Post by The Nihilists on May 2, 2019 21:06:08 GMT -5
~We see the familiar fade of the XHF Network feed as it goes to static and then black. We linger on the darkness just a bit before we fade in to a winter wonderland! … Not really there’s no snow on the ground but we are surrounded by Christmas trees. There is just an obscene amount of decoration here. It’s like a scene from Home Alone 2 … and on that note … we see a single man wearing a red mask and some sort of cape but otherwise in his wrestling attire … so topless and in spandex pants. He steps up to the biggest tree in the area and stares at it. He looks down beneath it to see no snow, no boxes, just a trunk. He turns to the camera.~
”It’s beautiful isn’t it? It really is a celebration here. All this darkness and blackness. It may come as a shock to all of you but Christmas is a great time to be me. It truly is a special time of the year. And I am feeling festive so it makes sense to come to Rockefeller Center and see the colossal display of death and despair.”
~A small child walks up to him.~
”Sir? What do you mean? This is a celebration of family and togetherness! And PRESENTS!”
”Ah my young lad, you are mistaken. Why look. None of these trees holds a single gift. None of them is in a place where a family is going to rest their heads. It is a gaudy show of humanity’s connection to the void. These trees were not ready for the sweet embrace of death … but that is what happened. We could use fake trees and save the planet but we do not. We chose this mini forest of pine, spruce, and fir trees to be sacrifices to the ever encroaching commerciality and to suffer for our showmanship. It truly is glorious. Is there anything more metal than killing a living being which provides us with shade, beauty, and the breath of life … and decorating its rotting arboreal corpse with trinkets and baubles while lighting it up like a beacon to other life? Warning them all, ‘Hey you all, stay back. The void has called us to send it souls and so we have sent this tree to the void and left it as a bright, glitzy, green, fire hazard of a warning to you all.’”
~The child’s face drops and goes pale, he slowly sulks away looking broken.~
”Ah the youth of today, it is time to stop coddling them and introduce them to the reality of this world. So assaults on Earth Day and Arbor Day aside, this truly is a festive time. And though you all surely know my partners and I as dour, sad sacks who hate joy … that could not be further from the truth. The point has always been to shine a light … ironically … on the great darkness that encroaches on us all. And the holiday season is still a time to be merry and celebratorious! What better way to celebrate than to have our friend Natasha retain her title against the man that decency forgot, and to have the Nihilists continue their winning ways via myself, Esmur, defeating four other competitors using gifts given by them? Put simply the season has me in a festive mood. And it would be criminal to waste this energy. So this coming Sunday the AWF can enjoy all of the holiday cheer this dour luchador can muster.”
~He begins to walk through the gathering of trees as he gathers his thoughts.~
”It is frankly shocking to me how people thought after the first loss we took that we would change or fade away. That our temperament couldn’t handle the shock of being defeated. And then we came back and took out two up and coming new roster members. And then we were left off the card again. It seems the management cannot find tag teams or men willing to try and team up. It seems nobody wants to confront the darkness. Well don’t worry. After Supremacy we will be gunning full force for the tag team titles. And at Supremacy you will all witness a treat. But that is not why I am here today. I took it upon myself to force my way onto the card. You see being ignored is par for the course for those of us who espouse the virtues and values of the abyss. But being ignored by the management makes us antsy. The message cannot spread if there is no vehicle. So I created the vehicle. And now everyone seems to believe that the match is already well in hand for the Midwest Champion. But everyone overlooks that my partner and I have been far more dominant and in control in our matches than he ever has. And really … what do people see in Roy Harlowe?”
~He turns to face the camera as he asks the question~
”Roy Harlowe is an interesting being. He uses his fancy editing tricks to seem so dark and evil in his promos. His backstory is loaded with cries for help. SO let me dive deep here Roy. You are no stranger to the outlook on life I hold as you have confronted Natasha before … and lost. You like to take long walks through dark scenarios, appear in black ink, and vanish on a whim. You are a theatrical show for the senses. Your whole presentation is intended to carefully guide the opponent’s view of you to something otherworldly or mystical. It is impressive dedication to the art of darkness I will admit. It is quite spectacular and effective. Others seem convinced you are some super natural creature and it allows you to dominate them with your in ring talents. It is those talents that interest me. You have a wide breadth of abilities in the ring. Similar to my own. You strike with the best of them, you fly around like a luchador, and you are familiar with the technical spots necessary to enact your in ring stratagem. The ring awareness is there. But I question the viability in the long run. You cannot seem to nail down who you want to be, who you ARE. And quite frankly I don’t understand everyone’s obsessions with these showy promos. It is clouding to the message to be a smoke show. And that is what you are Roy. Behind the mysticism and the magic, beyond the ruthless façade and the evil aura you present. You are just a misguided mental patient. You are a damaged person. The darkness you espouse is not the same as the one I follow. Take a good hard look at yourself Roy. What is it you believe in? What is it you hope to accomplish? Power is a fine answer but then the whole insanity vibe you come across with just isn’t enough to tell me that we are seeing the real Harlowe. We see this twisted visage. A man dedicated to causing agony and pain. Taking pleasure in the torment of the opponent. But what he is really doing is torturing himself.”
~He begins to walk again looking at the various decorations on the trees~
”Roy. Look there is an art to bringing about the darkness. But you are not doing that. It is all selfish for you. You have a screw loose in your head and it is muddying the message. You have been presented with the rare opportunity to stare into the abyss and learn a few lessons but it would seem the magnitude of the all-encompassing emptiness has broken your mind. Fractured your psyche, clouded your soul. You have buried the lead and wandered down all the side paths. You lost the focus, the central message. It is all about power and glory for you and that ever shrouding mist in your mind has you believing you are something special. So it is up to me, a simple envoy to the void, to bring you a bit of respite. A rest from your haze of horror and grunge. Clarity. This season is a time to celebrate and be festive. You need to lighten up and see that the finality of the void is just that, the end goal. It is not the right course of action to deny yourself or others what is good in the here and now. A companion, a fellow non-believer, an audience, an opportunity, or the right to be one of the lucky few to understand the true make up of this universe and to help open everyone else’s eyes. It is a privilege to be able to work for the emptiness of the end. But the goal is to deliver people there willingly, to get them to understand and be at peace with the way of the world. Not to cause them to be crippled in their mind and body. Unable to see the glory and joy that comes with acceptance. No Roy you don’t understand. Your own insecurities and eccentricities have assured you are stuck in your old ways, a null hypothesis waiting to be proven inaccurate. What was the phrase you used to describe yourself weeks ago after you fell to Maverick? Oh yes, animals sometimes need correction, a little education. Well Roy with open arms in honor of the season I give you another lesson. I give you clarity. I give you a defeat to end your stellar 2018, something to reflect on in this new year. The year of the nihilists.”
~He stops and begins to head toward the exit~
”Fate. Not a word I like the sound of. Because it implies that anything beyond the end is set. Look I may believe that the end is final and we all eventually reach the darkness and join it but there is something to be said in the freedom of how we get there. So when I hear these men talk about fate it just tells me they are deluding themselves. They give nobody any credit for their accomplishments and they take no blame for their failures. So when I hear a battle hardened old man, and a rookie here, spouting nonsense about fate and destiny it makes me a little sick. AJ Spencer … a true specimen. I admit you sure have a definite size advantage on me. But I think a little research is a valuable weapon and it’s one you have cast aside. A cursory glance would show you that I am more than a mere luchador. After all, I am from Missouri not Mexico. And I am not some rookie. I have a wealth of experience to draw from. A glance at me would tell you that I am … ‘flippy-dippy’ … but Mr. Spencer I implore you to consider your words carefully. For I am a technical marvel. I pride myself on bending bodies to their breaking points. I am a ring technician first and foremost. I simply gave myself many options to use when the need calls for it. Your fists may be meatier for sure but my speed and agility gives a certain hidden power to my kicks and knees. My agility allows me to use those flips to power a hectic offense that can outsmart and out duel any wrestler. And my ability to contort myself and others into the smallest of shapes gives me the means to cut down the mighty tree-like foes I am sure to fight. As a man about 6’ and 200 pounds I have had to become a weapon. And you would be wise to call upon your years of experience and stop looking past people for their size or their perceived style. After all Harlowe has more flip in his arsenal than I have. But then maybe all you need is a little corrective lesson. A lesson I will be happy to give you. A time in the shatterscape will change your mind and show you that I am the most dangerous man in this ring. You learn how the body works, how you can manipulate yourself to survive and reverse the strongest of submissions and also how to bend the bodies of others so they cannot.”
~He points to his head to show he is a thinker first and foremost~
”For what is a storm but something we can predict, prepare for, and survive. They simply provide the worthy a chance to rise. But for now … I think we can end this little session. Perhaps I will find more respect for you tomorrow. After all there are two other men I need to get a little research on. But until then you can all anticipate the coming of the blackness, the rise of the void.”
~He exits the plaza and begins walking away from the camera to a waiting car where we see Natasha and Gebin~
”Come my friend, Natasha has something to show us.”
”Embrace … eternity.”
~The car rides off toward the airport for a flight to Iowa as we fade back to black then static and the XHF Network feed resumes as per usual~
”It’s beautiful isn’t it? It really is a celebration here. All this darkness and blackness. It may come as a shock to all of you but Christmas is a great time to be me. It truly is a special time of the year. And I am feeling festive so it makes sense to come to Rockefeller Center and see the colossal display of death and despair.”
~A small child walks up to him.~
”Sir? What do you mean? This is a celebration of family and togetherness! And PRESENTS!”
”Ah my young lad, you are mistaken. Why look. None of these trees holds a single gift. None of them is in a place where a family is going to rest their heads. It is a gaudy show of humanity’s connection to the void. These trees were not ready for the sweet embrace of death … but that is what happened. We could use fake trees and save the planet but we do not. We chose this mini forest of pine, spruce, and fir trees to be sacrifices to the ever encroaching commerciality and to suffer for our showmanship. It truly is glorious. Is there anything more metal than killing a living being which provides us with shade, beauty, and the breath of life … and decorating its rotting arboreal corpse with trinkets and baubles while lighting it up like a beacon to other life? Warning them all, ‘Hey you all, stay back. The void has called us to send it souls and so we have sent this tree to the void and left it as a bright, glitzy, green, fire hazard of a warning to you all.’”
~The child’s face drops and goes pale, he slowly sulks away looking broken.~
”Ah the youth of today, it is time to stop coddling them and introduce them to the reality of this world. So assaults on Earth Day and Arbor Day aside, this truly is a festive time. And though you all surely know my partners and I as dour, sad sacks who hate joy … that could not be further from the truth. The point has always been to shine a light … ironically … on the great darkness that encroaches on us all. And the holiday season is still a time to be merry and celebratorious! What better way to celebrate than to have our friend Natasha retain her title against the man that decency forgot, and to have the Nihilists continue their winning ways via myself, Esmur, defeating four other competitors using gifts given by them? Put simply the season has me in a festive mood. And it would be criminal to waste this energy. So this coming Sunday the AWF can enjoy all of the holiday cheer this dour luchador can muster.”
~He begins to walk through the gathering of trees as he gathers his thoughts.~
”It is frankly shocking to me how people thought after the first loss we took that we would change or fade away. That our temperament couldn’t handle the shock of being defeated. And then we came back and took out two up and coming new roster members. And then we were left off the card again. It seems the management cannot find tag teams or men willing to try and team up. It seems nobody wants to confront the darkness. Well don’t worry. After Supremacy we will be gunning full force for the tag team titles. And at Supremacy you will all witness a treat. But that is not why I am here today. I took it upon myself to force my way onto the card. You see being ignored is par for the course for those of us who espouse the virtues and values of the abyss. But being ignored by the management makes us antsy. The message cannot spread if there is no vehicle. So I created the vehicle. And now everyone seems to believe that the match is already well in hand for the Midwest Champion. But everyone overlooks that my partner and I have been far more dominant and in control in our matches than he ever has. And really … what do people see in Roy Harlowe?”
~He turns to face the camera as he asks the question~
”Roy Harlowe is an interesting being. He uses his fancy editing tricks to seem so dark and evil in his promos. His backstory is loaded with cries for help. SO let me dive deep here Roy. You are no stranger to the outlook on life I hold as you have confronted Natasha before … and lost. You like to take long walks through dark scenarios, appear in black ink, and vanish on a whim. You are a theatrical show for the senses. Your whole presentation is intended to carefully guide the opponent’s view of you to something otherworldly or mystical. It is impressive dedication to the art of darkness I will admit. It is quite spectacular and effective. Others seem convinced you are some super natural creature and it allows you to dominate them with your in ring talents. It is those talents that interest me. You have a wide breadth of abilities in the ring. Similar to my own. You strike with the best of them, you fly around like a luchador, and you are familiar with the technical spots necessary to enact your in ring stratagem. The ring awareness is there. But I question the viability in the long run. You cannot seem to nail down who you want to be, who you ARE. And quite frankly I don’t understand everyone’s obsessions with these showy promos. It is clouding to the message to be a smoke show. And that is what you are Roy. Behind the mysticism and the magic, beyond the ruthless façade and the evil aura you present. You are just a misguided mental patient. You are a damaged person. The darkness you espouse is not the same as the one I follow. Take a good hard look at yourself Roy. What is it you believe in? What is it you hope to accomplish? Power is a fine answer but then the whole insanity vibe you come across with just isn’t enough to tell me that we are seeing the real Harlowe. We see this twisted visage. A man dedicated to causing agony and pain. Taking pleasure in the torment of the opponent. But what he is really doing is torturing himself.”
~He begins to walk again looking at the various decorations on the trees~
”Roy. Look there is an art to bringing about the darkness. But you are not doing that. It is all selfish for you. You have a screw loose in your head and it is muddying the message. You have been presented with the rare opportunity to stare into the abyss and learn a few lessons but it would seem the magnitude of the all-encompassing emptiness has broken your mind. Fractured your psyche, clouded your soul. You have buried the lead and wandered down all the side paths. You lost the focus, the central message. It is all about power and glory for you and that ever shrouding mist in your mind has you believing you are something special. So it is up to me, a simple envoy to the void, to bring you a bit of respite. A rest from your haze of horror and grunge. Clarity. This season is a time to celebrate and be festive. You need to lighten up and see that the finality of the void is just that, the end goal. It is not the right course of action to deny yourself or others what is good in the here and now. A companion, a fellow non-believer, an audience, an opportunity, or the right to be one of the lucky few to understand the true make up of this universe and to help open everyone else’s eyes. It is a privilege to be able to work for the emptiness of the end. But the goal is to deliver people there willingly, to get them to understand and be at peace with the way of the world. Not to cause them to be crippled in their mind and body. Unable to see the glory and joy that comes with acceptance. No Roy you don’t understand. Your own insecurities and eccentricities have assured you are stuck in your old ways, a null hypothesis waiting to be proven inaccurate. What was the phrase you used to describe yourself weeks ago after you fell to Maverick? Oh yes, animals sometimes need correction, a little education. Well Roy with open arms in honor of the season I give you another lesson. I give you clarity. I give you a defeat to end your stellar 2018, something to reflect on in this new year. The year of the nihilists.”
~He stops and begins to head toward the exit~
”Fate. Not a word I like the sound of. Because it implies that anything beyond the end is set. Look I may believe that the end is final and we all eventually reach the darkness and join it but there is something to be said in the freedom of how we get there. So when I hear these men talk about fate it just tells me they are deluding themselves. They give nobody any credit for their accomplishments and they take no blame for their failures. So when I hear a battle hardened old man, and a rookie here, spouting nonsense about fate and destiny it makes me a little sick. AJ Spencer … a true specimen. I admit you sure have a definite size advantage on me. But I think a little research is a valuable weapon and it’s one you have cast aside. A cursory glance would show you that I am more than a mere luchador. After all, I am from Missouri not Mexico. And I am not some rookie. I have a wealth of experience to draw from. A glance at me would tell you that I am … ‘flippy-dippy’ … but Mr. Spencer I implore you to consider your words carefully. For I am a technical marvel. I pride myself on bending bodies to their breaking points. I am a ring technician first and foremost. I simply gave myself many options to use when the need calls for it. Your fists may be meatier for sure but my speed and agility gives a certain hidden power to my kicks and knees. My agility allows me to use those flips to power a hectic offense that can outsmart and out duel any wrestler. And my ability to contort myself and others into the smallest of shapes gives me the means to cut down the mighty tree-like foes I am sure to fight. As a man about 6’ and 200 pounds I have had to become a weapon. And you would be wise to call upon your years of experience and stop looking past people for their size or their perceived style. After all Harlowe has more flip in his arsenal than I have. But then maybe all you need is a little corrective lesson. A lesson I will be happy to give you. A time in the shatterscape will change your mind and show you that I am the most dangerous man in this ring. You learn how the body works, how you can manipulate yourself to survive and reverse the strongest of submissions and also how to bend the bodies of others so they cannot.”
~He points to his head to show he is a thinker first and foremost~
”For what is a storm but something we can predict, prepare for, and survive. They simply provide the worthy a chance to rise. But for now … I think we can end this little session. Perhaps I will find more respect for you tomorrow. After all there are two other men I need to get a little research on. But until then you can all anticipate the coming of the blackness, the rise of the void.”
~He exits the plaza and begins walking away from the camera to a waiting car where we see Natasha and Gebin~
”Come my friend, Natasha has something to show us.”
”Embrace … eternity.”
~The car rides off toward the airport for a flight to Iowa as we fade back to black then static and the XHF Network feed resumes as per usual~