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[Bryce De Jager]

This is the ritual to lead you on.

“Get salty, did you? Enough of people taking your name in vain?”

There’s a vague suggestion of Bryce's cocky smile under a dim light, the rest of him lit from behind forming a shape in the dark as he shook his head.

“What we have here is a rare opportunity to connect with people, and the best part of it all? They finally took the parking brake off to let me finally be me, to let the ink flow for the story to be written.”

The shape of his smile seems to disappear as his head shakes and he breathes.

“But of course ‘Phrase is here too, I can’t just take what’s rightfully mine without somebody getting in my way can I? Thankfully I’m a greedy soul and I can take my time and finish the job I started before I was so rudely interrupted by a coward.”


The demon stalks the dark because the light burns him, but the hunter can still lurk in his shadow as he screams, do your best work with an audience and they’ll remember your name.

“That’s right ‘brax you stopped me putting an end to a match and got your paws involved and for your sins? You get two of us and only one path to victory, I’m not going to talk down and say it’s goin’ to be easy, the leash is off for everyone, so I guess I will get to see what color an extra dimensional entity bleeds…If you bleed.”

A small smirk as whatever light that is making his silhouette seems to rise a little, illuminating his form just a little more as he speaks.

“Then we add you’ Phrase, you all seem so obsessed to go after me an my money like I think that’s what makes me better, grow up dickhead, money didn't throw mae at mud and blood and some of the toughest estate, I got my start in a world that has no canvas, ropes made of clothesline or garden hose and some of the only ways to beat people being rendering them unable to raise a shoulder.”

A long, long pause as he spits off camera and smirks.

“Does that sound like the choices of a spoiled little rich boy? But o’ course all you hear is the words and you construct you own story and become a slave to your expectations right up until I feed you your teeth ‘Phrase.”

A shake of his head and he rubs his neck.

“But let's focus on the demon in the equation, the thing that’s so scared of us it ambushes us mid match, it strikes when it feels like but has it said why? I know why…. Because it doesn't like the idea of being upstaged…as demonic as it is..Abraxes has very human motives.”

The half light catches that cocky smile growing the glint of his eyes now seen with the rest of his features staring into the camera.

“Abraxes wants to keep control of its narrative, wants to stay in the dark, where people are afraid surfacing like a u-boat or an Orca to snipe at chosen prey before sinking back into the depths, just relevant enough to stay talked about, just mysterious enough to encourage fear, you almost have to admire it’s purity.”

A slight smirk and he seems to finally let a small scoffing laugh escape him.

“Almost.”

The light once again seems to move, illuminating more of him as he keeps speaking


“But you both made a mistake, the IWF made one, Unsanctioned this is, eager as you both are …You’ve wandered into my narrative, my words…my story”

He closes his eyes with a long slow breath and smiles.

“Exactly how I wrote it, and exactly as I want it to be, unsanctioned, unfettered, unchained now you and ‘Phrase you’re mine and the story feeds and blood will flow.”

He gives a long slow grin.

“I show that Abraxes can bleed? I remove the mystery. I win it’s words become my words”

He rocks his head from side to side.


“I get to wire Phrase's jaw shut with staplers and razor wire after stuffing it with thumbtacks and superkicking him so hard he doesn’t need therapy anymore, I win.”

He comes fully into view now staying close to the camera that cocky little smirk plastered on his face.

“No matter what the result is, I win… My name is tied to yours now boys now and forever I’m going to make sure of that, no matter what, the story is getting fed.”

He licks his lips and pauses looking just off camera as he contemplates his next words and then looks right back into the lens with another scoff.

“This is my story, this match, my ritual, your cage…and when all is said and done I’ll have bathed in the blood of demons and diamonds..Only the black star will remain, the nightless night. Extreme endurance.”

His shoulders hunch and he considered the pay -per-view name shaking his head a bit.

“This isn't about Endurance it’s about imposing your will, and mine is greater than both of theirs, before the form came the word, before the word came the writer.”

He gives a long, slow smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

“I have the manuscript, I know how this horror show goes, we’re all monsters here we all want to feed…This Weekend? We’re going to but only one of us walks away, that if one of you doesn’t mist form away pulling its best Abracadabra..”

He smirks then blows the camera a kiss.

“See you soon, precious…We’re going to have some real fun, all three of us…Nobody is getting out clean, but the name on everyone's lips will be me…Thank you..for feeding the story.”

Fade out to that slight smirk.

I was not in a dark place, I was the dark place.
The source of it all.