Derelict places and the rebirth of a legend
Jul 28, 2016 18:41:29 GMT -6
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Post by Fang on Jul 28, 2016 18:41:29 GMT -6
There's always that moment, the one where it's all brand new again. When everything you've done is set aside and you have to begin again. Last week was that moment for the True Immortal Jonathan Porter. He walked into the UCI arena with the AWA International Championship draped over his shoulder and he let the UCI Fans know exactly who he is, was and always will be. The Man in Black told the UCI to be on notice because he was going to add legitimacy to the titles here. This week the Wolf God gets to open the show against another newcomer, a man calling himself Night Wolf. Fang doesn't have any clue who this newcomer is. He doesn't know the depth of his abilities. Everything about his opponent this week is a mystery. Everything is new again.
A blood red limo pulls up to a deserted hotel in the middle of nowhere. The driver gets out and walks to the back, opening the door. Out of the car steps a man wearing a black Armani suit and a red tie. The newcomer to the UCI Jonathan "Fang" Porter. He walks around the vacant lot, looking at the delitated building. He grins a bit as walks around the back. The camera follows him. He finds a way in and before he enters he stops and speaks.
"Urban exploration," Fang says "It's the act of finding an old abandoned attraction or building and walking through it hoping to catch a glimpse of the life it once had. You never know what these videos are going to show. You never know what trouble the explorer might find himself in."
Fang enters the building. The camera follows. He walks around what is obviously a guest room in the place. The bed is moldy and there is broken furniture. The evidence that people once lived there but no longer do. Fang smiles a bit as he motions to the camera man.
"This place," Fang says "Reminds me of where I came from. A place that was once in all it's glory, but is now eerily quiet. Oh you can still see life in the place. You can still hear the sounds and smell the smells of what it used to be. The pungent aroma of hope that the place once had. The cheers and the jeers that everyone took. Just like this place, where I came from is a shadow of its former self. "
Jonathan continues to walk toward the room's door. He opens it and makes his way into the hall. Mildewed wallpaper ripped and hanging down from years of disuse. A cleaning cart left toppled over from who ever had trespassed here before. Toilet paper with black mold on it strewn across it, and trailing down the corridor.
"I know," Fang says "That this is an entirely new place I've come to. A place that what I've accomplished before will mean nothing. What I've accomplished before has only prepared me for what I plan to accomplish here. A place where I can climb the ladder of success with no one talking behind my back about how I was always coddled and in another's shadow. No body telling me that I always had help. Now I get to prove myself and my power against a new challenge. A challenger who also found his way here because he heard the rumors about the best finding a new battlefield.
Night Wolf, I await you this week. I know absolutely nothing about you. I am though ready to show you everything about me. We will be entering that ring as total strangers to each other. By the end of the night YOU WILL KNOW WHO I AM. You will know that you stepped into the ring with the BEST IN THE BUSINESS TODAY. That you fought a true legend and the TRUE IMMORTAL of Pro Wrestling. You will have gone to hell and back and then once again back to hell as I dump your broken carcass into the ever eternal abyss.:
The Man in Black sneers a bit. The passion in his eyes evident. He looks around the mess of a hallway he is standing in and breaths deep.
"The stench of decay," Fang continues "The smell of blood. These things are not new to me. These things are very familiar to me. They are close friends to me. The sounds of my opponents screaming in pain as I put them up into the Cross of the Wolf is only second to my favorite sound in the world. The sick crunch my opponent's chin makes as it makes contact with my knee when I perform the Full Metal Jacket on them. Night Wolf, as I said I am awaiting to hear from you. I await to hear you first words to me. Choose them wisely or at the end of our meeting YOU will end up looking as broken down and wasted away as this once great and glorious location.
Don't get me wrong, Night Wolf, I'm sure you're a talented guy. I'm sure you are going to try and knock me down a few pegs. I'm sure you're going to tell me how egotistical and cocky I sound because I call myself Immortal. Your opinion of me won't stand against the facts. A multi-time champion in multiple promotions. A Hall of Fame inductee and a two time fan's choice a wrestler of the year. I've done it all. I've seen it all, but do worry I won't underestimate you. I never underestimate my opponent. I always look at the trophy that I'm hunting for currently, and I never look past taking down my current prey. The powers that be are telling me I have to start at the bottom. I'm fine with that. I'll go from worst to first. I've done it before. I adapt, I evolve, I RE-IMAGINE myself constantly to be better, be stronger, be smarter than everyone else YOU WILL BE NO EXCEPTION. When you're looking up at me from the mat. When you taste that coppery taste in your mouth and spit. When that spit is mucus mixed with blood. When you press your tongue against your teeth and notice a few of them missing, that will show you everything you have to know about me. I AM The TRUE IMMORTAL OF PRO WRESTLING. I AM THE BEST IN THE BUSINESS TODAY. There is nothing YOU can do to stop me. NOBODY can stop me. I have risen to the pinnacle before, I will do it here, and the path of broken opponents I leave in my wake will be the everlasting testament to my skills."
A big sneer fills the face of the Man in Black. He kicks the cleaning cart over and then begins to walk down the hall. He doesn't turn back as continues to walk farther away. Talking the whole time. The camera following him.
"And everything you think," Fang shouts "Oh, it's about to be tested. It's about to be questioned. It's about to be examined. In the end you'll come up lacking. You just don't understand everything I've seen. Everywhere I've been, from HELL and Back. From life to death, and oh yes I have been dead. I have seen what my guts look like as I held them in my own hands. I have been on the brink. I have gone over the edge. I've been insane and I've been lucid. I've been a champion and I've been the lowest man on the roster. Here in the UCI I have come back to being on the bottom rung, but don't get me wrong, Wolf, I don't plan on staying there for long and yes YOU are my very first stepping stone. You are the very first foothold that I will use to climb the mountain. I don't expect you to like it. I know you're going to fight against it. I won't try and stop you from fighting against it. In fact I encourage you to fight against your destiny, so that I can really, really enjoy putting the boots to you.
This is survival of the fittest, Wolf. It's the law of the Jungle out there. Eat or be eaten. I AM THE WOLF WHO ATE THE MOON, Night Wolf. Your downfall is here. Prepare thyself for RAGNAROK."
Fang pushes his way into another room and the scene fades.
A blood red limo pulls up to a deserted hotel in the middle of nowhere. The driver gets out and walks to the back, opening the door. Out of the car steps a man wearing a black Armani suit and a red tie. The newcomer to the UCI Jonathan "Fang" Porter. He walks around the vacant lot, looking at the delitated building. He grins a bit as walks around the back. The camera follows him. He finds a way in and before he enters he stops and speaks.
"Urban exploration," Fang says "It's the act of finding an old abandoned attraction or building and walking through it hoping to catch a glimpse of the life it once had. You never know what these videos are going to show. You never know what trouble the explorer might find himself in."
Fang enters the building. The camera follows. He walks around what is obviously a guest room in the place. The bed is moldy and there is broken furniture. The evidence that people once lived there but no longer do. Fang smiles a bit as he motions to the camera man.
"This place," Fang says "Reminds me of where I came from. A place that was once in all it's glory, but is now eerily quiet. Oh you can still see life in the place. You can still hear the sounds and smell the smells of what it used to be. The pungent aroma of hope that the place once had. The cheers and the jeers that everyone took. Just like this place, where I came from is a shadow of its former self. "
Jonathan continues to walk toward the room's door. He opens it and makes his way into the hall. Mildewed wallpaper ripped and hanging down from years of disuse. A cleaning cart left toppled over from who ever had trespassed here before. Toilet paper with black mold on it strewn across it, and trailing down the corridor.
"I know," Fang says "That this is an entirely new place I've come to. A place that what I've accomplished before will mean nothing. What I've accomplished before has only prepared me for what I plan to accomplish here. A place where I can climb the ladder of success with no one talking behind my back about how I was always coddled and in another's shadow. No body telling me that I always had help. Now I get to prove myself and my power against a new challenge. A challenger who also found his way here because he heard the rumors about the best finding a new battlefield.
Night Wolf, I await you this week. I know absolutely nothing about you. I am though ready to show you everything about me. We will be entering that ring as total strangers to each other. By the end of the night YOU WILL KNOW WHO I AM. You will know that you stepped into the ring with the BEST IN THE BUSINESS TODAY. That you fought a true legend and the TRUE IMMORTAL of Pro Wrestling. You will have gone to hell and back and then once again back to hell as I dump your broken carcass into the ever eternal abyss.:
The Man in Black sneers a bit. The passion in his eyes evident. He looks around the mess of a hallway he is standing in and breaths deep.
"The stench of decay," Fang continues "The smell of blood. These things are not new to me. These things are very familiar to me. They are close friends to me. The sounds of my opponents screaming in pain as I put them up into the Cross of the Wolf is only second to my favorite sound in the world. The sick crunch my opponent's chin makes as it makes contact with my knee when I perform the Full Metal Jacket on them. Night Wolf, as I said I am awaiting to hear from you. I await to hear you first words to me. Choose them wisely or at the end of our meeting YOU will end up looking as broken down and wasted away as this once great and glorious location.
Don't get me wrong, Night Wolf, I'm sure you're a talented guy. I'm sure you are going to try and knock me down a few pegs. I'm sure you're going to tell me how egotistical and cocky I sound because I call myself Immortal. Your opinion of me won't stand against the facts. A multi-time champion in multiple promotions. A Hall of Fame inductee and a two time fan's choice a wrestler of the year. I've done it all. I've seen it all, but do worry I won't underestimate you. I never underestimate my opponent. I always look at the trophy that I'm hunting for currently, and I never look past taking down my current prey. The powers that be are telling me I have to start at the bottom. I'm fine with that. I'll go from worst to first. I've done it before. I adapt, I evolve, I RE-IMAGINE myself constantly to be better, be stronger, be smarter than everyone else YOU WILL BE NO EXCEPTION. When you're looking up at me from the mat. When you taste that coppery taste in your mouth and spit. When that spit is mucus mixed with blood. When you press your tongue against your teeth and notice a few of them missing, that will show you everything you have to know about me. I AM The TRUE IMMORTAL OF PRO WRESTLING. I AM THE BEST IN THE BUSINESS TODAY. There is nothing YOU can do to stop me. NOBODY can stop me. I have risen to the pinnacle before, I will do it here, and the path of broken opponents I leave in my wake will be the everlasting testament to my skills."
A big sneer fills the face of the Man in Black. He kicks the cleaning cart over and then begins to walk down the hall. He doesn't turn back as continues to walk farther away. Talking the whole time. The camera following him.
"And everything you think," Fang shouts "Oh, it's about to be tested. It's about to be questioned. It's about to be examined. In the end you'll come up lacking. You just don't understand everything I've seen. Everywhere I've been, from HELL and Back. From life to death, and oh yes I have been dead. I have seen what my guts look like as I held them in my own hands. I have been on the brink. I have gone over the edge. I've been insane and I've been lucid. I've been a champion and I've been the lowest man on the roster. Here in the UCI I have come back to being on the bottom rung, but don't get me wrong, Wolf, I don't plan on staying there for long and yes YOU are my very first stepping stone. You are the very first foothold that I will use to climb the mountain. I don't expect you to like it. I know you're going to fight against it. I won't try and stop you from fighting against it. In fact I encourage you to fight against your destiny, so that I can really, really enjoy putting the boots to you.
This is survival of the fittest, Wolf. It's the law of the Jungle out there. Eat or be eaten. I AM THE WOLF WHO ATE THE MOON, Night Wolf. Your downfall is here. Prepare thyself for RAGNAROK."
Fang pushes his way into another room and the scene fades.
