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| The Revolution Begins; Mortius' debut | |
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| Topic Started: Oct 18 2008, 06:23 AM (132 Views) | |
| Mortius | Oct 18 2008, 06:23 AM Post #1 |
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The arena is suddenly thrust into darkness, strobe lighting in a different array of colours encompasses the crowd. on screen a video plays which corralates with the words about to be spoken. A deep voice, like velvet issues forth from the speakers. ’In 1983, we witnessed a revolution. Hulk Hogan along with Vincent Kennedy McMahon Jr. broke away from classic wrestling roots and created sports entertainment..... BUT SOMETHING WAS MISSING!!!! In 1994, a revolution unfolded. Shane Douglas, on a televised broadcast, told the N.W.A to ’kiss his ass’ rejected thier title, literally threw it away, and ushered in the age of extreme..... BUT SOMETHING WAS MISSING!!!! In 1996, another revolution, the mid-card ’ringmaster’ Steve Austin, won a prestigious tournament, and re-wrote what many consider to be the defining passage in the bible, thrusting him into the limelight and giving the whole buisness a new ’attitude’..... The voice, which has been calm throughout, now raises to a near shouting level, the screen goes black) 'BUT SOMETHING WAS MISSING!!!! I HAVE DEDICATED MY LIFE TO FINDING OUT WHAT THAT WAS, I ALIENATED MYSELF FROM MY FAMILY, FRIENDS... EVERYONE, IN MY PERSUIT. SOMETHING THAT WILL BRING IT ALL TOGETHER, TO GIVE ORDER TO CHAOS AND MEANING TO THE MUNDANE!’ The voice calms back down ’Ladies and gentleman, wrestlers and spectators alike.... you, are privvy to a revolution.... THE revolution.... THE FINAL REVOLUTION!!!!’ With the multi-coloured strobe still lighting the arena, Cradle of Filths Tearing the Veil from Grace starts to play its slow, haunting beggining, and during the line 'a tragic yet magical fall from grace' Mortius appears at the top of the ramp, he is wearing purple tights, black boots, and a black muscle shirt with the letters TFR printed on the front. He comes down the ramp surrounded by a flurry of white explosions each reflecting the spectrum of colours from the lights, he walks around he ring and grabs a mic, he then rolls into the ring and sits atop the turnbuckle, head down, long, straggled, purple hair covering his features. The light show and music stops, the crowd are thrust into darkness and a single spotlight centres on mortius, there is silence. 'Sitting back stage tonight, i looked around my competition, i looked at the other men who are here because they love this buisness, because they have drive, determination, ambition, and i had a moment of purity... a serene experience, i felt i was finally where i belonged... but then i heard it, in the background of my bliss... Mortius looks up and scans the crowd ’I heard... YOU!!!!’ Mortius said the last sentence with such obvious distain the crowd autoatically start to boo him. ’When you all started screaming and cheering as CZWs first ever Overdrive show started, i was givin a sharp reminder of why i’m here. You see for years you... all of you, have been part of this buisnesses problem. I’ve witnessed it in supposed ’’fans’’ all over the world. You people who cheer the benign, who applaude mediocraty. You’re so set in your ways, even when things need to change, you will spurn the person that tries to do it. I liken myself to to someone who faced the same type of opposition, a great man, and a great leader... someone who knew things needed to change and dedicated his life to making it happen. That mans name was Adolf Hitler. He wanted to reshape the world in what he percieved to be the perfect image. He wanted to rid the world of its impurities, of its scum... Just like i want to do in the buisness i love....’ The crowd are in an uproar at this callous statement, but mortius continues unabashed ’We may not have had the same opinion on who the scum was, but, as Hitler did, i will make my way through the ranks, cleansing CZW!!! BUT YOU...' He points a quick, accusing finger at the audience ’You are like the allied forces, you don’t want things to change, even though they need to, you will continue to eat the crap thats fed to you, and try to stop my revolution, because anything outside your coushioned existance scares you to your very core. Hitler got brought down in the end... I WONT! I will succeed where he failed, i will rid CZW of its diseased parts. I will revolutionise this industry, and give you unappreciative sons of bitches something to really cheer for.... Now, to the buisness at hand, tonight i face three men, Conan, Sid, and the undefeated Mountain Man.' Mortius starts a low chuckle, without a hint of amusment 'UNDEFEATED! DO YOU THINK THAT MEANS ANYTHING TO ME!, you three have the honour of being the first to fall to Mortius, to the revolution. So Sid, Conan, MOUNTAIN MAN...get ready to be cleansed, and everyone watching in the back, just keep watching, watch really close, because each and every one of you... will be taken out by a revolution... THE revolution... THE FINAL REVOLUTION!!! With that Mortius drops his mic to the sound of feedback as it hits the canvas, his music starts again and the crowd boo him, all the way up the ramp, as he makes his way to the back Edited by Mortius, Oct 18 2008, 04:40 PM.
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