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| Penance; RyShane RP #1 | |
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| Topic Started: Jul 20 2010, 05:33 PM (219 Views) | |
| xShanex | Jul 20 2010, 05:33 PM Post #1 |
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Darkness, familiar yet always unkown, was placed before our wondering eyes as the latest video piece from CZW began. A scrapping, a slam, growls of a trapped beast in a cage echoed out from the shadows, the identity of the animal hidden by natural shade, leaving question upon question in the minds of the viewers. A flash, a light above descending like the portal to heaven above illuminated just a small circle of the room, but this was enough to send shockwaves of anticipation and excitment, as well as concern through the world of the CZW fanbase. The cries of pain and the shudders of captation came from none other than "The sXe Assassin" Knox Harper. Knox's eyes narrowed, almost shutting to the intensly bright overhead light, his eyes sensitive from the assumed hours of waiting in the dark. His face reflected confusion and a sense of fear. What was he doing here? Why was he taken to this place? Why me? There were no answers, simply darkness. He gritted his teeth, trying to pull his arms free from the steel chair he sat upon, but to no avail, he was bound, hand-cuffed to the arms of the chair, his feet shackled to the legs. Knox pulled again and once again found no luck. He growled, pushing his legs forward, stuck still to the chair. He began to breath heavy, losing all strength for a brief moment. He had no escape. The single light above him was then met by multiple other sources, screens specifically, about 12 of them, placed together in a wall to form one massive screen, the spaces between each one giving the massive picture patchwork. Knox now turned his attention to the blank screens, only to have the empty program accompanied by the sound of footsteps. "Who's there?!?! What's going on?!?! What'd you do with MY PANCAKES?!?!?!" Knox's comical cries were met by a single sinister laugh. A lowly chuckle from under the breath, but within that meanigless action dwelled evil, pure in every form. The footsteps became louder, an image barely becoming visable bit by bit, and when the identity of the man came into full few, Knox's face turned pale, white as the entire outfit the man wore. The camera turned off of Knox to catch the visage of Ryan Shane. Ryan was once again outfitted in both baggy white pants, studs and chains lining them in various areas, as well as a white jacket reaching down to his knees, unzipped, revealing a black undershirt, a figure of a psychotic clown crossing it's arms in a straight edge X in white. While we did know the man, the face of "CZW's Surgeon General" was hidden behind the mask that had become his new face, the portal to his soul. The white smiling half conflicting with the black scowl of hatred, in unison with the hood of his jack placed just over his head, finished the look of this mans new life. "R-R-R-Ryan?" "Hello Knox. I bet you'd like to know what you're doing here, don't you? You should know, you built your own path here. It's your fault that you're sitting in that very chair. I call this poetic justice, though I'm sure you call it payback where you're from, am I wrong?" Knox's confusion, accompanied by his anger exploded through his lips, as he let loose a roar to the monitors infront of him. "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN, PAYBACK? WHAT DID I DO TO YOU?" Ryan shook his covered head, beginnign to pace to the right. As he walked, his body transfered from screens to screens, as if he actually stood before a man that had refered to him as his "brother". He stopped, still facing right, though looking up at his captive. "Poor ignorant fool. This......." Ryan pointed to his forehead. Though hidden away, the thoughts of his wound thanks to the bite of his own Railroad Spike by the hands of Sam Attic ran though Knox's head. "Is why, Knox! This is why!" "What does that have to do with me? I never did anything!" "EXACTLY!!!!" Ryan thrashed his right arm, now facing Knox again. Even with his face tucked away in mystery, the sense of infuriation flowed out of his very actions, silencing Harper for a brief moment. Ryan's arms shook, his anger getting the best of him, but with a few slow, calm breaths, he reduced himself back to his collected state of mind. "Where were you Knox? Where were you when I was laying there, already broken from an excruciating battle? Where were you when Sam Attic, like jealous school girl, jumped ontop of me and made my head into an over-sized pin cushion?!?! You weren't there, none of you were, but when Kirkland takes a beating from Beautiful Agony, you go diving in to save his ass? I thought we were brothers, Knox? What happened to that loyalty? I BROUGHT YOU HERE!" Knox looked up at the image of Ryan now with a face of sympathy, but accompanied by a plead. "Ryan, Brian's our lea-" "Shut your fucking mouth! Brian Kirkland, leader? Kirkland doesn't know the first thing about Straight Edge! He hears the name and doesn't do drugs and he thinks that makes him Edge? Kirkland is a poser who for some reason think he's Jesus! How many times to I have to point out the flaws in his messiah-complex before you all open your eyes? No, no Knox, that just isn't good enough. Forgiveness for a crime like this can only be dished out with extreme actions. I believe Hammurabi's code said it best, and eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.........." Ryan turned his back to Knox, beginning to walk away, before stopping, another blood-chilling chuckle leaving his lips. "Blood for blood." With that Ryan was engulfed by the shadows, before the screens themselves were reduced to static. Knox struggled on the thoughts almost as close as he did with the binding tools on his limbs. "What does that mean?" Like a ghost through a solid wall, the white form of Ryan Shane shot from the shadows behind Harper, pouncing onto the back of the chair, his hands giving a white knuckle grip to the poles that held the back rest. His hidden face came very close to Harper's, studying his shock and concern as he whispered into his ear. "You're about to find out." The screech of steel on concrete let out by Ryan pulling the captured Knox into the shadows with him was the last sound to be heard, as the light above simply gleamed down once again, shimmering in the sweat dropped from the tortured "Assassin". Silence fell, and within seconds, the light above flickered, then went out completely. The camera then reducced to static, burning, but preparing to give life once again to another video. The screen was overtaken by a banner hung high over CZW over the past few months. A banner forced upon the fans and the locker room, with threat of termination. This was the black flag of Youthful Aggression, brandishing the famous mentality of being Straight Edge makes them better than you. The white X's hung still, inside of a room, away from the wind outside. The camera began to pull out, catching white-washed walls, a monitor slightly in frame. This was "The Factory", the indoctrination facility of YA. A place of horrors for the poisoned society. The camera focused for a few more seconds on the flag, before drifting down to the left in a diagnol fashion. White simply passed by with the walls, but the further down the cameras fell, the less pure white we saw. Red specks littered the wall, becoming more bountiful in number the further down the wall it traveled. A whimpered was heard, followed by the sound of mucus retreating back into the nostrils. The sounds of tears, of suffering. As the camera reached the final location of it's journey, we came to find the same to men we saw previously, now in a different, yet perhaps even more disturbing position. Ryan Shane, still dawning the white gear and the mask from before, sat on the floor, leaning against the wall behin him. His pure white clothing from before were stained white in random location by an unknown substance, quickly identified by the second man in the frame. Knox Harper layed close to motionless next to Ryan, his head resting on the chest of "The Straight Edge Curse" as Ryan held his arm around it, as if cradling his own child or a younger brother. The red substance was the crimmson blood of Harper flowing freely from his forehead, a wound placed almost identically to that of Ryan's. Harper's lip quivered, his tears forming streams, his muscles pulsing from the uncontrollable pain. Ryan simply looked down at Knox, his careless voice eminatting from behind his mask. "Do you see what you made me do? Do you all see the consequences of your actions? It's times like this that I hate being the only person in this world of darkness with the ability to walk in the light. This is justice and no matter who you are, what you are, you are not above justice. Poor Knox, he was just a victim of a false idol, and unfortunate circumstance." Ryan's hand ran over the head of Knox Harper, perhaps trying to comfort him. With a shift, the chain normally found around Ryan's neck dangled out, his "Crucifixion Spike" hung on the end, half-glimmering in it's steel, the other have dulled with the red lifeforce found elsewhere in the room. This was by Ryan's hand! The very man who's pain he's trying to calm was inflicted by his own will! "The problem is simple, every single member of this locker room is missing a necessary thing to be a warrior as we are. They're missing honor. Honor is key in becoming great, key in being victorious in battle. I know honor, I live by it, and when my honor is damaged, I do the honorable thing, and inflict damage in return. Only one man could have been seen physically inflicting damage, but there were multiple offenders. Knox Harper had no honor, but with my guidance and echniques taught to me by Axel St.James himself, I've shown him the light, through inflicting the darkest of pain. Brian Kirkland has no honor, and I taught him that lesson by doing exactly what he had done for me, nothing. I watched on as his helpless body was tossed between the Beautiful Agony members like a cheap whore, and I savored every moment. However, unlike Knox, there is still more to be taught, and one day it shall be. I guess that brings me to my designated target this week, "Psycho" Sam Attic." Ryan now cast his attention on the camera infront of him, though it could have been easily mistaken, for the mask distorted his every facial expression, hiding his true feelings from the world. The camera zoomed out a bit more, now catching the shimmer of the CZW X-Division championship, Ryan's "Excalibur", and his prize from the vicious war he fought in the X-Chamber. "A typical little fish in a big pond is Mr.Attic, but I have to say I respect his drive. Even in defeat, Attic sought out to inflict damage, send a message. He lived by the phrase my Father taught me about making an impact. You find the biggest, baddest guy you can see, and you knock him out, and that's exactly what he attempted to do, but Sam forgot about one thing. How impressive is killing a Lion when he was asleep? It's not. Sam, you only did two things that night, prove that you can only handle me when I've been attacked, battered, beaten, fatigued..........." Ryan brought up his free hand, pretending to pull an invisible rope around his neck up into the air. "...and tighten the noose that was placed around your neck by Theresa Baines. Before it was only tight enough to hurt, to render you unconscious long enough to end my annoyance, but now, now this rope-woven Python will snap your vertabrae, cut off the signals from your corroded mind to the rest of your blackened body, and not only end your life, but scratch out a piece of the Fiscus clan. Then again, you wouldn't know it, because Sam Attic is a liar. He has no honor, simply because his words do not meet his demeanor. Sam, you're such a proud Fiscus, aren't you? You're proud of your heritage, your power here in CZW, right? Then why did you change your name? Why mask your real identity, when you have nothing to hide? It's because you're weak. You're not worthy of associating yourself with a champion like your brother. You're the Matt of this situation, but you won't even have the success he had. You're going nowhere fast, head first into the void of unimportance, and I'll place that final nail in your coffin in the Conseco Fieldhouse." Knox began to act up again, pain shooting through his neck into his body from the Spike wound. Ryan patted his head, shushing him, and attempting to comfort his victim. "Sam you should be proud of your family, proud that you even had one. You had a Father, a Brother. Your name should be a gift, yet you hide behind it. Mhy name is a scar inflicted on me at birth. My name is the unholy remainder of a demon that once walked this land, yet I remain under it's tyrancy. Like the triple six mark of Damien, I wear the name Ryan Alistar Shane as my destiny, knowing that no matter how much I evolve, how much I advance my life, I'll still become the demon I'm meant to be, and at Overdrive, that destiny will be fulfilled, as my other fate was sealed at Summer Showdown. I will show you the light, Attic, show you that even the most powerful empire dies out, and falls under the driving snow." Knox screamed in pain, the tears finally bursting from the ducts in his eyes. Ryan turned his attention back to his "brother", his Youthful Aggression partner, rubbing his hair again and cradling him further. "Shhhhhh,shhhhhh. It's all right, Knox, it's all right, the wrong has been righted. It's over. All is forgiven.............." With that, the camera began to fade, catching the erie calming ritual on camera, before it faded away into nothing. The last words being spoke through the shadows reflected the convulsion of love, hatred, wisdom, and savagery in the composure of Ryan Shane in one whisper. "....All is Forgiven." |
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