Post by "The Punisher" Sah'ta Thor on May 12, 2011 9:30:05 GMT
Wrathful Stirrings
The time comes when a man much allow the devastation he carries within to become an outward manifestation. There comes a time when being the nice guy can only go so far before you had to unleash your inner demons.
It was just over a week before his wedding and instead of being able to walk into it as the FWF World Champion he was heading there with nothing. His expectations and aspirations of finally doing something to make himself of his bride to be had fallen apart. Sure he hadn’t been pinned but still he had managed to lose the most important match of his career to date. He had lost the last chance of his days as a single man to become a World Champion. Yet even more frustrating that he head but his best foot forward and the management was appearing to reward that being by pushing him back to mid card.
This self sabotaging doubt was supported by the his placement on the card. The middle match on the first show after Genesis VIII. Quite a fall from the main event status he had earned since his return to the FWF. Yet the silver lining in this was the FWF Lost Heroes Trophy League was finally starting. And he had been named one of the eight men who had been put into the contention for the Lost Hero Trophy. Yet like every storm cloud there was a surprise inside, as he would be facing The Mad Viking, Oswald Brodd in a Lost Heroes Trophy League match. Brodd was the current FWF Universal Champion, the title that he had been the first to hold.
Yet the rub of the match was that he knew how determined Brodd was in the ring. He knew how powerful he was in a fight. The really sad thing was that back before Jealousy VII, the two men had been on against the British Empire. A group that for all intents and purposes had fallen apart with the post Jealousy 7 management crisis. Thought the simple fact remained that the two were now being put into a match against each other. It was to be the very first time the two men had faced of in a one on one match. The first time that the two FWF Warriors would meet in the squared circle and he intend to make it a match that no one ever forgot about.
“So what are you going to do about the lack of respect you are being given from the FWF management? Or are you going to let it go like you always do brother mine?” He stiffens slightly as his inner reflections are interrupted by the voice of his brother echoing through the back of his mind. His brother shared his mind and sometimes offered his unwanted opinion on how he should act. Yet, the times he appeared with his mind became some of his greatest moments.
It was an almost symbiotic relationship but at the same time he was a man who feared what he was ultimately capable of. A relationship that had become awoken once since Genesis VIII. With a tired sigh he answers the question that begged to be answered. “What does it matter brother? I have given my best to the company and still it seems like they don’t trust me enough to make them a significant enough amount of money.” A snicker is heard in the back of his mind as he senses his brother’s eye rolling.
“Haven’t you figured it out yet brother? You have to take what you want. You have to force the world into doing what you want it to.”
[/i] He could heard the exasperation in the words as he sensed his brother’s discontent. “Or have you grown soft and complacent in your success?] The contempt was there in the words and yet it was the second time that the argument that he had grown complacent and soft had been brought up in the last week. He had thought he had showed the truth by withstanding a chair shot to the head and wrestling in a tables match.The time comes when a man much allow the devastation he carries within to become an outward manifestation. There comes a time when being the nice guy can only go so far before you had to unleash your inner demons.
It was just over a week before his wedding and instead of being able to walk into it as the FWF World Champion he was heading there with nothing. His expectations and aspirations of finally doing something to make himself of his bride to be had fallen apart. Sure he hadn’t been pinned but still he had managed to lose the most important match of his career to date. He had lost the last chance of his days as a single man to become a World Champion. Yet even more frustrating that he head but his best foot forward and the management was appearing to reward that being by pushing him back to mid card.
This self sabotaging doubt was supported by the his placement on the card. The middle match on the first show after Genesis VIII. Quite a fall from the main event status he had earned since his return to the FWF. Yet the silver lining in this was the FWF Lost Heroes Trophy League was finally starting. And he had been named one of the eight men who had been put into the contention for the Lost Hero Trophy. Yet like every storm cloud there was a surprise inside, as he would be facing The Mad Viking, Oswald Brodd in a Lost Heroes Trophy League match. Brodd was the current FWF Universal Champion, the title that he had been the first to hold.
Yet the rub of the match was that he knew how determined Brodd was in the ring. He knew how powerful he was in a fight. The really sad thing was that back before Jealousy VII, the two men had been on against the British Empire. A group that for all intents and purposes had fallen apart with the post Jealousy 7 management crisis. Thought the simple fact remained that the two were now being put into a match against each other. It was to be the very first time the two men had faced of in a one on one match. The first time that the two FWF Warriors would meet in the squared circle and he intend to make it a match that no one ever forgot about.
“So what are you going to do about the lack of respect you are being given from the FWF management? Or are you going to let it go like you always do brother mine?” He stiffens slightly as his inner reflections are interrupted by the voice of his brother echoing through the back of his mind. His brother shared his mind and sometimes offered his unwanted opinion on how he should act. Yet, the times he appeared with his mind became some of his greatest moments.
It was an almost symbiotic relationship but at the same time he was a man who feared what he was ultimately capable of. A relationship that had become awoken once since Genesis VIII. With a tired sigh he answers the question that begged to be answered. “What does it matter brother? I have given my best to the company and still it seems like they don’t trust me enough to make them a significant enough amount of money.” A snicker is heard in the back of his mind as he senses his brother’s eye rolling.
“Haven’t you figured it out yet brother? You have to take what you want. You have to force the world into doing what you want it to.”
A tables match that he had issued the challenge to in response to being called soft. “I am not soft brother. the other night should have shown you that. I still have the killer edge and the drive to create devastation. I am not weak or stupid brother nor am I going to let the management push me back down the roster. I am one the greatest stars on the current FWF roster.”[/i] His determination and fiery passion could be felt in the retort as he balled his fists angrily. “So what are you going to do brother?”[/i]
The question was delivered in the tone a teacher uses on a disappointing favored pupil. A pupil who had great potential if only they applied themselves. The tone of the words cause him to grit his teeth as he takes a deep breath. “I will leave Oswald Brodd broken in the ring come Live-Wire.” He could feel the self satisfied smirk on his brother’s lips as he spoke the words aloud with a growl.
Blood Sacrifices
He paced the room like a trapped animal as he waits for something. It was just over a week until his wedding and now word had comes as of yet on his pre-wedding party but even more disturbing was the silence he had gotten from some of his groomsmen. It was start to look like key people for his wedding celebration were not going to show up. A shame that would be as he had planned an event to remember, an event that would leave many talking for weeks to come. Yet, here he was having last minute issues and he feared the next week would only compound the issue.
However, the silver lining to all of this was that he was ready to send a message to the masses. A message that would clue them into his current state of mind. Finally a knock could be heard on the door causing him to look up while stopping his pacing. “Come In!” The door opens and a young man in jeans and a t-shirt walks into the room. In the young man’s hands was a note pad. The man enters and a guy holding a camera, with gold and purple IBN letters on the side, steps into the room and stays out of the way. “I was beginning to wonder if you were coming.”
“Sorry Sir, we ran into traffic. So how do you want to do this?” He raises an eye brow while looking at the young man. “Zach I would have thought you would know how to handle an interview. Though I guess I want you here to listen to what I have to say and maybe ask a few questions afterwards.” He looks at the camera with a wicked grin on his lips while he waves for Zach to find a seat.
“Start filming. Hello FWF faithful, I am Sah’ta Thor and I have yet again been denied my rightful place at the top of the FWF. Once again some other man was declared the winner of an FWF World Title match. Yet, I have spent since Genesis reviewing the footage of the match trying to pick out anything that would indicate that I was not at the top of my game. I have yet to find a single thing to point to that outcome. No, what I see is an old man getting lucky. I wasn’t even pinned to find the final outcome. However, in the management’s infinite wisdom they have seemingly pulled me from the World Title picture. I say this because I have been put into the Lost Heroes Trophy Tournament, which could potentially indicate that I am being moved out of the big hunt. Though to be fair this is just idle speculation on my part as I have heard nothing either way.”
He pauses to take a breath while starting to paces once more. He had started on a controversial front that might be seen as airing the FWF backstage’s dirty laundry but he had to continue on with what he was saying. He had to keep up with a point he had made some time ago while adding another one to his list of potentially rash comments. “However, evidence is given support my speculation in the form of the upcoming FWF Live-Wire Card. I am to face off against Oswald Brodd in our first ever singles meeting. A match that is part of the Lost Heroes League but even more importantly it will be a match that will serve to remind the entire FWF sphere, from fans to management, that I am more than a stepping stone for others to use on their way to the top.
I would like to remind everyone that in I have been in the last three FWF World Title matches. Sure I lost them all but in the match where Christian Lee won the title off Pain, I was not pinned, At Jealousy well that was a interesting ending, and at Genesis VIII the same story holds true I was NOT pinned.” He stops his pacing and turns to look dead into the camera as he leans forward slightly. All the while an mask of intense fiery passion wrapped in indignation and determination. “I would like to further remind you all that I have stuck by the FWF since I signed my contract back in March of 2007. In that time I have seen the rampant success of a company that had two weekly shows and a roster of nearly fifty Warriors dwindle to what you see today. I was here during the Chris Sharp Era, which lead to the closing of the FWF for nearly six months, even competing a match of his devising. The Devil’s Advocate Match. A match that has only ever been done with in the FWF twice and I was in both of them. A match that was a major cause for Predator’s retirement from the ring.
Yet, even Chris Sharp didn’t last as he was bought out, leaving the FWF in flux once again. A flux that cause a second FWF closure of at least several months. Though thing picked up again and we ran smoothly for a short time until we had yet another six mouth closure due to management shake ups. A closure that came in the aftermath of Jealousy VII and was end by the Blizzard special that held on almost a month and half ago. You would think that a man of my talent would drift away during the FWF down times. Unlike a majority of the people who were hear at the first FWF closure I have have kept coming back. I have stayed true to the company and been a pillar of stability and continuity. I have fought in 53 matches since since I signed my FWF contract and yet it seems that I have yet to convince somebody of my worth to the FWF.
He opens his arms in the universal sign for “I don’t know” and shrugs. He glances over at Zach with a grin before he once more begins to speak. “Maybe I am not well enough connected to the management. I am sure being related to the Chairman of the FWF has its perks. After all, our new FWF World Champion is the father in law to the current FWF Owner and Chairman Pain. So I guess the FWF has become a family owned Title reign factory with the way you have James Stall, our new World Champion’s grandson, as a Tag Team Champion. Oh well I guess I could just be pointing out a disturbing coincidence.” He keeps staring into the camera with his eyes a blaze with an intense inner fire.
“Or maybe the management doesn’t trust me at the top because of my other contract and the fact that I am not exclusive to the FWF. A shame that because at a tool my having the FWF World Title and taking it into another fed with would GENERATE more viewers and attract more talent to the place. Well I guess someone hasn’t done the figures on that one but either way I know that some where some has the authority to keep me in the contention for a belt that should rightfully be mine. Though I will tell you all NOW that if I have to start destroying people until I get the respect I deserve then so be it. I have out lasted three management shut downs and ownership changes so I think I have shown my loyalty to the FWF.” He reaches over and pulls out folder that he an inch thick. He holds the folder up and smirks into the camera while he takes a deep nostril flaring breath.
“This folder represents the offers I have had from other companies for me to join their rosters. While I am not looking to leave the FWF there are companies who want me on their roster. Companies who accept my less having other obligations on the weekends. The bottom line is that I have turned them all down since I have memories here. This is where I met back up with me son and daughter after many years. This is where I really started to get into the groove of the wrestling world back when I still was learning the craft. So I do not speak the next words lightly, I can survive leaving the FWF if it came down to it. But, could the FWF survive the loss of the over four million Empire of Blood viewers that my leaving would create? Like I said something for management to think about.”
He stops speaking and sets the folder back on his desk while he looks at Zach with a slightly smirk. “But before the management starts getting antsy about my leaving the FWF let me say that I have no intentions of doing that. They will probably be nailing me into a coffin long before I intend to quit the FWF. And if you have any doubts of that than watch my match against Oswald Brood. When the match is over and I stand tall in the ring ask yourself if that is a face of a man who intends to give up fighting what should be his. Soon enough everyone will see the side of me that I have kept in check for months. You will learn why I wrestle in two matches a week. It is time to sit back and enjoy the Destroyer’s handiwork.” He turns towards Zach with a shark like grin. It was a grin that made the man stand up and moves away slowly.
“Any questions Zach? His voice had taken on a chilling mix of rage and murderous intentions. His eyes gleamed with a predatory light which causes both the camera man and Zach to move slowly towards the door. As the pair leave the room he starts to laugh manically. The door closes with the last image being that of his demonic looking visage.[/b][/center]
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