Post by Eno Redrum on Mar 14, 2010 3:22:05 GMT -5
Falling...
Falling into darkness...
It feels like I have been falling for days,with no end.
I land gently on my back, finally an end. Where am I?
It's to dark to see, but I hear something off in the near distance. A "caw." A crow lands gently on my shoulder. Some say that they help lost spirits find the path to the afterlife.
Now I understand where I am, and a shiver runs down my spine.
The crow, watch keeper of the fallen, starts to fly away.
"Wait for me!", I yell in a frightened and paniced state. I follow the crow for what seemed miles. The crow, my only source of life that holds off my fear of being alone.
"Caw! Caw!", the crow finally lands. Out of breath, panting, I finally catch my breath. It stopped in front of a large door.
How is something could something like this be in a pitch black world? It opens and I peek inside. It reminds me of a giant Gothic castle, where great masquerade balls are held and only the wealthy attended. I grab the handle and slowly open the door, what did I have to loose? Walking inside I see a room with a dazzling ivory floor and giant onyx walls. Stairs of granite lead to an alter with a throne of skull and bones. It finally draws me in. This is the lair of death itself.
“Oh, your early, and I was just finishing up.”
The voice of death? My heart beats faster and faster. I can only imagine his grim appearance. The stories of writers and poets of the world explain his appearance as a skeletal figure, in a black hooded robe, wielding a sickle meant to reap life itself. I can only imagine the look on their faces if they could see what I had with their own eyes.
And there was death.
I couldn’t stop shaking, but I saw a figure not as I imagined.
All the grim stories of death had been fiction all along.
Standing before me was not a specter with a life reaping sickle, but a beautiful woman.
She had pale skin like the moon and long swaying black hair. Eyes of ocean blue and crimson lips, painted in blood.
What caught my attention most was her dress. Black in color, shimmering in the candle light, like spider silk.
The most beautiful woman I have ever seen was the same one that struck fear into the hearts of mortals.
“What's wrong, you act like you,ve never seen a lady before?” she said as she descended her thrown with a childish giggle.
I started to shake, but couldn't decide if it was from fear or being lovestruck.
"Lovestruck?" I thought.
She stikes fear in the hearts of men everyday and all I can do is marvel at her beauty.
I started rambling with questions, unable to make a single sentence.
”How did I...
Where am...
But you are...” Nothing I tried to say would come out in a complete form as my tongue became entangled with my every word.
She slowly walked up to me and pressed her finger against my lips in a motion to silence me. Then she spoke. “Hey, hey, slow down! Every time a new one walks through that door... ugh, never mind. Why don't we talk over a drink?”
"A drink?" I thought to myself. Well, I guess it would calm my nerves.
I was handed on onyx goblet with the freshest smelling wine, and then she raised her glass and beckoned for me to do the same. “A toast, to new friends and a clear head. Cheers!”
I only took a sip, but she finished the whole goblet, and licked the remains from her crimson lips. “Ahh, ya know, I don't get visitors very often.”
What did she mean? Was I supposed to be here?
“Sometimes poor souls like you get lost on their way to sleep, and get very...er...lets go with emotional. Then they cant sleep at all, so i throw them a “pick-me-up-party!”
"A party," I thought to myself again as I continued to stare at this dark beauty with wanting eyes.
Slowly I began to feel sleep take hold of me as I yawned and my eyes grew heavy.
”Looks like its time for you to go. Oh well, i enjoyed your company.” she said as she slowly approached with her arms spread out.
What was she doing? Why is she coming near me? Wrapping her arms around me in a hug?
But as her arms wrapped around me I began to feel at ease. Like a child in their mother's arms.
Softly she kiss my forehead and I fell further into a state of relaxation and security. I state of being I have never felt before.
“Time for bed, my sweet,” she softly whispers as my body goes limp.
My eyes now heavy with sleep.
I think i will rest for a while...
Enemies surround me from every direction.
Krenshaw and his group stand in front of me.
Filipe attacks from my side.
Somewhere in the shadows I am sure Kingpin lies in wait.
And now from behind comes a new foe.
Ali Khadafi.
When will it ever end? Does the sneak attacks and underhanded tricks ever fade away?
That's a foolish question Eno. One you already know the answer to.
It will never end.
It will never cease.
As long as wrestling has been around, people have risen to the top by hook or crook and the TWD is full of some of the best at it.
But that seems to be the way it is in life, no matter what your profession of choice is. There is always someone that will cheat their way to the top or try to use you as a stepping stone.
There is always someone to try and stamp out those doing the work of the righteous.
Still, I will show honor and respect to my enemies. I will grant this to you this one time Khadafi.
"Ashhadu an la ilaha illa Allah. Ashadu anna Muhammadan Rasool Allah. Hayya 'ala-s-Salah. Allahu Akbar. La ilaha illa Allah. As-salatu Khayrun Minan-nawm."
Now I have paid my respects to my enemy. Rest assured that when we meet, and we will meet, I will not be so honorable.
Now on to current matters at hand.
This week I face off against Krunch and this never poses itself as an easy task.
As a matter of fact, this week and next, Krunch and I will be in the ring against one another so consider this match a prelude to the one coming up where Saber and I will take on Krunch and Krenshaw.
Krunch, for the most part we have stayed out of each other's way, but at Supercard III we gave the fans their money's worth. You and I on the outside of the ring while Saber and Krenshaw did battled inside the ring.
This week should be nothing less than spectacular. Just know I will have my back covered just in case you get any bright ideas to turn the tables in your favor.
Yes, Saber has my back.
Yes BlackSmith has my back.
And I may just have one more surprise for you a little on down the line. But we will save that for another time.
See some say it is time for me to hang it all up, that I have had my moment in the spotlight and I am past my prime. Yet, I still feel that deep down I have more to give this sport. To leave it in better shape than it was when I first started out.
To give back to the sport that has given so much to me.
To give to those in the locker room just starting out.
To the fans.
To the announcers and the refs.
To absolutely ANYONE whose life crosses paths at some point with this profession.
And I have yet to do that, so my time here is not yet done. My work is not complete.
It is time for me to rise to the top one last time and shine as a beacon for the entire wrestling world to see. To light the paths that will lead us back to the purity of the sport.
Two men facing off in a battle of brute strength and sheer cunning.
Not what we have today. A shady business where only the shiftiest survive and rise to the top.
Marcus once told me that I could shit in one hand and hope in the other and then get back to him and tell him which one filled up the quickest. Which one produced more substance.
My reply to Marcus was simple. I told him he could take hope and stick it because hope was nothing more than a tool the Devil uses to toy with us.
Instead I decide to stand on faith for faith has substance. And I do have faith that one day I will achieve my goal.
And that goal continues with you Krunch. With your defeat and placing myself one step closer to Krenshaw and holding that TWD Championship once again.
Until then I will not rest.
I will not stop.
Not until. . . . . . .
Well, I am sure you have heard this rant before and can fill in the blanks.
Shalom![/b]
Falling into darkness...
It feels like I have been falling for days,with no end.
I land gently on my back, finally an end. Where am I?
It's to dark to see, but I hear something off in the near distance. A "caw." A crow lands gently on my shoulder. Some say that they help lost spirits find the path to the afterlife.
Now I understand where I am, and a shiver runs down my spine.
The crow, watch keeper of the fallen, starts to fly away.
"Wait for me!", I yell in a frightened and paniced state. I follow the crow for what seemed miles. The crow, my only source of life that holds off my fear of being alone.
"Caw! Caw!", the crow finally lands. Out of breath, panting, I finally catch my breath. It stopped in front of a large door.
How is something could something like this be in a pitch black world? It opens and I peek inside. It reminds me of a giant Gothic castle, where great masquerade balls are held and only the wealthy attended. I grab the handle and slowly open the door, what did I have to loose? Walking inside I see a room with a dazzling ivory floor and giant onyx walls. Stairs of granite lead to an alter with a throne of skull and bones. It finally draws me in. This is the lair of death itself.
“Oh, your early, and I was just finishing up.”
The voice of death? My heart beats faster and faster. I can only imagine his grim appearance. The stories of writers and poets of the world explain his appearance as a skeletal figure, in a black hooded robe, wielding a sickle meant to reap life itself. I can only imagine the look on their faces if they could see what I had with their own eyes.
And there was death.
I couldn’t stop shaking, but I saw a figure not as I imagined.
All the grim stories of death had been fiction all along.
Standing before me was not a specter with a life reaping sickle, but a beautiful woman.
She had pale skin like the moon and long swaying black hair. Eyes of ocean blue and crimson lips, painted in blood.
What caught my attention most was her dress. Black in color, shimmering in the candle light, like spider silk.
The most beautiful woman I have ever seen was the same one that struck fear into the hearts of mortals.
“What's wrong, you act like you,ve never seen a lady before?” she said as she descended her thrown with a childish giggle.
I started to shake, but couldn't decide if it was from fear or being lovestruck.
"Lovestruck?" I thought.
She stikes fear in the hearts of men everyday and all I can do is marvel at her beauty.
I started rambling with questions, unable to make a single sentence.
”How did I...
Where am...
But you are...” Nothing I tried to say would come out in a complete form as my tongue became entangled with my every word.
She slowly walked up to me and pressed her finger against my lips in a motion to silence me. Then she spoke. “Hey, hey, slow down! Every time a new one walks through that door... ugh, never mind. Why don't we talk over a drink?”
"A drink?" I thought to myself. Well, I guess it would calm my nerves.
I was handed on onyx goblet with the freshest smelling wine, and then she raised her glass and beckoned for me to do the same. “A toast, to new friends and a clear head. Cheers!”
I only took a sip, but she finished the whole goblet, and licked the remains from her crimson lips. “Ahh, ya know, I don't get visitors very often.”
What did she mean? Was I supposed to be here?
“Sometimes poor souls like you get lost on their way to sleep, and get very...er...lets go with emotional. Then they cant sleep at all, so i throw them a “pick-me-up-party!”
"A party," I thought to myself again as I continued to stare at this dark beauty with wanting eyes.
Slowly I began to feel sleep take hold of me as I yawned and my eyes grew heavy.
”Looks like its time for you to go. Oh well, i enjoyed your company.” she said as she slowly approached with her arms spread out.
What was she doing? Why is she coming near me? Wrapping her arms around me in a hug?
But as her arms wrapped around me I began to feel at ease. Like a child in their mother's arms.
Softly she kiss my forehead and I fell further into a state of relaxation and security. I state of being I have never felt before.
“Time for bed, my sweet,” she softly whispers as my body goes limp.
My eyes now heavy with sleep.
I think i will rest for a while...
Enemies surround me from every direction.
Krenshaw and his group stand in front of me.
Filipe attacks from my side.
Somewhere in the shadows I am sure Kingpin lies in wait.
And now from behind comes a new foe.
Ali Khadafi.
When will it ever end? Does the sneak attacks and underhanded tricks ever fade away?
That's a foolish question Eno. One you already know the answer to.
It will never end.
It will never cease.
As long as wrestling has been around, people have risen to the top by hook or crook and the TWD is full of some of the best at it.
But that seems to be the way it is in life, no matter what your profession of choice is. There is always someone that will cheat their way to the top or try to use you as a stepping stone.
There is always someone to try and stamp out those doing the work of the righteous.
Still, I will show honor and respect to my enemies. I will grant this to you this one time Khadafi.
"Ashhadu an la ilaha illa Allah. Ashadu anna Muhammadan Rasool Allah. Hayya 'ala-s-Salah. Allahu Akbar. La ilaha illa Allah. As-salatu Khayrun Minan-nawm."
Now I have paid my respects to my enemy. Rest assured that when we meet, and we will meet, I will not be so honorable.
Now on to current matters at hand.
This week I face off against Krunch and this never poses itself as an easy task.
As a matter of fact, this week and next, Krunch and I will be in the ring against one another so consider this match a prelude to the one coming up where Saber and I will take on Krunch and Krenshaw.
Krunch, for the most part we have stayed out of each other's way, but at Supercard III we gave the fans their money's worth. You and I on the outside of the ring while Saber and Krenshaw did battled inside the ring.
This week should be nothing less than spectacular. Just know I will have my back covered just in case you get any bright ideas to turn the tables in your favor.
Yes, Saber has my back.
Yes BlackSmith has my back.
And I may just have one more surprise for you a little on down the line. But we will save that for another time.
See some say it is time for me to hang it all up, that I have had my moment in the spotlight and I am past my prime. Yet, I still feel that deep down I have more to give this sport. To leave it in better shape than it was when I first started out.
To give back to the sport that has given so much to me.
To give to those in the locker room just starting out.
To the fans.
To the announcers and the refs.
To absolutely ANYONE whose life crosses paths at some point with this profession.
And I have yet to do that, so my time here is not yet done. My work is not complete.
It is time for me to rise to the top one last time and shine as a beacon for the entire wrestling world to see. To light the paths that will lead us back to the purity of the sport.
Two men facing off in a battle of brute strength and sheer cunning.
Not what we have today. A shady business where only the shiftiest survive and rise to the top.
Marcus once told me that I could shit in one hand and hope in the other and then get back to him and tell him which one filled up the quickest. Which one produced more substance.
My reply to Marcus was simple. I told him he could take hope and stick it because hope was nothing more than a tool the Devil uses to toy with us.
Instead I decide to stand on faith for faith has substance. And I do have faith that one day I will achieve my goal.
And that goal continues with you Krunch. With your defeat and placing myself one step closer to Krenshaw and holding that TWD Championship once again.
Until then I will not rest.
I will not stop.
Not until. . . . . . .
Well, I am sure you have heard this rant before and can fill in the blanks.
Shalom![/b]
