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| Topic Started: Jan 7 2011, 02:28 AM (89 Views) | |
| Mortius | Jan 7 2011, 02:28 AM Post #1 |
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The locker room is brilliant white, well kept. Every locker seems new, every bench untarnished. Right now though it is full to capacity. With Overdrive just finished all men are quick to get changed and move along, one more time hitting the road, one more tour of house shows. One more time, for the present, to see Japan before the final Pay Per View and their return to the states. With the television recording over there is a few hours to spare, and no one wants to spend it in the lockers. Rushing around, getting showered, changed. Stars walking in and out at every turn, and through all this one stoic figure on the bench, already changed, black hoody on, hood down, hair spread over his bowed head. Mortius lets the world fly by without his own intervention. His bag sits by his side, a larger bag than usual, larger in preparation for carrying something extra with him, a space that is left unfilled. The minutes roll by as does the bustle when another figure is sitting next to Mortius. Eddie Rowan has the title over his shoulder as he lays a hand compassionately on Mortius' shoulder Well fought out there man No... it wasn't. Eddie, my minds not been in it for weeks. It was almost like i wasn't even out there tonight Hey, you did well. All of us did You and Buzzsaw and Pablo did, yeah, you all put in the effort. Something that i just couldn't do. You really deserved that win Thanks, so if you're heads not in it, what are you going to do? Wallow? 'cause Mortius, that doesn't sound like you dude Mortius looks up at Eddie, a haunted look in his eye. He stares at his friend, and as he does so his eyes seem to clear You know what, you're right. It's not me, i'm going to have to find a way through this That's more like it man. Look i got a few things to do right now, but we'll meet up later, celebrate my win Yeah... sounds good Eddie stands up and looks down at Mortius, he opens his mouth to say something, but seems to think better of it and slings his bag over his shoulder, walking away. Mortius looks up, past everything in the room, his eyes more steely then before. He picks up his bag and strides confidently past everything and everybody on his way to exit the arena ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- And so the Demon controlled the village, and everyone under his reign remained afraid. They had sacrificed their all to get rid of the powerful man to be left with an even greater force. The villagers toiled the soil and planted their grain under his watchful eye and in fear. 'Who can save us' they cried, for indeed it was that the demon was the only one great enough to deal with their last foe, there was now no one to vanquish the demon and so they lived in fear for the remainder of their lives Three generations past until a young boy was born, his afflictions were great, he could not hear and could not see. The villagers left him to his work, he was taught to lift, used as but a mule throughout his life and at the age of thirty was the mightiest of all men in the village He knew not of his might, or indeed what might was. He knew not of the taunts or the ridicule he was surrounded by. This mule knew not fear. As such he could not know of the Demon that ruled over the land. Whatever was put in his hand he lifted, he was lead and when he stopped he dropped his load. The mule had not escaped the Demons notice, though he had no need for such strength as he himself could take all on, it did not do to let the fact that others possessed it to escape his notice. So it was that he ordered the mule to live with him, setting him menial tasks and always kept him under guard The villagers seen the close proximity that the mule had gained to the demon and the elders struck a plan. A chance to rid themselves once and for all from this tyrannical reign In the close of night they sent message to the guards, who knew nothing but the Demons reign, but knew also of the greatness of its death. So they took the mule to the topmost crag on the mountain at the foot of which the Demon slept. They ordered him to lift the top of the mountain The mule tried with all him might. He had never encountered anything he could not lift, pain never before felt racked through his body at the effort of lifting the mountain top. HIs muscles seized but he refused to give up, as he didn't know it was possible to do so. After hours of effort the sun began to rise and the villagers knew that their window had passed as they approached the mule to lead him away a mighty crack was heard throughout the world and the mountain top was lifted above his head. The Demon, awoken by the sun and the crack, looked to the mountain and gave a mighty howl Incensed the Demon raced up the mountain and the villagers grew afraid, but one stepped forward as the demon grew near and turned the mule around to face the oncome. He tapped the mules shoulder which was the cue to drop, and drop he did. The mountain top rolled down the mountain, the Demon getting caught by it as it made its decent. Finally it was over, At the bottom lay a mass of rubble, the village was all but destroyed, but the elders had evacuated it through the night And the Demon lay dead under the rock. The villagers rejoiced for 30 nights, one for every year the mule had lived. Their Village was rebuilt and the mule lived out his days lifting and carrying, for that is all he knew Mortius looks up from the book of Shadows, placed now on a small glass table in his current hotel room. His eyes are bright and his voice chorus' through the walls of his well-lit white room I must be as the mule. Blind to the onslaught of my torturous thoughts and deaf to the voice that haunts my days. I have forgotten how mighty i am because of self-doubt. I have missed opportunities and my resolve has been weakened. NO MORE. I have two weeks to focus myself. Find Mortius, not for the moment, but for the fullness, for the remainder. Anger shall not be my guide, only i can do this, and i shall. Extreme Intervention i fight alongside four men and on that night i REFUSE to be the weak link. I will not be the cancer in their heart. I will find a way to defend CZW. I walk in shadow, and i have forgotten what that means. I must focus all my energies in overcoming myself and help CZW retain its foothold over the Renegades. Mortius lays the page of the Testament back into the box, closes the lid and closes his eyes. Deep in concentration as the scene fades out ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The camera opens into a room, small. The sparse light managing to reach the corners with ease, illuminating it into a thousand shades of yellow. The center of the piece is taken up by the looming shape of Mortius. He is kneeling in the center of the room, his long sleeveless leather coat splayed out around him on the floor, hiding his knees. He has a look of deep concentration, his soul, vibrant and angry, seeping through his gaze as he looks straight into the lens of the camera. In front of Mortius is the source of the light, five black candles lay in front of him. Each one freshly lit, the excess wax, melted in the heat of the flame, barely even starting to cascade over the sides. Mortius averts his eyes from the camera and instead looks down to the candles, spaced out equally and positioned in a slight arch following the contours of Mortius' coat. Mortius looks from one candle to the next, breathing in the smoke that the burning wick is releasing into the air. After he has looked back and forth along the row his eyes settle on the candle on his far right. His focus now fixed, his eyes unwavering as the glow from the flame reflect into his deep eyes giving his pupils the impression that they have a life of their own. He stays silent as he contemplates the flame, the tension building, his body unmoving. Finally he speaks, when he does he does not direct his comments to the camera, but rather to the candle itself. His voice is vibrant, rich and full, though the volume is low it nevertheless fills up the entire room, adding bass and resonance to his vocals. First we have you, Sam Attic. What can i say to you, a man i know so little about, a man who is so far below my radar i didn't even notice that you had been fired, nor that you were in the Renegades. It's true, i shall admit it. You are a nonentity to me. I believe that you are related to Alan Fiscus in some way, brother, cousin, bastard offspring... it matters not. It seems that you are only known through your association with him, at least to me. I have to face you at Extreme Intervention and i can honestly say when i see you it could be for the first time or the tenth, and i'd never know the difference. Are you tall, short, big, small? I have no idea. Oh, i could research, i could dig around and find out. But the thing is Sam, if you were worthy of that kind of effort i'd already know everything about you. So now i face you as one of five, another match where you will fade into the background, overshadowed by names and presences much bigger than yours, on both sides. I have faced many challenges, i have reached the highest heights and the lowest lows, so people may think i go in at a disadvantage not knowing enough about you, but logically your impact in almost nonexistent, and that Sam Attic, is not a man to fear. So yes, i go in blind, but i do not go in dumb. You will be taken out of the equation, just as i have taken bigger men out. Those who have stretched themselves and do not coyly shy away under the umbrella of family. I care not for you nor your kin, and if by chance we meet in the ring at the same time i shall see you as another faceless entity that i have beaten, time and time again. When pain racks through your body and clouds come over your eyes, when you wake from your coma and remember the hurt and anguish that i made you feel then every twinge, every mark that fades on your road to recovery will bear my name. No Sam Attic, i do not know you, but i promise you this, by the end of Extreme Intervention you will NEVER forget me. Mortius reverently bring an ungloved hand up from his side and hovers it above the candle, slowly he lowers it, giving the flame chance enough to lick at his skin and he closes it down over it. Starving it of oxygen, extinguishing it's light. Without flinching Mortius balls his hand into a fist and lays it once more by his side. Mortius shifts his body closer to the opposite end of the row. The candle to his far right now takes up his full focus. Once more he falls silent and contemplates the flame, letting it's light enter his head, almost fusing with it's essence in front of our eyes before he once again starts to speak. Sawyer. Good old J.A. What to say to you. Well to start with you surprised me when we last battled a few weeks ago. I have fought you before and thought i knew what to expect when that bell went. What i received instead was anything but. We brought to those fans something that men of our stature seldom do. We gave them a wrestling match. I walked away from that bout with pride Sawyer, i walked out of that ring feeling that i had actually showcased myself, wrestled a match and gave the fans something to talk about for a long time. And i think you feel the same. If ever anyone says that big men can only punch, kick and hit high impact i believe that match will quell the naysayers. We have a history that goes way back, we have both won and lost against each other, but that is the first time i have ever seen you as a true opponent. I talked you down when i was building that match, i said you didn't belong in there with me. I don't know if it was Japan, or my words, or a combination of the two but you went out there and proved me wrong. So for that match Sawyer, i thank you, few people give me that glow of pride when i finish a match, satisfaction yes, but not pride. So once again, thank you. On to Extreme Intervention however. On that night there will be no time to showcase, no time to move and counter, on that night i will come in like a demon from hell, i will hit you hard, fast, and put you down. In that match we had you surprised me yes, but still at the end i stood victorious. I stood with my hand raised and I stood with my head held high. This night will be no different. I have grown and progressed from my first entry here in CZW. I know who i am and what i am capable of. I walk in shadow and it steels my resolve. If we stand toe to toe on that night then i will once again cast you down Sawyer. The Renegades will fall and though you have impressed me you stand on the wrong side. I will help lead CZW to victory and show you final defeat and if it is at your expense. Then so be it. Mortius once again lifts his hand and lets it fall slowly over the flickering flame, shielding its light and killing it. When he lifts his hand the room is darker with the lack of the two flames. Mortius is thrust more into shadow and the room is no longer fully illuminated, the dark creeping down the walls to swallow the light that was. Mortius look to his right to the next candle and starts again his ritual of staring into it. His thought process unknown as his commune with the fire continues. When he breaks his silence his voice is lower, but no less intrusive to our ears. The bass is low and the passion evident in his words Justin Marsham... Justin... Marsham. Now there is a name i never expected to hear again, and if i did, certainly not in the same breath as the Renegades. Marsham, we have never fought, never. We have never met eyes across the ring with the knowledge that we will soon be putting each other through hell, testing each others limits in a struggle to prevail. I am glad that that is going to change. With the way this match works there is every chance we will not be in the ring at the same time., but if i have a message to my fellow teammates this match let it be this. When Marsham is in the ring... tag me. Yes, i want you man on man. How dare you? How dare you turn your back on CZW. Where do you get off thinking that you have a right to join the renegades cause? You didn't even have the decency to be around when the Damage plan was in effect. You were no victim of it, no, you may not have left this company on the best of terms, but that has happened with many, and many have returned from that. Where does that give you the right to wage war on us you self-righteous bastard? I agree with the Renegades cause, i have made no secret of that, but not their methods. You though, you think after being away for so long that you can just come back and join in a battle that has NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU? You arrogant piece of shit. Oh, i know the Renegades think they got a coop when they managed to procure your services, but you're just the sort of selfish prick who would turn your back on them if the feeling took you. You have proved that. The roster have never hurt you, yeah, you can have beef with Damage all you want, very very few don't. So we get punished because YOU feel hard done by? Marsham, you should have stayed away because you've embroiled yourself in something that doesn't concern you, and for that i WILL be gunning for you, i will show you that no amount of technical finesse will held when i'm compressing your skull into your god damned spine. You are one of the worst offenders Marsham, and will be punished as such. My master has taught me center, he has taught me the shadow is the space between, not bad, not good, not right or wrong, but truth. And the truth is, Justin Marsham, you are GUILTY, guilty of being self-serving, guilty of joining a war that was not yours to join, and guilty of hurting those for a convoluted purpose. The punishment?.... ME Mortius, angry, pushes his hand quickly into the wick of the candle, smothering the flame and imprinting his palm into the dark wax. He lifts his hand and keeps it level and flat, a few inches from the surface of the dead candle, after a few seconds he balls his fist and the now hardened wax crumbles and falls into the candle below before he once again lets his hand drop to his side. He moves himself around so he is directly in front of the far right candle. Looking down he seems to center his breathing, which had grown rapid and harsh. Slow now he look on to the second last candle, basking in it's glow before, in a more settled tone, he starts to speak Now for you Jesse Montana. I have had no dealings with you since my return. In fact the last time i remember us being in contact was during a cage match with Cage Stryker. A man you had a personal issue with, and a man you used me against. At the time we actually talked about joining forces, do you remember? We were on the cusp of greatness, i was to be your muscle, and you were to lead me to greatness. Then it all crashed down, i had to leave, i had to go and find myself and i cut myself off from you and everyone else i knew. It nearly happened though. My mind was twisted, i thought what you offered had merit. Didn't stop to think of others, or indeed my own future, only darkness was in me, and a chance to inflict pain, a chance to hurt others with no focus, no consequence. I walked with evil and inside i was broken and unhappy. No more though, i took the time i needed, i found myself and a lot more. Now i see your offer for what it was, just another way for you to warp others around you, to have another puppet. You didn't want and alliance, you wanted a bitch, and i was so blind and so warped with bitterness that i nearly fell for it. I have something special for you Montana, some special hell to place you in for attempting to control me. I see why you are in the forefront of the renegades, after all, it was you who lost the most. I hope Theresa Baines is keeping one eye open though, if she believes for one second that you are in this for anything other than regaining the power you once held. If she thinks you will blindly follow her for an independents pay. No, for you Montana it's not about the money, it never has been. Money is simply a consequence of the power, it's something that was there, but it's not what you care about, and i know that you want the Renegades to succeed, because if they did you would be ready with a knife the moment Theresas back was turned. No you are one of the worst things to happen to this business and you getting taken out of position was a good thing, the best thing. Not for one second should you believe that you will not be once of CZWs main focus' in this match. None of us want you back Montana, none of us want your games, your power trips or your shit, and if anything this war would be worth winning just to keep you out. I still do not understand why you have been included in this match, aren't you the weak link? For a long time you have preferred not to get your hands dirty, in fact i cant remember the last time you were in a sanctioned match. You are the one with the most ring rust, you are the last person that should have been included. As such you will be easy prey, i would say you should pray not to get into the ring with me, but all five of us are the greatest threat to you. Yes, you will be taken out Jesse Montana, and each and every one of us hopes it is permanent. Mortius raises his hand over the candle and a few more bits of wax debris still on his palm fall onto the flame, causing it to splutter before his hand finally closes and shuts out the light. As he places his hands once more to his side the shadows in the room take more control. Mortius shape now eerily lit by the one remaining candle and no corners in the room now evident, just a black backdrop framing Mortius' now twisted features. As he looks down on the last candle the shadows no longer seem wholly natural, instead it seems to emanate form Mortius himself, twisting and warping, shaping the scene. Every line on Mortius' face is evident and a haunted look enters his eyes as he surveys his last. His face seems to shake with emotion as does his voice when he speaks. Almost as if he is having to will the words out of his mouth Finally my demon. Finally my darkness. Finally my hell. I have been haunted since the Renegades entry into CZW, that first night. That attack, when i was rolled into that... Mortius voice trails off, his eyes on the candle but seeming to look through it, lost in his own thoughts. After a few seconds he tears himself out of his reverie and shakes his head. He focuses once more on the flame and continues Yes. That night. My Demon came to life, and has haunted me ever since. Looking over my shoulder, an OVERWHELMING fear of the dark. Feeling empty, done. Feeling that any moment any momentum i had gained could be ripped away by one appearance from you. Haunting my every moment, awake and asleep, no escape, NO way out. It's taken a long time, and no small amount of searching, within myself, my friends, the testament and now i know there is only one way to excorcise my demon. I have to destroy it... i have to destroy you Alan Fiscus. This match is my first chance to face you since i won the World Heavyweight Championship. This is my first opportunity to meet you face to face since THAT night. When i do i have to be honest with you, i don't know exactly how i'll react, i don't know if i can overcome you, but i shall tell you this, every fiber of my being will be fighting against the darkness, every ounce of my strength will be put into breaking this hold and if and when i succeed then you will have to face demons! I will bear everything onto you i will ignore all others and destroy you. You should hope that torment lasts, because if i break its grasp i WILL NOT STOP. It will take all four horsemen to pull me off and stop your apocalypse. You trapped me physically and mentally and i will DESTROY everything you are. I want to make you FEAR Alan Fiscus, i want to make it so that CZW is no longer your goal but a place to never tread, a place to run from. You have made me afraid and i promise i will make you feel the same in return. No mind games, no flickering lights, no appearing from nowhere. You will fear me in a much more primal way, because EVERY time you see me you will suffer so that the release of death will be a blessing. You make my mind retreat into itself when i think of you and what you did, and it has taken a lot to be able to get my mind right while on my own, when i face you i hope to be able to keep this resolve because if i do i know one thing is absolutely certain, this match will end one way, with ME beating YOU. I will face my Demon, i will face you. Mortius lifts his hand and hovers it over the final, center candle One thing is true though He lowers his hand gently onto the flame, letting it play over his hand until it is finally extinguished and all light is gone I'm not afraid of the dark anymore END SCENE |
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