by DARKSPADE » Thu Oct 22, 2026 12:01 pm
>> YOU ARE HURTING.... I CAN TELL... I CAN TELL, JAIME... THE AFFECTION OF SELF IS A DANGEROUS THING.... NOW. THE HURT YOU ARE EXPERIENCING IS THE PATH TO HEALING. WITNESS IT ALL UNFOLD. <<
It has been one week since The Unholy One unleashed a haunting recap of his confrontation with NEGLIGENCE…. a calculated psychological dissection that transcended the brutality of their encounter inside the squared circle.
This was never merely about victory or defeat. It was about “Jaime”. The man beneath the name. The vulnerable soul buried beneath the armor of NEGLIGENCE, a manufactured identity forged to conceal the remnants of a former self.
Darkspade understood precisely where to strike, peeling away the layers of flesh, pride, and deception until nothing remained but the truth that NEGLIGENCE had desperately sought to bury. But how could The Unholy One understand such torment with such terrifying precision? Because Jaime and Darkspade shared a common denominator: they were both shadows of men who once existed.
The DARKSPADE….. the sundered incarnation of a being once known as Spade of Death…. a fractured vessel condemned to an eternal conflict between what he was, what he became, and what he can never reclaim.
His existence is a perpetual war, and the squared circle remains the only sanctuary where that torment finds temporary release. Every sacrifice, every shattered body, every soul claimed is another desperate attempt to silence the echoes of his former existence. Even the haunting melody of his entrance theme carries the weight of an ancient transgression. Listen carefully. Beneath its ominous composition lies the confession of a past sin that refuses to die.
JAIME and SPADE. Two names buried beneath two monsters. Two shadows condemned to wear the consequences of their own creation. The Unholy One clearly knew how to attack NEGLIGENCE…. Affection of the self is a dangerous key. As does the love of a lost wife.
The increasingly cryptic messages surrounding The Darkspade have only reinforced the unsettling reality that The Unholy One may very well be the most mysteriously dangerous entity ever to walk the halls of the SHOOT Project. To the untrained eye, his recent conduct suggests a return to the cold, calculating mastermind whose every movement serves a purpose and whose every word conceals a far more sinister intention. And perhaps that assessment is correct. Yet something has changed. THE BLACK CIRCLE. Not an alliance born of convenience, nor a gathering of egos seeking championship glory, but a covenant forged through mutual understanding, shared purpose, and an unwavering commitment to deliver judgment upon those who have poisoned the SHOOT Project with their transgressions.
Arthur. Hell Cat. And the countless others who have mistaken chaos for power and destruction for dominion. Their sins have not gone unnoticed, nor shall they remain unanswered. The Black Circle is not merely a faction; it is a promise. A reckoning. A declaration that those who have sought to destroy others will ultimately find themselves standing before the very darkness they once believed they could command. And at its center sits The Unholy One, a creature of the night whose greatest weapon has never been the strength of his hands, but his ability to reach into the darkest recesses of another man's soul and expose the truths that even death cannot conceal.
And now…. Johnny will meet Jaime in the ring… the bones not the flesh of a shell.
The scene unfolds within a chamber swallowed by an almost suffocating darkness. At its center rests a solitary black chair, occupied by The Unholy One himself. His long strands of black and silver hair cascade across his shoulders, partially obscuring a face devoid of expression
His pale, unnatural eyes remain fixed upon the emptiness before him, as though he is expecting someone…… or something- to emerge from the shadows. There is no movement. No urgency. Only the faint, haunting resonance of that familiar melody drifts through the chamber, its notes carrying the burden of a history that refuses to remain buried.
Slowly, Darkspade raises his head, allowing the silence to linger before a faint, unsettling smile forms across his lips. He knows the difference between destroying a man and destroying the illusion that allows that man to exist
“The count of three does not end thee”- as sayith by The Unholy One himself. NEGLIGENCE may have lost a match, per their first encounter, but the real damage- the one that The Unholy One was truly attacking…. The existence beneath the veil….Jaime has been exposed, and no amount of manufactured bravado can return him to the safety of his former disguise.
The Unholy One leans forward, his fingers interlocking as his gaze pierces the darkness. He has nothing left to prove. No reason to pursue. No need to threaten. The seeds have already been planted, and now he merely awaits the inevitable harvest- Johnny will take care of whatever else is left- and Jaime will regret EVER dealing with the likes of that HELL BITCH.
His voice finally breaks the silence, barely above a whisper, yet carrying the certainty of an executioner's decree:
The Darkspade: "Jaime... NEGLIGENCE... You believed the name could protect the man. But I have already seen what lies beneath your armor. I have heard the screams of the soul you buried to become what you are. And now, my friend, you shall discover the cruelest truth of all... You cannot escape the man you once were. Not even when you become the monster you were destined to be. Unlike you- I do not hide who I become- I wear my guilt, my past sins for all to bare- I have no enemy as my equal in that regards- I am safe when I say that I killed my wife…. But you. No you cower amidst a pack of wolves wishing for all to go away- it won’t- it will fester inside of you forever." Darkspade reclines into his chair as the haunting melody grows louder. Now. It's Johnny’s turn to finish what I left behind from our match - sealing your fate- awh affection of the self is a dangerous path. But now. I must set my sights onto you, Eric. Eric…. The Darkest Hour is approaching…. Its haze of righteousness is near… and when the day we meet in that ring becomes inevitable- you will, just like many countless others, will realize, that I am that monster with the magicks… with the insanity… with the KEY to unlock doors you sought to protect. And before you realize the truth- it is already over. For the Darkest Hour, it strikes. Three.”
[align=center]>> YOU ARE HURTING.... I CAN TELL... I CAN TELL, JAIME... THE AFFECTION OF SELF IS A DANGEROUS THING.... NOW. THE HURT YOU ARE EXPERIENCING IS THE PATH TO HEALING. WITNESS IT ALL UNFOLD. <<[/align]
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It has been one week since The Unholy One unleashed a haunting recap of his confrontation with NEGLIGENCE…. a calculated psychological dissection that transcended the brutality of their encounter inside the squared circle.
This was never merely about victory or defeat. It was about “Jaime”. The man beneath the name. The vulnerable soul buried beneath the armor of NEGLIGENCE, a manufactured identity forged to conceal the remnants of a former self.
Darkspade understood precisely where to strike, peeling away the layers of flesh, pride, and deception until nothing remained but the truth that NEGLIGENCE had desperately sought to bury. But how could The Unholy One understand such torment with such terrifying precision? Because Jaime and Darkspade shared a common denominator: they were both shadows of men who once existed.
The DARKSPADE….. the sundered incarnation of a being once known as Spade of Death…. a fractured vessel condemned to an eternal conflict between what he was, what he became, and what he can never reclaim.
His existence is a perpetual war, and the squared circle remains the only sanctuary where that torment finds temporary release. Every sacrifice, every shattered body, every soul claimed is another desperate attempt to silence the echoes of his former existence. Even the haunting melody of his entrance theme carries the weight of an ancient transgression. Listen carefully. Beneath its ominous composition lies the confession of a past sin that refuses to die.
[size=150][align=center]JAIME and SPADE. Two names buried beneath two monsters. Two shadows condemned to wear the consequences of their own creation. The Unholy One clearly knew how to attack NEGLIGENCE…. Affection of the self is a dangerous key. As does the love of a lost wife.[/align][/size]
The increasingly cryptic messages surrounding The Darkspade have only reinforced the unsettling reality that The Unholy One may very well be the most mysteriously dangerous entity ever to walk the halls of the SHOOT Project. To the untrained eye, his recent conduct suggests a return to the cold, calculating mastermind whose every movement serves a purpose and whose every word conceals a far more sinister intention. And perhaps that assessment is correct. Yet something has changed. THE BLACK CIRCLE. Not an alliance born of convenience, nor a gathering of egos seeking championship glory, but a covenant forged through mutual understanding, shared purpose, and an unwavering commitment to deliver judgment upon those who have poisoned the SHOOT Project with their transgressions.
Arthur. Hell Cat. And the countless others who have mistaken chaos for power and destruction for dominion. Their sins have not gone unnoticed, nor shall they remain unanswered. The Black Circle is not merely a faction; it is a promise. A reckoning. A declaration that those who have sought to destroy others will ultimately find themselves standing before the very darkness they once believed they could command. And at its center sits The Unholy One, a creature of the night whose greatest weapon has never been the strength of his hands, but his ability to reach into the darkest recesses of another man's soul and expose the truths that even death cannot conceal.
And now…. Johnny will meet Jaime in the ring… the bones not the flesh of a shell.
The scene unfolds within a chamber swallowed by an almost suffocating darkness. At its center rests a solitary black chair, occupied by The Unholy One himself. His long strands of black and silver hair cascade across his shoulders, partially obscuring a face devoid of expression
His pale, unnatural eyes remain fixed upon the emptiness before him, as though he is expecting someone…… or something- to emerge from the shadows. There is no movement. No urgency. Only the faint, haunting resonance of that familiar melody drifts through the chamber, its notes carrying the burden of a history that refuses to remain buried.
Slowly, Darkspade raises his head, allowing the silence to linger before a faint, unsettling smile forms across his lips. He knows the difference between destroying a man and destroying the illusion that allows that man to exist
“The count of three does not end thee”- as sayith by The Unholy One himself. NEGLIGENCE may have lost a match, per their first encounter, but the real damage- the one that The Unholy One was truly attacking…. The existence beneath the veil….Jaime has been exposed, and no amount of manufactured bravado can return him to the safety of his former disguise.
The Unholy One leans forward, his fingers interlocking as his gaze pierces the darkness. He has nothing left to prove. No reason to pursue. No need to threaten. The seeds have already been planted, and now he merely awaits the inevitable harvest- Johnny will take care of whatever else is left- and Jaime will regret EVER dealing with the likes of that HELL BITCH.
His voice finally breaks the silence, barely above a whisper, yet carrying the certainty of an executioner's decree:
The Darkspade: [color=#6699FF]"Jaime... NEGLIGENCE... You believed the name could protect the man. But I have already seen what lies beneath your armor. I have heard the screams of the soul you buried to become what you are. And now, my friend, you shall discover the cruelest truth of all... You cannot escape the man you once were. Not even when you become the monster you were destined to be. Unlike you- I do not hide who I become- I wear my guilt, my past sins for all to bare- I have no enemy as my equal in that regards- I am safe when I say that I killed my wife…. But you. No you cower amidst a pack of wolves wishing for all to go away- it won’t- it will fester inside of you forever." [color=#FFFFFF]Darkspade reclines into his chair as the haunting melody grows louder.[/color] Now. It's Johnny’s turn to finish what I left behind from our match - sealing your fate- awh affection of the self is a dangerous path. But now. I must set my sights onto you, Eric. Eric…. The Darkest Hour is approaching…. Its haze of righteousness is near… and when the day we meet in that ring becomes inevitable- you will, just like many countless others, will realize, that I am that monster with the magicks… with the insanity… with the KEY to unlock doors you sought to protect. And before you realize the truth- it is already over. For the Darkest Hour, it strikes. Three.”[/color]
