Post by Andrew Savage on Jun 24, 2012 23:53:14 GMT -6
*Throughout the history of mankind there was only two men that step out to become the Gods that they are now. It seems almost comical, looking at the rest... as they must seem like mere ants to the two gods, wouldn't you think? Looking up at us like angry children... they are to them as the flies are to us; buzzing annoyances whom we keep alive to maintain balance, for without balance, it is said that chaos will reign. Of course, that is what has happen to one of the Gods.*
*Today, begins much like many stories end... with a final confrontation. A wasteland of death and decay surrounding the two warriors, who find themselves locked in an eternal stalemate. However...you will soon find that eternity is not quite as long as you might think, and stalemates, though perhaps demanded by the gods themselves, always have the opportunity to be broken. It only takes a spark, a mere flinch, a change in direction... to alter the course of history itself. And trust me...history surely will be altered on this day when Chaos Will Reign supreme forever.*
*Silence.*
*Silence surrounded the scene of chaos and untold bloodshed. Mythology might claim that the city streets echoed with the screams of the damned, the wails of the departed... but it was in fact silence which reigned supreme in those streets. Dust was clinging to every solid object it could find, only adding to the disheveled appearance of the already withering town, and the stench of death and decay was all around. Truly, it was a wonder that there were still some there amongst the chaos... holding out through the scene of destruction. However, that wonder should quickly fade: for those who remained were only two, and those two were the ones who had caused it all. Countless bodies, littering the streets... and neither seemed to discriminate in their bloodshed. Those two men stood like statues locked in an eternal gaze of death, one eye focused on the man before them... and the other eye covered by the blood that runs from there head. The two men were breathing heavily, and their clothes were tattered and stained with blood; yet... it all seemed so strange to them. For all the death they had caused-- the broken bodies and shattered dreams-- they seemed so very reluctant to cause any more. Perhaps, however... it was because of who they were.*
*The first of the two men stood smaller than the other, his features hardened from the wars he had fought through. His gaze, if it were not so filled with fear and confusion, would perhaps show the tenderness of the hardened warrior's heart, and the loyalty he held to the very man who was staring him down. This man...he seemed to emit a soft glow about him--perhaps an aura, if you will--that seemed to touch the broken bodies of the fallen and let them be at peace. The second of the two men, on the other hand, was a taller build. His features, unlike the first, were not hardened from wars...but there remained the babyface of a newly recruited rookie, still young and unexperienced. His gaze was also filled with fear and confusion, yet there was a stronger sense of confidence flowing from the man's core... as though it were only natural for him to expect the best. The second man seemed to emit an aura as well, though his was smaller, darker... and to the fallen who were touched by it, their very skin seemed to crawl, as though it were trying to escape his darkness.*
*Perhaps it was out of fear, or perhaps out of respect. Perhaps both, it seemed to matter not to the second man.*
*There were no words exchanged between the two standing statues, for there were no words necessarily. The world of chaos surrounding them had been built over years and years of struggle, and there were even bodies lying about that might seem... unfamiliar, to those regular to the broken town. It would be expected, however... for there were so many who had fallen victim to these men, and their spirits seemed inclined to follow them to their deaths. Therefore, on this day... there stood the two men. Their eyes, locked in place as though carved in stone. Their mouths forming frowns not of anger, nor of hate... but of, perhaps, disappointment.*
*Finally, a sound breaks through the silence. A raven cries out from the rooftops, it midnight eyes seeming to plead silently with the statues to stop the chaos. The raven...a symbol of death among men, and it too was overwhelmed by the sights before its eyes.*
*A stale wind blew through the town, and with it carried a stench of death stronger then there was before. Again, the raven cries...not for pleading, but for fear of its own life. The air itself seemed to choke all life who breathed it, and finally the fluttering of wings marked the raven's departure. It was, perhaps, a sign from the heavens... destiny was finally taking place before the world's eyes, yet none could bear it witness. None shall see it, none shall feel it, and none shall hear it. Yet the ungodly smell of death... yes. Perhaps, the world may indeed be allowed to have their nostrils filled with it.*
*Muscles forced to stay tense cry out for salvation, yet neither man's arm seems willing to tremble. Their eyes, filled with tears born from either the situation at hand or the stench of their works left behind them. To think, long ago... these men had been so close, so very loyal to each other... that they would follow the other to the death. One, it seemed, could not live without the other... and yet here they were. And though neither wished for it, they were ready to kill.*
*The bodies of the fallen seemed to cry out for both to pull their respective triggers, their bloodlust from beyond unquenched and their eyes focused on the scene, waiting to see the day that they may finally be at rest. Yet even their restless spirits seemed to be at odds with one another... for each one only wished to see the one who'd slain them fallen before his enemy's feet. Yes, it seemed... even the realm of spirits was torn in conflict over theirs. So many fallen at both their hands... it only seemed appropriate, now, that one would have to fall to the other.*
Savage: Tell me...I want you to tell me something.
*There came no reply. The second man stared at the first with unwavering eyes, unflinching fingers... he would not put down his guard. In the times of old, this would be the first man's sign that all would be okay... to start a conversation in such a dire situation, it was clear that he only wished for the pain to fade away. Yet here it was, and here they were... their fingers still on the trigger, and their sights still aimed for the other's head.*
Savage: You...have tried to kill so very many people... and all without hesitation. You did... did what you thought you had to. No mercy... no regrets.
*The second man remained silent, yet a twitch in his eye revealed the words were getting through. Perhaps, indeed... these men were more than statues. They stood strong before one another, yet broken from the inside; and while one was ready to speak his mind... the other stayed proud, stayed strong, stayed true to who he was. Where one man stood determined in his sincerity, the other man stood firm in his hope for survival. Finally, he spoke again... as the screams of the fallen to see the end of it all continued to go unheard, or, perhaps, simply heard without care.*
Savage: How many fingers... are on this trigger? Too many...too many stand here with me.
*And still, just as many stood with the other.*
Savage: All of them...they all stand here with us. Every...every last one.
*Every last one... from the end of all things, to the start of it all.*
Savage: Why... why do you ask me this?
*The second man croaked hoarsely, the first sign of humanity now escaping his body in the form of a shiver down his arm, his aim faltering ever so slightly. The first man could have taken advantage of this... but instead, he remained still.*
Savage: I ask... because--
Savage: You ask because you wish to see me fail! Oh, where did we go wrong...
*Indeed... to look upon the scene of death and destruction which surrounded them, one would only imagine that something had gone horribly, horribly wrong. Yet it was legend that said the gods knew that this would happen, yet did nothing to stop it and, instead, did everything to fuel it forward. An entire town, levelled in their wake... and how many more in distant lands looked the same? So many... too many, too many deaths to weigh on the hearts of both men.*
*The sound of laughter... an echo from the past. Both men could only close their eyes and remember that sound, a sound shared among friends of old. The time of shadows returned to them, a time when they were younger... so innocent and carefree. Was it so difficult for the gods to give them one last chance? To return to the days of old... to stop the horrible things from happening? If only something different were to happen... the peace and happiness that could sprout from it would be told in tales by man for all time.*
*Yet... not all stories have a happy ending, do they? For if that were possible... perhaps there would not be two strong men, staring into two sets of fearful eyes hidden behind closed lids. Behind those lids played memories of the past, both fond and ill-remembered, yet all so very appreciated at a time such as now. Again, the sound of laughter plays... but not among friends this time, and instead among their loves. Goddesses by all rights, yet held to earthly forms... neither man chose to look at their loves as anything less than modern day goddesses, sent to bring them the happiness they longed for. The acceptance they needed, and the families they yearned to have.*
*For a moment, the first man begins to lower his gun... caught up in the memories of a time so much greater than the one he faced now. However, his arm locked into place, refusing to go down further... and when the man opened his eyes, the second man stared back at him.*
*He, too, could have taken the shot... but instead, he remained still.*
Savage: I... suppose that, perhaps, now is... as good a time as any.
*Yet the past was not yet done with either man, as even with their eyes opened and looking into each other's own... memories still played like film reels across their vision. The days of old, shared between themselves... the bond of friendship built up over time. For ages, these two had stood by each other's side... and now, they may die before each other's feet. This was a realization that neither man seemed to see fair, yet both had realized long ago that it was, in the end, neccesary.*
Savage: Oh, but why couldn't you have been someone else... why did it have to... have to be you?!
*Because without a friend to guide him... all would have been lost. For either to succeed... they must both stand as equals and on the same page, without hate nor spite held between the two of them. Perhaps a rivalry... no, almost certainly a rivalry, for sometimes it is healthy among friends. A rivalry to push the both of them forward... to prepare them for the day when their world would crumble down; and though both were born to be the other's executioner... they were also the other's guardian angel all along.*
Savage: It's... it's time. All of their deaths... all the fighting through the years... this is the end, you know? It's... it's finally going to be over.
*All of the laughter, all the joy throughout the years...yes, this is the end. The end of all that was good and all that is bad... the end is the end, no matter what the circumstances may be. Perfection takes forever to obtain, but only a split second to lose. Contrary to popular belief...eternity doesn't always last forever. Some things were just too good to stay true...you know?*
Savage: You ready Brother?
*The whisper came from of one of the two, as their courage began to build inside of them.*
Savage: Ready as I'll ever be Brother...
*The silence set in for the final time. No breeze to blow the foul stench of death forward, no ravens to cry out for an ending, no more restless spirits begging for closure. The world... for so long, the world saw these men in their eyes, yet now they were blinded from them, denied to enter into what had effectively became their moment, and their moment alone. There were no other fingers on their triggers this time... only they stood between each other's destiny. Only one could survive.*
Savage: It's been a hell of a ride...
Savage: I agree... thank you for everything.
Savage: Not a problem, my Brother...not a problem at all.
*Bang.*
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Voice: ...am I dead? No, not dead... I'm not dead... I... I'm lost... it's dark again, why? Why is it dark again... why is it so dark again? Oh, God... why did we have to shoot each other?! Where... where is the justice in that? We did nothing but good, for everyone! We only wished for the best... why have they turned us against each other?! Why?! I don't... I don't know what to feel anymore! Gods, why has this happened?! Where did we go wrong... they told us it had to be! Did they lie to us?! Did all those people... did they fall for nothing?
*This was our destiny... we were told that, so it must be true, right? This was our time... we had to take it, no matter what. To not take it... would spell the end for all, right?*
*There could only be one... there could only be one to stand tall in the end. There could only be one to hold this planet high, right?*
*Why then... why so dark, oh, gods... why is it so dark...*
*He... he was my Brother... we were each other's support, and we struck each other down! My Brother, I... I'm so sorry... I'm so very sorry... we shouldn't have failed. This... this was a victory to share together, and instead we were turned against each other. If only... if only there was some way...*
*I guess... I guess, in the end... we don't have the power to choose our destinies. We... we can't control our fate, can we?*
*No... I guess we can't.*
*I guess that is why at Freedom in the10-man Over The Top Battle Royal Main Event for the USPW World Heavyweight Championship, The Brian Magnum and Crysis Harvey and The Former USPW world Champion Phantom and the Current USPW world Champion "The Idol" Max Prophet and Deathrow and The Predator and AJ Johnson and Grave Digger and Mr Mischoff as well as my self Andrew Savage will all be trying to throw one another over the top rope to be the last man in the ring to become The USPW World Heavyweight Champion.
*I guess destiny will reveal itself at Freedom. The War of the Worlds happened. Now it is time for the fight of are lifes Because Only one will walk out with the World Championship, The Virus know as Dale is gone and I'm free from him and I am back for one thing and that is for Max Prophet's World title and Mr. Mischoff you better be sure that Max Prophet has your back because I'm sure he only has eye's for his own because I know for a fact that if he gets the chance he will toss you over the top rope but you will all have to watch out for me I'm back and I'm better then ever, Why Because at the end of Freedom I will be Standing alone as the new USPW World Heavyweight Champion, It is time for the era of the Savage. Hear the Thunder...Hear the Drums...Fear the Battle...For Mayhem comes.
*Today, begins much like many stories end... with a final confrontation. A wasteland of death and decay surrounding the two warriors, who find themselves locked in an eternal stalemate. However...you will soon find that eternity is not quite as long as you might think, and stalemates, though perhaps demanded by the gods themselves, always have the opportunity to be broken. It only takes a spark, a mere flinch, a change in direction... to alter the course of history itself. And trust me...history surely will be altered on this day when Chaos Will Reign supreme forever.*
*Silence.*
*Silence surrounded the scene of chaos and untold bloodshed. Mythology might claim that the city streets echoed with the screams of the damned, the wails of the departed... but it was in fact silence which reigned supreme in those streets. Dust was clinging to every solid object it could find, only adding to the disheveled appearance of the already withering town, and the stench of death and decay was all around. Truly, it was a wonder that there were still some there amongst the chaos... holding out through the scene of destruction. However, that wonder should quickly fade: for those who remained were only two, and those two were the ones who had caused it all. Countless bodies, littering the streets... and neither seemed to discriminate in their bloodshed. Those two men stood like statues locked in an eternal gaze of death, one eye focused on the man before them... and the other eye covered by the blood that runs from there head. The two men were breathing heavily, and their clothes were tattered and stained with blood; yet... it all seemed so strange to them. For all the death they had caused-- the broken bodies and shattered dreams-- they seemed so very reluctant to cause any more. Perhaps, however... it was because of who they were.*
*The first of the two men stood smaller than the other, his features hardened from the wars he had fought through. His gaze, if it were not so filled with fear and confusion, would perhaps show the tenderness of the hardened warrior's heart, and the loyalty he held to the very man who was staring him down. This man...he seemed to emit a soft glow about him--perhaps an aura, if you will--that seemed to touch the broken bodies of the fallen and let them be at peace. The second of the two men, on the other hand, was a taller build. His features, unlike the first, were not hardened from wars...but there remained the babyface of a newly recruited rookie, still young and unexperienced. His gaze was also filled with fear and confusion, yet there was a stronger sense of confidence flowing from the man's core... as though it were only natural for him to expect the best. The second man seemed to emit an aura as well, though his was smaller, darker... and to the fallen who were touched by it, their very skin seemed to crawl, as though it were trying to escape his darkness.*
*Perhaps it was out of fear, or perhaps out of respect. Perhaps both, it seemed to matter not to the second man.*
*There were no words exchanged between the two standing statues, for there were no words necessarily. The world of chaos surrounding them had been built over years and years of struggle, and there were even bodies lying about that might seem... unfamiliar, to those regular to the broken town. It would be expected, however... for there were so many who had fallen victim to these men, and their spirits seemed inclined to follow them to their deaths. Therefore, on this day... there stood the two men. Their eyes, locked in place as though carved in stone. Their mouths forming frowns not of anger, nor of hate... but of, perhaps, disappointment.*
*Finally, a sound breaks through the silence. A raven cries out from the rooftops, it midnight eyes seeming to plead silently with the statues to stop the chaos. The raven...a symbol of death among men, and it too was overwhelmed by the sights before its eyes.*
*A stale wind blew through the town, and with it carried a stench of death stronger then there was before. Again, the raven cries...not for pleading, but for fear of its own life. The air itself seemed to choke all life who breathed it, and finally the fluttering of wings marked the raven's departure. It was, perhaps, a sign from the heavens... destiny was finally taking place before the world's eyes, yet none could bear it witness. None shall see it, none shall feel it, and none shall hear it. Yet the ungodly smell of death... yes. Perhaps, the world may indeed be allowed to have their nostrils filled with it.*
*Muscles forced to stay tense cry out for salvation, yet neither man's arm seems willing to tremble. Their eyes, filled with tears born from either the situation at hand or the stench of their works left behind them. To think, long ago... these men had been so close, so very loyal to each other... that they would follow the other to the death. One, it seemed, could not live without the other... and yet here they were. And though neither wished for it, they were ready to kill.*
*The bodies of the fallen seemed to cry out for both to pull their respective triggers, their bloodlust from beyond unquenched and their eyes focused on the scene, waiting to see the day that they may finally be at rest. Yet even their restless spirits seemed to be at odds with one another... for each one only wished to see the one who'd slain them fallen before his enemy's feet. Yes, it seemed... even the realm of spirits was torn in conflict over theirs. So many fallen at both their hands... it only seemed appropriate, now, that one would have to fall to the other.*
Savage: Tell me...I want you to tell me something.
*There came no reply. The second man stared at the first with unwavering eyes, unflinching fingers... he would not put down his guard. In the times of old, this would be the first man's sign that all would be okay... to start a conversation in such a dire situation, it was clear that he only wished for the pain to fade away. Yet here it was, and here they were... their fingers still on the trigger, and their sights still aimed for the other's head.*
Savage: You...have tried to kill so very many people... and all without hesitation. You did... did what you thought you had to. No mercy... no regrets.
*The second man remained silent, yet a twitch in his eye revealed the words were getting through. Perhaps, indeed... these men were more than statues. They stood strong before one another, yet broken from the inside; and while one was ready to speak his mind... the other stayed proud, stayed strong, stayed true to who he was. Where one man stood determined in his sincerity, the other man stood firm in his hope for survival. Finally, he spoke again... as the screams of the fallen to see the end of it all continued to go unheard, or, perhaps, simply heard without care.*
Savage: How many fingers... are on this trigger? Too many...too many stand here with me.
*And still, just as many stood with the other.*
Savage: All of them...they all stand here with us. Every...every last one.
*Every last one... from the end of all things, to the start of it all.*
Savage: Why... why do you ask me this?
*The second man croaked hoarsely, the first sign of humanity now escaping his body in the form of a shiver down his arm, his aim faltering ever so slightly. The first man could have taken advantage of this... but instead, he remained still.*
Savage: I ask... because--
Savage: You ask because you wish to see me fail! Oh, where did we go wrong...
*Indeed... to look upon the scene of death and destruction which surrounded them, one would only imagine that something had gone horribly, horribly wrong. Yet it was legend that said the gods knew that this would happen, yet did nothing to stop it and, instead, did everything to fuel it forward. An entire town, levelled in their wake... and how many more in distant lands looked the same? So many... too many, too many deaths to weigh on the hearts of both men.*
*The sound of laughter... an echo from the past. Both men could only close their eyes and remember that sound, a sound shared among friends of old. The time of shadows returned to them, a time when they were younger... so innocent and carefree. Was it so difficult for the gods to give them one last chance? To return to the days of old... to stop the horrible things from happening? If only something different were to happen... the peace and happiness that could sprout from it would be told in tales by man for all time.*
*Yet... not all stories have a happy ending, do they? For if that were possible... perhaps there would not be two strong men, staring into two sets of fearful eyes hidden behind closed lids. Behind those lids played memories of the past, both fond and ill-remembered, yet all so very appreciated at a time such as now. Again, the sound of laughter plays... but not among friends this time, and instead among their loves. Goddesses by all rights, yet held to earthly forms... neither man chose to look at their loves as anything less than modern day goddesses, sent to bring them the happiness they longed for. The acceptance they needed, and the families they yearned to have.*
*For a moment, the first man begins to lower his gun... caught up in the memories of a time so much greater than the one he faced now. However, his arm locked into place, refusing to go down further... and when the man opened his eyes, the second man stared back at him.*
*He, too, could have taken the shot... but instead, he remained still.*
Savage: I... suppose that, perhaps, now is... as good a time as any.
*Yet the past was not yet done with either man, as even with their eyes opened and looking into each other's own... memories still played like film reels across their vision. The days of old, shared between themselves... the bond of friendship built up over time. For ages, these two had stood by each other's side... and now, they may die before each other's feet. This was a realization that neither man seemed to see fair, yet both had realized long ago that it was, in the end, neccesary.*
Savage: Oh, but why couldn't you have been someone else... why did it have to... have to be you?!
*Because without a friend to guide him... all would have been lost. For either to succeed... they must both stand as equals and on the same page, without hate nor spite held between the two of them. Perhaps a rivalry... no, almost certainly a rivalry, for sometimes it is healthy among friends. A rivalry to push the both of them forward... to prepare them for the day when their world would crumble down; and though both were born to be the other's executioner... they were also the other's guardian angel all along.*
Savage: It's... it's time. All of their deaths... all the fighting through the years... this is the end, you know? It's... it's finally going to be over.
*All of the laughter, all the joy throughout the years...yes, this is the end. The end of all that was good and all that is bad... the end is the end, no matter what the circumstances may be. Perfection takes forever to obtain, but only a split second to lose. Contrary to popular belief...eternity doesn't always last forever. Some things were just too good to stay true...you know?*
Savage: You ready Brother?
*The whisper came from of one of the two, as their courage began to build inside of them.*
Savage: Ready as I'll ever be Brother...
*The silence set in for the final time. No breeze to blow the foul stench of death forward, no ravens to cry out for an ending, no more restless spirits begging for closure. The world... for so long, the world saw these men in their eyes, yet now they were blinded from them, denied to enter into what had effectively became their moment, and their moment alone. There were no other fingers on their triggers this time... only they stood between each other's destiny. Only one could survive.*
Savage: It's been a hell of a ride...
Savage: I agree... thank you for everything.
Savage: Not a problem, my Brother...not a problem at all.
*Bang.*
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Voice: ...am I dead? No, not dead... I'm not dead... I... I'm lost... it's dark again, why? Why is it dark again... why is it so dark again? Oh, God... why did we have to shoot each other?! Where... where is the justice in that? We did nothing but good, for everyone! We only wished for the best... why have they turned us against each other?! Why?! I don't... I don't know what to feel anymore! Gods, why has this happened?! Where did we go wrong... they told us it had to be! Did they lie to us?! Did all those people... did they fall for nothing?
*This was our destiny... we were told that, so it must be true, right? This was our time... we had to take it, no matter what. To not take it... would spell the end for all, right?*
*There could only be one... there could only be one to stand tall in the end. There could only be one to hold this planet high, right?*
*Why then... why so dark, oh, gods... why is it so dark...*
*He... he was my Brother... we were each other's support, and we struck each other down! My Brother, I... I'm so sorry... I'm so very sorry... we shouldn't have failed. This... this was a victory to share together, and instead we were turned against each other. If only... if only there was some way...*
*I guess... I guess, in the end... we don't have the power to choose our destinies. We... we can't control our fate, can we?*
*No... I guess we can't.*
*I guess that is why at Freedom in the10-man Over The Top Battle Royal Main Event for the USPW World Heavyweight Championship, The Brian Magnum and Crysis Harvey and The Former USPW world Champion Phantom and the Current USPW world Champion "The Idol" Max Prophet and Deathrow and The Predator and AJ Johnson and Grave Digger and Mr Mischoff as well as my self Andrew Savage will all be trying to throw one another over the top rope to be the last man in the ring to become The USPW World Heavyweight Champion.
*I guess destiny will reveal itself at Freedom. The War of the Worlds happened. Now it is time for the fight of are lifes Because Only one will walk out with the World Championship, The Virus know as Dale is gone and I'm free from him and I am back for one thing and that is for Max Prophet's World title and Mr. Mischoff you better be sure that Max Prophet has your back because I'm sure he only has eye's for his own because I know for a fact that if he gets the chance he will toss you over the top rope but you will all have to watch out for me I'm back and I'm better then ever, Why Because at the end of Freedom I will be Standing alone as the new USPW World Heavyweight Champion, It is time for the era of the Savage. Hear the Thunder...Hear the Drums...Fear the Battle...For Mayhem comes.
