Post by Z on Jan 19, 2022 20:17:21 GMT -5
Words spoken… Promises made… ONLY CHAOS REMAINS!!
“Stories have been told. Woven. Constructed. Mixed with words of a threatening nature. Promises made. As the world turns and begins to accept the chaos that is beginning to envelope it. Only one thing remains unfinished. Empty promises. Words of a meaningless nature. Only the Championship stands within the reach of the Man of Chaos.”
*His voice comes across our auditory receptors like a wave of smooth low boom. We remain in darkness until the final syllable is spoken, we are thrown into a bright, blinding room filled with light, dark colors, and a moving orb that fills the space we can see.*
“Here we are peons and mouth breathing parasites. The coliseum awaits the real and true champion to rise and show that he is really capable of carrying an entire wrestling company upon his back, a second one.”
*As our vision begins to clear and focus, inside the massive orb are images as though they are being animated through a flip book but the book is some kind of prism, the flipping is a strobe light flashing from an unseen place.*
“What you see before you is the two paths that have led us to this point. To this final clash of one titan and a peon who has outlived his welcome. My path, so easy, so predictable. Unleashing hell in round one. Destroying a star of a rebel cause that could barely stand once the chaos had her.”
*The images animate with a fluidity in the prism. Showing Zolton fighting Rebel Star. Probably in true reality the most difficult contest he had thus far, in the Wrestling Coalition’s World Championship tournament. Of course he wouldn’t admit that.*
“Malone, in his almighty luck, stumbled into the battle against another peon. Useless excuse for a meat sack in Kacie. Who is that? Are they even still in this company? If they are or aren’t I really couldn’t care less. Malone made it through to the second round.”
*Again the flashing light reveals the images in a step by step manner, showing the highlights of Adam Malone against Kacie, as Z said coming out with the victory. The images then switch to a different encounter between Adam Malone and another foe. Name unknown to us at this moment.*
“Take a look at the next round of battles in this tournament that has been mine since the day I signed my contract with Wrestling Coalition. A knock down. Drag out. Display of disappointment between my supposed challenger in the final round of this tournament in the coliseum for Coalition. Chris Chaos, who somehow survived round one almost took Malone out in the second stage of the war. But somehow, some way Malone again slithered his way to a victory and advanced onto the semi finals of the step ladder to glory.”
*The images now reveal Zolton in his next battle against the man known as the Golden Standard.*
“As we progress through this step ladder of violence and glory, I took out the supposed favorite. The one that was supposed to wipe the mat with my thick locks of hair. What really happened though? Oh that’s right, Chaos took over and sent the rich boy packing with eyes full of tears because he couldn’t handle the big time. Do I feel apologetic for such an overwhelming beat down? Are you serious? I am the bringer of pain and chaos, he knew that going in and so did his silver spoon feeding parents. I am the uncrowned Champion of Wrestling Coalition, now two foes down and know that to be true. What happened next?”
*Again, highlights play through in a flip book style. As the victory over Copeland by Z finishes out, the movie of sorts switches to the next round for Zolton against a dark horse in the tournament, Orianna.*
“Ah yes, Miss Johnson. The one who was supposed to eek out some kind of shocking victory over me. But as you all out there in the world are witnessing and witnessed on that night. She was no match for Chaos. She found herself overwhelmed from the start. I was once again proving how truly dominant I am and why I will be the face of this company when the end of Coalition falls.”
*Next set of images flow right into Malone’s semi finals matchup against the Unknown Soldier, Z has mentioned before. A battle of attrition plays in the prism to show Malone getting his hand raised.*
“Another shock to me and many others that truly know what this sport and business is all about. Soldier fell to the parasite. How disappointing it was to see that. So here we stand Malone. One more battle. One more contest before I am officially crowned as the World Champion. That crown placed upon my head rightfully. I have been the King of this company since day one. You all wished and prayed to the skies that carry no god that I wouldn’t get to this point. Even you, Adam, you bent the knee and prayed to whatever rat god you pray to that I wouldn’t make it to the finals of the tournament, yet here I am. You promised to meet me in the finals though, which I found a little odd when you had no idea you would be able to outlast and survive the Unknown Soldier.”
*The highlights in the prism switch to different images. Violent and bloody war scenes from various movies over the years. Wars from the ancient societies, up to more recent bloody battles and wars involving powerful and sophisticated weaponry. We remain focused on the theatrical display of videos and highlights, in our periphery there is movement.*
“As I began this promotional statement, there have been stories woven and spoken. Passed along from generation to generation creating a world of fantasy just to hide the reality. Promises made by deities that never actually existed. Empty promises made by the mere mortals who fed those impossible nonexistent deities. Now we stand in the present after centuries of these stories and tall tales being passed on and on and on. I stand here and ask you Malone, have there been any words that I have spoken that were false? Has there been any promise I have made that has been broken leading to this moment? Leading up to the moment where we stand nose to chest in the middle of that arena? I can answer those questions for you Adam. No. Not one word spoken was a weave of a lie. Not one promise that failed to fall into place and become reality. I’ve expelled all the enemies standing in front of me, not defeated once. Made it to the finals without any inclination of possible stumbling. Possibly failing. Meanwhile on your side of things, you have slithered and escaped as the original sin, the snake of the garden that only existed in fairy tales. You refuse to see the truth of what is going to happen to you within the walls of that coliseum this week. You are telling yourself how confident and amazing you will be when everything else points in the opposite direction. Again Adam, allow me to officially welcome you to the Era of Chaos. The second era in a second company.”
*As the bright and brilliant strobe light begins to slow its blinking, what movement we saw earlier in our periphery comes into focus in the center of our vision just below the orb, it is none other than the man himself. The Man of Chaos, Zolton. His head almost touches the bottom of the prism that is now refracting light upon the space surrounding it with multiple colors of light. Z leans his head back adding his blue eye glow to the refracted light.*
“I came to this new company with one and only one vision and thought in mind. That was to become the first and most likely the only King of the Coalition. The representation of this company no matter where I arrive to add more and more souls to my wake of Chaos. Adam, I am sure you had gumdrop and jumping bean dreams about doing the same but deep down in your heart, slid and forced to the recesses of your already pretty dull mind, you knew it was impossible. You aren’t worthy. You are incapable of carrying an entire company upon your shoulders throughout the world. Into other companies. Against whomever they consider a challenger. Hell, Malone you are barely a challenger for the Queen’s crown. I am not here to express to you my hopes. My dreams. My goals and plans for my future in this company. I have already foretold what will happen and how things will end up. The path to that ultimate conclusion is the unknown. The fun and excitement of weaving, creating and reacting to the bloody battle is all the joy. As the mouth breathing parasites and other peons that fill the seats in the coliseum will all be wishing that I fail. That I stumble and somehow, someway you are intelligent enough to see the stumble and somehow take advantage of this nonexistent stumble of mine to be able to survive, slither and escape as the King. That is all hopeless and meaningless prayers and wishes. Malone is the signature staple of this tournament. Of this build up and woven story and legacy of the Wrestling Coalition brand and company. I am the one that will make that legacy of this company worth something. It would be ill advised of those morons in power to support a victory by Adam Malone once the judgment comes down with an iron fist. It is I who will stand over the carcass of you, Malone. You are simply the next and most importantly, the final nail I have needed to slam into the figurative coffin of the opening chapter of this corporation. I am the rightful leader and face of a true war created company.”
*He pauses as his arms rise to the height of his shoulders during the monolog he just said. Steadiness. Absolute ferocity in a way that can only be described as a violent calm. The pregnant pause comes to a close with his eyes squarely staring at us. HIs arms and hands have fallen naturally to his sides. We catch in the prism some more strobe light flip book style highlights of Zolton standing over a body. His hands raised above his head. A championship belt drapes down his right arm. His eyes glaring out into the emptiness we cannot see behind us. A smile that is nothing short of pure evil.*
“I have warned you Malone. I have warned you through words. Elaborate poetry. Sent you warnings through the most understood language throughout the many worlds and universes, through actions. My actions should have woken you up three battles ago. Because you have been so dense. So incredibly stupid and blind to the actual reality you are about to find yourself in. I will have to destroy you. Not just defeat you. That would be too simple. Giving you an easy pass. No Malone, you will be my ultimate statement to the rest of those holding onto a roster slot of Wrestling Coalition. A daring and very powerful message that no words could ever describe in the right light. You were already at the foot of a steep cliff that is impossible to traverse and overcome to reach the peak that is already in my possession. You see it Adam? Do you feel it? Of course not because you lack the ability to see past your own pointed and grotesque nose that will soon be floating onto one of your cheeks. I am the nightmare your precious mother tried to shelter you from. I am the monster you saw in your daddy so many years ago.”
*He pauses as the highlights of him being victorious quite handedly continue to play in the prism that is trapped inside the massive orb. He remains focused upon us as he begins to almost float in our direction.*
“Here it is Malone. Here we are Adam. We have reached the end of the road. Did you sell your soul at the crossroads we passed a month ago? That is the only chance you have of surviving this battle with me. Even if your pretend devil took your soul as he gave you an empty promise that he will give the championship riches. Did you ever stop to think that maybe it was and is all bullshit? Gods and devils? It is all bullshit and always has been. It’s been a tool for those that carry seniority in different cultures to retain and gain power. I do not need such fantasies. I don’t need the fairy tales told to children to feel better about the world and my chances in this battle of all battles. You see Malone, I have promised each every speed bump in my path to this point that they will fall and be carried off into oblivion and obscurity in my wake of chaos. And if you think, the prayers of your mommy. The mediocre upbringing you had will alleviate the same promises being made to you? Think again little boy. Adam Malone is a footnote of the whole scheme of things and I vow to prove that by ultimately making you the staple statement of mine in this company. The big message to the rest of the world. To send that wave of fear throughout those mouth breathing parasites that are cheering and hoping for you to be the one that is victorious. I have no plan, just a vision. I don’t think through each and every move in the battle. I simply do what I do best. Be more powerful. Be more agile. Be more athletic. And above all else, far more intelligent than those that I face and of course that doesn’t change in this instance. Are you tired of being told the truth now Adam Malone? Of course you are tired of it because in your eyes I am dumb. I am only spreading lies and imaginative stories. Think what you wish. Reality is something you can never escape Adam. As hard as you try. As blindly as you weave your path through your life. Reality is there to tear you down from the high horse Mommy and other mommy put you on. I am your crashing and very scary reality.”
*His evil smile only widens as his words continue coming through with a violent calm and soft viciousness.*
“Your fairytale story ends this week on Coalition. In the center of that coliseum. In front of those fat, useless, cheetos dust fingers, mouth breathing, peons and parasites. You will beg for mercy from your king. No mercy will come. Only a reality check capped off with the most incredible violent beauty anyone could ever dream of. I am Zolton. I am the king of the Wrestling Coalition. The era of Chaos begins. It won’t end either. Allow the catch phrase to flow fluidly now. The words have beens spoken. So shall they become reality.”
*He seemingly floats on by us to our right. The still imagery remains in our sudden blindness of Z standing tall, victorious over his enemy holding gold. All we hear is his final syllables echoing. Then silence. Pure darkness. Deaf. Blind. Finit.*
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*The scene flashes and swirls into focus upon a young blonde haired beauty, her hair is capped with a dark color. She stands with a smile in front of a tall man with long wavy thick hair. He too is smiling.*
“What is it, my love?”
*The man speaks, the tone is familiar. It sounds and now is revealed to be World Wrestling Headquarters World Heavyweight Champion, Zolton. The young beauty can only be his love. His queen, Crystal Kendell.*
“Just come outside with me babe. It will all be revealed then I promise.”
*Zolton nods as Crystal turns, her hand interlaces the fingers with Zolton’s and they both step outside the large blue door of the room they are standing in. As they step outside, the scene switches to the outside view. The crisp cool air is revealed through the two lovers breathing out. They step down the few steps to the concrete and marbled path out in front of the large elaborate porch of the house.*
“Remember a little bit ago I said we needed to talk?”
*Zolton nods*
“Here is the reason why.”
*Crystal stops and has Zolton remain in that spot as she takes several more steps on the path to a rather odd but quite elaborate and decorated container of sorts. Crystal takes a hold upon a rope on the back of the container.*
“You ready my King?”
*She asks with some joy and Z nods with anticipation. Crystal gives a good tug on the rope and the container explodes into a machine contorting and shifting. Moving to create some shapes. What the display turns into is nothing short of fantastic.*
“OH! MY! HELL!”
*Are the only words exploding from Zolton’s lips as he gazes upon the display and Crystal steps out from behind glowing. The display is of bassinet with a mobile above it spinning. Inside the bassinet is a present neatly wrapped. Z seems to know what this is but still steps to it and gently grabs the little present. He slowly and carefully unwraps it and inside is something that isn’t quite discernible from this angle.*
“Seriously?! We really are?!”
“Yes baby we are.”
*Zolton grabs and lifts up his queen swiftly hugging her, he kisses her as she cups his bearded cheeks in her hands. Just as quickly as the scene flashed and swirled into focus, it did the opposite, leaving nothing but black for the world to see.*