Post by Eternity on May 23, 2013 18:58:39 GMT
An ariel shot of twenty by twenty ring is shown, the arena is empty, the crowds are silent, but even in a light as dim as this, the everlasting New Championship Wrestling logo in the middle of the canvas is clear, as the camera steadily moves to bring it closer and closer, tighter and tighter until the ring ropes and ring posts cannot be seen.The camera is moving to capture the majesty of the logo that set a new standard in all of professional wrestling for six years, every bit as iconic in its premature death as it had been in its life. A ring bell tolls.
Once.
Twice.
Three Times.
Four.
Five.
Six.
Seven.
Eight.
On the ninth reverberation, purple smoke starts to pour in and obscure the logo.
On the tenth all that remains is a memory lost in the purple clouds of time.
Out of the billowing purple clouds a childish laughter is heard as a cackling mouth begins to form, for a moment you are uncertain if you what you are seeing is real or just a figment of your imagination but as the smoke begins to clear, a new face starts to emerge from the cloud, the piercing green eyes of a demon that scares you as much as it excites you. The monster under the bed that your parents told you about and that you've spent the years since your childhood trying to deny.
Keep telling yourself you're not afraid. Keep telling yourself it doesn't exist. Keep telling you it isn't real. You're a professional wrestling fan, if there's one thing you'd like to think you have a good handle on other than your sanity, it is on the notion of all that is real and all that is not.
Close your eyes and maybe it will all go away. Go on. Blink real hard. Keep them closed and count to five.
One. Two. Thre -
Ooooh you can't resist a peek can you, you loveable little scamp? Naughty. Naughty.
Ooooh okay, I won't tell your mommy if you don't. It'll be our little secret. Heehee...
In your strained sight, you see the final wisps of purple smoke start to dissipate as they trail at the edge of your screen. You close your eyes again.
Three. Four. Five.
You feel confident enough to open your eyes fully now and you see a human face, a little paler than you expected perhaps, but still human. Not a monster. A girl infact. A girl in a white top hat and shocking pink hair. A girl with a cutesy little heart tattooed under her left eye. This is what you were scared of? This little girl who would be kind of cute if she wasn't so gosh darn weird. I bet you feel like a right silly goose now, don't you?
Yes, quite right. So you should. You chuckle and shake your head.
I almost had you. Almost. But you're too smart for me. Yes, you are.
So I guess I should introduce myself. My name is Eternity.
Why thank you, yes I've always thought it was a pretty name too.
As I was saying, my name is Eternity. Welcome to my world. Here you will learn that though there are many things in this world worthy of your fear, I am not one of them. I will hold your hand every step of the way as we explore this new wonderland together - a land of charming princes and beautiful princesses and I bet a few frogs too.
Ribbit, ribbit...
Heeheehahaha...
Oh you, you're so silly. I think I'm going to like you...
Who am I? And what right do I have to mourn the loss of your home? I'm just someone who can't resist a good funeral...and I have to say I've never seen quite as spectacular a burial as I saw for New Championship Wrestling on May 19th, truly it was a thing of beauty. And that is exactly why none of you should mourn it, you should celebrate. At least you had a home, even if it was only for six years. The last time I had a place to call home, I was eleven. Eleven. Think about that. How did I get here? If you have to ask me that, you're asking the wrong question. Maybe the question you should be asking is how did you get here?
I've always been here and I've never seen any of you before. You're all mourning your loss, I am not. Maybe you're all dead and this is your afterlife. Think about that for a second.
Hahahahahaha...
It is an amusing thought isn't it? No? Oh lighten up.
Geez, who died around here?
You're all professional wrestlers, if anybody should have a sense of humour, it should be all of you.
HuhuhuhuHAHAHAHA....
It makes sense though, doesn't it? It would explain why you're all here knocking on the gates of the Imperial Kingdom, demanding to be let in because of what you have achieved in your former lives. Are you knocking at the gates of Heaven or are you kneeling before the gates of Hell? Well I guess that is just a matter of perspective - either way I can already tell this is going to be fun...
The camera pans out and you see me dressed in all white stood in front of something but you can't quite tell what yet. Patience little one, we'll get there. Together. I promise. It'll be awesome. Trust me. I take a few steps to the left and reveal what I was stood in front of.
It was a pentagram. I know what you're thinking, that's not awesome, in fact that's kinda lame and boring and you know what? I agree with you, it is kind of lame. Did you know though that for pagans the five points represent the four elements of Air, Water, Fire and Earth united by a fifth - Spirit?
Hey, you, stop yawning. Yes I am using that analogy because it's a five way match. You should be used to these kinds of things by now, isn't that what wrestlers do? I don't know, you've been watching for way longer than I've been doing it. This is only my first spin of the wheel.
Hahahaha...
See what I did there, because I'm spinning the pentagram on screen?. Hey, look it spins a full three-sixty as I'm demonstrating right now. Still not impressed huh? Boy, you're a tough crowd...heeheehee.
Yes, you're right, it does look rather scary that way round, because it is the symbol of the Devil that way round. No, there's nothing to be scared of so you can open your eyes again and I promise that as long as I'm here with you, I won't let him get you, you believe me, don't you? Good.
I leave the pentagram in its inverted demonic form and I squeeze your hand to reassure you that I'm still here with you.
So like the points of this pentagram, the four elements have gathered around me, and I'm not the least bit surprised that I have been chosen to unite them around me for this match, if only I had the body of Milla Jovovich or my own Bruce Willis...mmm, the things I'd do to that man if I was left to my wicked ways...
Muhahahahahaha....
But I digress, the point is, haha, point, see what I did there? Ahem, the point is that just like the four elements of your corporeal existence, the four of you are mine to bend or break and whether I do it on Monday or whether I make you consider it for a little longer, well that too is my dominion. If there's one thing I have on my side it is time, which I suppose is as good a segue as any to talk about my first opponent...
Ryleigh Knite. You may not know who I am. But I know who you are and more importantly I know what you represent.
You see me pull some soil out of my pocket, apparently it was still fresh as evidenced by the worm you see crawling in it. I know, kinda disgusting right? But at least I didn't take pleasure in eating them like some of the boys I knew in school. You didn't used to eat them too, did you?
Liar.
I bet you loved them.
Nom. Nom. Nom.
Teeheehee...
You are Earth, represented by your very legacy as the foundation stone on which your new home is now built. For you then there can be no more fitting end than to be committed to the ground even quicker than certain people would have you committed to some institution. If that is to be your ultimate fate, don't let them tell you're crazy. People didn't believe I could manipulate the elements and tried to tell me I was insane, but look at me...really look!
Do I look insane?
You can stick to manipulating space-time around you, I will just shake the ground underneath you.
I blow the handful of earth out of my hand and wipe my hands of it. You hear a rumbling and you see the ground shake yet somehow you watch me stand firm. Rooted. In control. Even you, skeptical as this business has made you, have to admit that was impressive. You are then taken by my excellent mime playing the air guitar for a moment. You knew I was just showing off for you now, but you figure what the hell? You were just enjoying the ride and soon the ground stops moving and a fierce gust of wind blows my gorgeous pink hair across my face as you watch me speak.
Ah hello, there Kate, pleased to make your acquaintance. The air that fills your lungs and passes through your vocal chords to offend my ears while you wail about how your life has been filled with such pain, anguish and whatever else you want to sing about whilst you cut yourself whenever you're not wrestling both sucks and blows as hard as your chosen genre of music. There is no art to strangling a cat. A beautiful sick poetry perhaps, but not art. I'm sure you disagree and I'm sure I've upset you, but I don't feel too bad about it because when you put down your hurt on paper and churn out another hit, I demand royalties as your inspiration.
Suddenly you see the weather around me change again as the clouds gather overhead and suddenly the heavens open up and rain soak me as I step forward.
Alexis Morrison, the one woman on the roster that I might in time be persuaded to see as a kindred spirit, but I guess you'll have to ask Ryleigh if I ever see you as my sister from another mister, since I never got to have one, but do I expect your loyalty now, here in our first match? Absolutely not, because I know you're looking to rain on everybody else's parade like the water you represent. You are happiest bathing in rivers of blood, preferably ones you have carved yourself, and that amuses you. That amuses me. Let's share a laugh together about it....
HohohuhuhahaheeheeHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Why aren't you laughing? Oh right because I still have one elemental force left to address...
Thanks sis, I knew you'd have my back. I don't even know why I doubted you.
The rain stops as suddenly as it began as you watch me ensure the camera is focused on me. You see me remove my hat and shake my hair free and for a moment you are reminded of your lust and it just feels so wrong...and yet somehow so right.
Fire. Regarded in some circles as the most powerful and the most destructive, it may be both of these things or it may be neither, I couldn't say for certain, the only thing I can tell you Alysson is that I see it a little differently. To me, it is one of the prettiest things I have ever seen. I admire it for its ballet, particularly as it kisses the pine of every body's final home. Just like fire, you might burn me Alysson, but at least you are so much more interesting than earth who will just lie there burying people underneath it, or air which will only swoop in after you've done all the hard work to reduce bodies to ashes to scatter those ashes, and you're definitely better than water which breeds and sustains life. Fire is the hardest to attain a dominion over. For a while it was a mystery that eluded even me. A little patience later and now life as you all know it and live it is boring. There is no mystery to it anymore.
But death...now, there's a mystery. And for the four of you it is a mystery you have no hope of solving.
You see me put my hat back on and you've been with me long enough on this, our first trip out together, to have a sense that the end is coming and as you see me click my fingers, the camera pans back and you see the demonic pentagram consumed by flames.
Okay. Admit it. That was awesome. Just like I promised.
Oh you have to go now?
Awwww, why? I feel so sad now.
You will come back won't you?
Promise?
Okay, I believe you because friends always keep their promises...and we are friends forever now...
Keep telling yourself you're not afraid. Keep telling yourself it doesn't exist. Keep telling you it isn't real. You're a professional wrestling fan, if there's one thing you'd like to think you have a good handle on other than your sanity, it is on the notion of all that is real and all that is not.
Close your eyes and maybe it will all go away. Go on. Blink real hard. Keep them closed and count to five.
One. Two. Thre -
Ooooh you can't resist a peek can you, you loveable little scamp? Naughty. Naughty.
Ooooh okay, I won't tell your mommy if you don't. It'll be our little secret. Heehee...
In your strained sight, you see the final wisps of purple smoke start to dissipate as they trail at the edge of your screen. You close your eyes again.
Three. Four. Five.
You feel confident enough to open your eyes fully now and you see a human face, a little paler than you expected perhaps, but still human. Not a monster. A girl infact. A girl in a white top hat and shocking pink hair. A girl with a cutesy little heart tattooed under her left eye. This is what you were scared of? This little girl who would be kind of cute if she wasn't so gosh darn weird. I bet you feel like a right silly goose now, don't you?
Yes, quite right. So you should. You chuckle and shake your head.
I almost had you. Almost. But you're too smart for me. Yes, you are.
So I guess I should introduce myself. My name is Eternity.
Why thank you, yes I've always thought it was a pretty name too.
As I was saying, my name is Eternity. Welcome to my world. Here you will learn that though there are many things in this world worthy of your fear, I am not one of them. I will hold your hand every step of the way as we explore this new wonderland together - a land of charming princes and beautiful princesses and I bet a few frogs too.
Ribbit, ribbit...
Heeheehahaha...
Oh you, you're so silly. I think I'm going to like you...
Who am I? And what right do I have to mourn the loss of your home? I'm just someone who can't resist a good funeral...and I have to say I've never seen quite as spectacular a burial as I saw for New Championship Wrestling on May 19th, truly it was a thing of beauty. And that is exactly why none of you should mourn it, you should celebrate. At least you had a home, even if it was only for six years. The last time I had a place to call home, I was eleven. Eleven. Think about that. How did I get here? If you have to ask me that, you're asking the wrong question. Maybe the question you should be asking is how did you get here?
I've always been here and I've never seen any of you before. You're all mourning your loss, I am not. Maybe you're all dead and this is your afterlife. Think about that for a second.
Hahahahahaha...
It is an amusing thought isn't it? No? Oh lighten up.
Geez, who died around here?
You're all professional wrestlers, if anybody should have a sense of humour, it should be all of you.
HuhuhuhuHAHAHAHA....
It makes sense though, doesn't it? It would explain why you're all here knocking on the gates of the Imperial Kingdom, demanding to be let in because of what you have achieved in your former lives. Are you knocking at the gates of Heaven or are you kneeling before the gates of Hell? Well I guess that is just a matter of perspective - either way I can already tell this is going to be fun...
The camera pans out and you see me dressed in all white stood in front of something but you can't quite tell what yet. Patience little one, we'll get there. Together. I promise. It'll be awesome. Trust me. I take a few steps to the left and reveal what I was stood in front of.
It was a pentagram. I know what you're thinking, that's not awesome, in fact that's kinda lame and boring and you know what? I agree with you, it is kind of lame. Did you know though that for pagans the five points represent the four elements of Air, Water, Fire and Earth united by a fifth - Spirit?
Hey, you, stop yawning. Yes I am using that analogy because it's a five way match. You should be used to these kinds of things by now, isn't that what wrestlers do? I don't know, you've been watching for way longer than I've been doing it. This is only my first spin of the wheel.
Hahahaha...
See what I did there, because I'm spinning the pentagram on screen?. Hey, look it spins a full three-sixty as I'm demonstrating right now. Still not impressed huh? Boy, you're a tough crowd...heeheehee.
Yes, you're right, it does look rather scary that way round, because it is the symbol of the Devil that way round. No, there's nothing to be scared of so you can open your eyes again and I promise that as long as I'm here with you, I won't let him get you, you believe me, don't you? Good.
I leave the pentagram in its inverted demonic form and I squeeze your hand to reassure you that I'm still here with you.
So like the points of this pentagram, the four elements have gathered around me, and I'm not the least bit surprised that I have been chosen to unite them around me for this match, if only I had the body of Milla Jovovich or my own Bruce Willis...mmm, the things I'd do to that man if I was left to my wicked ways...
Muhahahahahaha....
But I digress, the point is, haha, point, see what I did there? Ahem, the point is that just like the four elements of your corporeal existence, the four of you are mine to bend or break and whether I do it on Monday or whether I make you consider it for a little longer, well that too is my dominion. If there's one thing I have on my side it is time, which I suppose is as good a segue as any to talk about my first opponent...
Ryleigh Knite. You may not know who I am. But I know who you are and more importantly I know what you represent.
You see me pull some soil out of my pocket, apparently it was still fresh as evidenced by the worm you see crawling in it. I know, kinda disgusting right? But at least I didn't take pleasure in eating them like some of the boys I knew in school. You didn't used to eat them too, did you?
Liar.
I bet you loved them.
Nom. Nom. Nom.
Teeheehee...
You are Earth, represented by your very legacy as the foundation stone on which your new home is now built. For you then there can be no more fitting end than to be committed to the ground even quicker than certain people would have you committed to some institution. If that is to be your ultimate fate, don't let them tell you're crazy. People didn't believe I could manipulate the elements and tried to tell me I was insane, but look at me...really look!
Do I look insane?
You can stick to manipulating space-time around you, I will just shake the ground underneath you.
I blow the handful of earth out of my hand and wipe my hands of it. You hear a rumbling and you see the ground shake yet somehow you watch me stand firm. Rooted. In control. Even you, skeptical as this business has made you, have to admit that was impressive. You are then taken by my excellent mime playing the air guitar for a moment. You knew I was just showing off for you now, but you figure what the hell? You were just enjoying the ride and soon the ground stops moving and a fierce gust of wind blows my gorgeous pink hair across my face as you watch me speak.
Ah hello, there Kate, pleased to make your acquaintance. The air that fills your lungs and passes through your vocal chords to offend my ears while you wail about how your life has been filled with such pain, anguish and whatever else you want to sing about whilst you cut yourself whenever you're not wrestling both sucks and blows as hard as your chosen genre of music. There is no art to strangling a cat. A beautiful sick poetry perhaps, but not art. I'm sure you disagree and I'm sure I've upset you, but I don't feel too bad about it because when you put down your hurt on paper and churn out another hit, I demand royalties as your inspiration.
Suddenly you see the weather around me change again as the clouds gather overhead and suddenly the heavens open up and rain soak me as I step forward.
Alexis Morrison, the one woman on the roster that I might in time be persuaded to see as a kindred spirit, but I guess you'll have to ask Ryleigh if I ever see you as my sister from another mister, since I never got to have one, but do I expect your loyalty now, here in our first match? Absolutely not, because I know you're looking to rain on everybody else's parade like the water you represent. You are happiest bathing in rivers of blood, preferably ones you have carved yourself, and that amuses you. That amuses me. Let's share a laugh together about it....
HohohuhuhahaheeheeHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Why aren't you laughing? Oh right because I still have one elemental force left to address...
Thanks sis, I knew you'd have my back. I don't even know why I doubted you.
The rain stops as suddenly as it began as you watch me ensure the camera is focused on me. You see me remove my hat and shake my hair free and for a moment you are reminded of your lust and it just feels so wrong...and yet somehow so right.
Fire. Regarded in some circles as the most powerful and the most destructive, it may be both of these things or it may be neither, I couldn't say for certain, the only thing I can tell you Alysson is that I see it a little differently. To me, it is one of the prettiest things I have ever seen. I admire it for its ballet, particularly as it kisses the pine of every body's final home. Just like fire, you might burn me Alysson, but at least you are so much more interesting than earth who will just lie there burying people underneath it, or air which will only swoop in after you've done all the hard work to reduce bodies to ashes to scatter those ashes, and you're definitely better than water which breeds and sustains life. Fire is the hardest to attain a dominion over. For a while it was a mystery that eluded even me. A little patience later and now life as you all know it and live it is boring. There is no mystery to it anymore.
But death...now, there's a mystery. And for the four of you it is a mystery you have no hope of solving.
You see me put my hat back on and you've been with me long enough on this, our first trip out together, to have a sense that the end is coming and as you see me click my fingers, the camera pans back and you see the demonic pentagram consumed by flames.
Okay. Admit it. That was awesome. Just like I promised.
Oh you have to go now?
Awwww, why? I feel so sad now.
You will come back won't you?
Promise?
Okay, I believe you because friends always keep their promises...and we are friends forever now...
Well howdy there pardner.