Complexities of Chaos: Chapter 7: A Volatile Situation!!
Jan 16, 2022 12:59:52 GMT -5
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Post by Z on Jan 16, 2022 12:59:52 GMT -5
Complexities of Chaos: Chapter 7: A Volatile Situation!!
*Our vision comes into focus upon an empty circle that has two lights slowly blinking. On. Then. Off. The colors are changing with each time they slowly blink on. There is a variety of sounds that comes to our auditory receptors. But there is only one sound that covers those distant background sounds.*
“The world tends to rotate and revolve as normal. Routines continue throughout the planet. But I am here to explain some things that have seemed to carry over into the world of Action Wrestling.”
*His voice is powerful. Vibrating even as he enters our field of vision standing dead center of the lights.*
“Stories began so, so long ago. The passing of tales from one generation to the next. Some say that most of these stories did not stem from an actual event that occurred. They were sparked from a single and solitary moment. The storytellers, elders, the previous generation. They began to embellish these single moments. And as the stories continued to pass from one generation to the next, the embellishments grew and grew with telling of the stories. That is where we seem to have reached here in Action Wrestling. This story is all about jealousy. Disdain for one’s success and knowing that they could never live up to who is holding onto the success and power of influence.”
*As he stood and spoke, the growl of power remained, the tone level. He only moved to get to the current spot in which he stands.*
“The jealous one is known by the name of Jonny Cedrone. A pathetic excuse for what you all out there like to call a professional wrestler. He tried and tried to reach and achieve the level of the Man of Chaos in another company. Tried as much as he could, failed at every turn. Now that I have come here to Action Wrestling and have risen to new heights. New levels of infamy, he couldn’t stand that and had to infiltrate the roster here at Action Wrestling. Now we stand on the same side of the ring. Only because we have to. If the powers that be think this is a good situation. The best situation to promote a future three way battle, for the championship that should already be mine. That Hardcore Championship belt should be mine, some how, some way she escaped at Turmoil.”
*Z, the Man of Chaos slowly rises his eye level to shine those piercing blue eyes square onto our representation of eyes.*
“The story has only begun. The tale has only just started and has stemmed from one single moment in time. That moment coming from Cedrone was back in World Wrestling Headquarters. The moment in which I put him into the hospital alongside his little secret girlfriend. The single moment that began the tale between Ash Blake and I, was the weeks leading up to Turmoil. She thought it was done. It was completed at the end of the night of Turmoil. I feel no sorrow for what I have been doing to her since that night. I still crave that Hardcore Championship glory. This match is just another example of how much I deserve to revolutionize the violence division.”
*His eyes seem to pulsate some before he continues.*
“Then there is this fool. This weak hearted. Spineless loser that is begging for validation of supposedly being violent. When has he shown any signs of being able to handle the ever growing violence in these wars? I have seen none. If I had any sympathy flowing through these ice veins, I would feel sympathy for Ash Blake. She is being forced to be on the same side of the ring with him. A handicap for me. Perfection. Ashley, you have allowed your arrogance to lead you rather than your logic. Another handicap that weakens you and helps me. Ash, you possess my gold. You stole it. And stealing from me is culpable to receive the steepest punishment. That punishment is nothing short of actually dying in my bare hands. I will break you. Your bones. Your will. Your heart. You are the only real opponent for me. Cedrone is a mere pawn in some kind of twisted game that the Powers that Be wish to orchestrate over an extended period of time. Do I care about his feelings? That is the most ignorant question someone could ask. I only carry feelings for one soul on this planet.”
*Suddenly it seems as though Z is coming closer to us or vice versa. As this begins the multicolored slowly blinking lights begin to up the pace. Almost a full on strobe like fashion. Bigger and brighter those piercing blue eyes become.*
“The night of Clash will arrive and violence is only the beginning. These tales are on two separate planes and flying into two different directions. Two different violent crashes. Monday Night Clash will be the downfall of the current Hardcore Championship possesser. Once the final bell tolls, Cedrone you are going to receive some punishment as well. How severe that punishment will be is up to my discretion. You think you know my violent peak. You are terribly wrong and to the collateral damage on this train careening toward a mountainside is only that. Just a casualty in a war he has no business being a part of. The words of the Man of Chaos have been spoken. Now the catchphrase comes in at this point. That phrase is, ``So the words shall become reality.”
*As his words seem to carry off into the distance like a light breeze, he vanishes just as he appeared, quickly. The multi-colored lights continue to strobe, faster and faster until all our vision sees is a rainbow of colors, then darkness. Silence.*
*Our vision comes into focus upon an empty circle that has two lights slowly blinking. On. Then. Off. The colors are changing with each time they slowly blink on. There is a variety of sounds that comes to our auditory receptors. But there is only one sound that covers those distant background sounds.*
“The world tends to rotate and revolve as normal. Routines continue throughout the planet. But I am here to explain some things that have seemed to carry over into the world of Action Wrestling.”
*His voice is powerful. Vibrating even as he enters our field of vision standing dead center of the lights.*
“Stories began so, so long ago. The passing of tales from one generation to the next. Some say that most of these stories did not stem from an actual event that occurred. They were sparked from a single and solitary moment. The storytellers, elders, the previous generation. They began to embellish these single moments. And as the stories continued to pass from one generation to the next, the embellishments grew and grew with telling of the stories. That is where we seem to have reached here in Action Wrestling. This story is all about jealousy. Disdain for one’s success and knowing that they could never live up to who is holding onto the success and power of influence.”
*As he stood and spoke, the growl of power remained, the tone level. He only moved to get to the current spot in which he stands.*
“The jealous one is known by the name of Jonny Cedrone. A pathetic excuse for what you all out there like to call a professional wrestler. He tried and tried to reach and achieve the level of the Man of Chaos in another company. Tried as much as he could, failed at every turn. Now that I have come here to Action Wrestling and have risen to new heights. New levels of infamy, he couldn’t stand that and had to infiltrate the roster here at Action Wrestling. Now we stand on the same side of the ring. Only because we have to. If the powers that be think this is a good situation. The best situation to promote a future three way battle, for the championship that should already be mine. That Hardcore Championship belt should be mine, some how, some way she escaped at Turmoil.”
*Z, the Man of Chaos slowly rises his eye level to shine those piercing blue eyes square onto our representation of eyes.*
“The story has only begun. The tale has only just started and has stemmed from one single moment in time. That moment coming from Cedrone was back in World Wrestling Headquarters. The moment in which I put him into the hospital alongside his little secret girlfriend. The single moment that began the tale between Ash Blake and I, was the weeks leading up to Turmoil. She thought it was done. It was completed at the end of the night of Turmoil. I feel no sorrow for what I have been doing to her since that night. I still crave that Hardcore Championship glory. This match is just another example of how much I deserve to revolutionize the violence division.”
*His eyes seem to pulsate some before he continues.*
“Then there is this fool. This weak hearted. Spineless loser that is begging for validation of supposedly being violent. When has he shown any signs of being able to handle the ever growing violence in these wars? I have seen none. If I had any sympathy flowing through these ice veins, I would feel sympathy for Ash Blake. She is being forced to be on the same side of the ring with him. A handicap for me. Perfection. Ashley, you have allowed your arrogance to lead you rather than your logic. Another handicap that weakens you and helps me. Ash, you possess my gold. You stole it. And stealing from me is culpable to receive the steepest punishment. That punishment is nothing short of actually dying in my bare hands. I will break you. Your bones. Your will. Your heart. You are the only real opponent for me. Cedrone is a mere pawn in some kind of twisted game that the Powers that Be wish to orchestrate over an extended period of time. Do I care about his feelings? That is the most ignorant question someone could ask. I only carry feelings for one soul on this planet.”
*Suddenly it seems as though Z is coming closer to us or vice versa. As this begins the multicolored slowly blinking lights begin to up the pace. Almost a full on strobe like fashion. Bigger and brighter those piercing blue eyes become.*
“The night of Clash will arrive and violence is only the beginning. These tales are on two separate planes and flying into two different directions. Two different violent crashes. Monday Night Clash will be the downfall of the current Hardcore Championship possesser. Once the final bell tolls, Cedrone you are going to receive some punishment as well. How severe that punishment will be is up to my discretion. You think you know my violent peak. You are terribly wrong and to the collateral damage on this train careening toward a mountainside is only that. Just a casualty in a war he has no business being a part of. The words of the Man of Chaos have been spoken. Now the catchphrase comes in at this point. That phrase is, ``So the words shall become reality.”
*As his words seem to carry off into the distance like a light breeze, he vanishes just as he appeared, quickly. The multi-colored lights continue to strobe, faster and faster until all our vision sees is a rainbow of colors, then darkness. Silence.*
