RUSSIAN ROULETTE 09: Barbwire Rope Match - Omega vs. Rocko Daymon
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<o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com<img src=" images="" smilies="" redface.gif="" border="0" alt="" title="Embarrassment" smilieid="3" class="inlineimg"></o:smarttagtype> The camera fades in to the abandoned building that we have seen before. The building known as Asylum Number Three and the person that is synonymous with this building, Omega with ‘Barb’. Camera panned in more to see Omega sitting on the steps of this once famous hospital as held ’Barb’ tight.<o></o>
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Laughter was heard from Omega before he began speaking.<o></o>
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“It’s funny how everyone has been asking me where I have been for the past few months. Everyone thought that after my match with Frankie Scott at Wrestleverse that I was done. Even though I got ’Barb’ back it just didn’t feel right. I was a beaten man in the middle of that ring and I needed to go into solitude to collect myself and find out who I was.” Omega sighed<o></o>
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“Then they thought I needed a different approach. ’Barb’ and I agreed and it was the first time in years that we all were on the same page. I was then directed to seek knowledge from someone. A man that has been criticized and tormented for who he was. That man was Stalker. They knew that there was one man that understood my plight and they reached out to him. And to my surprise Stalker thought that we could help each other.” Omega said as he stood to his feet still clutching ’Barb’.<o></o>
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He walked around the deserted courtyard of the old building just looking at how nothing has changed in years.<o></o>
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“Stalker took me aside and filled us in on what we were doing wrong in the business. How I let insignificant people like Frankie Scott cloud my mind when he took my precious ’Barb’ from me. He told me that there was a lot more out there for me in this business and if I wanted it I had to take it. With Stalker lending us his personal knowledge they’re bad things in store for EPW.”
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Omega paused as he continued to look around the courtyard. A courtyard where he used to play as a child.<o></o>
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“All through the backstage area after Aggression, everyone wanted to know why did I come back and attack Rocko Daymon. Why did ’Barb’ decide to get involve also. It’s simple actually because I wanted to make a statement. I wanted to show that the Omega that first got here was clouded with conflict between them and ’Barb’. Omega wanted liberation from the conflict. I wanted to prove that I’m still able to be among society. Stalker felt it was my duty to make people understand what Omega was all about.”<o></o>
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“Stalker was right, Rocko was too predictable. He knew you would let your ego and your pride cloud your judgment. He told me if Rocko comes out during my match that’s when you make your statement. That’s when you solidify the conflict and become one. He watched as the inner turmoil subsided and became what you see before you now. A more focused Omega that’s out for one thing.”<o></o>
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Omega laughs.<o></o>
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“I bet you thought that Omega would say titles. No Omega is out for punishment, plain and simple. Nothing but pure unadulterated pain. It begins at Russian Roulette in <st1><st1:city>St. Louis</st1:city>, <st1:state>Missouri</st1:state></st1>, my home state, against Rocko Daymon, former EPW World Heavyweight Champion. Barbwire rope match which we love will be where the destruction of Rocko Daymon begins. Rocko the disdain you have for The Fallen will be nothing compared to the punishment I intend to inflict on you. It will be my pleasure to cause you undying amounts of pain. You should have never messed with the king and traveled to Stalker’s world, because now the beginning of the end awaits. See you at the pay-per-view.”<o>
</o> The camera fades out as laughter is heard from Omega as he takes ’Barb’ and slams it against his head several times.<o></o>
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Laughter was heard from Omega before he began speaking.<o></o>
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“It’s funny how everyone has been asking me where I have been for the past few months. Everyone thought that after my match with Frankie Scott at Wrestleverse that I was done. Even though I got ’Barb’ back it just didn’t feel right. I was a beaten man in the middle of that ring and I needed to go into solitude to collect myself and find out who I was.” Omega sighed<o></o>
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“Then they thought I needed a different approach. ’Barb’ and I agreed and it was the first time in years that we all were on the same page. I was then directed to seek knowledge from someone. A man that has been criticized and tormented for who he was. That man was Stalker. They knew that there was one man that understood my plight and they reached out to him. And to my surprise Stalker thought that we could help each other.” Omega said as he stood to his feet still clutching ’Barb’.<o></o>
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He walked around the deserted courtyard of the old building just looking at how nothing has changed in years.<o></o>
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“Stalker took me aside and filled us in on what we were doing wrong in the business. How I let insignificant people like Frankie Scott cloud my mind when he took my precious ’Barb’ from me. He told me that there was a lot more out there for me in this business and if I wanted it I had to take it. With Stalker lending us his personal knowledge they’re bad things in store for EPW.”
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Omega paused as he continued to look around the courtyard. A courtyard where he used to play as a child.<o></o>
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“All through the backstage area after Aggression, everyone wanted to know why did I come back and attack Rocko Daymon. Why did ’Barb’ decide to get involve also. It’s simple actually because I wanted to make a statement. I wanted to show that the Omega that first got here was clouded with conflict between them and ’Barb’. Omega wanted liberation from the conflict. I wanted to prove that I’m still able to be among society. Stalker felt it was my duty to make people understand what Omega was all about.”<o></o>
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“Stalker was right, Rocko was too predictable. He knew you would let your ego and your pride cloud your judgment. He told me if Rocko comes out during my match that’s when you make your statement. That’s when you solidify the conflict and become one. He watched as the inner turmoil subsided and became what you see before you now. A more focused Omega that’s out for one thing.”<o></o>
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Omega laughs.<o></o>
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“I bet you thought that Omega would say titles. No Omega is out for punishment, plain and simple. Nothing but pure unadulterated pain. It begins at Russian Roulette in <st1><st1:city>St. Louis</st1:city>, <st1:state>Missouri</st1:state></st1>, my home state, against Rocko Daymon, former EPW World Heavyweight Champion. Barbwire rope match which we love will be where the destruction of Rocko Daymon begins. Rocko the disdain you have for The Fallen will be nothing compared to the punishment I intend to inflict on you. It will be my pleasure to cause you undying amounts of pain. You should have never messed with the king and traveled to Stalker’s world, because now the beginning of the end awaits. See you at the pay-per-view.”<o>
</o> The camera fades out as laughter is heard from Omega as he takes ’Barb’ and slams it against his head several times.<o></o>
Pain and Punishment
(Fade in from black to a modest gallery of portraits of barbed wire artistic renderings. The camera lasts on this image for a moment in a slow outward zoom, revealing the pictures to be the inner decorum of a tattoo parlor. The customary sound of a needle buzzing and a heavy metal soundtrack in the background blaring Neurosis' "To Get Under One's Skin" add to the atmosphere. The camera pans over to reveal "THE UNDYING" ROCKO DAYMON seated on a stool, shirtless and leaning forward as an artist drills away into his upper back. The camera can't immediately get a glimpse of what is being tattooed, but our focus right now is on the former World Heavyweight Champion's face, as it stares off dream-like past the camera, the walls, and maybe even the sky.)
"The Undying" Rocko Daymon
Punishment... and pain?
(His mind lingers on those words for a moment, and abruptly, he bursts into laughter. This is cut off as a whiskey bottle clenched in his left hand rises and upends itself over his mouth. With a good swig washed past his gums, no doubt adding to the buzz he's already riding on.)
"The Undying" Rocko Daymon
Omega... I'm currently suffering from one of the biggest losing streaks I've had to endure in my lengthy career. Given the sheer amount of humiliation and shame I've had to overcome over these past few months, I'm not about to shy away at the mere threat of bodily injury.
At last year's Russian Roulette, I was vying for the right to be the number one contender to the World Heavyweight Title. And now? I'm warming up the crowd with bloodsport. I've won titles... I've conquered the best... and there's absolutely nothing to show for it, besides being a name of "Triple X" Sean Stevens' list of accomplishments.
If I was the man I was a few years ago, I probably would have just said to hell with it, and walked away from it all...
(His intense and determined stare finds the camera. A drunken smirk crosses over his face.)
"The Undying" Rocko Daymon
But the man I am now... he backs down to nothing.
If he did, then there wouldn't be much point to him calling himself "The Undying", would there?
(He takes another swig of whiskey and spares a glance at the artist working on his back.)
"The Undying" Rocko Daymon
Yeah, I might limp out of that ring a scarred, bloody mess... but a part of me doesn't really care. I figure it's about time my appearance more accurately matches my age and experience in this sport. The scars that I will carry with me for the rest of my life when I walk away from this match will carry more weight and importance to me than any title I could possibly win at this point... because they will serve as an eternal reminder of the horrors I've survived in that ring.
Fearlessly, I am walking into a world of barbed wire and sheer insanity... not because I have any outside hope of somehow turning my career around... but because nothing will stop these hands from squeezing the life out of Jason "Stalker" Reeves. That act of sweet vengeance alone will atone for this past year of insufferably endless disappointment.
(His hands reach out in front of him and his fingers tense in the air as he imagines himself strangling Stalker, his insidious face burned in the very back of his psyche.)
"The Undying" Rocko Daymon
But it seems like every time I get close... he's always putting up something in my way.
Hard to believe that it's the same man that a year ago couldn't go a single night without somehow interfering in my business, no matter how much I tried to ignore him. Now that I'm coming after him, of course, he's doing everything in his power to distance himself from the destructive retribution I have in store for him.
First he tried slapping that worthless restraining order on me... and when he realized that that wasn't going to work, he tried using Fusenshoff to carry out his dirty work. Naturally, he didn't account for the fact that Fuse has a conscience, and I can be thankful for that...
So now he's gone to YOU, Omega... and maybe I shouldn't be too terribly surprised. After all, you're just as crazy as he is.
(He looks into the camera with sincerity.)
"The Undying" Rocko Daymon
Let me just say right now, Omega... I have nothing against you or what you do. I don't even care if you walk around calling a chair wrapped in barbed wire your "wife". Having just gotten rid of my own ball and chain... I can probably say that being married to a chair is a lot easier than being married to a woman.
(He starts laughing... then crying... takes yet another swig... and finishes it with a drunken guffaw.)
"The Undying" Rocko Daymon
But you and I seem to be at a disagreement. I want to rip Stalker's eyes out of his head. You want to prevent that from happening... I can only assume out of debt to that bastard for lending you an ear at a time when you were being overlooked. Because of that, we're invariably going to be on opposite sides.
I know there probably isn't anything I can say to help you realize just how delusional you are in believing Jason Reeves' nonsense... so if it means going to war with you in a ring lined with barbed wire, then so be it. I'm not afraid to fight at your level, Omega... if it proves to that piece of **** that I'm not afraid of anything.
You got involved in my business at Aggression... so now, I'm getting involved in your business. I'm going to give back a little pain and punishment of my own, Omega... to show that sick bastard that no matter who or what he puts in front of me, NOTHING will stop me from having my revenge.
If you make it out of that ring alive, perhaps you'll think again before interfering in a fight that isn't your own. If you don't, well... I'll be happy knowing there's one less crazy bastard in this sport.
(The artist working on his back finishes up, dabs a few flecks of blood away with a towel, and backs away. "THE UNDYING" ROCKO DAYMON rises to his feet with a final swig of the bottle of whiskey, and turns around to hand it over to the tattooist. On his back, we can finally see what new detailing he's done to himself: across his shoulders, a banner of words in gothic print reads: "UNRESTING - UNSTOPPING - UNDYING".)
"The Undying" Rocko Daymon
Thanks again, bub. Have one on me...
(Handing over the bottle, Rocko slips his shirt back on and walks out of the tattoo parlor. Fade to black.)
(Fade in from black to a modest gallery of portraits of barbed wire artistic renderings. The camera lasts on this image for a moment in a slow outward zoom, revealing the pictures to be the inner decorum of a tattoo parlor. The customary sound of a needle buzzing and a heavy metal soundtrack in the background blaring Neurosis' "To Get Under One's Skin" add to the atmosphere. The camera pans over to reveal "THE UNDYING" ROCKO DAYMON seated on a stool, shirtless and leaning forward as an artist drills away into his upper back. The camera can't immediately get a glimpse of what is being tattooed, but our focus right now is on the former World Heavyweight Champion's face, as it stares off dream-like past the camera, the walls, and maybe even the sky.)
"The Undying" Rocko Daymon
Punishment... and pain?
(His mind lingers on those words for a moment, and abruptly, he bursts into laughter. This is cut off as a whiskey bottle clenched in his left hand rises and upends itself over his mouth. With a good swig washed past his gums, no doubt adding to the buzz he's already riding on.)
"The Undying" Rocko Daymon
Omega... I'm currently suffering from one of the biggest losing streaks I've had to endure in my lengthy career. Given the sheer amount of humiliation and shame I've had to overcome over these past few months, I'm not about to shy away at the mere threat of bodily injury.
At last year's Russian Roulette, I was vying for the right to be the number one contender to the World Heavyweight Title. And now? I'm warming up the crowd with bloodsport. I've won titles... I've conquered the best... and there's absolutely nothing to show for it, besides being a name of "Triple X" Sean Stevens' list of accomplishments.
If I was the man I was a few years ago, I probably would have just said to hell with it, and walked away from it all...
(His intense and determined stare finds the camera. A drunken smirk crosses over his face.)
"The Undying" Rocko Daymon
But the man I am now... he backs down to nothing.
If he did, then there wouldn't be much point to him calling himself "The Undying", would there?
(He takes another swig of whiskey and spares a glance at the artist working on his back.)
"The Undying" Rocko Daymon
Yeah, I might limp out of that ring a scarred, bloody mess... but a part of me doesn't really care. I figure it's about time my appearance more accurately matches my age and experience in this sport. The scars that I will carry with me for the rest of my life when I walk away from this match will carry more weight and importance to me than any title I could possibly win at this point... because they will serve as an eternal reminder of the horrors I've survived in that ring.
Fearlessly, I am walking into a world of barbed wire and sheer insanity... not because I have any outside hope of somehow turning my career around... but because nothing will stop these hands from squeezing the life out of Jason "Stalker" Reeves. That act of sweet vengeance alone will atone for this past year of insufferably endless disappointment.
(His hands reach out in front of him and his fingers tense in the air as he imagines himself strangling Stalker, his insidious face burned in the very back of his psyche.)
"The Undying" Rocko Daymon
But it seems like every time I get close... he's always putting up something in my way.
Hard to believe that it's the same man that a year ago couldn't go a single night without somehow interfering in my business, no matter how much I tried to ignore him. Now that I'm coming after him, of course, he's doing everything in his power to distance himself from the destructive retribution I have in store for him.
First he tried slapping that worthless restraining order on me... and when he realized that that wasn't going to work, he tried using Fusenshoff to carry out his dirty work. Naturally, he didn't account for the fact that Fuse has a conscience, and I can be thankful for that...
So now he's gone to YOU, Omega... and maybe I shouldn't be too terribly surprised. After all, you're just as crazy as he is.
(He looks into the camera with sincerity.)
"The Undying" Rocko Daymon
Let me just say right now, Omega... I have nothing against you or what you do. I don't even care if you walk around calling a chair wrapped in barbed wire your "wife". Having just gotten rid of my own ball and chain... I can probably say that being married to a chair is a lot easier than being married to a woman.
(He starts laughing... then crying... takes yet another swig... and finishes it with a drunken guffaw.)
"The Undying" Rocko Daymon
But you and I seem to be at a disagreement. I want to rip Stalker's eyes out of his head. You want to prevent that from happening... I can only assume out of debt to that bastard for lending you an ear at a time when you were being overlooked. Because of that, we're invariably going to be on opposite sides.
I know there probably isn't anything I can say to help you realize just how delusional you are in believing Jason Reeves' nonsense... so if it means going to war with you in a ring lined with barbed wire, then so be it. I'm not afraid to fight at your level, Omega... if it proves to that piece of **** that I'm not afraid of anything.
You got involved in my business at Aggression... so now, I'm getting involved in your business. I'm going to give back a little pain and punishment of my own, Omega... to show that sick bastard that no matter who or what he puts in front of me, NOTHING will stop me from having my revenge.
If you make it out of that ring alive, perhaps you'll think again before interfering in a fight that isn't your own. If you don't, well... I'll be happy knowing there's one less crazy bastard in this sport.
(The artist working on his back finishes up, dabs a few flecks of blood away with a towel, and backs away. "THE UNDYING" ROCKO DAYMON rises to his feet with a final swig of the bottle of whiskey, and turns around to hand it over to the tattooist. On his back, we can finally see what new detailing he's done to himself: across his shoulders, a banner of words in gothic print reads: "UNRESTING - UNSTOPPING - UNDYING".)
"The Undying" Rocko Daymon
Thanks again, bub. Have one on me...
(Handing over the bottle, Rocko slips his shirt back on and walks out of the tattoo parlor. Fade to black.)
Starstruck
Moderator
Oh how the mighty have fallen
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[The camera fades in to see the broken down abandoned building of the Asylum Number Three. The all too familiar sight of Omega’s ex-domicile. The camera pans to see Omega standing in the once courtyard of the Asylum. He is sitting next to an old tree with ‘Barb’ at his side. He is holding his head as laughing. He notices the camera and looks up quickly.]<o>
</o> “The ‘Undying’ Rocko Daymon has come out of hiding to address me. Rocko let’s get right down to business because I don’t sugar-coat anything that I say. I don’t care about your losing streaks. I don’t care about what EPW titles you have worn in the past. I just care about causing as much bodily harm to everyone in the EPW. I’m not out seeking for acceptance any more. Acceptance is for those who can’t deal with the true realism in this world, the true realism that a man like me will never be accepted.” <o></o>
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[Omega twitched a little before putting his head back down.]<o></o>
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“Stalker showed me that I should only seek one thing and that’s pain. Whether it’s pain for me or pain for my adversary. It’s all relative. So what I see in front of me is a man that is not only downtrodden but also looking for pain. What sins have you committed to want pain and punishment from Omega? What transgressions has Rocko Daymon put forth in his life to make him want to step into a ring with unforgiving barbwire wrapped around the ropes?”<o></o>
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[Omega picked his head up slowly as he started to laugh, manically. He reached and grabbed the camera and pulled it in closely as the cameraman felt his warm breath near the lens. He calmly looked into the camera.]<o></o>
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“I don’t know why a man does what he does sometimes. Maybe for self worth or maybe for family. But I do know that Rocko you are a tortured man and it seems that you want to continue to be tortured. I can help you Rocko. I can take away all of your suffering. I can be the one that helps you Rocko… AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!”<o></o>
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[Omega suddenly pushed the camera back as he held his head shaking. He walked over to the tree and grabbed ‘Barb’. He took the steel chair and started to bash his head a few times with the chair. The camera caught Omega’s face with a big grin and blood trickling down his face.]<o></o>
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“This is what happens when I don’t stick to the task at hand. ‘Barb’ and they get a little upset and bad things happen to me and to you Rocko. Rocko you talk like you are actually going to survive our encounter. You speak as if you have seen true horror as you have put it. You’ve seen nothing, you’ve been through nothing. But I guarantee that you will see sick and twisted things. You will see inhumane things in that ring. Rocko you will not walk out of that ring to get your hands on Stalker. You will however be carried out of that ring.”<o></o>
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“Rocko you think you have obstacles to go through to get to Stalker. Stalker is toying with you and you don’t even know it. He can destroy in a heartbeat but he wants you to continue to suffer. Fuse was supposed to do it but he cracked and couldn’t handle it. So this is where I come in. He knows that I don’t have a conscience. I could care less about you and what you’ve been through. I only care about causing pain and Stalker led me to you.”<o></o>
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[Omega still holding ‘Barb’ looked at the steel chair picking some of his flesh off the barbwire with a smile.]<o></o>
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“You see this tree behind me Rocko. When I was a boy here I thought this tree would be here forever. I thought this tree would bloom through the darkest of days and nights. Dare I say I thought this tree was undying? But if you look at this tree now, it withers. Its bark is rotting and its leaves have all died. The tree is dying. But it’s dying from the inside out. That reminds me of you, Rocko. You claim to be undying because of the hell you have gone through but on the contrary Daymon.”<o></o>
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[Omega stood to his feet and pushed his fist through the tree as the rotting bark just pushed through like tissue paper.]<o></o>
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“You have never gone through anything like Omega before. I am not trying to prevent anything in this match. I was given an opportunity for destruction and that’s what I intend to do. Rocko are you sure you want to step in my world. I can assure you that you will not like what you find there. You may think that your life has been changed by Stalker.”<o>
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[Omega smiles as the blood continues to rapidly trickle down his face.]<o></o>
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“However I am not here to change anything else in your life. I’m here to end it.”<o></o>
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[The camera fades out to laughter.]<o></o>
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[The camera fades in to see the broken down abandoned building of the Asylum Number Three. The all too familiar sight of Omega’s ex-domicile. The camera pans to see Omega standing in the once courtyard of the Asylum. He is sitting next to an old tree with ‘Barb’ at his side. He is holding his head as laughing. He notices the camera and looks up quickly.]<o>
</o> “The ‘Undying’ Rocko Daymon has come out of hiding to address me. Rocko let’s get right down to business because I don’t sugar-coat anything that I say. I don’t care about your losing streaks. I don’t care about what EPW titles you have worn in the past. I just care about causing as much bodily harm to everyone in the EPW. I’m not out seeking for acceptance any more. Acceptance is for those who can’t deal with the true realism in this world, the true realism that a man like me will never be accepted.” <o></o>
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[Omega twitched a little before putting his head back down.]<o></o>
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“Stalker showed me that I should only seek one thing and that’s pain. Whether it’s pain for me or pain for my adversary. It’s all relative. So what I see in front of me is a man that is not only downtrodden but also looking for pain. What sins have you committed to want pain and punishment from Omega? What transgressions has Rocko Daymon put forth in his life to make him want to step into a ring with unforgiving barbwire wrapped around the ropes?”<o></o>
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[Omega picked his head up slowly as he started to laugh, manically. He reached and grabbed the camera and pulled it in closely as the cameraman felt his warm breath near the lens. He calmly looked into the camera.]<o></o>
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“I don’t know why a man does what he does sometimes. Maybe for self worth or maybe for family. But I do know that Rocko you are a tortured man and it seems that you want to continue to be tortured. I can help you Rocko. I can take away all of your suffering. I can be the one that helps you Rocko… AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!”<o></o>
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[Omega suddenly pushed the camera back as he held his head shaking. He walked over to the tree and grabbed ‘Barb’. He took the steel chair and started to bash his head a few times with the chair. The camera caught Omega’s face with a big grin and blood trickling down his face.]<o></o>
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“This is what happens when I don’t stick to the task at hand. ‘Barb’ and they get a little upset and bad things happen to me and to you Rocko. Rocko you talk like you are actually going to survive our encounter. You speak as if you have seen true horror as you have put it. You’ve seen nothing, you’ve been through nothing. But I guarantee that you will see sick and twisted things. You will see inhumane things in that ring. Rocko you will not walk out of that ring to get your hands on Stalker. You will however be carried out of that ring.”<o></o>
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“Rocko you think you have obstacles to go through to get to Stalker. Stalker is toying with you and you don’t even know it. He can destroy in a heartbeat but he wants you to continue to suffer. Fuse was supposed to do it but he cracked and couldn’t handle it. So this is where I come in. He knows that I don’t have a conscience. I could care less about you and what you’ve been through. I only care about causing pain and Stalker led me to you.”<o></o>
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[Omega still holding ‘Barb’ looked at the steel chair picking some of his flesh off the barbwire with a smile.]<o></o>
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“You see this tree behind me Rocko. When I was a boy here I thought this tree would be here forever. I thought this tree would bloom through the darkest of days and nights. Dare I say I thought this tree was undying? But if you look at this tree now, it withers. Its bark is rotting and its leaves have all died. The tree is dying. But it’s dying from the inside out. That reminds me of you, Rocko. You claim to be undying because of the hell you have gone through but on the contrary Daymon.”<o></o>
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[Omega stood to his feet and pushed his fist through the tree as the rotting bark just pushed through like tissue paper.]<o></o>
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“You have never gone through anything like Omega before. I am not trying to prevent anything in this match. I was given an opportunity for destruction and that’s what I intend to do. Rocko are you sure you want to step in my world. I can assure you that you will not like what you find there. You may think that your life has been changed by Stalker.”<o>
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[Omega smiles as the blood continues to rapidly trickle down his face.]<o></o>
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“However I am not here to change anything else in your life. I’m here to end it.”<o></o>
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[The camera fades out to laughter.]<o></o>