Post by Kaiser on Apr 28, 2014 20:20:04 GMT -6
Our hero has fallen to the superior evils that be.
Yet he does not falter.
His will remain unbroken.
He turns his eyes to the villain that lurks in the shadow.
He shall illuminate the shadows in righteous light.
Our scene did not open as it usually did. There were no posters with the tournament brackets listed. There was no pictures. Peyton sat not in his usual area, for a change. He sat in darkness, only illuminated by a single light. A flickering bulb was all that gave Peyton’s sight. His cowl kept his face concealed as he looked among the room. He looked for words. He stood up, taking the camera up with him. He was hesitant to get up, still fighting off the lingering pains of his matches at Unstoppable #6.
There was a pause when he made it completely on his feet. He kept his head lowered, his breaths barely audible.
Peyton: “Ring around the rosie…a pocket full of posies…ashes, ashes…”
He paused.
Peyton: “We all fall down.”
His voice was solemn, nearly a whisper. He kept his head lowered for a minute, before…laughter began to come from him. A hearty laugh escaped him and the light amplified. The room was now illuminated; Peyton removed his cowl and stretched out his arms.
Peyton: “People believe that the song was in reference to the Black Plague; some believed it to a chant for the devil. Yet I find a meaning deep inside of it. It is one that you, Bryce Manning, or Bryan York could never understand, Neforian! I have already fallen down! Bryce Manning defeated me. I was weak. I did not know how strong he really was, but Neforian…I know your strength. I know what you can. I know what you try to do. You have no strength over me. Your tactics, your mind games, all of it has not fazed me. It has not deterred my spirit; it only riled me up. I am pumped to be able to finally see you and finally put you down! I have fallen, yes, but I have picked myself up.”
The jacket had been modified; a fire design crawled up the sleeves of the jacket. Peyton showed it off, keeping his arms stretched.
When he was finished, he lowered them down.
Peyton: “I am a phoenix! I can be killed, but I will always rise. I have no fear, Neforian. A coward hides from his fears, a man stands before them, but a hero conquers his and everyone else’s. At Best of the Best, I am going to end you before you can even get going. I am going to stop your reign of terror before it can blossom. Call my triumphs acts in your little play, but I am about to make you realize that your play is a tragedy. I am MSW’s personal hero and I will not be vanquished by the likes of you!”
Peyton looked down upon his fists, analysing the tape around them. He then looked back up at the camera.
Peyton: “And do not worry, Neforian. You need to worry about yourself. You need to worry about the demons that lurk within your twisted mind. I am in tune with my demons. I acknowledge them; I have accepted them into my own. When I defeat you, look deep within yourself. Find the demons within you and vanquish them. You can be saved. I was once saved. I was once a villain like you; I was a villain worse than you.”
Peyton looked up towards the light, smiling widely.
Peyton: “But I entered the light and conquered the evils that lurked in me. My crusade of purification is not to shun, but to aid all those who are corrupted. A hero does not kill his foes; he tries to save every victim that he can. I will save you, Neforian. Even if I have to beat you unconscious to do so.”
Peyton put back on his cowl and reached for the camera. Everything began to…
Fade to black.
