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"All around me,; I see what weakness has made."
Topic Started: Jan 20 2011, 02:10 PM (76 Views)
Rozmosis
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"Who, exactly, ARE YOU PEOPLE DEMANDING RIGHTS TO CHALLENGE FOR MY TITLE?"



J.R.R. Tolkien's novel The Hobbit has, for decades, been a front-runner in novelistic-fantasy literature. Symbolic trysts, subliminal messaging regarding modern day (from the time the novel was written to even an equivalent in today's world) problems and the age-old adventure plot have captivated the minds and imaginations of audiences all around the world. Perhaps, if nothing more can come from this novel, understand a brief, 20-second summary: the rise of good against evil, with the fate of the world resting in the hands of a miniature "hobbit" creature. Peril unfolds, and a destined battle with the giant, invisible-like dragon shape allow most good-hearted readers to side with Bilbo Baggins, the ultimate under-dog within the tale. As Bilbo learns before his battle with Smog, the dragon, to wake up a sleeping beast within his chamber is as close to suicide as one can get without using their own hand to commit the act. Smog indeed perished, albeit with the help of Bilbo's human friends, yet one would question if the result would have been the same if both dragon and hobbit faced, beginning to end, one on one only? That being said, could Bilbo Baggins prove himself worthy to face this monster? Was he inevitably supposed to win, or would he have been crushed like a bug? Tolkien penned his own denoument, yet the mind of a reader can only re-create their own.

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Television tapings had long been the standard within RCWF programming for wrestlers to acquaint themselves with each other. Whether bonds were forged or enemies found, the ol' "storyline" a professional wrestler begs for is waiting on a silver platter for all, hoping creative players will take advantage. Yet, for the longest of times, the New York City Superstar had been away from TV's. Age won't allow many more miles to be placed on the old tinker, even though he knew he was still in better shape than anyone else on the current Demolition roster. Other occupational engagements also factor in, yet regardless, it was not necessary enough for him to appear. His work ethic, his track record, his prized resume` spoke for itself. He was one of several golden standards placed on the upper echelon's of RCWF lore. He was a gifted competitor, a role model for your children, voted number seven ALL TIME within the history of this company, one-half of the number three tag team of ALL TIME within this promotion, and, if nothing else, a CHAMPION. And while you, my dear reader, may see this as a braggart's brigade, or snarl at my boasting, let me proclaim: this is less of a boast, more of a statement: if you want to be big, prove it and get big. While you ponder these words, Roz himself had a few words to say. Standing in front of a black back-drop, a bold faced R O Z printed in red lay centered behind the superstar. His eyes were fixated on his feet, though hard to tell given he kept them hidden behind black sunglasses. Nonetheless, though long locks of brown hair huddled together in front of his face, Roz's facial expression suggested he was annoyed. Yeah, typically that mood is left for Tad Peters, Thaddius, or other snakes that make this company completely rotten. Yet, Roz's face suggested he was mad. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, Roz was PISSED, and silence was a fighting technique one could not use no longer.

"WHO ARE YOU? I'M NOT EVEN SURE OF YOUR NAMES? WHAT? I CAN BARELY READ THE TELEPROMPTER, MAKE THE LETTERS LARGER."

Our camera conductors, producing Roz's prepared promo, did as asked. Roz's left hand removed his sunglasses from his face and held them at chest level. His eyes squinted, as if struggling to read or register the forth-coming words. A perfect metaphor for the on-coming backlash.

"ARC--ARCANGEL, AND C...A...WHITE. ARCANGEL AND C.A. WHITE. ONE MAN, A CONFUSED MEMBER OF THE GLORIOUS X-MEN, AND ANOTHER A WALKING PROMOTION FOR PAINT CHIPS. I ASK AGAIN, WHO ARE YOU? DO YOU KNOW? YOU?

He was relentless in his questioning, yet the poor chaps behind the camera lens were not able to answer, only fall victim to Roz's assault. He became personal with the camera, where his right index finger pointed to the center of the screen. Yes, he was pointing to YOU.

"I HAVE BROKEN MY BODY, LET IT HEAL, AND BROKE IT AGAIN FOR FAR TOO LONG TO LET THIS MOCKERY CONTINUE. A LONG, LONG TIME AGO, WHEN TITLE CHANGES HAPPENED EVERY SINGLE WEEK AT THE TELEVISION TAPINGS, IT WAS A COMMON ERR OF NO-NAMED WRESTLERS TO PROMOTE THEMSELVES AND DEEM THEMSELVES WORTHY FOR CHAMPIONSHIP MATERIALS. AND WHEN THAT HAPPENED, THEY WERE JUSTLY MOCKED, RIDICULED, HAZED AND THROWN OUT TO THE CURB LIKE EVERY OTHER LOST SOUL LOOKING FOR THEIR 'BIG BREAK.' MORE LIKE BAD COMEDY!"

If I hadn't mentioned it before, Roz was indeed pissed, and the vocal tones emanating from within were on level with a speech by The Ultimate Warrior. This was definitely uncommon ground for Brooklyn's Finest, yet the message had to come over LOUD and clear.

"WEEK IN AND OUT, I ACCEPT MY SCHEDULED BOOKINGS, OUT-PERFORM ALL OTHER COMPETITORS ON THE CARD, CONTINUE PROVING MY WORTH WITHIN THE WALLS OF THE HALL OF FAME, AND WAIT FOR NEXT WEEK. I TALK A BIG TALK WHEN NECESSARY, YET BACK MY WORDS UP INSIDE THE SQUARED-CIRCLE. ARCANGEL? C.A. WHITE? WHAT WORTH WITHIN THE RING HAVE YOU PROVEN? TYPICALLY, I FIND IT A COMPLIMENT TO HELP TRAIN YOU YOUNG BUCKS INSIDE THE PLAY-PEN. BUT WHEN THE DEMANDS START TO FLOW FROM UNACCOMPLISHED, BOISTEROUS GNOMES LIKE ARCANGEL AND C.A. WHITE, THINGS SUDDENLY CHANGE. YOU AREN'T THE ONLY ONES. TAKE NOTE OF THIS, HAMMER, SKIPEO, NORNS, AND EVERY OTHER TWERP THAT HAVE GRADUATED FROM THE 'DUNGEON.' YOUR ONLY ROLE IN DECIDING YOUR FATE IS HOW YOU PERFORM IN THE RING. YOUR WORK ETHIC, YOUR STYLE, YOUR ORIGINALITY. THAT BEING SAID, YOU ALL HAVE ACCOMPLISHED NOTHING."

He began to pace back and forth, one-step, two-step and an about face, followed by the same repetition.

"I have done nothing BUT defend the young pups. I've been vocal against a great friend of mine, and for WHAT? JOHN KAOS, I HOPE YOU ARE LISTENING CLOSELY, BROTHER. LISTEN CLOSE, AND HEED MY WORDS, BECAUSE MY REVELATION HAS REACHED A BREAKING POINT: I apologize for challenging your motives in straightening out this new wave of SHIT BAGS. You were right, brother. I now understand. THE BEAST WITHIN, THE SYMBOLIC 'DRAGON' HAS BEEN AWAKENED. CONGRATS, ARCANGEL AND C.A. WHITE: ONE OF YOU, OR BOTH FOR THAT MATTER, SHALL FALL VICTIM TO HURRICANE ROZMOSIS. AND WHEN YOU FALL, AND WHEN I STAND OVER YOUR FALLEN BODIES, KEEPING THIS, MY TELEVISION TITLE DRAPED OVER MY SHOULDER, I WANT YOU TO TRULY QUESTION IF YOU WERE READY FOR SQUARING OFF WITH A MAN OF MY CALIBUR. AND BE REST ASSURED, THERE IS ONLY ONE ANSWER: NO. COME DEMOLITION, COME ROYAL RUMBLE, COME WHENEVER, I WILL MAKE YOU BOTH REGRET YOU RAN YOUR LITTLE MOUTHS OFF."

Our main camera man had given Roz the signal to wrap up his promo. On cue, Roz's parting words would ring bells within the ears and consciousness of all individuals who self-promote themselves as WORTHY to step inside the squared circle with greatness. He breathed rather heavy, gasping for air after every exhale. His face had turned rather red, and veins started to protrude through both neck and forehead.

"You have awoken a monster, and I will teach you some discipline. One by one, you will fall victim to the New York City Superstar, and become nothing more than a footnote in my already crisp career."

As one last parting act of anger, Roz threw his sunglasses at the center camera. While they banged and clanked until ultimately hitting the ground, Roz sauntered off-screen, no doubt ready to rip someone's head off. Bilbo Baggins and his hobbit friends have awoken the beast of Brooklyn, and there was no turning back. "Bring on the fresh meat" seemed to be his mantra, yet with the ending of, "and I'll tear 'em to pieces."

R O Z
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::Ahhh So the mighty Roz speaks.::

A booming voice echoed throughout the room leaving everyone a bit discomforted.

Screens in the room all cut to black for a second as smoke seem to appear nearly out of nowhere. The door that had provided the only exit suddenly slammed shut and locked without the help of anything visible. The camera men that had taken Roz’s promo felts shivers as the black screens suddenly came on a nearby monitor displaying a figure with intense mass and eyes that reflected the grey of a storm cloud. He stood dead center of what seemed like an immense catholic temple that was made with great effort almost as if it were out of star wars. Around him stood cloaked figure with hoods in which they bowed their heads so that their faces were not visible. Ironically they bowed their heads to him the holy rage Arcangel. He eyed the camera intensly and spoke with a somewhat calming tone.


::It is an honor I must say however I wish our meeting were under better circumstances. You speak truth when you say you have earned your claim to gold. I do not challenge this I understand your legacy and what you have achieved. Many can say they know of the name Roz for there is very few that don’t. However just to make things clear I am no dungeon graduate. The only dungeons I know of is the one that holds those who do not rise to the heavens when it is their time. The holding cells of the unfortunate. I know for a fact however that this does not fall upon you for the heavens sing praise of your name.::


One of the cameramen close to Roz pulled out a bible in fear as he caressed it and closing his eyes praying to be saved as the lights above him flickered on and off.

::Since we know so much of you let me tell you who I am. Arcangel the Holy Rage formerly know as the Peoples light. While some know me as a permanent name here I can assume that to you I would be just another rookie. That is fine but sooner or later the word rookie will be a thing of the past. While your achievements are many I fear my brother that the RCWF you once knew is gone. You must come to realize that it is people like me Troupe , Razor Sharp, Jake rogers and Josh D. that will carry on the company on our shoulders. You will look around one day to find all that you knew replaced by the ones you called rookies.::

One of the ladies in the room got tired of listening and pulled out her cellphone in an attempt to call for help. She dialed the buttons frustratingly as she didn’t receive service. Apparently she was wishing she didn’t have touch screen at this particular moment as it only made things worse. As she tried for like the third time she screamed as the screen cracked in her hand and sparks flew out the phone as it shut down. Another man who was watching put it together as he had seen Arcangel wave his hand and the screen crack after, he turned his head to Roz looked at him with desperation.

Aren’t you gonna do something….were trapped in here!

There was no response out of him as the man became disgusted and grabbed the monitor aggressively.

Let us out of here you freak!

Arcangel disregarded him as with the snap of his fingers the glass to his Rolex cracked. The man took of the watch with haste and flung it across the room as if it were a demon of some kind. Arcangel snickered a bit as he crossed his arms.

::Fear not my brothers for I mean you no harm. You have my word you will be safe. Roz rest assured I don’t not wish ill fate upon this company. I only speak truth and the truth is that I came here to rise up and become a champion one day. Though you may seem me unworthy to compete for your crown it was not my choice alone. The one you know as John Kaos set me forth on this path. So your earlier statement of me making unworthy claims do not apply. I have earned everything I have fought for and if it was given to me without so I would not agree. With that said my brother I do not intend to be held down by the likes of you you or anyone else. So while you may be a legend rest assure I am a legend in the making. I will meet you in the ring soon enough but till then farewell..::

Arcangel waved casually with shades in hand as the screens suddenly cut off to portray static a second later. The smoke finally gone and the door unlocked the people who were in the room ran out for there lives. One of them looked down to find that the shades Roz had thrown were gone…

(open to Roz)
Name- Arcangel "The Holy Rage"

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