Post by Master of Destruction on Aug 6, 2006 16:20:43 GMT -5
Is it heaven or is it hell? It is not clear where this is, or if indeed it is a place at all. There is a torrent of weather, it seems to be ever changing; it goes from rain and wind to thunder and lightening. The surrounding area is bleak although it appears to be trying its best to look pleasant. In any other circumstances the setting would be described as picturesque. It seems completely uninhibited although it shows signs that there have been people there before. The rolling countryside is vast and would have looked inviting had the grass not been decaying and turning almost grey. It was beginning to get dark although there could be questions as to whether or not this place had ever seen light. There were mountains of sort all around, most were rocky and looked ominous and impossible to confront. The rain poured down heavily and visibility became poor. There was an occasional clatter of thunder and flashing fork lightning. This noise is subsidised by the howling wind. Moving along, closer to the mountain it is clear that this place is not for living. There are cracks in the rock going all the way up and it is highly treacherous.
Towards the horizon there is a man. He has been coming here for days and days at a time. He doesn’t do anything but walk and sit. Occasionally he looks up towards the mountains and teases climbing it but he always pulls back. At the moment his is sitting with his back against the mountain, staring into the distance. Occasionally he picks up a piece of broken rock and throws it as if he is frustrated. However it doesn’t show any great deal of conviction. The man himself is wearing a black suit with a white top. At one time this looked smart, even sophisticated however it has been torn, and made dirty. The suit is missing the jacket. His shirt is bloodstained…the blood is well dried in showing that this suit has been worn for a while. The man looks tired. His hair is out of control. It is not too long but it is sticking up, obviously not been looked after. He is now sporting stubble, which soon will become a full beard. The man is Master of Destruction. He speaks, not in his usual cocky and confident tone but quieter, fatigued and like he is not speaking to anyone in particular but may be talking to himself.
“Where am I? What am I doing here? I don’t want to be here. I didn’t ask to be here. Why can’t I leave? I need to get out of here and I need to get out of here quickly. Is this hell? I don’t think so. I mean it’s not so bad. Well when I say not so bad, what I mean is it is bearable. It is so boring though. Nothing but my own thoughts. And why am I thinking about these things. Why am I thinking about all the people I have attacked, all the people I have beaten down in some way. Stealing that kids tricycle when I was two. Why does that matter now? Calling that kid fat in high school? Well? He was. I can’t help it if I was just…better. What does it all mean? So, I haven’t exactly lived my life on the moral highway. Show me someone who has. Everyone cuts corners. Ok…maybe I cut more than most but still. So I destroy people and their lives. So what? The clue’s in the freakin’ name. So can I leave yet? Guess not. I’m starting to get a little pissed off now. This has gone on too long. Let me out of this place. I have done nothing wrong…In fact I have done what most people on earth don’t have the guts to do. I have had the guts to do what I want to do. I see what I want and I take it. It doesn’t matter who has it and it doesn’t matter what I have to do to get it. But I don’t deserve this. It’s his fault…it’s their fault. They drove me to this, they made me come to this place. They’ve done worse than me in their time…a lot worse. Why aren’t they here? This should be their home.”
He stands up straight, slowly as if in pain. He wipes some of the dirt away from his shirt, this is a pointless exercise however as there are vast amounts of it. He begins walking, more like staggering, using the cliff-side occasionally for support. He continues walking for a few seconds until he comes to what looks like the making of a stream. He follows it around the corner and the noise hits straight away. It is a waterfall or would be. Water is replaced with bright orange molten lava. It is a hellacious site. With every flow there is a splash and hissing sound, the heat pouring out everywhere. Master of Destruction takes a back step, the heat clearly getting to him, but he has been here for a while, he is almost used to it. He speaks again, this time however more confident and as if he is beginning to get back to his old self.
“I think I know why I am here. I know where this is and what this is. This is purgatory. But I’m not dead I don’t think. So I am being tested. Is this it huh? I need to prove I am good enough to get into heaven. What have I done so bad as to have to prove anything. I was always honest about my deceitfulness. Everyone knew…everyone knows where they stand with me. Everyone knows that the minute they turn their back on me they could get a knife in their back. Personally I think that’s part of my appeal. So what do I have to do to prove myself? There’s nobody here to be nice to. I guess this is a mental test, I hope this is a practice run cause I would bet a lot on the fact that I’m not dead. Heh, if I were it wouldn’t be a bad bet to lose would it? You know what though? This really is Alex Sean and The Anointed who did this. They made this all happen. And I think I know how to leave here, the right way. But first I need to get a few things off my chest. Alex Sean and EBR at SuperBrawl you two will step in the ring with myself and Total Apocalypse who by the way should be here. He is part of this too. But Alex I will explain why all this is your fault. You see Alex Sean you and EBR were lynch-pin of WFWF back in ‘the day’. When I first arrived in the company you were the people to look up to. You were two of the people who were the benchmark of what it was to be a WFWF superstar. So I watched what you did. I ate what you ate, I travelled using the cases that you used and I stayed in the same hotels that you stayed in. I modelled myself after you guys, I probably idolised you guys. And then it all changed. Then I began to realise that maybe you guys were not all ‘that’. I began to watch closer still at your actions and the way that you handled yourselves. Now I didn’t mind the fact that you broke a few rules and stepped over a few people to get to where you wanted to be but lets be honest, I respected that. What I did not respect though was the way you handled yourselves when the going got tough. You guys bailed out when WFWF needed you most. You used WFWF and then you couldn’t handle the pressure you so went where the grass appeared greener. Now like I have said before using things to your advantage is not a negative thing but it was the way you handled the situation. You see you left a sinking ship. You left a company when you potentially had what it took to save it. It was not the fact that you left that pissed me off, no it was the fact that you left when you could do something about it. You dumped the fate of the company onto other peoples laps, you dumped the fate of WFWF partly onto my lap. At that time I had never been considered main event but now I was one of the people being asked to sell out shows. I was being asked to make money when I really had no experience of doing it. And you know what I cracked under the pressure. I will admit that. I left because I couldn’t take it. And then I was the bad guy, jumping on the leaving bandwagon. I was steadily rising up the ranks, given a few months maybe I would have been ready to jump up and take on more main event players. And it all comes down to you two. Easy EBR – a show off, a man who could out do anyone WFWF had to offer and Alex Sean – A man who thought that he was better than anyone, a man who believed that everyone was beneath him. These two men were partly to blame for not only the near demise of WFWF and more importantly the near demise of me.”
Master of Destruction picks up a near by rock about the size of a tennis ball. He stares at it in an obsessive manner before grazing it against his forehead for a few seconds. He takes the rock and throws it into the pit of lava. There is a steady stream of blood trickling down his face. He feels over the cut with his right hand and stares at the blood. He smiles and then begins speaking, again back to his normal cocky sounding voice, however with an edge to it, like he could snap at any moment.
“But you see I did not let that beat me. I took it upon myself to get back to where I wanted to be. I knew where I was going and nobody know where I had been to get there. Was it how I wanted it to be? No it wasn’t. But the fact remains I have done things the way I wanted. I have had to punish myself in order to get there and I have had to make sacrifices to get to where I needed to be. Purgatory is where people are supposed to come and pay for their sins. Therefore in theory it would seem I would be expected to apologise and make right all the bad things I have done to people. But I am not going to do it. I am not going to stand here and blatantly lie, saying that I am sorry for all these things. But I am going to make things right. I have been given an opportunity. This is not the place that I need to be to make it all better. The place I need to be is SuperBrawl and the thing that I am going to make better is the thing that was started two years ago.
Towards the horizon there is a man. He has been coming here for days and days at a time. He doesn’t do anything but walk and sit. Occasionally he looks up towards the mountains and teases climbing it but he always pulls back. At the moment his is sitting with his back against the mountain, staring into the distance. Occasionally he picks up a piece of broken rock and throws it as if he is frustrated. However it doesn’t show any great deal of conviction. The man himself is wearing a black suit with a white top. At one time this looked smart, even sophisticated however it has been torn, and made dirty. The suit is missing the jacket. His shirt is bloodstained…the blood is well dried in showing that this suit has been worn for a while. The man looks tired. His hair is out of control. It is not too long but it is sticking up, obviously not been looked after. He is now sporting stubble, which soon will become a full beard. The man is Master of Destruction. He speaks, not in his usual cocky and confident tone but quieter, fatigued and like he is not speaking to anyone in particular but may be talking to himself.
“Where am I? What am I doing here? I don’t want to be here. I didn’t ask to be here. Why can’t I leave? I need to get out of here and I need to get out of here quickly. Is this hell? I don’t think so. I mean it’s not so bad. Well when I say not so bad, what I mean is it is bearable. It is so boring though. Nothing but my own thoughts. And why am I thinking about these things. Why am I thinking about all the people I have attacked, all the people I have beaten down in some way. Stealing that kids tricycle when I was two. Why does that matter now? Calling that kid fat in high school? Well? He was. I can’t help it if I was just…better. What does it all mean? So, I haven’t exactly lived my life on the moral highway. Show me someone who has. Everyone cuts corners. Ok…maybe I cut more than most but still. So I destroy people and their lives. So what? The clue’s in the freakin’ name. So can I leave yet? Guess not. I’m starting to get a little pissed off now. This has gone on too long. Let me out of this place. I have done nothing wrong…In fact I have done what most people on earth don’t have the guts to do. I have had the guts to do what I want to do. I see what I want and I take it. It doesn’t matter who has it and it doesn’t matter what I have to do to get it. But I don’t deserve this. It’s his fault…it’s their fault. They drove me to this, they made me come to this place. They’ve done worse than me in their time…a lot worse. Why aren’t they here? This should be their home.”
He stands up straight, slowly as if in pain. He wipes some of the dirt away from his shirt, this is a pointless exercise however as there are vast amounts of it. He begins walking, more like staggering, using the cliff-side occasionally for support. He continues walking for a few seconds until he comes to what looks like the making of a stream. He follows it around the corner and the noise hits straight away. It is a waterfall or would be. Water is replaced with bright orange molten lava. It is a hellacious site. With every flow there is a splash and hissing sound, the heat pouring out everywhere. Master of Destruction takes a back step, the heat clearly getting to him, but he has been here for a while, he is almost used to it. He speaks again, this time however more confident and as if he is beginning to get back to his old self.
“I think I know why I am here. I know where this is and what this is. This is purgatory. But I’m not dead I don’t think. So I am being tested. Is this it huh? I need to prove I am good enough to get into heaven. What have I done so bad as to have to prove anything. I was always honest about my deceitfulness. Everyone knew…everyone knows where they stand with me. Everyone knows that the minute they turn their back on me they could get a knife in their back. Personally I think that’s part of my appeal. So what do I have to do to prove myself? There’s nobody here to be nice to. I guess this is a mental test, I hope this is a practice run cause I would bet a lot on the fact that I’m not dead. Heh, if I were it wouldn’t be a bad bet to lose would it? You know what though? This really is Alex Sean and The Anointed who did this. They made this all happen. And I think I know how to leave here, the right way. But first I need to get a few things off my chest. Alex Sean and EBR at SuperBrawl you two will step in the ring with myself and Total Apocalypse who by the way should be here. He is part of this too. But Alex I will explain why all this is your fault. You see Alex Sean you and EBR were lynch-pin of WFWF back in ‘the day’. When I first arrived in the company you were the people to look up to. You were two of the people who were the benchmark of what it was to be a WFWF superstar. So I watched what you did. I ate what you ate, I travelled using the cases that you used and I stayed in the same hotels that you stayed in. I modelled myself after you guys, I probably idolised you guys. And then it all changed. Then I began to realise that maybe you guys were not all ‘that’. I began to watch closer still at your actions and the way that you handled yourselves. Now I didn’t mind the fact that you broke a few rules and stepped over a few people to get to where you wanted to be but lets be honest, I respected that. What I did not respect though was the way you handled yourselves when the going got tough. You guys bailed out when WFWF needed you most. You used WFWF and then you couldn’t handle the pressure you so went where the grass appeared greener. Now like I have said before using things to your advantage is not a negative thing but it was the way you handled the situation. You see you left a sinking ship. You left a company when you potentially had what it took to save it. It was not the fact that you left that pissed me off, no it was the fact that you left when you could do something about it. You dumped the fate of the company onto other peoples laps, you dumped the fate of WFWF partly onto my lap. At that time I had never been considered main event but now I was one of the people being asked to sell out shows. I was being asked to make money when I really had no experience of doing it. And you know what I cracked under the pressure. I will admit that. I left because I couldn’t take it. And then I was the bad guy, jumping on the leaving bandwagon. I was steadily rising up the ranks, given a few months maybe I would have been ready to jump up and take on more main event players. And it all comes down to you two. Easy EBR – a show off, a man who could out do anyone WFWF had to offer and Alex Sean – A man who thought that he was better than anyone, a man who believed that everyone was beneath him. These two men were partly to blame for not only the near demise of WFWF and more importantly the near demise of me.”
Master of Destruction picks up a near by rock about the size of a tennis ball. He stares at it in an obsessive manner before grazing it against his forehead for a few seconds. He takes the rock and throws it into the pit of lava. There is a steady stream of blood trickling down his face. He feels over the cut with his right hand and stares at the blood. He smiles and then begins speaking, again back to his normal cocky sounding voice, however with an edge to it, like he could snap at any moment.
“But you see I did not let that beat me. I took it upon myself to get back to where I wanted to be. I knew where I was going and nobody know where I had been to get there. Was it how I wanted it to be? No it wasn’t. But the fact remains I have done things the way I wanted. I have had to punish myself in order to get there and I have had to make sacrifices to get to where I needed to be. Purgatory is where people are supposed to come and pay for their sins. Therefore in theory it would seem I would be expected to apologise and make right all the bad things I have done to people. But I am not going to do it. I am not going to stand here and blatantly lie, saying that I am sorry for all these things. But I am going to make things right. I have been given an opportunity. This is not the place that I need to be to make it all better. The place I need to be is SuperBrawl and the thing that I am going to make better is the thing that was started two years ago.
. Anyway no offense meant and as always replies are appreciated but not essential. 
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