Complexities of Chaos: Chapter 3: A Message!!
Sept 12, 2021 0:56:39 GMT -5
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Post by Z on Sept 12, 2021 0:56:39 GMT -5
Complexities of Chaos: Chapter 3: A Message!!
“Where am I supposed to begin with this one? State the fucking obvious? Or spell it out in special lettering and phrasing for the powers that they can understand what I’ve been saying since day one? Either way. Let’s begin.”
*Speaking to no one in particular it seems, the Man of Chaos’ voice comes through our auditory receivers in a way that is filled with anger and frustration. We are not blinded this time, we’ve been instantly shown a wall of colors, all running down in a dripping blood sort of way. We are just staring at the colors slowly falling down the wall. Gravity takes its sweet time capturing the drips of various colors. No visual on the man that speaks however.*
“I warned them. I told them. Bathory would only make things worse. He would get in my way or even try to pull out some kind of hero shit. What did he do? He did both. I remain unbeaten in this company and I will continue to do so, no matter the opponent. No matter the circumstances surrounding said opponent.”
*He pauses a moment. Seeming to gather his thoughts, or review something within his own mind. We can’t tell, well because he is not in our sight. The paint puddle drips is all we seem to be focused on.*
“Now I have another opening match on the card. Against, a nobody. His name is irrelevant, it is some kind of religious derived name. Like I said though, his name is irrelevant. He is coming into this sport, this business as a fan. Probably trained at some dime a dozen wrestling gym just to get to a place to get his ass beaten. Well pard, welcome to your first and probably worst beating. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Zolton, you may refer to me as your Man of Chaos. Why? It’s simple, chaos is all you will see and feel within the confines of the ring Monday Night.”
*He screams out, no rather he growls out in a way that seems to reveal more frustration.*
“This is what I’ve been reduced to? Already? Seriously Action Wrestling? You really need to open those eyes or yours and see what you have in me. I am the franchise. I am not this puddle jumpers’ stepping stone, well rather he being mine. I didn’t come to this corporation to be an undercard player. I came here to be your main event. I came here to show the parasites and mouthbreathers that watch your programming what kind of a real monster and true champion I am.”
*He stops again, he takes an audible deep breath.*
“Back to the puddle jumper. Look little guy, I get it. You’ve watched your childhood heroes entertain your little tiny brain for years. You were always excited to tell your two mentally unstable parents that you will be one of them heroes one day. Well puddle jumper, welcome to your nightmare. Like they say, every hero needs a nemesis. A villain. I am the villain in this over printed comic. Thing is, you’ve found yourself going toe to toe against the real hero. The anti hero. The one that questions the establishment while taking out the weak and feeble garbage, you being the new flavor of the week. Does it scare you though? The mere thought of running down that ramp and getting into that ring in front of thousands of screaming numbskulls only to fall flat on your face? Is that how you envisioned your first ever professional wrestling bout? Let me tell you something that you may or may not know about yours truly. You see, I came from a world you could never survive. I evolved over the years. I have trained my entire life to be at the very top of this sport. While you sat in pampers at the age of eleven, I was in a gym, an actual real gym, one for fighters, getting stretched and pulled and destroyed daily. Why? Because that’s what it takes to be the top draw in this world. Sacrifice yourself and body while your brain gets smarter, more agile in the way you think and react. I had a special type of childhood, but I won’t go into detail with that. Why? Because that is my business and will be none of yours or those sitting on their couch watching this right now.”
*We are suddenly shaking. Moved quickly where our vision temporarily blurs, as it returns to focus we are on him. The Man of Chaos himself. His hair flowing, surrounding his face, but his piercing blue eyes are always seen.*
“This is your first and honestly I see it being your final match as a supposed professional wrestler. Remember, I’m the villain yet the true hero. The anti hero. You are just a splash in the pan hooray for the meat heads and parasites to get their panties all in a bunch over, only to fall flat on your face and wish you could go back to mommy and daddy. I’ve been sending out warnings left and right. I think this time I am just going to send this off with a hearty smile, a quick wink, then let the actions of Monday Night be the true warning to each and everyone on this roster. I am not to be messed with. I am the Man of Chaos. Let the words sink in. The actions speak.”
*He does as he said, he smiles quite widely. Winks his left eye and turns us back to the paint being slowly drug to the floor. We watch the drips slowly move further and further down the wall. Mixing with each other as the trip goes on. Suddenly we are in darkness. We are blind. Now deaf. Silence. It's officially the end. Finished.