Post by Mr.Ego on Feb 3, 2014 23:55:26 GMT -5
The great room is filled with people from all walks of life. At the far end reside the residents of the kingdom, the peons whose sole purpose is to serve their master. Whether it be shoeing the horses for the King’s army or ensuring that the kingdom has a good harvest so that the Kingdom survives yet another harsh winter, these people have a role to serve – and a purpose to fulfill - in this beautiful land. And so long as they perform their duties satisfactorily, all will remain well.
In the center of the room stand higher-ranking members of the King’s army. They stand silently, their swords holstered upon their sides, and their battle helmets resting under their arms. They stare straight ahead in silence, their dignity and obedience on display for all to see. They have all fought valiantly over the years, to ensure that their Kingdom does not fall. Many times challengers have met them on the fields of battle, and each time, these brave men have seen to it that the uprising has been quelled, and their challengers humbled. For Global Landing shall not fall. Not under King Wallace’s reign.
At the front of the room resides a set of stairs. A red velvet carpet snakes its way up the vast amount of steps. At the top of the steps sit two thrones. The throne on the right, shimmering beautifully with a few well-places jewels attached, is a splendor to see. Its inhabitant is even more stunning. Her gorgeous blonde hair rests on her shoulders, gleaming radiantly from the rays of sunlight that shine down upon her. She is pure beauty, and the Gods have no intention of taking that away from her anytime soon.
The throne to the left is substantially bigger than its counterpart, and the sheer amount of jewels that adorn it cannot be known without careful study. The man sitting in this throne is the epitome of royalty. His crown rests perfectly atop his beautifully combed mane; his smile can light up the night like a full moon on a cloudless night at sea. But there is something about this man…something about his eyes, that stands out the most. Is it arrogance? Is it cunning? Nobody truly knows, because he does not allow anyone to get close enough to him to figure it out. The only person that might possibly have an idea is his Queen, and for most of his decisions, even she is left out in the dark.
The King raises his hand ever so slightly, motioning towards the back. An older man, no younger than sixty-five, slowly moves towards the front of the room. He keeps his eyes towards the ground, as he begins to speak.
“My King, I have seen a lot over the years that I have been privileged enough to live in this Kingdom. Most times I have agreed with your decrees, knowing full well that the decisions that you make are done with the greatest of consternation and consideration. However, over the past year, I wonder if thou doest have the good of the Kingdom in mind, as you continue your rule.”
The King stares down at the older gentlemen, carefully considering the reply that he will provide in front of his loyal subjects. After a few very tense moments, the King finally speaks.
“Doth thou not think that King Wallace thinks of the masses, before determining each and every course of action? Doth thou think that King Wallace takes his numerous responsibilities lightly, with regards to his Kingdom? Doth thou not think that King Wallace is fit to head the House of Vainnister, nor the Kingdom of Wrestleros?”
The older gentleman says nothing, intending merely to stare at the floor, as he shrinks in front of the gaze of his King.
“Doth thou forget all that your King has given to you, during his glorious reign as the King of Wrestleros? Has ‘Yours Truly’ not gone out of his way to ensure that all of his loyal subjects can look at the job that he has done, and be proud of the man that they have chosen to stand behind? Needeth I remind thee of how King Wallace overtook the Kingdom of Headethstrong, ending the reign of the tyrannical King Furbeth I? Doth thou believeth that King Wallace is no longer fit to lead the Kingdom of Wrestleros?”
The man slowly raises his head, looking directly into the King’s eyes as he speaks.
“I meaneth no disrespect, King Wallace, but it seemeth that your obligations align moreso with yourself as of late…and your Kingdom is left to suffer.”
A great percentage of the members of the Kingdom that take up the rear of the great room erupt in a chorus of cheers, obviously agreeing with the opinion of the man that is speaking to the King. The King and Queen sit in silence, taking it all in. As the cheers begin to die down, Queen Candace IV leans over to speak to her King.
“My love, I prayeth thou remembers where we once were, and to not taketh this man’s opinion personally. He is merely speaking his truth, and as King, you shant hold that against him, lest you vilify yourself amongst your people.”
King Wallace sits in silence for a few seconds, before finally looking over at his Queen and nodding. He then refocuses back on the gentleman standing in front of him.
“King Wallace truly appreciates your candor on this, Sir. If thou shall appeaseth your King, what is your name?”
“Vinaigrette. Nicholas Vinaigrette, the first of his name. Husband, Father, and public orator for the Kingdom of Wrestleros.”
King Wallace chuckles to himself before responding.
“Well Nicholas Vinaigrette, first of your name…husband, father, and public orator for the Kingdom of Wrestleros…King Wallace has heard your cries, and he relates with your worrisome nature. You see, I found myself in your position at one time; unsure of how things were going to turn out; and uncertain if the King in charge at the time had everyone’s best interest at heart. What King Wallace learned, however, was that it matters not what the general public thinks, for all that matters is what the king decrees. And for you, on this day of February the third, in the year of the Gods two-thousand thirteen, I, King Wallace, decree that you shall be banished for your insubordinance, and forced to live out the rest of your days as a voice piece that nobody listens to, from this day forth.”
A murmur begins to grow within the people in attendance, as King Wallace points to one of his Generals.
“Take him away. In fact…take ALL of them away, for they do not deserve the distinction of being affiliated with the House of Vainnister.”
As the members of the King’s army begin rounding up the shrieking public, the King and his Queen arise from their thrones, and make their way to their private quarters.
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Alone in his personal study, he stands at the table in front of him, a map of the Kingdom laid upon it. Lost deep in thought, he speaks to nobody in particular.
“I understandeth not what these people want from me. For my entire reign as King of Wrestleros, I have done mine duties to the best of mine abilities, keeping mine loyal subjects in mind for every decision made. And now, they besmirch mine good name, as the surrounding territories hastily make plans to purge mine Kingdom, and overthrow all that is just? Thou idiotic peons are too narrow minded to understand that the grass is not always greeneth on the other side. Thine unruly, disloyal subjects from earlier today shall soon findeth that out.”
“The Houses make plans to displace King Wallace, in a futile attempt to rule the Kingdom of Wrestleros themselves. Such a pity, as they could maketh for just allies in the future. Sadly, they have decided to abscond from their loyalty to the King, which makes their ultimate failure at supplanting King Wallace quite fitting.”
“Lord Travis, head of the House of Rully, has just been waiting for the backing of neighboring territories, so that he can supplant King Wallace as the Lord and King of the Wrestling realm. He has spent many a fortnight attempting to model himself after ‘Yours Truly’, going so far as to model his public visage after mine self. Unfortunately, dressing and speaking like a King, doth not maketh a King. I doth thinketh that he has smoketh too much of that wacky tobacky…but King Wallace shall soon set Lord Travis straight, and make him see the light as to the proper hierarchy of the Kingdom of Wrestleros.”
“Lord Jorddard, head of the House of Cyclork, has bristled at the decree of the King at every turn since I became the King of the realm. Publicly, he attempts to sayeth all of the right things, and the small territory of subjects that he leads eateth it up. But deepeth down, I knoweth his heart. He has been a Lord for quite some time in Wrestleros, and he cannot stand the impact that the rule of King Wallace has had, in such a relatively short time. He has done a commendable job in leading his people, but he does not have the fortitude to be able to handle all that being King entails. He would wilt under thine pressure if he found himself in mine position. He is just too stupid to realizeth it.”
“Lord Raenius, head of the House of Raenyrell. He is the one that King Wallace is most hurt by. Many moons ago, then Lord Wallace and Lord Raenius stood side-by-side, as they battled King Furbeth I. And in the middle of that conflict, Lord Raenius tucketh thine tail and ranneth away, leaving then-Lord Wallace to finish the job, and assume control of the Kingdom of Wrestleros. Lord Raenius was like a brother to King Wallace, and he turned his back on me. And now, after all these years, Lord Raenius has reappeared, and is attempting to taketh control of mine throne. Who doth though thinketh he is? Lord Raenius, your actions all that time ago was a smack in the face to your King. And you shall suffereth accordingly.”
“Lord Deimos, head of the House of Feartell. A Lord that has ruled for quite some time, but a Lord that has constantly failed at his undertakings. He and his people thinketh that they shall follow their own rules, instead of the rules set forth by King Wallace, ruler of the Kingdom of Wrestleros. Engaging in battle, only to leaveth of thine own volition? That is an act of cowardice that King Wallace doth not understand. It is utterly surprising that Lord Deimos is even a part of this usurping. Alas, Lord Deimos will more than likely do what he does best…and that is disappearing into the shadows of the great unknown, preferring to live out his life basking in his yesteryear, instead of dictating his own future.”
“Lord Remi, head of the House of Monrotheon, is quite the unknown. His and the House of Vainnister couldn’t be more different, and he is a warrior that is quite resilient, and quite unorthodox. Fortunately your King loves the art of a challenge, and understanding the dialect of Lord Remi is first and foremost on that list. Maybe King Wallace sees to it that a harem of beauties is at the disposal of Lord Remi and his men. That should keep them busy for quite some time, and cause them to forget what they have gathered to do.”
“Lord Klaus, head of the House of Killjoy, might be the one that King Wallace has the most trouble with. Lord Klaus was another former ally of King Wallace, but his loyalty only ran so far, before he aligned with the Knights of the Devil, and forgot where he came from. Fortunately for King Wallace, Lord Klaus was castrated long ago by his Lady. And the time when ‘Yours Truly’ has to worry about a ball-less buffoon has not yet cometh, and shant cometh in mine lifetime.”
The door to the personal study opens, and in walks Queen Candace IV. As if she is being carried by angels, she flawlessly makes her way across the room, and stops side-by-side with her King. She speaks.
“It is getting late, my Love. Doth thou plan on coming to bed soon, so that thou can rocket mine world like no other. Mine bosom is chilled, and mine loins needeth filled.”
King Wallace turns to her, leaning down and kissing her upon thine lips. He then leans back up and speaks.
“I apologize for the delay in my husbandly duties, for mine mind is full with the uprising that is coming. The Houses Rully, Cyclork, Raenyrell, Feartell, Monrotheon, and Killjoy have all conspired against their King, and thine uprising is set to culminate in but seven days. The King’s army is trained well, but the numbers may be too great.”
“Hast thou contemplated coming to an ‘understanding’ with the other House of the Kingdom of Wrestleros? To at least serve as a backup plan, if thou needeth it?”
“An ‘understanding’, my Queen?”
“The aforementioned Houses are the bane of your existence, my King. If their uprising is squashed upon the field of battle, maybe thine rule will bring forth even greater change, for the greater good of Wrestleros.”
The two stand in silence for a few moments, their arms around each other, as King Wallace studies the map of Wrestleros.
“That doth maketh for a grand statement, if said respective House would agree to it.”
“Lady Edie, head of the House of Morgaryen, may be young in years, but she is wise is the ways of battle. She comes from a great lineage of fighters and warriors, but she perhaps is the greatest of all. Her people will followeth her to the ends of thine earth, as they are loyal, almost to a fault. She would make for a great Lady to align mineself with, in the battle for the Kingdom of Wrestleros, and the continued reign of the House of Vainnister.”
“Doth thou thinketh you can get one of thine flame-breathing warrior carrier pigeons to get word to her?”
“That not be-eth a problem, my Queen.”
“What happens, however, if Lady Edie decides to take the throne for herself, my King?”
“Then she will understand why King Wallace has had such a long, eventful reign, as the King of Wrestleros.”
The King and his Queen embrace, locking lips, as their hands begin their exploration.
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Vain opens his eyes, a smile already on his face. Having laid there watching him for God knows how long, Candi kisses him on the cheek, and then speaks.
“Good Morning, Alan. I’m glad to see that you’re in a good mood already this morning.”
Vain rolls over onto his side, looking deeply into his fiancé’s eyes.
“Why shouldn’t I be in a good mood, my dear? I have a beautiful woman in my life that will be taking my last name soon; I have had a great career in the wrestling business; I have made money hand over fist for as long as I can remember; I’m one of the prettiest people that God has ever made; and maybe most importantly at this point in time…I’m entered into the Global Challenge at Infinity. Life couldn’t be better.”
“I’m glad that you feel so confident about Infinity, Alan…but there are seven others that will feel just as confident as you. They just aren’t at the disadvantage of being disliked by the entire company.”
Vain laughs a glorious laugh, the sound reverberating off of the walls of the bedroom. He then calmly looks Candi in the eyes once again.
“I wouldn’t say that I’m disliked by ALL, babe. It pays to have friends.”
The scene fades, as Vain and Candi continue talking amongst themselves.
In the center of the room stand higher-ranking members of the King’s army. They stand silently, their swords holstered upon their sides, and their battle helmets resting under their arms. They stare straight ahead in silence, their dignity and obedience on display for all to see. They have all fought valiantly over the years, to ensure that their Kingdom does not fall. Many times challengers have met them on the fields of battle, and each time, these brave men have seen to it that the uprising has been quelled, and their challengers humbled. For Global Landing shall not fall. Not under King Wallace’s reign.
At the front of the room resides a set of stairs. A red velvet carpet snakes its way up the vast amount of steps. At the top of the steps sit two thrones. The throne on the right, shimmering beautifully with a few well-places jewels attached, is a splendor to see. Its inhabitant is even more stunning. Her gorgeous blonde hair rests on her shoulders, gleaming radiantly from the rays of sunlight that shine down upon her. She is pure beauty, and the Gods have no intention of taking that away from her anytime soon.
The throne to the left is substantially bigger than its counterpart, and the sheer amount of jewels that adorn it cannot be known without careful study. The man sitting in this throne is the epitome of royalty. His crown rests perfectly atop his beautifully combed mane; his smile can light up the night like a full moon on a cloudless night at sea. But there is something about this man…something about his eyes, that stands out the most. Is it arrogance? Is it cunning? Nobody truly knows, because he does not allow anyone to get close enough to him to figure it out. The only person that might possibly have an idea is his Queen, and for most of his decisions, even she is left out in the dark.
The King raises his hand ever so slightly, motioning towards the back. An older man, no younger than sixty-five, slowly moves towards the front of the room. He keeps his eyes towards the ground, as he begins to speak.
“My King, I have seen a lot over the years that I have been privileged enough to live in this Kingdom. Most times I have agreed with your decrees, knowing full well that the decisions that you make are done with the greatest of consternation and consideration. However, over the past year, I wonder if thou doest have the good of the Kingdom in mind, as you continue your rule.”
The King stares down at the older gentlemen, carefully considering the reply that he will provide in front of his loyal subjects. After a few very tense moments, the King finally speaks.
“Doth thou not think that King Wallace thinks of the masses, before determining each and every course of action? Doth thou think that King Wallace takes his numerous responsibilities lightly, with regards to his Kingdom? Doth thou not think that King Wallace is fit to head the House of Vainnister, nor the Kingdom of Wrestleros?”
The older gentleman says nothing, intending merely to stare at the floor, as he shrinks in front of the gaze of his King.
“Doth thou forget all that your King has given to you, during his glorious reign as the King of Wrestleros? Has ‘Yours Truly’ not gone out of his way to ensure that all of his loyal subjects can look at the job that he has done, and be proud of the man that they have chosen to stand behind? Needeth I remind thee of how King Wallace overtook the Kingdom of Headethstrong, ending the reign of the tyrannical King Furbeth I? Doth thou believeth that King Wallace is no longer fit to lead the Kingdom of Wrestleros?”
The man slowly raises his head, looking directly into the King’s eyes as he speaks.
“I meaneth no disrespect, King Wallace, but it seemeth that your obligations align moreso with yourself as of late…and your Kingdom is left to suffer.”
A great percentage of the members of the Kingdom that take up the rear of the great room erupt in a chorus of cheers, obviously agreeing with the opinion of the man that is speaking to the King. The King and Queen sit in silence, taking it all in. As the cheers begin to die down, Queen Candace IV leans over to speak to her King.
“My love, I prayeth thou remembers where we once were, and to not taketh this man’s opinion personally. He is merely speaking his truth, and as King, you shant hold that against him, lest you vilify yourself amongst your people.”
King Wallace sits in silence for a few seconds, before finally looking over at his Queen and nodding. He then refocuses back on the gentleman standing in front of him.
“King Wallace truly appreciates your candor on this, Sir. If thou shall appeaseth your King, what is your name?”
“Vinaigrette. Nicholas Vinaigrette, the first of his name. Husband, Father, and public orator for the Kingdom of Wrestleros.”
King Wallace chuckles to himself before responding.
“Well Nicholas Vinaigrette, first of your name…husband, father, and public orator for the Kingdom of Wrestleros…King Wallace has heard your cries, and he relates with your worrisome nature. You see, I found myself in your position at one time; unsure of how things were going to turn out; and uncertain if the King in charge at the time had everyone’s best interest at heart. What King Wallace learned, however, was that it matters not what the general public thinks, for all that matters is what the king decrees. And for you, on this day of February the third, in the year of the Gods two-thousand thirteen, I, King Wallace, decree that you shall be banished for your insubordinance, and forced to live out the rest of your days as a voice piece that nobody listens to, from this day forth.”
A murmur begins to grow within the people in attendance, as King Wallace points to one of his Generals.
“Take him away. In fact…take ALL of them away, for they do not deserve the distinction of being affiliated with the House of Vainnister.”
As the members of the King’s army begin rounding up the shrieking public, the King and his Queen arise from their thrones, and make their way to their private quarters.
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Alone in his personal study, he stands at the table in front of him, a map of the Kingdom laid upon it. Lost deep in thought, he speaks to nobody in particular.
“I understandeth not what these people want from me. For my entire reign as King of Wrestleros, I have done mine duties to the best of mine abilities, keeping mine loyal subjects in mind for every decision made. And now, they besmirch mine good name, as the surrounding territories hastily make plans to purge mine Kingdom, and overthrow all that is just? Thou idiotic peons are too narrow minded to understand that the grass is not always greeneth on the other side. Thine unruly, disloyal subjects from earlier today shall soon findeth that out.”
“The Houses make plans to displace King Wallace, in a futile attempt to rule the Kingdom of Wrestleros themselves. Such a pity, as they could maketh for just allies in the future. Sadly, they have decided to abscond from their loyalty to the King, which makes their ultimate failure at supplanting King Wallace quite fitting.”
“Lord Travis, head of the House of Rully, has just been waiting for the backing of neighboring territories, so that he can supplant King Wallace as the Lord and King of the Wrestling realm. He has spent many a fortnight attempting to model himself after ‘Yours Truly’, going so far as to model his public visage after mine self. Unfortunately, dressing and speaking like a King, doth not maketh a King. I doth thinketh that he has smoketh too much of that wacky tobacky…but King Wallace shall soon set Lord Travis straight, and make him see the light as to the proper hierarchy of the Kingdom of Wrestleros.”
“Lord Jorddard, head of the House of Cyclork, has bristled at the decree of the King at every turn since I became the King of the realm. Publicly, he attempts to sayeth all of the right things, and the small territory of subjects that he leads eateth it up. But deepeth down, I knoweth his heart. He has been a Lord for quite some time in Wrestleros, and he cannot stand the impact that the rule of King Wallace has had, in such a relatively short time. He has done a commendable job in leading his people, but he does not have the fortitude to be able to handle all that being King entails. He would wilt under thine pressure if he found himself in mine position. He is just too stupid to realizeth it.”
“Lord Raenius, head of the House of Raenyrell. He is the one that King Wallace is most hurt by. Many moons ago, then Lord Wallace and Lord Raenius stood side-by-side, as they battled King Furbeth I. And in the middle of that conflict, Lord Raenius tucketh thine tail and ranneth away, leaving then-Lord Wallace to finish the job, and assume control of the Kingdom of Wrestleros. Lord Raenius was like a brother to King Wallace, and he turned his back on me. And now, after all these years, Lord Raenius has reappeared, and is attempting to taketh control of mine throne. Who doth though thinketh he is? Lord Raenius, your actions all that time ago was a smack in the face to your King. And you shall suffereth accordingly.”
“Lord Deimos, head of the House of Feartell. A Lord that has ruled for quite some time, but a Lord that has constantly failed at his undertakings. He and his people thinketh that they shall follow their own rules, instead of the rules set forth by King Wallace, ruler of the Kingdom of Wrestleros. Engaging in battle, only to leaveth of thine own volition? That is an act of cowardice that King Wallace doth not understand. It is utterly surprising that Lord Deimos is even a part of this usurping. Alas, Lord Deimos will more than likely do what he does best…and that is disappearing into the shadows of the great unknown, preferring to live out his life basking in his yesteryear, instead of dictating his own future.”
“Lord Remi, head of the House of Monrotheon, is quite the unknown. His and the House of Vainnister couldn’t be more different, and he is a warrior that is quite resilient, and quite unorthodox. Fortunately your King loves the art of a challenge, and understanding the dialect of Lord Remi is first and foremost on that list. Maybe King Wallace sees to it that a harem of beauties is at the disposal of Lord Remi and his men. That should keep them busy for quite some time, and cause them to forget what they have gathered to do.”
“Lord Klaus, head of the House of Killjoy, might be the one that King Wallace has the most trouble with. Lord Klaus was another former ally of King Wallace, but his loyalty only ran so far, before he aligned with the Knights of the Devil, and forgot where he came from. Fortunately for King Wallace, Lord Klaus was castrated long ago by his Lady. And the time when ‘Yours Truly’ has to worry about a ball-less buffoon has not yet cometh, and shant cometh in mine lifetime.”
The door to the personal study opens, and in walks Queen Candace IV. As if she is being carried by angels, she flawlessly makes her way across the room, and stops side-by-side with her King. She speaks.
“It is getting late, my Love. Doth thou plan on coming to bed soon, so that thou can rocket mine world like no other. Mine bosom is chilled, and mine loins needeth filled.”
King Wallace turns to her, leaning down and kissing her upon thine lips. He then leans back up and speaks.
“I apologize for the delay in my husbandly duties, for mine mind is full with the uprising that is coming. The Houses Rully, Cyclork, Raenyrell, Feartell, Monrotheon, and Killjoy have all conspired against their King, and thine uprising is set to culminate in but seven days. The King’s army is trained well, but the numbers may be too great.”
“Hast thou contemplated coming to an ‘understanding’ with the other House of the Kingdom of Wrestleros? To at least serve as a backup plan, if thou needeth it?”
“An ‘understanding’, my Queen?”
“The aforementioned Houses are the bane of your existence, my King. If their uprising is squashed upon the field of battle, maybe thine rule will bring forth even greater change, for the greater good of Wrestleros.”
The two stand in silence for a few moments, their arms around each other, as King Wallace studies the map of Wrestleros.
“That doth maketh for a grand statement, if said respective House would agree to it.”
“Lady Edie, head of the House of Morgaryen, may be young in years, but she is wise is the ways of battle. She comes from a great lineage of fighters and warriors, but she perhaps is the greatest of all. Her people will followeth her to the ends of thine earth, as they are loyal, almost to a fault. She would make for a great Lady to align mineself with, in the battle for the Kingdom of Wrestleros, and the continued reign of the House of Vainnister.”
“Doth thou thinketh you can get one of thine flame-breathing warrior carrier pigeons to get word to her?”
“That not be-eth a problem, my Queen.”
“What happens, however, if Lady Edie decides to take the throne for herself, my King?”
“Then she will understand why King Wallace has had such a long, eventful reign, as the King of Wrestleros.”
The King and his Queen embrace, locking lips, as their hands begin their exploration.
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Vain opens his eyes, a smile already on his face. Having laid there watching him for God knows how long, Candi kisses him on the cheek, and then speaks.
“Good Morning, Alan. I’m glad to see that you’re in a good mood already this morning.”
Vain rolls over onto his side, looking deeply into his fiancé’s eyes.
“Why shouldn’t I be in a good mood, my dear? I have a beautiful woman in my life that will be taking my last name soon; I have had a great career in the wrestling business; I have made money hand over fist for as long as I can remember; I’m one of the prettiest people that God has ever made; and maybe most importantly at this point in time…I’m entered into the Global Challenge at Infinity. Life couldn’t be better.”
“I’m glad that you feel so confident about Infinity, Alan…but there are seven others that will feel just as confident as you. They just aren’t at the disadvantage of being disliked by the entire company.”
Vain laughs a glorious laugh, the sound reverberating off of the walls of the bedroom. He then calmly looks Candi in the eyes once again.
“I wouldn’t say that I’m disliked by ALL, babe. It pays to have friends.”
The scene fades, as Vain and Candi continue talking amongst themselves.
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