Post by Sir Owen Gyles on Mar 20, 2012 0:36:58 GMT -5
[Underground Wrestling Alliance - Journal Entry for March 19th, 2012]
It can be said that spreading ones' self too thin can result in diminished returns. In other words, if you attempt to focus on mutliple things at once, one of those tasks is liable to suffer for it. This has proven true, at least it seems to have been, for my wrestling career. These past several months I have focused not only on the UWA, but on two other promotions as well. While in one I have found success, the others I have not. My record in the UWA is abyssmal, with less victories then I find fingers on one hand. All of this, despite the efforts I have put forth. But perhaps these efforts are not my best. No, I know they are not my best. What with the distractions caused by my uneasy state of mind as well, it really does not come as a surprise.
But for a night like the one that is coming this next week on UWA Counter Strike, I must be at my utmost best. For I face a man who has come to basically embody fear and dominance within the UWA roster. The man is known only as The Scorpion, and I must face him in a hardcore match of all things! As if my recent hardcore match in New Wave Wrestling was not enough, now I must contend with this. Damn you Khris Young; with this 'Pick Your Poison' stipulation, it was he who chose me to face The Scorpion, since he is supposedly so unwell he cannot yet do so himself.
This will be a test. My mind is not yet completely focused. But The Scorpion is a dominanting and frightening beast. And a beast that must be slayed.
It can be said that spreading ones' self too thin can result in diminished returns. In other words, if you attempt to focus on mutliple things at once, one of those tasks is liable to suffer for it. This has proven true, at least it seems to have been, for my wrestling career. These past several months I have focused not only on the UWA, but on two other promotions as well. While in one I have found success, the others I have not. My record in the UWA is abyssmal, with less victories then I find fingers on one hand. All of this, despite the efforts I have put forth. But perhaps these efforts are not my best. No, I know they are not my best. What with the distractions caused by my uneasy state of mind as well, it really does not come as a surprise.
But for a night like the one that is coming this next week on UWA Counter Strike, I must be at my utmost best. For I face a man who has come to basically embody fear and dominance within the UWA roster. The man is known only as The Scorpion, and I must face him in a hardcore match of all things! As if my recent hardcore match in New Wave Wrestling was not enough, now I must contend with this. Damn you Khris Young; with this 'Pick Your Poison' stipulation, it was he who chose me to face The Scorpion, since he is supposedly so unwell he cannot yet do so himself.
This will be a test. My mind is not yet completely focused. But The Scorpion is a dominanting and frightening beast. And a beast that must be slayed.
His mind was conflicted, that much was certain. The past several months had revealed to him a long lost heritage, proving that he truly was not mentally unstable. But at the same time, the heritage seemed to not be what he thought it would be. Rather then being descended from good kind hearted folk, it seems that Sir Owen's family may indeed have been cuthroats and villains instead. He was not sure even of his knight's code either, as he had attempted to retake it, but could not bring himself to do so. He figured that the line 'a knight is sworn to valor' was what he needed, that he had forgotten his valor, but even that did not help him as he failed in battle at 'Price of Glory'.
He had even engaged in battle with a villianous viking warrior known as Oswald Brood inside the halls of "New Wave" wrestling, but he fell in battle there as well. He was truly starting to question his code of honor, and whether it had a place in this day and age, and in this business of wrestling. In this hour, he had only one person he could speak with who would understand. During the lead up to his final match in Rocky Mountain Pro, Sir Owen had approached the cave that had been his source of entry for the modern time period. He was not sure why, until Merlin came out. Yes, as in Merlin the wizard; no that's not a joke. Apparently, Merlin had figured out how Sir Owen had travelled forward in time, and came to return him home.
Heh, home. A long time ago it was a chance Sir Owen would have gladly taken. Certainly a time of dragons, monsters, and evil kings, but also a time of serenity and beauty. No modern distractions, yet a simple horseback ride or gathering in a local pub to listen to a bard were the only distractions life would bring. Then again, a lot of the more modern conveniences were truly outstanding. It was to a point where Sir Owen realized he might actually like this modern lifestyle, and not want to go back to his old life. For the time being, Merlin remained in our time, and resided with Sir Owen. So the two men had gathered inside of his room in his home, each having a drink of beer.
Merlin: So this is what suffices for mead in this time? Disgraceful.
Sir Owen: I am still surprised to find you a drinker. One would think the great Merlin would be more subdued.
Merlin: Are you remembering me as I truly am, or have you been blinded by all this modern stories of our time? Am I that old? Am I that wise? Am I that boring? Bullshit, I say, all of it!
Sir Owen: I apologize Merlin. It's just, after all this time, these six years, you get used to it. This modern lifestyle, these modern conveniences, and the wrestling. Ah, I do not know if I could go back to a simple life of jousting after the thrill the pure competition of this sport brings.
Merlin: Ah, but are you in it for the sport, or are you in it to vanquish the evil? That was your original intent, wasn't it?
Sir Owen: It is not as easy as in our time. It is hard to distinquish those who are truly evil from those who are just, well, unpleasant. Merlin, I had meant to ask you. What would you say of me rescinding my knight's oath?
Merlin: Are you daft? Why would you do that? The oath of a knight is almost what makes him who he is!
Sir Owen: But I don't feel it has a place in this time. My stringent adherence to the rules, to try and protect everyone, has not gotten me much. In fact in some cases, it has hindered me. I've been conflicted about it for some time now, before you arrived.
Merlin: If you ask me, you rescind that and you become what you're looking to get rid of. You may not end up incredibly evil, but you will not be the same man as you were before. Besides, I can think of one man in particular you need to stop.
Sir Owen: Oh?
Merlin: Yes, that man known as The Scorpion. The one you face this week? That man is as sinister and sadistic as even the darkest lords of our time. You say he has no history, no records of anything in his past? As if he just appeared out of nowhere?
Sir Owen: Yeah, almost like.....almost like I did.
Merlin: It is possible he is a traveller from another time as well, just one who has forgotten his memory. But nevertheless, to act in such a manner, and to do so in the name of the good lord above, is shameful. I have seen what he does, and I have used your uh, television, to watch his activities elsewhere. If there was something to be cleansed from that sport of wrestling, and from the world in general, it would be him. Your blade, or your skill, must undo the wicked. You swore an oath to do so.
Sir Owen: Agreed. Thank you for your counsel. Shall we finish drinking?
Outside of the dungeon, on the night of this week's edition of Counter Strike, the warrior of light stands outside and takes a few minutes to think. The spring weather is upon us, and it is warm, so Sir Owen is outside clothed simply in his regular ring attire, the long white robe he wears to the ring slightly blowing in the breeze. In his hands we can see a small book, that at closer inspection, appears to be a bible. He looks at it, and he then speaks.
Sir Owen: The good King Arthur was a man of faith. He believed in Jesus, the only son of the God in heaven. He believed in the bible, and the scriptures that had been written. He believed I think, that his knights were meant to fend off the wicked brought to the land by Satan. I have recently taken to reading the good book once more, to perhaps renew my faith after months of conflict. My resolve has been somewhat renewed, as I am starting to remember what I have fought for all my life. They say that right now, the battle is brewing between The Scorpion and Khris Young. While it's true that both desire the UWA Heavyweight Championship, the real battle I believe, lies between myself and The Scorpion. Two completely polar opposites, and two set to meet for the first time one on one this week. One is a man believing he has been send by God, or by some higher power, to obliterate everything on Earth since it remains an insult to the creator. Myself, I am not a man of the cloth, nor a man of great faith. I am simply a warrior, a knight, who once swore to use a blade to undo the wicked. But this is not a battle that will be won by the blade. This is a battle to be won in hand to hand combat. And The Scorpion has certainly proven himself more then capable of winning any fight. He remains undefeated here within UWA, and according to my research, until recently, he remained undefeated in at least one other company. This is a battle I had been dreading since The Scorpion made his debut, as I seen him previous to his arrival here. This will be a fight like no other. Especially considering that hardcore rules have been instated as the match stipulation. Normally, I do not cater to that set of rules. But I am no stranger to it. If I must go to the level of someone such The Scorpion, in order to finish him off, then so be it. Sometimes, you must act like your enemy.
Sir Owen pauses a moment, and opens the book, reading a psalm or a verse, it is unclear. He closes the book back over when he is finished.
Sir Owen: What was the real purpose of your ritual, Scorpion? You buried a book symbolizing that which you percieve as heresy against your God, or at least what you perceive God to be. But yet, what did you really do? You buried a book, a collection of paper, something that exists in billions of copies around the world. Yes, billions. There are numerous copies and versions and translations of the holy bible, so what is attained from burying a single copy? You may think I stand against the Lord, but I do not. I stand against those who would bring harm to the innocent, and from all accounts, that is precisely what you seek to do. But I have seen many a battle Scorpion, and many men have attempted to bury me in the ground. None have succeeded, obviously. And while 'tis true I have struggled recently between my love of my knight's oath, and the hatred of my apparent legacy, this is not a weakness. No man, no mortal, is without emotion. You yourself are filled with emotion. You are passionate in your servitude of your Lord. You are angry at those who defy him. You are resentful at those who would speak ill of the lord. My emotions do not make me weak, they make me strong and prevent me from becoming a horrible husk of a man. You share the same emotions as I do, meaning that you are just a man. A man in the servitude of what he thinks is the lord, but a man nonetheless.
Sir Owen slides the book away into a pocket, and reaches for the knight's helmet he always wears to the ring. He puts it on now, so that it fits comfortably, and we can see only his eyes, nose and mouth through the slit of the helmet.
Sir Owen: I am no more a leader then you yourself, Scorpion. I am no acknowledged leader, I am simply a soldier on the battlefield. But a soldier who does indeed wish to make the crazy evil zealot go away so we can return to our lives of peace. The planet may be damaged by many, but the convenant made by God ages ago stated he would not intervene after he flooded the world. So why does he intervene now? Paradise will be ressurected, as it states in the good book, paradise is not here on Earth. Paradise, is in heaven. You stand in front of nothing Scorpion. There is no holy brigade of the heavens. There is only you, ranting and raving, and believing you are doing the work of the Lord. It is time you were stopped, before you bring harm upon yourself or anyone else. The only way to stop you from attaining your 'symbol of power', the championship, is to physically make you unable to do so. Thus, I shall. This may indeed be a battle of David versus Goliath, but the scriptures will not change. The outcome will not differ. History will repeat itself, and the giant, the beast, shall still be slain.
Sir Owen bows, and then walks out of the shot, the cameras then fading to black.
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