Post by Arty Kaiser on Jan 14, 2015 15:24:08 GMT
PART I | A PROPHET
"I am the Great Corruption. I have come to RWD to corrupt the natural order. There is a man here who wants to push his clients into the limelight. With God as my witness, I will see to it that he is dealt with. I will not let such blasphemy to fester. I have been called on as the Hand of God. Do not stand in my way."
TV static started the video. It flickered and adjusted, before finalizing on a feed. Filling the camera was the Lady of Babylon’s mask. Darkness shrouded the eyeholes in her mask, taking away any possibility of seeing her eyes. She fiddled with the technology for a while longer before stepping back. Despite the mask obstructing her face, she seemed content with her work.
When she stepped back, she revealed Cameron Kaiser. Seated he was in a regal chair, a glass of wine gripped in his hand. He spun the scarlet liquid dispassionately. His eyes directed towards the wooden ground. The Lady sauntered softly behind him, before resting on the armrest of the chair. She ran a hand delicately through Cameron’s soft, black locks.
Nocturne No.9 by Chopin played lightly in the background. Cameron placed the glass down onto a table nearby. He cupped his hands methodically, taking his time. When the Lady stopped, Cameron’s head rose. His eyes would burn a hole through the camera if they could. Cameron rose a hand, tightening and releasing his fist repeatedly.
“Repeat after me: I am not a professional wrestler.”
“I never thought about participating in RWD’s game of conquest and avarice. I have never thought of satiating my personal glory. I entered RWD with one goal only. That goal still stands today. I wanted to end the career of Johnny Bonecrusher. That is it; that is all. Once my deed is complete, I will disappear from public sight.”
“I never succeeded in one of the secondary goals. I have figured out that Bonecrusher has an infestation tagging along with him. They leech on him for guidance and advancement. Though they do not realize he has no direction himself. They are merely parasites clinging to a near-lifeless animal. It makes my bile rise that I have to exterminate them before I am allowed to finish my primary goal.”
He shifted in his seat. “My brother and I wished to completely rid the wrestling world of Johnny Bonecrusher. We thought we were successful in our goal, but like a cancer, he refuses to die,” Cameron’s face showed disgust. “Peyton found himself preoccupied with Luke Jackson. He fulfilled his wish of defeating him. However, my brother does not wish to dismantle Jackson. He only wants to demoralize him.”
Cameron placed a hand on his chest. “I wish to finish the deed. God has sent me along to this place to rid of Bonecrusher. My religious duty is to heed His wishes. Therefore, I am willing to take part in this ‘match’. In said match, I shall be teaming with two individuals. One of which I am close to, fond of. The other is a deplorable man that has transcended any definition of pride.”
Cameron picked up the wine glass, taking a sip of it. “Devin KONSTANTINE is a man solely out for himself. He has no dedication to this sport. He only exists in this world because he sees glory to revel in, accolades to possess, and achievements to seize. If it was not for this, KONSTANTINE could not exist. He is an agglomeration of pride, greed, wrath, and envy. If it was not for my mission now, I would rid the world of KONSTANTINE instead.”
“Since it is not in my nature, I will not trespass on his plans. His mind is always working on that level. He never once enters a battle without a plan to manipulate the odds to his favor. I respect that. Our team needs that. While I do generate plans, I have only one ambition. KONSTANTINE’s whole mind is fixated on ambitions. The question that he always asks himself is ‘How can I advance myself?’” he concluded. When he did, the Lady stood up from her position and walked off.
“The other woman in this match is none other than my younger sister, Artemis. I hardly get the opportunity to speak about my family. It is an irrelevant fact in most cases. The same people that choose to watch the RWD are the same who watched MSW and LEGACY. They know of us Kaisers. Many despise us. The good members of our family have spanned out across the world. This is a rare opportunity, indeed.”
“My little sister has transpired any boundaries that she might have. She stands to any problem or adversary with this tenacious resolve and the unwavering attitude. She is no wrestler herself. She might masquerade as one, but she is a fighter. She has fought tooth and nail for anything and everything she wanted. She or Peyton might be the future of our wrestling generation. I cannot say that I am not proud of the things she has accomplished in under a year. It is incredible.”
A rare, but nearly inaudible chuckle comes from Cameron. He drifted off into his own mind, allowing memories of old to cloud his mind.
“This foreboding fact that Artemis and I are family makes this match far more interesting. On the opposite side of the ring, we have my target, Frank Washington, and Shawna Martinez. I do not know of this Shawna Martinez woman outside of what Artemis has told me. I do not have any animosity towards her. If she stands in my way of Schneider, I will have to strike her down with furious anger. It will not be personal. It will only be business.”
“Frank Washington and I have never met face to face in a ring, but we have encountered each other in some form at LEGACY. He stood on the side of the worthless heathens. Why does someone like him decide to play on the wrong side? He paints his mask and wears it well, but he does not fool me. It is not my place to try to convince him. No, once again, that is not my mission.”
Cameron looked off to the roof of the building, as if he was speaking to the Lord himself.
“I believe God has a vision for the Revolutionary. I wish I had a glimpse of what he sees for Frank’s future. He knows that I will strike down Frank all the same. It makes me no difference. Frank wants to win this match for build his own reputation. It is odd being an outsider. I am not a part of your roster, RWD. You label me as such, but I am not fighting for your championships.”
“I am fighting to prove a point. Maxwell Schneider is a tall, gruesome man, but he will fall to me. I heard him scream out for my help. He wanted me to break him away from Johnny Bonecrusher. It is up to me to set him free. I saw this man before Bonecrusher entered his life. He can still be saved. That is what I am here to do in RWD.”
"Repeat after me: 'I'm not a professional wrestler.'"
"I am a disciple sent here to do God's work. His work is to tear apart anything and everything that Bonecrusher holds dear. This 'Fold' is about to be dealt with extreme prejudice and zero mercy."
The Lady of Babylon came back and handed him the spike. Cameron took hold of it and looked among its form. Blood still stained the spike from his actions last week. "Seeing as I am not preoccupied with records, I almost opted to go into this 'match' and immediately attack Schneider with this. However, I have one thing standing in my way. I allow it to be in my way. Artemis does not cheat. She is a honorable girl with an ego that is based around the aforementioned fact. This is their only chance. Pray to Artemis to stop me from taking this weapon to Schneider or anyone else's head."
"She is your protection. She is your savior this week. I am your prophet. I am your punishment. I will do what needs to be done."
As Cameron finished his statement, he lowered his head back down to the ground. It was as if he turned himself off from reality. The Lady of Babylon walked over to the camera. She tinkered with it, forcing the viewers to see her obscure mask. The camera feed cut short.
so quickly so sad!
