Post by “The Saint” Johnny Eden on Jan 28, 2024 14:14:34 GMT -5
Backwards and Onwards
In the hallowed halls of the Library of Alexandria, where ancient wisdom whispered through the pages, the New Brotherhood found themselves once again. The air was thick with the scent of aged parchment, a fragrance that transcended time. Kevin Bishop and Cipher stood at the heart of this repository of knowledge, flanked by towering shelves that reached towards the heavens.
Elara Thornwood, draped in a robe adorned with nature's hues, stepped forward. A murmured incantation escaped her lips as she traced the intricate patterns of a druidic circle on the mosaic floor. The energy in the room shifted, attuned to the ancient magic she wielded. Leaves seemed to rustle in a breeze that only the druid could sense, and the ambient glow of the circle cast an ethereal light.
“Last time we were here was really our first failure of a mission.” Bishop reminded Cipher.
“Last time we were here we released the Elixer of Life into the world. It wasn’t all bad.”
“We also released something more sinister that we still haven’t found.” Bishop said as he stared at Lucious curiously.
Lucious Ravencroft, the enigmatic scholar, cut a silhouette against the backdrop of ancient tomes and mystical artifacts. Clad in dark, flowing attire that seemed to absorb the ambient light, he moved with an almost spectral grace. His sharp features, framed by cascading waves of raven hair, betrayed an otherworldly allure.
Despite his outward appearance of calm and collected composure, Lucious had been acting peculiarly since their last encounter with the unknown entity in the Library of Alexandria. A subtle shift in his gaze, a distant quality in his voice — these were the nuances that sparked suspicion among the New Brotherhood.
His eyes, once mirrors reflecting a scholar's curiosity, now held a glint of something more elusive. It was as if the abyss of forgotten knowledge beckoned him, and Lucious found himself teetering on the edge between enlightenment and obscurity. The subtle tremor in his hands as he handled ancient manuscripts did not escape notice.
“I’m not too sure we should trust him with these Tomes…” Bishop questioned.
“Despite his intentions, there’s no one in the world better suited to scour through them and find the answers we seek.” Cipher refuted, met with a simple nod from his cohort.
Kevin Bishop observed Elara's ritual with a mix of fascination and respect. The druidic circle glowed brighter with each careful stroke, and the air buzzed with an unseen force. Cipher, too, felt the arcane currents, his senses attuned to the mystical dance being woven.
As the druidic magic reached its crescendo, the air seemed to shimmer. A faint breeze stirred the pages of ancient manuscripts, as if the spirits of the library acknowledged the presence of those who sought its secrets. Elara completed the circle, and a serene calm settled over the chamber, as if the library itself held its breath.
“I feel the power here. It’s unlike anything I’ve experienced before. I’m certain I’ll be able to find that elixer.
Lucious Ravencroft, having gathered his own trove of knowledge, approached with a measured gait. The enigmatic scholar's eyes met Bishop's, a silent exchange that spoke of shared purpose despite differing methods.
In this sanctum of wisdom, the New Brotherhood stood, a trinity of warriors and scholars. Elara's druidic circle, a bridge to ancient forces, stood ready. Lucious, the collector of arcane tomes, brought the weight of history. And Bishop and Cipher, with their unique blend of strategy and magic, prepared to unlock the next chapter in their quest. The Library of Alexandria, keeper of secrets, bore witness to the convergence of past and present.
“Are you ready?” Elara said, a sly smile etching her face.
Elara Thornwood stood at the center of the druidic circle, a mosaic of runes etched into the ground beneath her. Her hands moved gracefully through the air, fingers dancing like leaves in a gentle breeze. The verdant energy that surrounded her seemed to respond to the ancient language she spoke, a melodic chant that resonated with the whispers of the natural world.
As she chanted, the circle pulsed with a soft, emerald glow. Golden vines, seemingly summoned from the very earth, crept along the inscribed lines, weaving a living tapestry of nature's essence with a mixture of ancient Egyptian mystery within it. The air became charged with a vibrant energy, and the atmosphere within the circle shifted, as if the boundaries between the material and the mystical were thinning.
As Elara continued her chant a vial appeared seemingly out of nowhere in the center of the circle on the ground. Bishop rushed towards it but the strong hand of CIpher held him back as Elara appeared to glow. Bishop stood in awe staring at her. Then she started to strain, starting to look as though she was in pain which caused Cipher to rush forward and be stopped by his partner’s strong grasp.
Suddenly the vial began to rise into the air, its presence radiated a rejuvenating aura, promising the restoration of life and the potential to mend the wounds inflicted by supernatural afflictions. In that suspended moment, the elixir symbolized not just a potion but a conduit to the very essence of existence.
Elara fell to the ground, met quickly by Cipher as Bishop rushed to the elixir and held it in his hands. He shed a tear as he held the very key to his son’s recovery in the palm of his hand.
—--------------
The airship landed with a gentle thud, and the New Brotherhood members hurriedly disembarked, their hearts buoyed with the elixir of life in their possession. Anticipation danced in their eyes, the promise of healing for Darren, the beacon of hope that had eluded them for so long.
As they burst through the doors of the New Brotherhood facility, their eager steps turned to a shocked halt. The once meticulously organized corridors were now a chaotic tableau of destruction. Broken equipment and scattered debris told a tale of violent intrusion.
The air was heavy with the scent of blood, and as they navigated the wreckage, they discovered the fallen bodies of Brotherhood soldiers. Sable lay in a pool of her own blood, barely clinging to consciousness. Panic set in as they searched for Kevin's wife, Karma.
They found her in a corner, her usually composed demeanor shattered. Karma sat huddled, her tear-streaked face buried in her hands. The sight of her disheveled state struck a blow to their collective resolve. Kevin rushed to her side, his voice a mix of concern and desperation.
"Karma, what happened? Where's Darren?" Kevin's words hung in the air, pleading for an answer that he feared.
Karma looked up, eyes red-rimmed, and her voice trembled as she spoke. "He’s missing… I don’t know where he is."
The revelation hit like a physical blow. The elation they had felt moments ago transformed into a tempest of anguish. Cipher clenched his fists, his jaw tight with restrained fury. Bishop's expression darkened, a storm brewing behind his usually stoic demeanor.
As they gathered around Karma, the weight of the unknown pressed upon them. Darren, their beacon of hope, had been stolen from the heart of the New Brotherhood. The elixir of life, once a vessel of salvation, now felt like a cruel mockery in the face of this unexpected tragedy.
—--------------
Bishop: Gather 'round, disciples of the New Brotherhood. Final Chapter isn't just a match; it's a pilgrimage, a sacred journey to assert our dominance. In the hallowed halls of Action Wrestling, we are the architects of fate, and our canvas is the tag team division. The Supermarks, Alexander, Wilds — they're but unwitting supplicants, about to bear witness to the divine wrath we unleash.
Our mark will be indelible, etched in the annals of wrestling history.
Cipher: In the ebb and flow of competition, we find the rhythm of growth. Every challenge is a melody, and each opponent, a note in the symphony of our journey. The Supermarks, Alexander, Wilds — they are not adversaries; they're mirrors reflecting our imperfections. To grow, we must face our flaws, embrace them, and transcend. This match is a meditation, a chance to understand ourselves better and emerge stronger, united.
Bishop: Loss is a bitter companion, one that has walked with me through the darkest corridors of life. I've felt its sting, its merciless grip tearing loved ones away. Karma and I, we've weathered storms that would shatter most, and Darren... he's been a beacon, a reason to keep fighting. The Supermarks, Alexander, Wilds — they're stepping into a ring where the echoes of our pain reverberate. But I refuse to feel that loss again. Not in this fight. Not when the stakes are this high.
We're not just defending titles; we're defending our family, our unity. This isn't just about winning; it's about survival. It's about showing the world that no matter how hard they hit, we hit back harder. The Supermarks want a shot at our gold, but what they don't realize is that our titles are forged in the fires of everything we've overcome. They think they know pain, but they're about to get a masterclass.
Cipher: And in the crucible of Final Chapter, we'll show them that pain is a weapon, a tool we wield with precision. Alexander, Wilds, they're just names in our way, obstacles to be dismantled. The pain we inflict will be a message etched in every bruise, every ache — a reminder that the path to victory is paved with sacrifice. This isn't just a match; it's a declaration. The Supermarks will learn that the price of challenging us is more than they're willing to pay.
Bishop: This isn't about domination for its own sake; it's a benevolent act. Our actions are the surgeon's scalpel, cutting away the diseased parts to heal. The Supermarks may see us as conquerors, but in truth, we are saviors. We're doing this not just for ourselves but for the betterment of the Action Wrestling Tag Team division. Like a phoenix rising from the ashes, we'll forge a new era, and the Supermarks will be the sacrificial lambs on the altar of progress.
Cipher: In our pursuit of greatness, we must recognize the shadows within. Alexander and Wilds represent not just opposition but the embodiment of our own struggles. By facing them, we illuminate the path forward. The match at Final Chapter is a pilgrimage, a journey within, and when the final bell tolls, we'll emerge not just as victors but as evolved beings, ready to face the ever-unfolding challenges of our destiny.
Bishop: Our union has proven time and time again that it is the stronger than every opposition placed before us. The Super Marks are blood, yet even with the old adage that blood is thicker than water, we stand taller than them on the pentacle of OUR division.
Cipher: The same cannot be said for yet another team thrown together out of necessity for the sake of having bodies to throw out to keep the wolves at bay. But we ask you…. How many more does Action Wrestling have? How many more lackluster and dimwitted talentless hacks will be placed before us? Our hunger isn’t going to be ended until we…
Bishop: Until there’s not a soul left to challenge our mission of Betterment! The Supermarks will be dealt with along with Jaice Wilds who is still clinging to whatever he can to remain relevant, even if it takes attaching himself to TJ Alexander in hopes to steal from him everything he’s put into Action Wrestling.
Cipher: We may be coming to Action Wrestling’s Final Chapter, but it will NOT BE OUR FINAL CHAPTER!
Bishop: The hunt continues until we bring Betterment to the entirety of Action Wrestling!
Cipher: Bring your Supermarks and bring whatever random ragtag pairing you can think of…. There is no stopping US.
Bishop: The New Brotherhood is Infinite!
In the hallowed halls of the Library of Alexandria, where ancient wisdom whispered through the pages, the New Brotherhood found themselves once again. The air was thick with the scent of aged parchment, a fragrance that transcended time. Kevin Bishop and Cipher stood at the heart of this repository of knowledge, flanked by towering shelves that reached towards the heavens.
Elara Thornwood, draped in a robe adorned with nature's hues, stepped forward. A murmured incantation escaped her lips as she traced the intricate patterns of a druidic circle on the mosaic floor. The energy in the room shifted, attuned to the ancient magic she wielded. Leaves seemed to rustle in a breeze that only the druid could sense, and the ambient glow of the circle cast an ethereal light.
“Last time we were here was really our first failure of a mission.” Bishop reminded Cipher.
“Last time we were here we released the Elixer of Life into the world. It wasn’t all bad.”
“We also released something more sinister that we still haven’t found.” Bishop said as he stared at Lucious curiously.
Lucious Ravencroft, the enigmatic scholar, cut a silhouette against the backdrop of ancient tomes and mystical artifacts. Clad in dark, flowing attire that seemed to absorb the ambient light, he moved with an almost spectral grace. His sharp features, framed by cascading waves of raven hair, betrayed an otherworldly allure.
Despite his outward appearance of calm and collected composure, Lucious had been acting peculiarly since their last encounter with the unknown entity in the Library of Alexandria. A subtle shift in his gaze, a distant quality in his voice — these were the nuances that sparked suspicion among the New Brotherhood.
His eyes, once mirrors reflecting a scholar's curiosity, now held a glint of something more elusive. It was as if the abyss of forgotten knowledge beckoned him, and Lucious found himself teetering on the edge between enlightenment and obscurity. The subtle tremor in his hands as he handled ancient manuscripts did not escape notice.
“I’m not too sure we should trust him with these Tomes…” Bishop questioned.
“Despite his intentions, there’s no one in the world better suited to scour through them and find the answers we seek.” Cipher refuted, met with a simple nod from his cohort.
Kevin Bishop observed Elara's ritual with a mix of fascination and respect. The druidic circle glowed brighter with each careful stroke, and the air buzzed with an unseen force. Cipher, too, felt the arcane currents, his senses attuned to the mystical dance being woven.
As the druidic magic reached its crescendo, the air seemed to shimmer. A faint breeze stirred the pages of ancient manuscripts, as if the spirits of the library acknowledged the presence of those who sought its secrets. Elara completed the circle, and a serene calm settled over the chamber, as if the library itself held its breath.
“I feel the power here. It’s unlike anything I’ve experienced before. I’m certain I’ll be able to find that elixer.
Lucious Ravencroft, having gathered his own trove of knowledge, approached with a measured gait. The enigmatic scholar's eyes met Bishop's, a silent exchange that spoke of shared purpose despite differing methods.
In this sanctum of wisdom, the New Brotherhood stood, a trinity of warriors and scholars. Elara's druidic circle, a bridge to ancient forces, stood ready. Lucious, the collector of arcane tomes, brought the weight of history. And Bishop and Cipher, with their unique blend of strategy and magic, prepared to unlock the next chapter in their quest. The Library of Alexandria, keeper of secrets, bore witness to the convergence of past and present.
“Are you ready?” Elara said, a sly smile etching her face.
Elara Thornwood stood at the center of the druidic circle, a mosaic of runes etched into the ground beneath her. Her hands moved gracefully through the air, fingers dancing like leaves in a gentle breeze. The verdant energy that surrounded her seemed to respond to the ancient language she spoke, a melodic chant that resonated with the whispers of the natural world.
As she chanted, the circle pulsed with a soft, emerald glow. Golden vines, seemingly summoned from the very earth, crept along the inscribed lines, weaving a living tapestry of nature's essence with a mixture of ancient Egyptian mystery within it. The air became charged with a vibrant energy, and the atmosphere within the circle shifted, as if the boundaries between the material and the mystical were thinning.
As Elara continued her chant a vial appeared seemingly out of nowhere in the center of the circle on the ground. Bishop rushed towards it but the strong hand of CIpher held him back as Elara appeared to glow. Bishop stood in awe staring at her. Then she started to strain, starting to look as though she was in pain which caused Cipher to rush forward and be stopped by his partner’s strong grasp.
Suddenly the vial began to rise into the air, its presence radiated a rejuvenating aura, promising the restoration of life and the potential to mend the wounds inflicted by supernatural afflictions. In that suspended moment, the elixir symbolized not just a potion but a conduit to the very essence of existence.
Elara fell to the ground, met quickly by Cipher as Bishop rushed to the elixir and held it in his hands. He shed a tear as he held the very key to his son’s recovery in the palm of his hand.
—--------------
The airship landed with a gentle thud, and the New Brotherhood members hurriedly disembarked, their hearts buoyed with the elixir of life in their possession. Anticipation danced in their eyes, the promise of healing for Darren, the beacon of hope that had eluded them for so long.
As they burst through the doors of the New Brotherhood facility, their eager steps turned to a shocked halt. The once meticulously organized corridors were now a chaotic tableau of destruction. Broken equipment and scattered debris told a tale of violent intrusion.
The air was heavy with the scent of blood, and as they navigated the wreckage, they discovered the fallen bodies of Brotherhood soldiers. Sable lay in a pool of her own blood, barely clinging to consciousness. Panic set in as they searched for Kevin's wife, Karma.
They found her in a corner, her usually composed demeanor shattered. Karma sat huddled, her tear-streaked face buried in her hands. The sight of her disheveled state struck a blow to their collective resolve. Kevin rushed to her side, his voice a mix of concern and desperation.
"Karma, what happened? Where's Darren?" Kevin's words hung in the air, pleading for an answer that he feared.
Karma looked up, eyes red-rimmed, and her voice trembled as she spoke. "He’s missing… I don’t know where he is."
The revelation hit like a physical blow. The elation they had felt moments ago transformed into a tempest of anguish. Cipher clenched his fists, his jaw tight with restrained fury. Bishop's expression darkened, a storm brewing behind his usually stoic demeanor.
As they gathered around Karma, the weight of the unknown pressed upon them. Darren, their beacon of hope, had been stolen from the heart of the New Brotherhood. The elixir of life, once a vessel of salvation, now felt like a cruel mockery in the face of this unexpected tragedy.
—--------------
Bishop: Gather 'round, disciples of the New Brotherhood. Final Chapter isn't just a match; it's a pilgrimage, a sacred journey to assert our dominance. In the hallowed halls of Action Wrestling, we are the architects of fate, and our canvas is the tag team division. The Supermarks, Alexander, Wilds — they're but unwitting supplicants, about to bear witness to the divine wrath we unleash.
Our mark will be indelible, etched in the annals of wrestling history.
Cipher: In the ebb and flow of competition, we find the rhythm of growth. Every challenge is a melody, and each opponent, a note in the symphony of our journey. The Supermarks, Alexander, Wilds — they are not adversaries; they're mirrors reflecting our imperfections. To grow, we must face our flaws, embrace them, and transcend. This match is a meditation, a chance to understand ourselves better and emerge stronger, united.
Bishop: Loss is a bitter companion, one that has walked with me through the darkest corridors of life. I've felt its sting, its merciless grip tearing loved ones away. Karma and I, we've weathered storms that would shatter most, and Darren... he's been a beacon, a reason to keep fighting. The Supermarks, Alexander, Wilds — they're stepping into a ring where the echoes of our pain reverberate. But I refuse to feel that loss again. Not in this fight. Not when the stakes are this high.
We're not just defending titles; we're defending our family, our unity. This isn't just about winning; it's about survival. It's about showing the world that no matter how hard they hit, we hit back harder. The Supermarks want a shot at our gold, but what they don't realize is that our titles are forged in the fires of everything we've overcome. They think they know pain, but they're about to get a masterclass.
Cipher: And in the crucible of Final Chapter, we'll show them that pain is a weapon, a tool we wield with precision. Alexander, Wilds, they're just names in our way, obstacles to be dismantled. The pain we inflict will be a message etched in every bruise, every ache — a reminder that the path to victory is paved with sacrifice. This isn't just a match; it's a declaration. The Supermarks will learn that the price of challenging us is more than they're willing to pay.
Bishop: This isn't about domination for its own sake; it's a benevolent act. Our actions are the surgeon's scalpel, cutting away the diseased parts to heal. The Supermarks may see us as conquerors, but in truth, we are saviors. We're doing this not just for ourselves but for the betterment of the Action Wrestling Tag Team division. Like a phoenix rising from the ashes, we'll forge a new era, and the Supermarks will be the sacrificial lambs on the altar of progress.
Cipher: In our pursuit of greatness, we must recognize the shadows within. Alexander and Wilds represent not just opposition but the embodiment of our own struggles. By facing them, we illuminate the path forward. The match at Final Chapter is a pilgrimage, a journey within, and when the final bell tolls, we'll emerge not just as victors but as evolved beings, ready to face the ever-unfolding challenges of our destiny.
Bishop: Our union has proven time and time again that it is the stronger than every opposition placed before us. The Super Marks are blood, yet even with the old adage that blood is thicker than water, we stand taller than them on the pentacle of OUR division.
Cipher: The same cannot be said for yet another team thrown together out of necessity for the sake of having bodies to throw out to keep the wolves at bay. But we ask you…. How many more does Action Wrestling have? How many more lackluster and dimwitted talentless hacks will be placed before us? Our hunger isn’t going to be ended until we…
Bishop: Until there’s not a soul left to challenge our mission of Betterment! The Supermarks will be dealt with along with Jaice Wilds who is still clinging to whatever he can to remain relevant, even if it takes attaching himself to TJ Alexander in hopes to steal from him everything he’s put into Action Wrestling.
Cipher: We may be coming to Action Wrestling’s Final Chapter, but it will NOT BE OUR FINAL CHAPTER!
Bishop: The hunt continues until we bring Betterment to the entirety of Action Wrestling!
Cipher: Bring your Supermarks and bring whatever random ragtag pairing you can think of…. There is no stopping US.
Bishop: The New Brotherhood is Infinite!