Fire (Nihilists RP BoG)

[The Nihilists]

~The scene fades from static as the XHF Network feed is co-opted once more in a fashion not seen in a long time. The static cuts to black then we see an extremely dim light pop up in the background, enough to put the men standing in front of it into silhouette. A small light clicks on from the floor in front of them illuminating them from the front and underneath. Shadows dance on their brows and heads. The unmasked visages of the Nihilists … they look into the camera … their eyes are dancing with light in this set up and a fire can be discerned behind them.~

"Fire … the life giving element of old school intellectual pursuits. Gifted to man by Prometheus … discovered by cavemen during a lightning storm … given by the salamander to humans …"

"And harnessed by humanity in both metaphorical and very real ways. Fire inspires myths and legends … kindling for epic stories, historical tragedies, technological advancement, and … the drive and inspiration to act and accomplish great things."

"We once espoused the glory of the unending darkness. And we managed to balance the need to extinguish the flames of others for the greater good of the message, and the stoking of the very same flames. Burning bright and fast, or low and slow … the natural snuffing out of the flames in the hearts and souls of our opponents is what we tried to show them. So that they could harness the flame and burn brighter and give light to others while embracing the fact that all flames … die out."

"Cinders, embers, ashes. And from those byproducts of human energy combustion rises the phoenix of hope and joy. For the dying of the flame is not something to fear, but something to embrace. For a good life means when your flame flickers its last … others will have been sparked and ignited by your deeds."

~The dim light behind the begins to brighten and we can now make out their full bodies as the light in front of them dies out. We see Gebin in a neck brace~

"I thought my time had come. The very woman we trusted to spread the message corrupting it and becoming that which we sought to eradicate. My neck shattered for no reason than her own insanity, the whims of a false God and anti-prophet. My fire, weakened and gasping for fuel."

~Esmur pulls on his mask and hands Gebin his own. Gebin slowly removes the neck brace and sets it down beside him~

"And we embraced the darkness, the eternity we called for had come for our careers. For one of us without the other is not the same. We are inextricably linked. And so I poured my efforts to keep the fire burning. To make sure the darkness wouldn’t claim my friend before his time, before his spirit had burned out and ignited others in its wake. In trying to become the judges and juries, we had created a false Goddess … and her twisted drug-addled soul nearly snuffed us out. But Gebin here is healthy again, at least for tag competition. And lo and behold, but we found a new set of fires to settle into. A new set of fates to watch burn down and gasp for more fuel. An inferno raging, raging against the dying of the light …"

~Gebin puts his mask on and they both stand from their cross legged position. They push a button and the standing desk their phone is on clearly rises with them. The room is now lit like a normal room.~

"Fireside came calling. We put out feelers once Gebin was healthy. Knowing our mission was incomplete. A man named Marcus contacted us. And you could probably hear the shock in our souls for miles when we learned who had bankrolled this whole concept and brought it from the ashes into the light. Kindled the inferno and lit the fires of some very interesting competitors once more alight. And so we decided to make our presence felt. To light the fires in the hearts of the fans, to extinguish the fires of hope in the Fireside Tag Division, and to bring our fires to the forefront once more. Behind blazing eyes and unshakable focus we returned and made a statement in the ring with Powerdriver. Darkness falls … for all … no matter how big you are."

~Gebin slips into a purple vest as Esmur slips into a brown one.~

"And the dirt sheets didn’t disappoint. In a show that featured a woman getting locked in a portajohn, a self-made God proving his worth, and a fae monster staking their claim to the supernatural … the shock and awe was about the return of the Nihilists, in vintage form. And while these beings of dubious backgrounds and claiming false Godhood are certainly one reason we are needed, they aren’t the task at hand. The goal … is to reclaim gold. The goal is to put the darkness back on the minds of everyone. To bring a little dose of reality and bring a little levity to this unique stage."

"Look into our eyes gentlemen … look into the boundless abyss flanked by the raging inferno that burns within our hearts. We want you to know we are taking this seriously and that our hearts are in it. We would hate to have you feeling slighted by our initial appearance. You see the void works in mysterious ways. And it seems its emissaries are due to introduce you to your own mortality and win the inaugural tag team titles here in Fireside."

~The light behind the men begins to turn a red-orange and it almost appears the walls are ablaze from this neon showcase. They both step back and stand full bodies in view of the camera. They turn to each other and nod.~

"Joe Nobody. From all appearances a truly poor prank by the universe on this man. To be ‘blessed’ with a moniker not befitting of his accomplishments. Holding any title for 732 days is to be commended. After all, was it not the owner of this very company who asked his phone to brag about his reign in every promo? From all accounts you are a technical marvel, preferring to pass out rather than tap out. As a submission expert myself I respect that. But as we just saw at End of Days week 4 … everybody taps out sometimes. And let me let you in on a secret … it really doesn’t matter to us whether you embrace the darkness and tap out … or choose to be swallowed whole in the gaping maw of the vicious vacancy of the void. The result is the same either way. We gain the tag team titles … and you gain a new appreciation for the life you have and maybe, just maybe you nurture that fire and let it grow and do something meaningful with it."

"Or perhaps you manage to get your partner into the mix. An Olympian, known for his high flying daredevil antics and his devil may care attitude. The Pride of Portland, a circus act gone mainstream. Again, becoming the top champion of any place is worthy of commendation … maybe less so than usual for it being a PSI joint …"

~Gebin shrugs~

"Mr. Deville the matter at hand is whether you have what it takes to outmaneuver me. My ability to fly helped the two of us take down Hyperion in his prime. My abilities allowed us to win the XHF Global tag team titles. My outlook in the ring allowed us to overcome the Filth Factory of RSW. Whereas the fire in your eyes … has dimmed. Our question is whether you can find your drive and actually put up the kind of match we desire. Have you already given in to the sweet embrace of the darkness?"

"Gentlemen trust this … you both have shown a lackluster attitude and drive lately. But we … we will find your fire. We will bring it to the forefront. And we will see if losing this important match turns that fire into a conflagration that threatens to consume this federation, a long lasting blaze that can inspire others to put off and then embrace the approaching darkness…"

~Gebin snaps his fingers and the room goes pitch black, we see nothing~

"Or if that loss extinguishes the little flicker you have left. I suppose we will find out when we meet in the ring and the Nihilists once again stand tall … and embrace eternity."

~Cut to static~