Post by Viduus Morta on Dec 30, 2020 23:53:10 GMT -5
”Creation, preservation, destruction. The trimurti of the religion known as Hinduism. Are you three familiar?”
The familiar voice of Viduus Morta boomed through the dark screen. It was rare that he had anyone to talk to these days other than the Union Battleground audience. The Speaker was cast out. There was no next of kin, no dogs, no cats, no weird creatures following him around.
The scenes that surrounded Viduus usually included some creepy faction of creatures that would haunt our dreams or perhaps a history lesson of how ugly the world could be. Viewers had to be thinking that it is supposed to be this plain.
“You three embody the idea of the Trimturi when it comes to the self.”
The highest seat in the Callafia Bullring is where Viduus sat. There was no trench coat or special effects painting a better picture for the viewer; it was only the star filled night sky and a beaming slightly full moon to cast a large Viduus like shadow over the already set up ring. The moon hit Viduus’ face just right, illuminating his recently revealed chiseled jaw line. His black button down shirt was just slightly unbuttoned revealing a chiseled chest line. All of these things were just more proof of the evolution that Viduus has gone through.
“Blue. Creation. You have created quite the name for yourself in Union Battleground but you are still seeking that signature win. This could be it for you Blue. This could be your way out of the Union GP shadow and to establish yourself as a real contender. Unfortunately, this creation of yours will never live up to what is expected of it and it begins with your fall ag Coup de Grace.
You are unfortunately are caught in a war here that was bred before your time. A war that you can’t settle and a war you certainly won’t win. If you listening closely though, you’ll go far...eventually, just not at Coup de Grace.”
Viduus sits back in his chair in a casual certainty. The confidence was at an all time high which is something to be said. This is a man who at one point couldn’t speak for himself. A man who needed his brother to speak his words for him. This is a man who needed Salvation to show him the potential he had within him the whole time. This is a man who hid behind face paint and tricks and whatever strings his brother decided to pull to make him successful.
This man is one who is standing on his own two feet. This man is the one ready to own his mistakes, to right his wrongs, and to finally become Union Battleground Champion.
“Bryan Williams. It’s been a long time old friend but I think you know what you embody. Self-destruction. Wherever you go Bryan you are lookin for gold. Where ever you go, when you don’t get the gold you tuck tail and run. You were the chosen one and one point for the 4cw title but failed and took your ball and went home. You came back as the chosen one for the pride title and when you lost that you once again took your ball and went home. When you failed in the tag title tournament you took your ball and went home. What happens when you lose the War horse championship?
Will you leave UB to look for gold in some god for saken tournament that some flash in the pan put together? You self destruct upon every major failure that you have. You destroy every link to any company you have once you have failed just to try and beg your way back into a title picture. All you need to do is persevere and you could be great but you, Bryan, would prefer to destroy yourself as you always have.”
Viduus sat there smugly. The chord that he struck wasn’t new but it’s also one that has been touched on for a bit. It’s one that Bryan would
Hopefully bite on anytime he doubted himself during the match.
The next opponent was one that Viduus had been dying to get a hold of. The moon’s light if possible seemed to grow even brighter.
“Self preservation. Well, that’s reserved for you Tommy. Anyone who has been in the ring with knows that is why you embody wholeheartedly. You speak these big powerful words. You make statements and take shots at your opponents that you know will affect them and their psyche but you always follow it up with something else don’t you?
You’re always looking for a way out. You’re always looking for an excuse as to why you lost. You always are sure to mention how you don’t even want to win matches because that holds you to a higher standard and you hate trying. You are sure to always let everyone know that you’re barely just coasting through things no matter what is on the line. I can assure everyone that Tommy is just trying to preserve his image of being an unmotivated, lazy, former wizard turned Twitter star hit the truth is the opposite.
Tommy tries his hardest night in and night out and it is something I took for granted our first and only meeting in 4cw. This is for the Warhorse title but in the end this is really about the UB title and any person in this match claiming otherwise has already lost.”
Viduus spins his index finger in a circle.
“Around and around we go ladies and gentlemen but it is only I that knows what is truly at stake here. Hinduism just like all other religions is based in fiction. The truth is truth and I am here to expose it. The Trimurti is a wonderful metaphor for the three individuals that stand in my way but I have a confession.”
Viduus stood and pointed towards the ring before the camera focused solely on his head.
“I have taken something from each and everyone one of you. I could have given up a long time ago when I was told I was a fake, a nobody, a nothing. People had the gall to tel me what I accomplished in my career didn’t really mean anything. But for the 5 people that hate me there are 5 others that look to me for inspiration. For another 5 people that wall despise me there are five others waiting to hear my truth. The truth is that I was once split from my destiny but since that I have reset my path. My destiny is to rule over Union Battleground and I shall do so. It all starts with the Warhorse title and it will be MINE.”
Black.
The familiar voice of Viduus Morta boomed through the dark screen. It was rare that he had anyone to talk to these days other than the Union Battleground audience. The Speaker was cast out. There was no next of kin, no dogs, no cats, no weird creatures following him around.
The scenes that surrounded Viduus usually included some creepy faction of creatures that would haunt our dreams or perhaps a history lesson of how ugly the world could be. Viewers had to be thinking that it is supposed to be this plain.
“You three embody the idea of the Trimturi when it comes to the self.”
The highest seat in the Callafia Bullring is where Viduus sat. There was no trench coat or special effects painting a better picture for the viewer; it was only the star filled night sky and a beaming slightly full moon to cast a large Viduus like shadow over the already set up ring. The moon hit Viduus’ face just right, illuminating his recently revealed chiseled jaw line. His black button down shirt was just slightly unbuttoned revealing a chiseled chest line. All of these things were just more proof of the evolution that Viduus has gone through.
“Blue. Creation. You have created quite the name for yourself in Union Battleground but you are still seeking that signature win. This could be it for you Blue. This could be your way out of the Union GP shadow and to establish yourself as a real contender. Unfortunately, this creation of yours will never live up to what is expected of it and it begins with your fall ag Coup de Grace.
You are unfortunately are caught in a war here that was bred before your time. A war that you can’t settle and a war you certainly won’t win. If you listening closely though, you’ll go far...eventually, just not at Coup de Grace.”
Viduus sits back in his chair in a casual certainty. The confidence was at an all time high which is something to be said. This is a man who at one point couldn’t speak for himself. A man who needed his brother to speak his words for him. This is a man who needed Salvation to show him the potential he had within him the whole time. This is a man who hid behind face paint and tricks and whatever strings his brother decided to pull to make him successful.
This man is one who is standing on his own two feet. This man is the one ready to own his mistakes, to right his wrongs, and to finally become Union Battleground Champion.
“Bryan Williams. It’s been a long time old friend but I think you know what you embody. Self-destruction. Wherever you go Bryan you are lookin for gold. Where ever you go, when you don’t get the gold you tuck tail and run. You were the chosen one and one point for the 4cw title but failed and took your ball and went home. You came back as the chosen one for the pride title and when you lost that you once again took your ball and went home. When you failed in the tag title tournament you took your ball and went home. What happens when you lose the War horse championship?
Will you leave UB to look for gold in some god for saken tournament that some flash in the pan put together? You self destruct upon every major failure that you have. You destroy every link to any company you have once you have failed just to try and beg your way back into a title picture. All you need to do is persevere and you could be great but you, Bryan, would prefer to destroy yourself as you always have.”
Viduus sat there smugly. The chord that he struck wasn’t new but it’s also one that has been touched on for a bit. It’s one that Bryan would
Hopefully bite on anytime he doubted himself during the match.
The next opponent was one that Viduus had been dying to get a hold of. The moon’s light if possible seemed to grow even brighter.
“Self preservation. Well, that’s reserved for you Tommy. Anyone who has been in the ring with knows that is why you embody wholeheartedly. You speak these big powerful words. You make statements and take shots at your opponents that you know will affect them and their psyche but you always follow it up with something else don’t you?
You’re always looking for a way out. You’re always looking for an excuse as to why you lost. You always are sure to mention how you don’t even want to win matches because that holds you to a higher standard and you hate trying. You are sure to always let everyone know that you’re barely just coasting through things no matter what is on the line. I can assure everyone that Tommy is just trying to preserve his image of being an unmotivated, lazy, former wizard turned Twitter star hit the truth is the opposite.
Tommy tries his hardest night in and night out and it is something I took for granted our first and only meeting in 4cw. This is for the Warhorse title but in the end this is really about the UB title and any person in this match claiming otherwise has already lost.”
Viduus spins his index finger in a circle.
“Around and around we go ladies and gentlemen but it is only I that knows what is truly at stake here. Hinduism just like all other religions is based in fiction. The truth is truth and I am here to expose it. The Trimurti is a wonderful metaphor for the three individuals that stand in my way but I have a confession.”
Viduus stood and pointed towards the ring before the camera focused solely on his head.
“I have taken something from each and everyone one of you. I could have given up a long time ago when I was told I was a fake, a nobody, a nothing. People had the gall to tel me what I accomplished in my career didn’t really mean anything. But for the 5 people that hate me there are 5 others that look to me for inspiration. For another 5 people that wall despise me there are five others waiting to hear my truth. The truth is that I was once split from my destiny but since that I have reset my path. My destiny is to rule over Union Battleground and I shall do so. It all starts with the Warhorse title and it will be MINE.”
Black.