Post by Zolton on Jul 16, 2023 1:36:56 GMT -5
”Angels. Demons. Monsters. Heroes.
As the world turns.
Angels appear and disappear.
Heroes rise then fall.
Monsters grow and fall.
Demons manipulate and destroy.
One cannot face the evil.
One cannot defeat the monster.
One cannot rise as a hero.
One cannot appear as an angel.
Only one thing rises and remains steadfast.
That one is Legendary. They are pure CHAOS!!”
As the world turns.
Angels appear and disappear.
Heroes rise then fall.
Monsters grow and fall.
Demons manipulate and destroy.
One cannot face the evil.
One cannot defeat the monster.
One cannot rise as a hero.
One cannot appear as an angel.
Only one thing rises and remains steadfast.
That one is Legendary. They are pure CHAOS!!”
Reign of Chaos: Epilogue!!
*As our vision comes into focus, clearly after what seems as if blinks of eyelids. We see clearly, an open area brightly lit. Plain white with smears of red across the white wall. The lights illuminate brightly across the wall. Our vision goes dark then back to the wall. Almost like a blink. What is that? Do we have eyelids suddenly? As we begin to ponder such a preposterous notion the wall begins to turn purple. The red smears seem to slowly fade into a gray wash, as if claw marks are strewn across the purple wall. We begin to scan the wall back and forth. Another strange sensation for us to feel. Another preposterous thing for us to ponder. Her voice begins float over our auditory receptors. Comes in clear and incredibly.*
Legends tend to have some seeds of truth to their tales. Demonic possessions. Angelic healings. Heroes saving a city. Monsters demolishing cities. But there is one legend that is nothing but the truth. Fact. He is the only one to reign over a company without any sway away from the kingdom he reigns over. He has always represented his kingdom proudly without wavering. Yet the ones running around the kingdom deems him unworthy of his crown. The return of his kingdom was scarred with lackluster performances. Unworthy challengers named for the crown he holds proudly.
*Her voice floats away with an angel’s wings. We continue to move back and forth, scanning the wall that is growing more purple with each scan. The smears seemingly more aggressively looking. Vicious even.*
The peasants. The mouth breathing peons. Even those that tend to think they are worthy to even step foot in the same stage as the reigning king. Yet they aren’t. They are not even worthy to eat the cheetos the other mouth breathers leave in the tubs they eat from.
*Her voice trails off again. Appearing now in our scans of the wall is a tall dark figure. One of a fearsome height, casting a shadow across the walls that was immense. It can be only one person that instills fear in us, even as we become more evolved as they as the word is we believe. Is that even a possibility?*
You all forgot about him. You all failed to remember he even existed until he arrived. Until he finally revealed himself to you all. He wasn’t even a part of your thought processes. The world you all once knew has changed. Has gone to hell as they say. But do not fret, for the restoration of the old world into the new has finally arrived to carry the kingdom to where it has always belonged. He is the Creator of Chaos. He is your current reigning, defending and without any dispute, the World Heavyweight Champion of the World Wrestling Headquarters.
*Her voice again echoes off into the heavens. After a brief pause, his voice enters the realm. Stern. Deep. Enveloping.*
“Yes. The kingdom of World Wrestling Headquarters has been left to the little mice. Little did they know and realize that the cat was never away. Only standing back and observing their absurd behavior. Two have risen above the rest. Either by sheer happenstance. An actual accident or they are truly where they belong. At the feet of their king wanting a piece of his pie. But at my feet is where they shall remain. They may think to themselves that they belong among the elite. There are others that feel the same, but unfortunately to the dismay of you all, there is only one elite. There is only the elite of the elite. And you are looking at him. I am the only one who belongs at the top of the mountain. The peak belongs to Zolton.”
*His voice trails off too as his shadow begins to shrink, although his mere size is gigantic but at this angle he seems about normal. His piercing blue eyes throw holes through us as we stand absolutely still. Almost as if petrified to the spot we stand.*
“So upon the official return of the kingdom I reign over. It was called Ascension. There, a night filled with matchups to name contenders. Supposed contenders. The way of the ones in charge. As I saw it, those that were crowned as contenders for the crown within my possession. The World Championship title. The only championship that matters. It is mine. It is a championship that I busted my ass for over three years to even earn a shot at it let alone to capture. Now we have a has been that used to have glory within the kingdom I rule. And a new face to some, others not so much. They defeated no names. They earned their opportunity by fighting in one fight and somehow achieved the victory that named them as the top contenders for this championship that I hold as dearly as I do my son. You see Striker and Austin, just because you decided to join back up with this company. And somehow found your way into the top matchups of the first Ascension and achieved the victory. That does not mean that you two are truly worthy of the gold that I carry? Do even think that you are worthy to step foot inside the ring with me.”
*The wall that is glowing purple now behind Zolton, almost comes alive as his words trail off. He moves out of the purple into what was red smears but looks like giant claws, or tears created by claws.*
“Jamie Austin. A woman of a lineage of checkered remarkability. Miss Austin, you arrived and made an impact yet since you have only shown bits and pieces of the potential you may possess. Winning big, then losing small. Losing big, winning small. For you to even have dreams of carrying the torch of this company, that way of doing things isn’t good enough. Not even close to good enough. You see Miss Austin, to be the one that can carry this entire company on their back, you need moxy. You need nerves of steel and of course have the killer instinct to put an end to a foe, no matter what measures needed. You lack all of this. Your inability to achieve victory even in the most miniscule moments is not what a true champion would do. Living. Breathing. Bleeding for the company you are the king or queen of is all that should matter. You see Miss Austin, while the World Wrestling Headquarters was working out what they needed to work out. I carried their name with me. I fought for them in various areas of this world. In this business I was a proud World Champion and I was achieving success in this industry where you could not. This company needs me. It craves who I am and what I stand for. Miss Austin, you have arrived at the top of the mountain. One place that is too cold for many to even come close to. Yet here you are. You’ve arrived as a championship contender. Yet this is where your climb ends. Some say that you are the underdog looking to become the dark horse in this little dance of three. But as I see it, you are just a misguided tourist that doesn’t belong. Many only dream of reaching this point in their career. Hell, many only just dream of reaching the basecamp of this mountain. Miss Austin, you’ve achieved very few could even in their wildest dreams. Yet here you are. Welcome to the top of the mountain. The coldest point of it. Yet you have forgotten your parka. Your ear muffs. Your long pants and fancy boots. Not enough equipment to achieve the peak of the mountain, let alone to remain here for any length of time that would be worth talking about. It is time to send you back down the mountain, where you belong. For you the dream ends at Mankind Divided.”
*His words are so cold, yet filled with feeling and honesty. His fierceness is abundant. His dominance is a true spectacle. Then our auditory receptors are greeted with the angelic voice of Little Miss again, a reprieve from the aggressiveness of Z.*
Yes, Jamie Austin has reached the point in her career in World Wrestling Headquarters that she will not be able to move past. Yet the world seems to be rooting for her. Hoping for her to come out of this three way dance as the victor.
“Now it is time to go over the facts that lay before us concerning one Jacob Striker. One that also fought one matchup and achieved victory. Where you differ from Miss Austin, you were able to achieve victory after victory. Amazing considering your inability to stay on such a track in your past. Your career has been one that has nothing to write home to mother about. Nothing too exciting now is it. Striker you have been on a roll. Although impressive to most, yet here I stand without an ounce of being impressed. You’ve gone into the realm that I lead valiantly and fought like a warrior, but the thing is those battles you achieved victory in were handicapped. They were slanted for you to be the big winner. You see, your path to this championship has been one of success, yet with such taint to it. You may have been a hot shot back in the earlier years of World Wrestling Headquarters, but that was then. That was before the monster you see before you. I’m the legendary monster from your childhood nightmares Mister Striker. Where do you think you are going to go if you are able to overcome this trial that stands before you? You think you can carry this company on your back with falter? Without buckling at the knees? As I see it you cannot. You see through the years that I fought for this company. World Champions came, drank their cup of coffee, once they were bested, they ran. Champion after champion. Yet here I stand. The one who didn’t run. Who didn’t walk off into the sunset as the doors closed…. Again…. On this place. Where were you? Oh that’s right, already off into the mansion you live in. Caring for your many trinkets? Wherever it was, you came back here and showed well for yourself. Now you’ve reached the end of your rope as well. A champion is everything in this business. Being one is even more than that. I see you collapsing at the mere thought of being the World Champion Striker. Welcome to your final hora. The bottom of the mountain is where you belong. Be the gatekeeper that you have always been. At Mankind Divided, the current king will remain as such. The Reign of Chaos has……. Rebegun.”
*As his final word echoes throughout the room, almost deafening, even to us. The wall behind him shifts in a strange way. Revealing a beast seemingly in the distance. His outreached claw slashing at the air before us. Quite stunning and scary at the same time. Just as it flashes before us it disappears and the room goes completely dark. Even blinking we can't focus on what might be before us. We remain in silence and darkness. So nothing. An endless vestibule of pure black and deafening silence. We. Reach. The. End.*