Turmoil 123: MAY NINETEENTH, Introduction of Nightmare Promo

[Cactus Gauge]

Screen fades to black as Nightmares song begins to play. Chains are heard crashing together in the background. Screen pans up to s shadowy figure wearing some kind of mask. A faint light is on in the back right backdrop as the room is filled with mist.

Nightmare: Dreams. They come, invited or not. They arrive at the doorstep of your sleep, without being asked. Gifts. Sleepy gifts from the Gods of your imagination. While you rest, they entertain you.

 

But not all dreams are sweet dreams. Not all dreams end with fairytale closure. Some dreams control you in your sleep. Some dreams awaken you like a cold, damp alarm clock from your inner most being. Those dreams are nightmares and these are not childs play. Instead they are my playground, the canvas in which I place my very best work. On the empty platform of your sleep, I perform for my own pleasure. I know what haunts you, I know what disturbs you, I know was scares you - and there is no avoiding me.

 

The OCW has lived a dream. The dream that has reached legendary status. Champions, pay-per-views, promos, characters, friendships and a large audience. But every dream needs a good nightmare, just like every good story needs villain. Though, I am not here to entertain you, no - instead I am here to make you face your fears. My invitation isn't needed and your cries for help won't be heeded. No one can keep you from me, for sleep avoids no one.

 

Run. Run as fast as you can, because the harder you run the quicker I arrive. Your drinks won't keep me away, your pills won't stop me from showing up. The more you try, the less successful you will be. Your attempts to avoid me will only help me arrive quicker. Your attempts to keep me away will only strengthen my pull on you. So run. Keep running - your building my power with our panic.

 

This week Joe Zhivago, your dreams turn into my canvas. Your sleep, is my invitation. It's time to face your fears - the fears of never reaching your full potential. You don't know me but you will dance with me. You've never met me, but you will be my subject. For dreams are powered by your inner most being - the strings of which I use for my performance.

 

Time for a nap. I'll see you on the other side Joe. Nighty night....

 

Screen fades back to darkness as music fades away.