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| Poetic Tragedy; ................................ | |
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| Topic Started: Sep 13 2010, 02:37 AM (152 Views) | |
| Axel St.James | Sep 13 2010, 02:37 AM Post #1 |
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The Following Video takes place on September Seventh, Two-Thousand Ten. It is a security camera recording from a mounted device in the corner of a patient's room in St. Vincent's Hospital. The occupying patient at the time's name: Robert Ramone. Static took the screen, burning into our minds and our ears for a brief moment, before clearing up to however clear a cheap security camera could be. As if from the view of a bird pertched on the molding in the room, the camera looked down over the entire hospital room, not letting any detail escape it's gaze. All was quiet, aside from the occassional beeping form the various machines that the ill-fated man who was laying in pain dead center of the patch of black and white tile. He was quite bandaged up, from chest down, as well as a seperate bandage over his right cheek to conceal a small laceration. His neck was in a brace due to severe trauma to the spinal column, but at this moment the sweet release of sleep had blocked off any pain he had been facing before. The door opened from just beneath the camera, and a nurse came in to do her rounds. He walked to the left side of the man's bed, studying his vital signs on the monitor next to her, before jotting the numbers down on the clipboard she carried with her, then exited the room, closing the door with enough care to make the minimal amount of noise. The red numbers in the bottom right-hand corner of the screen spelled out the time, 12:23 A.M. All went quiet again, then faded to black. [Static] FHRIVHVH957thrGNEROVEFNVVNOVNEVRHRG04u854t9y395gkerbvQu@+&+h&%@v&nfv45975oubtnf [Static] The screen became clear once again as the burning static disappated, bringing us back to the solemn sight of the the hospital room. Reading the time, one would find that two hours had passed since our last viewing, but this was far from a duplicated sight. While the man named Robert could be seen, plain as day, the cheap arm chair that had been placed next to his bed for visitors was still lost in the static, as if a stain on life itself. With a closer viewing, one could see movement within the static, the distortion serving as a shield from the viewers. The black blob behind the electric annomaly shifted it's weight, leaning closer to Robert before the entire screen erupted into a blast of static once again. [Static] HCEIVBVTOIVNN0EFVNTOVNDPEC#&$%()(&?*H0P3MFHCFFIFHCBDNDFHG7904895*$&@$(THFCddcjdbvu [Static] The static cleared away even faster than the first two times, Almost immediately, now revealing the entire room, if not but only a half-hour later. The figure once hidden behind a veil of static now stood in full view, looming over the bed, glaring at Robert from behind the lifeless eyes of the mask he wore. While his identity was all but certain, it was just something about the setting that made his presence even more ominous. The figure wore a black hooded jacket, reaching down to his lower thigh. His lower body was covered, not by the usual pair of pants or shorts, but by a strange black leather covering, stitched up on various areas to show that it was made from random scraps of leather. With the entire look, the man appeared as Death coming for the tortured soul of Ramone. The figure slowly shifted, turning it's form around to face the camera. Static his, then cleared. the figure stood a bit closer to the camera. Static again, the figure appears even closer. One last time, the figure appeared in full-form, it's head lowered to hide the mask it wore. The figure's head rose, slowly, before lookiing into the camera from behind what can be seen as a black mask, faceless aside from the eyes. The figures arms held straight out, forming a cross with it's own body. From pure silence, an ear-shattering cackle from what could be made out as a Raven or Crow sounded out, cutting the camera to a pitch black for the duration of five seconds, the lights ocming back on to reveal the room to be utterly empty, the heart monitor screaming out for a nurse to check up on the patient. Through the darkness of the low-powered camera, a pounding sound could be heard. The method of the beat continued, as it could be made out now as foot steps, where ever they were, in a large empty room. Abruptly the foot steps stopped, and all went still again. Nothing remains, all was gone, darkness controlled our sight, until in the blink of an eye, the light could be seen. A spotlight that is, as the scene was set as that of a theater, long lost to the hands of time. The marron curtains that hung on the stage, one time marvelous and extravegant, now were torn, dulled, meaningless. The wood of the stage had bee tortured and broken down, just like the two masks that hung high above the stage. Though one was smiling, at the sheer sight of them, one could tell that both masks should be in utter dismay. The camera began to pan to the left left, making a half-turn to where the audience of ghosts and memories sat, watching the never ending show of life. The spot light searched through the empty chairs, some missing from where they were due to the vandalism from teenagers with nothing better to do. As if planned, the spot light shot to the center of the middle balcony, banishing the shadows that rested the to reveal two figures. To see them better, the camera began to zoom in to it's full potential. Half-way up the scale, the figure to the right began to speak, not yelling, but his voice echoing through the empty room like thunder. "Many a year ago, the ancient Greek empire gave birth to art more beautiful than the very goddess of beauty Aphrodite that they worshiped. Sculptures depicting the gods and goddesses of Olympus, paintings bringing their viewers to far off lands and fierce battles of times long ago. All embodied creation at it's finest, but in reality, none held the title of greatest other than the play. Tales told by mask wearing actors of triumphs, and falls." The camera finally made it's way to catch the visage of both men, sitting side by side. One was the unconscious body of Robbie Ramone, still injured from the match he had at the last Overdrive. He wore the hospital gown he had been assigned, and was wearing at the time of his disappearance. His head fell back over the rest of the chair behind him, and he remained in his forced sleep. Next to him sat the man suspected of being his abductor, now identified. Axel St.James leaned forward in his chair, his elbows resting on his knees, his hands in a prayer position. The shroud he wore before had been replaced by an open jacket of a dark orange and black, something right out of a circus ring leader's closet. His bleached blonde hair had been dyed a deep black and fell down around his head as opposed to being slicked back as before. His silver eye-ring danced in the light, along with the moths awoken from their slumber in a strange aerial ballet. The leather covering he wore still remained though, confirming his actions. Axel looked straight into the camera with his eyes further defined from the black paint covering his eyes. "The most famous play ever put on were the tragedies. Essentric stories where a hero, who by some sick twist of fate, meets an end as a result of his own undoing. While in modern day society these are seen as horrible mockeries of life, the Greeks saw past that. They saw the beauty of this, the beauty of death and pain. While you see blood and terror, they saw a lesson learned, a prophecy fulfilled. At points, competitions were held where, in giant amphitheatres, men and women would sit through seven of these tragic tales, and would judge a winner based on skill. The man who dominated these competitions, Sophacles, a genius in his own right, able to spin tales like a fine silk. A personal favorite of his work is that of Oedipus Tyrannus". Axel's form did not shift, his body still seated perfectly still in his place in time, as if the world had froze around him. He unfolded his hands, now beginning to move them as he spoke. "Oedipus had traveled away from his Mother and Father out of fear of a horrid curse placed on him at birth, that he would kill his own Father and Marry his Mother. In order to end this fate before it began, Oedipus took off on a journey, traveling to the kingdom of Thebes. When he arrived, he found that the Kingdom had been taken over by an evil Sphinx, who would not let it's grasp go until one individual would solve it's riddle "What walks on four legs in the morning, two legs during the evening, and three at night?" Oedipus was an excellent solver of riddles,a nd did as such, declaring Man, crawling as an infant, walking on two legs in life, then with a cane at an old age. The Sphinx was banished, and Oedipus was declared the new King, wedding the wife of the former King, killed by a bandit on his own departure. A plague was soon cast on Thebes, the only way to lift it being to find the murderer of the former King, who remained within the city walls. Oedipus searched and searched, even calling to the blind prophet Terisias, who claimed he, the king himself, was the murderer. Oedipus refused to listen tot he knowledge of a blind man, and in a cruel twist, was indeed to be the murderer, the bandit to which killed the former King........his Father. His Mother and Wife fled into their home, hanging herself in shame, and Oedipus, gouging his eyes out, now truly blind, as he was blind to the truth." Axel looked over to Robbie Ramone, his cold, emotionless eyes piercing through the young man's flesh right down to his very quivering soul. "I've tied this into the upcoming event of Combat Zone wrestling. In this concept, this "Damage Control", the tragedy that is the life of Chris Tolwar will be played out, and the tragic hero will meet his ill-fated demise. You see, Christopher, the fates have spelled out a cruel end for you, and are waiting with sheers and your life thread in hand, awaiting the next episode of Overdrive. Just like the great King Oedipus, you will attempt to run from this, but only a fool would attempt to out run a god! This plague of agony has been casted down upon you, but you're blind to the truth that next Monday marks the end for you. Just as young Robert here was." Axel extended his right hand, patting robbie on the chest a few times, his unconscious guest not even stirring to the physical stimulation. Axel watched him for a bit, as if an artist studying a piece he had worked on for a time, satisfied with the end result. "Christopher, the mystery is solving itself rapidly. You came into this world on all fours, walked into CZW one two legs, will leave CZW on three, and lay down in the grave that has been dug for you due to your wicked destiny! Look around you, Tolwar! Those people you've traine dso hard to compete in front of, they're the next generation of blood thirsty art lovers, watching as I use my canvas to paint a masterpiece with your blood and guts! You were king of your world, but after I smack you down with the sick hand of fate, you will hobble out of CZW, banished to the far lands where not even the gods themselves will save you!" Axel began to stand up, turning away from the camera to his guest. "But I can save you. I saved him. When he awakens and returns to the world of the living, he will appreciate what he had even more." Axel lifted the body of Ramone up from the chair, then placed him over his shoulders in what many wrestling fans would know as a Fireman's carry position. He then turned to the camera, his weight not bother him at all. "Tolwar, your judgement is at hand. Two men will enter these hollowed grounds of CZW, and we both will leave, but I will leave as a CZW warrior and on my own two feet. you, you will leave in a body bag, never to be seen again. I just love to picture the look on a little old lady eating chipotle as she gets that call home saying "Ma'am, we have ba dnews. Your son has been killed". That is the end, Tolwar, and Nothing More." With that, Axel brought his arms out into the cross once again, bearing Robbie Ramone like another savior who did the same to a cross. The Raven cry callled out again, sending the video to a complete and total darkness. |
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