Post by The Nihilists on Oct 27, 2018 21:43:28 GMT -5
~The XHF Network feed goes to static and fades to black. We fade in this time at what looks to be a party. There are people in costumes all over the place. We circle the room and find a wolfman, a vampire, a Sans, and a bunch of wrestlers.~
Guy 1: Whoa man that’s a great Kota Ibushi costume!
Guy 2: Hey sweet Hulk Hogan outfit man!
Girl 1: Oh my gosh do you have cantaloupes down your shirt?
Guy 1: Hey I had to pull off Charlotte!
Girl 2: Who are you supposed to be?
Guy 4: I’m Dylan Viper!
Girl 3: Who? You look more like that Omega guy.
Guy: It beats the costumes those two are wearing. Who the heck are they anyway?
”Oh just your generic luchadors apparently, that’s what everyone keeps trying to say. We are not out to ruin your festivities. Though the guy dressed like Jeffrey Viper might …”
~The crowd moves back towards the dance floor and food table. The two men they were insulting turn out to be the Nihilists in their wrestling gear and they turn to the camera hidden within the costume of the cameraman who is Geoffrey the Giraffe.~
”It seems we have lit the fire in the Vipers my friend. They are promising to bring out the big guns and give us all we can handle. It is just like we wanted. A true challenge.”
”I don’t know … if Jeffrey Viper is powering up we have at least a week of filler before he’s a real threat. And it’s probably not even his final form.”
”Must be a transitional form. If that is the form he considers a gift then he better have kept the gift receipt. Returns better still be available or I’d take it up with customer service. Jeffrey … there is such a thing as too much exposure. You can ruin the mystique and uniqueness of something. Or you could show off too much and reveal that it is nothing anyone wanted in the first place. Still it is interesting that you chose this motif for your final appearance Jeffrey. It is fitting for the holiday we are approaching. All Hallows Eve. As you can see by the menagerie of crazy lifeforms surrounding us, it is a holiday where celebrations take place through the disguising of one’s self as another being. Children and adults alike play an elaborate game of dressup. Yes it is truly a fun time for all. But … there is more meaning behind this practice.”
”On the night of Halloween it is said that the dead can briefly walk this plane of existence once more. The gates between the realms of the living and the dead open up and those who are remembered may pass to interact with the living. So the act of dressing up is in a way, calling out to the spirits and hiding in plain sight among them. You dress up as something else to evade the negative spirits or dress to impress I suppose. The original reason for the costumes was all for the benefit of those returning from beyond the grave to see their loved ones. Now it seems to have devolved into an act meant to give a reason for people to pretend to be something they are not. It offers a little insight into their minds and who they wish they could be, or how they wish they could be. But the original practice was lost in a storm of capitalism and appropriation. It is really quite sad that an act meant to show devotion has become something for kids to giggle at or get a cheap spook from.”
”But this opens the door for another question. If the arena we are at is supposedly haunted, and the doorway between worlds is thrown open on Halloween. Then what happens in a place where the door was already ajar going in while a major event is there to entertain the spirits? Why to a person who believes, it must be a perfect storm of terror. Surely this is what the XHF executives were aiming for when they created this event at this time, in this place. All kinds of mischief is said to happen at this haunted arena especially near Halloween. It’s quite exhilarating. During this time of the year the realm of the dead supposedly has no power. Spirits are free to return to the home they once had when they were alive. Free to communicate and interact with the living. Free to do all kinds of damage to the people of the world they invade. And make no mistake it is an invasion. They come back here and take up space in a world they no longer belong in. They cry out to be one of the living one more time, to trade places with those who still walk in the light.”
”Like you, walking in the world of the champions. You Vipers standing here interacting with people who have a purpose. Standing in the way of the rise of the most dominant tag team in XHF today. Like a risen corpse or a returned spirit you linger in the realms of the tag team annihilator and take up space and resources that better teams could be using. You stain the face of the XHF with your bawdy antics, your inept commentary, and your desire to be recognized for achievements you haven’t reached yet. You demand respect but you haven’t earned it yet. You have taken steps for sure, returning to the realms of relevance and even impressing a few brief moments within this chaotic tournament. But you do not belong on our level. You do not need this the way we do. You simply want the fame and the adoration. You, like the spirits who walk back to this realm on Halloween … wish to be remembered. You want to be seen as the pinnacle of the sport and for the first time you are putting in the effort. And are we supposed to reward this attitude? Put in some effort and now you deserve a hand out award? You were languishing in AWF Jeffrey. Dylan’s abilities sat wasted and rusty in AXW waiting for something to happen. You stepped back into this realm of tag team success after being dead to the world for so long and now you wish to trade places and get back the career you never had to begin with.”
”Not at our expense Vipers. You will not lay claim to the coronation that is rightfully ours. We have earned our keep and poured our blood, sweat and tears into every match to lay claim to the tag team titles and we will not have our moment of coronation stolen by a few wandering corpses. You see the stories they tell … the hauntings, the ghost sightings, the returning wraiths … are all just stories. They do not exist.”
~A transparent figure begins to fade into view behind the two men. A few people at the party seem to notice and take heed as they give a wide berth to the large Celtic looking man with a battle axe who is stepping closer to the Nihilists as he fades into view.~
”These stories presuppose that you believe in some afterlife, some form of spirit which resides within us and carries on when we shed this mortal coil. They prey on people’s beliefs and fears, draining the lifeblood of these folks like some kind of leech … or vampire if you wish. But if you don’t see this as fact it becomes much harder to be tricked into believing the stories told to scare children into behaving. Stories meant to bring an entertaining sweat to the foreheads of adrenaline junkies. It is simply an impossibility for these ghouls to exist. They cannot walk among us because there is no place to return from. There is no separate realm when the end comes. There is only the icy embrace of the abyss. Like a black hole, there is no returning from the black void. It is a one way trip we are all making at every moment.”
”What a folly to believe that the emptiness would ever allow those who it has called to itself to walk free once more. Once you embrace the emptiness there is no returning to the state you once were. Like in Our Town, a powerful play, you will find you are not the same being you once were. There is no individuality in the void, there is no unity, there is no … thing. The void is just that, a lack of existence. And we are not foolish enough to traffic in fairy tales and bed time stories. Halloween is just another day. Another piece of time you will live through and never get back as you slowly approach the void. So tomorrow evening, be wary of your senses. You are not seeing ghosts, you are not seeing phantoms. You are seeing the most technically sound, gifted tag team still in existence. And you are witnessing them bring annihilation to the walking phantoms that are Team Viper. Hauntings are in the mind gentlemen. And what you don’t fear from the beyond? Cannot hurt you. And really … in the end … what is there really to fear anyway … except maybe your own mortality … and failure. A fear that unlike the ghosts and ghouls … will actually manifest when our hands are held high as you struggle inside a potato sack. Gasping for air, trying in vain to hold off the oncoming delirium and darkness.”
~They turn around and stare at the now solid figure of the Celtic warlord behind them. He lifts his axe. They turn their heads back to the camera~
”Looks like the hauntings have come to town. Must mean that we are close. To the end of days. Are you ready to embrace it?”
~They turn their heads and walk forward passing right through the warlord who swings his axe in front of the camera and fades into nothing. We see the Nihilists leaving the party and the scene fades to black, then static, and finally the network feed restores itself.~
Guy 1: Whoa man that’s a great Kota Ibushi costume!
Guy 2: Hey sweet Hulk Hogan outfit man!
Girl 1: Oh my gosh do you have cantaloupes down your shirt?
Guy 1: Hey I had to pull off Charlotte!
Girl 2: Who are you supposed to be?
Guy 4: I’m Dylan Viper!
Girl 3: Who? You look more like that Omega guy.
Guy: It beats the costumes those two are wearing. Who the heck are they anyway?
”Oh just your generic luchadors apparently, that’s what everyone keeps trying to say. We are not out to ruin your festivities. Though the guy dressed like Jeffrey Viper might …”
~The crowd moves back towards the dance floor and food table. The two men they were insulting turn out to be the Nihilists in their wrestling gear and they turn to the camera hidden within the costume of the cameraman who is Geoffrey the Giraffe.~
”It seems we have lit the fire in the Vipers my friend. They are promising to bring out the big guns and give us all we can handle. It is just like we wanted. A true challenge.”
”I don’t know … if Jeffrey Viper is powering up we have at least a week of filler before he’s a real threat. And it’s probably not even his final form.”
”Must be a transitional form. If that is the form he considers a gift then he better have kept the gift receipt. Returns better still be available or I’d take it up with customer service. Jeffrey … there is such a thing as too much exposure. You can ruin the mystique and uniqueness of something. Or you could show off too much and reveal that it is nothing anyone wanted in the first place. Still it is interesting that you chose this motif for your final appearance Jeffrey. It is fitting for the holiday we are approaching. All Hallows Eve. As you can see by the menagerie of crazy lifeforms surrounding us, it is a holiday where celebrations take place through the disguising of one’s self as another being. Children and adults alike play an elaborate game of dressup. Yes it is truly a fun time for all. But … there is more meaning behind this practice.”
”On the night of Halloween it is said that the dead can briefly walk this plane of existence once more. The gates between the realms of the living and the dead open up and those who are remembered may pass to interact with the living. So the act of dressing up is in a way, calling out to the spirits and hiding in plain sight among them. You dress up as something else to evade the negative spirits or dress to impress I suppose. The original reason for the costumes was all for the benefit of those returning from beyond the grave to see their loved ones. Now it seems to have devolved into an act meant to give a reason for people to pretend to be something they are not. It offers a little insight into their minds and who they wish they could be, or how they wish they could be. But the original practice was lost in a storm of capitalism and appropriation. It is really quite sad that an act meant to show devotion has become something for kids to giggle at or get a cheap spook from.”
”But this opens the door for another question. If the arena we are at is supposedly haunted, and the doorway between worlds is thrown open on Halloween. Then what happens in a place where the door was already ajar going in while a major event is there to entertain the spirits? Why to a person who believes, it must be a perfect storm of terror. Surely this is what the XHF executives were aiming for when they created this event at this time, in this place. All kinds of mischief is said to happen at this haunted arena especially near Halloween. It’s quite exhilarating. During this time of the year the realm of the dead supposedly has no power. Spirits are free to return to the home they once had when they were alive. Free to communicate and interact with the living. Free to do all kinds of damage to the people of the world they invade. And make no mistake it is an invasion. They come back here and take up space in a world they no longer belong in. They cry out to be one of the living one more time, to trade places with those who still walk in the light.”
”Like you, walking in the world of the champions. You Vipers standing here interacting with people who have a purpose. Standing in the way of the rise of the most dominant tag team in XHF today. Like a risen corpse or a returned spirit you linger in the realms of the tag team annihilator and take up space and resources that better teams could be using. You stain the face of the XHF with your bawdy antics, your inept commentary, and your desire to be recognized for achievements you haven’t reached yet. You demand respect but you haven’t earned it yet. You have taken steps for sure, returning to the realms of relevance and even impressing a few brief moments within this chaotic tournament. But you do not belong on our level. You do not need this the way we do. You simply want the fame and the adoration. You, like the spirits who walk back to this realm on Halloween … wish to be remembered. You want to be seen as the pinnacle of the sport and for the first time you are putting in the effort. And are we supposed to reward this attitude? Put in some effort and now you deserve a hand out award? You were languishing in AWF Jeffrey. Dylan’s abilities sat wasted and rusty in AXW waiting for something to happen. You stepped back into this realm of tag team success after being dead to the world for so long and now you wish to trade places and get back the career you never had to begin with.”
”Not at our expense Vipers. You will not lay claim to the coronation that is rightfully ours. We have earned our keep and poured our blood, sweat and tears into every match to lay claim to the tag team titles and we will not have our moment of coronation stolen by a few wandering corpses. You see the stories they tell … the hauntings, the ghost sightings, the returning wraiths … are all just stories. They do not exist.”
~A transparent figure begins to fade into view behind the two men. A few people at the party seem to notice and take heed as they give a wide berth to the large Celtic looking man with a battle axe who is stepping closer to the Nihilists as he fades into view.~
”These stories presuppose that you believe in some afterlife, some form of spirit which resides within us and carries on when we shed this mortal coil. They prey on people’s beliefs and fears, draining the lifeblood of these folks like some kind of leech … or vampire if you wish. But if you don’t see this as fact it becomes much harder to be tricked into believing the stories told to scare children into behaving. Stories meant to bring an entertaining sweat to the foreheads of adrenaline junkies. It is simply an impossibility for these ghouls to exist. They cannot walk among us because there is no place to return from. There is no separate realm when the end comes. There is only the icy embrace of the abyss. Like a black hole, there is no returning from the black void. It is a one way trip we are all making at every moment.”
”What a folly to believe that the emptiness would ever allow those who it has called to itself to walk free once more. Once you embrace the emptiness there is no returning to the state you once were. Like in Our Town, a powerful play, you will find you are not the same being you once were. There is no individuality in the void, there is no unity, there is no … thing. The void is just that, a lack of existence. And we are not foolish enough to traffic in fairy tales and bed time stories. Halloween is just another day. Another piece of time you will live through and never get back as you slowly approach the void. So tomorrow evening, be wary of your senses. You are not seeing ghosts, you are not seeing phantoms. You are seeing the most technically sound, gifted tag team still in existence. And you are witnessing them bring annihilation to the walking phantoms that are Team Viper. Hauntings are in the mind gentlemen. And what you don’t fear from the beyond? Cannot hurt you. And really … in the end … what is there really to fear anyway … except maybe your own mortality … and failure. A fear that unlike the ghosts and ghouls … will actually manifest when our hands are held high as you struggle inside a potato sack. Gasping for air, trying in vain to hold off the oncoming delirium and darkness.”
~They turn around and stare at the now solid figure of the Celtic warlord behind them. He lifts his axe. They turn their heads back to the camera~
”Looks like the hauntings have come to town. Must mean that we are close. To the end of days. Are you ready to embrace it?”
~They turn their heads and walk forward passing right through the warlord who swings his axe in front of the camera and fades into nothing. We see the Nihilists leaving the party and the scene fades to black, then static, and finally the network feed restores itself.~
