Post by cyborg878 on Nov 2, 2020 17:34:23 GMT -5
October 31st, Hallowe'en, happened to be Damon Warrens favourite day of the entire year. Better than Christmas, leagues beyond birthdays or New Years. This was a day where trickery was normal, where evil was celebrated, where anyone could be anything they wanted. One of the few days of the year where Damon was visible cheery. The raven haired man walked around his California home with decorations in hand.
Damon: Jaime! How's the kitchen coming along? We don't have much time left!
Jaime: What are you talking about? You told everyone to come at 9.... it's 5.
Damon: Yes, however socially distanced Trick or Treaters will probably start showing up at 6 and in this neighbourhood they usually keep coming until 9. So unless you're planning on finishing the decorating by yourself while I give out candy...
Jaime: Well no I want to see all the costumes!
Damon: Well then we better hurry the fuck up! We still don't even have costumes on!
Damon proceeded to walk around his house doing a mental check of what was done and what needed work. The living room was finished already in a Stranger Things theme with lights and letters across the wall and a stand up demogorgon prop in the corner. Damon moved to the front hallway where tombstones reading the names of famous horror movie characters like Laurie Strode lined the walls. The main floor bathroom had a few broken mirrors placed on the walls with bloody hand prints to reference Bloody Mary. The dining room had fake shrimp cocktail hands and black and white striped snake like creatures hung from the ceiling in homage to Beetlejuice. His family room had a large "Welcome to Camp Crystal Lake" sign hanging on the wall. That being one of rooms needing some work.
After doing his mental checklist Damon decided to go check on Jaime in the kitchen. The young Cuban man was finishing hanging up some meat hooks from the ceiling. The Texas Chainsaw Massacre inspired room looks great with various body parts hanging from hooks. Damon then went to check on the food for the party. A tray of candy apples sat at the ready, the liquid candy now cooled and solidified. A batch of donut holes made to look like bloody eyeballs sat next to a red velvet cake in the shape of a dead body. Beyond that bowls of chips and candy filled the rest of the counter space alongside a bunch of Hallowe'en themed glasses for drinks.
Jaime: You know Damon I still find it adorable seeing you go from big, tough, vicious wrestler to cute and cheery the second Hallowe'en gets close.
Damon: I can't help it! It's the greatest day of the year. Not even counting all of the great horror or Hallowe'en movies there's so much fun to be had. Seeing little kids going around in costumes, haunted houses, Halowe'en parties. I've just always loved it. It's always been the one day a year where it didn't matter who you are... you could be whatever you wanted for a day and it was okay.
Jaime: That's really sweet.
Damon: Well sweetness aside we still have to get into costumes before the kids start showing up demanding candy.
Damon and Jaime made their way to their bedroom where Damon had pulled out not bags, but storage containers filled with Hallowe'en costumes and accessories. He removed the lids from the various containers revealing what must have been thousands of dollars worth of Hallowe'en costumes. Ranging from looks as traditional as ghosts to iconic movie characters like Jason Vorhees the bins presented an wealth of options. The two men began to scour through their options.
Jaime: So what are we wearing again?
Damon: Well the front yard is themed after Hell...I thought it would be apropos since I am The Devil Himself....that we dress as a devil and a demon. At least just for trick or treaters. Then... .whatever the Hell you want for the party.
With clarification Jaime grabbed what he felt was the perfect demon costume. With Damon thoroughly distracted trying to find a red velvet suit jacket he was sure he still had Jaime decided to sneak into the bathroom to change. Once he felt confident in his look he opened the door to reveal it to Damon. Once he does his fiancé goes from a millisecond of arousal to an immediate switch to disapproval. Jaime stood in the doorway of the master bathroom wearing latex red booty shorts, a red belt with a latex devil tail, and black leather chest harness with red latex devil wings.
Damon: Jaime! Do you seriously think that's okay to wear when CHILDREN come to our door?
Jaime: Well.... no... I just thought you'd enjoy it.
Damon: Don't get me wrong mi amor I love this. You cannot wear that to give out candy! You'll end up making us deal with angry parents all night! Please for my sake get changed. If you want to wear that to the party absolutely. If you want to wear that AFTER the party I will gladly take it off for you. You need to wear something kid friendly for now.
Jaime: Urghhh fine. You're right. But I'm holding you to that offer for the after party.
Damon shook his head with a nearly invisible smirk. Jaime looked through the costume pieces for a few minutes more and finds some more appropriate pieces to wear for his demon costume. Once he re-emerged he saw Damon in his Devil costume: a red jacket, matching pants, a long devil tail, and some devil horns. Jaime's costume was now closer to Damon's vision: a red shirt, red pants, a devil tail, and a snapback with red devil horns. Just as they finish the doorbell rings.
Jaime: Already!?
Damon: Well let's go! Hurry!
The couple ran downstairs and Damon motioned for Jaime to grab the bowl of candy while he answered the door. Upon Damon opening the door he was greeted by a pint sized Spiderman and an Elsa. He ecstatically gave them both a handful of candy, full sized because he's the best, and sent them on their way. About an hour passed with a stream of superheroes, cartoon characters, ghosts, and the like before Damon opened his door to find a very interesting trio. First was a young boy dressed in a white t-shirt, black leather vest, camo pants, combat boots, and MMA gloves. Beside him stood a similarly aged boy in a baseball cap, a shirt the read "Never Give Up", jean shorts, sneakers and wrist bands. Finally behind those two was another boy in a red jacket, red pants, an "Architects" t-shirt, a white tragedy mask, and a black crown. This child also had a to championship on his shoulder.
Damon: Wow! Jaime come see this! Now who do we have here?
The boy in the vest and camo pants posed with his fists.
Boy 1: I'm Jason Ryan! I hate creative!
Damon: That you do, but I think you meant to say you hate creative.....ity.
The second boy waved his hand in front of his face.
Boy 2: I'm John Blade! Reason why I'm here is because they think I'm not good, but after I win this match I will go fight for the Tag Team Championships until someone come challenges me for them. But if you want some come get some!
Damon: Oh it's as if the real John was here with me right now. And you? Your costume looks very cool if I say so myself.
The third boy pushed through past the other two. He proudly held up his championship.
Boy 3: I'm Damon Warrens and I'm the king of APW!
Damon beamed with pride at the third child.
Damon: That's the best costume I've seen this year. Here let me get you some candy.
Damon grabbed the bowl from Jaime's hands. He first hands a single bar to the John Blade costume out of pity. In fairness John Blade got a lot of pity handouts. He then turned to the child dressed as well...him. He dumped the rest of the bowl into the surprised, but delighted child's bag. He finally looked to "Jason Ryan".
Damon: Oops sorry young man. None left.
Boy 1: But you just gave him all that candy! That's not fair!
Damon: Life's not fair Jason! NONE LEFT!
Tears welled up in the child's eyes and he left alongside his confused John Blade friend and his thoroughly enthused Damon Warrens friend. The real Damon Warrens entered his home and slammed the door behind him. Jaime had his hands on his hips with a raised eyebrow.
Jaime: I thought we weren't going to traumatize the kids.
Damon: That little dumbass was dressed as a bigger dumbass. That's an exception.
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As has yet again become custom in APW the feed for Damon's promo flickers to life. He is seated on a throne outside his home. Around him are various Hallowe'en decorations all in the theme of Hell. He is dressed in a merlot red suit with black ornate embellishments. A devil tail trails from behind him down the throne. From his head sprouts two large black horns. Upon the top of his head sits his black crown of thorns. What is most important about his appearance however is the black and gold APW World Championship resting perfectly on his right shoulder.
Damon: APW I told you that as much as things change so much too stays the same. Again I am your world champion. We are back in the realm of familiarity. Yet again you have a champion to be proud of and a leader to aspire to. The so called saviour of APW Andrew Barnes failed to even save himself, but that's where he and I differ. I HAVE saved APW. I've proven to be everything I claim myself. I'm not just pretending... I'm not... putting on a costume if you will.
At the mention of wearing a costume the camera briefly pans to the nearby sidewalk where children walk by in various Hallowe'en get-ups before returning to focus on Damon.
Damon: You know Hallowe'en is my favourite time of the year. Everyone gets to pretend to be whatever or whoever they want. They can put on a costume and be a hero or a monster for a day. Really it's a lot like our beloved world of professional wrestling. We get to put on our costumes and pretend to be someone even just a little bit different from our every day lives. We can go be the hero we aren't at home. We can go unleash a vicious beast that society says we can't legally be in the real world. It's really just one extended, violent, lucrative Hallowe'en. I mean we all know that I'm really not Satan. The Devil Himself... the Nitemare... they're exaggerated versions of who I am day to day. They are my opportunity to be whoever and whatever I want to be with little consequence. Everyone in APW has their own costume... except for maybe America Jackson who I genuinely believe is just as much of a dimwitted Trump supporter as he shows in APW.
Briefly the words "Fuck Trump!" and "Fuck America?" flash almost subliminally on screen.
Damon: When it comes to my opponents for Metal the concept is no different. John Blade too wears a costume. The "Never Give Up" shirts, the "you want some" it's all just a costume. It's an exaggerated version of John. When John comes to work he puts on his costume of "Impersonator Who Thinks He Can Win a Championship". He goes out to his interviews and does the same promo every week like his costume requires. He marches to the ring and plays the part he needs to: relentless jobber. Does it matter that he has already lost to me? No! Because the costume of John Blade doesn't give up! Even though the entire world knows he's way in over his head. But let me tell you something...
Damon's voice takes a more serious tone.
Damon: When John Blade goes home and takes off the costume... when he becomes just John... he knows. He knows that he does the same tiring song and dance every week. He knows that the only matches he's ever won were against amateurs. He knows just how much of a repetitive laughing stock he's become to the locker room and to the fans. He knows that John the man and John Blade the costume are both just utterly worthless. I will give him credit though... despite all of this he keeps showing up to work. Now whereas John gives us the same mask every week my other opponent is quite the opposite.
As Damon prepares to discuss Jason Ryan he puts his index and middle fingers on his left hand to his temple. Jason Ryan has truly become a headache that won't seem to go away.
Damon: John has faith in the mask he dons every day although that faith in misplaced. Jason Ryan however has no faith in his costume. He has zero consistency in what he brings to this business. Originally we got some sort of douchey generic bad guy Jason. That didn't work for Jason though. So when that didn't pan out Jason became generic bad guy, but with a stable. That only took him so far so we eventually got demon Jason Ryan. Now demon Jason got him into a world championship match and sure it took two tries to win, but he found success....for a few weeks. When Jason realized that demon Jason was just a flash in the pan he tried to find god and turn into some sort of 'redeemed' Jason. Even God couldn't turn things around for Jason, but he was certain he found his key to success... joining a biker gang! The problem was even with that motorcycle he didn't have enough horsepower to get any sort of momentum. He's lost to me twice in as many matches. In fact every match I've had since returning to APW has involved beating Jason Ryan. It's become a hobby at this point.
The Nitemare smirks with content at his continued dominance over his so-called greatest rival.
Damon: So bad guy, demon, good Christian, biker... none of these costumes you put on have truly helped you Jason. No matter how hard you've tried to play dress-up and pretend to be a force of dominance in APW we all have seen through your mask... and your costumes keep falling to pieces in front of us. SO what's next Jason? After all of these failed gimmicks who do we get next? "Fat Chick Thriller" Jason Ryan? "That 70s Guy" Jason Ryan? Oh I know! "Angry Ballroom Dancer" Jason Ryan! Do you know what costume we won't be getting Jason? "APW World Champion" Jason Ryan. See so long as I sit upon this throne.. so long as I wear the mask of the Devil Himself.. you'll never be "APW World Champion" Jason Ryan ever again. You got me once. Kudos. You managed to outwit Satan. Once. It won't happen again.
At this point the smirk has disappeared and Damon's face resembles a mix of cold sternness and disgust.
Damon: Even though you claimed yourself to be a part of APW's Mount Rushmore... you're delusional. Jason you're barely a pebble at the mountain's base. Smith Jones... Lex Collins... Damon Warrens we aren't just the faces of that Mount Rushmore. We were the mountain's Architects. We didn't just exists as the standard here in APW we CREATED that standard and it's a standard that no version of Jason Ryan regardless of which costume he wears... not a single version of you will ever be a part of.
The serious tone in Damon's voice now matches his face as he leans towards the camera.
Damon: Jason... John... look we all wear costumes in this business. We all have our 'gimmicks' if you will. There difference between yours and mine though is drastic. See the Devil Himself isn't just some machine to sell t-shirts. It's not just a 'flavour of the week' for me to try out and hope it works. Yes it is my costume, but it is just an outward expression of what's inside me. And no I'm not claiming some sort of ridiculous demonic possession. There is no 'Devil" inside me. I AM the Devil inside me. I put this costume on not as some flair to preen in front of people. I do this as a warning for people like you two. I want you to be aware that when just Damon leaves the comfort of his home and puts on his mask that he is one of the most sadistic and relentless people you will ever encounter. When it comes to my job, to my livelihood, my reputation... to this title... I will be as vile and devilish as I need to. This is my costume, but you'll find that when I take off my mask the face underneath isn't much different.
Damon rises to his feet and steps methodically towards the camera.
Damon: So John Cen- Blade.. John Blade.... I hope you stay as consistently hopeless as you have. Jason Ryan I hope that whatever costume you put on this week whether that be the Scourge, the Biker, the Bane, the Penguin, Catwoman, Poison Ivy.... I hope you already have your next costume at the ready, because this one won't be enough to overcome the Devil Himself.
The feed goes to static as the promo ends.
Damon: Jaime! How's the kitchen coming along? We don't have much time left!
Jaime: What are you talking about? You told everyone to come at 9.... it's 5.
Damon: Yes, however socially distanced Trick or Treaters will probably start showing up at 6 and in this neighbourhood they usually keep coming until 9. So unless you're planning on finishing the decorating by yourself while I give out candy...
Jaime: Well no I want to see all the costumes!
Damon: Well then we better hurry the fuck up! We still don't even have costumes on!
Damon proceeded to walk around his house doing a mental check of what was done and what needed work. The living room was finished already in a Stranger Things theme with lights and letters across the wall and a stand up demogorgon prop in the corner. Damon moved to the front hallway where tombstones reading the names of famous horror movie characters like Laurie Strode lined the walls. The main floor bathroom had a few broken mirrors placed on the walls with bloody hand prints to reference Bloody Mary. The dining room had fake shrimp cocktail hands and black and white striped snake like creatures hung from the ceiling in homage to Beetlejuice. His family room had a large "Welcome to Camp Crystal Lake" sign hanging on the wall. That being one of rooms needing some work.
After doing his mental checklist Damon decided to go check on Jaime in the kitchen. The young Cuban man was finishing hanging up some meat hooks from the ceiling. The Texas Chainsaw Massacre inspired room looks great with various body parts hanging from hooks. Damon then went to check on the food for the party. A tray of candy apples sat at the ready, the liquid candy now cooled and solidified. A batch of donut holes made to look like bloody eyeballs sat next to a red velvet cake in the shape of a dead body. Beyond that bowls of chips and candy filled the rest of the counter space alongside a bunch of Hallowe'en themed glasses for drinks.
Jaime: You know Damon I still find it adorable seeing you go from big, tough, vicious wrestler to cute and cheery the second Hallowe'en gets close.
Damon: I can't help it! It's the greatest day of the year. Not even counting all of the great horror or Hallowe'en movies there's so much fun to be had. Seeing little kids going around in costumes, haunted houses, Halowe'en parties. I've just always loved it. It's always been the one day a year where it didn't matter who you are... you could be whatever you wanted for a day and it was okay.
Jaime: That's really sweet.
Damon: Well sweetness aside we still have to get into costumes before the kids start showing up demanding candy.
Damon and Jaime made their way to their bedroom where Damon had pulled out not bags, but storage containers filled with Hallowe'en costumes and accessories. He removed the lids from the various containers revealing what must have been thousands of dollars worth of Hallowe'en costumes. Ranging from looks as traditional as ghosts to iconic movie characters like Jason Vorhees the bins presented an wealth of options. The two men began to scour through their options.
Jaime: So what are we wearing again?
Damon: Well the front yard is themed after Hell...I thought it would be apropos since I am The Devil Himself....that we dress as a devil and a demon. At least just for trick or treaters. Then... .whatever the Hell you want for the party.
With clarification Jaime grabbed what he felt was the perfect demon costume. With Damon thoroughly distracted trying to find a red velvet suit jacket he was sure he still had Jaime decided to sneak into the bathroom to change. Once he felt confident in his look he opened the door to reveal it to Damon. Once he does his fiancé goes from a millisecond of arousal to an immediate switch to disapproval. Jaime stood in the doorway of the master bathroom wearing latex red booty shorts, a red belt with a latex devil tail, and black leather chest harness with red latex devil wings.
Damon: Jaime! Do you seriously think that's okay to wear when CHILDREN come to our door?
Jaime: Well.... no... I just thought you'd enjoy it.
Damon: Don't get me wrong mi amor I love this. You cannot wear that to give out candy! You'll end up making us deal with angry parents all night! Please for my sake get changed. If you want to wear that to the party absolutely. If you want to wear that AFTER the party I will gladly take it off for you. You need to wear something kid friendly for now.
Jaime: Urghhh fine. You're right. But I'm holding you to that offer for the after party.
Damon shook his head with a nearly invisible smirk. Jaime looked through the costume pieces for a few minutes more and finds some more appropriate pieces to wear for his demon costume. Once he re-emerged he saw Damon in his Devil costume: a red jacket, matching pants, a long devil tail, and some devil horns. Jaime's costume was now closer to Damon's vision: a red shirt, red pants, a devil tail, and a snapback with red devil horns. Just as they finish the doorbell rings.
Jaime: Already!?
Damon: Well let's go! Hurry!
The couple ran downstairs and Damon motioned for Jaime to grab the bowl of candy while he answered the door. Upon Damon opening the door he was greeted by a pint sized Spiderman and an Elsa. He ecstatically gave them both a handful of candy, full sized because he's the best, and sent them on their way. About an hour passed with a stream of superheroes, cartoon characters, ghosts, and the like before Damon opened his door to find a very interesting trio. First was a young boy dressed in a white t-shirt, black leather vest, camo pants, combat boots, and MMA gloves. Beside him stood a similarly aged boy in a baseball cap, a shirt the read "Never Give Up", jean shorts, sneakers and wrist bands. Finally behind those two was another boy in a red jacket, red pants, an "Architects" t-shirt, a white tragedy mask, and a black crown. This child also had a to championship on his shoulder.
Damon: Wow! Jaime come see this! Now who do we have here?
The boy in the vest and camo pants posed with his fists.
Boy 1: I'm Jason Ryan! I hate creative!
Damon: That you do, but I think you meant to say you hate creative.....ity.
The second boy waved his hand in front of his face.
Boy 2: I'm John Blade! Reason why I'm here is because they think I'm not good, but after I win this match I will go fight for the Tag Team Championships until someone come challenges me for them. But if you want some come get some!
Damon: Oh it's as if the real John was here with me right now. And you? Your costume looks very cool if I say so myself.
The third boy pushed through past the other two. He proudly held up his championship.
Boy 3: I'm Damon Warrens and I'm the king of APW!
Damon beamed with pride at the third child.
Damon: That's the best costume I've seen this year. Here let me get you some candy.
Damon grabbed the bowl from Jaime's hands. He first hands a single bar to the John Blade costume out of pity. In fairness John Blade got a lot of pity handouts. He then turned to the child dressed as well...him. He dumped the rest of the bowl into the surprised, but delighted child's bag. He finally looked to "Jason Ryan".
Damon: Oops sorry young man. None left.
Boy 1: But you just gave him all that candy! That's not fair!
Damon: Life's not fair Jason! NONE LEFT!
Tears welled up in the child's eyes and he left alongside his confused John Blade friend and his thoroughly enthused Damon Warrens friend. The real Damon Warrens entered his home and slammed the door behind him. Jaime had his hands on his hips with a raised eyebrow.
Jaime: I thought we weren't going to traumatize the kids.
Damon: That little dumbass was dressed as a bigger dumbass. That's an exception.
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As has yet again become custom in APW the feed for Damon's promo flickers to life. He is seated on a throne outside his home. Around him are various Hallowe'en decorations all in the theme of Hell. He is dressed in a merlot red suit with black ornate embellishments. A devil tail trails from behind him down the throne. From his head sprouts two large black horns. Upon the top of his head sits his black crown of thorns. What is most important about his appearance however is the black and gold APW World Championship resting perfectly on his right shoulder.
Damon: APW I told you that as much as things change so much too stays the same. Again I am your world champion. We are back in the realm of familiarity. Yet again you have a champion to be proud of and a leader to aspire to. The so called saviour of APW Andrew Barnes failed to even save himself, but that's where he and I differ. I HAVE saved APW. I've proven to be everything I claim myself. I'm not just pretending... I'm not... putting on a costume if you will.
At the mention of wearing a costume the camera briefly pans to the nearby sidewalk where children walk by in various Hallowe'en get-ups before returning to focus on Damon.
Damon: You know Hallowe'en is my favourite time of the year. Everyone gets to pretend to be whatever or whoever they want. They can put on a costume and be a hero or a monster for a day. Really it's a lot like our beloved world of professional wrestling. We get to put on our costumes and pretend to be someone even just a little bit different from our every day lives. We can go be the hero we aren't at home. We can go unleash a vicious beast that society says we can't legally be in the real world. It's really just one extended, violent, lucrative Hallowe'en. I mean we all know that I'm really not Satan. The Devil Himself... the Nitemare... they're exaggerated versions of who I am day to day. They are my opportunity to be whoever and whatever I want to be with little consequence. Everyone in APW has their own costume... except for maybe America Jackson who I genuinely believe is just as much of a dimwitted Trump supporter as he shows in APW.
Briefly the words "Fuck Trump!" and "Fuck America?" flash almost subliminally on screen.
Damon: When it comes to my opponents for Metal the concept is no different. John Blade too wears a costume. The "Never Give Up" shirts, the "you want some" it's all just a costume. It's an exaggerated version of John. When John comes to work he puts on his costume of "Impersonator Who Thinks He Can Win a Championship". He goes out to his interviews and does the same promo every week like his costume requires. He marches to the ring and plays the part he needs to: relentless jobber. Does it matter that he has already lost to me? No! Because the costume of John Blade doesn't give up! Even though the entire world knows he's way in over his head. But let me tell you something...
Damon's voice takes a more serious tone.
Damon: When John Blade goes home and takes off the costume... when he becomes just John... he knows. He knows that he does the same tiring song and dance every week. He knows that the only matches he's ever won were against amateurs. He knows just how much of a repetitive laughing stock he's become to the locker room and to the fans. He knows that John the man and John Blade the costume are both just utterly worthless. I will give him credit though... despite all of this he keeps showing up to work. Now whereas John gives us the same mask every week my other opponent is quite the opposite.
As Damon prepares to discuss Jason Ryan he puts his index and middle fingers on his left hand to his temple. Jason Ryan has truly become a headache that won't seem to go away.
Damon: John has faith in the mask he dons every day although that faith in misplaced. Jason Ryan however has no faith in his costume. He has zero consistency in what he brings to this business. Originally we got some sort of douchey generic bad guy Jason. That didn't work for Jason though. So when that didn't pan out Jason became generic bad guy, but with a stable. That only took him so far so we eventually got demon Jason Ryan. Now demon Jason got him into a world championship match and sure it took two tries to win, but he found success....for a few weeks. When Jason realized that demon Jason was just a flash in the pan he tried to find god and turn into some sort of 'redeemed' Jason. Even God couldn't turn things around for Jason, but he was certain he found his key to success... joining a biker gang! The problem was even with that motorcycle he didn't have enough horsepower to get any sort of momentum. He's lost to me twice in as many matches. In fact every match I've had since returning to APW has involved beating Jason Ryan. It's become a hobby at this point.
The Nitemare smirks with content at his continued dominance over his so-called greatest rival.
Damon: So bad guy, demon, good Christian, biker... none of these costumes you put on have truly helped you Jason. No matter how hard you've tried to play dress-up and pretend to be a force of dominance in APW we all have seen through your mask... and your costumes keep falling to pieces in front of us. SO what's next Jason? After all of these failed gimmicks who do we get next? "Fat Chick Thriller" Jason Ryan? "That 70s Guy" Jason Ryan? Oh I know! "Angry Ballroom Dancer" Jason Ryan! Do you know what costume we won't be getting Jason? "APW World Champion" Jason Ryan. See so long as I sit upon this throne.. so long as I wear the mask of the Devil Himself.. you'll never be "APW World Champion" Jason Ryan ever again. You got me once. Kudos. You managed to outwit Satan. Once. It won't happen again.
At this point the smirk has disappeared and Damon's face resembles a mix of cold sternness and disgust.
Damon: Even though you claimed yourself to be a part of APW's Mount Rushmore... you're delusional. Jason you're barely a pebble at the mountain's base. Smith Jones... Lex Collins... Damon Warrens we aren't just the faces of that Mount Rushmore. We were the mountain's Architects. We didn't just exists as the standard here in APW we CREATED that standard and it's a standard that no version of Jason Ryan regardless of which costume he wears... not a single version of you will ever be a part of.
The serious tone in Damon's voice now matches his face as he leans towards the camera.
Damon: Jason... John... look we all wear costumes in this business. We all have our 'gimmicks' if you will. There difference between yours and mine though is drastic. See the Devil Himself isn't just some machine to sell t-shirts. It's not just a 'flavour of the week' for me to try out and hope it works. Yes it is my costume, but it is just an outward expression of what's inside me. And no I'm not claiming some sort of ridiculous demonic possession. There is no 'Devil" inside me. I AM the Devil inside me. I put this costume on not as some flair to preen in front of people. I do this as a warning for people like you two. I want you to be aware that when just Damon leaves the comfort of his home and puts on his mask that he is one of the most sadistic and relentless people you will ever encounter. When it comes to my job, to my livelihood, my reputation... to this title... I will be as vile and devilish as I need to. This is my costume, but you'll find that when I take off my mask the face underneath isn't much different.
Damon rises to his feet and steps methodically towards the camera.
Damon: So John Cen- Blade.. John Blade.... I hope you stay as consistently hopeless as you have. Jason Ryan I hope that whatever costume you put on this week whether that be the Scourge, the Biker, the Bane, the Penguin, Catwoman, Poison Ivy.... I hope you already have your next costume at the ready, because this one won't be enough to overcome the Devil Himself.
The feed goes to static as the promo ends.
