Post by rawisrey on May 18, 2021 22:31:08 GMT -6
After a few moments of silence after Rollins is finished, Wyatt begins to laugh heartedly down at him from the tron.
Bray Wyatt: Slaying demons? Hahahah That's the entire issue Sethy-poo, You're so enthralled with being this Grand Hero, this Messiah and Savior that you make the whole world around you out to be evil. Every true villain believes in their heart to truly be doing right, but I'm not the bad guy. I'm not a monster, heh heh, I'm something you cannot fathom. Since we're taking inspirations from books, look at H.P Lovecrafts works. Today if you searched for the images of his creatures you'll find so many versions of what he describes, but he himself describes them as Indescribable. You think I'm a monster, because that is the closest thing your mind can approach to comprehending to describe what you're ready to face. But Ev-Ry-Thing You can think up in your big boy brain, is wholly inadequate to approach wholly the incomprehensible phenomena that is...heh heh...Me. But speaking about Me, Me also wanted to get to know the two of you since Paul E. decided to so eloquently speak himself!
Bray Starts to laugh as he crosses his hands in front of him in a resting position, suddenly the screen begins to glitch out with static.
The image replaced with Wyatt standing in the woods in plain daylight.
Bray Wyatt: Light? Darkness? Mr. Heyman how right you are, but your perspective man. You've got it aallll wrong, ya see ya'll call me darkness because I'm different. That's all anyones ever been able to do with me, judge me and write me off as darkness. Ya know why I think that is man? I think that the laymen cannot believe what he does not see, and because you can't figure me out. Because I don't fit in your cookie cutter world, because I'm not a riddle you can solve or a labyrinth you can navigate, People like you always think I'm just Nothingness. I'm Darkness to you, because in darkness you are unable to see and you fail to see me. Well figure this one Paul and Seth, everything all around you is a riddle, as am I. Open to the worlds interpretation, Seth is all about figuring out his opponent. Finding out how they work, who they are and using it to solve the way to beat them. But Who am I? WHAT am I? I'm everything man, I am the grass beneath ya'lls toes, the flint mixed into the match, the air that you fill your lungs with.
Bray tilts his head back and takes a long deep breath of air, before he lowers his head and opens his eyes. For a split second there is only whiteness in them, as his pupils roll from the back of his head back to facing forward.
But Darkness? Man, I'm not entirely sure ya'll recognize what it is you're accusing me of. Ya see, Mr. Rollins right there seemed obsessed with the dark at an early age. Mr. Blackout, that seed has grown towards the light of the sun sure, but the roots are deep beneath the soil my friend. I stand here before ya'll in the sun, bright and shining across the earth. But ya'll man, even when you sing the praises and champion the name of light...it's all just artificial man. What would your bright yellow lights you're a fan of, look like our here man? No one would even notice them in the sun, but if ya fill the arena with a little darkness then your light shines brightest. I see you Seth, I see you like no one has ever seen ya before. Cause I know how you truly manipulate, how you truly think. You know that it doesn't matter how bright a light is, unless the world it's shining on is dark enough to show it. Mr. Heyman you follow a False God, a grand one, a convincing one, but one nonetheless.
Bray lowers his head, his hat hiding his face as he continues speaking.
So convincing in fact, I believe he even convincing himself. But I can't blame him man, nah, he's just human. Every night just like anyone else in that arena, no matter how faster, more athletic, or better he may be...Seth lays his sweet head down on his pillow to dream. Ironic no? When in the dark, people become filled with fear because they cannot see...why are they afraid of what they cannot see? Because their own minds come up with the monsters. You remember the horrible and terrifying things from your entire life and build them into a Frankenstein's invention designed solely to come for you. But in our dreams, we're Magical. We become Super Heroes, GODS of our own world. We can dream of Revenge and conquering, and making the world a better place single handedly...and that is when you Wake up. When you wash your face, look in the mirror and remember that you are not Special, you are not...A God and you can't really fix anything. Instead, you convince yourself that it's all gonna be okay in the end, but naaaaah man Everything is NOT Okay Seth. That world you've created in your dreams, that world where you slay me and become the UWF Champion and save the universe....it is a Great...DELICIOUS. world...One I'm looking oh so forward, to devouring.
Wyatts head slowly lifts, so you can see only a gleam of light in his eyes from underneath the brim of his hat.
Since you're so fond of quoting verses Mr. Heyman, I thought it fair to recommend you one to read to your associate. Perhaps it's meaning is not the one you would initially get from it, but isn't that what the good book is all about? Finding your own meaning within it...So I say unto you so that you may spread towards your client: 2 Samuel 18:23 - “Come what may,” he said, “I will run.” So he said to him...“Run.”
The screen is filled with static and random images of undisnguishable objects before it returns to the Funhouse where Wyatt is chuckling as if nothing happened.
Heh Heh Ya see? I had a feeling you two would get along, but enough about all that Super Serious quoting and blah blah blah. Seth, this is about everything you said being wrong...and right at the same time! I didn't think it was so possible, but now that I think about it. There are so many things that are Oh so bad for you but feel Oh So good hahaa. So Seth, you are a truly FUN prospect, but you are blinded by your own skill to recognize the danger of the situation you've entered. All your names are Fun trips down memory lane, but all of mine are ones you can't find anywhere else any more. So Seth, do you want to be like them or do you want to become stronger? The choice is really up to you. We can have a rip roaring fun time, or we can play for keeps. Either way...haha...It's a game you're far unprepared to play.
Bray Wyatt: Slaying demons? Hahahah That's the entire issue Sethy-poo, You're so enthralled with being this Grand Hero, this Messiah and Savior that you make the whole world around you out to be evil. Every true villain believes in their heart to truly be doing right, but I'm not the bad guy. I'm not a monster, heh heh, I'm something you cannot fathom. Since we're taking inspirations from books, look at H.P Lovecrafts works. Today if you searched for the images of his creatures you'll find so many versions of what he describes, but he himself describes them as Indescribable. You think I'm a monster, because that is the closest thing your mind can approach to comprehending to describe what you're ready to face. But Ev-Ry-Thing You can think up in your big boy brain, is wholly inadequate to approach wholly the incomprehensible phenomena that is...heh heh...Me. But speaking about Me, Me also wanted to get to know the two of you since Paul E. decided to so eloquently speak himself!
Bray Starts to laugh as he crosses his hands in front of him in a resting position, suddenly the screen begins to glitch out with static.
The image replaced with Wyatt standing in the woods in plain daylight.
Bray Wyatt: Light? Darkness? Mr. Heyman how right you are, but your perspective man. You've got it aallll wrong, ya see ya'll call me darkness because I'm different. That's all anyones ever been able to do with me, judge me and write me off as darkness. Ya know why I think that is man? I think that the laymen cannot believe what he does not see, and because you can't figure me out. Because I don't fit in your cookie cutter world, because I'm not a riddle you can solve or a labyrinth you can navigate, People like you always think I'm just Nothingness. I'm Darkness to you, because in darkness you are unable to see and you fail to see me. Well figure this one Paul and Seth, everything all around you is a riddle, as am I. Open to the worlds interpretation, Seth is all about figuring out his opponent. Finding out how they work, who they are and using it to solve the way to beat them. But Who am I? WHAT am I? I'm everything man, I am the grass beneath ya'lls toes, the flint mixed into the match, the air that you fill your lungs with.
Bray tilts his head back and takes a long deep breath of air, before he lowers his head and opens his eyes. For a split second there is only whiteness in them, as his pupils roll from the back of his head back to facing forward.
But Darkness? Man, I'm not entirely sure ya'll recognize what it is you're accusing me of. Ya see, Mr. Rollins right there seemed obsessed with the dark at an early age. Mr. Blackout, that seed has grown towards the light of the sun sure, but the roots are deep beneath the soil my friend. I stand here before ya'll in the sun, bright and shining across the earth. But ya'll man, even when you sing the praises and champion the name of light...it's all just artificial man. What would your bright yellow lights you're a fan of, look like our here man? No one would even notice them in the sun, but if ya fill the arena with a little darkness then your light shines brightest. I see you Seth, I see you like no one has ever seen ya before. Cause I know how you truly manipulate, how you truly think. You know that it doesn't matter how bright a light is, unless the world it's shining on is dark enough to show it. Mr. Heyman you follow a False God, a grand one, a convincing one, but one nonetheless.
Bray lowers his head, his hat hiding his face as he continues speaking.
So convincing in fact, I believe he even convincing himself. But I can't blame him man, nah, he's just human. Every night just like anyone else in that arena, no matter how faster, more athletic, or better he may be...Seth lays his sweet head down on his pillow to dream. Ironic no? When in the dark, people become filled with fear because they cannot see...why are they afraid of what they cannot see? Because their own minds come up with the monsters. You remember the horrible and terrifying things from your entire life and build them into a Frankenstein's invention designed solely to come for you. But in our dreams, we're Magical. We become Super Heroes, GODS of our own world. We can dream of Revenge and conquering, and making the world a better place single handedly...and that is when you Wake up. When you wash your face, look in the mirror and remember that you are not Special, you are not...A God and you can't really fix anything. Instead, you convince yourself that it's all gonna be okay in the end, but naaaaah man Everything is NOT Okay Seth. That world you've created in your dreams, that world where you slay me and become the UWF Champion and save the universe....it is a Great...DELICIOUS. world...One I'm looking oh so forward, to devouring.
Wyatts head slowly lifts, so you can see only a gleam of light in his eyes from underneath the brim of his hat.
Since you're so fond of quoting verses Mr. Heyman, I thought it fair to recommend you one to read to your associate. Perhaps it's meaning is not the one you would initially get from it, but isn't that what the good book is all about? Finding your own meaning within it...So I say unto you so that you may spread towards your client: 2 Samuel 18:23 - “Come what may,” he said, “I will run.” So he said to him...“Run.”
The screen is filled with static and random images of undisnguishable objects before it returns to the Funhouse where Wyatt is chuckling as if nothing happened.
Heh Heh Ya see? I had a feeling you two would get along, but enough about all that Super Serious quoting and blah blah blah. Seth, this is about everything you said being wrong...and right at the same time! I didn't think it was so possible, but now that I think about it. There are so many things that are Oh so bad for you but feel Oh So good hahaa. So Seth, you are a truly FUN prospect, but you are blinded by your own skill to recognize the danger of the situation you've entered. All your names are Fun trips down memory lane, but all of mine are ones you can't find anywhere else any more. So Seth, do you want to be like them or do you want to become stronger? The choice is really up to you. We can have a rip roaring fun time, or we can play for keeps. Either way...haha...It's a game you're far unprepared to play.