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 Posted: Thu Jul 15, 2010 1:08 am
The sound of Lux Aeturna Requiem For A Dream Remix begins to play in the arena of a sold out crowed! Rathmor is seen walking on stage with his wizard clothing and hat, his pointed shoots, his sorcerer's book and staff, and the big bottle of mysterious mist he carries on his back! Rathmor walks until the begining of the ramp and stops, showing his blue skin to the public. He opens his book with one hand, looks inside of it and starts reading from it, and then raises his staff. Suddenly, pyrotechnics begin to go off on each side of him, all different colours, but mostly different types of blue. Once they stop, Rathmor closes his book back up and lowers his staff, proceeding his way down the ramp.
Rathmor begins to make his way down the ramp, only looking at the crowed when he is booed. Rathmor points his staff at the booer's. "Those who do not believe, shall be shunned." He looks as way and keeps walking. When Rathmore approaches the ring, he turns towards the stairs and walks over to them. He lifts his coat up a bit so he isn't stepping on it and makes his way up the steps. He steps between the middle and top rope and into the ring.
Rathmor's music now slowly begins to fade as he thinks around at the astonished crowed! They have never seen something like this before! Maybe some cheap wizard rip off, but they knew there was more to this figure then his gimmick! A mic then dropped down from inside his coat sleeve and into his hand! He lifted it up to his mouth to speak, the talking and laughing from the non-believers quieting.
"I'll start off by telling all you people here tonight that I am The Prophet, and my name is Rathmor! As The Prophet, I am here to tell you what the Prophecy says, what it want's me to speak, and tell all you people!"
Rathmor said while pointing at them. They only began to laugh.
"You people laugh but I speak the truth! You can laugh all you want! Laugh at my clothes, laugh at what I believe in, but you non-believers, you just wait! You non-believers shall be shunned! However, for those of you out there, those of you who do believe in my words I want you to listen carefully. I will now speak the Prophecy!"
Through all the laughter from the 'non-believers' could be heard cheering from people who were actually liking this guy! He may have been weird or different, but these people were believers and would believe whatever Rathmor said! Talk about true followers! There will be new merchandise next show!
"The Prophecy as been told! Listen up people! Tonight, even more specifically, only a few minutes from now someone will come down to this ring and challenge me to a match! They will hate me, they will hate what I stand for, they will hate what each of you believers, believe in!"
The believers began to boo, and so did the 'non-believers', not wanting to be left out, since cheering would seem pointless not knowing who the mystery guy is.
"However, you believers have no need to worry! I will use my mystical ways, my powers, and all my energy to defeat this foe. The Prophecy also says this foe will not be an easy one, though. He will be tough and will require me to use all I got! And so I shall! So whoever back there is wondering if they should come down here, or wants to come down, do so now! We are all expecting you to make your appearance! Do not keep these faithful believers waiting!"
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Posted: Thu Jul 15, 2010 1:36 am
"... Ahhhhh..."
The lights shut off in the arena as a synthesizer, mixed in with an eerie orchestra, began to play through-out the arena... Then abruptly, the sound of vigorous drums and loud guitar riffs washed over the arena, as 'The Sacrilegious Scorn' by Dimmu Borgir took over.
Have I not -
Been too long in your shadows of invention and creation?
As I rightfully behold the flesh,
Fear of the conscious mind will have you facing away!
A tall man walked out from behind the curtain, his body covered in white paint and black tribal markings painted over it. His long, black hair draped down his back and across his shoulders, shining in the now dark-blue light.
My word and world holds ground and is real!
Your world is like floods of poisoned water!
A language spoken...
With spit...
From different tongues...
The tall man began his descent down the ramp, his black eyes not leaving the blue skinned... Thing in the ring.
It all seems like an eternity!
This battle between us two!
"Good and evil"...
ME AND YOU!
Time has come to step up!
And take back what you TOOK FROM ME!
Once reaching the bottom of the ramp, the man walked over to the ring steps and walked up them, slowly making his way up. Reaching the top of the stairs, he walked across the apron and climbed into the ring.
I protect every man guilty of sin...
The ultimate sin being me!
THE VAPOR OF THE PLAGUE!
That infested my mind, BODY AND SOUL!
Obscured my view from wisdom,
The mist that had me wonder in resentment cleared...
AND TROUBLES ME NO MORE!
The man reached down and grabbed a microphone off the ground, and walked to the middle of the ring. The lights brightened and the music faded as the man stood in front of Rathmor, glaring into his eyes. He brought the microphone up to his mouth, his deep, darkened voice echoing across the arena.
"... What kind of joke is this? Some blue-skinned freak coming out, claiming to be a Prophet?... Proclaiming that he has some kind of magical power?... Magic... Prophecies... The only prophecy that is going to be coming true tonight, is me leaving you in a bloodied heap on the ground. And the only magic happening?... Is you disappearing after this night."
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Posted: Thu Jul 15, 2010 1:56 am
And so it was true! A man, a rather strange one, came out to the arena! However, Rathmor had no place to be calling someone else strange, as he was strange to others. He watched this man come down the ramp and into the ring. The horrible sounding music finally faded and the man had began to talk. He thought Rathmor was a joke? That he was a fake? No, this man didn't think, he announced it to everyone! This made Rathmor rather mad, but he knew the Prophecy would not like that, he knew the Prophecy would expect him to keep his cool, and handle this properly. This man wanted a joke, a magic trick? He was going to get one! Rathmor pointed his staff at this man.
"You do not take me seriously, you do not like me. You and I believe it very separate things, my things you do not like. The Prophecy has spoken people, and it was true! Do you all believe me now?"
He said pointed the staff out at the crowed. He then turned his attention back to the guy.
"Now, back to my problem at hand. I would like to inform you I do have magical power, which is different from the magic tricks you speak of. Disappearing is merely a magical trick, something little boys and girls can only dream to perfect. You want to see tricks, sir? I will show you one!"
Rathmor slipped his Sorcerer's book into his coat pocket and pulled out a small bottle that had purple mist as it's contents. He then pulled out another with red mist inside of it.
"Here's how this little trick works. I've got two bottles here with different coloured mists. One of them is poison gas, the other is simply a scent of strawberries. The trick is not to pick the wrong one. Will you choose the red one because it's the colour of strawberries and because purple is the colour of poison? Or will you thinking that this is my trick to fool you and you will pick the purple mist bottle? It's your choice! If you decide you do not want to play now, that will only prove to everyone that you are a coward! That you are a nobody! That you don't deserve to be out here right now! Choose wisely! And perhaps tell me your name while you decide?"
Rathmor held out the two bottles in his hand towards the man with no name.
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Posted: Thu Jul 15, 2010 2:04 am
The man let out a guttural growl, his face shaping with anger.
"Do I look like a man who is here to play tricks? Do I seem like the type of man you would want to piss off? Because if so, you're doing a great job of it, you Lord of The Rings worshiping fanboy!... I am not a coward. I am not a fool, either. I do not play little magical games. I came to do to one thing, and one thing only... And that's shut your a** up, before you make this place more of a laughing stock than it already is."
The man paused, just for a moment... His eyes glared into Rathmor's, as if he was looking to penetrate his soul.
"And as for my name... It does not concern you."
With that, the man went to smack the purple bottle out of Rathmor's hand... That being his choice, apparently, if he did go with the trick game.
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Posted: Thu Jul 15, 2010 2:28 am
Rathmor listened and watched as this man who decided to keep his name a secret, knocked the bottle with the purple missed out of his hand, and onto the mat. He looked back at the man.
"Whether you chose by looks or chose with your mind, you chose right. You play games well, sir. But how well do you handle real magic?"
Just then, Rathmor slammed the red mist bottle onto the mat, causing it to break open, red strawberry scented mist blocking each others views from seeing each other. Was the mist would clear, Rathmor would be seen bent down on one knee, his big bottle of blue mist off his back and beside him. He had his staff laying beside him, one hand on the plug of the bottle, and one holding the mic. Rathmor smiled, it was time to use the bottle. However, not even Rathmor knew what contents he would grab from the bottles. It would only be determined by feeling it.
"Now, are you ready to play grown up magic tricks? No, this is beyond grown up magic tricks, this is real magic! This is what you people never thought was possible, what you people only dreamed of! But I'm here to show you, and explain to you my bottle! It's contents contains mystery mist! That's what it is called! Once I pull the plug off the hole of the bottle, only a hand full of mist will come out, no more, no less. What that mist does or contains, will and can only be determined by the feel of it. So right now I don't even know what I'll get from it, but only I will know soon. Don't believe me? I'll also tell you it'll be something that pisses you off, sir! Still don't believe me? Try me!"
Rathmor was now REALLY sounding like a fool in his fantasy world, his non-believers laughing and his believers writing this s**t down!
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Posted: Thu Jul 15, 2010 2:35 am
The man looked to one side of the arena, and then to the other. He found it almost disgusting that anyone was even believing this!
"I'm going to tell you again, you D&D addict, get your fake magic s**t out of this ring... And face your 'prophecy', like a real man. Either that, or get back to your basement, where you belong."
The man let out a low growl and stared down at Rathmor. The man was serious, he was about to kick this so called 'Prophet's' a**.
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Posted: Thu Jul 15, 2010 2:44 am
Rathmor popped the plug off of the bottle, and as stated, a handful of blue mist came out from the bottle! Rathmor quickly closed his hand over it and put the plug back in. He stood up and walked closer to the man with no name. Rathmor extended out his hand, and opened it. Oddly enough, the mist was leaving his hand into the air.
"Ahh, it seems we have something quite interesting here. As a matter of fact, I'm going to give you the upper hand, since you will need it, and give you the mist. Take it, put it in your mouth. I'm sure by then, you will know what to do with it! Or perhaps, your soul is to corrupt, maybe you do not know what I'm even doing, after explaining it into a loud mic. Try though! Here!"
Rathmor knew he would not take it, but he would still try, just to anger him even more! Rathmor would have to watch it, though. Perhaps this man had a limit to how much he could be angered before he would and could unleash hell.
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Posted: Thu Jul 15, 2010 12:38 pm
The man let out another guttural growl, but this time, it was almost twice as loud! The man was done playing these little games, and he wasn't afraid to show it.
"... Why don't you?"
With that, the man attempted to grab Rahtmor's hand and harshly force it towards Rathmor's face!
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Posted: Mon Jul 19, 2010 10:14 pm
Rathmor's hand was forced into his face, where he then opened his hand quickly, and put the blue mist into his mouth! Rathmor quickly pulled his hand away from the no named man and turned to his side while holding his face, acting like he was hurt. However, it didn't take long before Rathmor turned back around and attempted to spit the blue mist into the no named man's face! The mist had gone from air like to liquid like mist! There was also a catch to this blue mist, as it was not like the normal red and green mist the freaks of wrestling usually spit in others faces. If this mist got into someones eyes, it would make them feel like they were burning for minutes to hours, depending how much was used!
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Posted: Wed Jul 21, 2010 4:03 pm
The mist hit the man in the face, barely hitting him in his left eye. He grabbed his face and turned away from Rathmor, leaning against the ropes for support.
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Posted: Thu Jul 22, 2010 12:20 am
As soon as Rathmor saw the man go near the ropes, he saw opportunity. Taking this opportunity, Rathmor went over to the man, and attempted to kick his legs out from under him so he'd be hung on the middle rope(619). If successful, Rathmor would kick the middle rope up into his neck which would be followed by a stiff kick to his face, to complete his signature Wizards Game.
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Posted: Sun Jul 25, 2010 6:09 pm
The man was brought down to the ropes and hit with the Wizard's Game, sending him backwards onto the mat!
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Posted: Mon Jul 26, 2010 10:48 am
Rathmor then quickly raced towards the corner nearby and began to climb it. Quickly getting onto the top turnbuckle and balancing himself, he began to set up for his finisher, Sorcerer's Rage(top rope double stomp)! Rathmor took flight, jumping off the top turnbuckle and aiming to land both his feet on the man with no name's gut!
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Posted: Sun Aug 01, 2010 12:47 am
And the Sorcerer's Rage connected as the air was sent shooting out of the man's lungs!
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