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“From the ashes a fire shall be woken, a light from the shadows shall spring; renewed shall be blade that was broken, the crownless again shall be king.�?/EM> ___ ___ ___ What once was, is no longer. Destiny, fate, truth. Dwelling on a past long gone will not reveal the path for the future, but trap one beneath, behind, and vanish when darkness looms overhead. It is inevitable. For the warrior’s way back, there is light on the other side. To get there, one must tread through the darkness. The future beckons a future, the past beckons nihility. When it is reached, we find out which it is. For if one is to regain what one never had, he must make it through the darkness. The darkness will vanquish the weak. The strong survive not by means of weaponry, but inward. A return to a land of old, unseen from the outside world. A return to a semblance of self. The constant in a world of change. Re-visitation not for nostalgia, but for hope. To draw on strength and remember what lies ahead. For what is to come, cannot be stopped. It is inevitable. Thus is the goal of The Crownless. The time for rest is over, the journey begins.
It is gone, in the blink of a long blinking eye, it is all gone. Sit idly by and do nothing as new champions are crowned, as a new era begins. An era without you. Forever sitting there, watching as their world turns, studying, planning, scheming�?biding your time until it is ripe. Dropping simple hints along the way - it should be no surprise for a return was imminent. Three words. First word: three letters. It is in your blood. It is time.
Enter�?The Crownless. Flash. A darkness fills the screen, a soft gray light appears to reveal a stone structure for a split second before fading again to darkness. Another light, this time of a stone tiled floor, and darkness once more. The third glimpse, a broken crown sits beside a chalice knocked over with liquid flowing from and again nothing. The final, a person lying motionless on the ground, long hair strewn about his head, a battered robe covering his body, the darkness settles in once more. And then�?nothing. ___ ___ ___ | |
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___ ___ ___ “From the ashes a fire shall be woken, a light from the shadows shall spring; renewed shall be blade that was broken, the crownless again shall be king.�?/EM> What once was, is no longer. Destiny, fate, truth. Dwelling on a past long gone will not reveal the path for the future, but trap one beneath, behind, and vanish when darkness looms overhead. It is inevitable. For the warrior’s way back, there is light on the other side. To get there, one must tread through the darkness. The future beckons a future, the past beckons nihility. When it is reached, we find out which it is. For if one is to regain what one never had, he must make it through the darkness. The darkness will vanquish the weak. The strong survive not by means of weaponry, but inward. A return to a land of old, unseen from the outside world. A return to a semblance of self. The constant in a world of change. Re-visitation not for nostalgia, but for hope. To draw on strength and remember what lies ahead. For what is to come, cannot be stopped. It is inevitable. Thus is the goal of The Crownless. The time for rest is over, the journey begins.
It is gone, in the blink of a long blinking eye, it is all gone. Sit idly by and do nothing as new champions are crowned, as a new era begins. An era without you. Forever sitting there, watching as their world turns, studying, planning, scheming�?biding your time until it is ripe. Dropping simple hints along the way - it should be no surprise for a return was imminent. Three words. First word: three letters. It is in your blood. It is time.
Enter�?The Crownless. Flash. A darkness fills the screen, a soft gray light appears to reveal a stone structure for a split second before fading again to darkness. Another light, this time of a stone tiled floor, and darkness once more. The third glimpse, a broken crown sits beside a chalice knocked over with liquid flowing from and again nothing. The final, a person lying motionless on the ground, long hair strewn about his head, a battered robe covering his body, the darkness settles in once more. And then�?nothing. ___ ___ ___ | |
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“From the ashes a fire shall be woken, a light from the shadows shall spring; renewed shall be blade that was broken, the crownless again shall be king.�?/EM> What once was, is no longer. Destiny, fate, truth. Dwelling on a past long gone will not reveal the path for the future, but trap one beneath, behind, and vanish when darkness looms overhead. It is inevitable. For the warrior’s way back, there is light on the other side. To get there, one must tread through the darkness. The future beckons a future, the past beckons nihility. When it is reached, we find out which it is. For if one is to regain what one never had, he must make it through the darkness. The darkness will vanquish the weak. The strong survive not by means of weaponry, but inward. A return to a land of old, unseen from the outside world. A return to a semblance of self. The constant in a world of change. Re-visitation not for nostalgia, but for hope. To draw on strength and remember what lies ahead. For what is to come, cannot be stopped. It is inevitable. Thus is the goal of The Crownless. The time for rest is over, the journey begins.
It is gone, in the blink of a long blinking eye, it is all gone. Sit idly by and do nothing as new champions are crowned, as a new era begins. An era without you. Forever sitting there, watching as their world turns, studying, planning, scheming�?biding your time until it is ripe. Dropping simple hints along the way - it should be no surprise for a return was imminent. Three words. First word: three letters. It is in your blood. It is time.
Enter�?The Crownless. Flash. A darkness fills the screen, a soft gray light appears to reveal a stone structure for a split second before fading again to darkness. Another light, this time of a stone tiled floor, and darkness once more. The third glimpse, a broken crown sits beside a chalice knocked over with liquid flowing from and again nothing. The final, a person lying motionless on the ground, long hair strewn about his head, a battered robe covering his body, the darkness settles in once more. And then�?nothing. | |
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___ ___ ___ What once was, is no longer. Destiny, fate, truth. Dwelling on a past long gone will not reveal the path for the future, but trap one beneath, behind, and vanish when darkness looms overhead. It is inevitable. For the warrior’s way back, there is light on the other side. To get there, one must tread through the darkness. The future beckons a future, the past beckons nihility. When it is reached, we find out which it is. For if one is to regain what one never had, he must make it through the darkness. The darkness will vanquish the weak. The strong survive not by means of weaponry, but inward. A return to a land of old, unseen from the outside world. A return to a semblance of self. The constant in a world of change. Re-visitation not for nostalgia, but for hope. To draw on strength and remember what lies ahead. For what is to come, cannot be stopped. It is inevitable. Thus is the goal of The Crownless. The time for rest is over, the journey begins.
It is gone, in the blink of a long blinking eye, it is all gone. Sit idly by and do nothing as new champions are crowned, as a new era begins. An era without you. Forever sitting there, watching as their world turns, studying, planning, scheming�?biding your time until it is ripe. Dropping simple hints along the way - it should be no surprise for a return was imminent. Three words. First word: three letters. It is in your blood. It is time.
Enter�?The Crownless. Flash. A darkness fills the screen, a soft gray light appears to reveal a stone structure for a split second before fading again to darkness. Another light, this time of a stone tiled floor, and darkness once more. The third glimpse, a broken crown sits beside a chalice knocked over with liquid flowing from and again nothing. The final, a person lying motionless on the ground, long hair strewn about his head, a battered robe covering his body, the darkness settles in once more. And then�?nothing. | |
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___ ___ ___ With all his might, it would seem and sound like, he forces his body to roll over, not even feeling the hard concrete his body lies on. When he does, the sky lights up in a bright flash. He has to shut his eyes, as he opens them again, he sees the dark storm clouds making various shapes and changing every second as the wind violently blows. A couple of seconds later and thunder roars across the sky, signifying that the storm was near. He tries to get up but finds he cannot move. His limbs felt as if they were attached to the ground. He tries to wiggle anything, an arm, a finger, nothing. It didn’t go the way he had hoped. He had come to his private island in hopes of taking a different aspect with his training. In an effort to start anew in an older state of mind. Revisiting himself in hopes of learning so that he can rise from the ashes he has created. Everything around him, was created by him. The circular slab of concrete he now lies on. Panning out it is seen that there is indeed a large circular concrete platform a good two feet off of the sandy bottom no more than thirty yards away from the water. Surrounding it are poles made from concrete as well holding wooden torches, but the wind has long since extinguished the flames. The throne that he was sitting on earlier as he wore his hand crafted crown and drunk from his golden chalice. It was all apart of the plan, a vile little liquid meant to do harm to the body so that he could feel pain. He wanted the pain, he craved the pain. It would be an awakening for him to remember what it was like when he used to deliver said pain for the sake of glory. The liquid was more potent then he had expected and he fell. The crown now broken, the remnants of the liquid flowing out and himself a complete wreck. He would have it no other way. He tries again to move, willing his body to do what it didn’t want to do. “The only way this is going to work, is if we work together.�?/FONT> He wills his body again, and it listens to him. He begins to lift a finger and then an entire hand. From there it flows like clockwork and he is finally able to sit up. He looks over at the crown, hearing the cracks in his back as he does and then pushes his body upwards and stands up. Again, more cracking of his body. He walks over to the crown looking at the two pieces before smiling and throwing them out into the cascading waves. Moving his arms around he can feel every part of his being again, without any soreness whatsoever. He sits at the edge of the throne and kicks the chalice away as we zoom in on his face. His hair is still a mess on his face but it doesn’t seem to bother him. His voice is slightly hoarse. “Your eyes are not deceiving you, it is I, once again. It has been a long time since I’ve walked the halls of Wrestling 2000, far too long perhaps. I looked on this place a couple months ago when it returned, and was asked if I would return too. If I would make a stake to go after one of the two titles that were mine prior to the return. All I would give anyone was one very simple phrase as they know with my New Years Resolution�?‘Three words. First word: three letters.�?Very easy to figure out, not meant to be a riddle but simply my primary goal. Around the time of Anarchy I was caught up with again, this time in the form of a YouTube interview and again, I said the very same thing.�?/FONT> His voice begins to smooth out as he clears his throat, the affects of the liquid finally wearing off completely. “Anarchy never fit into my plans. The Impact Championship, the W2K Championship, as much as I enjoyed holding them, they did not fit into my plan and were not my primary goals. Although it should be no surprise that once again becoming W2K Champion is desired, as it should be for anyone who steps forth into the company, it is merely a thought for down the road. No, I am here now for a reason, for a purpose. I have traveled halfway around the world in order to prepare myself for what is to come. I’ve come back for this one thing and I am prepared to go through hell and high water and then back again and again to achieve it. I have come back for what I believe is needed in order to fulfill my legacy. The time is now, for the way this world is, I may not get another chance. This is what is in my blood, this is what I crave more than anything. I have come back, W2K, for the God of Wrestling.�?/FONT> He stands up, slowly but with force. “Right now, I am nothing more than The Crownless, a man without a crown or a title, and that is exactly the way I wanted it. For while what I might have once had is now gone, like the phoenix I shall rise again and take what is in my destiny to have.�?/FONT> The Crownless looks upon us with those soul piecing eyes, his hair blowing in the wind as the battered robe whisks around his body. His aura is slightly different from times before, but while even his appearance looks worn right now, we can tell that it is the same man who lives by the ancient Caesar motto. Finally, he has come back to W2K. | |
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