Ashes

On Camera:





The camera clicks on, and there sits an empty, wooden chair. A window is in the background, projecting a sunny day, with a vast array of green land protruding far away. Footsteps are heard approaching, as they walk onto the hardwood floor that this chair sits upon. A figure appears, and sits down in the chair. It is Gray Malone. He wears a blue and black, buttoned up shirt, with the sleeves rolled up. He sits back in the chair, and crosses his right leg over his left, before smiling into the camera.

He speaks….

Malone: It has taken me a few days to speak on my return here to the new found enterprise that surrounds this industry, that once was a place of torture for your King. You see, over a year ago, the NGW was to be the place where I continued my legacy as one of the greatest superstars to ever grace a wrestling ring. I sit here, having no need to explain to any of you out there listening, that the opposite came to pass….did it not? I challenged any and everyone, left and right. I lost, and I lost, every time I stepped in an NGW ring. I made a complete fool of myself by chasing a woman, whom I thought was the second coming of my deceased wife, in Persephone. In doing that, and by continuing to poke and prod, I dug the hole deeper and deeper for my legacy. In doing these things, I spat on Aurora and Damon Graves. I spat on the legacy of my mentor, Corey Bull. And I didn’t care.

I….was mortal to the bone. I left the three of them behind me, when in reality it was I that was so far behind the three of them. Aurora and Damon have achieved so much within this past year. Two of the brightest superstars in this sport, and no one, in no fed can ever question that claim. And Corey Bull, still possessed that killer instinct after so many years of dominating and destroying any and every, breathing opponent, put in front of him...or should I say…...them. Yet I fell further and further down the hole that I dug. Fueled by hate of this world, for taking so much from me, and for no reason I could find. And here I sit explaining all of this to any of you that listen, knowing a great many of you don’t even care.

He laughs genuinely.

Malone: I guess you all can say, that I came face to face with a force composed in a small package. Her name was Ally Morrow. Her claim to fame isn’t being undefeated. It isn’t being the greatest #FSociety Anarchy Champion. It isn’t even the fact that she is the future Mrs. Tyson Gregory. No, you all know that she is famous for dismantling the mortal Gray Malone, and destroying the pathetic piece of shit. And due to that thrashing, the disease known as Stage 4 fucking cancer was found in my throat. This was something that no one...save for a few, even cared about. Than no one in this industry, even batted an eyelash over. Hell, even that bitch Morrow, wished me a painful and very slow death due to the disease. All because I spoke ill of her soon to be….dead Mother in Law.

A smile plays over his lips.
 
Malone: But alas, here I sit. I come before this world known as Redemption. The ashes of the now defunct NGW, where My name was trashed and thrown around like a fucking cheap whore. I come to you all as a King. For I rule a place known as DARC pro. I built that place to what it is at this very moment. I will soon be the Heavyweight Champion of this place, which means…..I rule the Kingdom of Miles Blake. You see, he feeds me mortals, and I feast upon them, graciously. Now I look towards Devlin Scott to do the same. I see many. I see Alechs and I see Honey, and I feel for them. They are two, good hearted souls, oh yes I can feel that. I can sense those qualities within them. But they have a hatebringer waiting to chomp into them, and there isn’t a thing I can do about it. For I stand with Corey now. I stand with Aurora and Damon now. I’m not here to outshine them, for they are my family. They always were.

Damon and Aurora are the future of this business. They are the future of Damage Inc. I will stand behind them, and if needed I will place myself before them and plow a path for their rise. For I am immortal. Nothing in Redemption can hurt me. I will stand beside Corey, and together we will become the Reapers of everything moving inside of that squared circle, before us. I will do this proudly, with my brother of Damage. You see, that hole that was dug so long ago, has been filled. Gray Malone of old, is long buried, and dead. 

The Darc King has arrived on his steed of Damage, and so help me to all…..heads will fall to this ground filled with the ashes of my torment. One by one.

You Will All Reap what has been sown.