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Burning From Within, Part III; vs. Hisoka & Koko Kasumi (Vindication III Pre-show)
Topic Started: Aug 19 2012, 03:53 AM (166 Views)
Eric Donavan
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Irish Dragon
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"Evil being the root of mystery, pain is the root of knowledge." - Simone Weil

Rhythmic thumping is the first thing we hear and right away we are cognizant of the fact that this noise is of a very, how shall we say, primal variety. There's at least some light in the place where we now find ourselves. The problem is that the light is offered by a wire-hung light bulb that's more than a few decades old. Clear with the harsh brightness of the filament obvious as it sways back and forth, sending shadows to dancing all around. Where over the previous part of the week we had seen Eric accomplish some impressive things as far as scenery goes, this place, this moment in time...it is far more...

...visceral.

What we can make out with certainty in this ten-by-ten room is sparse at best. A rickety table and an equally-weak chair sitting in front of it. The soft clinking of the light's pull-chain tapping against the bulb is easily overpowered by that constant thumping...no, constant SLAMMING...of something living against something inanimate. Every harsh impact seems to cause dust to kick up in the room. The walls are pretty base also in going with the ambience of the setting. Unpainted concrete, plain and simple. Except that there are a myriad imperfections on these walls, or at least the three we can see. Spider-web cracks over many parts of the surface, streaks and spots of red and flecks of white thread. It's almost creepy. But then we see the shadow against the darkness right in front of us. It stops as dues the pounidng. It turns...and eyes of a fiery red glow in the darkness as they glare at us. A trick of the light? A special effect? It sure as hell LOOKS real. Then that Irish brogue tinged with rage and intensity unlike what we've heard so far leaks out.


Eric Donavan: "Lucifer Hawks..."

Another smashing of living against not.

Eric Donavan: "Mark Saddington, Dunstan Montgomery..."

The eyes turn away and another pair of brutal impacts sound off. One comes off as kind of...liquid...in tone. There's a hiss from Eric and then a low, growling chuckle.

Eric Donavan: "Heh...first blood...delicious. In the House That Wrath Built we have our first taste of fresh blood in years. Woe be to you, Ace Marshall..."

The swaying of the light becomes more intense and with each impact the path of the would-be pendulum alters just a bit. A brief glimpse of the sweat-beaded back of the Irish Dragon is given, that sword tattoo prominent against his spine. His hands draw back with tattered athletic tape expertly wrapped about them down to the forearm...tape that is frayed at the knuckles and tinged not only with scraps of concrete debris but of the red of his own blood.

Eric Donavan: "Ian Rollins, Ric Turner...you taunt me like the rest, like those of the office who decided on an 11th hour switch in my match..."

He holds his arms out wide and one could swear that they could see the dark getting darker, that it was coming alive and moving in a method akin to some tentacled sea creature. Those tendrils center on Eric, drawn in with the same ease as taking an inhale of simple oxygen.

Eric Donavan: "TEAM SWAG , The Wildebeest, Priest. Steven James and my old victim Killjoy...do you have any idea what's happening here? Of course not..."

More grating, animalistic laughter as Eric unleashes upon the wall, adding more and more cracks and indentations to the surface. Dust is thick in the air now and, heavens help us, we can almost smell the adrenaline and bloodlust just emanating from this young veteran. What has prompted this change?

Eric Donavan: "Ruby Red, Reya Serra, Mr. Sadistic, Tyson Law...pray along with the rest, for the final lesson is upon us..."

At those words the Irish Dragon whips around and snatches up the chair, flinging it as though it were weightless against the wall. The already-tattered piece of simple furniture splinters against the hard surface, dropping to the floor in a heap of wooden shards and rusty screws.

Eric Donavan: "And then there were three: Nightmare, Hisoka and Koko Kasumi. Three..."

Eric, having turned to face the camera, stares into it with those glowing red eyes again. Hard to tell at this point where reality and good editing separate. He balls up one taped, dirty, bloody fist and drives it through the table on the right side. His fist goes through it with the ease of a football team tearing through a paper banner.

Eric Donavan: "Two..."

The left hand now, punching through the table with the same ease. The thing might as well be useless now but somehow it holds together. His hands still through the flaking, aged surface, Eric picks up the table so that the legs are facing outward, toward the camera. His upper half and head are hidden for the moment but the altering of his wide stance shows that something is about to give...and when he drives his head through the already-weakened table top, cracking it half, we see for just a moment the lower half of his face. Whatever ponytail had been holding that dark chocolate hair back was now a mess and several perspiration-soaked strangs hung in his face. But that white-toothed grin said more than a whole look ever good. He lashes out with both arms, sending the halves of the table off his wrists and listening with pleasure as they hit the walls as well, sliding to the floor.

Eric Donavan: "...one."

Calmly, Eric reaches up to clutch the no-doubt searing hot bulb swaying over his head, causing it to still. Some of the dust and vitae has rebounded from his efforts on the wall and is caked to his taut musculature but he pays it little mind. Black gi pants are cinched tight at the waist, his only attire for the time being. His voice still carries the harshness of his laughter from earlier but now with a thick dose of his impassive, analytical chill into the bargain. The result might as well be the voice of death passing judgment.

Eric Donavan: "I promised you a lesson on pain, Hisoka, but time has gotten away from me, it seems. Here in this room of Pain and Destruction, the center of my draconic wrath, I sometimes lose myself. It has been far too long since I entered this Crucible to prepare for a fight. And make no mistake, boy, this will be a fight at Vindication. A fight to further prove myself to the people of New Era, fans and employees alike. And a fight to take the place of a fool in a match for a treasured piece of gold that I have had my eye on from the get-go. It's a shame T-Lo couldn't be a part of this but seeing as how she's little more than a drug-sniffing twat with no respect for herself, her former friends or her career, it's for the best. However that brings us to one Koko Kasumi and I must confess that I feel...pity."

For the briefest of moments, Eric looks as though he feels some remorse. But it fades quickly enough. And his voice never tells the tale.

Eric Donavan: "Koko, I know little to nothing about your past despite your address to myself, Hisoka and the whole of the NEW World over this past week. But I know what I have seen and heard from you: enthusiasm, a desire to succeed and what I feel is a good heart beating in your young chest. But I take it all with a grain of salt. The truth will rear its cold visage in due time. Despite all this..."

He brings up a hand to push some hair back from his eyes which for the moment are back to their deep, nearly-black nature.

Eric Donavan: "...I am happy for you and for what this means for our match. You, thrown in at the last moment, have put forth more effort than Hisoka, Kendric Gates, T-Lo and Killjoy combined. You have shown that, if nothing else, you are game for what's to come. The fact that you're a woman doesn't matter to me. You're smart enough I think to know what signing a contract for this company means, one with no women's title to speak of: it means you'll be thrown in with the men to fight or falter. You know the risks and yet you step forward. You know little to nothing of myself or Hisoka, yet you are confident. And that, Koko, I respect. I welcome your presence in this match and wish you the best of luck.

And I do that because I know full well that neither luck nor enthusiasm or even a massive bodyguard are going to make a damn bit of difference when that bell rings. It is out of the burgeoning respect that I'm gaining for you that I'm going to do my best to put you down for the one-two-three. Speed may be something you have in spades but it isn't enough. Not against me. I don't have to catch you, Koko. I just have to wait for that opportune moment, pick my spot and decimate you. It's that simple. Don't think I'm underestimating you because nothing could be further from the truth. But the fact is that I've faced people like you before...women possessed of great skill, guts and swiftness. And like them, you'll fall. Not because you're a woman or because I'm bigger than you.

But because I'm Eric Donavan. And you're not."

Turning his back to the camera, Eric pounds his fist into his palm, first one side then the other. We can actually hear his teeth grinding as he spreads his arms wide again, inviting us to look around him.

Eric Donavan: " A mark for every man or woman I have laid waste to in my career. From blood enemies to top contenders for various titles to punks who thought I was an easy mark to make a name against. One day there will simply be no more room for the trophies in this Crucible. One day the walls will no longer be gray but instead painted red with my own essence. Not a single centimeter will be unmarred by the force of my desire. Perseverance, preparation and pain. Not just a mantra but a way of life in the wrestling business for me. A mantra that has carried me to heights few will ever reach, to accolades that simply cannot be matched. A mantra that will drive me to tear through Hisoka as though he were a child, to plant our new lady Koko to the canvas without remorse...and to carry on to Nightmare, to wake him up from his championship dream and begin a new era...in New Era."

Fists clench tight and Eric unleases a roar of rage as he fires off several blows against that cracked, tattered wall. The room seems to shake with the impacts but more likely it's the cameraman shaking with the camera on his shoulder, trying not to drop the several-thousand-dollar piece of tech. The shadows grow thick around the Irish Dragon once again and we can feel those ruby red eyes burning even if they aren't turned our way.

Eric Donavan: "Hisoka, you're little more than meat now. You're nothing. A footnote. Another Kendrick Gates who will fall to me as surely as Killjoy did. At least that hairy monster opened his mouth to speak. You've hidden behind your pomp and circumstance and while normally I would consider a fop like that not worth my time? I'm going to instead enjoy eviscerating you in the middle of the ring so that, at the very least, Koko and I can have a proper match. You know, one worthy of our contracts and of the opportunity for a championship match. You brought this on yourself, boy, and screams of mercy will only cause me to go deaf. And as for you, Koko, everything I would have given to T-Lo in that ring Sunday? It goes to you now. Nothing personal, but wrath and pain do not discriminate. They affect us all from the alleys to the high-rises. And I?

I am as indiscriminate as the flame when the time for battle is nigh. And it is just that, children. It is time for me to tear open the door on which opportunity knocks and grab it by the throat, pulling it down and squeezing the life out of it to get every last drop it has to offer. Any poor soul who thinks they're going to easily, if at all, take my chance for that British Commonwealth Title from me? Had better be prepared for war. I am no stranger to defeat but those who are fortunate enough to snatch it from me are no strangers to the pain that I deliver. They carry my mark for months after the fact and few are eager to step back between the ropes with the monster I can become at the slightest provocation.

Now, to some of you this might be a bit of a shock, this wrathful and borderline-evil side of me being shown today...but it shouldn't be. We all have a dark side, you see. Some hide it, some give it free reign and some are consumed by it. Mine is on a leash upon which I have a firm grip. A tug here and a twist there and I can let it out to play or make it heel. That's a power that the gym can't prepare you for and even the best trainers can't help you hone. It's one of the keys to my success. It is what I shall unleash this Sunday upon anyone who stands between me and what I covet."

Another low chuckle emits from the Irish Dragon as he unleashes a few more straight strikes to the wall...and then presses his palms against the ravaged stone, his breathing heavily and stilted with a few lingering chuckles.

Eric Donavan: "What fun we shall have. I had forgotten what this felt like, the power that comes with moments like this. Sunday night in the World's Greatest Arena before thousands of screaming fans and the possibility of going into the record books in record time. The only sensation that comes close is looking over my shoulder at the fiery wake I've left behind myself and smelling the mingled fragrances of smoke and victory it emits in my wake. Yes, the time has come. Fun indeed."

Looking over his shoulder, now half-masked in the shadows again, there's a brief glimpse of red in the single eye that stares at us. Eric narrows that eye in a glaring fashion before turning back to the wall.

Eric Donavan: "Everything burns this Sunday. Koko's chances of starting things off in NEW with a win...Hisoka's chances of proving that he's a man and not a hyper child...Nightmare's chances of escaping the Submission Match with the championship...and every other pre-show participant's chances of getting through me for the opportunity to wake up the Nightmare. EVERYTHING...BURNS!"

The shot fades to black on Eric's tattooed back, the final words spoken still reverberating around the Crucible as the feed cuts out.
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