Post by mystery on Dec 21, 2022 16:54:14 GMT -5
The Prophecy of……
My personal thoughts upon the world. Part one.
“Please allow me to introduce myself,
I am a man of wealth and taste…..”
“It’s ironic to know when you hear these first two lines that you ultimately end up with the Devil and not with me? It’s obviously a desperate attempt to lure you all in to believe that I do not exit. Something you all have done such a marvellous job at into believing in a lesser power. People have often critiqued faith as in: “How can you believe in something that you cannot see??” And yet, I stand here before you. Does this not count as gift you refuse to accept??”
“I guess you prefer to believe that you are the end all and be all that rules the world, destroying everything in your path that would tell you otherwise. Fearing the unknown, not believing that ONE MAN is all that it takes to change it all. Because only then you realize how futile you have become. Realizing that you have willingly cast me aside, just like the ancient days. Merely because you never intended to let power slip through your fingers, preferring to tell the world lies that suits YOU best. Yet you choose to mock me, celebrating the greatest gift to mankind as an eating festivity and wait for a fat slob to fall down a chimney with presents. Does that make Santa to be the “Man of wealth and taste??”
“I will dispute every single word that you will utter, because none of it will truly matter. But I will make you believe my children, but no longer am I here to revert you back into the light. Because for that it is already too late. “
“Because I have returned to pass judgement upon YOU all, this time it will be YOUR cross that needs to be carried upon your weakened shoulders. Then and only then you understand for truly who I am…. But before that day comes, I will leave you all with a final story….“
The beginning of the end, the story of the unknown.
“I have a little story to tell….,”
A soft voice speaks as four children are seated in a circle around a burning campfire
“A story about a man that everyone knows, but we choose to ignore.”
The oldest of the four kids says as his eyes move towards the three others that have joined him around the campfire.
“Some say he is a prophet, others proclaim that he is the reincarnation of The King of Kings, but none truly know except for the glimpses He allows us to witness.“
The words start to trouble the three others as they start to feel chills run up and down their spines, not knowing whether this is fictional or the actual truth.
“The Prophecy has told us that one day HE would appear.”
Says the voice in an even softer whisper, as if he is terrified to be overheard by some with evil intent. This causes him to close his eyes for a few seconds as if he is searching for the right words to continue.
“It has been foretold that HE would bring the people together by merely the power of the spoken word….”
The voice silences as they hear a branch snap, all four faces turn to the direction the sound came from, causing their hearts to beat faster as the unknown is approaching them.
“Who is there??”
Asks another voice, the trembling cannot be hidden in his attempt to sound brave. The footsteps continued for a few more moments before it suddenly stops, only to be followed by the howl of a wolf from a total different direction as this causes their attention to be diverted.
“A pack of wolves?? Here???”
Whispers a third voice towards the others, one reaches over towards the burning branches that they had picked up earlier the day for the fire but gets halted by the leader of the group.
“They won’t approach as long as we keep this fire burning.”
He says in an attempt to assure them of their safety, even though he himself is far from being confident in his own words. They wait for a few more moments, listening in whether they will hear another sound or not before turning their faces back towards the fire.
“Pussies…”
The youngest says with a smile upon his face that causes the others to laugh at as the glow in the fire causes him to look really foolish.
“Were you reciting The Bible??”
The youngest asks the first one that had started talking, his eyes glare over towards the youngster as he watches the freckles on the glowing cheeks from the youngster as he stares hopeful back to the oldest of the group. Finally shaking his head as he lets out a sigh.
“I truly wished it was that easy…”
A whistle cuts off his sentence, the kid looks up as he recognizes the tune. The horror on his face is clearly visible as he turns around towards his friends before throwing sand and dirt all over the fire.
“Get up… NOW!!”
The fear on their faces are clearly visible, realizing that something dangerous is approaching that they do not know what it may be. They grab their things and attempt to run away from where the whistling is once again heard, this time far more clearer as it is approaching them faster than they can run away from it.
“No, please.. not HIM again….”
He utters while sobbing because he knows what will come next, wishing that he had not put out the fire as the woods are now fully darkened. He suddenly hears a soft thud, that is followed by a loud scream from one of his friends. But he refuses to stop and turn around for him as the sound of the youngest begging for them to pick him up quickly changes into a deafening scream that only lasts for a few moments…. Only to be replaced by that damn whistle once more.
“What are we running from???”
One of the other two remaining friends hisses over towards him, he wants to answer but is unable to because of his heart seemingly stuck inside his throat from fear. His thoughts travel back to that faithful day that he had wished to have forgotten for over a million times now.
“You don’t want to know”
A raspy voice shouts behind them as the remaining boys turn around, causing them to hit a tree and drop down to the ground on the ground as a figure emerges and kneels down at their feet.
“I guess it’s time for WGWF that I make my presence felt…..”
He says as he lifts the camera up to his face to reveal his identity, only to have the shot fade moments before the camera has an opportunity to reveal his identity.
“I warned the world that I was coming, but did they listen??”
A soft croak escapes his lips as he is hiding in the darkness, the only light that is visual is a candle burning in front of his steel plated boots. The figure is seated in the corner, his arms resting on top of his knees while holding onto a glass of water. We hear Love you to Death from Type O Negative softly playing on the background, causing the fingers of the free hand softly move to the rhythm as if he is directing the band to play.
“How many times have I not listened to the shallow promos of one Chris Page, committing himself to have the very best roster in pro wrestling today. And all I can do is to shake my head in amazement, assuming to have the wind underneath his wings merely because he has others to do his bidding. But I guess that’s what age does to a human being that you have taken too many chair shots to your head huh Chris??”
“Nothing but love though……”
The figure lifts the glass to his lips and we hear him swallow some of it, causing the camera to witness his Adam’s apple move with every single swallow that he produces. A sigh is heard as the figure moves the glass back to its original position where it was a few moments ago. The camera zooms in on his hand as we see several silver skull rings attached to his fingers while noticing that the glass is clearly made out of expensive crystal like material.
“How much it amuses me to watch you all squirm by trying to seek for a spot in this company that attempts to relive it’s past glory, while all that you have been doing is nothing more than run from reality. The reality that has a name….. And that name will be etched upon all of your minds at the end of this West Coast Rumble. As in me being YOUR WGWF World Heavyweight Champion…..”
A soft laugh can be heard before silencing it by taking another sip from the glass of water, the silence is slowly broken when the sound of a door being opened is heard. This causes the camera to turn around as we see a female figure standing in the door entrance, she is completely engulfed by the light of the hallway as this causes her identity to remain a mystery. She slowly walks forward into the room before stopping as she closes the door, she then continues the walk as high heels can be heard clicking upon the wooden floor underneath her.
“Did you had to scare those boy scouts??”
A heavily European accent escapes her lips as she gently walks towards him, keeping her distance in order to keep her identity a secret. The light emanating from the candle shows the fabric of her dress, revealing the rather sensual high heel shoes that she is wearing and a tattoo of the letter M tattooed just above her ankle. The camera lifts upwards a little as it barely can manage to register curls around her head as the rest remains in darkness. The question has caused the man in the room to chuckle.
“It’s just like mentioning the Sandman’s name three times and he appears my sweetheart. Do not start something that you cannot finish. It was a necessary thing to happen, I hope they did not cry to their mother’s about it??”
He asks her in a sadistic fashion, anticipating her response but there’s none. She slowly crosses her arms across her chest while staring at him.
“Is it me or has the cancel culture already reached its high point with over protective mommies that cannot entertain the thought of helping their children into maturity?? Teaching them to stand on their own two feet and make their own decisions?? I guess I will have to apologize to the world in tenfold now??”
He chuckles as he watches the woman shake her head as she uncrosses her arms and lifts them in the air as if she has given up.
“Is everything a joke to you G…..”
“Now now, you know the deal my pretty. I cannot reveal my identity until the right moment has arrived. We wouldn’t want my own blood to find out without me telling him straight to his face now would we??”
“But I will promise to behave, I don’t want the whole world to know all of the bad things that I have done this year that would keep me from Santa’s favourites list for another year or so.”
The mysterious riddles causes the woman to sigh before walking off, shaking her hips in a sensual way before exiting the room through the same door that she had entered through a few moments ago.
“You know what?? I may tell you all a secret at the end of this fascinating life lesson that I am about to give you, but only if you promise to be good little boys and girls.”
There’s a moment of silence as the song from Type O Negative has ended playing and Black Heart from Life Of Agony begin to play.
“Isn’t this ironic? The one band that I could honestly say that a majority of their fanbase have always believed they knew who Keith Caputo really was. An apparent mystery that I could honestly say that in my entire career nobody has come close to figure out who the fuck I truly am…. And what a better way to reveal my true identity by keeping you wait in suspense until the West Coast Rumble. Because there’s nothing more in this world that pleases me more than to dictate EVERYTHING that concerns your pitiful existence.”
“Have you already figured the identity of the wrestling’s version of Mina Caputo that only a few can?? Well let me get your heads out of whomever ass that you like to suck up to, because you won’t.”
His fingers tap against the edge of the now empty glass, the sound of the rings causes it to echo a little before placing the glass upon the floor. The sudden movement causes a tattoo to be revealed upon the back of his hand of a long haired figure sporting skull facepaint with a large Biblical letter G underneath it.
“Did that gave it away??”
The figure starts to wiggle his hand for a moment before placing his other hand on top of it to hide the tattoo that must be a clue to his past.
”It pleases me to know that there are familiar faces upon this roster that would welcome me with open arms once if they had known that I would make my grand entry inside the Rumble, to make me feel right at home, but that’s not what I am looking for. I am here to shatter your hopes and dreams by claiming the world title to be my own. Because it’s exactly that what Chris Page had envisioned for his first world champion to be after the relaunch of WGWF. He wants a champion that stands above EACH AND EVERYONE OF YOU, because I am not seeking for a pat on the back a tour through the locker room and shake anyone’s hands. I intend to run through each and every one of you.”
“Oh and please, each of you enlighten me with stupidity to make bold claims that you are better than me, that you shall close my mouth and put me down like Old Yellar…. Because if this is the level that Chris Page and his company is strive to reach, then I have already won without ever having set foot inside that squared circle.”
This is met by sinister laughter that echoes through the room of the mysterious figure, the hand that covers the hand with the tattoo slowly slides off of it. Noticing the characteristic facial expression of a man that only a few could remember.
“You shouldn’t be worried about my identity, or whether I am confident in my own ability to outlast each and every one of you. Because if you think that competing against seventeen possible names at once inside that squared circle will scare me? I have schooling screaming catholic girls like all of you for my entire life. Now I could utter all my past accomplishments that would make you drool like crazy, but none is interested in accepting accolades that would fit perfectly to a KING.”
The man turns his hand and gestures towards the camera to raise upwards towards his face, only to stop as it comes close towards his face. We see a mouth smirking while chewing upon a piece of chewing gum.
”I’ve been around for a long, long years
Stole Million man’s soul and faith.”
““Just imagine what I have done millions upon millions names that have come and went, all telling the world that they would take over from the man that they call …. And where are they now?? And the mere thought that none of you can figure out who the fuck I am?? Then please, give me a freaking break of ever assuming that you will win THIS world title.”
“THE KINGDOM” FRED DEBONAIR
ACE SKY
SAMANTHA VOX
“CHOLO” GIOVANNI SANTANA
“THE GLORIOUS” TRISTAN SLATER
“THE MECHANIC” PETER VAUGHN
JOHNATHON “THE BEST” CABLE
THE PUNISHER
“KING OF THE MIDCARDERS” MARK FLYNN
MAX “F’N” DAEMON
MAC BANE
“THE EPITOME” MIKE ANGELO
“THE MECCA OF MANHOOD” MIKE MASON
BAM MILLER
PAUL MONTUORI
RAION KIDDO
HOLDEN ROSS”
The figure leans his head back for a moment while keeping the camera from showcasing his identity.
“I have to admit, those are some impressive wrestling names, we got people that are champions in other companies. Names that have made an impression as of late that gets people talking. Is that what you want?? To have some smiling suit talk about how great you have been doing as of late?? What is this?? Is this the “What have you done for me lately” wrestling rendition of Janet Jackson’s classic?? And does this mean that I think that none of you can wrestle?? Well that’s up to you to prove me wrong, because I really don’t care. I got fifteen other names to either worry about, or watch them eliminate themselves before I even get my foot inside that squared circle. And before you people start to tell me that I cannot count, please educate yourselves over the mere fact that I don’t care about imitators trying to steal my heat. Because unlike me, they are incapable of doing whatever it TAKES to be a mystery. I am mystery personified as I am always one step ahead of the rest, because I don’t need to hide my identity for all of you…. You just aren’t deserving enough to even being mentioning my name until my fucking music hits and the realization will hit you just as hard as being hit by a high pressure sprayer. Let that just sink into your head for a second before opening your mouth and let profanity be the language of stupidity once again. Because do you know what that will do to you if that hits your face?? Your body?? Of course you do, but you are too stupid to even acknowledge it.”
“This is a Rumble match, the luck of the draw. Endurance and patience is all that matters to every one of you, except for me. And do you know why little WGWF pretenders??”
The figure stops as we hear the song “God Is Dead” from Black Sabbath cut an intro that causes the figure to silence for a few moments.
“I have been taught that every story has a beginning, a middle part and an ending. A story that just like Black Sabbath’s musical antics being spread with controversy starting from the intro and all the way to the very final chapter. Do I need to bite the head off a bat to make the headlines in today’s society??”
A dark and sinister laugh escapes his lips while his hand keeps the camera to a steady position as it shows his upper body that is visible through a Victorian like blouse that opens up in the front. We see strange tattoos covering his chest as his breathing is slowly increasing.
“The only headline that will come out of this chapter of the West Coast Rumble is that I misled you all into believing that I am a joke. While in reality you need to ask yourself is God really dead?? And within that question you will find the true answer on whether I am truly dead? But that’s mystery for ya…”
“But I guess it’s time for me to step aside for the early Holiday presents to be opened, to have the shock upon your faces when your present that you will receive isn’t what you wanted but sure as hell deserve. Taking you all the way into 2023, the year where GOD himself would not have believed. But once when I hold that championship belt high above my head, Chronic Chris Page will thank me, thank me for saving his company, thank me for saving the credibility of his company that NONE of you are capable of creating and maintaining. So if you all don’t believe me, I urge you to prove me wrong. ”
A soft whistle escapes his lips before placing his hand in front of the camera to signify the end of the promo as everything goes to black.
“ And I was 'round when Jesus Christ
Had his moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that Pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game”