Post by MasterEvil on Sept 16, 2016 2:21:09 GMT
“Mystery creates wonder and wonder is the basis of man’s desire to understand…so said Neil Armstrong, the first man to walk on the moon.”
Those words echo through the dark sky as we find ourselves in a city. Detroit Michigan perhaps? Or maybe somewhere in Japan instead? It isn’t so easy to tell as everything, from the lamps and paths to the very buildings themselves, suddenly brightens. Not to a point that we can’t see anything, but instead to a point where we can still see the buildings but they all look somewhat blurred and animated…as if we’ve been sucked into the music video of Linkin Park’s Breaking The Habit. Yet as we zoom out to see more of the building we are greeted by:
Considering there is nobody else around this purple eyed person must be the origin of those words. Maybe this person is also the mystery teammate of Ruthless Aggression and Olivia Saint as they face Michael Saint’s chosen team of Chris Maverick, Corey Smith and John Blade. But who is underneath the hooded cloak and behind the gas mask?
“Yet one mystery that roam into my mind is how come a certified legend and a possible future legend need any help against these…people. These Chris Mavericks, Corey Smiths and John Blades. Irrelevant, inadequate and insanely useless…all of them. But, like over the hill right of Helm’s Deep, help has come. So cheers, love, the cavalry’s here…but instead of it being in the form of thousands of Rohirrim riders, it comes in the form of one warrior stronger than a thousand soldiers…”
With most of this person’s body covered by their cloak being sealed up at the front, and their mask making them sound like Volus after having sex with Chewbacca, we have very little other way to at least try to identify this individual than to check over how tall they are. But apparently we were noticed by the slight coughing sound emitting from their mask before they decide to walk pass us. Sharply we turn around and quickly we follow them as this enigma starts speaking up again.
“Yes I know that I’m small, even probably the smallest person entering this match, but overconfidence kills more lives than any gun, knife or chemical could. For it only takes a wee little mouse to topple a rampaging elephant, just like it takes just a drop of tarantula venom to make any man fall within five minutes…which is the same amount of time it takes for Chris Maverick to become a complete afterthought. What? Did I hurt the feelings of the self-proclaimed ‘King of Canada’? Well, C-Mav, if you’re watching this then here is some ‘friendly advice’ I have for you. Cry me a river, build a bridge and get over it…especially since most people have already gotten over you quicker than a Usain Bolt can run a hundred metres. Not that it should take someone like me any longer to beat someone like you…”
As we follow this unknown individual we find ourselves nearing closer and closer to an arena of some kind. Could it be the Joe Louis Arena? Either way this, somewhat short, competitor has already stated that they are going to be helping Ruthless and Olivia. So it is natural to assume that this building was said arena as this person not only stopped by the bottom of the stairs, leading to the front doors, but also looked back over towards us.
“As for that weird guy, John Blade I believe his name is, I remember seeing him in another place…and, if anything, seeing him compete makes me feel almost embarrassed to call myself a professional wrestling. I can probably say stuff about how he has more colour variety – in his shirts – than a pack of Fruit Pastille. How he has somewhat decent lines of ‘Face that Blades the place’ or something. How John seem to love talking to interviewers more than improving himself. Or even how when you look up the word ‘loser’ in the dictionary you end up getting a picture of him and that dorky grin on his face, as if he actually won something. But instead I’ll say this…John…there could be one of you going to Detroit, there could be a billion of you going to Detroit, it will not change the fact that neither Ruthless nor Olivia will need any help to deal with you.”
The pure disappointment in their voice was easy for us to pick up, even when their voice is blatantly muffled by the mask they’ve chosen to wear. We can’t even see their left eye or hair as, once the mystery person finished their words, they took a couple of steps up…but then froze to the spot. Only a couple of silent seconds past us by before they glanced over towards us, with a slight grin on their face.
“But you never know…maybe being a team player could be something to try once in a while…”
Departed from this hooded figure’s lips before they began to make their ascension up the stairs. Obviously there has to be a reason behind those words so we rushed up to not only catch up but also be side-by-side with this rather unique individual.
“Especially since there is a self-proclaimed ‘King of Extreme and Hardcore’. Geez Louise! A King of Extreme, a King of Canada and – for the blooming sake of it – a King of Blades…it’s like an entire royal bleeding conference going off instead of a tag team match. At first I thought I’m doing a mate a favour as well…but now it looks like I’ve entered the stage to script the scene in front of me. The fall of the monarchy…what a good title for it to have. Starring Ruthless Aggression as the veteran but rebellious knight, Olivia Saint as the squire for said knight and myself as the Han Solo of the group. For the three of us will come walk into this arena in rebellion against the likes of Blade, Maverick, Smith and that Michael Saint…the three of us will show glorious dominance…and the three of us will walk out of this arena as noble conquerors.”
Once the masked person finished their words they stopped in their tracks, having arrived to the very top of the stairs, before turning to face us.
“So…Kings…ready or not…
Here I come.”
We couldn’t visually tell but, by the tone of their voice, this person must be confidently, or even arrogantly, smirking underneath their mask as they gave us a moment to understand their words before literally booting the arena door open and enters the Joe Louis Arena.
Those words echo through the dark sky as we find ourselves in a city. Detroit Michigan perhaps? Or maybe somewhere in Japan instead? It isn’t so easy to tell as everything, from the lamps and paths to the very buildings themselves, suddenly brightens. Not to a point that we can’t see anything, but instead to a point where we can still see the buildings but they all look somewhat blurred and animated…as if we’ve been sucked into the music video of Linkin Park’s Breaking The Habit. Yet as we zoom out to see more of the building we are greeted by:
Considering there is nobody else around this purple eyed person must be the origin of those words. Maybe this person is also the mystery teammate of Ruthless Aggression and Olivia Saint as they face Michael Saint’s chosen team of Chris Maverick, Corey Smith and John Blade. But who is underneath the hooded cloak and behind the gas mask?
“Yet one mystery that roam into my mind is how come a certified legend and a possible future legend need any help against these…people. These Chris Mavericks, Corey Smiths and John Blades. Irrelevant, inadequate and insanely useless…all of them. But, like over the hill right of Helm’s Deep, help has come. So cheers, love, the cavalry’s here…but instead of it being in the form of thousands of Rohirrim riders, it comes in the form of one warrior stronger than a thousand soldiers…”
With most of this person’s body covered by their cloak being sealed up at the front, and their mask making them sound like Volus after having sex with Chewbacca, we have very little other way to at least try to identify this individual than to check over how tall they are. But apparently we were noticed by the slight coughing sound emitting from their mask before they decide to walk pass us. Sharply we turn around and quickly we follow them as this enigma starts speaking up again.
“Yes I know that I’m small, even probably the smallest person entering this match, but overconfidence kills more lives than any gun, knife or chemical could. For it only takes a wee little mouse to topple a rampaging elephant, just like it takes just a drop of tarantula venom to make any man fall within five minutes…which is the same amount of time it takes for Chris Maverick to become a complete afterthought. What? Did I hurt the feelings of the self-proclaimed ‘King of Canada’? Well, C-Mav, if you’re watching this then here is some ‘friendly advice’ I have for you. Cry me a river, build a bridge and get over it…especially since most people have already gotten over you quicker than a Usain Bolt can run a hundred metres. Not that it should take someone like me any longer to beat someone like you…”
As we follow this unknown individual we find ourselves nearing closer and closer to an arena of some kind. Could it be the Joe Louis Arena? Either way this, somewhat short, competitor has already stated that they are going to be helping Ruthless and Olivia. So it is natural to assume that this building was said arena as this person not only stopped by the bottom of the stairs, leading to the front doors, but also looked back over towards us.
“As for that weird guy, John Blade I believe his name is, I remember seeing him in another place…and, if anything, seeing him compete makes me feel almost embarrassed to call myself a professional wrestling. I can probably say stuff about how he has more colour variety – in his shirts – than a pack of Fruit Pastille. How he has somewhat decent lines of ‘Face that Blades the place’ or something. How John seem to love talking to interviewers more than improving himself. Or even how when you look up the word ‘loser’ in the dictionary you end up getting a picture of him and that dorky grin on his face, as if he actually won something. But instead I’ll say this…John…there could be one of you going to Detroit, there could be a billion of you going to Detroit, it will not change the fact that neither Ruthless nor Olivia will need any help to deal with you.”
The pure disappointment in their voice was easy for us to pick up, even when their voice is blatantly muffled by the mask they’ve chosen to wear. We can’t even see their left eye or hair as, once the mystery person finished their words, they took a couple of steps up…but then froze to the spot. Only a couple of silent seconds past us by before they glanced over towards us, with a slight grin on their face.
“But you never know…maybe being a team player could be something to try once in a while…”
Departed from this hooded figure’s lips before they began to make their ascension up the stairs. Obviously there has to be a reason behind those words so we rushed up to not only catch up but also be side-by-side with this rather unique individual.
“Especially since there is a self-proclaimed ‘King of Extreme and Hardcore’. Geez Louise! A King of Extreme, a King of Canada and – for the blooming sake of it – a King of Blades…it’s like an entire royal bleeding conference going off instead of a tag team match. At first I thought I’m doing a mate a favour as well…but now it looks like I’ve entered the stage to script the scene in front of me. The fall of the monarchy…what a good title for it to have. Starring Ruthless Aggression as the veteran but rebellious knight, Olivia Saint as the squire for said knight and myself as the Han Solo of the group. For the three of us will come walk into this arena in rebellion against the likes of Blade, Maverick, Smith and that Michael Saint…the three of us will show glorious dominance…and the three of us will walk out of this arena as noble conquerors.”
Once the masked person finished their words they stopped in their tracks, having arrived to the very top of the stairs, before turning to face us.
“So…Kings…ready or not…
Here I come.”
We couldn’t visually tell but, by the tone of their voice, this person must be confidently, or even arrogantly, smirking underneath their mask as they gave us a moment to understand their words before literally booting the arena door open and enters the Joe Louis Arena.