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| From Such Oh So Lofty Heights; [Onikage] | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Feb 14 2009, 04:37 AM (43 Views) | |
| Crimson Shards | Feb 14 2009, 04:37 AM Post #1 |
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There are jarring surges of multi-colored static that invades the screen before it fades into the scene for this evening. The scene is in fact one of the many usually grassy & beautiful hills that line the back drop of the country known as Scotland. This one is far from the largest or the most prime of spots or the most occupied out of the dozens of thousands of hills there are in Scotland. What it does offer is a lovely glance at the city of Edinburgh in the distance, looking little more than an ant view from this perspective. Only one soul is out on this remote hill where no other person or animal is daring to stay on at the time being. It is apparent that this man isn't a native though he also is carrying himself differently than the run of the mill American tourist would. Partially because in the mixture of mushy snow and dampness that coats the hill, this man is sitting at the very top of the hill on these things. His mismatched eyes, one the purest of whites and the other is a dark hazel, they are staring out at Edinburgh in the distance. This man is dressed for the weather, a long and flowing dark brown trench coat is shielding his entire body from the elements. Its high collar and buttoned up status leaves what is underneath it on his upper body to the imagination of the viewers watching the segment. While his dark purple dress slacks pant legs are just barely covering and going over the tops of the leather combat boots he is wearing with them. His hands are protected by the cold by a pair of dark leather gloves, the straps at the ends of them tied tightly against his wrists. Onikage: And, so, Full Intensity Wrestling carries on and marches into the United Kingdom like we've done so many other times at this time of the year. Champions have fallen and stars have risen while others are packing their bags to set off into the sunset for possibly the last time, just like every other year before this one. Many issues are coming to terms and they are looking like they may find a resolution by the time we arrive at the big stage in this country, just like every other year. Unlike every other year however is my road to Anarchy, my road to a championship I've never fought for before...the Dual Crown Championship. Pushing his knees up into the depths of the trench coat, he is pressing them against his chest and he wraps his arms around them. The Reject is holding his knees for several moments while he speaks out before he squeezes them tighter, further condensing his body. Thoughtful is probably the best way to describe the Savior of Sorrow's voice when he is speaking about everything that happens every year. Those mismatched eyes of his are reflecting a similar feeling in them as the city of Edinburgh is reflected in them. Onikage: The first hurtle on the last stretch of road for me is a three way dance, nothing extremely new to a person like me. The who is another story entirely and it is the who in this match that's got my attention in this match more than anything else this week. Two men that are natives of the United Kingdom and two men that are much larger than I am, and they are two men that are fighters. Though one could argue their size and power are counteracted by both my experience edge in a FIW ring and in wrestling in general. FIW's Morning Star offers a shrug of his shoulders when he mentions that his match this week on ReVolt is a three person bout. On the top of his covered knee he lifts up his hand and he is extending his index finger when he makes the point about who is in the match. The Light of FIW waves around the finger a few times while he is bringing up a few generalized facts about the two men that he'll be calling his opponents. It is the edges of his scarred lips that start to tug at him and show glimpses of a smile when he follows that up by mentioning what about him counteracts their general advantages. Onikage: ... [size0]When did I become one of the Old Guard that had to rely on experience helping them rather than rebellious yet honorable young punk that spat in the injustices of this world's eye?... His words are barely picked up by the camera that he is conversing with; perhaps the words meant more for himself than for the viewers. This theory is holding some weight to it, considering he is muttering the words under his breath when he is saying them. Whatever the case, there is a hint of a sarcasm in his voice when he mocks his own status in FIW and the once upon a times of his FIW career. These words are enough to generate a full blown smile on his face, parting those crimson painted lips for the first time with it. Onikage: On one end of the ring from me, I have the self proclaimed Corporate Juggernaut, Harrison O'Reily who is staring me down. The man's come a long way from the comic relief act that he started out as in this company several months ago, for better or for worse. In that time, he's captured two different FIW championships and he's had three reigns altogether with those two different championships. He's an impressive rookie who has had some help along the way on his climb to try to get to the top and he is looking to prevent his momentum from stalling. However I do owe him perhaps a receipt or two for the number his cohort and he decided to do on me at a certain event about a month ago. It is with the right hand that he gestures to its palm while addressing the subject of one of his two opponents this week. Deeply his eyes stare into the palm as if they are picturing Harrison O'Reily standing within the confines of his gloved hand. For the most part, the Reject only offers to sing his foe's praises and he is quite polite about doing so, with no hint of mockery in his tone or voice. But there is a fleeting vibe of menace in his eyes when his right hand reaches up to his head and rubs it a little while he references Hardcore Hangover. Onikage: On the other end of the ring from me, I have the newly crowned FIW Flycore Champion, Nicholas Allen who is staring me down. It is fitting in a manner that I'll be facing the Flycore Champion for it will be another champion I'll be facing at Anarchy. Not that I will gauge James Brody or send a message to James Brody or anything as foolish as that through the body of Nicholas Allen. Rather I am looking forward to see what fight he can bring me, for I have heard many things about the ever loveable Nicholas Allen in my time. I am curious of whether he truly is a warrior beneath all of the jokes and tom foolery or merely a lucky oaf of a fool. This time around it is the left hand that he offers to gesture towards when he is addressing the second of his two opponents. Once more the Reject is staring into the palm of his hand as if he is holding the FIW Flycore Champion within his grasp at this very moment. The Messiah of the Mind shakes his head when he is thinking about the various intentions another may have if in his situation against the FIW Flycore Champion. Surprisingly, the Straight Edge Artist doesn't attempt to be insulting when he is referring to the potential that Nick Allen's nothing but a fool who is lucky. Onikage: Such an odd time in my life I am at I must confess, something of a cross roads one might dare to say. There is so much behind me and there is so much up ahead on the horizon, so much which is going to be testing me. Vengeance will be mine and perhaps in time the Reject can become the thing that management has seemingly dreaded since Violence Fetish, the King. But all of that is out of my hands for now, and so I only have two choices as I head into FIW's demented manner of celebrating a holiday. I can worry about what I have no control over and ignore the present or...I can focus and enjoy that which is my immediate future...the fight. Almost eerily calm is the Messiah of the Mind when he is discussing about what is in front of him heading into Anarchy in the U.K. There are hints of determination and excitement that are lingering in his voice when he rattles off what he has his eyes set on in the near future. Eventually the Savior of Sorrow is growing softer and softer in his volume he is using, becoming little more than a whisper at the camera. FIW's Morning Star pushes his way up to his feet when he's finished speaking, and plunges his gloved hands into his pockets. Step by step the Reject is making his way down the hill side while the camera fades to black... |
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