Post by "The Wrestling Messiah" ACM on Dec 6, 2011 22:20:02 GMT -5
The scene opens with a man caught in it's lens. He wears a pure white vest, his tie tucked neatly underneath it. He dons a sleeveless white shirt tucked into his creased white dress pant. He brings his white leather driving glove clad hands up to his face, burying it into his goatee. This man now easily recognized as ACM looks around in puzzlement. Jagged roughcut layered stone walls surround him, his feet rest upon the black soil that composes the ground below him. The passageway is confined, as if the walls are closing in on him, only a few inches seperate his body from the jutting stone edges. A soft orange glow beats rhythmically along the walls, creating shadows that dance upon them in sync with the glow. ACM continues moving forward, and it seems this place is eerily familiar. A soft shuffling his heard as he makes his way the corridor. He stops abruptly and shoots a grin.
ACM:"So our paths cross again?"
Standing infront of ACM is man draped in a long black robe. A hood masks a majority of his face leaving only his nose and chin in plain view, but his chin has a certain adornment that's seem vaguely familiar. Protruding from his chin are two platinum piercings, that curve outward and around the bottom of his chin. He outstreaches his hand towards the remainder of pathway.
:"We must press onward my Messiah.....the Stairway awaits thy presence. It has remain untouched since your teachers last visit...."
[/i]ACM:"So our paths cross again?"
Standing infront of ACM is man draped in a long black robe. A hood masks a majority of his face leaving only his nose and chin in plain view, but his chin has a certain adornment that's seem vaguely familiar. Protruding from his chin are two platinum piercings, that curve outward and around the bottom of his chin. He outstreaches his hand towards the remainder of pathway.
:"We must press onward my Messiah.....the Stairway awaits thy presence. It has remain untouched since your teachers last visit...."
ACM nods, and follows his dark and mysterious guide. He begins to speak whilst walking.
ACM:"Last week I informed all of you that I would rid SNME of the cancerous sin that was Johnny Magnum. The word which was written, has come to pass as death was swallowed by victory, as I cast Magnum back into the pit from which he reared his sinful flesh and soul. I thought I had finally purged SNME of its poison, but alas I was sadly mistaken. It seems as though certain individuals do not agree with the actions I displayed. Some beg to argue that I took it too far, that I did not have to toss him from my stage. Some feel I did what was right, and that my righteous crusade will save SNME from the impending doom that lingers over the horizon. Rest assured my loyal disciples the crusade is far from over, and I shall continue to walk this long, arduous path saving those who accept my will....and smiting those who refuse.
I took this path well aware of the nonbelievers I would encounter, but I must say I have made a mistake. I finished what you started Roy....yet you reward me with malice. I believed you would thank me for avenging your honor...albeit the little you cling to...but instead of coming out this week to praise my me for such benevolence, you demand a match to ironically get revenge for a friend. What intrigues me is my sheer ignorance to see past the picture that you so vividly painted to everyone. The truth is I've only been shooting the messenger, Magnum was nothing more than a marionette slowly trying to snip his strings. The strings that were being pulled.......by you Roy. I was right when I said Magnum took you out because he was tired of living in your shadow....but it was the shadow that was being cast from the rafters as you used him as a pawn to further your career.
Revolution was nothing more than a glorified entourage to protect you while you climbed the ladder. Magnum played along for a bit then realized you were the only one making advances towards the World Heavyweight Championship, so he decided to bite the hand that feeds. You decided to take him out before he could reveal what was really going on, you played the role of victim to a tee and had the whole locker room siding with you....including me.
The guide stops a few feet short of wooden steps, knotholes are embed in the rotting wood. Saw lines run along the steps surface, they creaked as ACM makes his way up the stairway. At the top of the stairway sits a pure white door, its wood not rotting, or filled with knotholes, in contrast to the stair way it seems out of place. ACM reaches forward and slowly turn the golden knob. As the door is swung ajar, blinding white light envelopes the cameras lens consuming all we see. As the camera readjusts ACM and the hooded man stand in the midst of a luxurious room. ACM looks down at his reflection, which gazes back at him from the white marble floor. An ivory piano sits in the middle of the otherwise empty room, with a matching chair for playing. The keys appear to have been polished to perfection, reflecting effectively like the marble that it sits upon. The peculiarity is the room has no walls, just a brilliant white light with seemingly infinite boundaries.
ACM:Four years ago, two men took me under their wing, implanting me with the their wisdom, insuring that I bend to no ones will but my own. They taught me the way of the.....the Prophecy. I decided to stray away from the path Christopher Daniels and Austin Aries had laid out before me, and I paid for it dearly. Now I have surpassed my mentors, I've been recognized as the one true Messiah, here to lead this world from the seven bowls of sorrow and despair. They showed me this room, which has a rather interesting property it puts forth a reflection of someones soul.....and in this case it is reflecting Roy.
Roy you have put forth this image as a knight in shining honor, literally and figuratively. You are the perfect image of someone who puts their honor and pride on the line for virtuous reasons. You have defended your frie......excuse me your puppets valiantly, throwing yourself into the fray just for their namesake, just as you have done this week. You've come to slay the beast that has laid waste to Magnum, you have manipulated some into thinking I am the villain. Yet I have seen past this Roy, these illusions of grandeur. You must realize reality will always comes to light in perfect darkness.[/color]
ACM begins to walk towards the piano, the ground underneath him begins to morph and transform with each step as his feet touch the marble it seemingly dulls to a grey, the marble becomes wooden floor, rusty nails jutting from some of the wooden planks bent to the side as if they were haphazardly hammered into place. The white light slowly becomes a pitch black void surrounding the once luxurious room. ACM reaches the the piano, and sits in the chair that slowly morphs in to a rickety wooden stool, sharing the same gray color as the floor. He begins to play the ivory piano, as his fingers press down on the keys, notes echo through the void. The keys however begin to break and crumble, the deterioration seems almost instant to ACM's touch. A fine white powder trickles down past ACM's leg as the piano begins to turn into rotted wood, the strings pop in its case as ACM continues to play the remaining unbroken keys, they crumble as the last notes ring out. He wipes his hands clean of the dust, his leather driving gloves producing a slight squeak as they rub against another.
ACM:Roy this is why lies underneath, this is what is deep down inside of you. You are a broken man, clinging to the past. Your unrelenting pursuit for the world title has warped and twisted your mind and soul....transfiguring it into this realm of ruin you see before you. Roy your facade is slowly fading, and with it your mask of sanity slowly slips away. You are letting this consume you, it slowly eats away at you like a maggot through a corpse. A with each and every bite, you come closer to the malevolent catastrophe that will be your downfall.
Yet I will extend my benevolence to you once again at Brawl 4 All. I don't want to put you down, I don't think you are a threat to my herd.....as of yet. What I propose is that you let me save you Roy....let me save you from.....yourself. Your pride, your honor has been misplaced, you no longer channel it for the laughs and jeers you invoked. What happen to the Roy that didn't view their friends as puppets? What happen to the Roy who's only goal was to make a statement the right way? Now you are filled with sinful pride, you feel as though it your rightful place to be atop SNME.......what you fail to realize is that throne awaits The Wrestling Messiah ACM.
It isn't your right anymore Roy, you had your short time at the top whilst I was away, SNME needs a new face, a new empowering voice, a new figure to place their hope. I as the Messiah will become the lord of the empty throne.....I alone will bring about the breath of fresh air this company needs. So my proposal to you Roy.....is let me save you from yourself, before you dwell too deep into darkness. For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish, but have eternal life.....and in his image I shall do the same save for you aren't my son Roy your my friend, but I will put....you........down. The damnation of one is nothing in contrast to the salvation of many. So I implore you after our match.....you choose.......damnation, or salvation....."[/color]
The hooded man walks up behind the seated ACM, resting his left hand long ACM's shoulder. ACM clasps his hands together slowly, and bows his head as if in prayer. The camera zooms in on ACM's upper tors, focusing on his face and hands as his eyelids slide shut.
ACM:Roy I don't want to cause you any harm, I don't want to have to put you down, I don't want to sentence you to damnation.....but If I need too.....It shall be done......I will save SNME one person at a time that is my purpose, this is my resolve...Servatis a periculum,
servatis a maleficum............."[/i][/center]
To this chant the screens slowly fades to black
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