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Post by Admin on Jul 12, 2018 23:32:11 GMT -5
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Post by allen on Aug 5, 2018 10:17:38 GMT -5
FROM THE OFFICES OF DANIEL FITZSIMMONS
To Whom it May Concern in Management,
Greetings. I am an employee of yours named Daniel Fitzsimmons though I am most well-known by the moniker Daniel Daemon. Recently I was attacked by an individual named Jace Markum at the most recent recording of the program ‘Hype’. I lodged a formal complaint against the company regarding the conduct of Mr. Markum and have yet to hear back from anyone. Or have I?
If my not being booked on the most recent episode of Hype is some sort of punishment for speaking out against the negligence of the corporate staff then I must say this reflects very poorly on you. Anyone with a brain between their ears could tell you I am an obvious contender for the EW Heavyweight Championship. I have very quickly proven myself to be a valuable asset to the Empire Wrestling brand and my presence brings veteran experience that the roster can’t help but benefit from. I currently have my eye on a potential prospect who I think shows promise but I digress.
I am overall unimpressed with the effort shown by management in general but I only offer these criticisms so you might do better in the future. The fact that my loathsome and overrated son Johnathan is booked on this next show and I am not is a travesty. The fact that you place mediocre self-aggrandizing ‘talent’ like FM Young in the main event does not reflect well on Empire Wrestling as a company. FM Young has led a campaign promoting herself as the face of this company and the future EW Heavyweight Champion and if you were to entertain the fantasies of this rampant egomaniac you would be proving yourself (selves?) to be a less than capable leader.
Please realize again that I offer this criticism in the hopes that you will improve. These are not the ravings of an individual who believes he has been cheated out of something. This is advice from a successful businessman you are fortunate enough to have in your employment. I am all ears if you wish to discuss this and any other matter further.
-Sincerely,
Daniel Fitzsimmons.
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Post by allen on Aug 24, 2018 5:42:09 GMT -5
A note to the roster-
As it stands, management seems unfit for the task of keeping order in it’s own company. Anyone with common sense could see I was justified in asking them to punish Jace Markum for his actions the past few weeks but I received no reply to my polite letter.
As such, I have weighed my options in this matter and since I seem to care about this company so much more than management does I have deemed it necessary to step in as a sort of unofficial authority figure. The conscience of Empire Wrestling if you will. Rest assured that if anyone intends to step out of line the way that Mr. Markum did in the future they will be handily dealt with. I do not require compensation for this service I intend to provide.
Your appreciation and most importantly your SAFETY will serve as payment enough.
-Mr. Daemon
P.S.
Regards to Mr. Hirano. Best of luck.
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Post by allen on Sept 8, 2018 22:25:21 GMT -5
“I suppose more than anything I am baffled.” Daniel says. Daniel’s suit jacket hangs on the back of the chair he is seated in and the sleeves of his black dress shirt are rolled up. He is still wearing his dark red vest and matching tie as a young Japanese lady gives him a manicure while he speaks to the camera.
“Jace Markum has issued his challenge and I accepted but now here we are and I am facing against Katie Shelley in a match that I am almost certain Jace will interfere in and will never get going. All I really can do is shake my head.” Daniel says, shaking his head as he said he would.
“What I am NOT, is surprised nor am I discouraged. It remains my destiny to be the greatest and most feared warrior in Empire Wrestling. And if I had a nickel for every time this companies management made an odd decision…well my pockets would be jingling.” Daniel says as his nails are worked over with an emery board.
“I am determined to make the best of the situation presented to me. Pessimism is a useless attitude in any person. Whatever happens I am determined to make a statement, whether it be intercepting the annoying flea known as Jace Markum or making quick work of the woman who bafflingly refers to herself as ‘Stutterfly’ I will make lemons out of lemonade before the night is through.” Daniel says as his cuticles are pushed back.
“Butterflies? Fleas? It doesn’t matter which insect is placed in the ring with me... an insect is an insect and they are crushed with little effort.” Daniel says. The woman finishes his manicure and Daniel takes a moment to look at his nails.
“Arigato.” Daniel says to the woman who leaves the room.
“Hmmm…I may make this a spa day. I could use some time in the sauna. Until the next time I see you, Empire faithful please remember…like it or not, I always collect my due.” Daniel says before the camera fades out.
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Post by allen on Sept 22, 2018 20:06:45 GMT -5
We open on Daniel Daemon, sitting on his desk in his office holding a glass of wine. He takes a small sip before setting the glass down.
“I am victorious.” Daniel says. There is a small pause as he inhales deeply.
“The match itself is merely a formality. I am clearly going to be the victor. I am unmatched in raw power, intelligence, and experience going into this match and anyone who thinks otherwise is lying to themselves. I have finally cast aside the flea known as Jace Markum and now I can focus on more important matters. The matter of my official Coronation as the King of this Empire.” Daniel says.
“My claims to begin with may have seemed bold but anyone who has been paying attention will tell you that I have backed up every single one of them. I only have one promise left to keep. That promise becomes fulfilled soon enough. As I said, this is merely a formality. Does anyone out there truly believe that Kurt Hullum is any match for me? Chelsea Pryce? FM Young? My Idiot son? The proper term here is ‘Foregone Conclusion’. Somewhere they’ve already got a championship nameplate ready reading ‘Daniel Daemon’. The press release is probably already written. Talk shows have been sent word to expect a seven foot special guest. An older but charming and handsome gentleman. A muscular Clooney-type if you will.” Daniel says, straightening his tie a bit.
“You can fight back if you wish. It will make little difference. I said from the beginning that the Devil would collect his due. There were scoffs. There was doubt. I have left little doubt. The scoffers have grown quiet.” Daniel says, picking up his wine glass and swirling the contents a bit.
“The Empire Heavyweight Championship is coming with me back to Hell’s Kitchen and there is not a single thing anyone can do about it.” Daniel says. He holds up his wine glass in salute.
“A toast. To the new King. Long may he reign.” Danny says before drinking the rest of the glass and setting it aside. A small drop of the red wine rolls down his cheek and he grabs a small handkerchief and dabs his face clean.
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Post by allen on Nov 11, 2018 12:22:37 GMT -5
A STATEMENT FROM THE OFFICE OF DANIEL FITZSIMMONS
I am apologizing for my actions of late.
They have been unbecoming of a professional. My dispute with Empire Wrestling management has little to do with the success of FM Young. A belated congratulations to her for her title victory, lucky as it may have been.
Lest you think I am going soft, allow me to make my plans perfectly clear.
I am going to defeat Kurt Hullum and Ash Fi. I am going to move on to face FM Young for her title and I am going to win it. Once I have the title that is rightfully mine I will use my considerable means to send Miss Young and her beau on an all-expenses paid vacation to recover from the injuries she will likely incur from her match with me. I think somewhere nice and tropical. Bora Bora perhaps? I will even arrange for travel accommodations for her giant rat to show there are no hard feelings.
Apologies to Joshua Goldstein as well as I was not in a great state of mind after that title match when he approached me. Joshua, please enjoy the tasteful fruit basket I have sent to your home as a token of my regret for chokeslamming you through a table. You are a noble (if a bit simple) man who is still striving to overcome his shortcomings as a fighter and athlete to make his way in this industry. I admire such tenacity in the face of such futile efforts and wish you the best of luck.
Again I sincerely apologize for the verbal barbs I have been casting at Miss Young. I certainly hope when all of this is over and I have my Championship we can look back on all of this and have a good laugh. I certainly have more of a sense of humor than I am given credit for and outside of the ring my reputation as a ‘big scary monster’ has been somewhat exaggerated. I am simply a man before the opening bell rings. For example, I find the hijinx and continued employment of Kurt Hullum by this company to be hilarious and am often moved to laughter just by thinking about it.
I am very familiar with the family of Ash Fi and from what I can tell I may be more familiar with this family than she is. I have been studying the work of this young lady closely. She has all the pieces to be a dominant force in this company but she sadly doesn’t quite seem to know how to make them fit together. This can be fixed. I will be in contact with her after her match to potentially discuss her future. I am by no means a young man and would like to be certain that before I retire I am leaving this industry to capable individuals.
If you read this statement then thank you for taking the time out of your day to read the musings of an old man. It is my hope in the future to be more open to my opponents and to the public in general.
With regards,
Daniel Fitzsimmons
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Post by allen on Dec 26, 2018 11:51:48 GMT -5
A STATEMENT
She holds up a mask like she has any idea what she is dealing with.
I wake up every morning, I stretch. I put on a pot of coffee. I read my emails. I go for a jog. It’s all very mundane. It’s all what you’d expect of an average man. I shop at Whole Foods. I’ve recently purchased a juicer.
I have a tie rack.
Every day I select a tie from that tie rack.
Most of them look the same.
They all feel the same.
They all feel like a noose.
They all feel like lies. Because they are lies. All of it is a lie. A lie I have to tell to continue being a part of this society.
I hate it. I hate every single second of it. I hate my coffee maker. I hate my juicer.
I.
Hate.
These.
GOD.
DAMNED.
TIES.
I feel as if I was born in the wrong era.
If time had placed me where I deserved to be, I would be in a pit surrounded by the bodies of the Gladiators weaker than me, drenched in viscera. Triumphant. Eventually declared a warrior king, begging other kingdoms to send me their finest warriors so I could crush them with ease. Not forced to put on airs.
Not forced every single day to pretend to be something I am not.
I’m done. I’m done trying to pretend that I am like you people. I’m done looking at you all presenting like animals in heat on twitter.
I’m done playing nice.
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Post by allen on Aug 29, 2019 3:33:45 GMT -5
Recorded in the home office of Daniel Daemon. Nicely decorated. Not a lot of clutter. A large painting of Daniel seated on a throne with his Empire Wrestling Championship hangs on the wall. Daniel himself seated in a comfortable office chair.
“Doubt... I feel it beginning to stir. You DOUBT your God-Emperor. You doubt He will maintain His grasp on His championship. You sense that soon someone else will take His throne. You sense His demise...” Daniel says. He smiles, his title draped over his shoulder.
“Silencing doubt is one of my many talents. The only talent I see from the lot of you... is comedy. It tickles me to no end to watch the likes of FM Young, Chelsea Pryce, The Titaness, Lacy Nelson... to see you all squabble amongst yourselves for the honor of the relevance that comes from just having your name next to mine on a marquee. One of you will get your shot and you’ll tell everyone who will listen about how much you overcame the odds to step into the ring with Him... but did you overcome the odds like poor Zoey Mathews-Mitchell did. This company threw everything at Zoey to make her prove herself worthy to share a ring with me. She came at me with everything she had and it got her....... nothing and what you all had hoped would be a new beautiful and perfect Underdog story... served only as a cautionary tale that every single one of you has been too DENSE to understand. So please for the sake of your friends and your loved ones pay attention... I am the stone that has stood tall in the sea for ages. You? Are the waves. Some of you meek and some of you mighty... but I will remain unmoved as one by one every single one of you breaks yourself upon me.” Daniel’s mouth creeps into a smile. It is rare to see the Devil smile but it is never a good sight.
“Sam Hamilton. The Titaness. Every moment you are on Empire programming you say the same line about how ‘Well I just want to face Him to prove myself and knock Him down a few pegs and even if it isn’t for the title yadda yadda yadda...’ and I just taste...bile and I have to consider what it is about you saying it that sickens me so much. It could be that you’re a commoner so very unworthy of sharing a ring with me but that doesn’t make you any different from anyone else in this company. No... it’s because you think swinging a chair at the rest of the dregs of society known as this companies ‘Extreme’ division puts you on my level. Oh dear... I’m so sorry but that makes you LESS than a commoner. You and the rest of the Court Jesters who make up that... FARCE of a division. You want to knock me down a few pegs? Ma’am, I’m afraid the person capable of that is currently busy spending time with Scooby-Doo, Batman, and several other people who, like them, simply don’t exist.” Daniel says. He takes the title off of his shoulder and gazed at it for a moment.
“What is the tale they will tell of you, Sam? Here’s a spoiler...You strived for very little. You accomplished very little. Then the God-Emperor dropped you hard where a crown could’ve gone if you weren’t so pathetic. All Glory to Him. All Glory to The Devil Of Hell’s Kitchen. All Glory to The God Emperor of Empire Wrestling.” Daniel holds up his title as he says this, that troubling smile becoming a smirk as the camera fades out.
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