| on: June 11, 2012, 03:13:53 PM Insanity | Re: LPW INSANITY PRESENTS: RAGNAROK!!! LIVE FROM OSLO, NORWAY - VOTING and PROMO |
| Latest by Se7en Started by Morpheus Classic |
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Fog. That's the first thing that strikes Morpheus as he enters the Dreamscape of the man known as Daientine. The grey mist clings to itself, curling slowly, pouring in from behind the Master of the Dream Realm. The ground beneath his feet slopes downwards at a steep angle, the fog around his ankles rolling down the gradient and wrapping around his flesh. Strangely, as he looks up, though the sky is dark the grey feels warm. Laughter. That's the second thing. The laughter of children, to be exact. A far cry from the distorted, heated fog that surrounds Morpheus, the joyous yelling and screaming of two young boys, their shadows dancing in the ether. Curious despite himself, he wanders forward, the fog filling the space his body leaves behind. As he moves the grey thins, the figures of the two children becoming more distinct and their raucous yelps growing ever louder. The thinning fog reveals the sky a little more with each step; blue stars above shine in a thick cluster above their heads. Morpheus presses on, wondering what he will find at the exit of this fog. The faint sounds of water now come to him. Child #1: Who are you? Morpheus looks down, surprised. Whilst inspecting his surroundings, one of the children has run up to him, looking up at him through the mask of Daientine. Morpheus cocks an eyebrow in amused shock at the spry-looking youth. Morpheus: My name is Morpheus. I wasn't expecting you to be here. Child #1: Why not? I live here. The child, apparently comfortable with the area, sits down on the charred grass underfoot, the green stains smearing his denim jeans. After a moment, the second boy comes running in. He is slightly chubbier than his play-mate, with long blond hair in stark contrast to the other boy's wiry black. He pauses, catching his breath for a second before looking at the other. Child #2: Why'd you run off? Child #1: I heard something, bro. He speaks to his brother without looking back at him, eyes still fixated on Morpheus. Child #1: So why are you here? And why do you wear more make-up than daddy? Morpheus looks down at the child with a smirk on his face. Morpheus: I don't think that's any of your business, child. If the child's face was visible, it would be sneering. Child #1: You're stupid. Child #2: Matt! At this, the masked child turns around, cocking his head to the side in an immature parody of his larger counterpart. Child #1: What? Child #2: Don't you think that daddy would like to see the man? The child on the ground stands up and runs off into the thinning fog. Child #1: Keep up then! The larger child watches him go and shakes his head. Child #2: Sorry about my brother. He's not very good with people. Morpheus: That's alright. They set off at a more leisurely pace, following the masked child's direction. Child #2: So who are you then? Morpheus eyes the child carefully. Morpheus: I am Morpheus. I suppose that you could say that I work with your father. Child #2: You work with daddy? Are you one of his inmate friends? Morpheus: I guess you could say that. Child #2: Is daddy scary? Morpheus: ...I wouldn't say so. Child #2: He scares me. Morpheus: And why is that? Child #2: He used to be nice. Morpheus: I don't think that your dad is necessarily a bad person now. Child #2: But he is! The child pauses where he walks, looking up at Morpheus with rising annoyance in his eyes. Child #2: Daddy was a nice man, a good man. Then things changed. The lines on either side of Morpheus' mouth tighten. He drops down on his haunches to speak with the boy face-to-face. Morpheus: Whatever your daddy might be, or will become, I am sure – in fact, I know – that he will still love you. Child #2: ...you think? Morpheus: Absolutely. Now let's catch up to your brother. They press on through the dimming fog, to a small lake, where the masked boy sits. Child #1: You took your time. Morpheus: It doesn't matter. Where's your father? He approaches the child by the lake. Child #1: He's behind you. Turning, Morpheus finds himself standing in front of the man under Daientine's mask. Man: Evening, Morph. Morpheus: You're the child I was speaking to? Man: In a sense. Morpheus: And the other child? He turns back, but the child has gone, leaving the mask at the side of the lake. Faint ripples cut a path across the lake, coming to a stop in the centre. Man: Dead from the beginning. Morpheus: You have a lot of symbolism in your dreams, don't you? The man smiles. Man: Only if you want to look for it. Morpheus: That's good. I like that. Man: How can you be sure you haven't used it before? Morpheus frowns. Morpheus: Come again? The man sighs, looking across the lake. Man: It doesn't matter. All it means is that the breakdown is getting closer. Tell me this. How do I know you're here? Morpheus: Because this is your Dream. Man: Is it, though? Or is this just fiction? I could just be imagining this in my head, Morph. My mind is fractured to shit from... from... He reaches down, snatching up the mask. Man: This. Morpheus: Let me tell you this. Regardless of whether or not you're Dreaming or if I'm simply a figment of your imagination, I understand. I'm not here to fight you. Man: ...then I'm not interested. He turns around to face the thin air. Man: Regardless of whatever... I am in control of my own destiny. With or without this mask, I am who I am and what I am. Success and failure are just words. I could walk out of Ragnarok as the captain for my team or I could not. It's irrelevant one way or the other. I'm still going to be me. He flips the mask up onto his face and grins. Man: I am here. |
| on: June 11, 2012, 03:09:37 PM Insanity | Re: LPW INSANITY PRESENTS: RAGNAROK!!! LIVE FROM OSLO, NORWAY - TRASH TALKING |
| Latest by Bobino Started by Morpheus Classic |
| Promo is incoming, going through final drafting now. At work, so may not be right away, but I am going to promo. Put a lot of myself into this one, hopefully you enjoy. |
| on: June 11, 2012, 02:26:33 PM PyroMania | Re: Blistering Inferno Voting and Promo Thread |
| Latest by Eric Scorpio Started by cﾘnical |
 LPW PYROMANIA PROUDLY PRESENTS – BLISTERING INFERNO – LIVE ON PAY PER VIEW – FROM THE AMERICAN AIRLINES ARENA, DALLAS, TEXAS TONIGHT’S CARD Vertigo PPV Pre-Show Cross Brand Singles Match* Zenith vs. CraZe Cross Brand Singles Match* The Mighty Dyno Might v. Lacey Valentine Blistering Inferno LPW Pure Championship Match Daniel Purser © vs. Cripsy LPW Western States Heritage Championship Match Styxx © vs. Xander Kross Grudge Match Eric Scorpio vs. Seth Omega Kiss My Ass Match Christian Parkes vs. Dick Dynamo No Holds Barred Match* Jeff Watson vs. Azreal Triple Threat Altered Reality 6 Main Event Captaincy Match Eddie B vs. Ken Ryans vs. White Falcon MAIN EVENT – LPW International Heavyweight Championship 60 Minute Iron Man Match Tromboner Man © vs. cﾘnical |
| on: June 11, 2012, 11:30:08 AM PyroMania | Re: Blistering Inferno Voting and Promo Thread |
| Latest by Big B. Brown Started by cﾘnical |
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LPW PYROMANIA PROUDLY PRESENTS – BLISTERING INFERNO – LIVE ON PAY PER VIEW – FROM THE AMERICAN AIRLINES ARENA, DALLAS, TEXAS TONIGHT’S CARD Vertigo PPV Pre-Show Cross Brand Singles Match* Zenith Cross Brand Singles Match* The Mighty Dyno Might Blistering Inferno LPW Pure Championship Match Daniel Purser © LPW Western States Heritage Championship Match Xander Kross Grudge Match Seth Omega Kiss My Ass Match Dick Dynamo No Holds Barred Match* Azreal Triple Threat Altered Reality 6 Main Event Captaincy Match Eddie B MAIN EVENT – LPW International Heavyweight Championship 60 Minute Iron Man Match cﾘnical |
| on: June 11, 2012, 11:14:28 AM Insanity | Re: LPW INSANITY PRESENTS: RAGNAROK!!! LIVE FROM OSLO, NORWAY - VOTING and PROMO |
| Latest by Storme Started by Morpheus Classic |
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OOC: So I've had 4 exams in the last week and a couple more to come. Sadly, LPW just hasn't been a priority. I intend to add to this tonight, but for now... ====== Dear Cyborg Lincoln, As I'm sure you can imagine, this recent news has been surprising to say the least. However, I am writing to warn you that there will be no holding back on my part at Ragnarok. I've made it clear from day one that nothing is more important than my professional wrestling career. I'm sorry it has to be you, of all "people", that I destroy, but I refuse to let this opportunity slip through my fingers. A multitude of this company's all-time greats have held the LPW Hardcore Championship and I fully intend to etch my name into its lineage - at all costs. I admit that I am somewhat concerned at Master Chief Phillips' role in this match as special referee. His obvious bias puts me at a considerable disadvantage, which in turn damages the credibility of both championships at stake, as well as LPW as a whole. Bearing in mind our current state of relations, it would be greatly appreciated if you could resist from using weapons, making this a fair and valid contest. As an honourable champion, I'm sure you would rather not exploit my imposed handicap. Such a tainted victory would be unfitting of your stature. Lastly, dspite what I intend to do at Ragnarok, I truly hope we can stay in contact. Storme |
| on: June 11, 2012, 10:49:46 AM PyroMania | Re: Blistering Inferno Voting and Promo Thread |
| Latest by Azreal Started by cﾘnical |
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Cross Brand Singles Match* CraZe Cross Brand Singles Match* The Mighty Dyno Might LPW Pure Championship Match Daniel Purser © LPW Western States Heritage Championship Match Kross Grudge Match Seth Omega Kiss My Ass Match Dick Dynamo No Holds Barred Match* Azreal Triple Threat Altered Reality 6 Main Event Captaincy Match Eddie B MAIN EVENT – LPW International Heavyweight Championship 60 Minute Iron Man Match Tromboner Man © |
| on: June 11, 2012, 08:01:08 AM PyroMania | Re: Blistering Inferno Voting and Promo Thread |
| Latest by Dyno Might Started by cﾘnical |
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Cross Brand Singles Match* Zenith Cross Brand Singles Match* The Mighty Dyno Might LPW Pure Championship Match Daniel Purser © LPW Western States Heritage Championship Match Styxx © Grudge Match Seth Omega Kiss My Ass Match Dick Dynamo No Holds Barred Match* Azreal Triple Threat Altered Reality 6 Main Event Captaincy Match Eddie B MAIN EVENT – LPW International Heavyweight Championship 60 Minute Iron Man Match Tromboner Man © |
| on: June 11, 2012, 06:57:15 AM PyroMania | Re: Blistering Inferno Voting and Promo Thread |
| Latest by Styxx Started by cﾘnical |
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Cross Brand Singles Match* Zenith Cross Brand Singles Match* The Mighty Dyno Might Blistering Inferno LPW Pure Championship Match Cripsy LPW Western States Heritage Championship Match Styxx © Grudge Match Seth Omega Kiss My Ass Match Dick Dynamo No Holds Barred Match* Jeff Watson Triple Threat Altered Reality 6 Main Event Captaincy Match Eddie B MAIN EVENT – LPW International Heavyweight Championship 60 Minute Iron Man Match Tromboner Man © |
| on: June 11, 2012, 01:56:42 AM Insanity | Re: LPW INSANITY PRESENTS: RAGNAROK!!! LIVE FROM OSLO, NORWAY - VOTING and PROMO |
| Latest by Morpheus Classic Started by Morpheus Classic |
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The scene opens in the Audience Hall in the Dream Realm. As the camera pans in, it becomes clear that the throne is empty, though the torches still burn in their sconces. The camera pans off to the left, settling for a moment on the table off to the side of the dais where a game of Checkers is usually in play. This time, however, the remnants of a game of Chess lie scattered across the table. The camera continues panning further to the right, when finally a figure can be seen silhouetted against the great window that overlooks the ever-changing landscape of the Dreaming. The deep purple sky offers more light than the minimal illumination offered by the torches inside, so at first the silhouette is blurred and unclear. As the camera adjusts to the light, it becomes clear that the figure standing in the window is Morpheus. He is standing with his back to the camera, arms crossed over his chest, his shoulders visibly moving as though his hands are busy, though the bulk of his frame blocks the camera from seeing what they might be doing. He continues gazing out the window, turning his head slightly as a pterodactyl flies past the window in pursuit of a dwarf in a glider plane. His attention turns slightly once again as red lightning flashes from the sky, splitting an old willow tree in the distance. His attention never turns away from the window, however, and after a long moment of silence, he finally begins to speak. Morpheus: I don’t even know where to start. I’ve never been the sort of person who wears their heart on their sleeve. Not surprising, when you think about it. After so many eras with the weights of worlds on one’s shoulders, one either develops a strong, rigid foundation to carry it, or one droops and buckles under the weight. The problem then becomes the fine line between a solid foundation and an impenetrable wall. I suppose I should be careful when using the word problem in this instance. After all, that impenetrable wall has served me well for so long, it’s hard to imagine what existence would have been like without it. It’s different for the average person, who needs connections and interactions with others in order to lead truly fulfilling lives. Whether fortunately or unfortunately, I am not saddled by such a need. I learned long ago that it’s difficult to want to form such connections, when right from the start you have the knowledge that everything you come to know and care for is transient and will pass on while you remain behind, mourning the loss of that connection. Who Wants To Live Forever? I suppose it’s not as bad for me as it might be for others in similar situations. Not that there are a whole lot of them, mind you, but that’s a separate point entirely. You could say that being the Master of the Dream Realm has its privileges. Without getting into any metaphysical debates about the afterlife and what happens to something when it dies, when that natural physiological inevitability does come to pass, the only thing that remains of that entity are memories held by those it leaves behind. And what is the Dream Realm but a plane of infinite potential shaped by the thoughts, desires, and memories of Dreamers? Morpheus looks down for a moment, before his head rises again and his gaze returns its focus out the great window. Morpheus: I can see that you’re beginning to get a little confused about where I’m going with this, so I’ll get to the point. In the Dream Realm, in a way, nothing ever really dies. As long as Memories of them remain, someone can continue to wander the world of Dreams long after their physical forms have ceased walking the waking worlds. Long ago… Longer ago than I’d truly care to remember, I suffered my first true lost connection. I had only known true emotional connection with my siblings before, and they, like me, are Endless, so this sort of thing had never even entered my mind. But then, I made the mistake of falling in love… ‘Tis better to have loved and lost? You could have fooled me. I was nothing short of devastated. It felt like every inch of my entire soul, as it were, was dying a slow, agonizing death; a death I knew would never actually reach its conclusion. That was the one time I voluntarily shirked my duties and responsibilities as Dream Master, and I went into mourning for an extended period of time, holding vigil at her side, and taking up a sort of twisted temporary residence inside her tomb. Seriously, these Emo kids today have nothing on me. A little over a year passed, as you would reckon it, before my little sister came and sat with me one night. She didn’t say a word, she just sat next to me and leaned her head on my shoulder. We sat that way all night, until finally, as the sun was starting to peek its first rays over the horizon and its new light flooded the open doorway, she said to me, so softly I could barely hear… “It’s Time.” I nodded my head slowly, and she stood up, stooped down and kissed my cheek, and giggled as she skipped off out the door and down the hill, disappearing from sight. After another long moment, I finally rose, said my goodbyes to my love, and returned to my post at the helm of the Dreaming. When I returned, things were in a disastrous state. Nightmares were running amok completely unchecked and wreaking havoc, while some Daydreams decided to overstep their bounds causing an epidemic of comas across several worlds that were never medically explained. On top of all that, Aspiration, who was one of my cabinet members, if I could be said to have had such a thing, took up drinking under the stress of de facto leadership in my absence and accidentally asexually spawned Depression, who we’re still struggling to get back under control. It’s amazing how quickly things devolve into Chaos without someone there to keep things in check. It was a massive undertaking just to return things to some semblance of order around here. It completely occupied my mind and demanded every conscious thought I had, and for the first time since her death, I was no longer consumed with anguish and thoughts of my beloved Ariella. I was able to focus my mind on the task at hand, and truly reclaim my place as Master of the Dreaming, exerting my control back over my domain and righting the things that had been made wrong in my absence. When I finally looked around and saw that my work was at long last finished, I sat on my throne… That very throne right there, in fact… And I rested. I closed my eyes for a moment, satisfied with a job well done. I felt a hand rest on my arm. Her hand. I opened my eyes and looked to my right, and I saw her standing there, smiling at me just as she had always been. I was overtaken with joy, and the next days were celebrated with feasts and grand parties the likes of which had never been seen in the Dream Realm before. And that’s saying something, trust me. It was then that I first realized the principle I mentioned before, that nothing ever truly dies in the Dream Realm. Just as Legends live on in the waking world long after their subjects have passed on, Memories live on forever on this side of the veil. As time went on, I reveled in the lifetimes upon lifetimes I got to spend with Ariella; much more time than we would have had even if she had lived to the fullness of her days. At the same time, though, my understanding of this principle developed more fully until I realized the fundamental truth that was at the center. In the Dream Realm, Memories live on forever. And that’s exactly what they were. Memories. And that’s exactly what she was. A Memory. Once that realization struck me, I suppose I started being a bit more observant while I was around her, and I started noticing things that had escaped my attention before. The way she moved, the way she would always be at just the right angle for me to see her just how I remembered her in a given situation, the way she always did things just the way she had done them before. After some time, another realization dawned on me: She never did anything new. Everything she did and said was something that I had seen her do or say while she was still… While she still lived. I spent some time away from her, thinking on exactly what was going on, and that’s when the full understanding of what was going on hit me. She was a Memory, not the real thing. She wasn’t Ariella. The woman that I loved was gone. Truly gone. This was just a Shadow. And that’s all Memories are – Shadows of things we once held dear. Or things we fear… From that day on, I began to distance myself from Ariella, trying to separate her in my mind from her living Shadow. In time, the Shadow began to fade, until the day came that she disappeared entirely. From time to time, I still see her wandering about the Dream Realm, and whenever we see each other, we always meet with a smile, but it never goes any further. It’s strange to have someone you loved so deeply for so long become nothing more than a passing acquaintance. Morpheus breathes deeply and sighs, looking up toward the sky. Morpheus: From the day I began to distance myself from Ariella’s Shadow, I also began pondering the nature of these connections – what they were, how they formed, their effects while they existed as well as when they ended. I suppose this very subject has been the topic of many a philosophical rumination, and you’ll probably find as many different viewpoints as there are viewers. However, I look at things through a drastically different lens than most. A much longer lens, as it were. I came to the conclusion that these emotional connections, while powerful and in some ways euphoric as they occurred, lead to even more powerful pain and suffering when the connection is severed; pain which far outlasted the duration of the connection itself. It was upon this realization that I decided that it wasn’t worth it. I promised myself I would no longer allow myself to form such connections again. Morpheus’ gaze follows a bright orange shooting star as it burns across the Dream Realm sky. He looks down at his arms once more, and then returns his focus to the scene outside his window, where a giraffe with a house on its back is running amidst a pride of lions down a major highway set on stilts above a green lake. Morpheus: I kept that promise. Ariella lived and died on a world that fell out of the sky before the Earth’s Sun was even born, and in all that time since then, I never formed another such connection again. Now, that’s not to say I’ve been entirely without companionship in all that time. I’ve had trysts, brief relationships, and other sorts of friendships and dalliances over the years. I’ve even had children. Several, in fact, though none in the last few hundred years or so… But all of those relationships were brief, and I pulled myself away from them the moment I felt a true connection beginning to form. In this way, I managed to stave off the perpetual loneliness that would otherwise have been my fate, as it has been for more than one of my siblings, while upholding the promise I made to myself not to get intertwined into such an emotional trap again. By remaining free of such emotional tethers, I have been able to focus on my duties and responsibilities as Master of the Dream Realm, and all has been well. I have seen worlds born, and I have seen them crumble to dust after their last soul passed on, and through it all I have been here, at my post, remaining the impartial observer; the good soldier doing exactly what he is meant to do. You see, there is a very interesting relationship between the Dream Realm and myself. The Dream Realm exists as an extension of myself and the power I have through my responsibility as the Lord of the Dreaming, but at the same time, my existence is predicated on that responsibility. To use an analogy, the Dreaming is the wind beneath my wings, but I am the air that drives that wind. In short, neither of us can exist without the other. The whole fiasco of everything that happened during my absence from the Dream Realm as I mourned Ariella proved to me beyond any doubt that my responsibilities are more important than anything else in this universe. Anything. By allowing something else to draw my full attention away from my post, I am quite literally inviting disaster to erupt inside my Realm – disasters that bleed through into the waking worlds through their connections to the Dreaming. Quite simply put, I cannot let that happen. So for all this time, I have been here, ensuring that order is maintained in a world forged from Potential and rooted in Chaos. I’ve played the role that has been placed in my hands, and I have played it well; without question, and without chaffing under the yoke of responsibility. While I remained an integral part of the waking worlds, I remained aloof from them, separated by my own self-imposed devotion to my work. I, along with all six of my siblings, was always watching, but never interfering. So it has been written, and so it had been done. Morpheus sighs deeply, looking down at his crossed arms once more. Morpheus: And then all Hell broke loose. Morpheus’ head snaps back up again as what appears to be a mushroom cloud erupts in the far distance. He turns his head to the side as his hair gets whipped around in the wind from the blast, and small bits of debris come flying in the window, a few of which pelt off the camera, as well as the cameraman, who utters a barely audible curse as the wind dies back down, and Morpheus surveys the aftermath. Morpheus: cYnical began his selfish crusade to bring about the downfall of the God-King Zeus, and in so doing set in motion a series of events that threatened to tear apart the fabric of reality. This forced my hand, and for the first time in the History of Everything, I found myself leaving behind the passive role of observer and taking an active role in preventing the End of All Things from coming to pass. Of course, as much as I’d like to think I am all-powerful, as within this Realm I essentially am just that, I knew two things. First, that this battle would be taking place not in this Realm, but across the Veil in the waking worlds, and second, that it was going to take more than just myself to ensure the survival of Reality. Enter The Awakened. Ultramarcus. Steve Storme. Azreal. The three members of The Awakened that everyone knows. There’s also… Well, no spoilers. I’m sure people will be finding out in time. These three men have had the courage of conviction to stand with me in defense of Reality, using the power of pure Potential found in Dreams as their primary weapon. Throughout all of time, I have found only a handful of individuals capable of harnessing and controlling that power, and never more than one in a given epoch. The fact that I have found so many at once speaks to just how dire the state of the Universe is. Each of these three men have stepped up in the face of the Void and fought back against the Dying of the Light. They have stood with me and battled against what even my own siblings deemed an unstoppable foe. They have become pillars of strength in a crumbling world, and in so doing they have become friends. They’ve become people that I care about, and would fight to the death for. By breaking one ancient vow to remain an impartial observer, I inadvertently led myself to break the other ancient vow I made. So much for no connections. We may not all see eye to eye… In fact, it’s extremely rare that we do. But when it comes down to business, I can think of no better people to have standing at my side. I have found myself opening up to them, even as they have done the same to me. I have found that by nature all four of us are not the most open and trusting individuals, and yet we have developed a bond that has allowed us to see past our respective walls. I’ve wondered what things would have been like had I never let them in, and remained closed off like I had for so long, and I have come to realize that had I done so, things wouldn’t be like anything at all. The End would have already arrived. Are these new connections a weakness? Things that will eventually come to haunt me? Quite possibly, the answer is yes. But for the first time since Ariella, I have found myself in such a situation that I don’t care. I wouldn’t give these connections up if I could. Fortunately, I can’t, so there’s no use second-guessing myself, eh? Morpheus chuckles to himself as he moves his left arm, opening his coat. Morpheus: Actually, there’s one more connection I’ve made. Morpheus reaches out and lays the LPW World Heavyweight Championship across the windowsill. Morpheus: It’s funny. I never set out to become the World Champion, and at first it was merely the means to an end. However, as time has gone on, I have grown to like being the Champion. As I have held and defended this Title, the means have become the end itself. I’ve never been very good with human emotions. The few times I’ve dabbled in them have led to disaster, as I’ve already mentioned. However, I have to admit that I just might be starting to get the hang of them a little bit. What started as just a pawn in a larger game has turned into a reason for playing that game. This Championship has become more important to me than I might care to admit. I can’t really explain why, either. Although I’m sure the fact that it’s shiny and impressive doesn’t hurt, I think it’s much more than that. At the center of it all, I suppose it’s a form of validation for me. Proof than I am more than just what I was created to do. If you had told me even just a couple of years ago that things would be as they are now, I would have laughed in your face. Never in a billion years… Yet, here we are. I find myself still at the center of a maelstrom, fighting against the current just to remain afloat, and with me are the three people and the one thing I care most about. And, surprisingly enough, those connections are the very things making that fight bearable. They are what is keeping me afloat. And now here we stand, staring into the face of the DeathCube… On the eve of the aptly named Ragnarok… As I stand here… Alone… And it looks like all of those connections are about to disappear. Morpheus heaves a heavy sigh, as a muffled sound is heard coming his direction. Morpheus: Oh, I know. I’ll still have you. Voice: That’s sweet, Morph. Morpheus turns around suddenly, and the camera pans over to the right to find Tromboner Man standing a few feet away. Morpheus: Teebs? Tromboner Man: TBM thinks he loves you, too. Morpheus: What?!? Oh, no, wait, I- Tromboner Man: Hey, it’s ok. TBM was just making a joke. But seriously, Morph, you do realize you’ve been talking to a cat this whole time, right? The camera zooms out to show both men, and Morpheus is petting the Dream Cat that Azreal created. Morpheus: I was just… Wait. How long have you been here, Teebs? Tromboner Man: Long enough to know you’re either growing a vagina, or getting yourself ready to try out to be the new singer for Dashboard Confessional. Personally, The Tromboner Man hopes it’s the latter. Morpheus: Oy… Now, why exactly are you here, Teebs? Morpheus opens his coat and puts Oneiro in one of the inside pockets. Tromboner Man: Oh, hey! TBM keeps his pet cat there too! Tromboner Man opens his coat, and the roar of a tiger echoes through the room. Tromboner Man: Did TBM ever thank you for this super-cool Time Lord coat? Morpheus: Actually, no. Tromboner Man: He will. Morpheus: Oooo… Kay… So, back to my question. Tromboner Man: Which question was that? Morpheus: What are you doing here? Tromboner Man: Sorry, Morph. If TBM is interrupting something private, he’ll gladly leave a tender moment alone and come back at a slightly less gay time. Morpheus: What? No, it’s not that I don’t want you here, Teebs. I was just wondering why you were here at this exact moment, is all. Tromboner Man: Well, how else was the cameraman supposed to find his way here? Morpheus and Tromboner Man both look into the camera, Morpheus scowling and rolling his eyes while TBM smiles and waves. They then turn their attention back to one another. Morpheus: Awesome. Tromboner Man: Also, TBM wanted to let you know that he has the answers to the questions you asked him. Morpheus: You do? And what is the answer? Tromboner Man: Wait a moment. TBM thinks it might be the proper time to remind the viewing audience just what those questions were. And there’s no better way to do that- Morpheus: Wait, Teebs. Please don’t do- Tromboner Man: Than with a cutscene. Morpheus: I love my life. Quote from: Tromboner Man’s Spiffy Cutscene Machine Morpheus: You can’t expect the Dream Realm to show you everything Teebs. There’s a lot of things you need to answer for yourself. This is one of them. This is your match to lose. Not cﾘnical’s to win. Morpheus: I’m really regretting giving you that key… Tromboner Man: Don’t lie. It’s morally wrong. Anyway, The Tromboner Man wanted to come here and let you know in person that he thought about the things you asked him, and then he had some ice cream with chocolate sprinkles and Swedish fish, and then he thought about them some more, and he came to a decision in which he decided what the answer to your question is. A few moments go by as Tromboner Man stands there looking at Morpheus with a stoic smile, if there is such a thing. Morpheus: ... Well? Tromboner Man: Well, what? Morpheus: Well, what is the answer? Tromboner Man: Oh, TBM thought he already told you. Didn’t he already tell you? Morpheus: No, otherwise I probably wouldn’t be asking. Tromboner Man: I suppose you have a point. Morpheus: I usually do. Tromboner Man: Fair enough. Morpheus: So… Tromboner Man: Wait, why are you asking again? TBM is sure he told you that time. Morpheus: No, you… I mean, I just didn’t hear you. Tromboner Man: Oh, sorry, Morph. I didn’t realize. THE ANSWER TO YOUR QUESTIONS IS YES!!! Morpheus: That’s good to hear, Teebs. That’s very good to hear. Tromboner Man: TBM THOUGHT YOU WOULD LIKE TO HEAR THAT!!! Morpheus: Teebs, you can stop yelling now. Tromboner Man: WHAT??? Morpheus: I said you can stop yelling now. Tromboner Man: WHAT??? Morpheus: YOU CAN STOP YELLING NOW!!! Tromboner Man: Ha! Dyno Might owes TBM five shekels of silver now! Morpheus: What are you talking about? Tromboner Man: Dyno Might bet The Tromboner Man he couldn’t get Morpheus to turn red enough to see through all of that corpse paint he likes to wear. Morpheus looks quizzically at Tromboner Man as he nods silently, clearly pleased with himself. After a moment, Morpheus finally relents and gives a brief smile back. Morpheus: I get half. Tromboner Man: Sold! Morpheus: Well, Teebs, I am very glad that you came here and let me know your answer. It makes me very happy. Tromboner Man: TBM thought it would, and it looks like he got here just in time. Morpheus: What do you mean? Tromboner Man doesn’t reply, but just stares out the window with an intense look on his face. After a moment, Morpheus tries again. Morpheus: Um, Teebs? Tromboner Man: Hold on a sec, Morph. TBM is concentrating… Morpheus: Concentrating on what? Just then, the ground starts to rumble and shake, and Morpheus and TBM both struggle to maintain their balance. TBM starts jumping up and down in excitement as Morpheus turns toward the window. Morpheus: What the- Tromboner Man: It’s the Stay-Puft Marshmallow Man! Sure enough, Stay-Puft lumbers by in front of the window, turns his gaze on the room, and roars, sending a blast of wind in that knocks both men and the cameraman to the ground. As they all struggle to their feet, Morpheus gets a look of deadly resolve on his face. He stands in front of the window, facing the massive head of the Marshmallow beast. He takes a broad stance throws his hands out to his sides, and speaks some words in a language that has long since died out. A bright flash of light overexposes the camera, and as it fades and the view returns, the Stay-Puft Marshmallow Man is gone. Morpheus: Damn Muggles. Tromboner Man: What did you do, Morph? Morpheus: I took care of business. Tromboner Man: TBM thinks you crossed the streams. Morpheus: I don’t even know what that means. Tromboner Man: Really? How can… Oh, TBM is DEFINITELY getting you a copy of Ghostbusters for Kwanzaa this year. Morpheus: If I nod and smile, can we move on please? Tromboner Man: Sure. Morpheus nods and smiles, which TBM takes as a signal to move on. Tromboner Man: So, anyway, TBM just wanted to say you’re welcome. Morpheus: I’m Welcome? For what? Tromboner Man: For that. TBM points out the window at where the giant beast made famous by the Ghostbusters franchise stood only moments before. Morpheus: Wait, I’m Welcome for the Stay-Puft Marshmallow Man? Tromboner Man: Yes. Morpheus: Why in the world would I be grateful for what you just did? Tromboner Man: Well, TBM thinks that- Morpheus: Do you have any idea how dangerous that was? How badly things could have gone wrong? Tromboner Man: But they didn’t. Morpheus: They didn’t because I intervened! If I hadn’t put a stop to that thing, there could have been the potential for serious damage to the Dream Realm AND its inhabitants. Tromboner Man: TBM knows that. Morpheus: And yet you did it anyway. And you expect me to THANK you for it? Gods Dammit, Teebs! Sometimes I feel like you just don’t think before you do things! Like you’re ruled by impulse, and the impulses of a child no less! If something seems fun, you just do it without even bothering to think about what the repercussions might be! You can’t jus- Tromboner Man: WILL YOU SHUT THE BLEEP UP AND LET TBM FINISH WHAT HE WAS TRYING TO SAY?!?!?!!! Morpheus is stunned into silence and stares at Tromboner Man as he breathes heavily, a crease of worry and indignation on his brow. Morpheus: Fine. Talk. Tromboner Man: TBM came here to the Dream Realm to let Morpheus know that he helped TBM find his way. Without Morpheus’ pushing and prodding, TBM might never have realized that what Morpheus said before was true: That TBM is worth it. You helped make TBM see that not only does he deserve to defeat cYnical and carry the International Heavyweight Championship into Altered Reality. You helped him see that he CAN defeat cYnical and go to Altered Reality to compete for the Martinez Cup. Morpheus: Truer words have never been spoken. Tromboner Man: And now, TBM comes to the Dream Realm to let Morpheus know all of this, and what does he see? He sees Morpheus crying to a cat over a similar crisis of faith! Morpheus: Now, hold on a minute. I wasn’t crying. Tromboner Man: Crying. Turning Emo. Same difference. Hey, would you like TBM to help you put on a sweater and comb your hair over one eye? Morpheus: No. Not even a little. Tromboner Man: Then snap out of it! TBM made a pact with you to help each other make it to Altered Reality 6 so we can face each other in the most Epic of Epic Matches in all of History. You’ve held up your end of the bargain, and TBM offers his thanks. Now, TBM is here to hold up his. Morpheus: I don’t… Tromboner Man: Look at you! Morpheus! The Master of the Dream Realm! One of the most powerful entities that is not a Pokemon! And here you are, nervous and downtrodden because you’ve resigned yourself to losing the things you hold most dear. Well, you might not realize it yet, but TBM just did you a huge favor, and he thinks you should thank him for it. Morpheus: A Favor?? Tromboner Man: Did TBM stutter? Morpheus: How could what you just did possibly be construed as a fav- … Wait a minute. Tromboner Man: That’s right. Morpheus: Oh, my… You’re right, Teebs. You… Tromboner Man: …Reminded Morpheus just who the hell he is. Morpheus: I am Morpheus. I am the Master of the Dream Realm. I am the LPW World Heavyweight Champion. Tromboner Man: And TBM thinks you’re pretty swell, too, Morph. Morpheus: Teebs, I am truly sorry I lashed out at you. You are absolutely right. I was wallowing in self-pity, and in the process let it get the best of me. The exact same things I was decrying in you, I fell victim to myself. You’ve helped me see the error of my ways, Teebs. I appreciate that more than you know. Can you forgive me? Tromboner Man: TBM wishes he could quit you. Morpheus walks over and embraces TBM in a very manly hug. TBM looks worried for a moment, but then realizes that the embrace is not meant as a homoerotic overture, so he returns the hug. After a few seconds, both men realize that if the hug goes on much longer, they might become infected with gay, so they release the embrace and take a couple of steps back from one another. Morpheus: Thank you again, Teebs. I promise you, one way or another, I will see you at Altered Reality 6. Tromboner Man: Oh, TBM thinks you’ll be seeing him before then. Morpheus: How’s that? Tromboner Man: TBM will be your Second in the DeathCube Match at Ragnarok. Morpheus: Oh, well, I- Tromboner Man: That wasn’t a request. That was a statement. TBM and Morpheus made a pact, and TBM is going to make BLEEP sure that he keeps up his end of the deal. Morpheus: What I was going to say, Teebs, is that I wouldn’t have it any other way. Tromboner Man: Good answer. Morpheus: Now, if you’ll excuse me for a moment, I have a promo to cut. Tromboner Man: Oh, right. TBM will be over here with the nameless, faceless cameraman who probably isn’t on any of the LPW roster’s Christmas or Kwanzaa lists. TBM wonders if that makes him sad. Cameraman: Actually, now- Tromboner Man: But not enough to actually care. Cameraman: Fair enough. Tromboner Man walks off camera to stand next to its operator, while Morpheus heads back over to the window. He looks out once more as he begins to speak. Morpheus: The DeathCube. Six men will enter, and one will leave as the World Heavyweight Champion. That man will go on to represent Insanity and face the International Heavyweight Champion from Pyromania in the Martinez Cup Match at Altered Reality Six. That match is about pride. It is about honor. It is about history. But for me, it is about so much more. All of the other men in the DeathCube Match want to win for the honor and for the glory. They want to take my Title so they can go on and etch their names in the history books. They have purely selfish motives. That will be their downfall. There is so much more at stake for me. If cYnical wins the International Heavyweight Championship- Tromboner Man pipes in from off-camera. Tromboner Man: But he won’t. Morpheus turns back to face the camera. Morpheus: I know, but if he does. Tromboner Man: But he won’t. Morpheus: Ok, but let’s just play a game where we pretend that he does for just a moment, even though he really won’t. Is that cool? Tromboner Man: TBM is having a mental battle between his love of games and actual reality. Hmmmm… Ok, games win! Carry on! Morpheus: Thanks. If cYnical wins- Tromboner Man: But he won’t. Morpheus: Alright, alright. He won’t. Which means that the scenario where he goes to Altered Reality 6 to face me, and all of our history finally boils to a head and is laid to rest once and for all when I beat him for the fifth time won’t ever come to pass. Tromboner Man: Thank goodness! Nobody wants to see that! Morpheus: Which leaves the other scenario. If Tromboner Man retains the IHC- Tromboner Man: He will. Morpheus: -then I go on to have the biggest match of all time against one of the true greats in LPW History. Tromboner Man: You really think TBM is one of the greats in LPW history? Morpheus: Of course I do. Tromboner Man: Oh, man. TBM thinks you’re pretty great, too, Morph. Morpheus: Thanks, Teebs. Now, can I finish? Tromboner Man: Sure thing, buddy. Morpheus: Thanks. Now, let me put this into simple terms. All of the men that are involved in this match, I have great respect for. Whether or not I like them, whether or not we see eye to eye, they have proven themselves to be worthy competitors. However, more than just the World Heavyweight Championship is on the line in this match. The opportunity to compete for the Martinez Cup also hangs in the balance. This time, it isn’t about just being worthy. It’s about being the best. Look back over the last Season of LPW. When you look at Pyromania, who has been the best on that Brand? Tromboner Man: Ken Ryans? Morpheus: That was a rhetorical question, but no, Teebs. Not Ken Ryans. The man that beat him for the International Heavyweight Championship. Tromboner Man: Oh, right. That was… Hey! That was The Tromboner Man! Morpheus: That’s right, Teebs. You. Far and away, it’s been you. Tromboner Man: You’re making TBM blush. Morpheus: Then I’ll digress. Now, turn your attention back to Insanity. Over the last LPW Season, who has been the best on that Brand? Big B. Brown? Nigel Vanderbilt? Krimson Mask? Ultramarcus? Azreal? No. As much as it pains me to speak out against friends, it hasn’t been any of them. It’s been me. Morpheus. No one has had a stronger Season on Insanity than me. I have held the World Heavyweight Championship for the last 15 months, and I have kept it around my waist despite defending it a record number of times. I have taken on all comers, and left them all in my wake as I passed them by. And now, I face my biggest challenge yet, with five other men gunning for my title. Well, boys, you think you’re going to take what’s mine? I think I have something to say about that. Bring it on. Know this, gentlemen. You will be in for the fight of your lives. Friend or foe, it will be no matter. Once we are locked inside the DeathCube, there can be only one result, and that is me walking out with my hand raised in victory. Then, the Best on Insanity will go on to face the Best on Pyromania. As it should be. Tromboner Man: Damn straight. Morpheus turns and takes the World Heavyweight Championship from the windowsill and drapes it over his shoulder, then turns back to the camera. Morpheus: Big B. Brown. We’ve fought at each other’s side, and we’ve faced off against one another. I used to be a big fan of your show, but I have had to stop watching it recently. After a while, it just fades into white noise and starts sounding eerily reminiscent of Neil Diamond trying to eat a spoonful of Peanut Butter while having a stroke. Still, entertainment preferences aside, you have proven yourself to be a worthy opponent, despite losing your head and firing the only person on your show who was bringing in any real ratings. But it takes more than just being worthy this time. When you step inside the DeathCube, this encounter will end just like the other two times you have challenged me for my title: With you on your back, and my hand raised high. Krimson Mask. The Man. The Myth. The Legend. You and I have never crossed paths in an LPW ring before, and yet our names have been mentioned in the same sentence more times than I care to count. You are one of the most dominant forces ever to compete in LPW, and if it weren’t for your weakness for underage girls dressed as Fairy Tale characters, there might not have been a “one of” qualifier in that statement. Regardless, you forged a trail of absolute destruction, and in the process set the record for the most World Heavyweight Championship defenses. Then I broke it. You have yourself admitted that we are fighting the same side of this war against the End, and yet your apparent dislike of The Awakened has led you to bring the fight to our doorstep. Your return has sparked quite the buzz, but I am afraid that, despite your aspirations of a second Title reign, I am going to have to play the role of Dream Killer this time. It will be our first meeting inside the DeathCube, Krimson Mask, and once it is all said and done, I promise you one thing. You will see why Morpheus was the one who finally broke your record. Azreal. You, out of all the people in this match are the one that I want to hit the least. Although, I am still sickened by the sight of you attempting to shove an entire cheeseburger through your dislocated jaw like a jungle snake. Remind me never to dare you to do anything. Ever again. Out of all the people I’ve come across in LPW, you’ve been the one most like family to me- Voice: Like Family, you say? The Shrouded Man Steps from the shadows and approaches Morpheus. Morpheus: Not now, Brother. Please, not now. Shrouded Man: Then when? Morpheus: Soon. I promise. Tromboner Man: Wait a minute! This is your brother, Morph? Tromboner Man comes running in from off camera, hand extended in front of him. Tromboner Man: Hi! I’m The Tromboner Man! Most of my friends call me TBM. You can call me Tromboner Man. Morpheus: Ah, right. Teebs, this is my brother, Destiny. Tromboner Man: Destiny! Hey, TBM thinks he met you before… Yes! He’s sure he has! The night he won the International Heavyweight Championship, people said Destiny was in TBM’s corner! It’s good to see you ag- Destiny’s hood falls back as TBM approaches, and the torchlight illuminates his face. His long, black and gray hair falls down past his shoulders and his mouth is carved in a firm, humorless line, but his most striking feature is his eyes, which are sewn shut. Tromboner Man: On second thought, TBM think he may not have met you after all. TBM is pretty sure he’d remember vomiting like he’s about to right now. Morpheus: Guys, I really don’t mean to be a buzzkill, but I’m kind of busy here. Tromboner Man: Promo, right. We’ll just go off over here. So, Destiny. How do you see if your eyes are sewn up tight like that guy in the Alice In Chains video? Which video was that again? TBM thinks it was Rooster, right? Or maybe Epic? Wait, that wasn’t Alice In Chains… Tromboner Man and Destiny walk off camera toward the dais as Morpheus shakes his head, then looks back to the camera to continue. Morpheus: Where was I? Ah, yes. Another close friend. Ultramarcus. I haven’t had the heart to say some of these things to you, but I think it’s time that you face some facts. There is little doubting that you have been on a roll of late, what with your semi-hostile takeover of the City of Toronto, which is undoubtedly one of the crown jewels of Canadian cities. However, taking over the crown jewel of Canadian cities is like winning the Gold Medal in the Special Olympics. And do you know what’s better than winning the Gold Medal in the Special Olympics? Not being retarded. You’ve done some impressive things to make it here, Marcus. You’ve beaten Krimson Mask. You’ve liked to tout the fact that you are the only person to have ever held the United States and the Western State Heritage Titles. That is no doubt an amazing accomplishment, being the only man to hold both second-tier titles in LPW. Allow me to be the first to say… Welcome to the First Tier. You’ve stated repeatedly that you will be the next World Heavyweight Champion, and quite honestly, you might very well be right. But not on this night, Marcus. Not on this night. You’ve shown yourself to be one of the greatest competitors on Insanity, Marcus, and you will no doubt have your day, but this is not it. When we step into the DeathCube, you will be reminded exactly why you are student and I am the Master. Last, and almost certainly close to least, we have Nigel Vanderbilt. The man who takes the THE out of PSYCHOTHERAPIST. I have to grudgingly admit that I respect you for your ability, but that’s it. I do not respect you as a man, and I certainly don’t like you. You get on my nerves, and your mouth never stops running. You keep trying to up the ante with your antics, and I’m pretty sure the only option you have left is molesting and murdering a school bus full of retarded children after hopping them up on heroin. Or wait, you’ve already done that one, haven’t you… You have proven over the last year that you can be as ruthless as they come, and that you are capable of standing toe to toe with the best. Which is exactly what you will be doing when you enter the DeathCube. At the end of that match, you’re going to wish you were back in that dark room nailing kittens to the wall, because unlike them… I fight back. Morpheus takes the World Heavyweight Championship off of his shoulder and holds it out in front of him. Morpheus: This is what it is all about. The World Heavyweight Championship and the chance to compete for the Martinez Cup at Altered Reality Six. Everyone has Dreams. Desires and Aspirations to become something greater than they already are. Without these Dreams, we would never strive to reach new heights, and always stagnate and remain where we have always been. It is these very Dreams that are on the line. At Ragnarok, six men enter the DeathCube to vie for this World Title and that opportunity. Wait… Let me rephrase that. Five men enter the DeathCube to challenge ME for MY World Heavyweight Championship. And in case you’ve forgotten, let me remind you just who the Hell I am. I am the Dream Master. The Prince of Stories. The Nightmare King. I know all of your innermost desires, and the Shadows that haunt your darkest Dreams. I am Morpheus: Master of the Dream Realm and LPW World Heavyweight Champion. You, gentlemen… You are transient. I am forever. I supersede the Supernatural, and come Ragnarok, you will all come to know why I have held this title for so long. In the DeathCube, the Dream Master is going to make his own Dreams come true for once. And in so doing…[/i] Morpheus drapes the Title back over his shoulder and stares intensely into the camera. Morpheus: I will become your worst Nightmare. Sweet Dreams, gentlemen, and enjoy them while they last, because at Ragnarok… I’m taking them back. Morpheus turns away from the camera and walks back over toward TBM and Destiny. Tromboner Man: Man In The Box! That’s the one! Morpheus: I’d hate to interrupt, fellas, but I’ve just about wrapped this one up. Teebs and I have some serious prep work to do for our upcoming matches. Des, if you’ll excuse us. Destiny: Of course, Dream. I’ll be in touch. Morpheus: I’m sure you will be. Tromboner Man: It was nice to meet you, Mr. In The Box! Destiny turns away from the two Champions and walks behind the dais, disappearing into the shadows. Morpheus turns to Tromboner Man and smiles. Morpheus: Right, we've got some work to do. Shall we meet up outside? Tromboner Man: You’re in for it now, Morph. TBM has just the thing… Tromboner Man goes running out of the Audience Hall, as Morpheus smiles after him. Morpheus drapes the World Title over the back of one of the chairs and takes off his coat, removing Oneiro from its pocket, setting both on the table near the window. Morpheus: Alright, now you be good, little fella. I’ll be back real soon, ok? Morpheus walks over to the corner near the window and stares at a massive drapery hanging there. After a moment, he steps forward and pulls it away, sending it tumbling to the floor. Behind it is a large, elegant portrait of a beautiful woman with pale skin, long black curls and violet eyes. Morpheus stares at the portrait in silence for a moment before finally reaching up, kissing his first two fingers on his left hand, and placing the kiss on the lips of the woman in the portrait. Morpheus: Happy Birthday, Ariella. I miss you, my love... Morpheus pulls his gaze away from the portrait and begins to exit the Hall. As he passes by the window, the ground shakes again, and a giant robot appears outside the window. Upon closer inspection, it appears that the robot is actually the original MegaZord from the Mighty Morphin’ Power Rangers. The MegaZord turns to look into the window and waves at Morpheus, before gesturing for him to come outside. Morpheus: This is gonna be a long night… Morpheus smiles and walks out of the Audience Hall, muttering as he goes. Morpheus: I’m going Voltron on your ass… As Morpheus exits the Audience Hall, the MegaZord walks off, disappearing from view. After a moment of silence, a woman in a stunning white wedding dress with long black curls steps out from the shadows and watches as the door closes behind him. She sees the cat and picks it up, holding it tight to her chest. She starts to pet it as a single tear pours forth from each of her two perfect violet eyes... |
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