Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2018 10:47:20 GMT -8
// Interior. Dim lighting reveals bare concrete walls around the sides, but further inside this chamber is darkness. Planted to stage right is a war banner, the field black lined in red, with a red-and-black sigil standing out. Hanging from chains overhead are a variety of championship belts. Most bare logos for obscure European federations, none of which anyone is expected to know. But hanging from the cross-piece of the war banner are two that bear the logo of eWo--the Epic Wrestling Organization. //
// From stage left steps a man in a strange white mask. He turns to the darkness behind him and bows to it, before facing the camera. The Herald of Destruction steeples his fingers as he speaks. //
// The Herald bows his head and steps back out of frame. A shape begins to resolve itself from the darkness. A death's-head beneath a mask like an executioner's hood. A giant of a man. A monster. A force of nature itself. The Destroyer speaks, barely visible in the gloom. His voice booms, heavy and ominous. //
// He steps into the light, and slung across one broad shoulder are the old PANGAEA Grand Championship and eWo World Championship belts. He removes these and holds them out, as the Herald re-emerges and takes them, hanging them from two more chains before raising them into the shadows above. The Herald withdraws again as Olethros wraps one massive fist around an empty chain. //
// Smash cut to black. //
// From stage left steps a man in a strange white mask. He turns to the darkness behind him and bows to it, before facing the camera. The Herald of Destruction steeples his fingers as he speaks. //
Eventually, we are told, all things must come to an end,
Lest they strangle young life and poison the fresh blood.
Yet some things still strive in vain against that end.
Soon enough, they choke and gasp and it comes anyway.
It seems that now, an ending has come upon this kingdom.
Unfortunate as it is, there is no stopping it, it is inevitable,
Manifested in the Destroyer Incarnate-- Olethros.
// The Herald bows his head and steps back out of frame. A shape begins to resolve itself from the darkness. A death's-head beneath a mask like an executioner's hood. A giant of a man. A monster. A force of nature itself. The Destroyer speaks, barely visible in the gloom. His voice booms, heavy and ominous. //
AGAIN AND AGAIN, I HAVE WALKED FORTH AND LAID WASTE. AGAIN AND AGAIN, MERE MORTALS STRIVE TO STOP ME. AGAIN AND AGAIN, THEY HAVE FAILED.
FROM THE PRIMORDIAL WRETCHES THAT WALKED PANGAEA TO THE CABAL THAT SOUGHT TO BECOME EPIC, THE BEST AND BRIGHTEST AMONG YOU HAVE FALLEN BEFORE ME.
// He steps into the light, and slung across one broad shoulder are the old PANGAEA Grand Championship and eWo World Championship belts. He removes these and holds them out, as the Herald re-emerges and takes them, hanging them from two more chains before raising them into the shadows above. The Herald withdraws again as Olethros wraps one massive fist around an empty chain. //
IT WAS ONLY NATURAL THAT MY PATH WOULD BRING ME HERE, TO THESE SO-CALLED "ELYSIAN FIELDS."
SOON THEY TOO WILL BURN IN THE LIGHT OF MY UNSTOPPABLE LITANY:
CRUSH. KILL. DESTROY!
// Smash cut to black. //
