Darkness meets Light
Sunshine lit up the perfect blue sky as white fluffy clouds floated on by overhead, calmness and serenity the order of the day as a lush green meadow rolled out as far as the eye could see, various spots had flowers growing, daisies, roses, chrysanthenums and poppies the most frequently seen in the soft, bouncy grass below the feet, an oak standing proudly in the distance, it's branches covered in the most glorious green leaves you could possibly imagine and the branches themselves outstretched several feet, the trunk itself upright and proud, almost as if this tree was proud of it's beauty and of the surrounding area in which it stood. The sound of children's laughter and genteel female voices hung on the air, flowing freely with the gentle breeze, carried off across the land, past the oak as it turned its branches to listen to the sounds. A lone figure appeared as a silhouette walking casually towards the tree, making it as we get a glimpse of his flowing blonde hair and white apparel, the t-shirt and pants the same shimmering white colour as he puts a hand on the trunk of the oak tree, sliding his hand down it before turning away and sitting on the soft grass, leaning back against the tree as he stretches out one leg on the ground, his other knee raised with his foot flat on the ground. We slowly get closer and find that he looks familiar, blonde facial hair adorning his chin, his piercing blue eyes staring ahead at the flowing lush land before him as he sighs. His wings unfold from his back and spread out wide, the feathers looking perfect as he closes his eyes and rests the back of his head against the tree, slowly slipping into the world of dreams.
The peace and tranquility was suddenly shattered as a voice awoke him from his slumber, a hard shake making him open his eyes and look around, staring up at the face of his friend, another man in white with short blonde hair and blue eyes, his wings slightly smaller but equally as impressive to look at.
"You have to come with me now, you're expected", he said, his face betraying his sorrow at something.
"Go where? What's going on?" he replied, eager to learn more and wondering what was wrong. His friend's face was usually so full of joy and excitement, this was the first time he'd seen him like this
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"You're needed at an important meeting in the Main Chamber."
This was unexpected, the Main Chamber was where He worked and only a few got to go into that room, half never came out and the other half were seen rarely, albeit much larger than before. If he was needed in the Main Chamber, what could be so special about him that HE was the one who was sought out? He rose to his feet and followed his friend as they walked across the meadow, coming to a large white citadel full of huge arches and bell towers, various large and small buildings with people walking around smiling and talking to each other, all of them wearing white with glorious wings. Smiling happy faces greet them as they walk through the bustling streets and make their way towards a large building, the biggest of them all, looking much like a version of Madison Square Garden only much bigger and totally white. Large guards stand at the doors as they look at the piece of parchment handed to them, nodding and acknowedging the two men before opening the large wooden grandiose doors. They walk into the building, the doors closing with a thud and an echo behind them as they make their way down a long hall, paintings of Archangels andother Heavenly creatures adorning their flanks as they head towards a set of golden doors. The doors open by themselves as the two friends make their way closer to them, a large antichamber opening up before them adorned with fine art, statues and sculptures, large red velvet drapes hanging from ceiling to floor as a large bright livht surrounds a figure to the point of leaving the only impression being that this figure is male. The two friends bowed, dropping to a knee before the figure.
"My children", said the voice, booming, clear and full of pride and authority. "I have called you here to inform you of something with which I was greatly saddened. Word has reached me that you have fallen in love with a human female Dazz, a female who is blasphemous and believes against me, who worships falsehoods and praises herself. She is on her way to the wrong path, avoiding the righteous and clearing a path for herself to my former child, who now exists in his own world of agony and pain. This female could never reach my kingdom and yet you still love her, have even fornicated with this future heathen and have thus condemned yourself to live on her plane until your time of judgment, where I shall decide whether to allow you back to my side or to send you to the nether realm where Satan himself resides. I'm apologetic for my actions and assure you my intentions are to forgive but you have to settle for this punishment to the crime you committed against your Brotherhood's eternal promise and deal with the consequences until further notice. I wish you well my son."
With that, Dazz felt the ground beneath him slowly soften as he slowly sunk into it, watching as his friend and his Lord Almighty stared at him disappearing into the floor below, closing again solid as the last of his blonde hair went out of sight. Down he went, further and further, gaining rapid speed as he fell through the air, nothing but black around him, couldn't see his hand in front of his face as he began to freefall, not knowing where he was going, how far he'd fell, where he'd land and if he'd survive. A white light suddenly appeared below him as he twisted and turned in nothingness, hurtling towards it at high velocity. He closed his eyes as the winds whistled, hurting him, causing a stinging feeling and also to block out whatever may be on the other end of the light, if he was to suddenly end right now he didn't want to see his fate as he hurtled towards the ground. His body felt something push against it as he fell through whatever it was, the feeling of being underwater as he opened his eyes, seeing nothing but the bottom of a lake, looking around and then upwards as he pushed his arms and legs to swim to the surface. His head and shoulders emerged from the water with a gas as he regained oxygen into his lungs, kicking his legs and pushing his arms out as he slowly made his way towards the shore, crawling onto the banks and lying on his back, breathing hard as he relaxed. His clothes, skin and hair was soaked to the bone as he lay there, catching his breath for a few moments before sitting up and looking into the lake. What he saw both surprised and confused him. His blonde hair had changed to jet black somewhere between being in Heaven and landing here, wherever here was. Noticeably absent were his giant and very beautiful wings, missing from his back with not even stumps remaining as if they never existed. This troubled him deeply as he knelt by the banks of the lake and looked up to the Heavens, pleading silently as tears welled up in his blue eyes. The water continued to ripple gently before him and a second reflection appeared over his shoulder, that of a man with long black hair, brown eyes and a thin black strip of facial hair along his jawline. He stood in a grey shirt and a smile on his face as Dazz noticed him standing there. "Howdy stranger, everything ok?" His demeanour seemed pleasant as he watched Dazz turn to face him, looking over his shoulder before swivelling his entire body around to greet this stranger, using his hands to rise to his feet and look this man in the eye. "My name's Jason, Jason Stylez, pleased to meet you, errr....." He extended a hand towards him, smiling as he waited for an answer. "I'm Dazz, no last name if you don't mind". "Not at all Dazz," he said, shaking him by the hand and smiling furtively as they got acquainted with each other.
"So, new here?" Jason asked as the two men stood by the lakeside. Dazz didn't know how Stylez had known such a thing, perhaps the nearest populated area was small enough for everyone to be knowledgable about each other and recognise a new face to the area. "Yeah, I guess so," came the reply, "where am I?" "Earth", Jason replied, surprising Dazz to no end, not the answer he was expecting at all. Stylez saw the confusion on his new acquaintance's face and laughed slightly, his chest rolling gently up and down. "I came from Heaven too, was banished for something I did and sent down to Earth until Judgment Day where it'd be decided whether I can get back into God's kingdom or be sent to Hell". Dazz nodded in agreement, amazed at this revelation with which he was informed. These two former angels were similar in so many ways, both had been kicked out of Heaven as a punishment for something they'd done. Now they were on Earth together, as brethren. Stylez gave Dazz a look then spoke another time. "So we're both fallen angels, maybe we should stick together until the day of judgment". Dazz looked at Jason, watching his gaze as it remained on this new former angel that had appeared on Earth, his wings missing and his hair turned jet black, confused at his situation but willing to be helped by Stylez who had also been placed in this predicament. Dazz replied, unsure of why he was saying this but at the same time welcoming some support with a resounding "Yes", feeling gratitude for this man's offer to help. These two men, who had dubbed themselves Fallen Angelz, walked side by side away from the lake and towards the openness of this land to which they had been banished until their time of judgment, speaking together of their times in Heaven at God's side, their roles in His kingdom and why they were sent to this Earth plane to become mortals.
As they walked, Jason turned to Dazz, his jovial expression gone for a moment. "There's something I have to tell you", he said as he gained his companion's ear and acknowledged his new audience before continuing. "There’s another who walks this Earth, who treads in darkness and revels in it rather than wallowing and wishing he was back up there, where the light shines brightly. They say he’s always had a way of striking fear into a person’s heart just by looking at them, square in the eye." The thought of another man being here on this desolate world and struck fear into both mortals and former heavenly beings intrigued Dazz, wondering what this person was like, if indeed it was a person and not a form which would take shape and become whatever he feared most. He felt those answers would never come and not even Stylez seemed to have knowledge on the subject so this topic was left as it was, no questions asked and no lies told. They continued their journey, across a vast lush area of greenery although not quite so splendid as they were used to in Heaven until finally reaching a small village together. Its buildings looked to be made of stone in an earlier time, the walls corroding away, bits of rock on the ground nearby and some of the buildings, formerly houses centuries ago, had now crumbled to ruins. As Jason and Dazz walked around this ruined village, they became startled when they heard a noise behind them, as if a piece of a house had been thrown nearby to get their attention. They turned to the direction the stone had came from and saw a man standing there, his hair long past his shoulders and a dark brown colour, his eyes piercing and tattoos on both arms trailing off at the wrists with an abrupt halt on one end while the other rested where the shoulder joint lay. He stood with hands clasped together, rubbing them as he smirked gleefully at the two men staring at him.
"Hello Dazz, good to see you again"……
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You rise
You fall
You're down, then you rise again
What don't kill ya make ya more strong
You rise
You fall
You're down, then you rise again
What don't kill ya make ya more strong
Rise, fall, down, rise again
What don't kill ya make ya more strong
Rise, fall, down, rise again
What don't kill ya make ya more strong
Through black days
Through black nights
Through pitch black insights
Breaking your teeth on the hard life coming
(Show....your.....scars)
Cutting your feet on the hard earth running
(Show....your....scars)
Breaking your life, broken, beat and scarred
But we die hard
The dawn
The death
The fight to the final breath
What don't kill ya make ya more strong
The dawn
The death
The fight to the final breath
What don't kill ya make ya more strong
Dawn, death, fight, final breath
What don't kill ya make ya more strong
Dawn, death, fight, final breath
What don't kill ya make ya more strong
They scratch me
They scrape me
They cut and rape me
Breaking your teeth on the hard life coming
(Show....your.....scars)
Cutting your feet on the hard earth running
(Show....your....scars)
Breaking your life, broken, beat and scarred
But we die hard
Breaking your teeth on the hard life coming
(Show....your.....scars)
Cutting your feet on the hard earth running
(Show....your....scars)
Bleeding your soul in a hard luck story
(Show....your....scars)
Spilling your blood in the hot sun's glory
(Show....your....scars)
Breaking your life, broken, beat and scarred
But we die hard
We die hard
We die hard
Broken, Beat & Scarred - Metallica
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Two halves of the same whole
Yin and yang
Darkness and light
Pain and pleasure
All are meant to evoke feelings of duality, of a double sided entity such as a coin with both parts belonging to the same object while also representing wholly different aspects of life. Just like a coin with one side representing forward motion, prosperity and fulfilment and the other taking the form of the past, of backwards movement and decay, these two men were both part of the same world yet very different in the way they cut a swathe through the competition they adored.
Mutual respect giving way at times to competitiveness and sometimes taking a step back to consider the wider options becoming an irresponsibility, deeming it an unthinkable tactic and preferring to go full force at one another until both are in need or replenishment and one cannot survive any longer. It was a constant battle, meeting every once in a while to engage in physical combat to try to see which will prevail overall, little fights breaking out and being settled but the war still ongoing with no end in sight. Almost like in the comic books when no matter where in the world he is or what he’s doing, Wolverine is always tracked down by arch rival Sabretooth before engaging in a battle to the death, the more feral of the two doing so just to prove he can.
Indeed, while Priest’s method was more feral and focused on sheer physical impact and force, Dazz in the meantime liked to use his athleticism, putting it to good use mixed in with his own strength and submission ability – plus high flying tendencies and martial arts training – in his own fight for survival against this hulking, physically imposing and dominant man.
The Messiah of Metal himself is shown with his long dark hair flowing over his shoulders, spilling gently onto a dark t-shirt bearing the legend “RIP Ryan Coleman” and an image of his cousin, recently shot dead during a robbery at a store. His sideburns are carefully trimmed and shaped on his face while his blue eyes are covered by dark Gucci sunglasses, reflecting a circle of light from an overhead bulb in the white painted corridor, an irony considering his opponent’s message about light and shade before their contest. With a sigh to gather his thoughts, this talented legend in the wrestling world as well as the heavy metal world begins his own foray into wrestling promos for the first time in a while.
Dazz: My Mayhem opponent this week happens to be Priest, a man I have come to know extremely well over the years. It’s kind of funny but we’d heard of one another and crossed paths over the years in several different companies but it wasn’t until 2005 when we finally met inside a ring in front of the fans. Of course we met again several times after that, Priest beating me in one memorable submission match while he held the CWF World Heavyweight championship, a title he became the last to hold before CWF was shockingly sold to Anthony Wallace and merged to form Motor City Wrestling just over two years ago.
Now here we are, our first MCW meeting and my first MCW match on this television show since I qualified to fight Rayne Young in the Whitecloud Memorial tournament, the very tribute I created to remember somebody who touched our lives.
That’s where we have a similarity Priest, not only in the several World titles we’ve won but the fact that Whitecloud was a part of our careers in some shape or form. One more similarity is the fact we’re classed as legends and are thus involved in a Legends match for these MCW fans this week.
It made me laugh though, watching your promo, listening to your words of wisdom and threats and finding myself not only drawn towards the screen to listen carefully to every word you said but also finding myself with the same mindset, the same way of thinking as you. The only difference is that, while we both walked the same path for our entire careers, while we’ve both ended up where we are in the here and now, those similarities have a duality and a difference, an unexplainable phenomenon where we’re both similar yet vastly different all at once.
While you willingly tread the path of darkness and shadow, I find myself walking that fine line, stumbling into both the realm you claim as your own as well as that which you despise with every essence. I’ve had a foot in both darkness and light my whole career, my footsteps in each dimension either very prominent during some aspects or very carefully placed and gentle, either keeping myself focused on the task at hand and the fans or being heavy along my journey when I decide to do everything in my power to enlighten the fans or choose to win no matter what the cost or casualty list.
You try to remain as one of this industry’s most evil and feared villains while I walk the line I choose, deciding when people should see me as a Prince of Darkness or as their Saviour. You see Priest, that is just one difference between us that you pointed out but I have elaborated upon, the fact that you control your actions and inner feelings to remain a shadowy figure haunting the nightmares of your opponents and the fans while I on the other hand have never enjoyed boxing myself into one or the other. While our previous meetings inside the ring have seen me enjoying the warm bathing glow of all that is pure, fans heralding my entrance into their lives with the utmost joy and praise to make me feel as if I’m floating on air, carried by a chorus of heavenly angels into the light, I also have that dark streak that you so grip tightly for your own needs.
You’ve seen me when I used my group Chaos A.D. over the years to obliterate anyone foolish enough to oppose us, you’ve seen when I’ve dressed as my own half brother Jason Stylez to not only invoke fear but also shock when I reveal myself as the real culprit, gaining the upper hand over not only a championship opponent but the very fans who at times appreciate and applaud my actions and at others can’t wait to boo and jeer what they see as unfairness.
The comparison between us as well as the difference, you love to compare us to God and Satan but the truth of the matter is, while at first it may seem that way, in truth we are not. Satan was under God’s command until he was cast down as a fallen angel and despite creating his own dark version of Heaven where the tortured souls spend eternity in damnation rather than bliss, he is still seen by some as a jealous underling. I’ve never been your underling nor have you been mine, we’ve both been dominant and never been in anybody’s shadows.
There’s a kind of unknowing, a lack of knowledge about us though Priest. While you are indeed a legend, there are some out there who are ignorant to your many accomplishments for this industry, just like with me there are those ignorant of what I’ve done for professional wrestling while they cheer on the latest flavour of the month or those overrated pieces of meat treated by management as gods while those of us who truly worked hard and revolutionised an industry are left on the forgotten pile, brought out for special feature matches once in a blue moon while those talentless hacks are named as legends and the very best in wrestling somehow.
We both hate that, we’ve discussed it in the past and this match will help us bring back something that we’ve wanted to see for a while, a great contest between two people who are both similar yet so different in many ways. Light and dark, shadow and brightness, good and evil, powerful and athletic, all combining to create one perfect, equal fission that helps make the world what it is for everybody in existence. Can the man who drives in darkness become the evil holy man leading the MCW sermon or will we see a Messiah of Mayhem? We’ll find that out on Sunday Priest.
And with that, Dazz rises to his feet, stepping away as the screen catches the sounds of his echoing footsteps walking away before abruptly ending without warning.
The End
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