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Markus Maelstrom vs. River Angelus; Dark Match
Topic Started: Jun 24 2013, 05:53 PM (87 Views)
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Markus Maelstrom vs. River Angelus
Dark Match

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“It has been a long time since anyone has seen my face...”


Markus slowly looks up from his kneeling position in front of two gravestones. His eyes meet with that of a teenage boy who stands before him, glaring deep into the man’s dark and twisted eyes, the pupils large but with a story to tell, a story of pain, agony and anguish like few in this world have felt.

“I am not afraid of you”

The words of the boy echoed around the dark graveyard as a bird flapped its wings violently to escape the bare branches of a tree overhead, the boy didn’t flinch, he didn’t move his eyes away from the man ahead of him, the man who glared up from the gravestones of his family.

“Who are you?”

His words spoke as if he was in slow motion, his voice deep, the words drawn out. The boy just gulped and slowly got down to his knees, his eyes level with Markus’.

“I am you...”

The boys words confused Markus and he stared through him for a moment, anger beginning to build in his stomach and his chest as he fought back the urge to grab the young man by the throat, what an outrage, to disturb him, now, while he kneels at the graves of his family, has he no respect, playing games with a grieving mans mind?

“I suggest you leave... For your own safety”

Markus’ eyes shifted back away from the boy and back toward the ground where his wife and daughter lay 6ft deep, buried under wet mud, mud that got wetter every moment as the rain continued to lash down around them, the drops thick, exploding on impact as they landed.

“God is not a nice man Markus”

Said the boy, refusing to take the advice of the bigger man in front of him, his eyes not moving from the sad state before him.

“Leave”

Markus remained quiet, his word no more than a whisper as he struggled to hold back his temper, his mind restraining the reaction he wanted to convey out of respect for the dead around him, in particular the two below him.

“God wants you to warn people Markus, he wants you to warn the world that their prayers are wasted, that there doom is inevitable that their existence on earth is all they have. When they are dead, hell begins”

Markus quickly glared up at the boy, his eyes piercing with fury as he the veins in his neck slowly begun to pop, his skin turning red as restrained from killing the boy with his bare hands.

“I told you to leave. I won’t tell you again.”

The boy smiled and stood back on his feet, his eyes not moving from Markus’. Markus too stood up and just continued to glare through the boy, in the distance, thunder rumbled through the sky, a gentle flash of lightning lit the clouds in the distance and the rain begun to hit even harder.

“Markus, god is not just, he is not fair, he is not what these people wish you to believe he is, he is a man with a temper. All those stories in your precious bible, think of the atrocities god created, think of the temper he had, so quick to explode, so vicious in his so called ‘redemption’. He is evil Markus and this is a message you need to convey, this is a message you must share”

Markus slowly walked around the gravestones of his family and toward the little boy who didn’t shudder, he didn’t flinch, he stood defiantly still.

“If god is evil, why would he ask me to send the message? Why would he ask me to pre-warn a world that worships him?”

Markus said, his eyes squinting with anger as the mud underneath his boots squelched and compacted under his weight. Markus stopped still in front of the boy who continued to smile, awaiting his answer.

“Because god has an ego... Think about it Markus, all these people who walk into school or shopping malls with machine guns, firing at random people. All these men who have claimed to do things because the words of god had spoken to them in their head? Since when did God ever tell someone to do something nice? Since when did God ever send a message of peace and hope? Do you see god helping the people of Gaza? Do you see god helping the people of Syria? Do you see god helping the poor, the homeless, the fatally ill? Do you see hope in this world Markus Maelstrom?”

The boys words caused Markus to refrain from using the fists that had clenched together tightly, instead he looked for a counter argument, trying to outsmart the boy.

“I know what you are going to say Markus, that ‘god has a plan’ or maybe that ‘the lord works in strange ways’, right? Wrong. The Lord works in a really simple way, he works in a way that says FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU ALL... BURN IN HELL”

Markus begun to shake his head, his eyes staring at the ground, his fists still firmly clenched.

“No”

The boy suddenly burst out laughing and Markus’ clear denial.

“NO!?! How do you explain the evil we have seen Markus? How do you explain the stories of the bible? The flooding of the world during the story of Noah’s Ark. Do you honestly believe only one man and woman were cleansed enough to be a good in a world that inevitably would have had children and babies? Really?”

Markus ignored the boy, Noah’s Ark was a story, but the hidden message he referred to was there.

“No”

Markus continued to talk out loud, trying to find reasoning for everything the boy spoke of, trying to find an argument.

“Oh Markus, wake up. Wake up and look around, this world is a holding pen for gods pets and he torments you, pokes you, prod’s you and tests you and everyone until finally he gets bored and he kills you.”

Markus stops shaking his head from side to side and just glares back up at the little boy, his face cold and expressionless.

“If our fate is death and our only option hell, then why should I do anything this god wishes me to do for him?”

The little boy stepped closer to Markus, arms length away from him now and just stared into the eyes of the man.

“Because if you do this... Your family will be spared eternal torment, they shall find heaven as they wish to see it, he will grant this in return for your co-operation”

“Who are you?”

“I am you”

“WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT MEAN!?! HOW CAN YOU BE ME, I AM ME!?!”

“I am you Markus Maelstrom, look at my face, don’t you recognize me?”

Markus glared at the boy, he was him, back when Markus was only 14 years of age, he was the spitting image of him, the scar under his chin, exactly as he still had now.

“This cannot be real”

“What is ‘real’ Markus? You think this world is real? You think this place you call ‘earth’ is real?”

“Shut up”

“Markus Maelstrom... God is asking you to follow him, he is asking you to spread his true message”

Markus slumps down to his knees in front of the gravestones of his family again, his eyes flooding with tears that soon run down his cheek and drip from his jaw line to the floor.

“How?”

The boy smiled, hearing a defeat in the voice of Markus.

“Just spread his message”

Markus glared up at the boy with confusion.

“I am a man, one voice, how do you want me to get the world to hear me? Nobody would listen to me walking down the street, they’ll think I’m crazy!”

The boy glared over the shoulder of Markus and across the graveyard, in the distance a billboard for a national television channel was advertising the airing of the SCW Breakdown show. Markus glared back at it and then slowly looked back at the boy.

“That was to many years ago... I don’t even have a contact for them now, they wouldn’t even take me back!”

“Then I guess you better be pretty persuasive.”

“Wrestling!?! God wants to talk through wrestling?”

“Why not?”

Markus stood back up from the mud, confused.

“Because its wrestling, thats why!”

“Wrestling is a sport followed by the easily lead, the easily manipulated. Fans of wrestling are followers and they follow what they are told to follow, they believe what they are told to believe and even though they know almost everything about the ‘business’, they continue to be fooled by it.”

The boy smiled and walked back to the tree where the bird had aggressively flown from. He leaned against it and glared at Markus.

“Fine... I do this and my family get safe passage?”

“Yes”

“How will I know you are telling me the truth?”

“I will show you – But first... Deliver the message”

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drip...drip...drip...

“SHOW ME NOW” Markus sat up with a fright, sweat dripping off his forehead and down his face, mixed with the rain that soaked him through.

He looked around and quickly turned back to the gravestones of his wife and daughter, the dripping on his head coming from the rain as it fell onto the fresh flowers he had placed down for them both only a few hours ago, hitting the petals and running along them till they reached the edge, forming a drip that then landed on Markus’ head.

He glanced across the graveyard to see the SCW Breakdown advert in the distance, he then turned to see the tree, bare of leaves, the bird that had flown away before, now sitting on a branch glaring down at him with its beady eyes.

“I will do it” He said out loud but in the form of a whisper. He looked to the sky and stood to his feet, his gaze moving across from cloud to cloud. “I WILL DO IT!”

His scream seemed to echo forever, bouncing around the graveyard and in that moment.

...The rain stopped...

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River Angelus


<span style='font-family:Times'> “A man once told me that insanity is like a gun in all of us, but only the weak press the trigger to set it loose.

Judging by your background River Angelus, you are a weak man, a man who presses the trigger whenever the going gets tough, a man so lost and confused in his own mind, that he barely knows what world is real and what world isn’t. Lost in a maze of your own thoughts and imaginations, not sure if the words you hear in your mind are those of the people around you, the people you love or those of the characters in your mind.

The dialogue between what’s true and what’s false no longer applies to you, you are a man who has had success, money, fame, you are a man who has had popularity and attention and yet, you are a man who has lost it all, a man who no longer has momentum of his life or the things that happen in his life.

You are a weak man with a weak mind, you are the sort of mind that manipulators pray to, because they can bend you to their will, they can shape you and mould you into whatever they need you to be, tell me I’m wrong River because I’m not sure I’ve heard the sound of denial for a long time and yet, I am certain that when you try to rebuff what I have to say, I am going to recognize the sound.

I know about Insanity River, I know about a lost dialogue between what is real and what is false and I know these things because I was once a Priest and when you delve into the world of Religion, a little bit of crazy becomes less an isolated incident where a man shoots up a school and much more a daily chore of prayers and insecurities from the frail, the weak and the emotionally needy.

It’s all so fucking Hilarious.

People pray to the lord, to god, they offer him there wishes and their dreams and he laughs at them, he spits on them, he takes a big fucking shit down their throats and enjoys every minute of it. God exists, make no mistake about it River, but he isn’t here to offer you blessings and to tuck you in at night, oh no, he exists to torment and destroy everything we have, we are a game to him, a mother fucking game that has no ending and why? Isn’t it obvious? Because every time a baby is born, God, the piece of shit that he is, see’s it as a new toy to play with.

Now I bet your wondering what any of this has to do with you? Where is the relevance to River Angelus right?

It has everything to do with you, but not just you, everyone. Look around, take a look at your own fucking career... Hardly successful.

You got a good start in life, some successes and just like that, the whole fucking thing got torn away from you and you were left with nothing, your career, your movies, your success, your popularity, even your fortunes, all gone, all wasted and now look at you, your wrestling!

You know, coming from an acting background to that of a wrestling background, that puts you in such circles as David Arquette and Dustin Diamond, how on earth does that make you feel River? Proud?

You came back from Insanity, you saved yourself after you pulled the trigger and the blow wasn’t fatal like it is for many more and sure, for that I give you credit, it shows that while you are weak at mind, you have tenacity. But do you honestly think you are saved? Do you think this is the moment your life begins to turn around? Did it turn around for you last time when you joined the ULW because from what I recall of that time... You hardly scratched the service of the wrestling world and yet, a man with your former star power, a man who was as globally recognized as you, should be easily at the top of a card for a wrestling promotion, after all, the world is going to want to see what River Angelus is doing these days right?

Or maybe they just want to see what you look like so they can laugh at how low and how pathetic you have truly become? Maybe they just want to mock you and bring you down, drag you back to insanity because the news, TMZ, they all loved you more when you were a crazy fuck, they loved you more because you made the headlines, because the world loves to see a car crash and you, you were one big fucking car crash my friend.

God isn’t no sanctuary for your pain River, he isn’t a healer for your mind, he is a dark, twisted cunt that wants to eat you alive, he is a destructive mother fucker with nothing but bad thoughts in mind and so believe me when I tell you this, but you were better off insane. You were better off not knowing what I know, you were better off not crossing my path and hearing the truth about the man in the clouds.

Our doom is inevitable River... Our pain... is yet to come.

At Supreme Saturday, I shall show you my pain in its physical form, I shall share with you the anguish of a man scorned by the lord and I will make you tap on the mat as hard as you can, desperate to escape my grasp, desperate to stop hearing the words of truth in your ear as I break your arm, desperate to do anything it takes to stop your mind from once again pressing that trigger, that easy ‘escape’.

River Angelus, at Supreme Saturday, I use you as my example to the rest of the SCW, that the Lord has spoken...

...And God is one angry son of a bitch...

...Peace now River...

...For soon The Pain of Maelstrom shall be upon you...
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