A Bad Omen
On Fri, Jul06, 2018 3:21am America/Phoenix
A Bad Omen
*scene opens on the shores on Iceland, not far from the city of Reykjavík. The winds are blowing strong and the night is cold as the waves and surf pound against rocks. Though the moon is waning there is enough light to see a solitary figure standing in the tide, staring out to sea. As the cameras get close enough to distinguish features, we see that this is Korath. There is just enough light to see that he is bare from the waist up despite the cold and wind and his long hair is being whipped around in an epic fashion. As we draw closer Korath takes notices and without turning away begins to speak. Korath: "Lo, there do I see my father. Lo, there do I see my mother, and my sisters, and my brothers. Lo, there do I see the line of my people back to the beginning. Lo, do they bid me to take my place among them in the hall of Valhalla! Where the brave may live forever!" Koraths turns a bit, letting him see the camera, the moonlight showing a somber look upon his face. Korath: "Until I awoke this morning, I had never had a need for prayer. Alas the Norns; Skuld, Urd, and Verdandi are fickle old bitches who enjoy measuring out the lives of men. They wait until we are at the prime of our lives and then snip, the threads are cut. Why am I rambling? I received a bad omen this morning in the form of a dying wolf. It has been in my thoughts since I arrived in Reykjavík this evening, trying to unravel what it means. Nothing good can come of it as the wolf is my symbol, I guess I must wait and see in the coming days." "Outrage is come, and again I find myself facing Syndicate and Rex McAllister for the WWX Heavyweight Championship in a gimmick match. I must not only beat down my opponents but I must take extra precautions to climb a ladder and take the title that should have been mine long ago. Outrage is a fitting title, I am sick of jumping through hoops for the people who claim to run things here, I am sick of not getting what I deserve because someone did a little....desk work and was given the title. Even if it kills me, I am going to make sure that title leaves Outrage in the hands of its rightful owner." As Korath speaks, gone is the familiar rage we are used to. Instead he projects nothing but calm, almost deadpan. Even the look on his face seems tranquil. Korath: "Syndicate, you and I have come a long ways haven't we? Been at each others throats for practically our entire career here. I think I've lost count of the number of times we've fought. Always over gold never just for fun, and once again we are fated to meet over that cursed gold. I know I have taunted and teased you, calling you a pup for so many years, you bloody well deserved it you were always acting like one, but know you seem to have grown considerably. Now you said earlier that I was in your way, that I chose the wrong time to challenge, in case you have forgotten I also have a bone to pick with Rex, and I will be glad of your assistance in grinding him into paste. With that being said, I am glad to have called you a rival and I hope you will join me in keeping the people of Iceland and the fans from all over the world out of there seats and begging for more. You've said in all of your promos just how much you enjoy it here, maybe you should come by the rest of the Norse lands, I hear Kiruna is a wonderful city...if you can keep up with it. But back to business. Let's show the world that we two are the ones that should be in this match, not that kukjävel." Korath, now starts sounding bored as he speaks of his other opponent, his accent seeming to thicken as he continues. Korath: "Rex, this the final time I will acknowledge your name, from now until time ends I shall call you kukjävel, you can use google to figure it out. How does it feel to be a champion thanks to someone else's efforts kukjävel? How do it feel knowing that to earn that title, all you had to do was get on your knees, of course knowing you you probably had someone else do that for you too. You have to leave your help at home kukjävel and enter the ring by yourself and earn the damned belt you hold. I know that you are going to say you did, but I will cut you off now. If you are unable to earn or defend that title by yourself, which is what a singles match demands, you are a false champion, and a kukjävel. Heh, after myself and even Syndicate finish knocking out your teeth maybe you can find keeping your place under Tommy's desk a little bit easier." Korath still unsmiling, still strangely calm, turns away again, still staring out to sea. After a moment he finally turns and walks back to shore. He picks up some belongings he had hidden and begins heading towards a path. Korath: "I suppose it is finally time. I must finish my preparations and enter the arena. But before I leave here, I have one more thing I'd like to say. It's a quote from a book series I enjoy and I find it to be fitting. Don't worry it's in English so you shouldn't have to worry about translation." Korath pause and looks back to the camera, and with a sad smile says "Wyrd bith ful araed" *He turns and again begins heading inland, the scene fading as he clears a hill and disappears from sight. The Nordic Nightmare logo soon appears and then nothing.