Post by Nirvana on Aug 23, 2018 23:13:10 GMT -5
Mexico. The desert wastelands where no life can be found, where the Sun offers no mercy to those caught within its grasp. Brown sand for as far as the eye can see, barring one strange building miles in the distance. A temple, patrolled by lucha mask wearing cartel. They call this place the temple of lucha. Officially it doesn’t exist. Legally it can’t exist. Here it stands as a forbidden oasis to the truly faithful.
“Emerson…” A deep, pained voice is heard from off camera. “Emerson…” The voice grows louder and is followed by a cough. A man walks into the frame, his torso and head covered by a brown shroud, there to both hide his face and protect against the terrible strength of the Sun. What we can see of his legs are covered by brown and green camo pants and combat boots. The man stands at six foot eight inches and walks with purpose.
“In the distance stands the temple where I learned to wrestle. Shadow sent me here so very long ago. Those halls are full of zealots and old men. At one time that temple produced many of the best masked wrestlers the world had ever seen. Times change.”
There is a slight gust of wind that lifts the sand around the man, nearly obscuring him. The thickness of the sand is quite intense.
“Within that temple is a hall of shame, where my mask is being held. I plan on marching in and taking my mask back, Emerson. I might not survive, so I’m filming this now. If it goes up on the SFT website, it means I survived.”
Now it is obvious who this old man truly is. Nirvana, the former Midnight King. What became of the man, the legend?
“I’m recording this because I know you don’t know what’s been going on outside of your bubble. I was disgraced. I was barred from pretty much every federation around. My Twitter was stolen. My friends abandoned me, stabbed me in the back. I was thrown under a bus, unmasked, and destroyed. I went against the hivemind.”
Nirvana holds up a single finger and pauses for a moment.
“I am made of stars and one day I will return to my celestial home. I will cast a shadow as I rise to greet heaven. Until then understand that even though I was disgraced, shamed, I believe in truth. I believe in honesty. I have never apologized for anything because history will absolve me. I will go to the stars before then, greet them. But one day, you may see the world change. Hopefully.”
“What happened was pointless, but mainstream wrestling doesn’t want Nirvana. That was the result of my trip to the world outside of SFT. The temple of lucha has my mask in their hall of shame. I’m a laughing stock. But… I’m still an old bastard, too. I’m still violent. I still have hands with which to hurt my opponents with. I still have my pride.”
“History will absolve me. I come before you as a man. There’s no crown here, Emerson.”
Nirvana takes a deep, pained breath before continuing.
“I am aware of you, Emerson. I’ve always been aware of you. I have watched you grow from nothing. You’re not Superman, so I don’t expect much, but please give me more credit than that. You’re a former champ, you BLEED Strike. I’ve seen it, in the twilight of the past, the battles you have fought.”
“And yes, we have fought before. We have both fallen to each other, as well. We hold victories over each other and this match, as much as it pains me to say, has been a long time coming. The struggles you’ve had, and the shame I’ve felt, have led us back down the same path. Back to SFT.”
“So say it’s disgusting that I’m back is an understatement. I have no friends, Emerson. I have nothing. I’m about to risk my life to take back my identity, and that’s all I’ll have to my name. I’m going to have to call Nathan Gust and ask for wrestling gear. I’m not joking, brother, I’m broke and broken.”
“But I will fight.”
Nirvana takes a superhero like pose.
“Because there is no wrestler like me in the world. Who else is ingrained in history as deeply as I? Who else was hunted for his beliefs? Who else faces adversity as I do? Only one man, God rest his soul. That’s been my path, Emerson. I had to learn lessons the hard way. SFT? It’s my home.”
What little we can see of Nirvana’s lips form a crooked smile.
“If the mainstream doesn’t want me, I’ll make SFT mainstream. With every last step I take. There’s nothing left for me, nothing but SFT. And… This fight. Realize that I think of this as a ride. Now, also realize that my ride is almost over.”
“I know that every last person I face is going to try to throw me off of this ride. Kill the old man, right? No, I’m going down like a champion. It’s going to take more than you to kill me. I will rise, Emerson. I will take a new title. No longer am I The Midnight King. Twilight may take his name back for I am SFT’s… Godfather of Darkness.”
“I will be in the darkness, always watching and ready to strike. I will make the darkness my strength and through it, I will infuse SFT with the last of my own flesh and blood. And when the time comes to die, I’ll die for SFT and I’ll die standing up. Most likely with two middle fingers in the air, because fuck everything.”
A pause so that Nirvana make take a breath and then make another dramatic pose.
“I’m going now. It’s time to fight these assholes at this temple. I want you to know that I love you, Emerson. That’s why I can’t go easy on you. I’ll make you Embrace Nirvana, and I’ll introduce you to the darkness. It’s nice here, we have cookies.”
With that two figures walk into the frame next to Nirvana. One is a female with an L on the forehead of her mask. The other is a male with JR on the forehead of his mask. It would appear these two are related to Nirvana somehow. The large male hands Nirvana a lead pipe. Nirvana smirks as the scene fades to black.
“Emerson…” A deep, pained voice is heard from off camera. “Emerson…” The voice grows louder and is followed by a cough. A man walks into the frame, his torso and head covered by a brown shroud, there to both hide his face and protect against the terrible strength of the Sun. What we can see of his legs are covered by brown and green camo pants and combat boots. The man stands at six foot eight inches and walks with purpose.
“In the distance stands the temple where I learned to wrestle. Shadow sent me here so very long ago. Those halls are full of zealots and old men. At one time that temple produced many of the best masked wrestlers the world had ever seen. Times change.”
There is a slight gust of wind that lifts the sand around the man, nearly obscuring him. The thickness of the sand is quite intense.
“Within that temple is a hall of shame, where my mask is being held. I plan on marching in and taking my mask back, Emerson. I might not survive, so I’m filming this now. If it goes up on the SFT website, it means I survived.”
Now it is obvious who this old man truly is. Nirvana, the former Midnight King. What became of the man, the legend?
“I’m recording this because I know you don’t know what’s been going on outside of your bubble. I was disgraced. I was barred from pretty much every federation around. My Twitter was stolen. My friends abandoned me, stabbed me in the back. I was thrown under a bus, unmasked, and destroyed. I went against the hivemind.”
Nirvana holds up a single finger and pauses for a moment.
“I am made of stars and one day I will return to my celestial home. I will cast a shadow as I rise to greet heaven. Until then understand that even though I was disgraced, shamed, I believe in truth. I believe in honesty. I have never apologized for anything because history will absolve me. I will go to the stars before then, greet them. But one day, you may see the world change. Hopefully.”
“What happened was pointless, but mainstream wrestling doesn’t want Nirvana. That was the result of my trip to the world outside of SFT. The temple of lucha has my mask in their hall of shame. I’m a laughing stock. But… I’m still an old bastard, too. I’m still violent. I still have hands with which to hurt my opponents with. I still have my pride.”
“History will absolve me. I come before you as a man. There’s no crown here, Emerson.”
Nirvana takes a deep, pained breath before continuing.
“I am aware of you, Emerson. I’ve always been aware of you. I have watched you grow from nothing. You’re not Superman, so I don’t expect much, but please give me more credit than that. You’re a former champ, you BLEED Strike. I’ve seen it, in the twilight of the past, the battles you have fought.”
“And yes, we have fought before. We have both fallen to each other, as well. We hold victories over each other and this match, as much as it pains me to say, has been a long time coming. The struggles you’ve had, and the shame I’ve felt, have led us back down the same path. Back to SFT.”
“So say it’s disgusting that I’m back is an understatement. I have no friends, Emerson. I have nothing. I’m about to risk my life to take back my identity, and that’s all I’ll have to my name. I’m going to have to call Nathan Gust and ask for wrestling gear. I’m not joking, brother, I’m broke and broken.”
“But I will fight.”
Nirvana takes a superhero like pose.
“Because there is no wrestler like me in the world. Who else is ingrained in history as deeply as I? Who else was hunted for his beliefs? Who else faces adversity as I do? Only one man, God rest his soul. That’s been my path, Emerson. I had to learn lessons the hard way. SFT? It’s my home.”
What little we can see of Nirvana’s lips form a crooked smile.
“If the mainstream doesn’t want me, I’ll make SFT mainstream. With every last step I take. There’s nothing left for me, nothing but SFT. And… This fight. Realize that I think of this as a ride. Now, also realize that my ride is almost over.”
“I know that every last person I face is going to try to throw me off of this ride. Kill the old man, right? No, I’m going down like a champion. It’s going to take more than you to kill me. I will rise, Emerson. I will take a new title. No longer am I The Midnight King. Twilight may take his name back for I am SFT’s… Godfather of Darkness.”
“I will be in the darkness, always watching and ready to strike. I will make the darkness my strength and through it, I will infuse SFT with the last of my own flesh and blood. And when the time comes to die, I’ll die for SFT and I’ll die standing up. Most likely with two middle fingers in the air, because fuck everything.”
A pause so that Nirvana make take a breath and then make another dramatic pose.
“I’m going now. It’s time to fight these assholes at this temple. I want you to know that I love you, Emerson. That’s why I can’t go easy on you. I’ll make you Embrace Nirvana, and I’ll introduce you to the darkness. It’s nice here, we have cookies.”
With that two figures walk into the frame next to Nirvana. One is a female with an L on the forehead of her mask. The other is a male with JR on the forehead of his mask. It would appear these two are related to Nirvana somehow. The large male hands Nirvana a lead pipe. Nirvana smirks as the scene fades to black.
