demon

(Time stood still the day the Demon made his return to FHW. Now here it is he is back doing what he does best and that is making victim's of so called super stars. The setting New York City. The place penthouse, lavish furnashing, and one 6'10 280lbs man with a mean streak that could put angles to rest. We see Demon dressed in black pants and a white wife beater and a black silck shirt with a dragon on it. His black hair tied back. He sits in his red plush chair relaxing the day away waiting for the Killing fields PPV. The day when he can take care of a certain paper champ.)

Demon: Its been awhile hasn't it? I came back to get something that is mine. That IC title was mine before you ever had the chance of getting it. I was screwed out of the title now I am back to reclaim it, but I am not just back for that no. I am back cause regualr living in this world bores me. Training every day..running lifting weights....whats the point if there is no challenge at the end to make it all worth it. So what the hell I decided to come back and continue the mayhem to continue the body count. To add wanna be's to the list of victim's put down by me. You know when I came back I didn't know what to expect....who would be running the show who would be be in that state of control. So far that I have seen no one knows who the hell is running things. For all I know the janitor could be the prez of this fed. Some were wondering where is Avalanch where is he...you are always with him. Heheh not this time. Lanch went his way I went mine. FHW is goign to be my domain. There is no one who can stop that fact.

(Demon gets up and goes and grabs a glass and then pours him self some wine. He takes a sip and walks back to his chair. He looks around a bit at his suroundings. Then the camera pans on him and he is in the best shape of his carreer. He looks ready to deal with the tasks that lay before him. Demon takes another drink and just sits and thinks. Soon he beams up and begins to speak.)

Demon: Its time to talk about the big reason I am here. New Star. A product of stupidity...a man that has no clue just what waits for him. I inveted fear....God may have created the human race in his image but I created fear in mine. I will make you wish for some one to save your soul...cause if not I will reap it from your body. New Star your time has come to face the Demon..to face the one man that can make you fear. The old saying is meet your maker....well look in my eye's New Star your looking at him. At Richochet I felt the sting of men who think they can defeat me and take me out...well as you see I am still here and I am still standing. Others have tried and failed you are just among those that can't seem to get the job done. New Star I see you have back up....a guy that is just big plain walking gimmick infrindgment. In Demonkin....what do I have to show you just who is the one true Demon here in FHW....I have no problem making that pile of garbage disapear back to hell where he belongs.

(Demon walks around the lavish penthouse. He starts to think....smiles.)

Demon: What plans I have for you New Star what plans indeed it reminds me of a little story I ran in the rain trought the garden gates nand I arrived in this place as beautiful
as the rain that battered the city, trying to drown us all.It was a garden sahped as circle.Big garden, full of oaktrees and black roses. Some rue grew at the gates. In the middle
of this huge circle, a beautiful fountain made out of black marble tried to keep up with the rain
in producing water.And at the fountain stood two men, as vile looking as vipers but unlike in size. i've seen smaller elephants. And both of them had some kind of rags in their hands. i took a step closer, and saw the rags properly. 'Ladies underwear?', I thought, and the word
"kink" also occured in this small moment of self-exploring.And as I yet took a step closer, the origin of those two rags came to my knowledge. The other man had knelt beside the
fountain, stretching his hand out. And at the end of his hand, there was a head. Not just any head, but a young, beautiful, red head. I gathered my thoughts again, and realized what was wrong. The head was in the fountain and under the water.i had to do it. There was no other way. I felt the itching, and the sudden rush of a headache. And next thing i saw was this
amazingly heavy oaktree falling on the two men.
I took even more steps towards the fountain, and
the sudden thrill struck me. The tree had crushed the other mans skull, and what little brains he had were scattered around his head.I bent down and felt the pieces of his skull in my hand.
I spotted the nearest bird, a poor little thing that didn't understand to hide from the rain,
and threw the piece at it. In the end, it fell quite nicely. i turned around, and as a surprise
the other man was still alive. His legs..the shape..well, unnatural and bent were the few first
words that came into my mind. Cripple but alive, he was, and oh how helpless. The stare in his eyes was no stare of terror. It indicated smile. His lips, however, remained very still indeed. Without a single word, i took a branch from the tree and raised it up above my head.
The cracks and smacks and the fleshy sound of a human beef, and the hollow echo of an empty belly were very satisfying at the time. I looked at his face, trying to find out
if he was still smiling, but gave up. Hard branch, i'd say. Impressionism, an artist
would say. Brutal, the policeman would say.
i took a deep breath, and it reminded me of the girl. I turned around, but she was still unconscious, luckily not in the water anymore. Good. I didn't want to scare her.
I bent down and slapped her face. She caughed, and spitted out a little water, opened her eyes, gasping. She took a look at me, and the two dead men and me again.
Thank you, she smiled. Thank god, I replied with a grin.
i helped her up, and she asked me to walk her home. Understandable, it is, afterall someone had just tried to kill her. On the way to her home she didn't much speak. She was afraid of even the shadows, and everytime a man came within hearing range, she grasped my arm and bowed her head. After a long walk, we came to her house. Three-story building with large windows and nice big balconies. She asked me to escort her all the way up. Her apartment smelled of incsest...inscense, that is. A nice red satin sofa as a sole piece of furniture, and a kitchen small as a watercloset. All it was needed to make this a perfect night.
Tea?, she asked.
Yes, please, miss..?, i said.
Woland. Amy Woland. And you?
i'm called Jester, i lied.
Interesting name, she muttered and disappeared behind a wall. i sat on the sofa. i waited.
And then she came back, wearing only a nightgown. Nothing more, nothing less. She carried two cups from the kitchen, placed the other one on a small table beside the sofa and the other one on the floor. Then she went back to the kitchen and returned with the teapot. She bent down before me and poured some tea in the cup on the table. And she leveled her breasts quite exactly in a line with my eyes. And then she turned and bent to pour some tea on the other cup. Her figures receive no complaints from me. I zipped the tea, and she did so , too. We were sitting in a silence for a while, and then she opened her mouth.
Thank you, for saving my life.
i nearly choked. A smile appeared on my face. Then i laughed.
Do you really think i saved you?, i asked.

Then everything went black....hmmm I don't remember what happend next...I think I read in the paper that the next night they found her dead with nails in her wrists and ankles. Then it says that she was left there to bleed to death...nasty well at least I gave her one more day of life.

(Demon puts down his glass grabs his leather trench puts it on grabs his sunglasses and walks out. Pulls out his cell phone makes a call...he talks then hangs up.)

Demon: The limo should be here in a sec. Hmmm it seems you have wondered if I am going to show up or not. Well its obvious you don't know me that well. I have been looking forward to this since the day I signed the contract to be wrestling in FHW again. After its all said and done you will wish that I didn't come back...but now its too late. You fate was sealed the day you put your name on the contract. Soon Killing Fields will be here and then you will be mine. I am not one to be fucked with. Yet you seem to think that I am so easy to defeat. I have beaten some of the best and been in the ring with some of the greats where you don't even make either of those lists and you never will.

(Soon a long black stretch Hummer pulls up. A man gets up and opens the door for Demon and he gets in. Once inside you see the DVD player and sounds systems a Sony Vio is all hooked up. TV reviewing tapes of old matchs. Demon looks over at the fridge and opens it and grabs a poweraid. He opens it takes a drink.)

Demon: I know some of you are wondering just where I am going. I am going to go and check out some of the other ventures I am into. I didn't just lift weights doing the time I was out. I started a club called The Night Shade. Its nice place the girls are oh so fine and the music is always jumpin. Plus it generates alot of money which funds marketing and so on and so on.

(Soon the Limo comes to a stop and you see the club its painted Red and Black a lightboard on the top doing a bunch of different graphics and logo's. The driver lets out Demon he goes into the club. You see people dancing and stuff. Soon a woman comes up to Demon dressed in a black leather mini and haltertop. She has blonde hair green eye's. She takes Demon's coat and he sits down.)

Demon: Let me introduce you to Stacey. The World meet Stacey...Stacey meet the World.

(Stacey stands there for a sec and looks into the camera and smiles)

Stacey: HI WORLD!! Wow Demon I am on TV??

Demon: Yes dear you are now go get me a glass of wine please the Poweraid shit is just that shit.

Stacey: yea sure sir.

(Soon a man walks up he is dressed in khakis and a polo shirt very preppy looking.)

Man: Dude....I hope you do great at the PPV against New Star oh also man the club rocks

Demon: Thank you.

(Soon Stacey comes back with his glass of wine.)

Stacey: Here you go sugar. Red Wine...a good year.

Demon: Stacey...you have no idea what your talking about do you?

Stacey: Well uh...no.

Demon: That was I thought. Now go run and dance or somthing.

Stacey: Sure thing boss.

Demon: Now....the PPV is coming up and New's Star is fading fast much like buring the rope at both ends. His time is coming.....more importantly I am coming for him. New Star I know your manager Stryker will have somthing to say...but what he has to say is not important to me...do you think you have what it takes to beat me.....can you even survive what I PLAN on doing to you? We will just have to see if you will go down with a fight or just fade out.