Post by Lochlyn Cade on Aug 18, 2021 12:00:04 GMT
Ripping the mask off the Masquerade (II of III) “Knowing your own darkness is the best method for dealing with the darkness of other people.” – Carl Jung The clock of Havoc methodically ticks onward towards the destiny of one. The hands of time slashing away gravely as the sickle of the Reaper takes the victims of opportunity. The confidence and sureness of the man of mask grows intensely. Burning like a white flame illuminating the darkness of fear and anxiety which plagues minds of the less certain. Through the whirlwind chaos swirling within the thoughts and bodies of the cruiserweights the mask sits quietly, patiently. Meditation is complex and manyfold. It’s the profound feeling of satisfaction. A vastness of lucid clarity within heart and mind. Live mindfully. The man of shadowy individuality sits in a dimly lit room of peacefulness. Legs crossed, hands resting on his knees, and his eyes closed as he meditates, reflecting. A pitch black figure stands behind him in the corner of the room watching. “I’m ready.” The words silently spoken a sharp whisper of self-confidence. The mysterious voice behind him responds coarse and piercing. “It’s the pugnacious battle of self for which you’ve been preparing.” Raijin responds with a long-drawn breath of calm. “I’m ready.” It’s the pendulum of contention that’s been mounting since those introductory days within Action Wrestling. His signature chiseled upon paper and potential legacy. CruiserHavoc. The obscure building blocks of the coming year. Raijin raises his hands from his knees and places them on the floor lifting himself to his feet. He turns towards the shadowy figure. “It’s her… the little parable of my life.” The dark figure appears to lean backwards leaning against the wall. “Why now? Why here?” “One of the greatest tragedies in life is to lose your own sense of self and accept the version of you that is expected by everyone else.” ― K.L. Toth Raijin turns away from the figure and walks towards a small round table situated on the far wall. He picks up a bottle of water as he loosens the lid and turns back towards he figure. “That’s the vault with an unknown combination. I haven’t broken into that answer. She’s always been a mystery too me, everybody.” The shadow pushes himself away from the wall as he unfolds his arms. “How’s this change things?” Raijin lowers the bottle from his mouth as he swishes and swallows the cool taste. “Change?” “Nothing changes if anything it’s an escalation of determination and termination of another dream.” The mystery of the shadow clears his throat and releases a breath of concern. “Did you realize who she was?” A silent moment of annoyance comes over AW’s masked perplexing apologue. “I don’t understand why we’re having this discussion. It’s a discourse of forgotten memory and long passed desires of youth. It’s a foregone want, need, whatever you adjudicate as a label. I’m in an involvement of one, me. My sole determination, inclination, or inspiration is that of CruiserHavoc and then the next opponent, match, which comes after that. I’m stubborn, bullheaded, and I know you think I’m unreasonable when I’ve got idolized goals. That’s what ALL of this has been about. Action Wrestling. CruiserHavoc. And then whatever comes next.” “A mask tells us more than a face.” ― Oscar Wilde The physical shadowed frustration of Raijin puts his hands upward and steps once backwards. The figure lowers his hands as his shoulders visibly sink. “Whoa. Let’s step back for a moment. I’m not questioning your ideal aspirations. I’m just asking…” Raijin sharply turns as the thoughts of stepping forward or stepping back momentarily crosses his mind. He looks downward towards his feet and defiantly steps once towards what he envisions as growth. “I don’t CARE what you’re ASKING! This fucking place is full of people… asking.” Raijin instantly appears to become a serene sense of calm after the storm as both his body language and temperament become placid. “The conceptual throne of Kaz Mazy is vulnerable with this opportunity of every individual within Action Wrestling’s CruiserClash. It’s a losing position in which he finds himself. The ’Vulcan’ parishes and at the end of the night and ONE stands in the ash of the former champion.” A shadowed hand reaches upwards and places it upon Raijin’s broad shoulder of the destined. “It’s us. That’s it. Just the two of us. You don’t have to go all promo here. Why? What’s the point of this?” Raijin takes his hand and brushes the shadowed grasp from his theological broken belief of the phrase, US. “Because… I’m the One…” The moment fades as the hands of a clock tick into the shadows of ancient forgotten seconds. “You’ll never know who you are unless you shed who you pretend to be.” ― Vironika Tugaleva |