Post by gabrielcreed on Nov 9, 2012 4:56:40 GMT -5
*The scene opens up with an elevated view of a dirty, dingy, and run down city. The city is quite obviously poor and broken down. You can see ramshackle building and very few businesses. But as the silence is finally broken by a deep, cold voice.*
Mysterious voice: Pine Ridge Indian Reservation. The poorest place in the United States. 75 percent of homes have either no running water, no working heat, or electricity. The average income is about $6,000 a year. 40,000 people living in the epitome of despair. The infant mortality rate is five times the national average. 80 percent of people are unemployed and 49 percent live below the national poverty line. More then half of them under the age of 18. Average life expectancy? 48 years for males. 52 years for females. How can a people live like this? How can you let them suffer this way? This place is a pit of death, drugs, disease and hatred. All brewing in one place. If you wonder who I am. Don't. It doesn't matter who I am. But look at the people here. Learn who they are and you will learn true fear.
*the camera pans around the city once more before turning to spot the man with the voice. He is staring out at the city watching it with cold eyes. He doesn't turn to the camera but continues to talk*
Mysterious Man: Death, despair, pain, fear, hatred, anger, life. All things that push a man to do things he never even imagined possible. You see. I've seen them all. I've lived on the streets. I've had to fight for my food and for my life. I've been in the system. I've had to do things that would make a man's blood turn cold. But I've also been resurrected. I've been given a chance to push myself to the limit again. This place. My home. It pushes you to the very brink of life. You couldn't possibly understand if you have never lived it. Not living pay check to pay check but living day to day, hour to hour. Never knowing where your next meal was going to come from or even if it would be your last. So you keep fighting on. You keep pushing forward. And for what? More pain? More death? More fear? They say that you control your own destiny. Well I've got news for those that say that. My destiny is here. My destiny is in the EHWF. And I don't care who steps in my way. I will run over them until I get what I need. The EHWF Championship.
*finally the man turns to the camera, his eyes burning in the moonlight. A wicked sort of smile on his face as a crash of lighting and the pounding of thunder are heard in the background.*
Mysterious Man: My name is Gabriel Creed. You so called "superstars" would be wise to learn it well. It's the name that will strike fear in all those who hear it. Hear that? The spirits agree with me. My time is now. And my place is here. So...
*Gabriel leans in toward the camera that wicked smirk still on his face*
Gabriel: Welcome To The Nightmare.
*The camera fades to black as Gabriel is heard laughing evilly in the background. The words "The Nightmare Is Here" flash on the screen before fading and finally disappearing*
Mysterious voice: Pine Ridge Indian Reservation. The poorest place in the United States. 75 percent of homes have either no running water, no working heat, or electricity. The average income is about $6,000 a year. 40,000 people living in the epitome of despair. The infant mortality rate is five times the national average. 80 percent of people are unemployed and 49 percent live below the national poverty line. More then half of them under the age of 18. Average life expectancy? 48 years for males. 52 years for females. How can a people live like this? How can you let them suffer this way? This place is a pit of death, drugs, disease and hatred. All brewing in one place. If you wonder who I am. Don't. It doesn't matter who I am. But look at the people here. Learn who they are and you will learn true fear.
*the camera pans around the city once more before turning to spot the man with the voice. He is staring out at the city watching it with cold eyes. He doesn't turn to the camera but continues to talk*
Mysterious Man: Death, despair, pain, fear, hatred, anger, life. All things that push a man to do things he never even imagined possible. You see. I've seen them all. I've lived on the streets. I've had to fight for my food and for my life. I've been in the system. I've had to do things that would make a man's blood turn cold. But I've also been resurrected. I've been given a chance to push myself to the limit again. This place. My home. It pushes you to the very brink of life. You couldn't possibly understand if you have never lived it. Not living pay check to pay check but living day to day, hour to hour. Never knowing where your next meal was going to come from or even if it would be your last. So you keep fighting on. You keep pushing forward. And for what? More pain? More death? More fear? They say that you control your own destiny. Well I've got news for those that say that. My destiny is here. My destiny is in the EHWF. And I don't care who steps in my way. I will run over them until I get what I need. The EHWF Championship.
*finally the man turns to the camera, his eyes burning in the moonlight. A wicked sort of smile on his face as a crash of lighting and the pounding of thunder are heard in the background.*
Mysterious Man: My name is Gabriel Creed. You so called "superstars" would be wise to learn it well. It's the name that will strike fear in all those who hear it. Hear that? The spirits agree with me. My time is now. And my place is here. So...
*Gabriel leans in toward the camera that wicked smirk still on his face*
Gabriel: Welcome To The Nightmare.
*The camera fades to black as Gabriel is heard laughing evilly in the background. The words "The Nightmare Is Here" flash on the screen before fading and finally disappearing*