Post by Murdoc on Apr 5, 2014 14:46:28 GMT -5
So.
After all the talk, after all the posturing ...
... here we are.
The sky undulates with malcontent, accented by the occasional flash of light. Stiff winds kick up the dust at his feet, sending debris flying every which way. You can feel the static in the air. It’s enough to make the hair on your arms stand on end. Storm’s a-comin’, boys and girls. He stands in the middle of the intersection, casting glances down each barren, lonely trail.
At the crossroads.
Hell of a ride to get here, Sean. You know that already though, don’t you? Hell of a ride. Took nearly a decade. Nine years, it’s been nine LONG years. Seems like just yesterday that I remember you first starting in Pure Class Wrestling. It’s not a jab or anything, just the truth. I was fairly green myself. I had been given some chances and ... well, you know ME. I jumped at them.
I was a different man then, but YOU ... you are nearly the same man that I met that dreary September day. I’m sure you remember that day. Murdoc chuckles a bit, the scene unfolding before him, almost vivid enough to touch it. You had just arrived at the building and ... I’ll never forget it. You looked at the Power Rankings and you, being the impulsive sort that you are said:
‘It’s a bit of a HINT when the co-world champions are second-to-last and last in the rankings, and when LoKi is only doing what he can to get by. Only the Prophet is TRUELY excelling.’
Ahahahahaha.
Oh, the dust you kicked up with THAT one. And that was the first time I saw you. I respected you for that one little incident. You took quite the slap on the wrist from Luis for that. It takes a lot of courage to come aboard and TWO WEEKS IN, tell all the champions except me that they’re absolutely pathetic. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not bringing this up to say something cliche like ‘You knew I was the best’ or something along those lines. That’s NOT where I’m going with this. All I wanted to say is that I RESPECTED that, and that I knew I’d be seeing more of you after that.
Someone with that level of honesty, that BRUTAL honesty, is a valuable commodity.
That blunt honesty taken you a long way. World Champion, multiple time North American champion, Tag Team Champion, Genesis Champion, multiple Icey winner. A STELLAR career. You and I, we’ve been down the road a-ways. Never seeming to cross paths, always on opposite circles. We’ve grown since then. I’m not stuck behind some caricature with a name like THE PROPHET anymore. And you’re not stuck behind ...
... well actually, I guess you kind of are. You tried to get rid of the whole Non Compos Mentis schtick. And for a while, you did really well. World Champion during that Sean Rhodes phase. No small feat. ... I don’t know, it just hasn’t been that same PASSION as before. At first, you came out guns blazing. Kicking ass from pillar to post. Lately though, your brutal honesty just hasn’t been enough. Oh sure, you’ll win one here and there ... but are you the same respected and oft-whispered name that people DREAD seeing on the matchup list?
The truth is, we’re on borrowed time Sean. I’ve come to terms with it. We’re remnants of an era LONG since past. Hell, just to stay RELEVANT we’ve had to change. Because if we stick with what brought us to the dance? This new crop of talent is just gonna pass us by. We have to EVOLVE. I’ve done what I can to make sure that I’m still at the forefront of everyone’s mind.
You, however ...
You haven’t changed one inch from those early days. That unflinching honesty, that brutality ... it’s all still there. You changed, but you couldn’t follow through for whatever reason. And that, Sean, is going to be your undoing. You’re still a CHARACTER, I’ve become the MAN that I was always meant to be. This is the first times our paths have REALLY crossed in PCW, you know. This match has nothing to do with Eira, Sean. I’ve realized that. This match has EVERYTHING to do with you GRASPING FOR A LIFELINE. Trying to remain a threat, to even be NOTICED anymore.
At Mass Destruction, I get the pleasure of taking on that brash and reckless young man with no filter from a decade ago. Except you’re not so YOUNG anymore, Sean. You’ve become LoKi from that day so long ago. ‘The guy that is doing just what he can in order to get by’. You’re doing what you can to GET BY and I’ll be DAMNED if I let your rusting image and words tarnish ANYTHING having to do with me or that halcyon era that I helped build.
Your time has come, Sean. It’s time to call it a day.
Murdoc’s words carry the weight of the heavens.
The truth rings clear, that shrill and painful sound of truth. Everyone knows the SOUND of truth. It causes your ears to ring and your knees to buckle just a tiny bit, like a voice cracking beautiful glass. His voice, not shrill but full of bass and power ... is enough to crack the sky. The rain beginning to fall, at first slowly. The impact spot spider-webs outwards. The pressure is too much and the rain begins to fall faster and faster until it becomes a full-on torrential downpour.
The camera man scurries to find shelter; he never expected rain to catch him unaware. And just as the camera fizzles and sputters into blackness, it catches a last ... haunting proclamation from the now-drenched Murdoc.
The cameras have long been shut off.
The rain has been pounding the dirt for some time now.
Murdoc still sits, his only transport out having left what seems like hours ago. Legs crossed, his coat protects him from the brunt of Mother Nature's tears. She cries for him, for the abomination he has become. Of the atrocities that he WILL create before finally being swallowed up by the abyss. She weeps for the souls of all who encounter him. Even Mother Nature hasn't enough tears to shed.
Who will weep for Murdoc? Only Eira and the gods. Even he refuses to shed tears for the monster he has become. And if Non Compos Mentis can't stop him, there is no one left. Nothing left to stop him but the eventual weight of time. Time and pressure, that's all it takes. Time and pressure.
The coat is getting heavy, blasted with sheets upon sheets of rain.
He will not un-shoulder the burden.
After all the talk, after all the posturing ...
... here we are.
The sky undulates with malcontent, accented by the occasional flash of light. Stiff winds kick up the dust at his feet, sending debris flying every which way. You can feel the static in the air. It’s enough to make the hair on your arms stand on end. Storm’s a-comin’, boys and girls. He stands in the middle of the intersection, casting glances down each barren, lonely trail.
At the crossroads.
Hell of a ride to get here, Sean. You know that already though, don’t you? Hell of a ride. Took nearly a decade. Nine years, it’s been nine LONG years. Seems like just yesterday that I remember you first starting in Pure Class Wrestling. It’s not a jab or anything, just the truth. I was fairly green myself. I had been given some chances and ... well, you know ME. I jumped at them.
I was a different man then, but YOU ... you are nearly the same man that I met that dreary September day. I’m sure you remember that day. Murdoc chuckles a bit, the scene unfolding before him, almost vivid enough to touch it. You had just arrived at the building and ... I’ll never forget it. You looked at the Power Rankings and you, being the impulsive sort that you are said:
‘It’s a bit of a HINT when the co-world champions are second-to-last and last in the rankings, and when LoKi is only doing what he can to get by. Only the Prophet is TRUELY excelling.’
Ahahahahaha.
Oh, the dust you kicked up with THAT one. And that was the first time I saw you. I respected you for that one little incident. You took quite the slap on the wrist from Luis for that. It takes a lot of courage to come aboard and TWO WEEKS IN, tell all the champions except me that they’re absolutely pathetic. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not bringing this up to say something cliche like ‘You knew I was the best’ or something along those lines. That’s NOT where I’m going with this. All I wanted to say is that I RESPECTED that, and that I knew I’d be seeing more of you after that.
Someone with that level of honesty, that BRUTAL honesty, is a valuable commodity.
That blunt honesty taken you a long way. World Champion, multiple time North American champion, Tag Team Champion, Genesis Champion, multiple Icey winner. A STELLAR career. You and I, we’ve been down the road a-ways. Never seeming to cross paths, always on opposite circles. We’ve grown since then. I’m not stuck behind some caricature with a name like THE PROPHET anymore. And you’re not stuck behind ...
... well actually, I guess you kind of are. You tried to get rid of the whole Non Compos Mentis schtick. And for a while, you did really well. World Champion during that Sean Rhodes phase. No small feat. ... I don’t know, it just hasn’t been that same PASSION as before. At first, you came out guns blazing. Kicking ass from pillar to post. Lately though, your brutal honesty just hasn’t been enough. Oh sure, you’ll win one here and there ... but are you the same respected and oft-whispered name that people DREAD seeing on the matchup list?
The truth is, we’re on borrowed time Sean. I’ve come to terms with it. We’re remnants of an era LONG since past. Hell, just to stay RELEVANT we’ve had to change. Because if we stick with what brought us to the dance? This new crop of talent is just gonna pass us by. We have to EVOLVE. I’ve done what I can to make sure that I’m still at the forefront of everyone’s mind.
You, however ...
You haven’t changed one inch from those early days. That unflinching honesty, that brutality ... it’s all still there. You changed, but you couldn’t follow through for whatever reason. And that, Sean, is going to be your undoing. You’re still a CHARACTER, I’ve become the MAN that I was always meant to be. This is the first times our paths have REALLY crossed in PCW, you know. This match has nothing to do with Eira, Sean. I’ve realized that. This match has EVERYTHING to do with you GRASPING FOR A LIFELINE. Trying to remain a threat, to even be NOTICED anymore.
At Mass Destruction, I get the pleasure of taking on that brash and reckless young man with no filter from a decade ago. Except you’re not so YOUNG anymore, Sean. You’ve become LoKi from that day so long ago. ‘The guy that is doing just what he can in order to get by’. You’re doing what you can to GET BY and I’ll be DAMNED if I let your rusting image and words tarnish ANYTHING having to do with me or that halcyon era that I helped build.
Your time has come, Sean. It’s time to call it a day.
Murdoc’s words carry the weight of the heavens.
The truth rings clear, that shrill and painful sound of truth. Everyone knows the SOUND of truth. It causes your ears to ring and your knees to buckle just a tiny bit, like a voice cracking beautiful glass. His voice, not shrill but full of bass and power ... is enough to crack the sky. The rain beginning to fall, at first slowly. The impact spot spider-webs outwards. The pressure is too much and the rain begins to fall faster and faster until it becomes a full-on torrential downpour.
The camera man scurries to find shelter; he never expected rain to catch him unaware. And just as the camera fizzles and sputters into blackness, it catches a last ... haunting proclamation from the now-drenched Murdoc.
I’ll be there with you soon enough, brother.
****
The cameras have long been shut off.
The rain has been pounding the dirt for some time now.
Murdoc still sits, his only transport out having left what seems like hours ago. Legs crossed, his coat protects him from the brunt of Mother Nature's tears. She cries for him, for the abomination he has become. Of the atrocities that he WILL create before finally being swallowed up by the abyss. She weeps for the souls of all who encounter him. Even Mother Nature hasn't enough tears to shed.
Who will weep for Murdoc? Only Eira and the gods. Even he refuses to shed tears for the monster he has become. And if Non Compos Mentis can't stop him, there is no one left. Nothing left to stop him but the eventual weight of time. Time and pressure, that's all it takes. Time and pressure.
The coat is getting heavy, blasted with sheets upon sheets of rain.
He will not un-shoulder the burden.
****
