“You either die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become The Villain,” -Harvy Dent
The world we live in exists in a sort of harmony, a natural balance in all things.
Light and Shadow
Fire and Ice
Good and Evil
Feast and Famine
War and Peace
Each having a polar opposite that can be incited to create balance when things begin to teeter in one direction or another. However where one exists the other always lurks, bides its time and threatens to strike and try to take over. As much as it is a balancing act it's always a struggle, life is harmony, life is struggle. Two sides to every story, and most people keep their darkest, deepest stories buried far beneath a layer of lies they attempt to convince everyone is the truth. Tex Attwater is no different.
It has taken me all of three months to understand what Shante was telling me, it took me a quarter of a year to decipher her musings but finally I understand. Tex is not my enemy, he is not a roadblock that stands in the way of the Nightmare Court, no he is an ally, a kindred spirit that is lost and needs my guidance. It is his power, his skill, his horror that is needed to be on our side, FULLY on our side to bring us the success and justice the Nightmare Court so sorely seeks. At Theater of War the our saga comes to an end, and the plot twist of the final act is revealed to the world. Tex Attwatter WILL join our cause
.. or be removed from the narrative.
The loud footsteps echo through the abandoned theater as we join Tyde as he walks down the aisle and towards the front row. The theater is old and in shambles, many of the seats covered in old sheets and dust blanketing everything. Only a few dim lights shine across what one could assume was once a magnificent theater. Those lights flicker on and off as if they are about to give out any moment.
Front and center of the Theater is a large stage built about 4 feet above the floor, thick mohair curtains tattered with age and neglect but still standing vigilant guarding the secrets that lay behind them. Tyde slowly walks his hands behind his back as he looks around, a large smile on his face as he takes in all that is around him. He talks a bit as he makes his way towards the stage.
“Once again the court was denied justice on Combat. Placed in a match to EARN my rightful spot, my rightful shot for the top prize of our company, of our INDUSTRY, the FNC Global Championship that is sitting on the shoulder of the sad, little emo boy Caleb Scott. His time will come, the court is not so easy to brush aside, you have Caleb escaped your fate, your judgment has been delayed for now but not forever I assure you that,”
At this point he makes it to the front row and pauses looking at the derelict stage for a few seconds before speaking again, the empty theater booms his already deep voice and causes a bit of an Echo effect as he speaks.
“You see I understand now that FATE has a journey laid out in front of me, a series of obstacles, trails if you will set up to lead me and the Nightmare Court to success. A righteous path if you will that will grant us the power, skills and abilities needed to not just succeed but conquer Combat and all of this industry. To unleash our darkness, our truth onto the world. On Combat I was trying to skip a few chapters in our story, but now I am back on the right page. You see before we can delve into the real story we must first complete the prologue. The full assembly of the court must happen for our justice to prevail,”
He slips down in a seat and gets comfortable, the drab theater is in such disrepair that several of the seats are broken and unusable. The one he sits in however seems to do the job.
“The Hamilton Establishment, smart, well connected men of ambition not just for this industry but much more. The riders in White whose set on conquest of everything in front of them, their influence will spread well past our industry and promises to keep a tight grip on all they touch,”
He strokes his beard as he pauses a bit letting the words sink in before he continues
“Shante’ Waverly, mi Amore and mistress of the dark arts. The rider in a pale dress, she toys with the very fabric of life and death itself. Giving the court guidance and vision that we would not be able to function without. Then myself, her Companion, the rider in black. It is my words that pervert the very fabric of the wrestling industry, as I have brought the darkness out in you I shall so spread this void, this hunger to others depriving the fans of all the love, the ‘entertainment’ they devour and returning the power to the court,”
He stands up and walks towards the stage, heading to the steps on the left as he slowly walks up them he continues to speak as he is walking.
“Then there is the rider in red, War itself, the violent being that destroys everything it touches. It breaks up happy homes, creates orphans and leaves the earth charred in its wake. It is horror personified, it is you Tex Attwater and on Theater of War you will give into your destiny and join our cause,”
He slowly begins to pull the curtains open. They squeak and moan as he continues to narrate.
“Pretty Technical has drawn the short straw and will be the first to face the full wrath of the Nightmare Court with War as our personal attack dog. They stand no chance but it will be a statement that the rest of the locker room had best take note of..,”
Finally the drapes are open and behind it we see a young girl with long blond hair, it's wide and tangled. She is wearing what almost appears to be a medical gown, she has bandages wrapped around her face hiding most of her features. She is sitting on the ground with cans of paint all around her, her hands covered in the paint as well. The wall in front of her has a very elaborate painting of the biblical Four Horsemen of Apocalypse
“They say Helen of Troy was the face that launched a thousand ships, but this face will be the one that releases your Horror on this world,”
He slowly begins to unwrap the face of a gorgeous young woman, she has a demented looking smile on her as she whispers her name everything goes black.
“Fiona..,”
Court is Now in Session.
–END–