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| Riddles of the Universe; [Onikage] | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Feb 7 2009, 03:53 AM (38 Views) | |
| Crimson Shards | Feb 7 2009, 03:53 AM Post #1 |
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The camera fades in from the usual darkness to one of the many tourist sights that are every day locations for the Japanese. Where this exact one is located in Japan is unknown though it is fairly obvious that it is one of the many temple shrines placed on the small island. The most obvious sign it is one of the temple shrines is the gigantic pillars of wood that stand at the top of the hill as an arches type gate way. How far up the hill is to the temple remains unknown because the camera man is seemingly on one of the last stone steps leading up to it. FIW's roaming camera wielder takes the last three steps up to the top and reveals the small bodies of humanity at the temple. It is surprisingly busy for the day not being a holiday or anything special, with many walks of life at the temple. There are those attending to the temple as they do every day, helping those visiting it and ensuring that it is respectable by sweeping & the ilk. The others are curious school children and the elderly, and various tourists that are in awe by the designs put into effect with everything. It is amongst this sea of people that one man stands out, simply because he very clearly isn't Japanese but is far from acting like a mere tourist. His mane of black & acid green locks is messily tied back into a high pony tail on the back of his head, resembling the style of ancient samurais. Though his facial features are perfectly visible due to this, they are obscured by black & red and white face paints that coat them. The only thing that truly stands out is his mismatched eyes and the scars around his lips that are made more noticeable by the crimson shades. His attire further makes him stand out amongst the bright & vivid colors worn by the tourists and the uniform like attires worn by the natives. There is a buttoned up black military style jacket over his upper body, the high collar of which is at times hiding his chin behind it. His lower half is covered by black jeans that have a belt around the waist line to keep them up; the buckle of the belt is sparkling and it is a silver X. His feet are covered in black tennis shoes with an artistic blood splatter design on the top of both of them, looking almost like deranged ink blots. Onikage: I should've known better than to do it truthfully, I should've known better than to trust you again like it was times past. My only concern going into that night was to uphold the legacy and name of my former team against the teams of FIW's present and future. Yet as the matches went on through the night, I felt something I hadn't felt in a very long time with anyone, my defunct brotherhood included. I felt that sense that we used to have with each other, and slowly I started to feel like it was old times with you in there, with those championships in our hands. Like some how when that music kicked in, everything was washed away, all the battles, all the scars, all the words...back to that simpler period in my career. Lowering his head, the collar of his jacket hides the majority of his bottom half of his painted face with just his nose sticking up over it. The pure white eye and the hazel eye are staring down at the stone cobble path in front of his feet that he is moving across on. Slowly his body is passing the shrine staff and the other guests, making its way towards the main building of the temple on this holy ground. His scarred & burnt and beaten up hands stash themselves into the small pockets of his jacket as he continues to march forward. Onikage: Of all the people to act sentimental and like a fool, I never would've thought I could be placed in with that category. Like so many times before, Wolfgang did what he does best and left me to the wolves to be eaten like this morning's breakfast. But like so many times before, I did what I do best and I survived, and I licked my wounds and formed a strategy to go from here. The action only served to make me want to repay Wolfgang for his actions in the Gang Warfare Match plus his new actions sooner than I had intended. The only catch I knew going into this was what everyone else, including Wolfgang knew, this is nothing more than a complicated trap set for me. Venom is spilling from the red lips of the Savior of Sorrow when he speaks, partially directed towards his former comrade. Though there is a fair portion of it that is seemingly directed at himself or rather his own foolishness in the situation that unfolded at Hardcore Hangover. The Reject only offers a shake of his head and he continues to walk, ignoring the few stares he is getting from the tourists that are at the shrine. Many of them not so subtly talking between themselves about whether he is apart of the shrine staff & this is some act or if he's something else. Onikage: Reed G. Keenan and those that he serves have chosen their champion to try to derail me before Anarchy in the U.K. I have to wonder if Hardcore Hangover was nothing more than a ploy by them to let Wolfgang fire the first strike on me. So, that I would want vengeance and would want a match with him that they would gladly give me, our interests aligning but with different intentions. Their hope for him to crush me with a well placed strikes or a destructive maneuver he may have up his sleeve like the Cat's Meow to put me out, possibly for good. My hope is a simple one...to fight and defeat Wolfgang, to show him the pain he's caused me through my own fists and feet. There is something of a bitter sweet smile on his painted lips when he dives deep into his entire theory about the scenario. More than a hint of paranoia amidst his ramblings about what the board may want and what they may have set up to send it into motion. What seems to trouble him most of all is whether or not they staged the events of Hardcore Hangover, possibly wondering how much free will he had in that case. FIW's Morning Star grows quiet for a few moments while his mind looks over the very words coming out of his mouth, trying to piece them together in different ways. Onikage: Thus here we are again, Wolfgang standing on one side of the ring and I am standing opposite to him, once friends and now enemies. Another chapter is written in this story that it feels like nothing ever changes in, the two of us forever dueling with our perceptions of the events of years ago. I am unable to shake the feeling that no matter how many times I defeat him or how far I advance in FIW, I'm constantly running to catch up. Constantly running after the mirage of Wolfgang with no way to reach him, like some deity I'm forced to measure up to. Never able to find peace with myself when it should be the other way around, he's the one yet to defeat me! Hints of amusement are lacing the Messiah of the Mind's words as his tongue is spewing them out at the camera man. His right hand reaches up and runs through his tied back locks, some of them are growing loose in their binds because of it. The clouds over head are blocking out the sun for the moment and casting everything into shades of grays, and creating a gloomier effect to the scene. The Reject's at the verge of laughing at the sheer silliness of the notion that he feels, he is still chasing after Xtreme Kitten in their careers. Onikage: I can't help it, I fear, for what happened at our time at the academy, I feel like I'm somehow missing something in the math. Like there was something about Wolfgang that the old man could see that I couldn't, why him over me, why? Wolfgang's never once defeated me in combat, going as far back as those days and yet I'm always lingering behind him in our careers. I may have won the Undisputed International Championship first but he admittedly made his career with it and I failed to better him there. He's done what I've never done and once again made his career with it, the FIW Dual Crown Championship, it's maddening! Stopping at the shrine, his mismatched eyes dart up at it to soak in the symbolic designs of the Japanese culture. His eyes scan over the shrine, trying to find an answer to his rambling about XK's and his past through the designs in front of him. Many of the people at the shrine are scooting hastily away from him, some of them casting a worried glance his way like he's a crazy person. Stressed, the Light of FIW sighs and grabs the side of his head tightly and tries to rub it to help relax his mind. Onikage: It doesn't make any sense, it is insanity at its very pure definition every time I try to piece together the pieces to this puzzle in different ways. But I know the old man may be many things but crazy or stupid he is not, so why, why that loud mouthed, ego centric, brute over me?! Why that man that would rather betray his fellow man he once called his friend and leave him stranded alone on a brand than me?! This is possibly the biggest question I search for when I fight you, Wolfgang, above our petty reasons and our checkered past. Yes, I fight you because of you always walking out on me when I needed a friend most but also because... His hands at his sides grow tense and gradually ball themselves into fists, tightening with every word that leaves his scarred mouth. Those mismatched eyes are burning with a fiery & almost unhinged passion as they stare at the shrine but are clearly somewhere else. His back straightens up, so that his clenched jaw becomes visible above the collar of his jacket again and his proper posture returns. The slight breeze that blows by attempts and looks like it might pull his hair loose from the well done pony tail its been in this entire time. Onikage: ...Why someone would ever think you are my better? Taking a deep inhale, the Reject holds in the breath for several moments and there's nothing but silence at the shrine. Eventually he allows the air to escape from between his scarred & painted lips in the form of a very large sigh that deflates him. Bitterness is etched in his voice when he raises the question though with it raised, his fists unravel and his hands are relaxing at his sides. The Savior of Sorrow continues to stand there at the shrine, lost deep in thought as the camera fades to black... |
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| Xtreme Kitten | Feb 7 2009, 04:55 AM Post #2 |
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Extremely Ordinary
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[Sitting in front of a black curtain on a steel chair is Xtreme Kitten, wearing his mask as always, as well as faded blue jeans and a grey t-shirt. Kitten stares at the camera] XK: So Lucy has sat me here in front of this camera to answer one simple question. Why me? [Kitten ponders the question] XK: I'd rather refute the claims that I abandoned him, he is the one that jumped to another brand [FLYING SOCKS! Kitten is struck by a pair of balled up socks from off shot] XK: Gah! Fine, fine. Why me? [Again Kitten ponders the question] XK: I guess it could be because of what you said. I would rather betray people, my so call friends then my beliefs. I would rather stand alone as a shining example of what everyone could achieve with their lives than be covered in grime and surrounded by friends. I'm sure you can understand that now, after all look at where your faith in your fellow man has got you. [Kitten smirks] XK: Fight as you may a fight you will not get. [End of footage] |
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