Post by Alicia Rose on Mar 30, 2022 12:00:13 GMT
It's a cold night, with only the sounds of owls hooting and cicadas being able to be heard as we open to what appears to be an alleyway. A male silhouette can be made out, seated atop a steel chair and flanked on either side by decrepit, graffiti covered buildings. The silhouette is attired in all black and appears to have a hood over their head, further concealing their identity.
Soon, the clock will strike midnight and it will all become clear. The world will finally see just why it is that I am here... Why this is the passage that I have chosen to take. Why it is this road, that shall lead to the world turning into rubble, just as these buildings are.
Whilst it is still unknown who the male speaking is, it appears that they chose this location as a symbol. A message of what shall become in the future. A notion backed up by the sinister inflection in their voice.
This world has been in a state of disrepair for too long. This world has been torn apart and left in a stasis, just waiting. Crying out for somebody to save it. To finally put it and its occupants out of their misery and take charge. Command the downfall so that we can start anew. That is what I plan on doing, the moment the time arrives. The moment I commence my venture along this path. Beginning with the IIW. A company that is symbolic of the ruin and chaos the world is submerged within, as turmoil is rife within it. Festering away and bringing about a state of decay with each passing second. Each second the clock ticks, is another second that the IIW is slowly rotting into the ground with nowhere to hide. No one is able to prevent the collapse, no matter how much they try. No matter how hard they wish or how hard they try, they cannot resist the fate that is calling your name.
Pausing, a chill is evident in the air with each word the silhouette speaks. Hunching forward, a glare is evident from behind the man's hood, accompanied by a sinister smile.
Nor should they wish to. For it is only when something is razed to the ground and left to become ash, that it can be reborn. That it can become just like the Phoenix and rise again. Become the portrait that it had wished to be from the very start... That is why I am here. That is what has brought me to you, as in order to truly become one with the chaos and embrace the encroaching darkness, there must first be a harbinger. One who holds the capability of razing it all so that the healing. The rebuilding can begin. A role that shall belong to me, from the moment I step into that ring and look you dead in the eye. The moment I commence tearing apart everything that you stand upon. The foundations that have brought you to where you stand today. Leaving the bodies of those who dare stand before me in my wake, broken and battered beyond human recognition. Just as I did in high school and when I entered the world of boxing.
By those words, it is now known that whoever this is, they have an accomplished history in both amateur boxing and wrestling. At least at the high school level. So, it is apparent that they have the capability to back up their words in the ring. It doesn't bring you any closer to identifying who this person might be, however. Many people fit that bill. A soft chuckle then leaves the silhouette's lips.
Everywhere I have been, I have dominated, I have gone in and made sure that everybody sees just who I am. Just what I am capable of bringing about. Smiling as they squirm and try to find a way to escape. A way to bring me down and save themselves, yet each and every time, they fail. They realize that it does not matter who they are. No matter what they have done, their efforts were bound to be futile from the start. Their destiny and failure had been sealed long before they attempted to stand up to me. When they attempted to play the role of the hero. The same will occur in the IIW, should anyone be bold enough to stand up. Rise above and become a supposed "beacon" of light, for you're not simply stepping into the ring with a man. You're not just facing another wrestler, but rather, somebody who has only pain and misery on their mind. Somebody who is willing to rip you to shreds if it means I can rebuild you. If it means I can help you transform yourself and rise again as your true self. The form of yourself that you were always supposed to be, but never truly were able to discover... Until I came along. Until I provide you with the salvation you were calling for.
He raises his right hand, slowly pulling back his hood to reveal a rugged, depraved expression across his face. His chocolate brown eyes shimmer as the light from the stars reflects off them.
All you have to do is embrace it. Accept that you are a lamb without a shepherd. A lost soul who has been floating around without knowing yourself. Without a true sense of direction. It is then, and only then, that the process can truly begin. It is then that the IIW can finally become the haven that it desires itself to be. It doesn't matter who is the one pulling the strings. It doesn't matter who is the one who wins the war going on in the shadows. All that matters is the fact that it will all be in my hands. That IIW is just a new battleground for me to control. For me to make mine. Just like time and the reaper, it is inevitable.
The distinct sound of a clock ticking can be heard, as the expression on the man's face becomes even more crazed as the chill in the air grows even more. Enough to cause shudders to resonate throughout your body and a sensation of fear flowing throughout your body. Whoever this man is, you know that you wouldn't want to be standing in this alley and facing him. Luckily, you are safe behind your screen. He cannot hurt you, or even find you from where he currently sits.
It won't be a matter of if it occurs, but when. There is no escaping it. No fleeing and entering a security bunker. No place for you to hide as the shadows creep closer and closer. You can run as fast as you want. You can try and find a wall to hide around the corner of... It's not going to help you for the shadows are trained to be like homing missiles. Heat seeking and locked in on you, so that they can swallow you whole and bring you to your knees. Looking up at the man who holds your fate in his very hands.
Opening his palm, he extends his right hand out before balling his hand back into a fist. His way of showing just how easily he can take somebody's destiny. Their fate and crush it.
The one who can take everything away from you.
His smile becomes even more twisted.
The one who can bring your very being to its end.
He chuckles once more, before rising.
Welcome to the beginning of your hell. The gates are opening and soon, the monster you fea. The phantom that haunts your nightmares comes to life. They say that the devil is in the details, but that isn't true. It could not be any further from the truth. The devil has been standing before you this entire time. You have just been too naïve to understand it. To foresee its arrival and put safeguards in place to prevent the outcome that has already been sealed. Set in stone from the very start. Now, there is nothing you can do to stop it from rising and consuming you whole. Leaving you with nothing but misery and despair as the walls close in.
The man then glares forward. A lifeless, chilling expression across his face.
I shall be the one to bring it about.
He then flashes a smirk, before taking three steps forward.
It shall be Malicious...
The feed then fades into black, with the final image being a look into this unknown man's piercing eyes. A sight that is enough to induce nightmares. Just who is he? Hopefully that will be revealed in time. All you know is that he is here. He is waiting for his moment to strike in the IIW.
Soon, the clock will strike midnight and it will all become clear. The world will finally see just why it is that I am here... Why this is the passage that I have chosen to take. Why it is this road, that shall lead to the world turning into rubble, just as these buildings are.
Whilst it is still unknown who the male speaking is, it appears that they chose this location as a symbol. A message of what shall become in the future. A notion backed up by the sinister inflection in their voice.
This world has been in a state of disrepair for too long. This world has been torn apart and left in a stasis, just waiting. Crying out for somebody to save it. To finally put it and its occupants out of their misery and take charge. Command the downfall so that we can start anew. That is what I plan on doing, the moment the time arrives. The moment I commence my venture along this path. Beginning with the IIW. A company that is symbolic of the ruin and chaos the world is submerged within, as turmoil is rife within it. Festering away and bringing about a state of decay with each passing second. Each second the clock ticks, is another second that the IIW is slowly rotting into the ground with nowhere to hide. No one is able to prevent the collapse, no matter how much they try. No matter how hard they wish or how hard they try, they cannot resist the fate that is calling your name.
Pausing, a chill is evident in the air with each word the silhouette speaks. Hunching forward, a glare is evident from behind the man's hood, accompanied by a sinister smile.
Nor should they wish to. For it is only when something is razed to the ground and left to become ash, that it can be reborn. That it can become just like the Phoenix and rise again. Become the portrait that it had wished to be from the very start... That is why I am here. That is what has brought me to you, as in order to truly become one with the chaos and embrace the encroaching darkness, there must first be a harbinger. One who holds the capability of razing it all so that the healing. The rebuilding can begin. A role that shall belong to me, from the moment I step into that ring and look you dead in the eye. The moment I commence tearing apart everything that you stand upon. The foundations that have brought you to where you stand today. Leaving the bodies of those who dare stand before me in my wake, broken and battered beyond human recognition. Just as I did in high school and when I entered the world of boxing.
By those words, it is now known that whoever this is, they have an accomplished history in both amateur boxing and wrestling. At least at the high school level. So, it is apparent that they have the capability to back up their words in the ring. It doesn't bring you any closer to identifying who this person might be, however. Many people fit that bill. A soft chuckle then leaves the silhouette's lips.
Everywhere I have been, I have dominated, I have gone in and made sure that everybody sees just who I am. Just what I am capable of bringing about. Smiling as they squirm and try to find a way to escape. A way to bring me down and save themselves, yet each and every time, they fail. They realize that it does not matter who they are. No matter what they have done, their efforts were bound to be futile from the start. Their destiny and failure had been sealed long before they attempted to stand up to me. When they attempted to play the role of the hero. The same will occur in the IIW, should anyone be bold enough to stand up. Rise above and become a supposed "beacon" of light, for you're not simply stepping into the ring with a man. You're not just facing another wrestler, but rather, somebody who has only pain and misery on their mind. Somebody who is willing to rip you to shreds if it means I can rebuild you. If it means I can help you transform yourself and rise again as your true self. The form of yourself that you were always supposed to be, but never truly were able to discover... Until I came along. Until I provide you with the salvation you were calling for.
He raises his right hand, slowly pulling back his hood to reveal a rugged, depraved expression across his face. His chocolate brown eyes shimmer as the light from the stars reflects off them.
All you have to do is embrace it. Accept that you are a lamb without a shepherd. A lost soul who has been floating around without knowing yourself. Without a true sense of direction. It is then, and only then, that the process can truly begin. It is then that the IIW can finally become the haven that it desires itself to be. It doesn't matter who is the one pulling the strings. It doesn't matter who is the one who wins the war going on in the shadows. All that matters is the fact that it will all be in my hands. That IIW is just a new battleground for me to control. For me to make mine. Just like time and the reaper, it is inevitable.
The distinct sound of a clock ticking can be heard, as the expression on the man's face becomes even more crazed as the chill in the air grows even more. Enough to cause shudders to resonate throughout your body and a sensation of fear flowing throughout your body. Whoever this man is, you know that you wouldn't want to be standing in this alley and facing him. Luckily, you are safe behind your screen. He cannot hurt you, or even find you from where he currently sits.
It won't be a matter of if it occurs, but when. There is no escaping it. No fleeing and entering a security bunker. No place for you to hide as the shadows creep closer and closer. You can run as fast as you want. You can try and find a wall to hide around the corner of... It's not going to help you for the shadows are trained to be like homing missiles. Heat seeking and locked in on you, so that they can swallow you whole and bring you to your knees. Looking up at the man who holds your fate in his very hands.
Opening his palm, he extends his right hand out before balling his hand back into a fist. His way of showing just how easily he can take somebody's destiny. Their fate and crush it.
The one who can take everything away from you.
His smile becomes even more twisted.
The one who can bring your very being to its end.
He chuckles once more, before rising.
Welcome to the beginning of your hell. The gates are opening and soon, the monster you fea. The phantom that haunts your nightmares comes to life. They say that the devil is in the details, but that isn't true. It could not be any further from the truth. The devil has been standing before you this entire time. You have just been too naïve to understand it. To foresee its arrival and put safeguards in place to prevent the outcome that has already been sealed. Set in stone from the very start. Now, there is nothing you can do to stop it from rising and consuming you whole. Leaving you with nothing but misery and despair as the walls close in.
The man then glares forward. A lifeless, chilling expression across his face.
I shall be the one to bring it about.
He then flashes a smirk, before taking three steps forward.
It shall be Malicious...
The feed then fades into black, with the final image being a look into this unknown man's piercing eyes. A sight that is enough to induce nightmares. Just who is he? Hopefully that will be revealed in time. All you know is that he is here. He is waiting for his moment to strike in the IIW.