Post by EmbodimentOfFear on Jan 24, 2012 8:05:45 GMT -5
January 24
The players are set. I now know all seven that present themselves as my obstacles on my journey back to the World Heavyweight Championship. At Infinity, eight will be challenged. One shall stand, the rest shall fall.
It is time to climb the ladder of my divine ascent.
Your screen is full of static, but it fades into a scene of a poorly lit room, a flickering candle providing the only light. A figure faces the camera, seated backwards on a chair, leaning forward on the back of the chair with its head tilted down.
"It begins with anger."
Phrixus slowly raises his head to look directly at the camera.
"Synergy ended with the image of the Red-Eyed Warrior standing triumphant in the ring. A more appropriate nickname may never have been given. This is a person who is the very epitomie of the idea of seeing red."
Phrixus stands and slowly walks around to the side of the chair facing the camera, keeping one hand on it all the way. He pauses when he gets there.
"I have heard the echoes through the hall as he punishes infrastructure of the building to satiate his frustrations regarding his own shortcomings. I have seen the rage that builds in the heart of the man who sees himself as a bully, as a living poison within UGWC. Amon. I am not impressed."
Phrixus continues his walk back to where he began.
"In my career, I have learned the importance of patience. It is very strange that the years teach us patience, isn't it? The shorter our time, the greater our capacity for waiting. If I have ever made any valuable discoveries, it has been owing more to patient attention than to any other talent."[/i]
Phrixus sits back down in his original position.
"The last to stand a week ago, perhaps the first to fall the week coming. Amon. I do oppose my patience to his fury, and am armed to suffer with a quietness of spirit, the very tyranny and rage of his...and he will fear me."
Phrixus lowered his head as the image fades out, and returns to static.
January 26
This tournament has opened it's arms to the recent infusion of bodies that this new year has brought. Perhaps none are more intriguing than the freshest of the bunch, the one called James Carson.
My limited observation of Carson suggests an methodical approach, the likes of which I can appreciate. I wonder if he even holds aspirations of actually winning this tournament. More likely, he wants nothing more than to leave his mark. He strikes me as a man consumed with the desire to deprive other men of theirs.
For all my personal darkness, I still see myself as a kind person. How could I not? At Horizons, I gave Alan perhaps the greatest gift that I person could give. I set him free. Some take. I give.
Leviathan will fall.
January 27
I have heard the cheers that follow Alex Kiseragi wherever he goes. Like so many, they disappoint me. Some would wonder why, I'm sure. After all, he is not a common whore, not a serial rapist. What he is, however, is a victim of his own over-indulgence.
Kiseragi obsesses with his work and his goals, and it has cost him. Fame and success has a price. He thrust himself into his training gym, yet where are his students that carry the flag of his successes? All of has to show of all his hours of work is betrayal and disappointment. He compromised his own principles in his pursuit of Hastings this past year.
His obsessions have led to him withholding from his loved one that which they have needed most. His attention. He consumes his own time to the point of waste, and it has cost him his family, burned bridges that may never be repaired.
I have always known of the value of moderation. It allows me to have the patience that has brought me to where I am today. I can wait for my spot, wait for my time, and cover my other bases while I do it.
Such an approach is lost on Beelzebub.
Phrixus calmly cut his steak, illuminated by the dull lights of the restaurant. He took a bite and savored the luscious flavor of the meat before he addressed the woman that approached from behind.
"You're late."
"How do you do that?"
Phrixus smirked as Arcadia took her seat across from him.
"What made you so sure I'd even show up?"
"Asmodeus."
"What?"
"You know," began Fear as a plate of pasta carbonara was presented to Firestar, "I had a bit of personal disappointment when it came to pass that Montgomery was to be replaced in the Challenge. After all, the world must be shown the fault in throwing their support behind such a whore."
"You even ordered for me?"
"Focus, my dear. Now, imagine my delight when I realized that Montgomery's absence and need to be replaced paved the way for the entrance of John Russo into this challenge. You remember him, of course, yes?"
Arcadia just stared back at him.
"Of course you do. Who could forget that wonderful moment when you threw yourself at him after he won the Lord of the Ring tournament?"
"You and I were over long before that happened."
"I must not have been paying attention just now, I missed the part when I said you did anything wrong."
Arcadia lowered her fork and glared at him.
"My point, Arcadia, is that Russo has always been more concerned with his own sexual endeavors than he was his in-ring accomplishments. His achievement that night wasn't winning the Lord of the Ring tournament, fitting considering he didn't do much with it. No, he was happiest about having you. There is an extent to which I can appreciate that, but he has had a similar attitude towards his more recent conquest. He even had his marriage to Ms. Steel take place on a Pay-Per-View event in leiu of having a match. Perhaps we should appreciate that he isn't going on a second honeymoon during Infinity."
"Is this really what you asked me here for?"
"My dear, what else could I possibly have wanted?"
"I thought...I thought you wanted to talk more about what happened with Alan."
"No, you didn't. In which case I must apologize, as I can be chaste when there are more immediate priorities."
Phrixus stood and tossed his napkin on the table.
"Take your time, love. The check is paid."
And he walked away, leaving her staring at her food.
January 28
There was a time when I thought of Donovan Hastings a little more than a simple person consumed by jealousy. This was before much of his personal successes. It was that label that drove a wedge between us, years ago. He never was able to see the bigger picture. Pity.
Time has changed him. Whereas the past found him jealous of the success of others, his own success leaves him insatiable, and he is driven by covetousness and excess. Time and again I have watched him bend reality to his will, as he craves the attention and spotlight that he feels is his right. He still refers to the World Heavyweight Championship as though it were his personal property, but more than a year has passed since it were truth. "Lord" Hastings looks at the world, and a single word echoes through his mind.
Mine.
This is where we differ most, the two of us. I am a person of charity, giving the gift of terror to a world that so sorely needs it. Some take. They horde. I give, and keep on giving.
Fall, Mammon.
"Grey Coppi here, with another thrilling webisode of Makin' Copies! We are thrilled, let me tell you, thrilled, to be joined by none other than the Embodiment of Fear himself, Phrixus Deimos! Fear, thanks for being here with us, I have to say I'm surprised given your history of not wanting to participate in interviews."
"I didn't realize you wanted me to leave."
"No, I'm sorry. We're happy to have you, just a few short days before Infinity. You're one of eight men competing in the Global Challenge, and the winner will become the World Heavyweight Champion. You've won similar events before, you were the 2003 LWF Lord of the Ring, does that give you an edge going into Infinity?"
"It is a foolish idea, the thought that a day eight years in the past can influence the present. Yes, my experience is an asset. Yet it is my diligence that gives me strength in the present. UGWC is a dark, dark place, filled with the black, whether Somers has painted it or not. I am not a person that needs accolades, but UGWC is a place that needs me as its champion."
"We need you as champion?"
"For too long have we championed the virtueless. For nearly a year we all watched as the pace was set by a monster that under different circumstances would haunt your dreams. We must blaze a new path, and only I am fit to tread it."
"Oh, only you?"
"Would you entrust such a task to Belphegor?"
"Pardon?"
"Look at the alternative options. One of the chosen entrants in this tournament is Red Fusion, who indeed once upon a time was a promising young talent. When the LWF purchased an assimilated a rival organization, UWF, he was their hot rising star. He squandered the opportunities that came with it. Then he represented the once proud LWF as its champion here in UGWC, and the disappointment that he became cast a shadow on an entire legacy. He struggles with consistency, and it is due to a deep-seeded lack of passion, an unflinching an apathetic listlessness, depressed and without joy. He was content to allow himself to be rescued two weeks ago by two people that nobody had ever heard of, and to be simply handed a spot in this tournament that was earned only by being in the right place at the right time, and being taken advantage of by another. He is unfit. As are they all."
"Thank you, Fear, for your time, and good luck at Infinity."
January 29
One by one, they all shall fall.
Amon. Leviathan. Beelzebub. Asmodeus. Mammon. Belphegor. And, finally, Lucifer.
There are those that approach a new setting and the unknown with caution. They don't know what to expect, and they know it. These are the wise. Then there is the tale of Remi Monroe.
Few and far between will you find a person who thinks so much of himself, based upon so little. He believed that rescuing Red Fusion from the clutches of the vicious Ezekiel Pax would somehow ingratiate himself with the fans. It makes you wonder if he has watched a minute of UGWC programming prior to his own debut.
I watched his interview last week with Malone. So certain was he that he would be the name on every person's lips, but too long do I sense that this Cajun admires himself in the mirror. Deeply pleased with himself, to be certain. They say it's not cocky if you can back it up. We shall see.
At Infinity, I do only what I must, because it is necessary. The unworthy shall fall.
One by one, I climb the ladder of divine ascent.
And let begin a new era of Fear.
The players are set. I now know all seven that present themselves as my obstacles on my journey back to the World Heavyweight Championship. At Infinity, eight will be challenged. One shall stand, the rest shall fall.
It is time to climb the ladder of my divine ascent.
~Ira~
Your screen is full of static, but it fades into a scene of a poorly lit room, a flickering candle providing the only light. A figure faces the camera, seated backwards on a chair, leaning forward on the back of the chair with its head tilted down.
"It begins with anger."
Phrixus slowly raises his head to look directly at the camera.
"Synergy ended with the image of the Red-Eyed Warrior standing triumphant in the ring. A more appropriate nickname may never have been given. This is a person who is the very epitomie of the idea of seeing red."
Phrixus stands and slowly walks around to the side of the chair facing the camera, keeping one hand on it all the way. He pauses when he gets there.
"I have heard the echoes through the hall as he punishes infrastructure of the building to satiate his frustrations regarding his own shortcomings. I have seen the rage that builds in the heart of the man who sees himself as a bully, as a living poison within UGWC. Amon. I am not impressed."
Phrixus continues his walk back to where he began.
"In my career, I have learned the importance of patience. It is very strange that the years teach us patience, isn't it? The shorter our time, the greater our capacity for waiting. If I have ever made any valuable discoveries, it has been owing more to patient attention than to any other talent."[/i]
Phrixus sits back down in his original position.
"The last to stand a week ago, perhaps the first to fall the week coming. Amon. I do oppose my patience to his fury, and am armed to suffer with a quietness of spirit, the very tyranny and rage of his...and he will fear me."
Phrixus lowered his head as the image fades out, and returns to static.
~Invidia~
January 26
This tournament has opened it's arms to the recent infusion of bodies that this new year has brought. Perhaps none are more intriguing than the freshest of the bunch, the one called James Carson.
My limited observation of Carson suggests an methodical approach, the likes of which I can appreciate. I wonder if he even holds aspirations of actually winning this tournament. More likely, he wants nothing more than to leave his mark. He strikes me as a man consumed with the desire to deprive other men of theirs.
For all my personal darkness, I still see myself as a kind person. How could I not? At Horizons, I gave Alan perhaps the greatest gift that I person could give. I set him free. Some take. I give.
Leviathan will fall.
~Gula~
January 27
I have heard the cheers that follow Alex Kiseragi wherever he goes. Like so many, they disappoint me. Some would wonder why, I'm sure. After all, he is not a common whore, not a serial rapist. What he is, however, is a victim of his own over-indulgence.
Kiseragi obsesses with his work and his goals, and it has cost him. Fame and success has a price. He thrust himself into his training gym, yet where are his students that carry the flag of his successes? All of has to show of all his hours of work is betrayal and disappointment. He compromised his own principles in his pursuit of Hastings this past year.
His obsessions have led to him withholding from his loved one that which they have needed most. His attention. He consumes his own time to the point of waste, and it has cost him his family, burned bridges that may never be repaired.
I have always known of the value of moderation. It allows me to have the patience that has brought me to where I am today. I can wait for my spot, wait for my time, and cover my other bases while I do it.
Such an approach is lost on Beelzebub.
~Luxuria~
Phrixus calmly cut his steak, illuminated by the dull lights of the restaurant. He took a bite and savored the luscious flavor of the meat before he addressed the woman that approached from behind.
"You're late."
"How do you do that?"
Phrixus smirked as Arcadia took her seat across from him.
"What made you so sure I'd even show up?"
"Asmodeus."
"What?"
"You know," began Fear as a plate of pasta carbonara was presented to Firestar, "I had a bit of personal disappointment when it came to pass that Montgomery was to be replaced in the Challenge. After all, the world must be shown the fault in throwing their support behind such a whore."
"You even ordered for me?"
"Focus, my dear. Now, imagine my delight when I realized that Montgomery's absence and need to be replaced paved the way for the entrance of John Russo into this challenge. You remember him, of course, yes?"
Arcadia just stared back at him.
"Of course you do. Who could forget that wonderful moment when you threw yourself at him after he won the Lord of the Ring tournament?"
"You and I were over long before that happened."
"I must not have been paying attention just now, I missed the part when I said you did anything wrong."
Arcadia lowered her fork and glared at him.
"My point, Arcadia, is that Russo has always been more concerned with his own sexual endeavors than he was his in-ring accomplishments. His achievement that night wasn't winning the Lord of the Ring tournament, fitting considering he didn't do much with it. No, he was happiest about having you. There is an extent to which I can appreciate that, but he has had a similar attitude towards his more recent conquest. He even had his marriage to Ms. Steel take place on a Pay-Per-View event in leiu of having a match. Perhaps we should appreciate that he isn't going on a second honeymoon during Infinity."
"Is this really what you asked me here for?"
"My dear, what else could I possibly have wanted?"
"I thought...I thought you wanted to talk more about what happened with Alan."
"No, you didn't. In which case I must apologize, as I can be chaste when there are more immediate priorities."
Phrixus stood and tossed his napkin on the table.
"Take your time, love. The check is paid."
And he walked away, leaving her staring at her food.
~Avaritia~
January 28
There was a time when I thought of Donovan Hastings a little more than a simple person consumed by jealousy. This was before much of his personal successes. It was that label that drove a wedge between us, years ago. He never was able to see the bigger picture. Pity.
Time has changed him. Whereas the past found him jealous of the success of others, his own success leaves him insatiable, and he is driven by covetousness and excess. Time and again I have watched him bend reality to his will, as he craves the attention and spotlight that he feels is his right. He still refers to the World Heavyweight Championship as though it were his personal property, but more than a year has passed since it were truth. "Lord" Hastings looks at the world, and a single word echoes through his mind.
Mine.
This is where we differ most, the two of us. I am a person of charity, giving the gift of terror to a world that so sorely needs it. Some take. They horde. I give, and keep on giving.
Fall, Mammon.
~Acedia~
"Grey Coppi here, with another thrilling webisode of Makin' Copies! We are thrilled, let me tell you, thrilled, to be joined by none other than the Embodiment of Fear himself, Phrixus Deimos! Fear, thanks for being here with us, I have to say I'm surprised given your history of not wanting to participate in interviews."
"I didn't realize you wanted me to leave."
"No, I'm sorry. We're happy to have you, just a few short days before Infinity. You're one of eight men competing in the Global Challenge, and the winner will become the World Heavyweight Champion. You've won similar events before, you were the 2003 LWF Lord of the Ring, does that give you an edge going into Infinity?"
"It is a foolish idea, the thought that a day eight years in the past can influence the present. Yes, my experience is an asset. Yet it is my diligence that gives me strength in the present. UGWC is a dark, dark place, filled with the black, whether Somers has painted it or not. I am not a person that needs accolades, but UGWC is a place that needs me as its champion."
"We need you as champion?"
"For too long have we championed the virtueless. For nearly a year we all watched as the pace was set by a monster that under different circumstances would haunt your dreams. We must blaze a new path, and only I am fit to tread it."
"Oh, only you?"
"Would you entrust such a task to Belphegor?"
"Pardon?"
"Look at the alternative options. One of the chosen entrants in this tournament is Red Fusion, who indeed once upon a time was a promising young talent. When the LWF purchased an assimilated a rival organization, UWF, he was their hot rising star. He squandered the opportunities that came with it. Then he represented the once proud LWF as its champion here in UGWC, and the disappointment that he became cast a shadow on an entire legacy. He struggles with consistency, and it is due to a deep-seeded lack of passion, an unflinching an apathetic listlessness, depressed and without joy. He was content to allow himself to be rescued two weeks ago by two people that nobody had ever heard of, and to be simply handed a spot in this tournament that was earned only by being in the right place at the right time, and being taken advantage of by another. He is unfit. As are they all."
"Thank you, Fear, for your time, and good luck at Infinity."
~Superbia~
January 29
One by one, they all shall fall.
Amon. Leviathan. Beelzebub. Asmodeus. Mammon. Belphegor. And, finally, Lucifer.
There are those that approach a new setting and the unknown with caution. They don't know what to expect, and they know it. These are the wise. Then there is the tale of Remi Monroe.
Few and far between will you find a person who thinks so much of himself, based upon so little. He believed that rescuing Red Fusion from the clutches of the vicious Ezekiel Pax would somehow ingratiate himself with the fans. It makes you wonder if he has watched a minute of UGWC programming prior to his own debut.
I watched his interview last week with Malone. So certain was he that he would be the name on every person's lips, but too long do I sense that this Cajun admires himself in the mirror. Deeply pleased with himself, to be certain. They say it's not cocky if you can back it up. We shall see.
At Infinity, I do only what I must, because it is necessary. The unworthy shall fall.
One by one, I climb the ladder of divine ascent.
And let begin a new era of Fear.