Post by Z on Aug 21, 2021 17:24:24 GMT -5
Complexities of Chaos: Prologue!!
*We once again sit in darkness. Seemingly silent around us, but we know our auditory receptors are working correctly, because this is a slight breeze, blowing sand across a hard cold floor. The rustling of plastic trapped in something is in the distance. Just as we heighten our sense of hearing, or our listening circuits, we are blinded. Shrouded in some kind of cloak. All we see in front of us and there is a wall painted in the most abstract of ways. Colors overlapping other colors. Swirls. Jagged lines. Amongst the chaos there seems to be some kind of calm, cool, collected peace.*
“I can sit here. Stare you all dead in the face and give you a long list of amazing stuff I have accomplished and achieved in my life in this sport. I’ll let the archives of those organizations that I fought in do the telling of that story. I have found myself embarking on a new journey. New beginning as the peons with some knowledge seem to say. If you cannot recognize the voice or speech timing, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Zolton. You can refer to me as your pariah. Your anti hero. Your Man of Chaos.”
*His deep rumbling voice is so distinct we somehow feel an urge to cringe beneath the weight of his words. Remaining out of sight. Continues.*
“I have been given an opportunity within the confines of this company, Action Wrestling. An opportunity to destroy each and every person on it’s Clash roster. Little do the brass running this organization know that I have no intentions on being a team player. Being a man of the company. You see ladies and gentlemen among the parasites, I am the Man of Chaos for a reason.”
*He pauses again and still remains out of our sight. Not normal for Z.*
“I’ve come to disrupt the system. I’ve come to cause jealousy. I’ve come to place myself in between supposed best friends and cause friends to become enemies. While the chaos ensues, I will step in and take what is and will be my destiny.”
*He stretches this pause out, a little bit longer than the previous ones. Distant sounds of machinery creaking in the shadows of days of the past. Still no sighting of Z. We remain focused on the abstractly painted wall.*
“As I weave the nets and webs of deceit and dishonor, I must take the lowest of the rungs of the supposed mythical ladder that I must climb to reach the destination. The brass really scraped the bottom of the barrel with whom they selected to take me on in my first matchup inside the Action Wrestling ring. A man named Samuel Crowe. An odd figure to say the least. Garbage like the rest. First you decide to renounce a life of luxury and power over the peons, for a sport that will show you absolutely no love or loyalty. Very interesting decision you made there Sam. Now we all know you feel special and probably want your full name pronounced like it is supposed to be, but honestly I am not your servant. I am not subject to your nobility. No little man, I am the man you should kneel before. Bow down to me, who I am and what I represent.”
*A short pause before he continues.*
“Enough about the minor details of your life and what you should be doing with it. Let us discuss the reality that will be in front of you Monday Night. I am no pushover. Nor have I ever been one. I have held countless titles and achieved many other things. I am a giant to you. Physically and figuratively. I never plan ahead when it comes to my matches. My fighting. I like to make you react. Make you rethink strategic decisions. Have you ever had the barrel of a six foot seven inch two hundred sixty five pound cannon pointed directly at you? If not, Monday night will be your first experience. And if I have to, I will make your last ever. Make you want to crawl back to your country of origin to beg for your title and your lands back. Begging for the mercy of those who have took charge in your ridiculously idiotic decision.”
*As he speaks, his voice becomes deeper. Coarse. Laced with venom.*
“This may or may not be your first foray in the wrestling business. But it will be the first time you fail to succeed in a match before debuting yourself. You’re in the big leagues now little boy. In a fish bowl filled with sharks, and you’re the weakest. I am the most dangerous. Conniving and dastardly shark in the fishbowl. You won’t know what is happening until I have you ate. Being digested with the rest of the pathetic weaklings from the past. Your beginning becomes your end. Remember that chaos is all around you. Can you find the calm within the waves of chaos around you? That is where everyone fails. They fail to focus their feeble minds upon the task at hand. No they rather look at what possibly could be happening over here…”
*We are shifted suddenly to another painted wall, abstract like before but in a different pattern. Swirls upon swirls.*
“...Will you find yourself distracted from what is possibly happening over there…”
*Again we are shifted, landing on another abstract painting. Colors. Shapes. Chaos within control.*
“...Of course you will because your mind lacks the ability to focus on the beast that is actually there in front of you wanting to destroy you. Sam, this is your one and only warning. Stay away and survive. Fight? And feel the effects of Chaos.”
*We spin to the rest of the wall, all painted. We begin to spin faster and faster to where all the colors become one single blur. Then suddenly we go blind and deaf. Darkness. Silence.*