A Fiery Sacrifice (SuMa vs Raab Dominion 25)

A Fiery Sacrifice (oncam)

The view opens to show a darkened room with a single spotlight illuminating the center of it. On the edge of the light stands the massive frame of Supreme Machine, back turned to the camera. His bare torso glistening in the pale light, with the intricate web of scars that crisscross his skin reflecting it in unpredictable patterns. SuMa slowly turns to face the camera, his face hidden behind a greasy veil of black hair. But his eyes, those black, coal-like eyes stare emotionlessly from behind that veil. And when he speaks, his gruff voice echoes from the bare walls of the room he is in.

“A long silence shall be broken. Parabellum was the first taste of what we can do. Victory slipped our grasp… But the means to accomplish said feat showed that we are more than a mere man. Thrown off a bridge… Ran over by a car. And all that only barely prevented us from grasping victory.”

He walks fully into the light and sits down crosslegged.

“Yet it is not in our character to remain cursing a lost chance. One chapter closes and another opens. Not having a fight at Dominion 24 was a disappointment as we were looking forward another sacrifice… Yet none was forthcoming. Instead an old battle was lit up. A battle we thought we had already put behind us. A Raven stalking our steps. It is a battle we look forward to. The first round went to him… But we are not finished with him. Whatever comes in the future shall lay the issue to rest for good.”

He pauses for a moment, rocking back and forth while a low, menacing chuckle emanates from deep within his chest.

“But it was not just the Raven who traced our steps at Dominion… A praying man did so as well. A Fool in the shape of a man. Someone who gave us a wide berth at Parabellum. Only one man fits that bill. Ares Vendetta. The Preacher. For him, we offer a perfect foil as every religion… Every cult needs a great enemy to rail against. If the Preacher wishes to name us their great enemy… So shall it be. We shall take their righteousness and holiness and send them to the deepest pits of hell. And long after our clash has passed they will rue their choices… Because you do not challenge us and walk away unscathed…”

He violently whips his head up, removing the cascading hair from his face to reveal the old leather mask that covers his face and the scars underneath.

“But before either the Raven or the Preacher there is Dominion 25. And our foe, Jake Raab. A name we know from elsewhere. A man whose cousin is far better suited to lock up with us… Yet we welcome this battle. Parabellum left doubts in the minds of many when it comes to the threat we embody. Many saw us not winning and have already counted us out of the proceedings. We will teach just how wrong everyone is about that. Jake Raab will undoubtedly walk into Dominion thinking he has an easy night. He looks at us and sees at best his cousin. He thinks he knows how to deal with men like us… when he fails to realize that there are NO men like us.”

SuMa stands up and extends to his full height, the muscles tensing under his scarred skin as he continues with a tone that has a clear mocking undertone.

“We have seen so many “monsters” and “freaks” over the years… either avoiding us in the fears of ruining their image of dominance… or foolishly challenging us out of arrogance and complacency. We have crushed them all. We are not a monster. We are not a freak. We are a force of nature. You do not defeat us. You SURVIVE us… We care not for wins or losses. We care only for the damage we inflict. The Raven knows that. Technically he has defeated us… but after trying to burn us alive… after hurling us both off a roof… he got the pinfall… but we recovered faster than he did. We are already in fighting fit while the Raven still struggles with the mental and physical scars of the encounter we had in Reno…”

Cocking his head slowly from side to side, SuMa looks almost thoughtful as he continues his monologue.

“So Raab… Are you prepared to go the distance? Do you have it in you to risk your own life and limb to survive us? We do not think so. To us, you seem like not a predator. Not an alpha. You are but prey. A zebra in the world of lions. You should have stayed in the octagon… Where you are most at home. Because those abilities do not directly translate to the squared circle. You can punch and kick all you want… they won’t faze us. You can try to trap us in submission maneuvers… they will not work. You are a man who is used to throwing his weight around to get his way… yet you are hopelessly outmatched when it comes to us. You must try to adopt a new strategy. One of hitting and running. And pray to whatever deity you worship that you can outlast us…”

He begins to laugh once again, an act that leaves an unnerving impression as it doesn’t reflect in his eyes or the rest of his bodylanguge.

“But no amount of prayer or hoping will aid you Raab. Once that bell rings… your chances live only until we get a hold of you. You are not a lightweight… you have no experience in trying to outrun your opponent… And since you are physically outmatched… you will make a mistake. You will fall to our grasp and then you will be crushed. It is inevitable. A question of when, not if. And if you are a smart man… If you understand the predicament you are in… you will go to your cousin the masked Lord Raab and ask him how to fight someone like us. It will give you a chance not to win but to survive us. It MIGHT teach you how to handle someone like us who stands above you as a force unparalleled. “

The beast closes into the camera, his eyes staring not into the lens but beyond it. Through it.

“Dominion 25 will be a trial by fire for you Jake Raab. An unprecedented challenge. When the dust settles and the bell rings and you get carried out of the ring as a broken husk of a man… you will regret your choice of coming to Wrestleworld. You will regret the chain of poor decisions that lead you to this moment. But if you do survive with your body and mind intact you will be stronger for it. Maybe you will even finally possess the characteristics required to measure up to your family. Maybe after you survive us Jake Raab… You won’t look like the odd one out in the company of Lord Raab and Konrad Raab. The third wheel. You are facing your destiny at Dominion 25 Jake Raab…”

With one quick movement he snatches the camera off whatever surface or tripod it was in and lifts it high above his head, filming himself in a downward angle. And with a voice that is barely a whisper, he makes his final threat.

“Make peace with your affairs… because we are Destruction Personified… We are Supreme Machine. And you… are just another victim.”

He smashes the camera against the ground violently and the view fades to black.