Post by Kaiser on May 5, 2014 20:38:27 GMT -6
The Von Licht United States Residence
Charlotte, North Carolina
The Dinner Table - Porkchops are the main course
Charlotte, North Carolina
The Dinner Table - Porkchops are the main course
Artemis: “So, Peyton’s fighting a psychopath!”
Dinner once again became awkward. All it took was for one of the Von Licht children to bring up their most recent wrestling experiences. Leon von Licht, the patriarch, did not stop eating his food. Maribel, the matriarch, looked up in wonder. She gazed over at Peyton.
Maribel: “Oh, really?”
She sounded so ecstatic about it. It was unnerving to say the least.
Peyton: “Yeah, my worst enemy.”
Maribel: “I thought that was Bryce Manning, hon.”
Peyton: “No, mother, I already lost to him earlier.”
He touched the bandage on his face from the ordeal.
Maribel: “Then is it that creepy man with the children?”
The table fell silent, only the munching of Oliver and Leon could be heard. Oliver swallowed his food.
Oliver: “Rephrase that, Mom.”
Maribel looked dumbfounded for a moment. She then realized that her statement could refer to a lot of different scenarios. She giggled lowly to herself.
Maribel: “Neforian, am I right?”
Peyton nodded.
Artemis: “Like this guy…he sends children singing nursery rhymes and stuff. It’s shady.”
Peyton: “Yeah, I am even sure that he wants to wrestle. I think he just wants to preach to me.”
Oliver: “Is he your Joker?”
Peyton: “Not exactly.”
Oliver: “Your Lex Luthor?”
Peyton: “Nope.”
Maribel: “Your Green Goblin?”
Peyton: “Nope.”
Artemis: “Your Doctor Doom?”
Peyton: “Not really.”
Leon: “Heh, you all do not get it.”
Everyone looked towards the grizzled man who took a bite out of his porkchop. Ketchup dripped from his lip; Maribel tended to it.
Leon: “He’s moreuh luk—“
Maribel: “Swallow your food, dear.”
Gulp.
Leon: “He’s more like the Punisher. Punisher does not have many villains, because…he kills ‘em all.”
One day.
One day remains before the battle of good and evil.
Every villain believes they are not.
Every hero fights to prove that they are.
Our hero, however, wants to get past this.
MSW is in danger still.
MSW Arena - Best of the Best Construction
Workers walked around busily, discussing what needs to be tightened up. Several wrestlers could be seen, filming their promos and enjoying themselves. Danny Stevenson was in relatively high spirits, despite Bryce Manning being close to possibly obtaining the MSW Championship.
Workers walked around busily, discussing what needs to be tightened up. Several wrestlers could be seen, filming their promos and enjoying themselves. Danny Stevenson was in relatively high spirits, despite Bryce Manning being close to possibly obtaining the MSW Championship.
Peyton was located near the ring, watching the people put the ring together. He aided them in putting it together and testing footage for them. Every hand was needed to keep a locomotive going. Andrew, his favorite cameraman approached it. It was time to respond to this creature...Neforian.
Peyton: “You are a piece of work, you know that? Your whole thought patterns are skewed to what you want to believe in. You were probably not one of those kids that were afraid of the dark.”
Peyton chuckled darkly.
Peyton: “I wonder what made you so. What made you clinch to the darkness? What made you believe that those who walk along the path of wickedness are those who are right? The philosophy that you have is…abnormal, but it is understandable. You do not understand my viewpoint on humanity. I believe in the goodness of humanity. Yes, humans can be horrid. People like Bryce Manning and Matt Ward who take pleasure out of cheating in an honest sport…they exist. I never once said that they did not.”
In his hands was a Hellboy comic book, he seemed to be halfway through it, but then he rested it on the commentator table nearby. He lowered his legs off the desk, standing up to the camera.
Andrew began to follow Peyton around as he looked upon the arena.
Peyton: “I can say one thing, though. Your whole philosophy can be summed up into one word: ‘denial’.”
Peyton: “I do not shun those who walk upon this path. I take the role of a pariah for those who are not honest and whole. Those who I had to face have rejected my righteous deeds, but I did not falter. I did my best to save them, but it is their choice to go against the light.”
He unzipped his cowl and took it off. He turned it to the camera, showing the message for Best of the Best. It stated in the same text as before: "The Light Saves All".
Peyton: “I am not a hero because I shun those who are not like me. I am a hero because I choose to save them. It is not my own decision to say who is right and wrong. I allow the fans, the people who fill those seats, keep this show running to decide. I only give them the satisfaction of defeating them since they cannot. If I was to shun and reject those who are inherently evil…what does that make me?”
He looked towards the empty seats. They would be filled Wednesday; this event was going to be the biggest that Peyton had been involved in. He could not fail the fans this week.
Peyton: “It would be what you said: ‘a hyprocite’. Does that make every teacher, every parent, every good-willed individual a hypocrite as well? If I am a hypocrite, you must be something worse. You corrupt the minds of children, sending them as messengers of your dark campaign. Every baby is born pure; they do not think of hatred and malice. As they grow, those around them change them. You have taken children and skewed their minds like you did your own.”
A pained expression came upon his face. He did not want to speak the words he was saying. They were...spiteful, in his opinion. But Neforian needed to hear this. The man was delusional. Delusions are the first step to falling into insanity. No man should face that suffering.
Peyton: “You are alone, Neforian. I have the MSW fanbase behind me. I did not have to ‘push’ my morals on others. I merely arrived
and allowed others to follow and those who did not; it was their choice. It is not my place to judge, only to see and decide for myself. I can only try to convince others to follow my path. This path is not unique to me. Many have taken this path; Daniel Smart and Luke Jackson come to mind. Once I get past you, once I clear the path before...I can finally go back to trying to win the MSW Championship.”
Peyton: “The light brings clarity, darkness only shrouds the truth. The truth here is that I will win at Best of the Best. I will try to purify you. You have let the darkness overtake your mind. And as you did, it clouded your vision. It whispered sweet nothings in your ears. It has told you a lie that you found to be truth. It pains me to see another person suffer so much. As I take a hold of your neck and make you submit; I can only hope that the man behind this persona will come forward.”
Peyton: “You may try to shroud the light into the darkness, but it will only shine through. And I finally have a reply to the sinister songs you have been utilizing to attempt to scare me. Do not fear righteousness, Neforian. It will only make your life better.”
