Post by The Nihilists on May 2, 2019 14:35:28 GMT -5
~The transmission feed activates once again. No static this time, we seem to be in a place with a much better quality signal. As soon as the lights in the room the camera is placed in click on we see why. We are in the arena. The camera looks at the gorilla position. Clearly this is the arena where Clash of the Icons will take place. It is silent as the show remains a ways away on the horizon. Footsteps can be heard. They approach the camera softly and increase in volume as they get nearer. Gebin steps into the frame, boots first. His slowly comes into view as he moves into the gorilla position and his body enters the shot.~
”Time is a fickle thing. Illusory and ever marching … concrete … and fluid … It moves without needs nor care for anyone in its way or wake. Slipping ever onward and never looking back. Always in the now and always marching for the dawn. And like a self-fulfilling prophecy the march inevitably brings the dawn … and the day … and the dusk … and the night. An endless cycle it would seem, endpoints always starting points. But this is no ouroboros ever swallowing its own tail. For time cares not for the trappings of the lives it drags along … for those stowaway riders the endpoint is not the same beginning but a new beginning. Until one day the cycle comes to a close for the rider. Falling off the dragon into the endless ever after, fading away and marching through the never. And so this beast that is careless time brings us ever closer to the day we step back into the ring for the next setpiece on the table. The next rung on the ladder to our happy ending, the next steps into the null.”
~He turns his side to the camera as another set of footsteps is heard. Esmur now steps into the frame, as before boots first until he is situated where Gebin was, blocking him from view for now. He has his back to the camera as he did in the car~
”The ride has come to a close. The first phase of the journey complete. And as is the case for any journey, we have reached our destination. Not the ultimate destination of course, the journey is a long marathon slog to that end. But for now we are where we are needed. We are where we are choosing to be, setting up shop and preparing for a challenge like no other. Come Sunday night the arena will fill up with denizens of this material plane. And to many of them we will be the villains. As is to be expected. It is not easy to see someone as the hero when they challenge your expectations, your beliefs, the system, all you have known. Throwing things into an upheaval that threatens the very foundations of who you thought you were and who you wish you could be. That type of pressure is not easy to negate. And we do not fault you for that. And surely during the match as we make a display of our talents using your chosen favorite stars as an example, a proving grounds, a measuring stick … it will be difficult to suppress that feeling. These … other … people are making me fear my rooting interests are in vain! I am no loser and the people I cheer should win! And again … we will not hold this against you. It is only your nature after all to descend into the madness of beasts when competition is the entrée du jour. Look at the way the masses swarm and congeal and fester when that charlatan Hyperion is near. Observe the way the crowd uproars and moves as a single sea when Steele is nearby. While it is in your interests to control the animal instincts it is not expected that you can. It takes years of training to contain yourself into the logical centers of the mind and body. To unify them and turn your body into a lethally focused weapon of targeted havoc in the ring. Order … in the chaos … the mind free of distractions and questions … clarity achieved. To be as one with the void, at home in the nothingness.”
~He tilts his head back and extends his arms to breathe in deep and sink in the visual he is trying to create with his monotone words. He steps over and turns so the two men now stand back to back.~
[/u]”A single focus, unity … the destination is at hand, and the next destination already chosen. We previously explained the importance of the journey, the concept of being ever advancing, ever flowing, like a mighty river set upon the world of AWF chiseling away at the stone settled beliefs and the established order. But every river also has a mouth and an outlet. The destination … is where all the journey comes together and the lessons and experiences gathered in it are set to the test. In the here and now, is where we live, and in the there and then must we look forward to our accomplishment of the goal we set before us. Sunday night is the beginning of the rise. An uphill climb to the top continuing to leave fallen champions behind us. Hopefully they are a bit wiser for the experience while we move on to the next. But make no mistake … we won’t be looking past our foes. No they are too talented to expect victory without putting in the work. And so we extend the journey right up to Sunday. Doing our best to deliver the abyss a pair of defeated foes, making the destination more of a sure thing. The time fast approaches so we won’t dally here long.”[/u]
”Danny and Sebastian. Know we think nothing but the best of your talents, and it is precisely that reason we must put on a match worthy of a super show. It would be unfair of us to do anything less. However that also means there is a very real chance you will fall to our superior teamwork, the chemistry built over 14 years of running together, being the only one the other could rely on, being the only ones to journey together through thick and thin and come out stronger. Though I must admit, it is a tad unfair of us to present ourselves as we do. It is not meant to be malicious, just the way we enacted our transformations when the fog lifted from our minds. We felt it best to become our true selves, and while you could remove the mask … we had to put them on. We are luchadors, in style, no doubt. Taking great pride in our abilities in the ring and doing that which we do so well. But … sad to state, neither of us is originally from the land of the lucha. In fact most of our training was done here … in these Unites States. Our applications to the federation did not lie about where we are from. So I’m afraid it isn’t a matter of us being rusty on the Spanish. And I do apologize for giving that impression. In actuality we barely speak the language, picked up enough to learn the craft and do it right, do it honorably, take in the tradition. After all, we may espouse that even these lucha traditions are in the end meaningless … we would never spit in the face of those who follow them. As we said, we may be the villains in this great stage show we call our match but we are not evil. Just laser focused and intent on doing whatever is needed.”
~They turn to face the camera. Getting close to it. From the arena lights can be seen. Oddly enough a sound emanates through the curtains. IS that … cheers? Has an audience poured in on a Friday evening?~
”The destination in mind has always been to become the pinnacle of tag team wrestling. A handicap match would hardly prepare us. And while we do appreciate the sentiment, in the interest of honesty it is purely selfish reasons why we did not protest. In fact we relished the challenge and saw opportunity to learn and teach a little more about ourselves in the process. But the time grows short. We will certainly learn much more about each other in the ring. After all that is the best place to learn is it not? So respectfully … “Prestige Class” … we bid you adieu … and look forward to a mighty clash on Sunday. I would wish you luck but … coming from us that would all ring a bit hollow knowing what you already do about what we believe.”
”Look to the ring, look to Sunday, at the Clash … eternity awaits.”
~The men look up as “Lie” by Black Light Burns echoes in the arena. The men walk out of frame and into the stage area. The music slowly dies down … and the crowd noise seems to dissipate … the lights we saw emanating in dim. All we hear is the sound of two men, training their hardest, taking their bumps … in an empty ring, in an empty arena, in front of nothing in particular …~
”Time is a fickle thing. Illusory and ever marching … concrete … and fluid … It moves without needs nor care for anyone in its way or wake. Slipping ever onward and never looking back. Always in the now and always marching for the dawn. And like a self-fulfilling prophecy the march inevitably brings the dawn … and the day … and the dusk … and the night. An endless cycle it would seem, endpoints always starting points. But this is no ouroboros ever swallowing its own tail. For time cares not for the trappings of the lives it drags along … for those stowaway riders the endpoint is not the same beginning but a new beginning. Until one day the cycle comes to a close for the rider. Falling off the dragon into the endless ever after, fading away and marching through the never. And so this beast that is careless time brings us ever closer to the day we step back into the ring for the next setpiece on the table. The next rung on the ladder to our happy ending, the next steps into the null.”
~He turns his side to the camera as another set of footsteps is heard. Esmur now steps into the frame, as before boots first until he is situated where Gebin was, blocking him from view for now. He has his back to the camera as he did in the car~
”The ride has come to a close. The first phase of the journey complete. And as is the case for any journey, we have reached our destination. Not the ultimate destination of course, the journey is a long marathon slog to that end. But for now we are where we are needed. We are where we are choosing to be, setting up shop and preparing for a challenge like no other. Come Sunday night the arena will fill up with denizens of this material plane. And to many of them we will be the villains. As is to be expected. It is not easy to see someone as the hero when they challenge your expectations, your beliefs, the system, all you have known. Throwing things into an upheaval that threatens the very foundations of who you thought you were and who you wish you could be. That type of pressure is not easy to negate. And we do not fault you for that. And surely during the match as we make a display of our talents using your chosen favorite stars as an example, a proving grounds, a measuring stick … it will be difficult to suppress that feeling. These … other … people are making me fear my rooting interests are in vain! I am no loser and the people I cheer should win! And again … we will not hold this against you. It is only your nature after all to descend into the madness of beasts when competition is the entrée du jour. Look at the way the masses swarm and congeal and fester when that charlatan Hyperion is near. Observe the way the crowd uproars and moves as a single sea when Steele is nearby. While it is in your interests to control the animal instincts it is not expected that you can. It takes years of training to contain yourself into the logical centers of the mind and body. To unify them and turn your body into a lethally focused weapon of targeted havoc in the ring. Order … in the chaos … the mind free of distractions and questions … clarity achieved. To be as one with the void, at home in the nothingness.”
~He tilts his head back and extends his arms to breathe in deep and sink in the visual he is trying to create with his monotone words. He steps over and turns so the two men now stand back to back.~
[/u]”A single focus, unity … the destination is at hand, and the next destination already chosen. We previously explained the importance of the journey, the concept of being ever advancing, ever flowing, like a mighty river set upon the world of AWF chiseling away at the stone settled beliefs and the established order. But every river also has a mouth and an outlet. The destination … is where all the journey comes together and the lessons and experiences gathered in it are set to the test. In the here and now, is where we live, and in the there and then must we look forward to our accomplishment of the goal we set before us. Sunday night is the beginning of the rise. An uphill climb to the top continuing to leave fallen champions behind us. Hopefully they are a bit wiser for the experience while we move on to the next. But make no mistake … we won’t be looking past our foes. No they are too talented to expect victory without putting in the work. And so we extend the journey right up to Sunday. Doing our best to deliver the abyss a pair of defeated foes, making the destination more of a sure thing. The time fast approaches so we won’t dally here long.”[/u]
”Danny and Sebastian. Know we think nothing but the best of your talents, and it is precisely that reason we must put on a match worthy of a super show. It would be unfair of us to do anything less. However that also means there is a very real chance you will fall to our superior teamwork, the chemistry built over 14 years of running together, being the only one the other could rely on, being the only ones to journey together through thick and thin and come out stronger. Though I must admit, it is a tad unfair of us to present ourselves as we do. It is not meant to be malicious, just the way we enacted our transformations when the fog lifted from our minds. We felt it best to become our true selves, and while you could remove the mask … we had to put them on. We are luchadors, in style, no doubt. Taking great pride in our abilities in the ring and doing that which we do so well. But … sad to state, neither of us is originally from the land of the lucha. In fact most of our training was done here … in these Unites States. Our applications to the federation did not lie about where we are from. So I’m afraid it isn’t a matter of us being rusty on the Spanish. And I do apologize for giving that impression. In actuality we barely speak the language, picked up enough to learn the craft and do it right, do it honorably, take in the tradition. After all, we may espouse that even these lucha traditions are in the end meaningless … we would never spit in the face of those who follow them. As we said, we may be the villains in this great stage show we call our match but we are not evil. Just laser focused and intent on doing whatever is needed.”
~They turn to face the camera. Getting close to it. From the arena lights can be seen. Oddly enough a sound emanates through the curtains. IS that … cheers? Has an audience poured in on a Friday evening?~
”The destination in mind has always been to become the pinnacle of tag team wrestling. A handicap match would hardly prepare us. And while we do appreciate the sentiment, in the interest of honesty it is purely selfish reasons why we did not protest. In fact we relished the challenge and saw opportunity to learn and teach a little more about ourselves in the process. But the time grows short. We will certainly learn much more about each other in the ring. After all that is the best place to learn is it not? So respectfully … “Prestige Class” … we bid you adieu … and look forward to a mighty clash on Sunday. I would wish you luck but … coming from us that would all ring a bit hollow knowing what you already do about what we believe.”
”Look to the ring, look to Sunday, at the Clash … eternity awaits.”
~The men look up as “Lie” by Black Light Burns echoes in the arena. The men walk out of frame and into the stage area. The music slowly dies down … and the crowd noise seems to dissipate … the lights we saw emanating in dim. All we hear is the sound of two men, training their hardest, taking their bumps … in an empty ring, in an empty arena, in front of nothing in particular …~