Post by Deleted on May 4, 2020 20:29:17 GMT -5
We can see an island, well truly we can only see part of it. The part of the island which we can see looks like a mega city it is quite massive. At the center of this mega city is a castle.
The castle doesn't look too old, or too dark, however when viewed in companionship to the more modern buildings around her she is definitely out of place, some would even say she is out of time itself. As we move closer the gateway opens and we enter the interior. The interior of the castle is much larger than one would presume given the appearance of the size from outside of her.
We move along the cobblestone, there is a rather heavy military presence at most doors, stairwells and even a few of the stable stalls off against the western wall of the castle. A small unit of those military men approach. They grab the cameraman, and the rest of the people with him and proceed to escort them towards a certain door.
Guard #1: Why have you come to the great city of Pandora, and entered her hallowed halls? This city is only for those who are loyal to the Void, and his followers the Horsemen of the APOCALYPSE!
Another guard notices the Outlaw Pro Wrestling badge on one of the men, and steps forward.
Guard #2: It would seem they are here to speak to the Void, and get our exaulted ones words regarding his opponents for this new company he has signed himself and the Apocalypse up to.
The first guard looks at the second man, and then starts walking just waving for the O.P.W. crew to follow, which they do. The hallways are dark, and dank, there are areas where condensation and water leak down the walls. After a few minutes of these winding, stone hallways they reach a room. The doors to this room are solid oak, and are adorned with iron bars, panels, and locks. The two guards open the doors and lead the crew inside.
Interviewer: Well hello Mr. Knight. I've got . . .
The first guard grabs the male interviewer and pushes him forward.
Guard #1: Do you really think you are anything more than a glorified microphone stand? You haven't been granted permission to speak. Just stand there and hold the microphone while our leader speaks. I mean with opponents like a vampire, and a Goddess of Death? How did these two even escape the sanitarium?
With rather swift action Stalker reaches out and grabs the guard by the throat. His eyes are black, yet they have this glow about them which is hard to identify. He slams the guard against the arm of his throne, which is a perfect replica of the Iron Throne from the Game of Thrones series. The man drops like he was hit by a semi truck. He is alive thankfully, however it is unlikely that he is still conscious.
Stalker: Take this man to the dungeons, and have some respect beaten into him. After that have him removed from Pandora. As to my opponents this week in the debut of the world's most dominant force. We aren't a wrestling crew, we aren't a wrestling faction. We are a WORLDWIDE entity which is going to assimilate anyone or anything we desire. As for anyone else? If you stand against us, or we do not find you to be worthy . . . then you will be decimated and left laying in anguish. Alexis, a vampire? That's cute. Vampires aren't anything like you see in any Hollywood movie, not just Twilight. True vampires walk among normal men, and they hide by not hiding. I feel nothing but regret and pity for you. Believing that you are something supernatural this signifies some form of serious mental break, UNLESS of course you ARE something more than human. However, if you were something more you wouldn't be trying to draw so much attention to yourself. You would try and meld into the background. You however, you walk around looking like a teenaged emo wannabe. I do not talk about who or what I am. I let my performance in the ring take care of letting people know EXACTLY who I am. I offer you this olive branch. You haven't irritated me, or pissed me off. So, I say this be smart and take a step back. Let the witch stew in her own words. Leave her to suffer the fate which she has called down upon herself. Then and only then will there be a future for you here. You do not want to see what happens to someone who tries to dance with forces she does not understand.
Stalker waves his hand and the unconscious guard is finally taken from the throne room. Stalker looks to his left as a door opens and in walks Anna Jade. She walks up to him and holds up an amulet.
Anna: Liege, the emblem you have requested is ready.
She hands the amulet over to Stalker.
Stalker: You never go into a war with someone who claims to be a magic user without some form of magic of your own. Necra this Amulet will prevent you from trying any of your dark tricks.
Stalker places the amulet around his neck and then grins.
Stalker: Necra, you called me by a name which holds no meaning here. You referred to a dead husk of my former self. You called me a coward. You said that I meant NOTHING. Well seeing as how you have brought up someone who hasn't shown her face since young Anna almost beat here last month, either you're calling her a coward, or you're just throwing out words because you're afraid. The question is what are you afraid of? Are you afraid that without her you have no meaning? Are you afraid that without her to guide you you will do nothing but fail? In N.C.W. when I was the man you seem to think I still am, I lead from the shadows. I let people think I was a follower, but I only allowed that because it made it easier for me to infiltrate and infest the N.C.W. with our doctrine. We may not have held anything but The Championship which was wrenched from Anna's grasp by means not worthy of a Champion. The woman may call herself a Champion, but she has been hiding ever since her and her husband stole what didn't belong to them. But something more valid . . . you say we did NOTHING? Are you forgetting that we took out who we pleased, when we pleased? Are you forgetting that to finally get us under control took more of the roster than i'm sure any of you care to admit, and it took members of the roster who hate each other working together to deal with the plagues which Apocalypse spread throughout the lockeroom. And in the end, the lockeroom didn't win the boss lay fired us, and the N.C.W. seems to have shut it's doors, and gone underground. Does that sound like a win to you? Because to me it sounds like the people in the N.C.W. have decided that they can't handle us, and have decided to go home. So again, who are the real cowards? Now it is time for me to prepare for the flight back to the U.S. so leave.
The crew sent by O.P.W. start to leave the throne room as the scene fades to black.
The castle doesn't look too old, or too dark, however when viewed in companionship to the more modern buildings around her she is definitely out of place, some would even say she is out of time itself. As we move closer the gateway opens and we enter the interior. The interior of the castle is much larger than one would presume given the appearance of the size from outside of her.
We move along the cobblestone, there is a rather heavy military presence at most doors, stairwells and even a few of the stable stalls off against the western wall of the castle. A small unit of those military men approach. They grab the cameraman, and the rest of the people with him and proceed to escort them towards a certain door.
Guard #1: Why have you come to the great city of Pandora, and entered her hallowed halls? This city is only for those who are loyal to the Void, and his followers the Horsemen of the APOCALYPSE!
Another guard notices the Outlaw Pro Wrestling badge on one of the men, and steps forward.
Guard #2: It would seem they are here to speak to the Void, and get our exaulted ones words regarding his opponents for this new company he has signed himself and the Apocalypse up to.
The first guard looks at the second man, and then starts walking just waving for the O.P.W. crew to follow, which they do. The hallways are dark, and dank, there are areas where condensation and water leak down the walls. After a few minutes of these winding, stone hallways they reach a room. The doors to this room are solid oak, and are adorned with iron bars, panels, and locks. The two guards open the doors and lead the crew inside.
Interviewer: Well hello Mr. Knight. I've got . . .
The first guard grabs the male interviewer and pushes him forward.
Guard #1: Do you really think you are anything more than a glorified microphone stand? You haven't been granted permission to speak. Just stand there and hold the microphone while our leader speaks. I mean with opponents like a vampire, and a Goddess of Death? How did these two even escape the sanitarium?
With rather swift action Stalker reaches out and grabs the guard by the throat. His eyes are black, yet they have this glow about them which is hard to identify. He slams the guard against the arm of his throne, which is a perfect replica of the Iron Throne from the Game of Thrones series. The man drops like he was hit by a semi truck. He is alive thankfully, however it is unlikely that he is still conscious.
Stalker: Take this man to the dungeons, and have some respect beaten into him. After that have him removed from Pandora. As to my opponents this week in the debut of the world's most dominant force. We aren't a wrestling crew, we aren't a wrestling faction. We are a WORLDWIDE entity which is going to assimilate anyone or anything we desire. As for anyone else? If you stand against us, or we do not find you to be worthy . . . then you will be decimated and left laying in anguish. Alexis, a vampire? That's cute. Vampires aren't anything like you see in any Hollywood movie, not just Twilight. True vampires walk among normal men, and they hide by not hiding. I feel nothing but regret and pity for you. Believing that you are something supernatural this signifies some form of serious mental break, UNLESS of course you ARE something more than human. However, if you were something more you wouldn't be trying to draw so much attention to yourself. You would try and meld into the background. You however, you walk around looking like a teenaged emo wannabe. I do not talk about who or what I am. I let my performance in the ring take care of letting people know EXACTLY who I am. I offer you this olive branch. You haven't irritated me, or pissed me off. So, I say this be smart and take a step back. Let the witch stew in her own words. Leave her to suffer the fate which she has called down upon herself. Then and only then will there be a future for you here. You do not want to see what happens to someone who tries to dance with forces she does not understand.
Stalker waves his hand and the unconscious guard is finally taken from the throne room. Stalker looks to his left as a door opens and in walks Anna Jade. She walks up to him and holds up an amulet.
Anna: Liege, the emblem you have requested is ready.
She hands the amulet over to Stalker.
Stalker: You never go into a war with someone who claims to be a magic user without some form of magic of your own. Necra this Amulet will prevent you from trying any of your dark tricks.
Stalker places the amulet around his neck and then grins.
Stalker: Necra, you called me by a name which holds no meaning here. You referred to a dead husk of my former self. You called me a coward. You said that I meant NOTHING. Well seeing as how you have brought up someone who hasn't shown her face since young Anna almost beat here last month, either you're calling her a coward, or you're just throwing out words because you're afraid. The question is what are you afraid of? Are you afraid that without her you have no meaning? Are you afraid that without her to guide you you will do nothing but fail? In N.C.W. when I was the man you seem to think I still am, I lead from the shadows. I let people think I was a follower, but I only allowed that because it made it easier for me to infiltrate and infest the N.C.W. with our doctrine. We may not have held anything but The Championship which was wrenched from Anna's grasp by means not worthy of a Champion. The woman may call herself a Champion, but she has been hiding ever since her and her husband stole what didn't belong to them. But something more valid . . . you say we did NOTHING? Are you forgetting that we took out who we pleased, when we pleased? Are you forgetting that to finally get us under control took more of the roster than i'm sure any of you care to admit, and it took members of the roster who hate each other working together to deal with the plagues which Apocalypse spread throughout the lockeroom. And in the end, the lockeroom didn't win the boss lay fired us, and the N.C.W. seems to have shut it's doors, and gone underground. Does that sound like a win to you? Because to me it sounds like the people in the N.C.W. have decided that they can't handle us, and have decided to go home. So again, who are the real cowards? Now it is time for me to prepare for the flight back to the U.S. so leave.
The crew sent by O.P.W. start to leave the throne room as the scene fades to black.