(Space) Cowboy from Helios | Xtraction: Blood Money
May 31, 2018 3:57:04 GMT -5
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Post by Effigy on May 31, 2018 3:57:04 GMT -5
~ Sometime on another plane of existence. ~
~ Location: Ixlain Hinterlands of Planet Ukotire. ~
Two glowing orbs haphazardly hung in the purple alien sky, burning bright orange and casting their warm glow down upon the lush green fauna of the hinterland landscape below. Past the breakers of the glowing green sea, a crystalline buoy has begun to loosely list clockwise on the turgid waters. Billowing brown clowns bowled over the sky casting ominous shadows over the murky glowing depths. The buoy has now begun to swirl in a much more rapid pace almost capsizing in the forming whirlpool. Lightning defiantly dances off the now bubbling and boiling brine brewing below the clouds. The tide had not long ago receded from the rocky shore of the hinterland. The buoy has now been swallowed by the encroaching whirlpool that has continued to grow higher and higher with the receding tide. The whirlpool is nearly a fully formed cyclone when a purple hue begins to glow from within growing brighter and brighter as the speed of the cyclone increases. Lightning cracks and thunder rolls before exotic shimmering fish, and slimy green toxic water rain from the sky in a fiery purple explosion of psionic energy. The water comes rolling back to the shore in massive crashing waves that assault the barren beach.
Atop the tallest wave riding the sparkling sapphire buoy as if it were a surfboard is Effigy adjusting his golden gloves staring at a small village along the distant coast. The brown clouds have now dissipated to reveal the two setting suns above the horizon. On the harsh shore, alien villagers have begun to emerge from their hovels to inspect the commotion in their usually quiet village. A welcoming party has formed upon the shore featuring a band from the natives playing a welcoming tune for the visitor. Effigy whisk-fully wakes the impromptu surfboard across the rocks as the wave washes over them. The band is really into their song now.
Welcome! We are peaceful people we have never contacted other species. We hope our welcoming music is pleasing to you.
YES! I LIKE WHAT YOU GOT! Please allow me to help your people!
Effigy began using his powers to shape and create a better life for these strange inhabitants. It wasn’t long until they began calling him a god which wasn’t too far removed from the truth. Centuries past and these people’s technology continued to grow more advanced with each passing year. One day these people decided they no longer needed a god, they were advanced enough and could continue advancing without the help of Effigy. A plot was constructed to usurp and assassinate our fairweather hero. When your target is immortal it really puts a damper on said plans. Effigy was enraged by his people’s betrayal and embarrassed that it all happened right under his nose. In a fit of blind rage, Effigy managed to level an entire civilization by nightfall. Women and children screamed in the streets as he vaporized utopic city after utopic city with his immense psionic power. It was akin to an explosion of Akira proportions except spanning half a planet. In only a matter of hours centuries of progress were erased off the face of a planet. Feeling dejected, scorned, betrayed, and disappointed Effigy lay upon the smoldering rubble of the society he once upheld. He felt a feeling deep inside his gut that he was familiar with but it was one that he not often felt. A single burning tear rolled from the corner of his left eye onto the chunk of cement he was laying on. In one final explosion, the scene would go black.
~May 21st Ireland Anonymous Assault~
3!... Resounded in his head… 3! 3! 3! 3! 3! 3! 3! 3! 3!... as he lay on the mat. The second Distortion Kick from Rossdale that connected with his chin was too much to recover from. He was still weak from his slumber. He had to get stronger if he was to continue competing here. The gravity is so weak. This planet is dying. There is no nourishment in the atmosphere for him. The sun is not even strong enough for his photosynthesis. Everything about Earth sucks for a demi-god such as Effigy. Rossdale has already made his way to the back and Effigy was just now scraping himself up off the canvas. An all too familiar feeling began to churn deep within the pit of his stomach. He clenched his fists while tightly closing his glazed over eyes. NO! NOT HERE! He shouts out attempting to stand but he is unable to find his legs and he falls against the bottom ropes. Perhaps this is how it feels to be human he says lowly to himself.
~Present Day Ireland Public Library~
Hello, again computer. You are a different computer but you helped me all the same. Effigy has found more work through this XHF! Soon I will wrestle with 9 other competitors! I have already met my teammates at the last AXW show. One even defeated me at this show. Shawn Rossdale “The Icon” himself. This Icon made him feel the closest to human that he has felt in a very long time. An aged competitor that proved himself worthy. Effigy knows Shawn and the rest of the AXW guys in his corner we can pull through this massive match of men. My time with you is running out, computer. Perhaps we will meet again one day or in another life. Bye bye for now.
~May 24, 2018, ~
Effigy sits upon a ferry departing Ireland heading towards England. He sits near the rolling wheels on the stern of the ferry staring on in amazement as the water splashes and tumbles off the red paddles. The weather is quite overcast as a soft blanket of mist covers the sky on this dreary May day. Effigy is soaked from his exposure to the rain but he doesn’t seem to mind as he continues staring into the splashing water.
Upon landing in England Effigy seems to quickly find himself in a pub once more. The scruffy bartender appears to have been a former seaman. His scratchy voice asks Effigy what he’s having. He orders himself fish and chips to fill his empty grumbling stomach while he listens to a man play accordion in the corner of the pub. Effigy thinks to himself while the barkeep steps into the back to prepare his order. Was he really cut out for this Earthling style of wrestling? He seemed to put in far less effort than the other performers. He also seemed to be not as efficient in this style as he was on his home planet. If only the gravity here was not so weak he thought to himself. He looked down at his clenched fist… and like the gravity he was still weak… A chain is only as strong as its weakest link, would he be the weakest link in the chain that is team AXW? The plate of food would soon be sat down beside his closed hand a nice cold pint accompanying it. No more time for thought.
~May 31st~
Effigy is seen running on a treadmill at a moderate pace his sweaty latex suit sticking to his active body. Sweat rolls down his face as he huffs and puffs with arms moving in time with his frantic feet. His eyes stare off into the distance as he appears lost in his head. Members of AWF ran through his mind. Who where these mysterious men? Why were there so many of these “brands?” Earthling sports are so weird.
A man named Jackson Steele who carries around a belt of gold. Why not a belt of steel for this Man of Steel? I once knew of a man who called himself steel. I believe it was one Joseph Stalin, the Russian Man of Steel. I can always respect a man with upstanding communist beliefs so cheers Mr. Jackson Stalin. I will be sure to avoid the same fate that Trotsky suffered. The other four of your partners must also be fine upstanding communists. The United Communist Party of AWF, lead by Jackson Steele! A Dillinger, Storm, Angel, and a Young man. You have quite a cabinet of powerful men at your side.
From my research, a Dillinger is a “gangster” I’ve handled many a gangster in my day so I don’t see why I cannot make quick work of him even in this puny Earth form of mine. Storms? I’ve never been afraid of a storm. In fact, I’ve created a few in my days. Thunder and lightning were once at my beck and call. That will be the case once more at Xtraction: Blood Money. I will ride the lightning once more as I quell this storm. Angels. Their very existence has been a mystery to mortals for many a millennium. Higher beings such as myself know that they’re nothing more than humans with dainty delicate wings. I have torn the wings from the backs of those foul beasts as we fell from the heavens. I will not force that same fate upon you… but I might just clip them a little...Randy. And Damien Young. The Young man. Young man, since you are Young I will go easy on you. I do not wish to injure a youngling looking to enter the sport. Maybe one day you’ll even get to be Damien Old! I have lived many lives for many years, I hope that some of my vast knowledge may rub off on you while we spar!
In a few days my new allies Shawn Rossdale, Price, Curtis Kanyon, and The Anomoly from AXW will step into battle with me to take on this new enemy that is AWF. Such a shame we had to cross paths this way. Perhaps in another life, I can join this United Communist Party of AWF. But on June 3rd in Gloucestershire, England it will be AXW seizing the means of production.
Effigy’s pace on the treadmill as considerably increased as he is at a near sprint now. He begins to shout as he runs.
I MUST BE BETTER!
I MUST BE STRONGER!
I MUST BE FASTER!
SEIZE THE MEANS OF PRODUCTION!
I MUST BE THE STRONGEST LINK IN THE CHAIN!
I AM THE AMBASSADOR OF PAIN!
~ Location: Ixlain Hinterlands of Planet Ukotire. ~
Two glowing orbs haphazardly hung in the purple alien sky, burning bright orange and casting their warm glow down upon the lush green fauna of the hinterland landscape below. Past the breakers of the glowing green sea, a crystalline buoy has begun to loosely list clockwise on the turgid waters. Billowing brown clowns bowled over the sky casting ominous shadows over the murky glowing depths. The buoy has now begun to swirl in a much more rapid pace almost capsizing in the forming whirlpool. Lightning defiantly dances off the now bubbling and boiling brine brewing below the clouds. The tide had not long ago receded from the rocky shore of the hinterland. The buoy has now been swallowed by the encroaching whirlpool that has continued to grow higher and higher with the receding tide. The whirlpool is nearly a fully formed cyclone when a purple hue begins to glow from within growing brighter and brighter as the speed of the cyclone increases. Lightning cracks and thunder rolls before exotic shimmering fish, and slimy green toxic water rain from the sky in a fiery purple explosion of psionic energy. The water comes rolling back to the shore in massive crashing waves that assault the barren beach.
Atop the tallest wave riding the sparkling sapphire buoy as if it were a surfboard is Effigy adjusting his golden gloves staring at a small village along the distant coast. The brown clouds have now dissipated to reveal the two setting suns above the horizon. On the harsh shore, alien villagers have begun to emerge from their hovels to inspect the commotion in their usually quiet village. A welcoming party has formed upon the shore featuring a band from the natives playing a welcoming tune for the visitor. Effigy whisk-fully wakes the impromptu surfboard across the rocks as the wave washes over them. The band is really into their song now.
After the song a king wearing a large crown carved out of a fruit resembling a pineapple emerges from the strange race of aliens. He greets our intergalactic traveler in a fast paced low squealing voice. Effigy's eyes begin to softly glow as he translates the unfamiliar tongue resonating within his ears.
Welcome! We are peaceful people we have never contacted other species. We hope our welcoming music is pleasing to you.
YES! I LIKE WHAT YOU GOT! Please allow me to help your people!
Effigy began using his powers to shape and create a better life for these strange inhabitants. It wasn’t long until they began calling him a god which wasn’t too far removed from the truth. Centuries past and these people’s technology continued to grow more advanced with each passing year. One day these people decided they no longer needed a god, they were advanced enough and could continue advancing without the help of Effigy. A plot was constructed to usurp and assassinate our fairweather hero. When your target is immortal it really puts a damper on said plans. Effigy was enraged by his people’s betrayal and embarrassed that it all happened right under his nose. In a fit of blind rage, Effigy managed to level an entire civilization by nightfall. Women and children screamed in the streets as he vaporized utopic city after utopic city with his immense psionic power. It was akin to an explosion of Akira proportions except spanning half a planet. In only a matter of hours centuries of progress were erased off the face of a planet. Feeling dejected, scorned, betrayed, and disappointed Effigy lay upon the smoldering rubble of the society he once upheld. He felt a feeling deep inside his gut that he was familiar with but it was one that he not often felt. A single burning tear rolled from the corner of his left eye onto the chunk of cement he was laying on. In one final explosion, the scene would go black.
~May 21st Ireland Anonymous Assault~
3!... Resounded in his head… 3! 3! 3! 3! 3! 3! 3! 3! 3!... as he lay on the mat. The second Distortion Kick from Rossdale that connected with his chin was too much to recover from. He was still weak from his slumber. He had to get stronger if he was to continue competing here. The gravity is so weak. This planet is dying. There is no nourishment in the atmosphere for him. The sun is not even strong enough for his photosynthesis. Everything about Earth sucks for a demi-god such as Effigy. Rossdale has already made his way to the back and Effigy was just now scraping himself up off the canvas. An all too familiar feeling began to churn deep within the pit of his stomach. He clenched his fists while tightly closing his glazed over eyes. NO! NOT HERE! He shouts out attempting to stand but he is unable to find his legs and he falls against the bottom ropes. Perhaps this is how it feels to be human he says lowly to himself.
~Present Day Ireland Public Library~
Hello, again computer. You are a different computer but you helped me all the same. Effigy has found more work through this XHF! Soon I will wrestle with 9 other competitors! I have already met my teammates at the last AXW show. One even defeated me at this show. Shawn Rossdale “The Icon” himself. This Icon made him feel the closest to human that he has felt in a very long time. An aged competitor that proved himself worthy. Effigy knows Shawn and the rest of the AXW guys in his corner we can pull through this massive match of men. My time with you is running out, computer. Perhaps we will meet again one day or in another life. Bye bye for now.
~May 24, 2018, ~
Effigy sits upon a ferry departing Ireland heading towards England. He sits near the rolling wheels on the stern of the ferry staring on in amazement as the water splashes and tumbles off the red paddles. The weather is quite overcast as a soft blanket of mist covers the sky on this dreary May day. Effigy is soaked from his exposure to the rain but he doesn’t seem to mind as he continues staring into the splashing water.
Upon landing in England Effigy seems to quickly find himself in a pub once more. The scruffy bartender appears to have been a former seaman. His scratchy voice asks Effigy what he’s having. He orders himself fish and chips to fill his empty grumbling stomach while he listens to a man play accordion in the corner of the pub. Effigy thinks to himself while the barkeep steps into the back to prepare his order. Was he really cut out for this Earthling style of wrestling? He seemed to put in far less effort than the other performers. He also seemed to be not as efficient in this style as he was on his home planet. If only the gravity here was not so weak he thought to himself. He looked down at his clenched fist… and like the gravity he was still weak… A chain is only as strong as its weakest link, would he be the weakest link in the chain that is team AXW? The plate of food would soon be sat down beside his closed hand a nice cold pint accompanying it. No more time for thought.
~May 31st~
Effigy is seen running on a treadmill at a moderate pace his sweaty latex suit sticking to his active body. Sweat rolls down his face as he huffs and puffs with arms moving in time with his frantic feet. His eyes stare off into the distance as he appears lost in his head. Members of AWF ran through his mind. Who where these mysterious men? Why were there so many of these “brands?” Earthling sports are so weird.
A man named Jackson Steele who carries around a belt of gold. Why not a belt of steel for this Man of Steel? I once knew of a man who called himself steel. I believe it was one Joseph Stalin, the Russian Man of Steel. I can always respect a man with upstanding communist beliefs so cheers Mr. Jackson Stalin. I will be sure to avoid the same fate that Trotsky suffered. The other four of your partners must also be fine upstanding communists. The United Communist Party of AWF, lead by Jackson Steele! A Dillinger, Storm, Angel, and a Young man. You have quite a cabinet of powerful men at your side.
From my research, a Dillinger is a “gangster” I’ve handled many a gangster in my day so I don’t see why I cannot make quick work of him even in this puny Earth form of mine. Storms? I’ve never been afraid of a storm. In fact, I’ve created a few in my days. Thunder and lightning were once at my beck and call. That will be the case once more at Xtraction: Blood Money. I will ride the lightning once more as I quell this storm. Angels. Their very existence has been a mystery to mortals for many a millennium. Higher beings such as myself know that they’re nothing more than humans with dainty delicate wings. I have torn the wings from the backs of those foul beasts as we fell from the heavens. I will not force that same fate upon you… but I might just clip them a little...Randy. And Damien Young. The Young man. Young man, since you are Young I will go easy on you. I do not wish to injure a youngling looking to enter the sport. Maybe one day you’ll even get to be Damien Old! I have lived many lives for many years, I hope that some of my vast knowledge may rub off on you while we spar!
In a few days my new allies Shawn Rossdale, Price, Curtis Kanyon, and The Anomoly from AXW will step into battle with me to take on this new enemy that is AWF. Such a shame we had to cross paths this way. Perhaps in another life, I can join this United Communist Party of AWF. But on June 3rd in Gloucestershire, England it will be AXW seizing the means of production.
Effigy’s pace on the treadmill as considerably increased as he is at a near sprint now. He begins to shout as he runs.
I MUST BE BETTER!
I MUST BE STRONGER!
I MUST BE FASTER!
SEIZE THE MEANS OF PRODUCTION!
I MUST BE THE STRONGEST LINK IN THE CHAIN!
I AM THE AMBASSADOR OF PAIN!
I AM EFFIGY!
