The scene opens to a broken down chapel. Brick walls crumbling down around themselves surround an opened room, torches illuminating the dismal surroundings. In the center, a single woman sits, her hair ragged and her clothes patchwork. A white mask adorns her face and a black violin in her grasp. She lifts up her bow and begins playing a slow and haunting melody, filling the chasm of silence within the temple. Heavy foot steps suddenly echo amid the tone of the violin. The camera turns towards the foot steps and reveals Ty Burna standing in front of an altar, the WZCW World Heavyweight Championship resting upon it. Ty's head is lowered as his arms are spread out and his hands pressed down firmly on the altar.
Ty: On this eve, I await those that wish to claim my WZCW World Title. They speak their ill intent towards me, saying they will steal my title, they will prove they are better than me, in fact I believe one may claim he is already. Their words represent a confidence, confidence that they know is required in order to face down the very darkness that envelopes them even as they claim to be in perfect position to defeat it. Do you feel it, Austin? And does the same go for you Showtime? Do you feel it is your moment to ward away the darkness? To dispel the illusions you have decided are nothing more than parlor tricks? Will it be your time to rise up and lead WZCW into a new day, a new era, and to bring light upon the shadows that alliterate your demise?
The a cappella of such voices carries no bass, therefore they are weak and drowned out by the power of the rhythm.
Redemption, a mere term, yet an ideal that may bring out the best in those that wish it, and also an ideal that may bring out the evil in a man's heart. What path will my two opponents choose? Will they walk the dark path, entering my very realm where I claim dominion over all that I see? Or shall they walk the razor thin line above the rift of eternal fire? At what cost will they reach out, merely for the opportunity to take what I have destroyed countless others for? For you see they do not understand the balance! They believe themselves to be the yin to my terrible yang, yet they forget. They forget that I am in perfect control, that their fates have been chosen. The die cast, they await what the Ouija has directed. But yet, it is foolish they claim! Foolish to believe in a mere "toy", yet they understand nothing of its accuracy. I have been down the same path ever since Unscripted last year, I have been down the same path since winning the Eurasian Championship, and that path is the journey to becoming World Heavyweight Champion.
Ty lifts his head up, his eyes glowing dark red as he stares into the camera. He raises his arms into the air, palms upward into the air. The violinist continues playing her dark melody, her bow moving vigorously across the strings as it calls out to every corner of the room.
As the daylight falls, and the night sky rises, will the maestro take charge of the orchestra, leading the audience through the hills and valleys of a tale told so many times before?
Two opponents, both fallen under the pressure of facing the greatest WZCW World Champion. Showtime was to be my greatest threat, and while he did everything in his power, it was all in vain as I broke him yet again. Reynolds, a man who believes himself worthy of facing me for the World Title, yet in his first match in a bid to claim that right, he failed. The risks he took were too much, and soon he was under foot once more, begging to be released from the suffering I inflicted. Everything to lose, and yet all I have to gain is yet another victory over warriors that have proven to be less than adequate against my assault. I will not be taken so lightly gentlemen! As you can clearly see I my focus is only on keeping this.
Ty reaches down and lifts up the WZCW World Heavyweight Championship, slowly raising it high into the air. The torches flicker as if an unheard breeze enters the temple. The violinist's pace suddenly slows, the drawn out chords tantalize the open air as she lowers her head, tears of blood coming down her white mask before slowly dripping down onto the floor.
As it is, I am neither the hero nor the villain in this charade. Reynolds may have the fans attention now, yet it is my unyielding will that has gained my followers. It is those followers that have seen the dominance, the unbreakable warrior trumping all enemies, and their loyalty undying. Reynolds, what will it be like when you falter, when your fans, your friends, when everyone abandons you as you never gain the glory you seem to believe yourself deserving of? They are your weakness, just as Constantine and Showtime proved over and over again. As you watched your loved ones fall by the wayside, your mind unraveled, your glory sapped away by a mere peasant as Constantine, and I find it humorous, a man who needs to threaten to run a man over in order to win a match takes offense to me helping him win a match the way I did? Such hypocritical stances angers me Reynolds, something you certainly wish to have no part of.
The cadenza will showcase one of superior skill, rendering mute the rest of the sections. As the performer stands tall among his peers, they have no choice but to bow in reverence to the master of the instrumental.
Ty slowly walks around the altar, the WZCW World Heavyweight Championship still in his grasp. He slowly walks down the aisle, his voice deepening in tone. The torches continue to flicker at a steadier pace, casting shadows along the crumbling brick walls. The violinist continues to stare down at the floor, the tears of blood continuing to drip down the mask. The violin's pitch lowers, keeping in tone with Ty's voice.
Of course, I must mention my dear friend Showtime. We have done this dance far too many times, and the ending chorus has reached it's final breath. This must end at Redemption David. I grow tired of your incessant babbling and your alleged psychosis. What is the matter David? Have I finally broken you to the point of no return? Are there no more pieces to pick up and put back together? Well then let us shatter what remains of your fragile psyche, and see what nonsense we can expect from you. Just remember, even as you fake taking those pills, it will be those same pills that will be your only solace as you drift away into the miasma of Chaos. Even as your friends create false hope inside your mind you continue to deteriorate until you are nothing more than my puppet, a mere figure that will dangle in the wind, until the final cut is made, and you are lost to the darkness.
And as the crescendo rises, in altissimo does the true champion awaken, rising above the octave that the meager wallow in.
My reign over WZCW has become the standard for which all others will gaze up to. They will ponder, contemplate about how I could bring down destruction upon all my enemies, how no matter the circumstance I end up as the victor. Redemption will be just the same, another chapter in a book that has repeated the same ending over and over again. As the fallen wish for the pain to subside, and as the vanquished curse my name upon demons, I will stand tall, the WZCW World Heavyweight Championship in my hand. It is not in order that I reign supreme, but in the Chaos such a match as this will create. It as it was at the Lethal Lottery, Gordito and Barbosa forced to watch me as my hand was raised in victory, their bodies broken and their egos crushed. A lesson both Austin and Showtime should take due diligence in studying. I simply do not die. I refuse to lay down and watch as a false prophet, a false savior takes away my most cherished prize. Your threats fall upon the emptiness that surrounds me, the Chaos laughing at your supposed ideals of showmanship and honor. There is no honor to those that fight with such, only those that the choir of flames speaks through may claim ultimate and complete control.
Ty continues walking down the aisle until he stops in front of the violinist. The violinist slowly turns her head towards him as Ty leans down and wipes away the tears of blood. The mask remains stained, yet the remaining blood begins to swirl on the mask, moving towards her forehead and soon begins to form an all too familiar symbol.
The audience watches in sorrow, as the lamentoso composition begins to draw out the story of the fallen challengers, forever complementing the magnifico rhythm created by the champion.
And so it is thus, they have found no other capable of defeating me. Test after test I have passed, even as they put the only man who could defeat me in my way, I scaled all obstacles. Now they have no choice but to put me in a disadvantageous position, to once and for all end my reign. Austin Reynolds, and Showtime Cougar, two men of their own accord. Jealousy, envious, proud, and boastful. Traits that I will soon reveal to be nothing more than fallacious confidence, they have proven nothing against me. Time after time I have victimized Showtime, driven him to the lap dogs of insanity, only to watch him return as the gnat he truly is, biting at my ankles and hoping for me to pay attention. Even going as far as kidnapping Serafina and turning her against me, yet it has mattered not. You have nothing left Cougar, your one major plan failed as I made you tap. As for you Reynolds, you wish to take out your own redemption, no, revenge against Cougar. You want to take the title away from him more so then taking it from me. You walk with a sense of entitlement, knowing full well that I will unleash a hell you have not been through. You have only seen the beginning of my powers Reynolds, you have not seen what I am truly capable of when you wish to take away what is mine!
The blood completes its art, the chaos symbol begins to glow violently atop the mask of the violinist, her bow suddenly dropping to the ground as she leans over limp, her hair falling all around her. Ty looks down at her as he continues to speak.
The sins that weigh heavily on your soul will be washed away in despair. As Showtime's Lust and Greed get the best of him, I shall be the savior that makes you repent for what you have done. Reynolds' Envy and Pride will become his undoing once more, and I will be more than satiated in humbling him and forcing him to realize the error of his ways. As both you lay under my foot, your necks cracking under the pressure, you will hear nothing but the crack of my laughter, my own sins being manifested into physical torture as I stand over your whimpering corpses.
Ty leans down once more and places his finger under the chin of the violinist, slowly raising her head and she slowly stands in response. She stares dead into Ty's eyes as the Chaos symbol continues to glow brightly.
Redemption will truly reveal to the world what we all stand for, and it will reveal who is the only one worthy of being WZCW World Heavyweight Champion. The Ouija has already spoken, neither of you have earned the right to the very title I hold in my hand. You have both earned the right to receiving the disillusion of defeat, and your own false images dispelled in patches of your own blood. I, however will be revealed to be
Ty suddenly lifts the mask off the violinist, revealing to be Serafina. The torches all go out simultaneously and the screen goes black.
The King of Darkness
Thus it is written.
The torches erupt in columns of flames as Serafina and Ty stand in the middle of the burning temple, Ty holding the WZCW World Heavyweight Title.
So it shall come to pass.
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