The True Royal
Posted: Mon Jan 29, 2018 6:55 pm
Debut for my surprise entrant into the rumble. I wanted to do a little more, but as always, time got away from me. Trying to have two people do multiple roleplays with only one computer, it definitely limits things. Sorry for the short one and you'll have to tune into the Royal Rumble results to finally see who the Man in Static is, though like half the fed already knows, small towns what can I say. Lol. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy and good luck to everyone in the rumble.
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It was a normal day as the Royal Rumble Access continued at the Talking Stick Resort Arena. All of the EBWF Universe were enjoying themselves. From young to old, there was something for everyone to do. From taking pictures with the stars of EBWF to commentating your own EBWF match. The energy was strong and everywhere you looked, everyone was having the time of their lives.
Just then, the power in the entire Access area went out. There was complete darkness aside from the red lit exit signs. The crowds all stopped as they all looked around. Was this another EBWF Superstar arriving to Access? Was there some kind of electrical problem? These were the questions going through everyone’s minds. As moments passed in the darkness, all the televisions throughout the area started to flicker. Loud beeps were heard all over as everyone pulled out their phones. Alerts were going off on every single phone. Everyone looked around in confusion as the flickering televisions came to life with the screen full of static. Followed quickly by the loud rumbling of static, televisions became the focal point of the EBWF Universe. Shortly after the static started, a soft voice echoed through…
“He’s here…”
Everyone looked on in confusion as the static in the televisions faded slightly, showing the Man in Static as he stood front and center in the screen. The wolf mask remained on his face as he dressed in a tight fitting suit and tie. Behind him stood a taller man, dress identically as him. The man in the foreground tilted his head as his voice broke out through the static.
Man in Static: I tried to warn you all of the great awakening, but you didn’t listen. You didn’t heed the warnings. No. Instead, you all stood there, like sheep, and watched. Glued to the screens of you life. Your cell phones. Your televisions. The computers you hide behind. You watched.
The camera moved forward. The Man in Static remained the focal point in the center of the screen as he continued.
Man in Static: Not one of you questioned what was happening before you. You sat there. You sat there eating your poisons, drinking your toxins. Stuffing your faces with what you believe is food. You sat there as a helpless woman cried out in pain. Cried out in torture. Begging for her life. Yet you did nothing. And this is what you call Royal.
The masked man behind the Man in Static adjust himself as he shook his head.
Man in Static: You all walk around this arena and you believe yourselves to be Royal, but even now, you all are pinned to your screens as you watch. Wondering, what you’re going to see. Will there be another sacrifice? Will you witness the loss of yet another? What would you do? Would you stand up this time and be Royal and do something? Would you actually surprise yourself by helping another? No. This is not your nature. This is not the nature of a Royal.
He took as pause a large flicker of static covered the screen momentarily.
Man in Static: No. The Royals nature is not that. Instead, you Royals believe yourselves to be invincible. You believe in only yourself. Survival of the fittest. Every man for themselves. You believe that you can just stand there and someone else will do what needs to be done. Yet no one does because they believe the same. Is this truly Royal? Is this ideal truly what will get you through the trials and tribulations of this world? Will this idea of being Royal truly make you the last one standing? No.
He moved. His shoulders dropped as he shifted to the side. He brought his hands up in front of him as he looked down at them.
Man in Static: Being Royal does not mean that you will ascend to the promised land. Being alone will not fulfill the urges of life. These ideals are what is falsely shown to you, leaving you to believe that you yourself, can be Royal. The lies this world shows you, you believe, like sheep. And like all sheep, you will be thrown to the wolves. Replaceable. Every single one of you. No matter if you think you’re different. Even if you believe you’re not a sheep. You still stand there. Glued to this screen, watching me. Listening to me as I teach you all what it truly means to be Royal.
He turned his body back to the camera. His hands remained as his torso as he looked up. His eyes glared through the wolf’s mask.
Man in Static: The true Royal is the one man who stands out from the herd. The true Royal is the one man who takes a lost soul and not only listens to them, but helps them. The true Royal is the one man who gives a lost soul the meaning and believe that they’ve lost. The true Royal does not stand there in believe that he is only one man against the world. Instead, the true Royal stands against the normality that the entire world conforms to. He doesn’t stand ideally by and watch. He does something. He stands up for the small. He stands up for the weak. He stands up against the sinners. He fights the holy fight and brings with him an army. An army not of man, but an army of souls. Souls that he’s saved through pain. Through blood. He brings with him an army of souls that he has purified through the fire. The true Royal knows that he is not alone, and nor does he fight alone. The true Royal is not a man.
The Man in Static looked over his shoulder at his larger friend. He gave him a nod. The larger man walked away leaving only the Man in Static in the shot.
Man in Static: The true Royal is a soul who has surpassed this physical world. The true Royal is a soul who has been chosen by the true Lords. He was chosen not because he is the strongest. He was chosen not because he’s the largest. He was chosen not because he was the fastest. No, the true Royal was chosen because inside his heart, he himself was as pure as the true Lords. He was chosen because he is prophet spoken for thousands of years. A former man that has cleansed himself of all material possessions. A former man that who never thought of himself as alone. The true Royal is a former man, who himself is now a martyr for the true Lords.
The larger man returned behind the Man in Static, but this time, he had him a slender figure woman with a black canvas bag over her head. She stood next to the larger man on the opposite side of the Man in Static.
Man in Static: The true Royal is a soul who takes all those who are lost. All those who follow false prophets and end up just as all of you.
The Man in Static turned to the other side. This time he turned his attention to the woman with the bag over her head. He reached up with his hand and he brushed it against the canvas bag.
Man in Static: If you don’t believe, just ask this soul. She was lost. Just like all of you, she was a sheep. She followed the norms. He face was plastered to her phone. Social media was her sin. She believed in false Gods. She believe there were people out there that cared for her. That loved her. That would stand up and protect her. She believed that there was a savior out there for her.
He caressed the bag for a few seconds longer.
Man in Static: Now. Now she knows that there is only one family for her. Now she has seen the truth. She has been awoken from the illusions that were streamed into her mind by her screens. Now she knows who truly loves her and who will protect her. It’s not her false prophets. No my dear, you no longer have to fear. You have someone that will always protect you.
The Man in Static turned back forward. The three stood still as the camera zoomed out slightly.
Man in Static: You are alone no longer. I am not alone. We are not alone. We walk as one. We live as one.
The larger man lifted his arm up behind the Man in Static as he lifted the black canvas bag off the woman’s head. Beneath the bag, the woman stood in her own wolf mask.
Man in Static: The sheep will be lead to the slaughter. There will be no escape. There will be no retribution. There will only be the true Royal. There will be only us.
The three continued to stand there as the static begun to overtake the screen again. Within the static, bloody letters appeared. The letters spelled out the words, WE’RE HERE. The screen cut off as the lights at Access popped back on as nothing happened.
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It was a normal day as the Royal Rumble Access continued at the Talking Stick Resort Arena. All of the EBWF Universe were enjoying themselves. From young to old, there was something for everyone to do. From taking pictures with the stars of EBWF to commentating your own EBWF match. The energy was strong and everywhere you looked, everyone was having the time of their lives.
Just then, the power in the entire Access area went out. There was complete darkness aside from the red lit exit signs. The crowds all stopped as they all looked around. Was this another EBWF Superstar arriving to Access? Was there some kind of electrical problem? These were the questions going through everyone’s minds. As moments passed in the darkness, all the televisions throughout the area started to flicker. Loud beeps were heard all over as everyone pulled out their phones. Alerts were going off on every single phone. Everyone looked around in confusion as the flickering televisions came to life with the screen full of static. Followed quickly by the loud rumbling of static, televisions became the focal point of the EBWF Universe. Shortly after the static started, a soft voice echoed through…
“He’s here…”
Everyone looked on in confusion as the static in the televisions faded slightly, showing the Man in Static as he stood front and center in the screen. The wolf mask remained on his face as he dressed in a tight fitting suit and tie. Behind him stood a taller man, dress identically as him. The man in the foreground tilted his head as his voice broke out through the static.
Man in Static: I tried to warn you all of the great awakening, but you didn’t listen. You didn’t heed the warnings. No. Instead, you all stood there, like sheep, and watched. Glued to the screens of you life. Your cell phones. Your televisions. The computers you hide behind. You watched.
The camera moved forward. The Man in Static remained the focal point in the center of the screen as he continued.
Man in Static: Not one of you questioned what was happening before you. You sat there. You sat there eating your poisons, drinking your toxins. Stuffing your faces with what you believe is food. You sat there as a helpless woman cried out in pain. Cried out in torture. Begging for her life. Yet you did nothing. And this is what you call Royal.
The masked man behind the Man in Static adjust himself as he shook his head.
Man in Static: You all walk around this arena and you believe yourselves to be Royal, but even now, you all are pinned to your screens as you watch. Wondering, what you’re going to see. Will there be another sacrifice? Will you witness the loss of yet another? What would you do? Would you stand up this time and be Royal and do something? Would you actually surprise yourself by helping another? No. This is not your nature. This is not the nature of a Royal.
He took as pause a large flicker of static covered the screen momentarily.
Man in Static: No. The Royals nature is not that. Instead, you Royals believe yourselves to be invincible. You believe in only yourself. Survival of the fittest. Every man for themselves. You believe that you can just stand there and someone else will do what needs to be done. Yet no one does because they believe the same. Is this truly Royal? Is this ideal truly what will get you through the trials and tribulations of this world? Will this idea of being Royal truly make you the last one standing? No.
He moved. His shoulders dropped as he shifted to the side. He brought his hands up in front of him as he looked down at them.
Man in Static: Being Royal does not mean that you will ascend to the promised land. Being alone will not fulfill the urges of life. These ideals are what is falsely shown to you, leaving you to believe that you yourself, can be Royal. The lies this world shows you, you believe, like sheep. And like all sheep, you will be thrown to the wolves. Replaceable. Every single one of you. No matter if you think you’re different. Even if you believe you’re not a sheep. You still stand there. Glued to this screen, watching me. Listening to me as I teach you all what it truly means to be Royal.
He turned his body back to the camera. His hands remained as his torso as he looked up. His eyes glared through the wolf’s mask.
Man in Static: The true Royal is the one man who stands out from the herd. The true Royal is the one man who takes a lost soul and not only listens to them, but helps them. The true Royal is the one man who gives a lost soul the meaning and believe that they’ve lost. The true Royal does not stand there in believe that he is only one man against the world. Instead, the true Royal stands against the normality that the entire world conforms to. He doesn’t stand ideally by and watch. He does something. He stands up for the small. He stands up for the weak. He stands up against the sinners. He fights the holy fight and brings with him an army. An army not of man, but an army of souls. Souls that he’s saved through pain. Through blood. He brings with him an army of souls that he has purified through the fire. The true Royal knows that he is not alone, and nor does he fight alone. The true Royal is not a man.
The Man in Static looked over his shoulder at his larger friend. He gave him a nod. The larger man walked away leaving only the Man in Static in the shot.
Man in Static: The true Royal is a soul who has surpassed this physical world. The true Royal is a soul who has been chosen by the true Lords. He was chosen not because he is the strongest. He was chosen not because he’s the largest. He was chosen not because he was the fastest. No, the true Royal was chosen because inside his heart, he himself was as pure as the true Lords. He was chosen because he is prophet spoken for thousands of years. A former man that has cleansed himself of all material possessions. A former man that who never thought of himself as alone. The true Royal is a former man, who himself is now a martyr for the true Lords.
The larger man returned behind the Man in Static, but this time, he had him a slender figure woman with a black canvas bag over her head. She stood next to the larger man on the opposite side of the Man in Static.
Man in Static: The true Royal is a soul who takes all those who are lost. All those who follow false prophets and end up just as all of you.
The Man in Static turned to the other side. This time he turned his attention to the woman with the bag over her head. He reached up with his hand and he brushed it against the canvas bag.
Man in Static: If you don’t believe, just ask this soul. She was lost. Just like all of you, she was a sheep. She followed the norms. He face was plastered to her phone. Social media was her sin. She believed in false Gods. She believe there were people out there that cared for her. That loved her. That would stand up and protect her. She believed that there was a savior out there for her.
He caressed the bag for a few seconds longer.
Man in Static: Now. Now she knows that there is only one family for her. Now she has seen the truth. She has been awoken from the illusions that were streamed into her mind by her screens. Now she knows who truly loves her and who will protect her. It’s not her false prophets. No my dear, you no longer have to fear. You have someone that will always protect you.
The Man in Static turned back forward. The three stood still as the camera zoomed out slightly.
Man in Static: You are alone no longer. I am not alone. We are not alone. We walk as one. We live as one.
The larger man lifted his arm up behind the Man in Static as he lifted the black canvas bag off the woman’s head. Beneath the bag, the woman stood in her own wolf mask.
Man in Static: The sheep will be lead to the slaughter. There will be no escape. There will be no retribution. There will only be the true Royal. There will be only us.
The three continued to stand there as the static begun to overtake the screen again. Within the static, bloody letters appeared. The letters spelled out the words, WE’RE HERE. The screen cut off as the lights at Access popped back on as nothing happened.