Post by jpg5 on May 12, 2006 15:13:15 GMT -5
A massive fire is displayed on the screen. Hundreds of tiny figures are scattering around it, trying their best to avoid the flames. The camera zooms in on the destruction. Bodies line the streets, torched to death. Unlucky ones panic as their clothing catches flames and ignites. Militia armed with short swords and round shields run down the city streets, searching for the arsonist. They pass an alley way. From the dark alley comes soaring a javelin, piercing a soldiers throat. Blood splatters from his jugular, staining his comrades in crimson red. Their captain halts the group, and orders them to purge the alley. A broad sword decapitates the first soldier, sending his head flying to the floor. The other men panic and retreat from the alley way. Their captain swears at them, and orders them to go put out the blazing flames. He decides to check out this mysterious killer himself. Within a second of reaching the alley, his stomach is impaled by the sword, and then kicked back into the street. Achilles flies from the alley, bloody sword in hand. The captain howls in fear. Achilles lands on his bulging chest, knocking the wind out of the fearful captain. Instead of slaying the man, he chuckles, and tosses off his helmet. Achilles grabs the man by his arms and applies a Crossface Chickenwing, otherwise known as the River Styx Grip. The captain begins to gasp for air and screams in pain. Achilles lets go, and drags the man up. He throws him on top of a ledge, then climbs up behind him. Achilles performs a full nelson bulldog from the ledge, also known as the Fall of Troy. The man doesn’t get back up from the impact.
Achilles: “Haha! I finally get to make my long awaited debut in WFWF. Zeus’s favor shines in me greatly. I am destined for greatness. I am destined to win the World Title. But I have to start somewhere in my quest. I start here at a WFWF House Show. Not glorious, but it will do. I battle against the experienced Justin Tyme. A WFWF legend. Let me tell you this Justin, you may be a legend in this federation, but I am a legend across the world! I am a demi god! People worship me! You are just some happy-go-lucky wrester. I am the Warrior of the Gods. I demonstrate Zeus’s divine power in the world of mortals. Why you say? Because I am the only one who can. Justin Tyme will crumble beneath my iron sword. I can out wrestle you. I have pinned the mighty Poseidon in a match! Why? Because I can. I am the only who can. My mother lovingly dipped me into the River of Death. I am invulnerable. You cannot stop me on my path to greatness. Justin Tyme is not worthy of wrestling me. No one is. That World Title is not meant for Drakz. It is meant for Achilles! This match is a joke. The jesters of Zeus would not laugh at this. My mother Thetis is proud of my skill. The mighty Hector has begged me for mercy on you Justin. But I refuse him. This match is just another battle, just another battle that Achilles claims victory in. My hunt for the Young Gunn Championship starts tonight. And my quest for the World Title begins tonight. I will uphold my legacy as the “Greatest Warrior of all Time”. What a coincidence. Justin Tyme’s time is over. As is his career.”
Achilles breaks into a fit of laughter. The captain stirs, but is stopped by a lung ripping stab from Achilles. He laughs, and throws himself off of the wall, landing gracefully on his feet, and bounds away into the darkness.
OOC: Some replies would be nice for my first RP.
