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Your Fate is Sealed; Spilled Blood - Ryan Abendroth
Topic Started: Jan 31 2011, 05:56 PM (56 Views)
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::A tall dark figure stands before a door in a long hallway backstage of the Demolition arena. He looks around side to side::

::Knock..Knock..Knock..::


Ryan Abendroth:What?

::There is no response back from the man at the door, the tall figure, takes a few steps to the side of the door and leans against the wall, he holds his arm up with what appears to be some sort of a weapon. The door swings open as Ryan steps out, just as he takes a step out of the room he see's the man, but before he could react, the man swings his weapon, crashing it upon Ryan's skull with such force, Ryan Abendroth crumbles to the ground right there. The man steps out from the shadows, the dim light in the hallways casts down upon him, showing only his outline but still unable to tell who it is. The man grabs Ryan by the arms and begins to drag the limp man down the hallway. He lifts Ryan up onto his shoulder and carries him away, he makes his way down the hallway passing by other wrestlers and people, who seem to pay no mind to the fact that he is carrying this unconscious man over his shoulders.::

::He arrives to a door, the man swings it open and shuts the door behind him. The lights are off, as the man sets Ryan down gently into a chair. The sound of duct tape being ripped apart can be heard, as it appears the man is taping and restraining Ryan's arms to the chair's arm rests. While still no lights on in the room, the man begins to move around stuff, he walks up to the wall and appears to write something on it. He moves the chair Ryan is sitting on right up to the wall. He drags over a table and places it behind Ryan, there is a table lamp upon the table. He continues to move some things around, the sounds of metal, possibly weaponry, are being placed upon the table. After a few moments Ryan begins to start waking up from his unconscious state of being, the room is still dark, but can see Ryan's head moving, and hear him groaning from behind the duct tape over his mouth. After a moment, the man reaches over to Ryan and rips off the duct tape from his mouth. Still droggy from the attack earlier Ryan can barely say any words.::


Ryan:uhh... my head.. What is going on.. here?

::Just then as he finishes up his sentence, the table lamp that is resting on the table just behind Ryan turns on. Ryan looking straight ahead, is looking into a mirror, he see's his reflection, it takes him a moment to see that there is writing upon the mirror, it is written in what appears to be blood, possibly his own, he doesn't know how bad he is injured on his head. The blood is running down the mirror at the ends of the letters, Ryan reads it out loud, "First Blood.." Just as he finishes reading the writing on the wall, he see's the tall figure standing right behind the lamp that is right behind Ryan. Ryan's eyes get big, a bit of fear comes over Ryan. Ryan Abendroth is not a fearful man, he thinks himself a warrior, but any man who doesn't feel some sort of fear in a moment like this, being duct taped to a chair, helpless to what comes next at the hands of the man standing behind you, well that is a mad man, one Ryan thinks himself not. Ryan Abendroth, knows exactly who this man is, as his eyes try to search hard in the reflection of the mirror trying to find the man's face in the darkness.::

Ryan: Norns? That you, you coward Viking!

::He lowers himself down, so that his face is just behind the table top lamp, his hair covering most of his face, but it is clear to Ryan that it is in fact Norns. The man reaches to his left and grabs something from on top of the table, with his right hand he reaches forward and grabs a chunk of Ryan's hair, he yanks his head back and places the blade of a knife to the throat of Ryan.::

Norns: Nothing would make me happier, then to turn this oak wood table, red, with the blood spilled by this knife. Yet, that does just seem a little bit overboard though, does it not? (Norns stands up and paces around) Instead, you are going to go through what I went through, you are going to feel exactly how I felt. It is your own actions, which has brought it upon myself, to have to do this to you, Ryan. There is no honor is what I have to do, only retribution and payback. After all it is from your own mouth, that you confessed to your heinous actions, it is from your mouth that you admitted to splitting my head open, sneaking up behind me and driving my own horned helmet into my skull. This, Ryan Abendroth, is what has led you here, these actions of which I have spoken of, are now the actions of which I must take upon you. Last week, you attacked me with my guard down, then challenged me to a match, which I accepted, far be it from my own best interest. In this match, I came up the loser, something that does not settle well with me. Therefore, I have taken upon myself to exact the revenge at all costs necessary, and that is why we are here, Ryan Abendroth. I am going to maim you, as you have I, and I am also going to issue you a challenge, this Wednesday at Demolition, to a..well, you can read the mirror.. First Blood match. Now we will both have the fresh wounds of which can be opened quite easily, so we will both be at a disadvantage, instead of just.. I. Now now, that is enough talking, time to get down to the matters at hand.

::Norns reaches to his left and picks up what looks to be his old time weapon, the shovel-head he carries around. He paces around the room just behind Ryan, running the edge of the shovel blade against wood, after a moment he stops, just then Norns swings back and swings the shovel head with as much force as he can, and hits Ryan's head, almost causing the chair to fall over sideways with the force of the blow, he reaches back and swings again in the opposite direction, again with so much force he almost knocks the chair over. Norns still holding the shovel head, walks over and stands in front of Ryan, he starts to try and kick at Norns, Norns gets control of the legs and stands on Ryan's feet, immobilizing his legs. He kneels down to Ryan and reaches up and grabs his hair again. Ryan is shaking and stunned from the 2 vicious hits he just took.. "You brought this upon yourself, this is YOUR FATE and it is sealed!" Norns stands up he turns the shovel head weapon so that the shovel head is sideways, he swings it back and swings it across Ryan's head just above his ear, splitting the side of his head wide open. The blood flows out like a river, as Ryan once again is knocked unconscious, his head falls forward as the blood spills from his head and forms a huge puddle on the floor.::

::Norns cuts the duct tape and throws Ryan to the ground. He grabs Ryan's legs and drags him out of the room, he continues dragging his body down the hallway and into the main backstage area, which happens to be pretty empty at the time. He drops his legs and sits Ryan up against the wall, he stuffs a note in Ryan's pocket that reads
"Your Fate is sealed and more blood will be spilled, Wednesday First Blood - Norns" Norns stands up and looks around, no one is around, as Norns heads off and exits the arena. - End Scene::
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Life. Life is a bitch.

The headache, the splitting headache... The memories flashed by in seconds. Scene after scene flashed by of the assault that came only moments earlier. An attack from behind, searing damage, and scars that would remain for years and years. Some would say it was Karma. That the attack was merely retribution, an eye for an eye. The universal force that kept everything in balance and created justice for all. That, or Norns was just a crazy motherfucker just like many of the others on the roster. Where did he line-up on that list? Probably not too far from the top, but the subject was getting farther and farther off-hand. The ramblings and voices in his head were obviously a side-effect of the blows he had taken to the head. Trying to rise, Ryan Abendroth only find himself staggering back down. Life, karma, they're all a bunch of shit. This was all on Norns. Two wrongs don't make a right, but it does give you that warm, fuzzy feeling.

"Mother fu-, RGH."

One hand on his wound, the other grasping a table for support, Ryan rose from the floor. The pool of blood had already tinted his clothing a dark red, and fresh droplets of the liquid continued to spill. In any other circumstance, this would be assault. However this... this wasn't any other circumstance. Could he hate Norns for this? Sure he could. But there was something that wasn't there before. The fire, the drive. The complete and utter rage to destroy and demolish. Norn's patience and anger was driven over the limit, to extraneousness limits. One could only say that this was what an Agoge was all about. The two participants now grappled further into the abyss. The darker they become, the brighter they will shine.

Blood? Blood is nothing. Scars? Superficial wounds.

"Of course it would be a First Blood match. Who but a coward and a Viking cower at the sight of their own blood. What warrior backs down when struck by a sword? Arrows pierced through the greatest of soldiers, and they continued to fight on. Norns, Norns had already shown his lack of will only nights previously, it took only seconds for the victory. Now, he pins the blame on the attack, excuses of the highest order."

There wasn't anyone around, there wasn't even a camera. This wasn't being broadcast to any where, or anyone. Mere mutterings of a man in pain and thought. He struggled to make his way to the door, and once outside, he only stumbled once more. It was a repeat, a simple repeat of last weeks events. Only this time, Ryan was on the receiving end. A bitter laugh escaped his lips.

"I'd have hoped he would have come up with something more original."

This was a showing of weakness. People were watching the once-proud Greco-Roman on his knees. It wouldn't do, absolutely not. He fought the stings of fatigue and the agony the coursed through his body. It was a losing battle, but he wore the blows. Surprisingly, Abendroth was able to stand on his own. He didn't bother to cover the cut, it bled freely. The witnesses of Norn's attack averted their eyes, thinking that they would be attacked for their lack of action. There was no point in wasting energy on the plebians. Besides, it took all the effort in the world just to stand on his own two feet.

Step. Pain. Step. Pain.

No one came to assist him, no one called for help. If they did, would he have taken it? His vision blurred, everything started to turn red... But his pride refused to lose its grip, its vice grip. Step after step, battling and fighting to the very end. He didn't even have a destination, all he knew was that he wouldn't allow himself to look weak. His body SCREAMED at him to stop, but mind held over matter. And then, someone started to approach... who? All there was was a blurry outline of black in a sea of gore. And yet, the outline spoke.

"Th-... -od.... -terial. Mist-... -droth...?"

All senses seemed to be losing their tone. Every blink made everything darker, every sound seemed to grow further and further away. The only smell was that of rusting metal, and the only feeling he had was the pounding of his own body. There was little sense of self, and even less of what was around him.

"Wh-... -pened...?"

Even with dulled senses, Ryan could tell what that was about.

"Attack... Coward..."

The blur looked confused.

"...-ho?"

"Norns..."

Thud. And everything went dark.

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