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Post by Star Stormz on Jan 14, 2023 21:35:46 GMT -5
 Thursday Night Riot! 1/26 - Principality Stadium Cardiff, Wales Singles MatchTyson Sykes vs. Dionysus DEADLINE: Sunday, January 22, 2023 11:59:59 pm EST
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Post by Dionysus on Feb 5, 2023 19:54:59 GMT -5
*The camera cuts to various screens full of static, before settling in on a darkened room. An arm reaches up, pulling the string on a lightbulb, turning the singular light on to reveal ANTITHESIS in the room, with Dionysus sitting in a bone-themed throne, with the other ANTITHESIS members gathered around him. Lyons, having just turned the light on, puts a hand on Dio’s shoulder, nodding slowly, as Sanders glares into the camera with his trademark malice, and Alexandra runs her fingers through his hair. Dionysus looks dead into the camera as he speaks.*
Dionysus: Do you know the story of Prometheus the titan?
*He pauses, Alexander stepping back, hands to his sides as he falls back into formation. Dionysus tents his fingers, before interlocking them as he continues.*
Dionysus: Prometheus was the titan of fire. One day, he shared the gift of flame with the mortal man. The mortals praised Prometheus, hailed him as the great fire-bringer. The one that finally showed them the way to make the greatest discovery in human history.
*He pauses, taking a deep breath.*
Dionysus: The gods, on the other hand, were furious.
*Dio smirks, his fingers unlatching from one another, instead gripping the arms of the great throne in which he’s seated.*
Dionysus: And Prometheus, for his betrayal, was punished greatly. Chained to a lone rock, deep within the bowels of the earth, the once-great fire titan suffered a fate worse than death, as his liver was eaten every single day by a great eagle. Every night it would replenish, so the bird would get a good meal the next morning.
*He takes a brief pause.*
Dionysus: Gruesome? Absolutely. Justified? Possibly. But it’s apropos. Because you, Tyson… you are Prometheus. And I am the eagle. Destined to torture you, to make you suffer, until you’re screaming, begging for your life, because you had the audacity to betray the people who made you what you are! Without ANTITHESIS, Tyson… you are nothing. Just a lowly fallen titan, bound to a rock, forced to undergo an unbearable fate of your own creation for an unforgiving eternity.
*Another pause, this time with Dionysus closing his eyes, a snarl coming across his face, before, disturbingly calmly, opening his eyes again, staring into the camera with a quiet malice.*
Dionysus: Usually, in wrestling matches, I am forced to hold back. I do what I’m told, I take only as much freedom as I am allowed, because following the rules means another victory for ANTITHESIS. It means spreading our message. But tonight, I don’t care about wrestling rules, I don’t care about referees, I don’t care about who’s WATCHING. Tonight, Tyson… I’m going to kill you.
*He snarls at the camera again.*
Dionysus: And your death will not be merciful. By betraying ANTITHESIS, you have angered the horseman of death, and his wrath will be a long and painful one. And I promise you this…
*His mouth contorts into a wicked, sadistic smirk.*
Dionysus: You will suffer SO much more than Prometheus ever did.
*With this, Dionysus stands up, gently humming “drunken sailor, as he walks out of frame, followed closely by his teammates, save for Alexandra, who smirks as well, before quickly approaching the camera, grabbing it and pulling it towards her.*
Alexandra: RUN!
*She throws the camera down, and as it hits the ground it cuts to static, before cutting out completely to a still blackness.*
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