"A mask of gold hides all deformities."
-Thomas Dekker
Black Dragon…
Masters continues the offence by mounting on top of Black Dragon and hits some hard fists on the masked vigilante, the referee counts up to three and Masters stops because of the potential to get disqualified so he stops, he tries to do some more punches but Dragon blocks with a hard forearm, which dazes his opponent and allowed Dragon the chance to get back up.
I feel like I know you…
Masters is beginning to feel the momentum gaining and gets Dragon back to vertical basis and locks him ready for a bulldog, he goes for it but Dragon lifts him up and drops him back with the Darkness Falls, a version of the Northern Lights Driver and goes for the pin, 1……2……3.
…from another life.
Harrys: Here is your winner, Black Dragon.
The scene opens up to a shot of
Chris K.O. in a crimson leathered chair. He is digging out dirt from underneath his finger nails as he sits silently in an office room. The room is small and resembles an old school principal’s office. In front of Chris is an interesting bureau Mazarin desk, but even more interesting than that is the man who is behind it. Muttered words fill the airwaves as
Ty Burna softly spins in his onyx leathered chair. A phone is pressed tightly to his ear as he goes over business terms with the receiving end. Chris begins to watch his unknowing master and thinks to himself.
I have long proclaimed that titles in the WZCW hold no value to me. My aspirations are of change, and not gold. This has been a creed since my emergence, but Ty has made it his quest to drill that belief out of psyche. I have been to his office every other day since he told me about my match with Black Dragon. I would come in and say “I’m still not sold on this idea.” He would respond by chuckling to himself and telling me to think it over and come back another day. This cycle has continued for ten days. Now, my fifth time in his office and he hopes to win me over yet.
Very well then. Just get it done!
Ty removes the phone from his ear and kills it with a slight of hand. He rests the phone on the antique desk and then brings his cupped hands to his lips. His red eyes glow beautifully as he stares at his young protégé. The room is quiet, but who will fire the first shot?
Christopher. How have you been?
The days treat me well my lord.
Ty smiles and leans back in his leathered chair.
So, have you chosen to heed my advice and come to terms with what I have planned for you?
I still do not see why it is so vital for me to win this championship.
I’m glad you asked.
Ty leans forward and stands up from his office throne. He pushes the chair into the desk’s kneehole and allows himself some space. Behind Ty is a giant shelf that houses three glass cases. Each one holds a replica WZCW belt. The middle case holds the coveted WZCW World Heavyweight Championship belt as it separates the Mayhem and Eurasian Championship. Ty holds out his hand to gesture at them.
Do you see this Chris? This is how it began. This is how chaos started.
Ty’s eyes begin to molest the trophy shelf as Chris has his own fixed solely on the Eurasian replica.
That one.
Ty notices Chris’ gaze. He reaches up and pulls the Eurasian Championship glass case off of the shelf. He sets the case on the desk and removes the belt with delicacy.
This belt had never known a touch before my own. A “virgin” if you will.
Ty smiles as he places the title on his shoulder. He begins to rub the center piece as he speaks.
It was at Civil Revolution in 2009. Drake Callahan and I met in the final bout of a tournament to decide her first bearer. Needless to say, I destroyed him and obtained my first taste of gold in the WZCW. It was a moment that foreshadowed my years of dominance in this company, and it all began with this very piece of metal.
Stand up.
Chris slowly rises from his chair as Ty grabs his arm and pulls him in front of a full-size mounted mirror that is hanging on the wall. Chris looks at his reflection as Ty stands behind him.
At Meltdown 68, you will face Black Dragon for the WZCW Eurasian Championship. I am curious Christopher; do you believe that you can actually beat him?
Chris slants his eyebrows as he responds bluntly.
Of course. Let us not forget that I grew up with him in this company. I shared his sweat in the ring and basked in his scent in the locker room. It has been nearly eight months since I last met him in the ring for a one on one encounter. An inaugural match for both of us; back then he had his mask, and I had mine. But now mine is removed, but still he veils his strength with his. That is his flaw. That is his weakness. I am a new entity.
Ty smiles and hovers his head above Chris’ right shoulder. Chris watches him in the mirror as Ty begins to whisper into the air.
So… will you go on to Meltdown 68 and regain what is rightfully mine?
Chris begins to conjure up his creed against the capturing of gold, but the thought does not reach his mind. The opposition has been decimated.
Yes…
Ty laughs as he removes his head from above Chris’ shoulder. Chris is unable to see Ty in the mirror, but continues to hear his whispering voice.
The Ouija Scroll has prophesied that you will exceed all that I have done. In order for that to happen, you must accomplish all that I have done. So we will begin with this…
The Eurasian title slowly begins to unravel from behind Chris and drapes over his right shoulder. The belt sparkles in the mirror as Chris views it lustfully.
What was mine… will now become yours.
The camera shows Ty walking back to the desk as he begins to place the glass case back on the shelf.
Chris smirks as he looks at the belt in the mirror. He begins to examine the belt from top to bottom, but suddenly something catches his eye. The corner of an envelope is sticking out of Chris’ right pants pocket. He quickly snaps out of his trance as he glances over at Ty. He is relieved to see that Ty is still positioning the case on the shelf. He pushes the envelope deeper into his pocket and proceeds to remove the draped title from off of his shoulder. Without a word, he walks over to Ty and hands him the replica belt. Ty places the belt back into its case as Chris watches him.
King Shabba and Ale, two men who entered this world with us. Now, both of them are gone. We are the last of our breed, Dragon. You have bested me on a handful of occasions, but that was in a different life. I now seek what you hold dearly to your chest. I now seek what you hope to abstain from wicked men. You are deceived and you will be removed from what is not rightfully yours. What was his….will now become mine.
The scene goes black.