Viola Moonlight
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Deadline is Wednesday May 20, 2015 at 11:59 PM (Central Time). Extensions are available upon request.
AS 93: elegANT vs. Ty Burna (non-title)
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Deadline is Wednesday May 20, 2015 at 11:59 PM (Central Time). Extensions are available upon request.
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Ty Burna
Getting Noticed By Management
Hello?
Hello?
The silence was deafening as I made my way through my family's old home. The charred wood spoke well enough however, leaving no question what happened that fateful night. I was spared for whatever reason. My mother and father, they were killed in the inferno without so much as an idea what was happening. The firefighters said the blaze was suspicious, but ultimately they wrote it off as an accident. Perhaps it was, perhaps something darker was at play. I always assumed I was an unwitting slave to the Chaos. Maybe this path was set in place long before I was even aware enough to know better. I made my way through the rubble, entering what was once my old room. The toys were blackened and covered in soot, most unrecognizable, but I could remember what it looked like back then. It was the only time I felt safe. My innocence went down in the fire, life no longer was about being happy. It was about survival. I sat down on the frame of the bed, picking up a stuffed bear my mother had given me. Death filled the air in a way that could not be described. Over twenty years have gone by. What do I have to show for my good fortune? What karmic payback is due for me?
Don't matter. Gotta do what I gotta do. The past can haunt me all it wants to, I'll put the nail in the coffin and make my own way.
A masked man who believes himself capable of taking out the beast. He falsifies and hides the identity well known to the destroyer. Do not act so innocently and naive beliefs shall be of no use to you. The beast has destroyed a kingdom before the castle could be built. Who else but to fall to the image of a cretin's hope of justice? '
You walk along the broken road in hopes of mirroring the path taken by a beast. You wrap your head in burlap, suffocate your dreams in the sack you take solace in. Fear is what you wish to induce, however you do so upon a beast that only lives off instinct. Are you prepared for the savagery that awaits such insolence? Walk through the darkness like you have! You shall soon find the darkness unforgiving, giving no quarter to the false inheritor!
The beast paces back and forth, the faintness of light everlasting. It slams it's fist into the steel walls, laughter emanating through the bars hoping to hold it in. A cockroach crawls into the cell, seeking what food it can in such a rotting corpse of a building. The beast holds it's hand out, letting it walk along his hand and slowly up his hand. The only thing left in this world to withstand all dangers humans cower in fear of.
It hungers to feast upon the ruins of a cowering combatant. Another champion stands in front of him, wanting to stake their claim against the exalted. I have no need for your petty baubles and trinkets. The gentleman does not have the desire to kill, for to face such a beast you must be prepared to slay what you face. Cower. Cower before the superiority little ant. Because soon I shall tear you apart limb.....
The beast reaches down and slowly pulls an antennae from the head of the cockroach, the scream of the little insect filling the silence as it tries to scurry away. A smile forms on the beast, the ravenous fangs glinting in the moonlight.
from limb....
Soon it reaches to the other antennae, ripping it off emphatically as the screeching continues. The eyes glow red as the beast's smile grows wider, the cockroach screeching louder as it circles around with no direction.
And soon you shall no longer know reality little elegANT. Money has no meaning during the end of the world. For though you feign a humble personality, your possessions shall be nothing more than targets for scavengers. And those without shall grab hold of you, ripping at your clothes. Ripping at your very being as they desperately claw at what can hold value to their desperate minds. And what will you do? Will you hand out all you possess willingly? Or will you barricade yourself within your own little reality, wishing upon the wastelands to be nothing more than an aberration? To give is to be taken from completely, stolen from while you smile with false happiness. To horde is to wait for the bloody finale, your sanity and happiness sapping away slowly as the bloodthirsty ready the knife to your throat. But it will not be quick, oh no it could not be so easy for you.
The beast suddenly rips off the right wing off of the cockroach, the beast holding it up as his eyes go wide, the deranged becoming the control. His breath grows heavy as he throws his head back, laughing loudly as the screeching cockroach begins to grow faint.
The masses that adored you will skin you alive, wearing your carapace like false armor against the inevitable. Your antennas becoming the lash that force them into submission and bow down to the desecration laid out upon their precious lands. And yet you will stand their and smile, until the final piece....
He reaches down once more, ripping away the last vestige of the cockroach, the left wing now leaving it at it's most vulnerable. He throws it on the ground, the cockroach almost crying out in pain as the beast stands above it.
Is ripped from you, and you stand before the reaper himself, his scythe just above your head, and it's then you will feel the full effect of....
The beast stomps down on the cockroach, putting an end to it's misery as a guttural roar escapes from the beast. He grabs hold of the steel bars, pulling his face right up to them, only his glowing red eyes can be seen.
Desecration.
I walked out of my old house, duffel bag in one hand, gas can in the other. The bag dropped to the ground as I set the gas can down, and unzipping the bag revealed what I would need to gain my revenge. To find Arianna and put an end to this nightmare once and for all. I lived in near desperate poverty, just to put this ill gotten money away. Most would make their lives better, I knew it would come in handy some day. As I picked up a stack of hundred dollar bills, I flipped my thumb over them, the smell was so familiar, the temptations that came with it flooding back in that moment. I took a deep breath as I take a few hundred from the stack and put it in my pocket. The bag zipped back up, I look back at my house one final time.
Mom, Dad. I probably didn't turn out like you wanted me to. Hell I don't even know if you cared at all. But it'll make me sleep at night by telling myself you did. The fuck am I saying? This doesn't mean shit to anyone but me. Hell I don't even know if Arianna is real or not. Maybe I've finally woken up after ten years of hell and they decided to dump me off in the alley after I couldn't pay the bill. I mean, maybe I am a little crazy. After all.
I grabbed the Zippo out of my pocket, along with a cigarette and lit it up with a flick, inhaling slowly as the smoke rolled slowly into the night sky. I reached down and let the flame hit the ground, fire sparking up as it sped quickly towards the house. The past would be doused in fire, and I would blaze my own path in life. I lifted up the bag and held it over my shoulder as I walked away, the house igniting in flames once more, though this time of my own doing. WZCW was where that bastard was, it was time I made my presence felt.
They don't call me Ty Burna for nothing. Only this time, they'll know the name, Tyrone Blades.
Hello?
The silence was deafening as I made my way through my family's old home. The charred wood spoke well enough however, leaving no question what happened that fateful night. I was spared for whatever reason. My mother and father, they were killed in the inferno without so much as an idea what was happening. The firefighters said the blaze was suspicious, but ultimately they wrote it off as an accident. Perhaps it was, perhaps something darker was at play. I always assumed I was an unwitting slave to the Chaos. Maybe this path was set in place long before I was even aware enough to know better. I made my way through the rubble, entering what was once my old room. The toys were blackened and covered in soot, most unrecognizable, but I could remember what it looked like back then. It was the only time I felt safe. My innocence went down in the fire, life no longer was about being happy. It was about survival. I sat down on the frame of the bed, picking up a stuffed bear my mother had given me. Death filled the air in a way that could not be described. Over twenty years have gone by. What do I have to show for my good fortune? What karmic payback is due for me?
Don't matter. Gotta do what I gotta do. The past can haunt me all it wants to, I'll put the nail in the coffin and make my own way.
A masked man who believes himself capable of taking out the beast. He falsifies and hides the identity well known to the destroyer. Do not act so innocently and naive beliefs shall be of no use to you. The beast has destroyed a kingdom before the castle could be built. Who else but to fall to the image of a cretin's hope of justice? '
You walk along the broken road in hopes of mirroring the path taken by a beast. You wrap your head in burlap, suffocate your dreams in the sack you take solace in. Fear is what you wish to induce, however you do so upon a beast that only lives off instinct. Are you prepared for the savagery that awaits such insolence? Walk through the darkness like you have! You shall soon find the darkness unforgiving, giving no quarter to the false inheritor!
The beast paces back and forth, the faintness of light everlasting. It slams it's fist into the steel walls, laughter emanating through the bars hoping to hold it in. A cockroach crawls into the cell, seeking what food it can in such a rotting corpse of a building. The beast holds it's hand out, letting it walk along his hand and slowly up his hand. The only thing left in this world to withstand all dangers humans cower in fear of.
It hungers to feast upon the ruins of a cowering combatant. Another champion stands in front of him, wanting to stake their claim against the exalted. I have no need for your petty baubles and trinkets. The gentleman does not have the desire to kill, for to face such a beast you must be prepared to slay what you face. Cower. Cower before the superiority little ant. Because soon I shall tear you apart limb.....
The beast reaches down and slowly pulls an antennae from the head of the cockroach, the scream of the little insect filling the silence as it tries to scurry away. A smile forms on the beast, the ravenous fangs glinting in the moonlight.
from limb....
Soon it reaches to the other antennae, ripping it off emphatically as the screeching continues. The eyes glow red as the beast's smile grows wider, the cockroach screeching louder as it circles around with no direction.
And soon you shall no longer know reality little elegANT. Money has no meaning during the end of the world. For though you feign a humble personality, your possessions shall be nothing more than targets for scavengers. And those without shall grab hold of you, ripping at your clothes. Ripping at your very being as they desperately claw at what can hold value to their desperate minds. And what will you do? Will you hand out all you possess willingly? Or will you barricade yourself within your own little reality, wishing upon the wastelands to be nothing more than an aberration? To give is to be taken from completely, stolen from while you smile with false happiness. To horde is to wait for the bloody finale, your sanity and happiness sapping away slowly as the bloodthirsty ready the knife to your throat. But it will not be quick, oh no it could not be so easy for you.
The beast suddenly rips off the right wing off of the cockroach, the beast holding it up as his eyes go wide, the deranged becoming the control. His breath grows heavy as he throws his head back, laughing loudly as the screeching cockroach begins to grow faint.
The masses that adored you will skin you alive, wearing your carapace like false armor against the inevitable. Your antennas becoming the lash that force them into submission and bow down to the desecration laid out upon their precious lands. And yet you will stand their and smile, until the final piece....
He reaches down once more, ripping away the last vestige of the cockroach, the left wing now leaving it at it's most vulnerable. He throws it on the ground, the cockroach almost crying out in pain as the beast stands above it.
Is ripped from you, and you stand before the reaper himself, his scythe just above your head, and it's then you will feel the full effect of....
The beast stomps down on the cockroach, putting an end to it's misery as a guttural roar escapes from the beast. He grabs hold of the steel bars, pulling his face right up to them, only his glowing red eyes can be seen.
Desecration.
I walked out of my old house, duffel bag in one hand, gas can in the other. The bag dropped to the ground as I set the gas can down, and unzipping the bag revealed what I would need to gain my revenge. To find Arianna and put an end to this nightmare once and for all. I lived in near desperate poverty, just to put this ill gotten money away. Most would make their lives better, I knew it would come in handy some day. As I picked up a stack of hundred dollar bills, I flipped my thumb over them, the smell was so familiar, the temptations that came with it flooding back in that moment. I took a deep breath as I take a few hundred from the stack and put it in my pocket. The bag zipped back up, I look back at my house one final time.
Mom, Dad. I probably didn't turn out like you wanted me to. Hell I don't even know if you cared at all. But it'll make me sleep at night by telling myself you did. The fuck am I saying? This doesn't mean shit to anyone but me. Hell I don't even know if Arianna is real or not. Maybe I've finally woken up after ten years of hell and they decided to dump me off in the alley after I couldn't pay the bill. I mean, maybe I am a little crazy. After all.
I grabbed the Zippo out of my pocket, along with a cigarette and lit it up with a flick, inhaling slowly as the smoke rolled slowly into the night sky. I reached down and let the flame hit the ground, fire sparking up as it sped quickly towards the house. The past would be doused in fire, and I would blaze my own path in life. I lifted up the bag and held it over my shoulder as I walked away, the house igniting in flames once more, though this time of my own doing. WZCW was where that bastard was, it was time I made my presence felt.
They don't call me Ty Burna for nothing. Only this time, they'll know the name, Tyrone Blades.
Thriller Ant
Beep Bop Boop
The scene opens with elegANT pacing up and down a corridor in his mansion. At one end, his Elite X Championship sits upon a small table.
You have to be better than this. You are a champion now. You must be better. You are a champion.
When he reaches the end of the hall and turns, he notices the camera for the first time.
Oh, hello! Your Elite X Champion, elegANT here! I must assume that you heard what I was saying, so allow me to explain. This week on Ascension, I face Ty Burna. The same Ty Burna that might be the single most dominant and terrifying person in WZCW history. The last time I faced someone out of this mold, I was so scared that I nearly didnt show up for the match. But I did go to the ring that night. Even though I did lose to Dorian Slaughter that night, I learned something about myself.
elegANT pauses for a moment to walk to the other end of the hall to get his championship.
I learned that I had the confidence to stand in the ring against anyone else in WZCW. Without that match, I doubt that I would be the Elite X Champion now. When I step into the ring with Ty, I will be a bit scared. I will be the underdog. But I am the Elite X Champion and Ive never been better. On Ascension, its time for this gentlemanly insect to show he is truly one of the best WZCW has to offer.
The scene fades to black.
You have to be better than this. You are a champion now. You must be better. You are a champion.
When he reaches the end of the hall and turns, he notices the camera for the first time.
Oh, hello! Your Elite X Champion, elegANT here! I must assume that you heard what I was saying, so allow me to explain. This week on Ascension, I face Ty Burna. The same Ty Burna that might be the single most dominant and terrifying person in WZCW history. The last time I faced someone out of this mold, I was so scared that I nearly didnt show up for the match. But I did go to the ring that night. Even though I did lose to Dorian Slaughter that night, I learned something about myself.
elegANT pauses for a moment to walk to the other end of the hall to get his championship.
I learned that I had the confidence to stand in the ring against anyone else in WZCW. Without that match, I doubt that I would be the Elite X Champion now. When I step into the ring with Ty, I will be a bit scared. I will be the underdog. But I am the Elite X Champion and Ive never been better. On Ascension, its time for this gentlemanly insect to show he is truly one of the best WZCW has to offer.
The scene fades to black.
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