The lights overcasting the crowd abruptly cut off, as they awaited the next match of the night. However they were about to receive something different. The titantron and PA system jolted to life.
The screen on the titantron was black, however the sound of movement could be heard, and very small glimpses of light flashed on the titantron. It was obvious this promo was shot with a home video recorder. As the cameraman adjusted his view a figured popped in out of frame as the sound quieted and movement slowed. Soon enough it was clear who the figure was standing in front of the camera's lens. None other then the Entity of EEW himself, Johnathan Riker. He was breathing heavily, and staring coldly into the camera as a single light cast a menacing shadow over his mask. The cameraman then began to circle around Riker as his head hung low, but always pointed forward.
"EEW is falling..."
Riker's voice boomed over the PA, as the crowd sat in awe. How could one of EEW's Biggest Stars say something so true and hurtful about the very promotion that made him a household name.
"It's leaders have failed... It's heroes have failed... The very systems and protocols that held this company together have failed... Even I have failed..."
The crowd stayed silent, if the situation Riker spoke was bothering him this bad, it was something the crowd need to pay attention to.
"I feared it would have to come to this..."
Riker paused in lifted his head, as the cameraman continued to circle around him. This time Riker stared into the camera.
"I can no longer break the tide.. I've made the decision to gather my agents of balance. I will no longer allow vermin, and diseases free roam of the Promiseland. Consider it Marshall Law... Nothing will go unpunished, and everything will be justified..."
Suddenly the cameraman stopped circling Riker, halting right behind him. Now with Riker's back to the camera you can see Johnathan's arms shuffling in front of him. Then suddenly he swung his arms down and let the momentum throw his shirt from his back and to the ground, revealing a tapestry of scars and tattoos, lining his arms, and back. Riker began to flex his back muscles, and shift his arms up, down, back and forward, even in a twisting moment. Letting the viewers get as much of the view as possible. At the sight of such scarring, and tattoo had a lot in the crowd gasp in shock and horror. What pain those scars must of caused, and what grotesque, or beautiful meanings could those tattoos have. As Riker lowered his arms with his shoulders, and back still tense. He let out a sigh as he loosened his muscles and turned his head towards the camera, his body soon following to reveal and even more scars and tattoos across Riker's chest and stomach.
"These are my scars..."
Riker said as he slowly swiped his hands up and down his arms, chest, and stomach.
"They are a constant reminder of my failures, I have one for each failure in my life..."
Riker then pointed to a scar near his sternum.
"EEW... My newest edition..."
Riker said as he slowly took a couple steps towards the camera to let the crowd get a better view of his scars and tattoos.
"However my tattoos... They paint a picture... They reveal my accomplishments, my beliefs, even my own personality... In the comings weeks and months I will unleash to the EEW a five new agents... At any given time the balance can be altered, and I will be force to play my hand. And which card a play will be decided by chaos. It's the only true order..."
Riker was stepping ever closer and closer to the camera as he spoke. Until he was mere inches from the lens.
"For those uncertain of the future. I leave you with this..."
Riker stopped and looked up towards the cameraman.
"Are you ready...?"
Then the cameraman replied.
"Yes.."
Though it wasn't clear who's voice it was, it became clear he was a wrestler. As the man placed the camera on the floor and Riker began to attack. His head and shoulders remained out of view of the camera as Riker began to slam his head of the brick walls, and still cages of the boiler room. The man willing took the beating as Riker directed him into the darkness of the room, the sound of physical abused could be heard from the shadows as the promo faded, return the crowd to the scheduled night.
The screen on the titantron was black, however the sound of movement could be heard, and very small glimpses of light flashed on the titantron. It was obvious this promo was shot with a home video recorder. As the cameraman adjusted his view a figured popped in out of frame as the sound quieted and movement slowed. Soon enough it was clear who the figure was standing in front of the camera's lens. None other then the Entity of EEW himself, Johnathan Riker. He was breathing heavily, and staring coldly into the camera as a single light cast a menacing shadow over his mask. The cameraman then began to circle around Riker as his head hung low, but always pointed forward.
"EEW is falling..."
Riker's voice boomed over the PA, as the crowd sat in awe. How could one of EEW's Biggest Stars say something so true and hurtful about the very promotion that made him a household name.
"It's leaders have failed... It's heroes have failed... The very systems and protocols that held this company together have failed... Even I have failed..."
The crowd stayed silent, if the situation Riker spoke was bothering him this bad, it was something the crowd need to pay attention to.
"I feared it would have to come to this..."
Riker paused in lifted his head, as the cameraman continued to circle around him. This time Riker stared into the camera.
"I can no longer break the tide.. I've made the decision to gather my agents of balance. I will no longer allow vermin, and diseases free roam of the Promiseland. Consider it Marshall Law... Nothing will go unpunished, and everything will be justified..."
Suddenly the cameraman stopped circling Riker, halting right behind him. Now with Riker's back to the camera you can see Johnathan's arms shuffling in front of him. Then suddenly he swung his arms down and let the momentum throw his shirt from his back and to the ground, revealing a tapestry of scars and tattoos, lining his arms, and back. Riker began to flex his back muscles, and shift his arms up, down, back and forward, even in a twisting moment. Letting the viewers get as much of the view as possible. At the sight of such scarring, and tattoo had a lot in the crowd gasp in shock and horror. What pain those scars must of caused, and what grotesque, or beautiful meanings could those tattoos have. As Riker lowered his arms with his shoulders, and back still tense. He let out a sigh as he loosened his muscles and turned his head towards the camera, his body soon following to reveal and even more scars and tattoos across Riker's chest and stomach.
"These are my scars..."
Riker said as he slowly swiped his hands up and down his arms, chest, and stomach.
"They are a constant reminder of my failures, I have one for each failure in my life..."
Riker then pointed to a scar near his sternum.
"EEW... My newest edition..."
Riker said as he slowly took a couple steps towards the camera to let the crowd get a better view of his scars and tattoos.
"However my tattoos... They paint a picture... They reveal my accomplishments, my beliefs, even my own personality... In the comings weeks and months I will unleash to the EEW a five new agents... At any given time the balance can be altered, and I will be force to play my hand. And which card a play will be decided by chaos. It's the only true order..."
Riker was stepping ever closer and closer to the camera as he spoke. Until he was mere inches from the lens.
"For those uncertain of the future. I leave you with this..."
Riker stopped and looked up towards the cameraman.
"Are you ready...?"
Then the cameraman replied.
"Yes.."
Though it wasn't clear who's voice it was, it became clear he was a wrestler. As the man placed the camera on the floor and Riker began to attack. His head and shoulders remained out of view of the camera as Riker began to slam his head of the brick walls, and still cages of the boiler room. The man willing took the beating as Riker directed him into the darkness of the room, the sound of physical abused could be heard from the shadows as the promo faded, return the crowd to the scheduled night.
