Post by disdonn on Aug 3, 2009 19:25:40 GMT -6
Forty-Eight hours ago Dark Prophet lost once again to Spike Kane. And this was the final straw for “The Dark One”. He realized Prophet needed assistance. He sends “The Prophecy” directly to Prophet, no vivid dreams, no insane ramblings, this time he is sending it to him directly. The Prophecy Speaks to Prophet from all corners of time. The past, the present, and the future. It started twelve hours ago, after Prophet woke up this morning.
“Wake up Dark Prophet. Today is the first day of the first week of the rest of “The Dark One’s” plan for you. Wake up, Prophet, and hear the good news. Hear the things of which are being spake to you from all corners of time. Hear the things that bring news of Falcon’s failure.”
He rolls out of bed, looking up and seeing it. “The Prophecy” staring at him from just off camera. His eyes widen and he falls to the ground kneeling before this awesome image, the camera does not move and we do not get any visual of whoever this is.
“Falcon has failed against Adam Knite, as you must surely know. But his ultimate failure has already happened. He has already failed at the No-Limits Ladder Match. So sayeth “The Dark One”. He has failed, once and for all.”
The voice disappears almost like a wisp of smoke floating on the breeze. Time stops and the air grows cold. Twelve minutes later Prophet is sitting on his bed, fully dressed, listening to “The Prophecy” one more time before he himself speaks.
“Come to find the answers from he who sendeth you here. One day you shall ascend beyond the ranks of just a mere roster member, more than just a champion, but a LEGEND. You will one day become the voice uttered with fear and disdain and admiration. The day has already arrived, but yet it is to come. The day was yesterday, and today, but also a week from now. A year ago you were gone, but now returned. You can yet still claim that which “The Dark One” offers you.”
“Yes, Prophet of “The Dark One” that is correct. Yesterday brings the promise of better things to come. Today is another day while yesterday is today. Tomorrow is yesterday and the future is here for you, waiting for you to fully decipher it. Come…embrace “The Prophecy”.”
Ten seconds from now Prophet gets up to hug the mysterious figure. The focus of the camera blurs, and suddenly static. Seven seconds and Prophet hugs the mysterious “Prophecy”. Time is but an illusion to those who see between the lines. Insanity, Five seconds away now. Four seconds till time stops. The world ends in three. Destruction in Two. Love is one second away. The camera blacks out.
Hours later Prophet begins his after-lunch training at the gym. His body aches, wounds cover the old scars and in ten seconds one stitch shall pop on his left bicep from the battle with Spike Kane. His failure is only another lesson for the future to behold.
“Yes, Prophet, keep going. Push yourself toward the horizon.”
The stitch pops and Prophet’s bicep bleeds. He drops the weights and looks down, smiling. His eyes glaze over as he turns to “The Prophecy”, just out of view once again, almost like a wraith. His voice growls with anticipation for the next command.
“Drink of the cup that overflows, Prophet. Drink from the wounds and seethe with your pain. Show that you have no fear to the Bird without Wings.”
Prophet drinks his own blood, from the freshly re-opened wound. He knows how to face off in a No-Limits Ladder Match. Eighteen long months ago, he won the Xtreme title against Falcon and Sexy Jason. Time has not passed since then, for it is the same very night all over as Prophet licks his wound clean, his crimson blood dangling from his lower lip.
“Yes, taste of the successes “The Dark One” promises for tomorrow. Feel no pain as the blood flows through you. Nothing can stop you; you have come back from the brink. You are more than just a normal man; you are better, stronger, and faster than before. Healthier, and the mentality you have toward violence shall aid you in your quest to complete “The Dark One’s” task. Go, speak once more to Falcon, and speak unto the bird falling out of favor from all.”
Prophet takes a deep breath. In five seconds he will speak. The words will flow from him like burning irons. Four seconds, time slows. Three, two one. Words escape his lips, covered in soot and gravel.
He looks down at his scarred body and begins to rake his fingernails across what little flesh is not already wounded, opening small lacerations.
“Yes, pain is the thing you must harness more than ever before. You have only six days to prepare yourself for the infinite pain you may have to endure not just to win, but to survive. The bird is no easy prey, for he himself is a bird of prey. Though his wings are broken by a Knight, his ability to fly remains. You must break his back, break his neck, and climb his battered remains to obtain that which you squabble over.”
The “Prophecy” sighs, and leaves Prophet to get back to his training. The scene fades to black.
“Wake up Dark Prophet. Today is the first day of the first week of the rest of “The Dark One’s” plan for you. Wake up, Prophet, and hear the good news. Hear the things of which are being spake to you from all corners of time. Hear the things that bring news of Falcon’s failure.”
He rolls out of bed, looking up and seeing it. “The Prophecy” staring at him from just off camera. His eyes widen and he falls to the ground kneeling before this awesome image, the camera does not move and we do not get any visual of whoever this is.
“Falcon has failed against Adam Knite, as you must surely know. But his ultimate failure has already happened. He has already failed at the No-Limits Ladder Match. So sayeth “The Dark One”. He has failed, once and for all.”
The voice disappears almost like a wisp of smoke floating on the breeze. Time stops and the air grows cold. Twelve minutes later Prophet is sitting on his bed, fully dressed, listening to “The Prophecy” one more time before he himself speaks.
“Come to find the answers from he who sendeth you here. One day you shall ascend beyond the ranks of just a mere roster member, more than just a champion, but a LEGEND. You will one day become the voice uttered with fear and disdain and admiration. The day has already arrived, but yet it is to come. The day was yesterday, and today, but also a week from now. A year ago you were gone, but now returned. You can yet still claim that which “The Dark One” offers you.”
Shuddering in the thunder of soliloquy,
A Falcon finds its nest so dreary,
Full of sorrow weak and weary,
Soul of a bird trapped in a flurry,
Feathers fall revealing human scurry,
Time is never in a hurry.
A Falcon finds its nest so dreary,
Full of sorrow weak and weary,
Soul of a bird trapped in a flurry,
Feathers fall revealing human scurry,
Time is never in a hurry.
“Yes, Prophet of “The Dark One” that is correct. Yesterday brings the promise of better things to come. Today is another day while yesterday is today. Tomorrow is yesterday and the future is here for you, waiting for you to fully decipher it. Come…embrace “The Prophecy”.”
Ten seconds from now Prophet gets up to hug the mysterious figure. The focus of the camera blurs, and suddenly static. Seven seconds and Prophet hugs the mysterious “Prophecy”. Time is but an illusion to those who see between the lines. Insanity, Five seconds away now. Four seconds till time stops. The world ends in three. Destruction in Two. Love is one second away. The camera blacks out.
Hours later Prophet begins his after-lunch training at the gym. His body aches, wounds cover the old scars and in ten seconds one stitch shall pop on his left bicep from the battle with Spike Kane. His failure is only another lesson for the future to behold.
“Yes, Prophet, keep going. Push yourself toward the horizon.”
The stitch pops and Prophet’s bicep bleeds. He drops the weights and looks down, smiling. His eyes glaze over as he turns to “The Prophecy”, just out of view once again, almost like a wraith. His voice growls with anticipation for the next command.
“Drink of the cup that overflows, Prophet. Drink from the wounds and seethe with your pain. Show that you have no fear to the Bird without Wings.”
Prophet drinks his own blood, from the freshly re-opened wound. He knows how to face off in a No-Limits Ladder Match. Eighteen long months ago, he won the Xtreme title against Falcon and Sexy Jason. Time has not passed since then, for it is the same very night all over as Prophet licks his wound clean, his crimson blood dangling from his lower lip.
“Yes, taste of the successes “The Dark One” promises for tomorrow. Feel no pain as the blood flows through you. Nothing can stop you; you have come back from the brink. You are more than just a normal man; you are better, stronger, and faster than before. Healthier, and the mentality you have toward violence shall aid you in your quest to complete “The Dark One’s” task. Go, speak once more to Falcon, and speak unto the bird falling out of favor from all.”
Prophet takes a deep breath. In five seconds he will speak. The words will flow from him like burning irons. Four seconds, time slows. Three, two one. Words escape his lips, covered in soot and gravel.
Burn the candle wick with memorabilia,
Tides are turning on the villa,
Decapitating pain with Schizophrenia,
Dooming you to death by magma,
Burning hot like crimson lava,
Try to hide your every paraphilia,
Don’t fire till you see the sclera.
Tides are turning on the villa,
Decapitating pain with Schizophrenia,
Dooming you to death by magma,
Burning hot like crimson lava,
Try to hide your every paraphilia,
Don’t fire till you see the sclera.
He looks down at his scarred body and begins to rake his fingernails across what little flesh is not already wounded, opening small lacerations.
“Yes, pain is the thing you must harness more than ever before. You have only six days to prepare yourself for the infinite pain you may have to endure not just to win, but to survive. The bird is no easy prey, for he himself is a bird of prey. Though his wings are broken by a Knight, his ability to fly remains. You must break his back, break his neck, and climb his battered remains to obtain that which you squabble over.”
Truly there is nothing but dark in the future,
Pain and blood flow from every suture,
Climbing ladders for to capture,
Shot at title getting closer,
Facing the utmost in human torture,
Reap the souls just like a vulture,
Facing “Dark One’s” Creature.
Pain and blood flow from every suture,
Climbing ladders for to capture,
Shot at title getting closer,
Facing the utmost in human torture,
Reap the souls just like a vulture,
Facing “Dark One’s” Creature.
The “Prophecy” sighs, and leaves Prophet to get back to his training. The scene fades to black.
