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Into Battle Sword in Hand!; Revenge is coming Roman!
Topic Started: Jan 23 2011, 09:08 PM (67 Views)
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::Dark is the night, bright is the moon that shows the path, the path for which he has betaken. The fog thick as if the clouds themselves fell from the sky and took over the air of the Earth. Through the trees to the open meadows, across the creeks to rock ridden hills, sword in hand he presses on. The night air fills with the cries of the wolves and the songs of the night birds high above. His pace is fast, his mind is sharp he stops for nothing. He scales up the mountains, his pace stays steady, as he scales the razor wide edges of the tops with ease.::

::From the highest peaks to lowest valleys below, he marches on. Dressed for the upcoming battle that looms ahead, a glorious right to passage it will be. Sword in his hand is long and sharp, his shield is heavy but sturdy, his helmet rests firmly upon his head. Tomorrow, war will commence, tomorrow will be the most important day of his life. Still pressing on, through the black of the night, making way through narrowing maze of trees they breach past the enclosed suffocation of the trees and storm into the wide open meadow, they have arrived, the battle field for which blood will be shed. Fear is set aside, for today he will fear no man, a killer of men, a warriors friend, he is here to avenged his fallen brothers. If he shall die, then its to Valhalla he shall go. Open the gates AllFather for this will be my most glorious day!::

::He stops, he has reached his battle grounds, the grass is crisp and green, the air is cool as it brushes down his spine. This was a black night, today shall be a red day for our enemies blood will be spilled. Raising his sword he screams out a mighty roar. Soon his sword will drench the Earth with the slaying of his enemies, the vultures will fly high above waiting to feast upon the empty carcasses that once were men. Looking around him, warriors aligned left to right, each ready to wage war. A voice calls out from ahead, it is loud and commanding, he speaks of this days glory.::


When they see us they will run for their lives, to the end they will pay for their lies. Now we will fight for the kingdom, with steel in our hands, kill them all, their blood is our seal, fight till the last of the enemy is dead. I now issue the call, ARE YOU READY TO FIGHT!?

YEAH!!

Fight altogether as one for the right to be free once again, tonight is OUR NIGHT!! I can see by the look that you have in your eyes, you have come here for battle, to fight and to die, AllFather open the gates to Valhalla for today we shall die, HAIL GODS OF WAR!!

::Into the heart of battle, he fought like a true warrior. Valiant and courageous, he showed no fear. Charging into the battle field, he shed the blood of many an enemy, he turns the once green field red with the furious anger that strewn forth from his mighty swing of his sharp sword. One after another, his enemies fell, invincible he did seem, a war bound, blood thirsty fighter, rage had taken over and he lost all control, on a killing spree many more fall victim to his steel. Around the corner he charges after his fleeing enemy, a trap they did lay. He stands there outnumbered most greatly 100 men to just one. Fearless, he screams out to the skies..::

Odin!! Open thy gates to Valhalla and receive me for it is my time, with sword in hand today I shall DIE!!

::Undaunted, determined to slay as many men as he could, he screams at the top of his lungs and charges into the fray, swinging ferociously at his enemies, one after another they fall, blood spraying everywhere. He makes it to the middle of the pack before becoming overwhelmed by the sheer number of men. With 1 final burst of fury and anger he charges, and cuts and chops at the men until he can take no more. He falls to his knees as the men surround him. He closes his eyes, in the final moment he utters to himself "I am a warrior this death is my honor" with a final deep breath he looks up, just as they pierce their sharp sword deep into his heart...::

::Suddenly he lets out a muffled cough, Norns opens his eyes, his head is pounding, slowly he lifts his head up. He turns his head looking straight down at the crimson soaked concrete floor. His hair hanging down in front of him, blood is dripping off the ends. Slowly he sits up, struggling, he gets to his knees. He sits there and thinks to himself
"Where the fuck am I? What happened?" He reaches up to the side of his head, a huge gash has been opened, the blood flows out the wound, like a faucet releases its water. Starring at the massive puddle of blood on the ground, dazed, confused, and barely able to see from the blood in his eyes, he reaches out for anything to grab a hold of. He grabs hold of something wooden and uses it to lift himself up to his feet, barely able to stand he stumbles back, he grabs a cup sitting next to his hand and pours the water into his hand, he rubs the water on his face, trying to remove the blood from his eyes so he can see.::

::After clearing the blood from his face and eyes, he turns around to see that he is in his locker room,
"What is going on here?, Was I dreaming?, Why am I busted open?, I don't remember anything..!". Still struggling to move, he takes a few steps and leans against the table that is pressed up against the wall. He begins to look around for any sign of what happened, as he scans around the room, he looks over to the wall that he woke up next too. Upon the wall written in his own blood was, "You're next Viking, The Roman" Norns becomes overcome with anger, he turns around and breaks the table that was against the wall, he storms out of his locker room. Overcome with anger and adrenaline he no longer feels the wound on his head, he storms around the backstage area screaming top of his lungs, "WHERE IS HE! WHERE IS THE ROMAN, HE'S A DEAD MAN! YOU HEAR ME DEAD!!"::

::Storming around the backstage area still trying to find Ryan Abendroth, the Roman, his adrenaline begins to wear off. His head begins to start pounding again, he drops to 1 knee and lowers his head, the blood still continues to pour out of the wound creating a small puddle on the floor right there. He stands back up hysterical and furious, intent on finding Ryan Abendroth and issuing his revenge attack upon him. He storms about the backstage area and all throughout the Demolition arena, but fails in his quest to find The Roman. Frustrated and beginning to feel the affects of his wound he, he begins to stumble, the adrenaline is wearing off, and with the amount of blood he has lost, he starts getting dizzy and unable to walk a straight line. He continues walking best he can, but eventually he collapses to the ground.::

::Several medical personal rush to Norns aide, they carry him to the back and perform emergency operation to close the huge gash on his head. He had lost quite a bit of blood, but they deemed that he was not in need of a blood transfusion. After several hours knocked out on the table, Norns awakens in a rage. He rips everything off him and storms out of the room, he makes his way to his locker room. He sits on the bench in the locker room, sure that if the Roman was bold enough to attack him in his own locker room, surely he will be bold enough to confront him 1 more time in here. He waits patiently.. - End Scene



(open to Ryan Abendroth)
2x Federation Champion
1x Custom Champion
Allies: Eli Eastwood
Signature: Warrior's Boot (Brogue Kick)
Finisher: Burning Hammer

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How could he do this...?

That wasn't the matter in question here. The question would be how easy it was. The door was left wide open, there was a lack of any lock or security. Norn's locker room had a surplus of blunt objects, but none of them were fitting. A steel-chair? Too traditional. Lead pipe? Too unoriginal. The momentous occasion that was about to unfold required a weapon that would strike with force, though leaving enough room for irony. After a short moment of deliberation, the viking helmet seemed fitting. The returning, victorious Norns would be laid out. A viper-like strike, only seconds after the Norseman walked through the door. There wasn't any long, convoluted plan for it. All it took was a simple strike to the head, and the former Custom Champion was down for the count. The so-called 'great warrior from the north' was taken down several notches.

It wasn't quite finished. There was no reason, nor explanation. It just wasn't. Demons of old possessed him, Pluto demanded a sacrifice. He thirsted for the crimson flow. A horn was torn off of the helmet, and a fresh scar was engraved into the side of the viking's head. A long, deep wound. One that Ryan made sure would not heal in a long time. The blood exited and flowed smoothly. It tainted his hands, and juxtaposed with the white floor pattern. The nature and brutality of the attack stained his very core. The blood of Norns was on his hands, the first move had been taken. The pieces were placed. This game would be played until the end of all days, whether that be Ragnarök, or the End of Ages.

. . .

Minutes passed as Abendroth merely knelt near the fallen body of his new enemy. He didn't attempt to call for help. Even if he did, the red stains on his clothing would most likely terrify them into being not so compliant. At one moment, Norns actually began to stir. Signs his consciousness was returning allowed Abendroth to heave a sigh of disappointment. He was hoping that man would be out for a bit longer, the more blood lost the better. The movement of it all was premeditated, a match would most likely ensue from the encounter. The weaker his foe, his chances of victory would increase. By all means, victory had to be achieved. A sign was left, his insignia and message. He wiped his fingertips with the cloak that Norns so often wore, and left. Only seconds later did he hear the rage.

. . .

Ah, the time was right. It was time to confront the beast.

It was a health hazard to meet a man after you had just blindsided him. To make matters worse, it was Norns that was blindsided. Only a madman would actually go through with it. The only problem was, madman was synonymous with coward in Abendroth's mind. So and forth did Abendroth walk into the dragon's lair, where the assault had been done and the blood had been spilled. There was no need for pleasantries or flatteries, the door was opened and Ryan merely glared at the man he had dropped not so long ago. An arrogant smile, hand-in-hand with the air of confidence. Some may have called this courage, others, stupidity. To Abendroth, this was merely his human nature.

"Norns, my good old friend. How holds that head of yours?"

The wrath of Norns was being loosely held together. The seams that were still intact were being cut by these words. However, Abendroth was no fool for doing this. An angered man is a stupid man, and a stupid man is and will always be easy to overcome. Nevertheless, a wary eye was kept on every movement the beast made.

"I'm afraid this is just an entirely a misconception. That writing on the wall? It couldn't possibly be me. I couldn't have entered your locker room right after your match, hit you with your own helmet, carved your head like a stone tablet, wiped your own blood on your robe, and left a nice little note for you. That? I was talking about the OTHER viking in the RCWF."

This clearly didn't amuse Norns.

"Hes not buying it. Oh damn, that was my trump card. Ah, Norns, Norns, Norns. The Norse Viking, the warrior of Odin, the former Custom Champion. Why would I have attacked you? What was my reasoning? Pure and simply, you made a rookie mistake. A rookie mistake that was taken advantage by a rookie. You failed on several accounts. You failed to watch your back, you failed to be on consistently on your defense, you failed to keep your championship when coming out 6th, and you failed to be anything of merit. From one warrior to another, you've disgraced this class. You've angered me, Norns, you've angered me. But more importantly, you've disappointed me.

So, I have taken it upon myself to give you a wake-up call. We're going to go through hell, Hades, whichever you believe in, together. We're going to Hades, and we're coming right back. This isn't a movie, this may not result in a happy ending. You will be broken in more ways then you can possibly imagine. You will pass mental and physical limitations that you never even knew existed. I've chosen you to go on this journey with me, but only one of us will come out of this intact. Lets call this our own, personal Agoge. There is no means of escape, you've already been selected. Our first meeting is Weds. Prepare yourself."


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::He sits on his bench, head in his hands, a splitting headache he does have from the sneak attack by the Roman Ryan Abendroth earlier. He sits on his bench, waiting patiently for Ryan, as he suspects he was bold enough to attack him in his room, he would be bold enough to return. His anger is boiling over, visions of rage flashing through his head. Image after image of pure revenge upon the body of Ryan Abendroth stream though the Viking's head. Even as these images fill his mind with anger and desperation to seek out his revenge, he also see's the bigger picture. No, he will not act out of anger, for that will accomplish nothing. If Ryan is so bold to return to his locker room and confront him yet again, he will not take action, just yet. He will take his action where it hurts the most, he will get his revenge where it matters most to Ryan. Inside that ring, is where he will get his revenge, inside that ring he will stand victorious and in front of everyone, prove to himself, everybody around, and to Ryan himself, that he doesn't have what it takes to face off with a true warrior.::

::Suddenly, as he sitting there thinking to himself he hears a voice ring out form just beyond his door.
"Norns, my good old friend. How holds that head of yours?" Norns lifts his head up to see Ryan Abendroth standing there in his doorway, almost instantly all his thoughts about being calm and collected and waiting to take out his revenge later where it mattered most, went flying out the door. Norns, almost loses it, he stands up like he is about ready to attack, then he stops. He takes a few deep breathes and paces around as Ryan continues speaking. He sits back down on his bench, starring intently at Ryan, thinking to himself "how can I just sit here and let the man who attacked me and did this to me, just stand in my doorway and ramble on." He listens to each word Ryan says, taking it all in and processing it. He waits till Ryan is done talking, as soon as he finishes speaking, Norns stands up and walks up to Ryan, he gets right up to his face, making Ryan Abendroth a little uncomfortable, however, Ryan doesn't back down, he just stands there and stares back at Norns as Norns begins to speak.::

Norns: First, dont ever call me your "buddy." Second, I "disappointed you," I wasn't aware I was here to please you! Angered you? Your gonna come into my locker room sneak attack me, and then say I angered you. Well, guess who is angry now, Roman. Far as my championship reign is concerned, you were the first one to be eliminated, and even though I came out from the chamber last, all men were still fighting, the odds were against me, and still I came this close to walking out of that match with the title.

You have made a bold but foolish statement by attacking me with my guard down, and now you issue a challenge to me to face you this Wednesday. While everything inside me is ripping at and clawing to get out and unleash a fury of hell-storm upon you so heinous, the gods will turns in disgust, I fight that urge. For Wednesday in that ring, I will take out my revenge, I will stand victorious high above your fallen and broken body, and hurt you where it counts most. Your honor rides on your victories, everything you are rides on you being victorious in that ring. Without victory you are but nothing, without victory your a useless so called "warrior." I AM A WARRIOR! You say this means no escape, it is with my passion for blood and violence and the revenge I will take out upon you, that it will be you, who has no escape. Once you enter that ring, it will be to Hell, as you say, and back and the trip will be very long, very slow, and very very painful one for you, Roman. There will be no honor in this victory, I will NOT call upon the gods to side with me, for what I plan to do to you, will only anger the gods. With honor out, and just pure anger and rage at hand, your pride and your honor I will leave that ring with. What is left in that ring, will not be a warrior, but a broken, shamed, pathetic excuse for a man, and in this I will have my revenge. I have nothing further to say to you, Roman, I suggest you leave my sight before I ignore my inner self and take out my revenge right here and now.


::Norns turns his back to Ryan Abendroth after having said what he had to say, he shuts his locker room door and goes about his business. - End Scene::
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