Post by ~Sylas F'n Styles~ on Apr 3, 2006 14:43:24 GMT -5
Sylas Styles is shown meditating inside of boiler room, surrounded by candles, pictures of him throughout his career, from every era and reincarnation of himself within OCW. While televisions playing his every loss and win inside an OCW ring encompass his presence
Time to see what mine future holds. The last time I did this, it signalled the transformation from "Messiah" to "Prodigy" and saw mineself win the OCW World title.
he crosses his legs and relaxes into a deep meditation
Sylas arises from a battlefield, many victims lay motionless, cut in half, beheaded or mangled beyond any recognizable state. His body is covered in the blood of himself and the many casualties of a war which happend. He knows nothing of the destruction he caused within this battlefield, but knows he is atleast one of the last men standing as he can hear screams and bloodcurdling cries from over a hill a small ways away.
A voice calls out to him, beckoning him to press forward, over the bodies and bloodstained fields to find the source
Sylas...I've come for you once more. If you seek the truth, if you seek your path, you must sit with me and speak, for only I know your destiny and how you must achieve it.
Where are you..I cannot see you. How will I find you if your voice travels from all distances?
Trust your instinct, trust your judgement. Look within and you will find me if you follow me.
He looks down to his chest and sees a darkened grey glowing emblem of an archangel, wings fully spread to their full mass atop a bloodstained t-shirt. This is a look has had before, only this time, his mind is free of the outside control it once contained.
Where before he was wearing battle armor, he now wears his wrestling gear, black shorts, red angels wings on the sides and said t-shirt. As he presses on towards where his instinct leads him, he stops and looks into a puddle that has formed beside a laying head of a casualty. The stream of water creating the puddle flows from the eyes of the head...as if they are tears. Instinct leads him to look into the puddle and see his reflection.
Upon seeing his face, he notices the face paint he once wore, symbolizing both his respect for KUNK and the mockery of his defeats and wins at his hands has dissapeared. The black eyepaint of "The Syndicate" era returned
He hears the cracking of the sky as the source of the voice reveals itself
Sylas...your path is set in stone, covered in thy blood and the blood of thy victims. In order for you to reach your full power, your full potential, you must let it all go, you must take it all in, you must free your self of all restraints and become the embodiment of all that pain you have felt
Why? Why have you come to me now?
I can say no more then that you have slipped through the cracks for too long. Your time is drawing short and if you wish to play with mortals, then you must become the god you are destined to be. That is if you wish to possess the trinkets of gold they hold high above their own self respect. You have a path which leads you to the WAR OF THE WORLDS where your final judgement will take place. If you succeed in defeating your inner demons, then you are free of the chains that bind you. If you fail, then your soul is ours for the taking and we will do with it what we must to make you the monster we wish you to be. We will take you from this field of casualties and your friends within it... FOREVER
He snaps out of his mediation, tears streaming down his face
...I must face my inner demons at War of the worlds and win.. or I will be taken from here forever? Inner demons? Oh god, who in the hell am I supposed to face then? Everyone here has some sort of demon from within me...Who could it be..........?
Time to see what mine future holds. The last time I did this, it signalled the transformation from "Messiah" to "Prodigy" and saw mineself win the OCW World title.
he crosses his legs and relaxes into a deep meditation
Sylas arises from a battlefield, many victims lay motionless, cut in half, beheaded or mangled beyond any recognizable state. His body is covered in the blood of himself and the many casualties of a war which happend. He knows nothing of the destruction he caused within this battlefield, but knows he is atleast one of the last men standing as he can hear screams and bloodcurdling cries from over a hill a small ways away.
A voice calls out to him, beckoning him to press forward, over the bodies and bloodstained fields to find the source
Sylas...I've come for you once more. If you seek the truth, if you seek your path, you must sit with me and speak, for only I know your destiny and how you must achieve it.
Where are you..I cannot see you. How will I find you if your voice travels from all distances?
Trust your instinct, trust your judgement. Look within and you will find me if you follow me.
He looks down to his chest and sees a darkened grey glowing emblem of an archangel, wings fully spread to their full mass atop a bloodstained t-shirt. This is a look has had before, only this time, his mind is free of the outside control it once contained.
Where before he was wearing battle armor, he now wears his wrestling gear, black shorts, red angels wings on the sides and said t-shirt. As he presses on towards where his instinct leads him, he stops and looks into a puddle that has formed beside a laying head of a casualty. The stream of water creating the puddle flows from the eyes of the head...as if they are tears. Instinct leads him to look into the puddle and see his reflection.
Upon seeing his face, he notices the face paint he once wore, symbolizing both his respect for KUNK and the mockery of his defeats and wins at his hands has dissapeared. The black eyepaint of "The Syndicate" era returned
He hears the cracking of the sky as the source of the voice reveals itself
Sylas...your path is set in stone, covered in thy blood and the blood of thy victims. In order for you to reach your full power, your full potential, you must let it all go, you must take it all in, you must free your self of all restraints and become the embodiment of all that pain you have felt
Why? Why have you come to me now?
I can say no more then that you have slipped through the cracks for too long. Your time is drawing short and if you wish to play with mortals, then you must become the god you are destined to be. That is if you wish to possess the trinkets of gold they hold high above their own self respect. You have a path which leads you to the WAR OF THE WORLDS where your final judgement will take place. If you succeed in defeating your inner demons, then you are free of the chains that bind you. If you fail, then your soul is ours for the taking and we will do with it what we must to make you the monster we wish you to be. We will take you from this field of casualties and your friends within it... FOREVER
He snaps out of his mediation, tears streaming down his face
...I must face my inner demons at War of the worlds and win.. or I will be taken from here forever? Inner demons? Oh god, who in the hell am I supposed to face then? Everyone here has some sort of demon from within me...Who could it be..........?
