Post by Supreme Machine on Jan 30, 2015 12:45:42 GMT -5
The OCW newswire received this footage recently, concerning the promotion’s newest signing, Supreme Machine. It came with no foreword nor message attached. After a debate, the newswire decided to release the footage which can be found below.
The view opens up in a sight that is almost surreal. A dark room, lit only by the flickering light of a large furnace on the corner, shadows dancing on the concrete walls of a room without windows. The camera pans around, showing rusting boilers and piping and then a figure, huddled in the corner. The tiny light makes it almost impossible to discern the figure’s features, only that he is seated on the ground, hunched over with his legs crossed. A small light suddenly lights up and we are treated to a sight that makes you uneasy.
A man. Large. VERY large. A black hair in a messy tangled mane hanging over his face. Bare upper torso with skin riddled with scars in an intricate pattern, covering a chiseled physique. From behind the veil of his mane, two eyes stare at the camera. Dark, almost coal-like eyes that show no compassion, no mercy. No Kindness.
And then. A voice.
“For too long have we spent in solitude. For too long have we laid still. It is time.”
A chuckle emanates from behind the veil. An eerie one, shrill and deep at the same time.
“OCW shall be our hunting ground. We shall taste the thrill of the chase once more. The world will once again bear witness to the path of destruction we lay infront of us. And it all begins… Now.”
The man stands up, he towers at almost 7 feet. Still holding his head bowed, he continues to talk in a quiet, almost soft voice that seems out of place for his frame.
“We have seen so much. We have been through so much… Done so much. Our body bears the proof of our violent past. And our name… still elicits visions of fear… of pain… of brutality in those who know it. Be prepared… for the beast is on the hunt again… Soon… nobody can forget the name…”
He flicks his hair up, revealing a face covered by an old leather mask. From what little you can tell from behind it, the scarring continues to his face aswell. He walks right up to the camera and whispers in a menacing voice.
“Supreme… Machine…”
And with a manic cackle he returns to the corner he rose from and sits down beginning to rock back and forth as the view fades to black and a text appears to the screen.
“OCW will NEVER be the same again…. For the BEAST HAS AWOKEN…”
The view opens up in a sight that is almost surreal. A dark room, lit only by the flickering light of a large furnace on the corner, shadows dancing on the concrete walls of a room without windows. The camera pans around, showing rusting boilers and piping and then a figure, huddled in the corner. The tiny light makes it almost impossible to discern the figure’s features, only that he is seated on the ground, hunched over with his legs crossed. A small light suddenly lights up and we are treated to a sight that makes you uneasy.
A man. Large. VERY large. A black hair in a messy tangled mane hanging over his face. Bare upper torso with skin riddled with scars in an intricate pattern, covering a chiseled physique. From behind the veil of his mane, two eyes stare at the camera. Dark, almost coal-like eyes that show no compassion, no mercy. No Kindness.
And then. A voice.
“For too long have we spent in solitude. For too long have we laid still. It is time.”
A chuckle emanates from behind the veil. An eerie one, shrill and deep at the same time.
“OCW shall be our hunting ground. We shall taste the thrill of the chase once more. The world will once again bear witness to the path of destruction we lay infront of us. And it all begins… Now.”
The man stands up, he towers at almost 7 feet. Still holding his head bowed, he continues to talk in a quiet, almost soft voice that seems out of place for his frame.
“We have seen so much. We have been through so much… Done so much. Our body bears the proof of our violent past. And our name… still elicits visions of fear… of pain… of brutality in those who know it. Be prepared… for the beast is on the hunt again… Soon… nobody can forget the name…”
He flicks his hair up, revealing a face covered by an old leather mask. From what little you can tell from behind it, the scarring continues to his face aswell. He walks right up to the camera and whispers in a menacing voice.
“Supreme… Machine…”
And with a manic cackle he returns to the corner he rose from and sits down beginning to rock back and forth as the view fades to black and a text appears to the screen.
“OCW will NEVER be the same again…. For the BEAST HAS AWOKEN…”
