Post by Z on Sept 17, 2021 21:25:43 GMT -5
”The difference will be revealed.
The difference of true light.
The difference of true darkness.
What is good?
What is Evil?
Both shall enter.
Only the real light will rise.
He will not need someone.
They need each other.
And more.
The hero fails.
The anti-hero RISES!!”
The difference of true light.
The difference of true darkness.
What is good?
What is Evil?
Both shall enter.
Only the real light will rise.
He will not need someone.
They need each other.
And more.
The hero fails.
The anti-hero RISES!!”
A lesson in heroism… Evil is everywhere… Chaos is the anti-hero… Light… Darkness… CHAOS!!
*Darkness per the usual surrounds us as we sit still. Silence surrounds us as well. This is the typical set up to a normal thing with the Man of Chaos. We know he and Little Miss are more than likely standing near. Awaiting the right moment to remove our shield and unplug our auditory sensors so we can listen. The silence seems to grow immensely around us, like a tree blooming in the midday sun of spring. We are in the darkness, if we could breathe our breaths would be coming in and out rapidly. The unknown is an anxiety inducing nightmare. Added to the fact that we cannot hear anything.*
Why are we here? Isn’t this some kind of personal space of yours? I honestly am amazed yet really nervous. This is not a normal situation. I don’t understand sir?
*Her sweet voice echoes off our sound receptors. It eases our fake anxiety for a few moments. Then his voice enters.*
“Yes, this is not our normal situation, but it is also something that I am focused on outside of keeping myself ring ready to destroy all the oncoming not quite contenders but they think they are for my World Championship. So I have brought you here as I inspect the skeleton of this place before I bring Crystal here.”
But Z wouldn’t she question my reason for being here? If she shows up?
“There is no need for you to worry about that situation. Crystal had to do some errands today so she won’t be coming up here for a while, so we can get this promotional bullshit out of the way. Plus I am at a mental place to absolutely verbally destroy this moron that thinks he is going to take my belt away. So shall we get this thing going?”
*A brief silence befalls the two, we remain in darkness as they speak back and forth. His tone sounds irritated but level at the same time. Another moment passes and suddenly we are whipped into the bright light of the sun beaming down on us and something out in front and above us. As our vision gradually comes into a more focused frame. We see the monster, Man of Chaos standing within wood planks reinforcing others as well as sheet metal connecting the corners of the framing. Z stands on the edge of the wood before it turns into soil, then grass. We can’t quite see his face due to the sun's placement at this time. We can tell that he is shirtless, some kind of bulky belt wrapped around his waist. He has his hands above his head and gripping the wood framing just above him. As we are left to stare at him, we hear her lovely voice come in softly yet with a direct and stern tone.*
We have arrived ladies and gentlemen. You parasites that remain in your parent’s basement while wiping off the cheetos dust from your fingers as you reach for another handful. We have arrived at another World Wrestling HeadQuarters event. Dystopia to be exact. It lies only a matter of hours away. Standing before, the man you all should be worshipping. Excited that he represents this company as the World Champion. He is none other than the Man of Chaos, Zolton.
*She pauses, but instead of her returning, it is him. His tone level but it seems as though each and every syllable is laced with venom.*
“Yes. Bow down to me, morons of the world. You continue to refuse and seem to throw your support, love and worship to a man that has no business sharing the same air as me, let alone a wrestling ring. Jonny Cedrone. Not only is it going to be the supposed number one contender from my belt, his little girlfriend, Gloria. So I get the pleasure of torturing the man that is set to face me at DreamState for my belt beforehand. Fuck with his feeble little mind. Will you take out your frustrations on your poor old butler Jonny? What kind of real man has a fucking butler? What you are looking at is a real man. One that builds things with his bare hands. Uses earth as an enricher, not a provider. I don’t suck this planet dry like the rest of you. Especially Mister Cedrone and Gloria. Wait. Am I supposed to stand here and give out hints about who might be the person that will be joining me to the ring that night? No. Not going to happen.”
But do you have someone in mind to be your partner Zolton?
*Her question bolts out in a very short second.*
“Have I ever needed someone to destroy someone? Mentally or physically? I have not ever needed anyone nor have I requested. This is just a ploy by the powers that be to weaken me before the real battle ensues upcoming at DreamState. I will not have a partner for this match. I will prove to the entire world why I am the World Champion and why they should bend at the knee and worship rather than the punk boy.”
*He pauses and moves out of the wood frame and leans against the side that is closer to us.*
“Oh dear Jonny, it seems as though I have already gotten to you. Inside that brain of yours. Causing all kinds of disruption and even hatred. You lost your cool, calm and collected demeanor at our little contract signing.”
*Z lets out a brief chuckle, even that sounds intimidating.*
“Welcome to the dark side. The only side that matters. Will we see more of that violent streak come out during this match we have coming up? I am sure there are some buttons I could push that would cause you to lose your cool. I am sure there are your little worshippers. Your mentally displaced fandom out there wishing I would elaborate on such a statement. But they obviously have no clue who I really am. Should I really go down the gauntlet of who I am and what I have done to get to this spot? Not worth it. It is redundant and just dumb to go over it again. Jonny knows. His little teapot girlfriend also knows. They’ve witnessed it from afar. When he was playing with toys trying to figure out what he wants to do with his life outside the mini world he created with legos and train sets. I was kicking ass week after week. Night after night. Scratching and clawing my way to a mere chance to capture the belt that is mine now. Some of the voices out there began to call me a choke artist. I was dominant and unbeatable until the actual shot was there. I failed. Yes I admit it. My first few shots at the belt were absolute failures. I just took that as fuel though. Jonny you know all of this don’t you. You watched from your little cosy mansion crying over spilled milk in little Jonny’s Town. I have been doing all of this for over a decade. Crushing souls. Ending their hope. Half of that decade has been spent in this company. Through power swap after power swap. I am the true champion in this company. All the other trinkets are ridiculous but there to help those that hold them feel more confident in themselves. Jon boy. Gloria. You two are about to witness and feel what happens when I don’t play games. Remember what happened to the mistress, Renee?”
*He pauses a moment, the details of his face still remain in a silhouetted place from out positioning and the current placement of the sun.*
“I’ve heard the little peons and parasites'. ‘He went too far this time.’ ‘There was no reason to do that to her.’ You were there Jonny. You wanted to be the savior of the Shogun tournament winner, but all you did was stand and watch as her lifeless carcass fell thirty feet to the concrete below. Now that you couldn’t hold up in a match at that very event, you think you can come running in as the hero and get a shot at my title? You honestly think that you can take it from me? The way you talked to me at Dystopia a couple of weeks ago, it seems like that. All the way up until you snapped. I saw it in your eyes. That fire of confidence instantly extinguished itself to the rage you were feeling. A champion of the world cannot lose himself or herself like that. Not when the moment matters the most. You see Cedrone, I am the Man of Chaos. I am that for a reason. You see I ignite chaos all around me. I excite, riot-like behavior from everyone in the vicinity. All the while I am in complete control of my emotions. My mind is level and focused. Focused on the task at hand. Some say that I am a man without a plan. Truth is I do not ever have a plan going into battle. What’s the point? Making a plan will only work without the possibility of outside interference. That interference in this case would be you, Cedrone. Along with Gloria. So I am a proactive and instinctive wrestler. I fight and battle like a true fighter should. Using my knowledge of body mechanics to my advantage. You lost all of that on the last Dystopia Cedrone. You couldn’t take the fact that I was that vindictive and vicious to do what I did to your mistress, feeling absolutely no remorse for it, all the while laughing in your face as you tried to beat me down.”
*He allows a pause of a slight breeze flow through the space. The sound of the grass and the leaves of the trees rustling as the breeze flows through can be heard. Visually, we are able to see his hair waft with the breeze.*
“Chaos reigns over this dominion. The dominion of World Wrestling Headquarters. My influence roams free throughout everything to do with this company Jonny. You see that as evil. You see that as wrong. Well there always has to be one of the knuckleheads out there that sees nothing but evil and wrongdoing no matter which direction they turn. Look Cedrone, I am no more evil than the average Joe out on the street. I am no less good or heroic than the average Joe out there on the streets. You see Jon boy, what you need to grasp and understand is there is a darkness within us all. The evil. There is also a light within us all. The hero. Some tend to only want to be a part of the light.”
*Another pause, but this one has purpose. It seems as though the entire area around us grows cold. Still. Almost lifeless. He steps forward and kneels without either one of his knees touching the grass.*
“This includes you and your little girlfriend. You all want to be a part of the light. Be a part of the avenger cast of heroes. Stand up for the greater good. Celebrating the supposed evil being dispatched. All the while, enjoying the sight of the evil inflicting pain and anguish on anyone and everything. It is a sick and twisted addiction to you do gooders out there. What I do is do the opposite. I use my darkness for good, for blessed paths. Excite the chaos that needs to be introduced for the truth to be revealed to those blind to it. Cedrone your drive for retaliation for what happened to your mistress is easily explained away. How? Simply with the mere darkness versus light argument. Now I am going to say this as clearly and concisely as possible for your thick skull to allow it in and you can comprehend it.”
*Another purposeful pause, as he kneeled there and spoke, details of his face began to emerge. His beard, expertly kept up, his thick hair barely sending a few strands down and in front of his face. His eyes. Those piercing blue eyes send cold chills down our lack of a spine. If we could shutter, we would at this very moment.*
“Your want and desire to be a part of the light. Be a part of the heroic stand against the world’s evil and darkness. Brought to a point where your addiction to seeing the sick and twisted mess that the darkness creates. That is why you stood there with the rest of the crowd that formed in that backstage area that night. None of you could actually act on the obvious impulse of light flowing through each and everyone of you. All you could do is freeze and with a hidden smile watch her body float in the air and crunch into the earth in a heap. The only person that acted on anything that night was none other than myself. You Cedrone. Gloria. Hate to jump off the line I’m on right now, but is Gloria your wife? Your manager? Your personal cock cleaner? Sorry. I just had to get those questions off my mind or I would have done it during the match.”
*He allows a little time to pass in silence after going on a slight tangent there.*
“Cedrone. Gloria. Parasites. Do gooders. Hero wannabes out there in the world. This is the era of Chaos. This is the reign where truth will be revealed. Evil will fall in a way that will make the angels blush. What do I mean by that? Simple. Angels helped to keep the most famous fallen angel remain in his realm. Me. I will not only keep Satan. Hades. El Diablo. The Devil. In the realm he belongs, but I will trap her in the Ark of the Covenant. Why there? Simple. It is the only box that contains Pandora and that evil. You see my darkness seamlessly flows through all of this. As my Chaos reigns supreme over the entire earth. The true and angelic ones will rise with me as Satan is cast out and loses the ability to keep the souls in his realm. They will truly burn in the hellfires of Hell. Did I say that all well enough for you Cedrone? Or is your skull that thick and your brain that closed off that the only thing that will actually make any headway on your understanding of this subject is construction paper of a variety of colors with a bunch of jumbo crayons?”
*He visibly shakes his head but in the bit of shadow of his face a slight grin can be seen within his beard. He snakes his right fingers through his long and thick hair.*
“Dystopia is the name of the show. Although I am not in the main event of this show, that is where the World Champion belongs but that is a matter to contend with at a later date. Sunday night Cedrone and Gloria will step inside the ring against me. Against the World Wrestling HeadQuarters’ World Heavyweight Champion. It will take you two to even come close to shutting down my Chaos even for a moment. Just know that when the final bell tolls. That final signal by the peon referee will be the signal of my overwhelming and dominant victory over two souls destined for the gates of Hell, all the while this supposed evil doer will stand atop the hill that the pearly gates rest waiting for the true light holders to join him. I am the true hero of this story, Jonny boy. You are just a small villain in the larger picture of it all. Let me leave you with this. The night is always darkest before the dawn. Don’t worry though, my light pierces that darkness. Allow me to re-welcome your useless asses and parasites to the Reign of Chaos. I am the one and only Man of Chaos. Walk carefully. Think carefully. That instinct pulling on your heart telling your mind to run, listen to it. It knows more than you may realize. The punishment only begins.”
*He allows the venom of his words to seep in. Seeping in deep before the true light to this darkness returns.*
The words have been spoken. No drawings with crayons or pictures hung for the feeble minded to understand what was said. He is the one that you all will bow to before the world begins to fall. Zolton is a weaver of word murals. Let them resonate within your mind. Don’t let the harshness of his venom make you reject them right away. The message then won’t be received. He will destroy not just one foe, but two. His number one contender will be so beaten and bruised that he won’t be able to make it to the match at DreamState. Fools. Peons. Parasites and others. The words have been spoken, now witness them become reality.
*Her beautiful voice begins to trail off in an odd echo. The scene before us suddenly changes though, we are within the skeleton of the structure that we were just sitting on the outside of. What is happening? Are we supposed to see this? Crystal smiles up at Zolton. Where did she come from? He holds her. Then we go blind and deaf. Were we supposed to see that? Either way. We are done now.*