ Jason...you don't simply want to dance.. you want war. The thing many don't seem to truly comprehend even in this day and age is that with war comes collateral damage to the uninvolved. That's where Jayson Price unfortunately will find himself this Monday. Jayson... I'm truly sorry for you. You haven't done anything wrong to me...yet that is. You just currently find yourself in the wrong place at the wrong time. Two weeks ago Jason Ryan accomplished something that no one else in APW has yet to do. See others have aggravated me...annoyed me.... Jason truly pissed me the FUCK OFF!
Damon's voice rises and he slams his fist on the table. He takes one final picture out of his dossier before tossing it aside. When he places it front and center for the camera to see it reveals Jayson Price with a red target drawn over the picture.
Damon: So here I am...two weeks later with an unequaled relentless fury raging within me just begging to be unleashed.... but I haven't been able to get my hands on the slimy weasel that is Jason Ryan...so Jayson well you'll have to do. Don't blame me for what happens to you though... blame management. It's all their fault. They marked you as the sacrificial lamb to my slaughter. Your blood is that which they wanted to spill to appease the Devil Himself. I am merely accepting their offering. That being said though... when going to wage battle even against a lamb such as yourself it's quite useful to have more than just your own viewpoint and knowledge to plan. So I hope you don't mind, but I invited some friends to join me for this session. I'll be right back.
Damon stands up from his seat and disappears from the shot. A door can be heard opening off camera and the light from outside the room seeps into the view.
Damon: Ahhh gentlemen! I'm so glad you could make it. here come in, come in... I need your valuable input!
Damon returns to the table carrying two large cardboard standees. The first he places on the left and turns to the camera... it's Smith Jones. The other he 'seats' to his right... Lex Collins. Damon takes his place once again at the end of the table as he looks at his two 'colleagues' with a bright smile.
Damon: Ahhh boys so wonderful to have you here. was starting to think I'd have to go it alone for a moment... but I'm glad to see that you both have my back still in the war I wage in APW. Now in this upcoming training battle I find myself against an unfamiliar opponent and a relative newcomer to APW. I've heard however that you both have done extensive research for me and are ready to report back your findings. So Smitty take it away!
Damon turns to focus on "Smitty" and the camera follows suit turning to face the cutout of the former APW World Champion. Damon nods several times over the next two minutes of pure silence because well... being a cardboard cutout "Smitty" obviously cannot actually speak.
Damon: Wow Smitty... he's really held a lot of championships in WCF... you're right he does seem like a tough guy... wait.... did you say he uses a bicycle knee strike? Wow! What a coincidence! I mean obviously mine is far more effective... I'm the World Champion for a reason of course. I'm simply just more deadly than Price ever could be. You'll learn that this week, because even though you are target practice I intend to use you to send a message to Jason Ryan and all of APW. You simply don't stand a chance Jayson... the Price is Wrong.
Damon grabs the photo of Price from the table. He takes a moment to study it before tearing it in two.
Damon: I am the most vicious being you will ever stand across from in a ring. I am the kind of man who will rend the flesh from your bone. You thought John Rabid was ruthless because he hit you a few times with a nightstick? Child's play. I will make the wounds Rabid left on you with that nightstick seem gentle. You aren't the force you once were Jayson. You aren't the man winning numerous world titles. You aren't the man that could break opponent's necks to win matches.
Damon leans back in his chair.
Damon: I mean maybe it all went downhill for you when the whole Mustache marriage fell to pieces. Maybe it was the loss of all of your money. I mean not even surprise sessions with Dr. Phil could really get you back into that killer you once were. I mean Jayson he tried to get to the root of what was holding you back. Maybe it was the loose cannon anger of yours...that caused you to superkick a fucking doctor. Maybe as he pointed out...your failure lies in your severe substance abuse. Trying to drown all of your sorrows with drugs and booze. Try to wash away to memories of your mother. Maybe if you took away those things then you'd be able to focus. Maybe you could become the killer you once were. Maybe you could have won your only match in APW. See although the two of us have something in common... neither of us have beaten the Man Made Gods in APW.... I won my match on the same night you lost yours. I've been that sort of killer that you haven't been able to channel. I mean... look at all of my victims.
The Nitemare gestures to the array of photos on his war table. Each one being just another who fell at his hands. There is immense pride in Damon's demeanor as he shows off his victim list.
Damon: An underestimated quality of a true killer in this industry though Jayson is perseverance. See actual monsters in this business have this ability to not only overcome the obstacles in their paths...but become more dangerous after any and every failure. You know Jayson you may have been that in WCF... but in your short stint in APW ... in my kingdom.. you've proven yourself to be anything but a monster. You are just like those men and women that you once mocked for "running to AW after not being able to make it in the big leagues". You lost. And what did you do next? Did you come out the next week and make a statement... show that you couldn't be stopped? Did you gain any retribution for your loss? No..... nonono Jayson. You hid. You tucked your tail between your legs and run away because you just couldn't make it in the big leagues.
Damon begins to reminisce about his time in APW.
Damon: In my time here I've suffered three loses...only one of which was I the one who actually lost the match. The first loss to Sixx and Spartan with my good friend Lex beside me... I could have pulled a Price and disappeared for a month... but instead I went on to win a number one contender-ship battle royal instead. Then when I lost alongside Smitty here against the enforcers...well I went and won the World Title a week later. This most recent... a loss to the Man Made Gods...well now I'm going to rectify that blemish on my record by decimating you and then moving on to tearing another Jason to pieces. You're my rebound Jayson. You're going to be used and left behind like a rebound should be. You'll feel like a disgrace after even though realistically...you should already feel that way given the absolute zero worth you've demonstrated in APW.
Damon stands up and pulls "Smitty" and "Lex" to his side, his arms around their shoulders.
Damon: When you last spoke to the world of APW you stood in the house of the Lord. You explained how you felt you had finally rid yourself of the Devil's nectar... but no amount of false prayers to a false God will stop my influence and save you from my punishment. These two men beside me are two gods in their own right... and both of them have been corrupted by the Devil...and soon you will be too. The difference being of course that unlike my comrades at my side... you are not worthy of being my ally. So when you step into my church.. into my place of worship... into my ring.. you will be fighting a losing war against a Devil who will render you so damaged that those vices.. that nectar which you blame on me..will be your only escape. So Jayson I look forward to our Monday Service... I hope that you understand that this isn't personal. You were merely the sheep no one cared for... the one that everyone was fine with being led to the slaughter... you are just a necessary sacrifice in the war between a Devil and a Lesser Demon. On Monday Jayson you will pay the Price for another's misdeeds.
Damon removes his arms from around the cardboard cutouts and puts them in front of his face in a prayer position, but with the middle and ring fingers on both of his hands folded down.
Damon: All hail the Devil Himself Damon Warrens.
Damon: Okay mi amor. We're going to help you upstairs and I'm going to get you all settled. Are you ready to try this?
Jaime nods without a word. Since Jason's attack he has been silent as if whatever Jason Ryan and his Scourge did to the young man traumatized him into muteness. Damon and Nathan step by step help Jaime up the staircase and down the hallway towards his and Damon's bedroom. Once they red the side of the bed the two Warrens husbands help turn their injured loved one so they can carefully lay him on the bed. As Jaime lands softly on the mattress there is a brief moment of pain from even such a gentle impact, but it is soon replaced with a clear feeling of relief.
Damon: Okay thanks babe. I'm going to get him settled and I'll meet you downstairs. Thanks for helping me get him home.
Nathan smiles at his husband and the two kiss before Nathan heads down to the kitchen to start getting coffee ready for them both. Meanwhile Damon turns to Jaime feeling so much remorse.
Damon: I'm the worst... I couldn't protect you in the park... and now because of me Jason Ryan targeted you.. I don't know what he did to you... but I'm here when you're ready to talk. I won't let anyone hurt you ever again. And I need you to know I am going to kill Jason. I'm going to make him bleed... beg for forgiveness for what he did to you mi dulce angel.
Although silent Jaime looks at Damon, tears in his eyes, and reaches for the Nitemare's hand. He holds on to Damon's hand as if to say he doesn't blame the man.
Damon: Okay I'm getting you ready for some rest mi amor. I'll help you get undressed as carefully as possible and then after I'll need you to try to get some sleep okay?
Jaime nods and Damon reaches to remove the younger man's shirt. He tenderly slides it over Jaime's head doing his best not to cause any discomfort to Cortez. He then peels off his fiancee's pants; an act that would normally lead to seemingly endless eroticism, but for the first time in their relationship instead leads to guilt as Damon sees a tapestry of bruising across Jaime's skin. He puts the clothes in the laundry and pulls the blankets over Jaime before kissing him softly on the forehead. He then places a small button size device within reach of his love.
Damon: I'll be downstairs with Nathan. If you need anything press that button and it will buzz my phone and I'll come help.
Jaime smiles faintly in acknowledgment of Damon's instructions before closing his eyes and resting his head on the pillows. Damon walks to the door and flicks off the lights pausing to look at what may be the first peaceful sight of Jaime he's seen in weeks. He heads down to the breakfast nook where Nathan already has two cups of coffee at the ready. The two sit down and sip in peace.
Damon: I don't know what Jason did to him... but I'm going to end that man's life. I swear on Satan himself.
Nathan: You know normally this would be where I'd tell you that murder isn't the answer, but... I can't fault you for your anger. Jason wanted to get in your head.. and he did just that. He knew the one thing that would eat you up inside. He's evil.
Damon nods knowingly before setting down his cup.
Damon: He is evil... but he has nothing on me.
Nathan: I know sweetheart... so are you still going on the road? I know you have a match Monday.
Damon: I'll be flying out for the show Sunday night and flying home Tuesday morning.. going to do the same sorta thing for Kingdom Come.
Nathan: Soooo you're just going to leave Jaime here alone?
Damon: Well... I was kind of hoping..
Nathan: That I'd stay here with him while you're gone... yeah I figured. And no I don't mind at all. He's family now. And family takes care of family. And at least you know that if Jason tries to pull some bullshit and come after Jaime again while you're at Metal... he'll have one pissed off husband to deal with.
Damon: My thoughts exactly. I know it's been a while since you have been in a ring, but I figured that you could definitely keep him safe. Thank you.. you're-
Nathan: The best? Yes I know. Now you need to get your head in the game. You have your match against Jayson Price this week. I know his isn't Jason Ryan, but this is your moment to send a message that you won't be fucked with. You need to make this roster fear you. So make an example of Price. Give Ryan an preview of what's to come.
Damon: Oh I intend to. Jason Ryan wanted to bring out the Devil in me... well it's time that all Hell breaks loose... and Jayson will pay the Price.
The two men clink mugs in a cheers to that statement as the scene ends.
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The scene fades into a black room with a large metal table in the center which is lit from a hanging light. Several chairs surround the table all of which, but one, are empty. Damon Warrens sits stoically at the head of said table in his hands being a large dossier. He clears his throat and leans forward.
Damon: APW I'm glad you're all here. I have a war to fight very soon... a very personal war. Jason Ryan made the most fatal of errors two weeks ago when he targeted me by victimizing Jaime Cortez. He tried to destroy someone near and dear to me... and while he damaged Jaime.. what was broken can always be mended. I cannot say the same for your precious car... nor your body once I am through. Jason Ryan and his Scourge scoffed at the Devil Himself... called me a pretender. A false devil. They wanted to spit in the face of evil.. to provoke me. To awake what they felt had become dormant. And they did. The Devil Himself has awoken. The sadist that once made the world cower has once again risen to reign pain and retribution upon a world which has wronged him. Jason I hope you understand just what you were hoping for... because it will become your undoing. I will become your end as I have to many before you.
Damon opens the dossier and tosses out several pictures of APW stars past and present. Among these pictures are The Warsaw Pact, Andre Aquarius, Latoya Hixx and John Blade, and Eli Beazley and each of them bares a red slash across their face.
Damon: Many have tried to dance with the devil...and none have been able to keep up. That's where you differ Jason...you don't simply want to dance.. you want war. The thing many don't seem to truly comprehend even in this day and age is that with war comes collateral damage to the uninvolved. That's where Jayson Price unfortunately will find himself this Monday. Jayson... I'm truly sorry for you. You haven't done anything wrong to me...yet that is. You just currently find yourself in the wrong place at the wrong time. Two weeks ago Jason Ryan accomplished something that no one else in APW has yet to do. See others have aggravated me...annoyed me.... Jason truly pissed me the FUCK OFF!
Damon's voice rises and he slams his fist on the table. He takes one final picture out of his dossier before tossing it aside. When he places it front and center for the camera to see it reveals Jayson Price with a red target drawn over the picture.
Damon: So here I am...two weeks later with an unequaled relentless fury raging within me just begging to be unleashed.... but I haven't been able to get my hands on the slimy weasel that is Jason Ryan...so Jayson well you'll have to do. Don't blame me for what happens to you though... blame management. It's all their fault. They marked you as the sacrificial lamb to my slaughter. Your blood is that which they wanted to spill to appease the Devil Himself. I am merely accepting their offering. That being said though... when going to wage battle even against a lamb such as yourself it's quite useful to have more than just your own viewpoint and knowledge to plan. So I hope you don't mind, but I invited some friends to join me for this session. I'll be right back.
Damon stands up from his seat and disappears from the shot. A door can be heard opening off camera and the light from outside the room seeps into the view.
Damon: Ahhh gentlemen! I'm so glad you could make it. here come in, come in... I need your valuable input!
Damon returns to the table carrying two large cardboard standees. The first he places on the left and turns to the camera... it's Smith Jones. The other he 'seats' to his right... Lex Collins. Damon takes his place once again at the end of the table as he looks at his two 'colleagues' with a bright smile.
Damon: Ahhh boys so wonderful to have you here. was starting to think I'd have to go it alone for a moment... but I'm glad to see that you both have my back still in the war I wage in APW. Now in this upcoming training battle I find myself against an unfamiliar opponent and a relative newcomer to APW. I've heard however that you both have done extensive research for me and are ready to report back your findings. So Smitty take it away!
Damon turns to focus on "Smitty" and the camera follows suit turning to face the cutout of the former APW World Champion. Damon nods several times over the next two minutes of pure silence because well... being a cardboard cutout "Smitty" obviously cannot actually speak.
Damon: Wow Smitty... he's really held a lot of championships in WCF... you're right he does seem like a tough guy... wait.... did you say he uses a bicycle knee strike? Wow! What a coincidence! I mean obviously mine is far more effective... I'm the World Champion for a reason of course. I'm simply just more deadly than Price ever could be. You'll learn that this week, because even though you are target practice I intend to use you to send a message to Jason Ryan and all of APW. You simply don't stand a chance Jayson... the Price is Wrong.
Damon grabs the photo of Price from the table. He takes a moment to study it before tearing it in two.
Damon: I am the most vicious being you will ever stand across from in a ring. I am the kind of man who will rend the flesh from your bone. You thought John Rabid was ruthless because he hit you a few times with a nightstick? Child's play. I will make the wounds Rabid left on you with that nightstick seem gentle. You aren't the force you once were Jayson. You aren't the man winning numerous world titles. You aren't the man that could break opponent's necks to win matches.
Damon leans back in his chair.
Damon: I mean maybe it all went downhill for you when the whole Mustache marriage fell to pieces. Maybe it was the loss of all of your money. I mean not even surprise sessions with Dr. Phil could really get you back into that killer you once were. I mean Jayson he tried to get to the root of what was holding you back. Maybe it was the loose cannon anger of yours...that caused you to superkick a fucking doctor. Maybe as he pointed out...your failure lies in your severe substance abuse. Trying to drown all of your sorrows with drugs and booze. Try to wash away to memories of your mother. Maybe if you took away those things then you'd be able to focus. Maybe you could become the killer you once were. Maybe you could have won your only match in APW. See although the two of us have something in common... neither of us have beaten the Man Made Gods in APW.... I won my match on the same night you lost yours. I've been that sort of killer that you haven't been able to channel. I mean... look at all of my victims.
The Nitemare gestures to the array of photos on his war table. Each one being just another who fell at his hands. There is immense pride in Damon's demeanor as he shows off his victim list.
Damon: An underestimated quality of a true killer in this industry though Jayson is perseverance. See actual monsters in this business have this ability to not only overcome the obstacles in their paths...but become more dangerous after any and every failure. You know Jayson you may have been that in WCF... but in your short stint in APW ... in my kingdom.. you've proven yourself to be anything but a monster. You are just like those men and women that you once mocked for "running to AW after not being able to make it in the big leagues". You lost. And what did you do next? Did you come out the next week and make a statement... show that you couldn't be stopped? Did you gain any retribution for your loss? No..... nonono Jayson. You hid. You tucked your tail between your legs and run away because you just couldn't make it in the big leagues.
Damon begins to reminisce about his time in APW.
Damon: In my time here I've suffered three loses...only one of which was I the one who actually lost the match. The first loss to Sixx and Spartan with my good friend Lex beside me... I could have pulled a Price and disappeared for a month... but instead I went on to win a number one contender-ship battle royal instead. Then when I lost alongside Smitty here against the enforcers...well I went and won the World Title a week later. This most recent... a loss to the Man Made Gods...well now I'm going to rectify that blemish on my record by decimating you and then moving on to tearing another Jason to pieces. You're my rebound Jayson. You're going to be used and left behind like a rebound should be. You'll feel like a disgrace after even though realistically...you should already feel that way given the absolute zero worth you've demonstrated in APW.
Damon stands up and pulls "Smitty" and "Lex" to his side, his arms around their shoulders.
Damon: When you last spoke to the world of APW you stood in the house of the Lord. You explained how you felt you had finally rid yourself of the Devil's nectar... but no amount of false prayers to a false God will stop my influence and save you from my punishment. These two men beside me are two gods in their own right... and both of them have been corrupted by the Devil...and soon you will be too. The difference being of course that unlike my comrades at my side... you are not worthy of being my ally. So when you step into my church.. into my place of worship... into my ring.. you will be fighting a losing war against a Devil who will render you so damaged that those vices.. that nectar which you blame on me..will be your only escape. So Jayson I look forward to our Monday Service... I hope that you understand that this isn't personal. You were merely the sheep no one cared for... the one that everyone was fine with being led to the slaughter... you are just a necessary sacrifice in the war between a Devil and a Lesser Demon. On Monday Jayson you will pay the Price for another's misdeeds.
Damon removes his arms from around the cardboard cutouts and puts them in front of his face in a prayer position, but with the middle and ring fingers on both of his hands folded down.
Damon: All hail the Devil Himself Damon Warrens.
