Post by Vladimir Strife on Jun 17, 2013 15:48:56 GMT -4
From time to time, the fans of EVPW would become curious about the ongoing events and happenings through the locker room. They yearned to go beyond the ring for a taste of something more. And so, as many do, the company had long ago set up a website to fulfill this need. EVPW.com, as it were, was a simple enough site with a simple enough name for a simple purpose. On this day, dozens of fans visited this website in search of their wrestling fix and information of what had transpired and what was to transpire, but it was not quite so simple..
Today, this address opened to the usual front page, an advertisement for Genesis covering nearly half the screen as they were quite apt to promote it. The screen seemed frozen though, as it would not scroll and soon a flurry of white pixels began to blink in and out of existence in a fashion quite similar to static on a television. A video emerged as they cleared out. A darkened warehouse with a man sat in a chair amid the shadows, his form silhouetted by the absence of light.
As the video begins to play, the man barely stirs, slumped over in his seat. He could easily be mistaken for sleeping. He sits up, still consumed by the darkness as the camera begins to move in closer toward him. A flick rings out through the abandoned building, almost seeming to echo as a flame emerges, illuminating the near blank visage of EVPW's vanished co-founder and singeing the tip of the cigarette that hangs loosely from his lips. Just as abruptly as it had appeared, the flame goes away, leaving only an orange circle hanging in the air. As he takes a drag from it, the dull glow grows brighter, vaguely revealing his face in a devious light once again. He haphazardly discards the lighter, allowing it to clang against the concrete floor a couple of times before coming to a rest against a leg of the chair. His heavy exhalation of corrupted air can be heard through the silence.
The GodKing leans forward once more and puffs, the growing embers casting upon a twisted face, brows curled in and pinching the flesh over his nose, eyes squinted under their force and nostrils flared. Another quick draw shows a calmer individual, eyes shut and head lowered as smoke drifts across his cheek and up into the air. His voice is deep and initially cracking as it leaves him.
"Legacy.."
With another slow burn of the tobacco, a column of ash can be seen falling out of sight before the contemplative Strife.
"About once a year or so, it seems, my life defaults to shit. Everything that I've built outside of this business falls apart like the rotted wooden carcass of an old domicile.. And I come before you and I give some lengthy speech about how miserable life is and how it relates to this business and then I swear I'm coming back to destroy everyone and everything. So here it goes.."
With a long drag, the Romanian exposes the sullen expression of his countenance and the fleshy pouches beneath his eyes from a torturous lack of sleep. He rolls the butt of the still lit cigarette between his fingers before flicking it away and out of sight, blowing out the rest of the smoke from his lungs.
"About a month ago.. I lost someone dear to me. They had been sick for some time from cancer. And just shortly now, I found out that yet another person close to me has cancer as well.. Now, I understand as well as the next person that this is a part of life. People get sick.. people die. It's an unpleasant fact of life... but a fact of life nonetheless. The funny part about it though is that it makes a man wonder.. If it were me.. if tomorrow I grew sick and they told me I was dying or even possibly so.. what do I leave behind?"
"At the end of the day, what are we worth if not our legacy? And surely, I leave one behind. My name will be talked about in this business for many years to come, whether I'm present or not, that much I am confident in. My company here, EVPW, I hope will continue to thrive for decades beyond me. My protege, who I've worked relentlessly training as of late, will enjoy a career with enough success to make me proud, I am certain. But what of my Kingdom? When the Titan falls, does another rise or is it thus the age of the Gods?"
Vladimir strokes the miniature steel sword that hangs from his necklace in the dark as he continues.
"It is said that upon the demise of Attila the Hun, his Kingdom was to be left to whoever was the strongest. None were so strong that they could be widely accept as Attila was.. and so the Kingdom was splintered. Will this be my legacy? The man who strengthened this business and took it to new heights... will any be able to take my throne when I leave or will many vie for strength? I'm not even sure which I would prefer.."
"But no legacy is truly pristine... I have made mistakes. Three times other men have had their hands held at the end of the night against me and I say unto each of them that if any of them have the courage to prove their mettle, meet me in the ring.. I don't feel the need to prove myself to the world.. my record more than does so on it's own.. but I want to know for myself if I let someone get the better of me.. or if they were better than me."
Standing up from the chair, the Behemoth rises and tilts his head side to side, his neck popping as he does so.
"And to Hayden... The man who I can think of none better to fill the last page of the final chapter of my story.. The time is drawing quite near. The rest of the world knows that now is the time to speak if they have business to finish with us or to forever hold their peace... But for us, dear friend.."
Vladimir claps loudly twice and the fluorescent lights dangling from the ceiling begin to flicker and power on row after row. In the background is a 20 foot tall steel cage, it's thickened steel diamonds coated in a glossy white layer of paint. Assorted weaponry hangs down inside from the roof - among them a kendo stick, a chair, and a drill. The infamous Asylum contains no point of entry.. or exit. It looms ominously behind the legend as his pale face winces, eyes seeking refuge under their brows from the light, their place cast in shadow in a disturbing image.
"...There is none to be had."
As the image goes black, the screen begins to pixelate once more before returning visitors to the front page of the online home for EVPW.
~Fin~
Today, this address opened to the usual front page, an advertisement for Genesis covering nearly half the screen as they were quite apt to promote it. The screen seemed frozen though, as it would not scroll and soon a flurry of white pixels began to blink in and out of existence in a fashion quite similar to static on a television. A video emerged as they cleared out. A darkened warehouse with a man sat in a chair amid the shadows, his form silhouetted by the absence of light.
As the video begins to play, the man barely stirs, slumped over in his seat. He could easily be mistaken for sleeping. He sits up, still consumed by the darkness as the camera begins to move in closer toward him. A flick rings out through the abandoned building, almost seeming to echo as a flame emerges, illuminating the near blank visage of EVPW's vanished co-founder and singeing the tip of the cigarette that hangs loosely from his lips. Just as abruptly as it had appeared, the flame goes away, leaving only an orange circle hanging in the air. As he takes a drag from it, the dull glow grows brighter, vaguely revealing his face in a devious light once again. He haphazardly discards the lighter, allowing it to clang against the concrete floor a couple of times before coming to a rest against a leg of the chair. His heavy exhalation of corrupted air can be heard through the silence.
The GodKing leans forward once more and puffs, the growing embers casting upon a twisted face, brows curled in and pinching the flesh over his nose, eyes squinted under their force and nostrils flared. Another quick draw shows a calmer individual, eyes shut and head lowered as smoke drifts across his cheek and up into the air. His voice is deep and initially cracking as it leaves him.
"Legacy.."
With another slow burn of the tobacco, a column of ash can be seen falling out of sight before the contemplative Strife.
"About once a year or so, it seems, my life defaults to shit. Everything that I've built outside of this business falls apart like the rotted wooden carcass of an old domicile.. And I come before you and I give some lengthy speech about how miserable life is and how it relates to this business and then I swear I'm coming back to destroy everyone and everything. So here it goes.."
With a long drag, the Romanian exposes the sullen expression of his countenance and the fleshy pouches beneath his eyes from a torturous lack of sleep. He rolls the butt of the still lit cigarette between his fingers before flicking it away and out of sight, blowing out the rest of the smoke from his lungs.
"About a month ago.. I lost someone dear to me. They had been sick for some time from cancer. And just shortly now, I found out that yet another person close to me has cancer as well.. Now, I understand as well as the next person that this is a part of life. People get sick.. people die. It's an unpleasant fact of life... but a fact of life nonetheless. The funny part about it though is that it makes a man wonder.. If it were me.. if tomorrow I grew sick and they told me I was dying or even possibly so.. what do I leave behind?"
"At the end of the day, what are we worth if not our legacy? And surely, I leave one behind. My name will be talked about in this business for many years to come, whether I'm present or not, that much I am confident in. My company here, EVPW, I hope will continue to thrive for decades beyond me. My protege, who I've worked relentlessly training as of late, will enjoy a career with enough success to make me proud, I am certain. But what of my Kingdom? When the Titan falls, does another rise or is it thus the age of the Gods?"
Vladimir strokes the miniature steel sword that hangs from his necklace in the dark as he continues.
"It is said that upon the demise of Attila the Hun, his Kingdom was to be left to whoever was the strongest. None were so strong that they could be widely accept as Attila was.. and so the Kingdom was splintered. Will this be my legacy? The man who strengthened this business and took it to new heights... will any be able to take my throne when I leave or will many vie for strength? I'm not even sure which I would prefer.."
"But no legacy is truly pristine... I have made mistakes. Three times other men have had their hands held at the end of the night against me and I say unto each of them that if any of them have the courage to prove their mettle, meet me in the ring.. I don't feel the need to prove myself to the world.. my record more than does so on it's own.. but I want to know for myself if I let someone get the better of me.. or if they were better than me."
Standing up from the chair, the Behemoth rises and tilts his head side to side, his neck popping as he does so.
"And to Hayden... The man who I can think of none better to fill the last page of the final chapter of my story.. The time is drawing quite near. The rest of the world knows that now is the time to speak if they have business to finish with us or to forever hold their peace... But for us, dear friend.."
Vladimir claps loudly twice and the fluorescent lights dangling from the ceiling begin to flicker and power on row after row. In the background is a 20 foot tall steel cage, it's thickened steel diamonds coated in a glossy white layer of paint. Assorted weaponry hangs down inside from the roof - among them a kendo stick, a chair, and a drill. The infamous Asylum contains no point of entry.. or exit. It looms ominously behind the legend as his pale face winces, eyes seeking refuge under their brows from the light, their place cast in shadow in a disturbing image.
"...There is none to be had."
As the image goes black, the screen begins to pixelate once more before returning visitors to the front page of the online home for EVPW.
~Fin~
