Post by The Galactic Warlock on Feb 2, 2018 15:34:53 GMT -5
/\/\ A purple robed man, and his hands are at his hips. Looking around a bit, he seems to be on the edge of a cliff, a desert cliff to be sure. Perhaps the Grand Canyon... Then the man turns around, and lowers his hood, and it can be no doubt that TakMak the Galactic Warlord is there, and his smile beams for long moments, before he breaks the golden silence broken only by the silvery cries of great war birds that cannot be seen, but definitely heard. /\/\
TakMak is saying: I wish my joy could be shouted, and yet I wish not to disturb the nature that surrounds me. I disturb it some with my mere presence, unfortunately, but such is the presence of hume'ah'rahts (you are a hume'ah'raht, you watching at home) upon this world. I remember, a time long forgotten, in a spot that is likely very near the spot where I once stood then. I cannot recall for certain, but all the lands were one land then, and only the All'ah'rahts were there then. They were a peaceful people, and they planted... NO, are you sure Grenis 'Grahold?!?
/\/\ TakMak turns away then, and looks up to the skies. His hands are no longer at his hips; the power stance is broken. He raises his hands to the skies and lowers his head for long moments; almost as if the head has been severed from the body, but we know this is not so. /\/\
TakMak is saying: No, I cannot speak of those times, not fully. The Seer Grenis Grahold has forbidden me to speak of it, and I shall not go against his wishes. Suffice it to say (TakMak turns around then, and though looking troubled before, his smile returns; less of a smile, but happy all the same.) that there is great power in what is called a desert. All of the deserts across this world, and others; it cannot be said why though. Well, for most of them. You see, here, a great civilization was birthed and grew strong; the power of this, particular desert, is what drew them, you see. They ran through these sands and rocky ground. They made fortresses and family units, one and the same! oh yes, one no less powerful than the other. In the mesas and plateaus they simply WERE, and they were what the now people call the Native Americans. Wise and learned beyond what time innumerable is capable of expressing, so imagine that I cannot explain as well. Still, indeed! they are a remarkable people!
/\/\ The Galactic Warlock smiles, though there is a different quality to this one; he knows and does not divulge, this one expression says without words. /\/\
TakMak is saying: Crimson Jayhawk, while perhaps this is the cosmos playing a trick of twin illusions, that which humans call a coincidence--and sometimes this morphs into irony, though only your most learned can tell these two types apart, though many pretend at it--are you at one with these ancient peoples? Iron Wolf, He Who Steps Lightly, Shadow Walker; I knew them once, and others. But, let us not speak of the past, when this is now! In ten short days, how short hume'ah'rahts may not know truly, but Blood Hawk, you will fly to the BeLighted City, and then I will appear at this place as well, in the distance from here, in these Grandiose Canyons of which I now stand. We will do battle then, and the waiting will be all the harder, considering that which has been offered to us by the Warlords of Action Wrestling, but not promised. Electricity thrills through me as I think of the contest that awaits us. While many grandiose, to use the word again--forgive me Action Wrestling fans!--, battles will take place on that evening, I must be concerned with the gathering of power and love. So then, our contest of wills, bodies, and exuberance will take place, and for the winner a spot at becoming the first being to become the United States Championship Title holder!!!
/\/\ TakMak places his hands on his hips again, and smiles without saying anything for long moments; perhaps he needs to say nothing else, and the observer is left to wonder if that is all. Before much longer, as the cry of an eagle rings through the canyons, a far away look takes shape within the Warlock's eyes. /\/\
TakMak is saying: The time of power is almost come upon me, and soon I most meditate on what is to come. Suffice it to say, Mr. Gravedigger, I wept tears of joy at the announcement that I, just maybe, will become that most prestigious of champions: that which is offered. I can assure you Action Wrestling fans, a most powerful amount of love and respect will come to me then, though I must always ask more; it is free to give, after all, and already I feel it through the nodes of power that is the gem which is called your internet. It's many facets gleam and sparkle, and through many of them, I receive your love and respect, and I can but thank you humbly! Love and respect, freely given; not like the Earth that is 9 across, 3 down, and then 1 diagonal of this one; oh ho, how intolerable that plane of being is. This one, this one is more than tolerable, it has its own qualities of a most unique nature. Jayhawk, if I may shorten your name, I care not whether you wished to be loved or hated within the depths and reaches of Action Wrestling. For it is sad to say that some men and women of the hume'ah'raht race, of which you are most certainly one of them, crave. Sad, more than 93.77 percent of the universe gravitates to only one or only the other; and so then, the Universal Balance is kept, and so shall it be weighed until the end of time...perhaps. (TakMak shakes his head in a gesture that says, go away thoughts that do not belong) The time is short, and my meditation must commence soon. I will say that I wish to win, and ho ho ho, that is not all. My body has absorbed the codex of power that the nation of Japan gifted unto me, in the form of many of their wrestling holds and moves! So too have the people to the South that you call the people of Mexico, so too did they grant their learned knowledge unto me! So then, I shall spin, dervish, whirl, crash, and yet restrain as well; no matter what style you have, it cannot overcome mine own. So then whatever words you speak at me, the fans of Action Wrestling can only hear my words, at least as far as you and I are concerned. So then, Crimson Jayhawk, what can you possibly do to best me, when one weighs all these factors? This balance must, of course--and I feel sad to say for you--shift and strain, and the scale that I rest upon is like that of the weight of a kaiju, and yours the weight of a feather. If you cannot comprehend such words, let my legs and arms, and feet and hands guide you to a wonderful understanding--wonderful for me that is, and crushing defeat for you, unfortunately. Gatballabingyozangmang!!!
/\/\ With that, TakMak the Galactic Warlock lowers himself to the ground in a position with legs locked around themselves, and with his left hand he draws his hood over his head, covered more fully now in his purple robes. Slowly, a purple light envelops all that you see, to slowly turn to a white background, with the Power Symbol above all others in black; the Power Symbol which only TakMak may wield with the fullness and truthfulness of it's whole.