- Around the middle of the Spring in the Ring pay per view, the crowd had dealt with a series of multiple weather changes. The overall feeling of the pay per view felt like a success due to how many people came out to watch the live wrestlers in action in an outside venue. The people watching at home from the warmth of their own living rooms or bedrooms had also been watching each match loyally. Not once changing the channel due to the variety this pay per view had to offer. The current weather was rain and thunder. No lightning was visible from the looks of it. Maybe in the distance, but nothing close to the ring or park area. Nothing that would elicit a danger or a performance hazard to the wrestlers performing tonight. The big screen of the titantron had an awning over it that way there would be a shade over the screen as a whole. Not only allowing people to watch the match from the big screen, but also protecting the screen from heavy rain droplets. For a moment, the big screen was showing camera pans of people in the crowd.
But then, things started to take an interesting turn. Television fizz and an ever so recognizable 'snow effect' would overtake the screen. Faded images and visualizations of a promo that had been aired long ago during the Winter Warfare event would soon show up underneath the snow effect. As if the visualization was struggling to be seen from all the fizzles and chaos the snow effect was causing of the screen. Most faces of the crowd were indifferent and hadn't understood the meaning of this. Mixed in with near-faded visualizations were clips of Damon Pierce in action. From his debut match the week after the Winter Warfare event, then on to the tables match with Leroy Brown. Finally, the screen would start to show all of the most carnage-packed and intense scenes that were from the recent event of Damon Pierce versus Dion Necurat. Mostly scenes of damage done to Damon at the hands of Dion and the hell he had to endure throughout the entirety of the match. Then, the scenes shifted to Damon's form of attacks.
Now that the crowd had an idea of what this was about, the ambiance of the crowd was starting to pick up a bit. Just a tad bit drowned out from the sound of the thunder and heavy rain pouring down around the ring. But nothing that a backstage crew couldn't adjust to with volume control of the big screen. The scenes became faster and more of the previous visualization of Damon's first ever promo images were seen on the screen. Lines of text that were familiar from the first promo were also formatted on the screen at times. The scenes became faster and faster, and then.. nothing. Nothing.. but the scene of a still images of what appeared to be a floor of some sort in a darkened backstage area with highly dimmed lighting. Not enough tor give an idea of where the camera was located, but enough to show a set of boots start to walk towards the camera. Only from the ankle-down however. But that would soon not become a problem as the sound alone that had once audibly aired the sound of footsteps, now aired sounds of the camera moving.
More or less the camera's view being shifted around as the person who's boots that had been in focus seconds ago would be the reason for such a sound. The camcorder that was once on the ground was now being held by the boots-clad man himself, Damon Pierce. The camcorder would pan around a bit and reveal a quick glance at a white underarmor top being covered by a recognizable black hoodie. This all happening within a five second frame before the true focus of the camcorder would reveal the face of Damon. His left arm was outstretched as his left hand angled the camcorder accurately enough to show enough of Damon's features from the collarbone up. Damon's gaze was directed away from the camera with his his head nodded as if he were contemplating his words. A few seconds later and his neck would roll to now have his face and gaze focused on the camcorders lenses. Damon would clear his throat in a way as to command attention to himself. Once he had decided upon his set speech of words, he'd begin.
"Attention, BBW. Attention, superstars. Attention, announcers. Attention, live audience and those watching around the world. If you weren't listening then, you'd better start listening now. Since day one, it seems like there's been a lot of doubters. From Twitter feeds, to word in the back. Who is this.. Damon Pierce guy. What good can he do for our company. What kind of gimmick is he stealing. Who does he think he is. Why does he walk through the crowd. What kind of agenda does he have". Damon would allow his primary introduction to be responded to as he would look down from the camera and offer a weak smirk. His eyes no longer focusing on the camera lens and more or less focusing down. "From day one, I didn't make it a habit to 'make friends' in this business. I didn't make it a habit to 'prove myself' to anyone. Hell, I didn't even make it a habit to want to even speak to anyone. The fact that you have my attention right now.. admire it. Because when it comes to how I do business, there's a time for talk. And a time to fight".
Now, Damon would look up at the lens as his smirk faded and his tone regained it's serious and intimidatingly neutral demeanor. "Winter Warfare. Exactly four weeks ago. You all received a taste of what was to come. You read the words. You watched the video. You heard the music. You were on the edge of your seat. No, you were scared. You were afraid of what was to come, because you didn't know when or how it would come. You didn't know, but a little guy by the name of Xavier X did. It was an injustice, that Xavier had to be fed to the wolves like he did. You all witnessed the birth of what is the Era of Justice. It's an injustice that Xavier had no clue what he was being put up against, but an even greater injustice that Xavier had to be the first victim. The first, of three men who had been laid down at my boots and shown just who in the hell I am. First match, hell. I didn't even win. You wanted an impact, you got one. One table. One barricade. One spear. One decision. Double Knockout". A sense of pride came over Damon telling that.
"Some thought I was done there. but oh, no. That was just the beginning. That was the appetizer to what would be a series of mayhem I would leave behind in the form of in-ring domination. Week two, I wanted something more. That victory.. it made me hungry. I wanted more. I craved more. So, I asked for more. Week two saw the Hound of Justice, against some cheap act, classic throwback character Leroy Brown in a Tables match. That goes to show you, you don't ever slap a thoroughbred in the face and not expect to get your a** chewed out. Leroy wanted to make a mockery of my persona, my style and my personality. I made a mockery out of his wrestling career with a snap of a table in two and his body broken in the center of the fray. Consider us now even. Although you won't be seeing Leroy ever step foot around me again, because I'll just put him through another table. And another. And then another". Damon would tilt his head from the first mention of a table and everytime he stated his means to repeat the process thereafter.
"You would think that after leaving the old man's body tossed to the side in a heap of broken tables like roadkill, that I would be finished. I made my point loud and clear, but that wasn't enough to silence the doubter into thinking I was being handed victories one week after the other. That maybe my opponents were getting paid off to lose. That maybe, just maybe, I was manipulating the general manager into swaying things in my favor". Damon at the mention of this simply laughed quietly to himself and shook his head as that one smirk overcame his lips once again. "When are you all going to believe? The greatest injustice you can do is doubt my potential, and you're all guilty in the first degree. I don't need interference. I don't need cheap shots. I don't need cookie cutter wins. I sure as hell don't need some old guy using a can to walk bitching in my ear about how to be 'the best'. Forget tag teams. Screw stables or factions. What you see is what you get and there is absolutely nothing you can do to change that".
Surely by now, you would think the promo was done and over with. But no, Damon had more to say. Why? His reasons alone. But he was certainly commanding attention with his heated words and proof of his dominance in the weeks thus far. At least, that's what he felt like he was doing. Or well, should be doing. "Let's not forget last week shall we. Prior to last week, the infamous and ever so recognizable superstar known as Dion Necurat issued a challenge to me. The terms were simple. Eliminate Leroy without knocking him out, and I will get to take on 'The Pillar of Justice' in his own patented Last Man Standing match. So what did I do? I destroyed Leroy and marched into the lion's den to take on the gladiator himself. Two men start the match. One man leaves standing". Damon stopped to pause as his eyes looked as if he was boring daggers into the lens of the camcorder while proving his next point. "What happened in that match, was nothing short of an injustice on The Pillar of Justice's part alone. An injustice, that was dealt with swiftly".
Readjusting his hold on the camcorder, Damon would start to finish off what he had to say as he took a deep breath and concentrated further on finalizing his thoughts. "Spoiler alert, the 'Pillar of Justice' was cut down to just a pole and whatever pride he has left. No thanks to the interference of some guy who supposedly 'softened Dion' up for me. I didn't need his help. I don't want his help. He is nothing to me, and neither are the broken bodies I've left in my wake. Three men have stepped up to offer a challenge, three men were left broken and battered at the swift hand of justice. BBW Universe, feast your eyes on the the new 'Pillar of Justice' in BBW. No. Scratch that, I'm not a Pillar. I'm the whole damn building. I'm the Hound of Justice that been let off the leash since day one and is always hungry to sink his teeth in new blood. Classify me as the man who broke Dion's streak. Celebrate me as the man who left Leroy in a wooden table massacre. But don't ever forget just who the hell I am". At this point, Damon would set the camcorder down and walk away. No more words were needed. The new Era of Justice, was in full swing.
