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[Kurt Storm grabs the mic, sneering as the crowd rains down boos.]
“FINALLY… the Last Boss… has come to remind all you peasants exactly why you bow down before the Throne of Storm!
And Baine… oh Baine… the washed-up, broken down, no-good, past-his-prime, old has-been that thinks he’s still got it. You don’t got it, son. What you got is two bad knees, a bad back, and the audacity to stand in MY ring and pretend you’re still a threat. You’re not a monster anymore—you’re a fossil. And when it’s all said and done, you will do exactly what every relic before you has done—kneel before the Throne of Storm!
But it ain’t just you, Baine. Oh no… I hear the rumblings. I hear the whispers of the past. Beaux Wilde, Zac Taylor, Jacob Williams, David Jackson, Travis Markson… all the so-called ‘legends,’ all the false prophets. Walking around here acting like they were larger than life, like they were icons, like they were superstars. But the truth is—they were nothing more than smoke and mirrors, flash without substance, actors playing wrestler, showmen playing hero.
And what happened every single time? They FAILED. They NEVER measured up. They NEVER carried the weight of this business like I do. Because while they were busy pretending… Kurt Storm became the Last Boss. The Final Word. The Throne that no man can touch.
So bring your ghosts, bring your broken-down bodies, bring your so-called legends. It doesn’t matter. Because in the end, there is only ONE truth that this entire world will learn—
When the storm rolls in, when the Last Boss steps forward, when the champion speaks—
You will ALL… kneel before the THRONE… of STORM.”
*bruce was at his gym running the ropes for his cardio as camera men came in bruce would stop and lean against the top rope facing the camera* Frank tonight we have a chance to make history.. Tonight is the night that we show the VCW crowd on who is Bruce Scarlet and who is Frank Walker. WE WILL SET A WHOLE NEW BAR but Frankie dont think im gonna go soft on u *bruce points at the camera* U BETTER BRING UR A GAME FRANKIE REMEMBER WHERE WE CAME FROM REMEMBER THE CHAOS WE HAVE BRUNG TO THE INDUSTRY. Let’s prove the world that we r more than what meets the eye *camera fades out*
[The lights drop. A low rumble echoes as Rosita’s voice growls through the darkness.]
“In the shadows… where the weak tremble… the dark forces awaken.
The venom spreads, coursing through the veins of Virtual Championship Wrestling. It is not just a storm—it is a plague. A symbiotic hunger that latches on… and does not let go.
Alexia Cummings… Madison Cox… Angela Arias… you are not warriors. You are prey. Animals waiting to be gutted by the venom that drips from my fangs. One by one, the symbiote will suffocate your spirit, bleed your bodies dry, and leave nothing but hollow shells where once there was life.
Jesse Jewels… Kenzie Williams… Carmella Jackson… your futures are already written. Early retirement awaits you. Not by choice. Not by mercy. But by the decree of the darkness that consumes you.
Understand this truth: it does not matter who you are… it does not matter what you cling to… every soul in this locker room is already marked. Their fate sealed by shadows. Their screams muted beneath the tide of venom that spreads across this empire.
And when the venom finishes its feast… there will be nothing left. Only destruction. Only death. Only the dark souls standing in triumph over the carcass of Virtual Championship Wrestling itself.
For this is not a threat. It is prophecy. And prophecy cannot be stopped.”
SCARLET v WALKER
[Scene fades in — dark room, a single flickering light swinging above. A low growl of thunder rumbles. The camera focuses on SINISTER, cloaked in shadow, his voice deep, slow, venomous.]
SINISTER:
“Cain… Demon, you call yourself. A monster born of ashes, fire, and torment. But I am not of flame… I am of nothing. I am the shadow that fire cannot burn, the eternal silence that even screams cannot pierce. You stand here draped in the legacy of pain, but I am pain’s very origin. While you claw at souls to feed your hollow hunger, I consume them… whole.
Cain, your name may strike fear in the weak, but my very presence is a death sentence. You are the Demon… but I am the end of Demons. I am the void that even Hell fears to touch. When we meet, Cain, you will learn—there is no fire hot enough to burn away Sinister. There is only darkness, and it will swallow you… eternally.”
[A cold laugh echoes, the camera turns, and ANGELA ARIAS steps into frame beside Sinister, her eyes painted black, voice dripping with venom.]
ANGELA ARIAS:
“Rosita… Venom. You slither through the veins of this company, poisoning it with whispers of corruption. You spread your infection, calling yourself a dark force. But you have forgotten—poison dies once it meets the antidote. And I am that cure.
You call yourself Venom, yet you are nothing more than a parasite feeding off chaos that was never yours to command. There is only room for one darkness in VCW… and you are staring at it.
Sinister and I… we are not shadows, Rosita. We are the eclipse that erases the light. You will not survive in our world of despair. When we are done with you, Venom, your symbiotic sickness will wither… and you will realize you were never the predator—only the prey.”
[Sinister slowly tilts his head, whispering in a broken rasp.]
“VCW belongs… to the abyss. And the abyss belongs… to us.”
[The flickering light goes out. The screen fades to black.]
DANIEL v FRANK WALKER
