Heir to the Throne : A Game of Thrones

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When shall we three meet again? In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
When the hurly-burly’s done, When the battle’s lost and won.

“The Heir to the Throne.”

We cut to video of Roberto Verona, Xavier Cross and Redcap’s journey through the tournament.

“Chaos is a ladder. Many who try to climb it fail and never get to try again. The fall breaks them. But oh how we have climbed. To some chaos is their business, a thing to trade and play. "

Image of Dean Harper Holding aloft the Heavyweight belt.

“The time for games is over, but chaos is here to stay.”

We fade in to the mask of the Redcap, sat on a throne made of wrestling ring parts, patched together and held together by Tape, turnbuckles and willpower.

“We three princes seek to claim an empty throne and we all do it for noble reasons. Though some are more noble than others we seek to raise the banner again. Some to prove they can, some because they feel responsible and other because they see it as their sworn duty. All of us for all those reasons and many more, but the fact remains there can only be one Heir”.

The Redcap’s legs cross one over the other and chuckles as a foot bounced idly in the air.

“We go to Legacy, where we will decide under the Canadian sun, who between Verona, Prometheus and I will ascend to their rightful place to face Dean Harper, a child of wolves.”

A nod of his head.

“Gentlemen, let us Dance and sway.”
--
The months of mild solitude had been taking their toll, watching and listening with keen eyed wonder to each and every syllable and word uttered by everyone, and now all there was left was to train, sweat pouring form him as he lifted each weight and was staring at that red mirrored mask, now starting to show signs of wear and tear form the long battle, form the silver path he had woven in each and every breath.

Remember why you’re doing this, never forget it has to be you.

It was almost an obsession, he could feel it itching under his skin. He couldn’t explain why this single drive fired at h him so, and he almost ruined it again and again, wanting to show everyone that it had been him, even telling Viv and AJ felt like a betrayal.

He just knew that after all was said and done his might be one of the few voices that would be heard.
His face would make Dean waver, his conviction would make Dean Stumble.

 It just might be enough.

This wasn’t destiny, this was right and wrong, the rules had changed.
And he had to try and make it right, he had to try, nothing was going to stop him.

No one was going to stop him, that was his price, that was the always the price it always had been.

They were going to do this forever.

And he had to be better.

You have to be better, for them, for everyone.

But of course there was always time for the hunt at hand.
--
“Sweet Prometheus, your time with me is owed, we danced and swayed and I leapt to great heights and merry meet and merry part to merry meet again, where we battle for the prize we both desperately wish, that of facing Dean Harper, you want to do right by The Blood God, do right by yourself.”

The Redcap stands from the Throne and starts to walk around a hand dusting off the seat as his tone turns mirthful.

“A man who wishes to bring fire against Olympus, our cause is the same Prometheus but your sins they are more less forgiving than mine, your vengeance is much more fiery than mine, you deserve it more don’t you Xavier? You Deserve to stand…And I tell you this now, not as competitor, not as your opponent but as someone who has seen the heart of you.”

We wait for a beta or two as he breathes softly and speaks sadly.

“It’s not your time Xavier, I can’t allow that I can’t stand to see anyone else claim this sorry throne, this starcross’d fate that bind whomever sits upon it, You and Dean Harper would make for a hell of a match, yes, the drive and fire? I admire it so Xavier.”

Another nod as he keeps walking around the throne.

“But I must carry this burden for you….And I will I promise I will, I promise that Your sins, your burden your, pain your hopes and dreams I can carry them…I can handle it.. I have to because I don’t believe anyone else can. Dean Harper would see you across from him and his face would light up with joy Xavier, Because…He has the measure of you…He knows every inch.”

Another soft sigh.

“I’m sorry Xavier, I do truly believe you will get to heights you seek, one day you will find the heavyweight belt in your hand, that I might fight by your side against both God and Dean Harper. I know you’ll make me earn that right and so I will I will prove to you that I can do this.”

He let loose a frustrated growl.

“The tale does not, cannot end here. It will not Xavier. I’m sorry.”

A long languid stretch arms reachign above his head before everything seems to relax.

“Which leads me to our other opponent.”

The Red cap rubbed At his mask as if scratching his head taking moment to find a seat in the impromptu throne we again as other hands lay on his knees.

“I said earlier, Chaos is a ladder, but you Verona, you did not only climb the ladder you became the reason the Ladder is even there to begin with. Unlike most you are equally to blame for the tragedies that followed. You sit in your ivory tower and pass your judgements and you feel some keens sense of responsibility for Spike Kane’s Death. You have mentioned that much you sense that the only way to stop these things to regain the control which you so richly desire is to take matters in to your own hands.”

The Redcap nods.

“Once you have that control you will throttle, you will hold the belt aloft and await someone worthy to come claim it, and you know where the blame lies, you look in the mirror every day and you see the face of the man who let the dark in because it made money, you let the dark in because you thought it was a gimmick, a ploy a carny act and then when it spread and more joined it’s ranks you found yourself at the controls for a cart and whichever way you turn…Somebody got hurt, made all the more personal By Jessica.”

A smirk.

 "A monster sleeps at the head of your company and now, after all the warnings from those under, all the clamouring all the ignored little instances now you wish to take responsibility? It took a man to die and your blood to bleed for you to start that action to enter yourself into this contest to what? Cleanse your guilt?”

An angry shake of his head.

“No Roberto, If anyone should carry your burden, it is I, your battles are to be won in very different arenas, arenas you are very capable in, arenas that if you not careful will be stamped on by a King who waits I have the luxury of being on the front lines Verona We fight for the same cause, let me not Allow me to take upon myself you sins so that I may face all who would oppose me and declare once and for all…That The IWF chooses it’s own Destiny that neither gods or monsters will decide what we do that we will unite AS ONE. And you cannot afford the distractions that will come if you were to claim victory.”

A pause.

“Believe me Verona they will come in spades, so as well intentioned as you are, we all know where that road leads Roberto, there’s even a saying about it and I have no desire to send you there, so instead I must absolutely beat you and Xavier to move forwards, I wish I could make you understand why , I wish I could implore you to step aside…But you won’t..”

A longer pause and a nod of affirmation.

“You are too committed now, too deep down the path.”

A chuckle and a grin.

“This faerie tale its seems ends with only one of us having to claim the banner for others to rally behind, nobody willing to really backdown all because we all think we’re the right man ofr the job for our own reasons, truly a battle of noble princes.”

A hiss as he stands again to crouch in the seat balancing on huis tip toes and sat on his own heels knees akimbo as he perches like a crow.

“Let me be your chaos gentleman, a dance to reap and sow, let me be your Redcap….”

The mask looks down as he slips slowly forwards to stand on his own two feet solidly on the floor.

“It Has to be me. It’s not about responsibility, or great power it’s knowing the things you do not about our prey, it’s something intangible ephemeral, untouchable , I understand your drives and If I have to go through you to ascend If I have to beat you to prove my point?”

He looks towards the camera once more tat unreadable mask somehow gaining a new layer of intensity even as the rest of him turns to face as well.

“Then I will, I chose this path before you had even committed to your responsibilities, I have been walking the Silvery path since I began I cannot turn back, so as they say bring your best and I will bring better. Prometheus, Verona.”

He gives a courtly bow.

“May the best of us win, may it be enough but I will do all in my power to ensure that it is me so I can keep my promises, so that the sun may rise again. Help me do what is best for us all…or I will force the issue.”

A low chuckle.

“There can be no other way.”

The Redcap collapses back into the make shift throne and leans the masked head into one hand, as if adopting the crown upon a troubled brow slowly pulling out and fading to black.

--

He could tell Dean was distracted, he was making this almost too easy to do, he had to start early whoever claimed the ultimate prize, he had to make a statement but nothing too large.

Dean needed to be reminded there were people who weren’t afraid, and in fact would happily hunt right back.

The Interior of the Ambulance was everything he’d expected it to be. Everything he’d wanted it to be. He touched nothing the white latex gloves that sat on his hand hiding the rest and small white rabbit plushie was place pride of place in the centre of the dash.

It was a dick move, but the hunt was on.

And sometimes it’s the small things that build the fear in person, Monster or not.

And so there it was one, small gesture even as he left the Ambulance behind, relocking the door with a key he’d already had copied and replaced months ago.

To anyone else it would appear like magic.

He manged a smile to himself as he straightened the baseball cap and chuckled.

“Don’t worry Bae, we’ll do this soon.”

He spoke more to himself than anyone else and he opened up the back of the production truck and slid himself inside again to close up, mask once more slipping on his head.

He was committed.

Everyone was, and that was all there was to it.

It had to be enough.