Post by RDH + on Feb 24, 2022 22:22:21 GMT
Event / Storm, March 5th 2022
Location / Detroit, Michigan
Opponent / Prince Devitt
Win/Loss/Draw / 00/00/00
Location / Detroit, Michigan
Opponent / Prince Devitt
Win/Loss/Draw / 00/00/00
A video package begins to roll as we see Prince Devitt laid out on the floor, in the bottom left corner text reads 'Back in 2020'.
Deep Voice Over
" May 2020. A date that will be forever etched into the back of your mind. "
A snap shot of Devitt standing on what was then the NXT Ramp, looking slightly over his shoulder to see Damian Priest.
Deep Voice Over
" You wanted your pound of flesh, you wanted retribution. You felt like somethings stolen from you... "
The video begins to play again showing Devitt and Priest slugging it out with one another, in the blink of an eye the video stops.
Deep Voice Over
" Do you feel you got your revenge? Do you feel you took what you felt was stolen back? Maybe you think, just slightly that you have unfinished business, with The Man that has the Devil Stare? Prepare for your execution Prince, because the King is making his way HOME. "
The video fades to total blackness. Then a quick flash of Damian Priest is shown, he stands there just staring into the screen and smirks slightly. A photo maybe? Then the trees in the background begin to move in the wind, Priest's hair blows to the side as he removes his shades and places them between his buttons on his shirt.
DamianPriest
" For months I have been telling you I am coming. For months I have been giving you all fair warning of what is impending in your futures, but not one person took it seriously. I have sat on the side lines and watched with great difficulty, as guys like Cody Rhodes, Matt Cordona, Malikai Black carry the damn company on their own, but not for the benefit of the business. They do it for their own ego's, they do if for their own satisfaction, a satisfaction that needs to be eradicated. They will eventually face their maker, they will soon have to answer to the higher beings of the world, but for now we need to take a trip back down memory lane. "
Damian waves at the camera as he wipes his chin.
DamianPriest
" Hey Fergal, you miss me? ha. Come on admit it, you missed me. Just like the rest of those chumps you sit beside in the locker room still. Why? Do you think that they are going to actually come to your aid in your darkest hours? Do you think that if you suck up to the bigger boys, that maybe just maybe they will take pitty on you when things go down the pan for you? "
Priest begins to walk around as he continues to speak, he chuckles to him self and points his index finger to his temple, and looks out into the distance.
DamianPriest
" I have listened to what you have said since coming here, there is no more Balor? There is no more Demon? Then what have you got to offer? What have you got to give, you claim that you are some sort of wrestling royalty...but from where? What heritage do you have, I mean damn you couldn't beat Matt for shit, you couldn't even get the job done over Punk last week.. but if I know you, and I do, last week's loss wasn't your fault right? If Matt hadn't been out there you would have won. Nah man, you don't have the cahonas these days to give your 100% and I will tell you for why. "
Damian begins to walk over to a bench just left of where he was stood, on that bench there is a black duffle bag. He opens it up and pulls out the head dress of The Demon, he holds it up to the camera.
DamianPriest
" This is why you are unable to be the man you really are. This right here, this is who Fergal Balór really is. The sick, twisted fool who thinks that everyone is against him, come on bro. Eres tan tonto, a fool that not only thinks these people believe the mierda that comes out of you mouth, but a fool to actually try and believe it yourself. Chico you really have no idea, who you are, where you belong or where you are meant to be going, but I can tell you this for a fact. "
Priest sets the headdress back on the bench and rummages through the bag. He pulls out a photo of The Prince and then another photo of Balor, he looks at the both and shakes his head in somewhat of confusion.
DamianPriest
" I look at these photos, and I pray that one day we see the real you. Not this tough acting, royal monarch of the wrestling industry, who is lying to everyone and himself. You can feed those idiotas all the garbage you want, but you are not going to fool me for one second, I know that he (points back to the headdress) still lurks in the back of your mind, I know that he is there caged up like a rabid animal, let him out. Let him come and play, why do you have to be so boring, so selfish...so what is the word I am looking for. "
Priest sits on the bench and rubs the back of his neck and quickly raises his index finger into the air.
DamianPriest
" That's it... why you gotta be so YOU! March 5th, I know the man that's going to walk down that ramp, point those fingers towards the ring and give the fans that fake grin, I know the man that is going to step between those ropes, and that man isn't the man I squared off with two years ago, nah. The man I traded blows with back then, may as well be dead because what we have today is a rip off, a wannabe, Fergal, you have a date with Destiny, and unfortuanetly for you I have seen your future, I don't want to be the one to have to do this to you, but I do not have a choice. I do not have any option, but to put you out of your misery... Beware Fergal...Beware the man with the devil Stare. "
Priest stands up, and puts his shades back on. He turns to walk away and stops, the camera pans up slightly and Priest stares at the duffle bag, he then reaches into his pocket and pulls out a lighter, lights it and drops it in the bag, he walks away chuckling to himself as the camera slowly turns back to the bench as the bag slowly engulfs in flames.
Deep Voice Over
" May 2020. A date that will be forever etched into the back of your mind. "
A snap shot of Devitt standing on what was then the NXT Ramp, looking slightly over his shoulder to see Damian Priest.
Deep Voice Over
" You wanted your pound of flesh, you wanted retribution. You felt like somethings stolen from you... "
The video begins to play again showing Devitt and Priest slugging it out with one another, in the blink of an eye the video stops.
Deep Voice Over
" Do you feel you got your revenge? Do you feel you took what you felt was stolen back? Maybe you think, just slightly that you have unfinished business, with The Man that has the Devil Stare? Prepare for your execution Prince, because the King is making his way HOME. "
The video fades to total blackness. Then a quick flash of Damian Priest is shown, he stands there just staring into the screen and smirks slightly. A photo maybe? Then the trees in the background begin to move in the wind, Priest's hair blows to the side as he removes his shades and places them between his buttons on his shirt.
DamianPriest
" For months I have been telling you I am coming. For months I have been giving you all fair warning of what is impending in your futures, but not one person took it seriously. I have sat on the side lines and watched with great difficulty, as guys like Cody Rhodes, Matt Cordona, Malikai Black carry the damn company on their own, but not for the benefit of the business. They do it for their own ego's, they do if for their own satisfaction, a satisfaction that needs to be eradicated. They will eventually face their maker, they will soon have to answer to the higher beings of the world, but for now we need to take a trip back down memory lane. "
Damian waves at the camera as he wipes his chin.
DamianPriest
" Hey Fergal, you miss me? ha. Come on admit it, you missed me. Just like the rest of those chumps you sit beside in the locker room still. Why? Do you think that they are going to actually come to your aid in your darkest hours? Do you think that if you suck up to the bigger boys, that maybe just maybe they will take pitty on you when things go down the pan for you? "
Priest begins to walk around as he continues to speak, he chuckles to him self and points his index finger to his temple, and looks out into the distance.
DamianPriest
" I have listened to what you have said since coming here, there is no more Balor? There is no more Demon? Then what have you got to offer? What have you got to give, you claim that you are some sort of wrestling royalty...but from where? What heritage do you have, I mean damn you couldn't beat Matt for shit, you couldn't even get the job done over Punk last week.. but if I know you, and I do, last week's loss wasn't your fault right? If Matt hadn't been out there you would have won. Nah man, you don't have the cahonas these days to give your 100% and I will tell you for why. "
Damian begins to walk over to a bench just left of where he was stood, on that bench there is a black duffle bag. He opens it up and pulls out the head dress of The Demon, he holds it up to the camera.
DamianPriest
" This is why you are unable to be the man you really are. This right here, this is who Fergal Balór really is. The sick, twisted fool who thinks that everyone is against him, come on bro. Eres tan tonto, a fool that not only thinks these people believe the mierda that comes out of you mouth, but a fool to actually try and believe it yourself. Chico you really have no idea, who you are, where you belong or where you are meant to be going, but I can tell you this for a fact. "
Priest sets the headdress back on the bench and rummages through the bag. He pulls out a photo of The Prince and then another photo of Balor, he looks at the both and shakes his head in somewhat of confusion.
DamianPriest
" I look at these photos, and I pray that one day we see the real you. Not this tough acting, royal monarch of the wrestling industry, who is lying to everyone and himself. You can feed those idiotas all the garbage you want, but you are not going to fool me for one second, I know that he (points back to the headdress) still lurks in the back of your mind, I know that he is there caged up like a rabid animal, let him out. Let him come and play, why do you have to be so boring, so selfish...so what is the word I am looking for. "
Priest sits on the bench and rubs the back of his neck and quickly raises his index finger into the air.
DamianPriest
" That's it... why you gotta be so YOU! March 5th, I know the man that's going to walk down that ramp, point those fingers towards the ring and give the fans that fake grin, I know the man that is going to step between those ropes, and that man isn't the man I squared off with two years ago, nah. The man I traded blows with back then, may as well be dead because what we have today is a rip off, a wannabe, Fergal, you have a date with Destiny, and unfortuanetly for you I have seen your future, I don't want to be the one to have to do this to you, but I do not have a choice. I do not have any option, but to put you out of your misery... Beware Fergal...Beware the man with the devil Stare. "
Priest stands up, and puts his shades back on. He turns to walk away and stops, the camera pans up slightly and Priest stares at the duffle bag, he then reaches into his pocket and pulls out a lighter, lights it and drops it in the bag, he walks away chuckling to himself as the camera slowly turns back to the bench as the bag slowly engulfs in flames.