Post by silence on Nov 6, 2006 21:01:17 GMT -5
After the cast came off, and Silence was ready to get back into the ring, it was slow going. His mobility had decreased dramatically, his overall speed a shadow of what it once was. Yet something was different about him. He was more powerful. More rigorous. And... something else. Something else Ralph couldn’t put his finger on.
“Silence, take five,” Ralph yelled to him, as Silence was working on getting back into form. Ralph had been starting to think about his own form, manager wise. Silence didn’t want to take a break, but he listened to Ralph. He always listened. As Silence sat down next to Ralph, and draped a towel over his face, Ralph decided to pitch him his proposal, “what would you think about me managing you, once you get into the business?”
Silence removed the towel from his face, and gave Ralph a sidewards glance. Ralph smiled at him, and continued with his idea, “yeah, I’d do all of the talking, since you do have to do that, but I can see that would be a problem for you. Most guys who don’t talk have a manager, you wouldn’t be an exception. Who better to manage you, than me?”
It was still sketchy, in Silence’s mind. Ralph, a manager? Then again, it would be fun. It could be great. Silence began to nod slowly.
“I could be like your voice.”
Silence continued to nod, and when he stopped he smiled at Ralph.
“Hey, that’s not a bad idea...you’re Silence, I’m The Voice. Catchy enough, don’t ya think?” Silence laughed. Genuinely laughed. For the first time in ever, the giant, solemn man chuckled. It took Ralph off guard, yet he couldn’t help but laugh himself. Maybe he was making a breakthrough. Maybe that was Silence’s first step before he started talking. Ralph discarded the thought for the time being, and told Silence to return to the ring. It would be a slow process, getting him back to where he was before the injury, but he would get there. Silence wouldn’t settle for anything less than what he was, he probably wouldn’t even settle for that. His strive to get better was too great. Which was the one thing about Silence that puzzled even Ralph.
After everything he had been through, after all of the sleepless nights, why did he so badly want to be a wrestler? How did he not just shut down. Fade out. Become suicidal, even. It was almost as though he was still a child at heart, a child that didn’t know the meaning of the word ‘quit.’
A man was taught a lesson at Deadly Intentions. That lesson, never mess with a monster. And never mess with a monster’s mentor. Either way, you’re bound to hit a brick wall of pain and despair.
Silence and The Voice are standing in a room, the light flickering on and off every few seconds, highlighting their movements for a split second before engulfing them in darkness, only to bring them back into focus again. Just as soon, they are delved in shadow once more.
Gravedigger felt the wrath of his own weapon, but more importantly, he felt its wrath at the hands of Silence, my monster. What caused this outburst of anger? His actions toward myself. Make no mistake, I’m not broken, Gravedigger. If anything, this has rejuvenated me. Getting to watch the tapes of Silence exploding upon you was more than worth the headaches that I experienced for the following days. You were warned, you did not heed the warnings, and you suffered the consequences.
As the light continues to flicker, Silence raises the silver shovel that he had used to choke out Gravedigger, before tossing it to the ground during another period of illumination.
To the floor goes the weapon of Gravedigger, and all of the business concerning him. Forget your offer, Gravedigger. Silence shall never team with you. For now, the two of you go your separate ways until you are to meet in the ring again. At that point, it will be nothing but deja vu for you. One more thing...do not confuse respect and fear.
Silence and The Voice are continually accented by the light and dark, a perfect balance of the two.
Like light and dark, Silence and I go hand in hand. Yet we are not so much opposites. We share the same common goal, which is total annihilation. Destruction. Building a legacy of pain which will be remembered for ages, passed down to your children’s, children’s children. The man who spoke not a word, a merciless silent machine. Not so much as a whisper, yet he needs not a word to prove his worth. Unlike some, who cease to speak, the Non Compos Mentis’s. The Sean Hunter’s. Those who need more than their sheer physical dominance to feed their pitiful egos. That is what it is about for them. Ego. For Silence, it is about something much more...animalistic.
A pause by The Voice, and with the flashing of the light, he and Silence are gone from view, yet his word can still be heard.
The next human on this path is not one, but two. Two men, aptly known as 2Guys. Jackle and Menace. A compelling pair, if I do say so myself. What they wrestle for, I can not be sure of. The ring is a place for warriors, not foolery and stupidity. You must be strong, fast, skilled, or cunning. They hold none of these aspects, yet they hold gold in this company. How shall they match up to Silence? His strength, my cunning. His ruthlessness. His will to decimate them both in the most brutal of ways. They must fear for their lives. If they think Non Compos Mentis is bad, wait until they get into the ring with the Reticent Raider. It will truly be...evil.
And with that, the lights go out and do not return. Only darkness remains.
“Silence, take five,” Ralph yelled to him, as Silence was working on getting back into form. Ralph had been starting to think about his own form, manager wise. Silence didn’t want to take a break, but he listened to Ralph. He always listened. As Silence sat down next to Ralph, and draped a towel over his face, Ralph decided to pitch him his proposal, “what would you think about me managing you, once you get into the business?”
Silence removed the towel from his face, and gave Ralph a sidewards glance. Ralph smiled at him, and continued with his idea, “yeah, I’d do all of the talking, since you do have to do that, but I can see that would be a problem for you. Most guys who don’t talk have a manager, you wouldn’t be an exception. Who better to manage you, than me?”
It was still sketchy, in Silence’s mind. Ralph, a manager? Then again, it would be fun. It could be great. Silence began to nod slowly.
“I could be like your voice.”
Silence continued to nod, and when he stopped he smiled at Ralph.
“Hey, that’s not a bad idea...you’re Silence, I’m The Voice. Catchy enough, don’t ya think?” Silence laughed. Genuinely laughed. For the first time in ever, the giant, solemn man chuckled. It took Ralph off guard, yet he couldn’t help but laugh himself. Maybe he was making a breakthrough. Maybe that was Silence’s first step before he started talking. Ralph discarded the thought for the time being, and told Silence to return to the ring. It would be a slow process, getting him back to where he was before the injury, but he would get there. Silence wouldn’t settle for anything less than what he was, he probably wouldn’t even settle for that. His strive to get better was too great. Which was the one thing about Silence that puzzled even Ralph.
After everything he had been through, after all of the sleepless nights, why did he so badly want to be a wrestler? How did he not just shut down. Fade out. Become suicidal, even. It was almost as though he was still a child at heart, a child that didn’t know the meaning of the word ‘quit.’
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
A man was taught a lesson at Deadly Intentions. That lesson, never mess with a monster. And never mess with a monster’s mentor. Either way, you’re bound to hit a brick wall of pain and despair.
Silence and The Voice are standing in a room, the light flickering on and off every few seconds, highlighting their movements for a split second before engulfing them in darkness, only to bring them back into focus again. Just as soon, they are delved in shadow once more.
Gravedigger felt the wrath of his own weapon, but more importantly, he felt its wrath at the hands of Silence, my monster. What caused this outburst of anger? His actions toward myself. Make no mistake, I’m not broken, Gravedigger. If anything, this has rejuvenated me. Getting to watch the tapes of Silence exploding upon you was more than worth the headaches that I experienced for the following days. You were warned, you did not heed the warnings, and you suffered the consequences.
As the light continues to flicker, Silence raises the silver shovel that he had used to choke out Gravedigger, before tossing it to the ground during another period of illumination.
To the floor goes the weapon of Gravedigger, and all of the business concerning him. Forget your offer, Gravedigger. Silence shall never team with you. For now, the two of you go your separate ways until you are to meet in the ring again. At that point, it will be nothing but deja vu for you. One more thing...do not confuse respect and fear.
Silence and The Voice are continually accented by the light and dark, a perfect balance of the two.
Like light and dark, Silence and I go hand in hand. Yet we are not so much opposites. We share the same common goal, which is total annihilation. Destruction. Building a legacy of pain which will be remembered for ages, passed down to your children’s, children’s children. The man who spoke not a word, a merciless silent machine. Not so much as a whisper, yet he needs not a word to prove his worth. Unlike some, who cease to speak, the Non Compos Mentis’s. The Sean Hunter’s. Those who need more than their sheer physical dominance to feed their pitiful egos. That is what it is about for them. Ego. For Silence, it is about something much more...animalistic.
A pause by The Voice, and with the flashing of the light, he and Silence are gone from view, yet his word can still be heard.
The next human on this path is not one, but two. Two men, aptly known as 2Guys. Jackle and Menace. A compelling pair, if I do say so myself. What they wrestle for, I can not be sure of. The ring is a place for warriors, not foolery and stupidity. You must be strong, fast, skilled, or cunning. They hold none of these aspects, yet they hold gold in this company. How shall they match up to Silence? His strength, my cunning. His ruthlessness. His will to decimate them both in the most brutal of ways. They must fear for their lives. If they think Non Compos Mentis is bad, wait until they get into the ring with the Reticent Raider. It will truly be...evil.
And with that, the lights go out and do not return. Only darkness remains.