Post by Kaiser on Apr 17, 2014 5:08:40 GMT -6
It is nigh.
The pinnacle battle of good vs. evil is upon the horizon.
The boy who was gave himself the task to save the wrestling world.
The man who wishes to rip asunder all the strings that keeps the world together.
Only one lasts past this.
The hero must prevail.
If he does not, what is he?
The scene opened to a fiery Peyton, smacking what “life” was within the tourney bracket. He was frantic, ecstatic about the recent events. His excitement subsided as he began to turn to the camera; his cowl hiding his face.
Peyton: “It is finally time.”
Like last time, he held the picture of his opponent. It was a familiar face. It was the creator of all the chaos that has gone on in MSW; he was the one who has been terrorizing the administration. A photo of the Architect, Bryce Manning, was clutched in Peyton’s hands.
Peyton: “It is finally time to face the worst villain in MSW and it is time for me to put him down.”
He paused. A laugh of excitement came through him. He smacked the table frantically, letting all of it go free. In the background, the marked out photos of Tyler Xero, Jorge Santos, and most recently, Bryan York were placed all beside the tourney.
Peyton: “I am not going to waste my time here, talking about how menacing Neforian is. Or how I managed to defeat all my opponents. I will not brag. I will remained focused. Ladies and gents, I told you all that it was going to happen. I predicted the future. I looked into that beautiful crystal ball and saw what lies ahead for your hero! In the semi-finals of the Best of The Best tournament: “The Hero vs. The Architect. Peyton von Licht vs. Bryce Manning!; the boy who wants the world against the man who wants to end it!”
He held up the picture of Bryce. He stood over a defeated Luke Jackson.
Peyton: “Bryce…you are one who cannot be saved. I usually have fate in everyone. I usually believe that all can be purified of their wrongful deeds. Yet people prove either they can or they cannot. And you, sir, you have proved beyond any doubt that you are of the latter. It is such a shame. You have a natural charisma to you. You are a fantastic competitor, but your mind is so warped around the world trying to get you. What made you so?”
He looked at the picture and sighed heavily, placing it down on the nearest table.
Peyton: “You defeated Luke Jackson; the only other person that I thought could defeat you. Now I stand as the last line of defence. Mr Stevenson put me back into this tournament, not knowing that it was by fate that I would make it this far. I am not sure if he even knew that he would had found the bane for the villainy that lurks within MSW. I am your bane, Bryce Manning.”
That same rage that was latent within him began to peek through once again. His voice began to grow louder in his next words.
Peyton: “There is a target on my chest and a target on my back! There is a man in the federation that is waiting for me to fall. Then there you stand on the opposite end of that ring; you are my ultimate challenge here, Bryce. And I have not made it to the finals yet! If I pass you, there is one more awaiting me.”
Peyton looked off to the side, a solemn expression glossing over his darkened visage. He seemingly calmed himself.
Peyton: “I know that you and all the others who have stood against me and failed have the dreams and aspirations to become MSW Champion...But I cannot allow this! What will this company be if one of you heinous men grabs hold of the brass ring? The company will collapse upon itself. You will be the representation of this federation and show the evils that lurk in our world.”
Peyton turned his head back to the camera.
Peyton: “Manning, you are violent and malevolent. You are all that darkness is. As my duty to the fans, to those backstage who put faith in me, and to the man who put me back into this tournament…I must beat you. If you put up a fight, I will have to beat you to an inch of your life. You can continue to stand up, but I will be there to knock you back down! I will be the nightmare to the nightmare of MSW!”
Hands reached up to his cowl; Peyton slowly lowered it down, revealing his toughened face. He was no longer the innocent looking child that many had saw before. His eyes were sharper. He looked older.
Peyton: “I am MSW’s hero. I take no joy in having to do the things I do. But if blood has to be shed for you to be stopped, Bryce Manning. I will bring myself to the challenge. Prepare yourself, Bryce. You’ll be facing me at my best.”
He put his cowl back on.
Peyton: “May the world be in shock and awe of what transpires in that match.”
Peyton turned away from the camera, showing off the custom jacket once again. The sounds of marker scribbling picked up in the microphone. He then proceeded to walk off. On the tourney, he had marked out Bryce Manning’s name.
Fade to black.
