Post by Destroyer Unleased on May 25, 2007 4:40:38 GMT -5
"What is madness? Is it the unstoppable unraveling of the mind as one tries to keep up the facade of normalcy? Is it the inexhaustible reality that life is full of disappointments? Or is it continually repeating the same thing again and again expecting the results to be different?"
Thor looks up with slightly haunted eyes. His black eyes hold a glint of madness and insanity. His raven black mid back length hair had a windblown appearance to it. Thor's black cloak was a wrinkled as if they had been slept in. He had a grimace on his face as he holds up a clenching and unclenching ivory white skinned right fist. the gold and silver twined ring twinkled in the faint red light.
Silence echoes around him as his surrounding are revealed. Thor is sitting on black chair in a black hexagonal room. The room itself was bare of any adornment other then the chair in which Thor was sitting in. The room itself was only lit by a red light from the ceiling.
The light in the room cast a red glow on Thor's skin and is white curved horns. The walls of the room where covered with mosaics of shattered glass depicting scenes of battles and warfare. There were knights and demons fighting in the fires of Hell. Vampires and werewolves locked the eternal battle under the moonlight. Wizards casting spells at fire breathing dragons. The walls were coated in six inches of clear protective covering. The glass and the clearing coating reflected the pictures giving the walls an almost pulsating glow.
This was where Thor came to when the pressure became to much for him to handle. This was his sanctuary. This is where he came to think of home. That was his one flaw he might be powerful when it came to his magical powers and his elemental control, yet he had always had been mentally unstable.
Looking back on it now that had always been the case. He knew he was cracked but was that a sign of madness? Was it a sign of genetics? Or maybe a result of his experiences? In all likelihood it was a combination of all those things.
"Are the sane truly sane? Or simply the ones who live in denial about themselves? I have come to realize that all people are mentally unstable. You have to be to survive the world. And to be sure there are some that are crazier then others but in the end it is a reflection their ability to cope with life. Some of us crack from the pressure. It is how you cope with the fracturing of your reality that marks your true inner strength. I have cracked before multiple times and each time a fissure was left behind. A gap the makes the next episode of instability that makes it that much easier to crack the next time the pressure gets to be too much to handle. Does this make me a madman? By definition what is a madman? I am afraid only the truly sane can answer those questions."
Thor falls silent as he starts to laugh in amusement. Suddenly the pressure on his mind was less. His eyes close as he breaths in and out slowly calmly. He opens his eyes the hint of madness gone form his eyes as he smirks faintly. He had to focus on the present and the things that he had to do.
He had another major match at this Highway to Hell. It was a four way tag team match. Four team would walk into the ring and battle it out for a shot at becoming known as the best tag team in XVI. Of those team The Unholy Legion had beaten two and the third looked to be at odds with each other. Yet he knew he could not count any of his opponents. Things where known to back fire when one got too cocky.
Sure the Unholy Legion WAS the best XVI tag team but it never hurt to be prepared for the unexpected. How well Thor knew the effects of unexpected events interfering with his matches. He lost two title matches to things that he hadn't planned for. Thor smirks softly and chuckles as he thinks about his upcoming match.
"On Sunday XVI holds its fourth ever PPV Highway to Hell. Shadow and I face three other teams in a four way tag match. Now we hold a victory over the Meds and the UnNaturals. Jake and Jordan we have yet to face. Both Prozac and Ritalin are both former champions. The last match we had with them was interesting to say the least. Though it was unsurprising that shadow and I picked up the win. The UnNaturals proved to be all talk and little skill. Hell I was only getting warmed up with I got the pin against them last week."
He pauses a moment and closes he eyes as he takes a deep breath. His mind was starting to get starting to break again. And it seemed that each time he broke apart he had memories of the past. He blinks and sighs in frustration as he slowly shakes his head to clear his mind again so he can focus on the matter at hand.
"Now Jake man you are the NextGen Champion. The last few weeks you have changed man. Everyone can see you have become instable. Last week just topped it man. A talking pizza box? Sounds like a major LSD trip to me. But to add to the madness was the fact it was a FEMALE identity. Are you that desperate for female companionship that you need to project it on inanimate objects? Not my problem really. It looks like you are shunning you friend and tag team partner Jordan. Again not my problem but something that is easily see able."
Thor takes a deep breath and he stands up. He starts to pace around the room stopping before each picture to look at it a moment as he gathers his thoughts. He could feel the cracks of his sanity or rather insanity slowly widening form the pressure of the regrets of his past.
"Jordan Glass you and I have a past here in XVI and really I hope there is a time we can face off one on one to settle any quarrels we have. Scars are nothing new to me man. No psychical scars are not the only type of scars there are You are probably the only one here that can understand that the scars of the mind are even more impacting then the one of the flesh. You can change your looks but you mind is something that is harder to fix. I know you understand that."
Moves to sit back down as he takes a breath. The glint of madness was there barely visible at the edges of his eyes. Thor runs his left hand through his hair as he blinks slowly.
"No this match at Highway to Hell is much more then a match about the egos of the individual competitors. No it a chance to show who has the best team work. Who has the best coordination. It is about who has the best tat team. The Unholy Legion will prove why we are the best XVI tag team around."
Suddenly he leans forward and places his head in his hands as he start to laugh. It was the laugh of a man who had went of the edge. The laugh of a madman. He had fallen into one of the crack in his mind. One of his many mental scars. In the end it seems all of his mental scars led to the same place.
It all led back to her. All the pain and scarring come back to her. Was it madness to still remember her after all these years? Was it insanity to still Love her? There was an undeniable draw to her that brought her to his thoughts most of the time.
He slides off of the chair and then to his knees as a poem he had written years ago comes to the surface of his mind.
"Just a shadow of what I once was
A memory of what I used to be
No longer whole just half of
Who I had become.
I am shadow hiding in plain sight
Unknown and ignored by most
Unseen my presence nothing more
Than a passing chill.
Barely missed by those who
I once knew in the days I was
Whole and complete, more than
Just a shadow of my former self.
I am only part of what I once was
What is left is barely even noticed
Seen by few and acknowledged by less
Only one has the key to bring me back
From the shadow life I have sunk into.
A barely felt chill, the faintest whisper
On the wind, the shadow seen out of the
Corner of your eye, the invisible soul out in
Open plainly seen by all acknowledged by few
Accepted by very few, friend to none.
Not the existence I wanted for myself
All my mistakes have taken their toll on me
Slowly eating away at my soul until
Only the faintest shadow remains of
my former self, the man I used to be."
He was cracking up and he knew it. But he could use this madness fuel his quest for completeness. He quest to find a fill the void. So far wrestling had given him that. So he would continue to wrestle and try to expunge his pain by inflicting it on others. It had become his road to salvation. HIS path to proving he wasn't a failure. He had to win to mend in mental stability.
"We are all mad we are all insane. We have to be to cope with the pain of living."
Slowly stands up and moves out of walks out of the room. The door was one of the mosaics and it swung closed with a click. The reddish tinted room was now empty but for the black chair in the room's center.
Thor looks up with slightly haunted eyes. His black eyes hold a glint of madness and insanity. His raven black mid back length hair had a windblown appearance to it. Thor's black cloak was a wrinkled as if they had been slept in. He had a grimace on his face as he holds up a clenching and unclenching ivory white skinned right fist. the gold and silver twined ring twinkled in the faint red light.
Silence echoes around him as his surrounding are revealed. Thor is sitting on black chair in a black hexagonal room. The room itself was bare of any adornment other then the chair in which Thor was sitting in. The room itself was only lit by a red light from the ceiling.
The light in the room cast a red glow on Thor's skin and is white curved horns. The walls of the room where covered with mosaics of shattered glass depicting scenes of battles and warfare. There were knights and demons fighting in the fires of Hell. Vampires and werewolves locked the eternal battle under the moonlight. Wizards casting spells at fire breathing dragons. The walls were coated in six inches of clear protective covering. The glass and the clearing coating reflected the pictures giving the walls an almost pulsating glow.
This was where Thor came to when the pressure became to much for him to handle. This was his sanctuary. This is where he came to think of home. That was his one flaw he might be powerful when it came to his magical powers and his elemental control, yet he had always had been mentally unstable.
Looking back on it now that had always been the case. He knew he was cracked but was that a sign of madness? Was it a sign of genetics? Or maybe a result of his experiences? In all likelihood it was a combination of all those things.
"Are the sane truly sane? Or simply the ones who live in denial about themselves? I have come to realize that all people are mentally unstable. You have to be to survive the world. And to be sure there are some that are crazier then others but in the end it is a reflection their ability to cope with life. Some of us crack from the pressure. It is how you cope with the fracturing of your reality that marks your true inner strength. I have cracked before multiple times and each time a fissure was left behind. A gap the makes the next episode of instability that makes it that much easier to crack the next time the pressure gets to be too much to handle. Does this make me a madman? By definition what is a madman? I am afraid only the truly sane can answer those questions."
Thor falls silent as he starts to laugh in amusement. Suddenly the pressure on his mind was less. His eyes close as he breaths in and out slowly calmly. He opens his eyes the hint of madness gone form his eyes as he smirks faintly. He had to focus on the present and the things that he had to do.
He had another major match at this Highway to Hell. It was a four way tag team match. Four team would walk into the ring and battle it out for a shot at becoming known as the best tag team in XVI. Of those team The Unholy Legion had beaten two and the third looked to be at odds with each other. Yet he knew he could not count any of his opponents. Things where known to back fire when one got too cocky.
Sure the Unholy Legion WAS the best XVI tag team but it never hurt to be prepared for the unexpected. How well Thor knew the effects of unexpected events interfering with his matches. He lost two title matches to things that he hadn't planned for. Thor smirks softly and chuckles as he thinks about his upcoming match.
"On Sunday XVI holds its fourth ever PPV Highway to Hell. Shadow and I face three other teams in a four way tag match. Now we hold a victory over the Meds and the UnNaturals. Jake and Jordan we have yet to face. Both Prozac and Ritalin are both former champions. The last match we had with them was interesting to say the least. Though it was unsurprising that shadow and I picked up the win. The UnNaturals proved to be all talk and little skill. Hell I was only getting warmed up with I got the pin against them last week."
He pauses a moment and closes he eyes as he takes a deep breath. His mind was starting to get starting to break again. And it seemed that each time he broke apart he had memories of the past. He blinks and sighs in frustration as he slowly shakes his head to clear his mind again so he can focus on the matter at hand.
"Now Jake man you are the NextGen Champion. The last few weeks you have changed man. Everyone can see you have become instable. Last week just topped it man. A talking pizza box? Sounds like a major LSD trip to me. But to add to the madness was the fact it was a FEMALE identity. Are you that desperate for female companionship that you need to project it on inanimate objects? Not my problem really. It looks like you are shunning you friend and tag team partner Jordan. Again not my problem but something that is easily see able."
Thor takes a deep breath and he stands up. He starts to pace around the room stopping before each picture to look at it a moment as he gathers his thoughts. He could feel the cracks of his sanity or rather insanity slowly widening form the pressure of the regrets of his past.
"Jordan Glass you and I have a past here in XVI and really I hope there is a time we can face off one on one to settle any quarrels we have. Scars are nothing new to me man. No psychical scars are not the only type of scars there are You are probably the only one here that can understand that the scars of the mind are even more impacting then the one of the flesh. You can change your looks but you mind is something that is harder to fix. I know you understand that."
Moves to sit back down as he takes a breath. The glint of madness was there barely visible at the edges of his eyes. Thor runs his left hand through his hair as he blinks slowly.
"No this match at Highway to Hell is much more then a match about the egos of the individual competitors. No it a chance to show who has the best team work. Who has the best coordination. It is about who has the best tat team. The Unholy Legion will prove why we are the best XVI tag team around."
Suddenly he leans forward and places his head in his hands as he start to laugh. It was the laugh of a man who had went of the edge. The laugh of a madman. He had fallen into one of the crack in his mind. One of his many mental scars. In the end it seems all of his mental scars led to the same place.
It all led back to her. All the pain and scarring come back to her. Was it madness to still remember her after all these years? Was it insanity to still Love her? There was an undeniable draw to her that brought her to his thoughts most of the time.
He slides off of the chair and then to his knees as a poem he had written years ago comes to the surface of his mind.
"Just a shadow of what I once was
A memory of what I used to be
No longer whole just half of
Who I had become.
I am shadow hiding in plain sight
Unknown and ignored by most
Unseen my presence nothing more
Than a passing chill.
Barely missed by those who
I once knew in the days I was
Whole and complete, more than
Just a shadow of my former self.
I am only part of what I once was
What is left is barely even noticed
Seen by few and acknowledged by less
Only one has the key to bring me back
From the shadow life I have sunk into.
A barely felt chill, the faintest whisper
On the wind, the shadow seen out of the
Corner of your eye, the invisible soul out in
Open plainly seen by all acknowledged by few
Accepted by very few, friend to none.
Not the existence I wanted for myself
All my mistakes have taken their toll on me
Slowly eating away at my soul until
Only the faintest shadow remains of
my former self, the man I used to be."
He was cracking up and he knew it. But he could use this madness fuel his quest for completeness. He quest to find a fill the void. So far wrestling had given him that. So he would continue to wrestle and try to expunge his pain by inflicting it on others. It had become his road to salvation. HIS path to proving he wasn't a failure. He had to win to mend in mental stability.
"We are all mad we are all insane. We have to be to cope with the pain of living."
Slowly stands up and moves out of walks out of the room. The door was one of the mosaics and it swung closed with a click. The reddish tinted room was now empty but for the black chair in the room's center.
