The Church of Hyperion Pt. 2 (EOD3 RP)
Oct 9, 2017 12:44:57 GMT -5
Mongo the Destroyer, Dave D-Flipz, and 1 more like this
Post by Hyperion on Oct 9, 2017 12:44:57 GMT -5
*End of Days’ second night has past, and fans across the country are still buzzing from the sold-out show. Talent from across the XHF Network came to war, and showed that they represent their organization, and themselves, in the best way possible- as absolute professionals, completely enamored with the job they do. Nobody has made it this far without shedding blood, tears and sweat. This is the culmination of their hard work, and it is paying off. We are, however, only half way there. With another gigantic night looming ever so closely in the distance, our superstars must again train and prepare for their next battle. For some, maybe a night off or a simple match-up, but for others...this is the pinnacle of their career in XHF thus far.*
“...excellent, you have proven to be most proficient at that.”
“Yes, Lord Hyperion. Prior to finding my salvation, my passion was to create art, to change and mold that which exists into something more...wonderful.”
“Well it seems you have not not your gift. This is most pleasing.”
*Hyperion stands with one of his newly arrived disciples, in the large open storage room of Hoskin’s Shop. The disciple is painting on mural on the end wall, which appears freshly painted also. The room is full of people covered in long, black robes, each doing some task or service. Every person is hooded, their faces barely visible. The only person not in shrouds is Hyperion, standing much taller than everyone else, garbed in black and shining-gold armor. His appearance echoes his followers beliefs- that he is a God reborn, the Warrior from prophecy, the King returned to Earth to rule again.*
“Lord Hyperion, may I offer you something tasteful, a morsel or more?”
“Of course, thank you.”
*His follower is holding a wooden tray, laden with grapes, cheeses, meats, horderves of varying sizes. Hyperion plucks a couple of grapes from the tray, and pops them into his mouth. The disciple moves away, as Hyperion paces slowly around the room, scanning his worshipers at work. Some are cleaning out the old warehouse, removing that which was left from Bodhi’s family run business, others removing that which remained after Hyperion purged it of mechanical parts. The room looks much bigger, more spacious now as clutter is removed. In the center is a makeshift wrestling ring, originally built to help Hyperion train to become a competitor in the AWF, and now to guide Bodhi in her endeavor. However, the ring has been transformed...it is now an altar.*
“You there, tell me this- why convert a thing as simple as a squared ring, a confined space for brutality and bloodshed, into a place of worship?”
“Lord Hyperion, the stories of your return spoke of the great trials and tribulations of your past, and your legends have lived through the millennia. Your destiny, from your creation to your arrival, has been entwined with conflict and hardships, battles and wars. It is only fitting that as you stand before us today, a man of courage, fearlessness and bravery, we offer you praise in the very place that has helped us find you, and escalated you to greatness- the ring.”
“Hmm, I see. So you will use the ring as a place for prayer? You enter and speak to the Gods?”
“Lord Hyperion, we must never enter the ring! The ring is a place of worship, and symbolizes our faith and belief in you- strong and confident, and able to bear the weight of multiple struggles, turmoil and suffering. You and the ring are one and the same, a symbol for those of us that are lost, and also a light. A beacon to shine light on us, to guide us back to the correct, often forgotten path.”
“So, if you do not enter the ring, then how do you-”
*Before he can finish, he answers his own query. Another follower approaches the ring, placing a candle it the end of the mat. They kneel before the ring, bow their head, and speak of almost-silent murmurs to themselves.*
“Ah, I see. And these prayers they speak in…”
“We do not have dedicated prayers, Lord Hyperion. Nor do we have psalms, hymns or chants. We absorb our thoughts inwards, and speak softly to ourselves only. We speak words of courage and strength, and fill our souls with your very own Light! You are our muse, and we follower your Light. You are our sword, our spear. You are the very force which moves us to be stronger, more confident, more fearless. Any doubt we may have, any worries we may ponder….we share them at the Ring, and the Heavenly Light of Hyperion shines forth, banishing the darkness within us, purging us of any trepidation or dismay in our hearts.”
“I see...so you view me as a God, but also a source of courage?”
“Yes! Since we began to follow your rise, your rebirth, your Light has washed away our fears, our concerns, our anxieties or consternation's. You have given us what most cannot have- pure indomitability!”
“Hmm...well this news is most pleasing to hear then! I shall let you continue with your work.”
“Yes, Lord Hyperion. Thank you for speaking with me today.”
*Hyperion continues to pace around the room, watching followers transform his surroundings into something more like a temple. Freshly painted walls, black with gold trim. Murals being painted, words from Ancient Greece written within to inspire all. The ring, now transformed into a monument, an altar, to honor Hyperion’s name. The once dusty and dank storage area has become a darkened, candle-lit shrine to the would-be God. Unbeknownst to him, his people, his followers...were just waiting for his return.*
“To see such joy in my people, to see them work in unison, towards a greater good. To stand alongside each other, a pillar of strength for one, a wave of solace for another. It brings me almost to tears...to see my people rise again.”
*In the distance, Hyperion sees past the station wall, to a field overgrown with beautiful golden grains, swaying in the breeze. People work the land, ploughing the soil and tilling the seeds. Children help their mothers work, gathering the freshly shorn oats and wheat into a basket, the men tend to the animals, from cattle to swine. Hyperion takes in the beauty of the lands before him, Mount Othrys standing tall over them like a watchful giant. The wind blows softly on his face, his hair dancing in the warm air. He hears his name being called; a familiar voice. A beautiful voice. The most beautiful he has heard.”
“...Hyperion…..”
*He looks, to see a woman of heavenly beauty, long flowing hair as white as the moon, smile as wide as the horizon. Her beauty is impossible to him, she approaches him and he feels himself weaken at the knees, unable to take his eyes from hers.*
“....Theia….my beautiful Theia…..”
“.....Hyperion………..”
“Theia….it is you…..you have returned to me…..”
“....Hyperion…..”
“You have returned…..My love……”
“HYPERION!”
*Snapping out of his daze, Hyperion crash lands to Earth in a bundle of confusion. Before him stands Bodhi, a confused look across her face. His followers quickly turn on their heels and walk away, curious but not foolish. The golden daydream of Greece is gone, and he is now back in Ohio.*
“Hey buddy....you in there?”
“I….yes, it was…..I was…..”
“Been huffing too much of these paint fumes were yeah? C’mon, snap back to reality. Oh, there goes gravity! Hahaha damn I’m good.”
*Bodhi leads him to a seated area that has newly been created, a section of church-styled pews, for which the worshipers may seat themselves. She sits down, pulls up her side bag and opens it, slipping out a laptop.*
“They uploaded the latest match-ups for End of Days 3. Your match. Let’s see who you are fighting…..Hype?”
*Still in a daze, Hyperion looks at Bodhi as if he has never laid eyes on her before.*
“You….remind me...of her….”
“Huh? Whatchu talkin’ ‘bout Willis.”
“You…..Theia…..”
“Who? It’s Bodhi, man. ‘Bow-dee’. Sounds easy, looks tricky. You’d be surprised how often people spell it incorrectly...”
“...I have never noticed your beauty, until now. Your elegance, your radiance…..”
“Huh? Are you feeling OK dude? You look a little lost.”
“My apologies….I was…..much further away.”
“Yeah well come back to us. You have shit to do, and I can’t do it alone. Did that rooster knock you too hard on your head?”
“Rooster?”
“Yeah man, the giant man-sized chicken you fought on Sunday! How could you forget something like that!”
“Oh, right. The fowl.”
*Still staring at Bodhi, and sounding spaced out from his daydream, Hyperion sits beside her.*
“You look just like she did….”
“What are you talking about dude? Who?”
“Theia….my consort. My sister….My lover.”
“Your sister was your lover? Damn Hypy I didn't know Greece was into its Game of Thrones shit. But, hey, who am I to judge.”
“We were the first ones. The Titans walked the Earth before man was created. We were created for….one another….”
“Sounds nice man. Real romantic. And I am flattered by you staring at me like a piece of meat, but now is time for some 2017 brain activity, you with me? You can go fantasize about your sister later…..look, Ziko has updated the page. The full lineup is here for EOD3. Looks like you are battling it out with….Ezriel? Whoa.”
“This is good news?”
“This is….news. Good or bad is up in the air. On the good side, he’s no easy prey. The man is as tough as he is scary looking. I’ve dated dudes with face tatt’s before, but this guy is next-level dedicated! But, on top of that, he’s also one tough nut and apparently has a serious temper. Steam him up and let him loose, he might do all the hard work for you.”
“I do not wish for another to fight my battles for me. I shall be sore and bruised entering the finale, but I will give 100% of what I have remaining.”
“Yeah, well just keep pushing Ezriel to fight. Remember, it doesn’t matter if he wins, it only matters if you win.”
*Bodhi is rubbing her neck, and massaging her shoulder muscles.*
“How are you feeling? Since your match-up I mean…”
“Me? Fine. I’m good. It’s aaallll good….”
“It’s OK to be defeated, Bodhi. This was the first trial of many, nobody can fault you for the effort you put in.”
“Says Mr. Undefeated. No need for the pep talk. I’m good!”
*Sensing she needs to speak some more, Hyperion remains silent, offering her a friendly ear.*
“...it's just, I thought I had her, y’know? I thought she was down for the count, out for the night. Did you see that move I landed on her? It was insane! I had thought about doing that move someday, but in the heat of the match, I just went...out of body. I was duking in out on the mat, and next thing I know I am on the top rope, soaring through the air!”
“I saw it, and I would like not to have been the receiver of that gift. Most savage a feat.”
“Not savage enough. I just don't know how that bitch got up! And then locked in that….monkey hold….”
“She seems to be working with dark arts, power of the unknown. She may not have been ideal for a first time opponent.”
“Well, this isn’t over. That bitch is going to get what's coming to her, soon. I’ve another match up at the end of the month, and if I win that I have a chance to win one of their titles. If I come across that Yami bitch again, well….”
“I believe in your heart, and your strength. You fought valiantly, and never gave up. You fought until darkness took over your conscious, and I cannot say I have seen many experienced warriors battle as fearlessly as you did. You showed true might!”
“Yeah, well I wasn’t happy with the result...and now my jaw is clicking ever since. If I lost my shower-singing voice, I’ll piss in her make up….what about you, Mr. KFC? Plucking chickens and grilling us some bird.”
“KFC?”
“Yeah Colonel, you gave it to that bird-man! You devastated him!”
“I wish it were as it appeared. I underestimated the man beneath the mask, the costume provided too much of a comedic distraction. Whomever is beneath that attire, gave me one of the toughest fights of recent years. I could feel myself weakening during battle, growing tired, growing….mortal….”
“Yeah well it sure didn't look like that. The way you ended that fight? Picking him up with one hand and just destroying his ass with your other hand? Man that was crazy shit! I was schoolgirl crushing, hard! Hahaha”
“Well you may be more disappointed for my next competition….”
“What? Why?”
*Hyperion is looking at Bodhi’s screen, showing the card for End of Days 3. She failed to see Hyperion's other match.*
“Oh shit Hype, they double booked you? Damn.”
“This warrior Kosloff....he has been mentioned to me already, a follower of mine spoke of him earlier. I had brushed it off as mere excitement, but perhaps now I need to tread more carefully.”
“Let’s see, maybe it’s not so bad….”
*Bodhi brings up Duke Kosloff’s bio page, and scrolls through with Hyperion.*
“Damn….this guy is huge! Look’s like he has been making a name for himself in Russia, but not much is known about him here....he’s here to run a fed though. Maybe he’s gone soft, with his new executive powers…”
*A video plays of him performing a devastating powerbomb from the top rope, to a much smaller opponent.*
“Whoa...maybe not. This guy is beastly strong….but, so are you! Nothing to worry about!”
“I do not worry, nor fret. My concern is defeating this Duke without expending too much energy. I fear that this briefcase match bodes unwell for me, and I have made a target for myself.”
“No way dude, everyone in there is gunning for themselves. You’ll just be one of the guys…”
“Hyperion scans over the opponent's list…*
“I see my prior opponents will be there. Copycat posed no real threat, but his is now sided with his partner. Justice holds bad blood, he proved that on our last dueling. And these new faces...I am uncertain of what to expect, but I see one opponent who may test my abilities…”
*He is looking at Beanz.*
“Yeah, that guy is huge. But he’s got such small beady eyes. Keep moving and he won't see you. I bet he tires out fast too. According to his Bio page, he lives off a diet of baked beans. Have you ever eaten a plate of beans? He’ll be burned out in no time. Just avoid his ass-area! The musical fruit is not something you want a noseful of!”
*Hyperion stands, stretching his arms and cracking his neck.*
“I must train, and prepare. This night will test my abilities, and prove my mettle. I am yet to be defeated in the AWF, but I cannot afford to make this night my first. The End of Days will be my stairwell to greatness, but I have to break down this Duke to climb it. The elimination den holds a success or reward of great virtue, but I have to battle through ten gladiators to seize it.”
“Uh, its twelve. Thirteen if Ezriel turns on you.”
“...I cannot go into this night without being of utmost solid mind, and empowered by the might of the Gods. I will need to pray to Uranus….”
“Hey, you wouldn’t be the first man to do that! Hehehe…”
“This Sunday, I walk into war undefeated and untouched. I fear my belief in myself has dwindled since my bout with the chicken-man, and I need some reassurance from the Gods.”
“Gods? Fuck that Hypy, you ARE a God! You are King to these people, they worship you. It’s still a bit weird to me, you becoming a cult leader overnight...but they believe in you. Skip praying to my anus, and get in that ring. Gather your people and let them fill you up with power and divine light!”
“Bodhi...you speak true….”
“Hey, I’m just copying the shit that you ramble on about. But yeah, go do that!”
*Hyperion crosses the room, his followers moving to allow him access to the Ring. He steps onto the apron, and tosses his leg over the top rope. One of his followers announces;*
“Followers of Light, and Heavenly Light, our King has entered the Ring.”
*The followers gather around the ring, kneeling or bowing their hooded heads to the man in the center; their deity, their God.*
“Followers…disciples….friends....I bid you great thanks for your support, and your praise. You have re-awoken what was lost inside of me...my true self...and with your belief, and your honoring of my name, you have granted me great strength and power! ….And I must ask this again of you, to shower me in your words of strength, to sing your words of encouragement and bravery, and to follow my lead, and walk towards darkness with golden might!”
*A commotion of mixed cheers, praise and support comes from the gathered crowd of followers.*
“My return has been testing, I have conquered rivers and roads, battled evil and demons, traversed the continent and found my home, here….with you. I have never stumbled, faltered or staggered, I have fought diligently for what is mine, and will continue to fight until ALL is mine...ALL is OURS!”
*More reactions from the gathering.*
“But my hour of judgement nears, ever closer. My armor is polished and unsoiled, but not for much longer. My trident gasps, parched in need of blood. My fists, grow heavier and harder as the Heavenly Light pours through my body. My body aches from previous battles, but trembles in excite as the prospect of more. I have a army opposing me, and I require your strength, your fortitude, your...belief, in me, to continue my onslaught of these would-be successors. This Sunday, I battle Giants, monuments to mankind. This Sunday I run a gauntlet, of gladiators hungered for flesh. This Sunday, I step into the arena a man, empowered by the King of the Heavens, and shall unleash my wrath upon those who oppose our reign. This Sunday...shall be the End of Days, filled with darkness and uncertainty. And the Beginning of Days, shining brightly with our light, and our power!”
*The crowd begins to chant ‘Titan! Titan! Titan!’, as Hyperion continues his motivational rant.*
“You have followed me, blindly, up to today. By this day week, your eyes will be open and you will follow me with clear vision. As I will show the world what we can achieve, that we are not to be dissuaded from our goal and our rightful place at the top, and I will stand tall over the bodies of me and mortals that have opposed me...as your King, your God of Heavenly Light! I….AM…..HYPERION!!”
*Uproar from the followers, as Hyperion stands tall in the Ring, power surging from his lungs! With the belief of his followers, and the encouragement from his Gods, Hyperion will be a mighty force to be reckoned with. For one man to step into the ring with another wrestler, they face a tough challenge. But to come toe to toe with a God, empowered by his people...then they risk the wrath of the Heavens, they risk a fate of eternal torture under Hades’ rule. To offend the Gods, is to face their judgement, and accept their smite. End of Days will change the lives of men; mortals. But for a God, this is another step on the climb to Mount Olympus, to the Gates of Heaven.*
“...excellent, you have proven to be most proficient at that.”
“Yes, Lord Hyperion. Prior to finding my salvation, my passion was to create art, to change and mold that which exists into something more...wonderful.”
“Well it seems you have not not your gift. This is most pleasing.”
*Hyperion stands with one of his newly arrived disciples, in the large open storage room of Hoskin’s Shop. The disciple is painting on mural on the end wall, which appears freshly painted also. The room is full of people covered in long, black robes, each doing some task or service. Every person is hooded, their faces barely visible. The only person not in shrouds is Hyperion, standing much taller than everyone else, garbed in black and shining-gold armor. His appearance echoes his followers beliefs- that he is a God reborn, the Warrior from prophecy, the King returned to Earth to rule again.*
“Lord Hyperion, may I offer you something tasteful, a morsel or more?”
“Of course, thank you.”
*His follower is holding a wooden tray, laden with grapes, cheeses, meats, horderves of varying sizes. Hyperion plucks a couple of grapes from the tray, and pops them into his mouth. The disciple moves away, as Hyperion paces slowly around the room, scanning his worshipers at work. Some are cleaning out the old warehouse, removing that which was left from Bodhi’s family run business, others removing that which remained after Hyperion purged it of mechanical parts. The room looks much bigger, more spacious now as clutter is removed. In the center is a makeshift wrestling ring, originally built to help Hyperion train to become a competitor in the AWF, and now to guide Bodhi in her endeavor. However, the ring has been transformed...it is now an altar.*
“You there, tell me this- why convert a thing as simple as a squared ring, a confined space for brutality and bloodshed, into a place of worship?”
“Lord Hyperion, the stories of your return spoke of the great trials and tribulations of your past, and your legends have lived through the millennia. Your destiny, from your creation to your arrival, has been entwined with conflict and hardships, battles and wars. It is only fitting that as you stand before us today, a man of courage, fearlessness and bravery, we offer you praise in the very place that has helped us find you, and escalated you to greatness- the ring.”
“Hmm, I see. So you will use the ring as a place for prayer? You enter and speak to the Gods?”
“Lord Hyperion, we must never enter the ring! The ring is a place of worship, and symbolizes our faith and belief in you- strong and confident, and able to bear the weight of multiple struggles, turmoil and suffering. You and the ring are one and the same, a symbol for those of us that are lost, and also a light. A beacon to shine light on us, to guide us back to the correct, often forgotten path.”
“So, if you do not enter the ring, then how do you-”
*Before he can finish, he answers his own query. Another follower approaches the ring, placing a candle it the end of the mat. They kneel before the ring, bow their head, and speak of almost-silent murmurs to themselves.*
“Ah, I see. And these prayers they speak in…”
“We do not have dedicated prayers, Lord Hyperion. Nor do we have psalms, hymns or chants. We absorb our thoughts inwards, and speak softly to ourselves only. We speak words of courage and strength, and fill our souls with your very own Light! You are our muse, and we follower your Light. You are our sword, our spear. You are the very force which moves us to be stronger, more confident, more fearless. Any doubt we may have, any worries we may ponder….we share them at the Ring, and the Heavenly Light of Hyperion shines forth, banishing the darkness within us, purging us of any trepidation or dismay in our hearts.”
“I see...so you view me as a God, but also a source of courage?”
“Yes! Since we began to follow your rise, your rebirth, your Light has washed away our fears, our concerns, our anxieties or consternation's. You have given us what most cannot have- pure indomitability!”
“Hmm...well this news is most pleasing to hear then! I shall let you continue with your work.”
“Yes, Lord Hyperion. Thank you for speaking with me today.”
*Hyperion continues to pace around the room, watching followers transform his surroundings into something more like a temple. Freshly painted walls, black with gold trim. Murals being painted, words from Ancient Greece written within to inspire all. The ring, now transformed into a monument, an altar, to honor Hyperion’s name. The once dusty and dank storage area has become a darkened, candle-lit shrine to the would-be God. Unbeknownst to him, his people, his followers...were just waiting for his return.*
“To see such joy in my people, to see them work in unison, towards a greater good. To stand alongside each other, a pillar of strength for one, a wave of solace for another. It brings me almost to tears...to see my people rise again.”
*In the distance, Hyperion sees past the station wall, to a field overgrown with beautiful golden grains, swaying in the breeze. People work the land, ploughing the soil and tilling the seeds. Children help their mothers work, gathering the freshly shorn oats and wheat into a basket, the men tend to the animals, from cattle to swine. Hyperion takes in the beauty of the lands before him, Mount Othrys standing tall over them like a watchful giant. The wind blows softly on his face, his hair dancing in the warm air. He hears his name being called; a familiar voice. A beautiful voice. The most beautiful he has heard.”
“...Hyperion…..”
*He looks, to see a woman of heavenly beauty, long flowing hair as white as the moon, smile as wide as the horizon. Her beauty is impossible to him, she approaches him and he feels himself weaken at the knees, unable to take his eyes from hers.*
“....Theia….my beautiful Theia…..”
“.....Hyperion………..”
“Theia….it is you…..you have returned to me…..”
“....Hyperion…..”
“You have returned…..My love……”
“HYPERION!”
*Snapping out of his daze, Hyperion crash lands to Earth in a bundle of confusion. Before him stands Bodhi, a confused look across her face. His followers quickly turn on their heels and walk away, curious but not foolish. The golden daydream of Greece is gone, and he is now back in Ohio.*
“Hey buddy....you in there?”
“I….yes, it was…..I was…..”
“Been huffing too much of these paint fumes were yeah? C’mon, snap back to reality. Oh, there goes gravity! Hahaha damn I’m good.”
*Bodhi leads him to a seated area that has newly been created, a section of church-styled pews, for which the worshipers may seat themselves. She sits down, pulls up her side bag and opens it, slipping out a laptop.*
“They uploaded the latest match-ups for End of Days 3. Your match. Let’s see who you are fighting…..Hype?”
*Still in a daze, Hyperion looks at Bodhi as if he has never laid eyes on her before.*
“You….remind me...of her….”
“Huh? Whatchu talkin’ ‘bout Willis.”
“You…..Theia…..”
“Who? It’s Bodhi, man. ‘Bow-dee’. Sounds easy, looks tricky. You’d be surprised how often people spell it incorrectly...”
“...I have never noticed your beauty, until now. Your elegance, your radiance…..”
“Huh? Are you feeling OK dude? You look a little lost.”
“My apologies….I was…..much further away.”
“Yeah well come back to us. You have shit to do, and I can’t do it alone. Did that rooster knock you too hard on your head?”
“Rooster?”
“Yeah man, the giant man-sized chicken you fought on Sunday! How could you forget something like that!”
“Oh, right. The fowl.”
*Still staring at Bodhi, and sounding spaced out from his daydream, Hyperion sits beside her.*
“You look just like she did….”
“What are you talking about dude? Who?”
“Theia….my consort. My sister….My lover.”
“Your sister was your lover? Damn Hypy I didn't know Greece was into its Game of Thrones shit. But, hey, who am I to judge.”
“We were the first ones. The Titans walked the Earth before man was created. We were created for….one another….”
“Sounds nice man. Real romantic. And I am flattered by you staring at me like a piece of meat, but now is time for some 2017 brain activity, you with me? You can go fantasize about your sister later…..look, Ziko has updated the page. The full lineup is here for EOD3. Looks like you are battling it out with….Ezriel? Whoa.”
“This is good news?”
“This is….news. Good or bad is up in the air. On the good side, he’s no easy prey. The man is as tough as he is scary looking. I’ve dated dudes with face tatt’s before, but this guy is next-level dedicated! But, on top of that, he’s also one tough nut and apparently has a serious temper. Steam him up and let him loose, he might do all the hard work for you.”
“I do not wish for another to fight my battles for me. I shall be sore and bruised entering the finale, but I will give 100% of what I have remaining.”
“Yeah, well just keep pushing Ezriel to fight. Remember, it doesn’t matter if he wins, it only matters if you win.”
*Bodhi is rubbing her neck, and massaging her shoulder muscles.*
“How are you feeling? Since your match-up I mean…”
“Me? Fine. I’m good. It’s aaallll good….”
“It’s OK to be defeated, Bodhi. This was the first trial of many, nobody can fault you for the effort you put in.”
“Says Mr. Undefeated. No need for the pep talk. I’m good!”
*Sensing she needs to speak some more, Hyperion remains silent, offering her a friendly ear.*
“...it's just, I thought I had her, y’know? I thought she was down for the count, out for the night. Did you see that move I landed on her? It was insane! I had thought about doing that move someday, but in the heat of the match, I just went...out of body. I was duking in out on the mat, and next thing I know I am on the top rope, soaring through the air!”
“I saw it, and I would like not to have been the receiver of that gift. Most savage a feat.”
“Not savage enough. I just don't know how that bitch got up! And then locked in that….monkey hold….”
“She seems to be working with dark arts, power of the unknown. She may not have been ideal for a first time opponent.”
“Well, this isn’t over. That bitch is going to get what's coming to her, soon. I’ve another match up at the end of the month, and if I win that I have a chance to win one of their titles. If I come across that Yami bitch again, well….”
“I believe in your heart, and your strength. You fought valiantly, and never gave up. You fought until darkness took over your conscious, and I cannot say I have seen many experienced warriors battle as fearlessly as you did. You showed true might!”
“Yeah, well I wasn’t happy with the result...and now my jaw is clicking ever since. If I lost my shower-singing voice, I’ll piss in her make up….what about you, Mr. KFC? Plucking chickens and grilling us some bird.”
“KFC?”
“Yeah Colonel, you gave it to that bird-man! You devastated him!”
“I wish it were as it appeared. I underestimated the man beneath the mask, the costume provided too much of a comedic distraction. Whomever is beneath that attire, gave me one of the toughest fights of recent years. I could feel myself weakening during battle, growing tired, growing….mortal….”
“Yeah well it sure didn't look like that. The way you ended that fight? Picking him up with one hand and just destroying his ass with your other hand? Man that was crazy shit! I was schoolgirl crushing, hard! Hahaha”
“Well you may be more disappointed for my next competition….”
“What? Why?”
*Hyperion is looking at Bodhi’s screen, showing the card for End of Days 3. She failed to see Hyperion's other match.*
“Oh shit Hype, they double booked you? Damn.”
“This warrior Kosloff....he has been mentioned to me already, a follower of mine spoke of him earlier. I had brushed it off as mere excitement, but perhaps now I need to tread more carefully.”
“Let’s see, maybe it’s not so bad….”
*Bodhi brings up Duke Kosloff’s bio page, and scrolls through with Hyperion.*
“Damn….this guy is huge! Look’s like he has been making a name for himself in Russia, but not much is known about him here....he’s here to run a fed though. Maybe he’s gone soft, with his new executive powers…”
*A video plays of him performing a devastating powerbomb from the top rope, to a much smaller opponent.*
“Whoa...maybe not. This guy is beastly strong….but, so are you! Nothing to worry about!”
“I do not worry, nor fret. My concern is defeating this Duke without expending too much energy. I fear that this briefcase match bodes unwell for me, and I have made a target for myself.”
“No way dude, everyone in there is gunning for themselves. You’ll just be one of the guys…”
“Hyperion scans over the opponent's list…*
“I see my prior opponents will be there. Copycat posed no real threat, but his is now sided with his partner. Justice holds bad blood, he proved that on our last dueling. And these new faces...I am uncertain of what to expect, but I see one opponent who may test my abilities…”
*He is looking at Beanz.*
“Yeah, that guy is huge. But he’s got such small beady eyes. Keep moving and he won't see you. I bet he tires out fast too. According to his Bio page, he lives off a diet of baked beans. Have you ever eaten a plate of beans? He’ll be burned out in no time. Just avoid his ass-area! The musical fruit is not something you want a noseful of!”
*Hyperion stands, stretching his arms and cracking his neck.*
“I must train, and prepare. This night will test my abilities, and prove my mettle. I am yet to be defeated in the AWF, but I cannot afford to make this night my first. The End of Days will be my stairwell to greatness, but I have to break down this Duke to climb it. The elimination den holds a success or reward of great virtue, but I have to battle through ten gladiators to seize it.”
“Uh, its twelve. Thirteen if Ezriel turns on you.”
“...I cannot go into this night without being of utmost solid mind, and empowered by the might of the Gods. I will need to pray to Uranus….”
“Hey, you wouldn’t be the first man to do that! Hehehe…”
“This Sunday, I walk into war undefeated and untouched. I fear my belief in myself has dwindled since my bout with the chicken-man, and I need some reassurance from the Gods.”
“Gods? Fuck that Hypy, you ARE a God! You are King to these people, they worship you. It’s still a bit weird to me, you becoming a cult leader overnight...but they believe in you. Skip praying to my anus, and get in that ring. Gather your people and let them fill you up with power and divine light!”
“Bodhi...you speak true….”
“Hey, I’m just copying the shit that you ramble on about. But yeah, go do that!”
*Hyperion crosses the room, his followers moving to allow him access to the Ring. He steps onto the apron, and tosses his leg over the top rope. One of his followers announces;*
“Followers of Light, and Heavenly Light, our King has entered the Ring.”
*The followers gather around the ring, kneeling or bowing their hooded heads to the man in the center; their deity, their God.*
“Followers…disciples….friends....I bid you great thanks for your support, and your praise. You have re-awoken what was lost inside of me...my true self...and with your belief, and your honoring of my name, you have granted me great strength and power! ….And I must ask this again of you, to shower me in your words of strength, to sing your words of encouragement and bravery, and to follow my lead, and walk towards darkness with golden might!”
*A commotion of mixed cheers, praise and support comes from the gathered crowd of followers.*
“My return has been testing, I have conquered rivers and roads, battled evil and demons, traversed the continent and found my home, here….with you. I have never stumbled, faltered or staggered, I have fought diligently for what is mine, and will continue to fight until ALL is mine...ALL is OURS!”
*More reactions from the gathering.*
“But my hour of judgement nears, ever closer. My armor is polished and unsoiled, but not for much longer. My trident gasps, parched in need of blood. My fists, grow heavier and harder as the Heavenly Light pours through my body. My body aches from previous battles, but trembles in excite as the prospect of more. I have a army opposing me, and I require your strength, your fortitude, your...belief, in me, to continue my onslaught of these would-be successors. This Sunday, I battle Giants, monuments to mankind. This Sunday I run a gauntlet, of gladiators hungered for flesh. This Sunday, I step into the arena a man, empowered by the King of the Heavens, and shall unleash my wrath upon those who oppose our reign. This Sunday...shall be the End of Days, filled with darkness and uncertainty. And the Beginning of Days, shining brightly with our light, and our power!”
*The crowd begins to chant ‘Titan! Titan! Titan!’, as Hyperion continues his motivational rant.*
“You have followed me, blindly, up to today. By this day week, your eyes will be open and you will follow me with clear vision. As I will show the world what we can achieve, that we are not to be dissuaded from our goal and our rightful place at the top, and I will stand tall over the bodies of me and mortals that have opposed me...as your King, your God of Heavenly Light! I….AM…..HYPERION!!”
*Uproar from the followers, as Hyperion stands tall in the Ring, power surging from his lungs! With the belief of his followers, and the encouragement from his Gods, Hyperion will be a mighty force to be reckoned with. For one man to step into the ring with another wrestler, they face a tough challenge. But to come toe to toe with a God, empowered by his people...then they risk the wrath of the Heavens, they risk a fate of eternal torture under Hades’ rule. To offend the Gods, is to face their judgement, and accept their smite. End of Days will change the lives of men; mortals. But for a God, this is another step on the climb to Mount Olympus, to the Gates of Heaven.*
