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The Valley of Misfortune pt. 2
Topic Started: Aug 16 2012, 09:39 PM (154 Views)
The Beast
Beast
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With a frown on his sun-burnt face, the mighty Wildebeest stood under the tallest tree in the entire forest. At the top, inside of a nest, alongside some eggs, sat the Book of Wrestling that meant the world to him. Without it, he was just another nobody among a roster filled with nobodies.

He had to get it back.

But how?

A ray of sun that beamed around a limp above scorched his face as he stared up the massive climb. He planned it all out and predicted all of the possibilities of problems. But still... as he reach out and touched the sticky bark, and glanced up, he couldn't help but think he was about to climb to heaven, with the height of the tree and the way the blue sky made for the background of all the limps that stood in his way.

At the end of the highest branch, of the tallest tree in the deepest forest sat a nest. Inside it were three eggs and a book. Black with red lettering that read "The Book of Wrestling" and a cut in the bottom from the claws of a bird. Mockingly, that same bird, who sat a few feet away, chirped and chirped, proud of its accomplishment.

"I'm coming! I'm coming to get you!"


Although he shouted, he wasn't sure if his Book of Wrestling heard his cries.

Ripping off his jacket and shirt, revealing the battle scars of many battles and the hairy body of a real man, he backed up. The tree stood before him as an opponent. And like the opponents he'd face in a few days on pay-per-view, he was about to defeat it with three things:

Strength
. Strength so unbearably dominating that any opponent with the misfortune of standing in its way would be crushed. The Wildebeest charged in at the tree and leaped up to the lowest branch of the tallest tree in the deepest forest. He swung from it for a second or two and then pulled himself up enough to throw a leg over it and capture some balance.

Toughness
. Toughness so unstoppable that anyone who tried to take him down would only be met with shock when he stood back up after their biggest and baddest moves. The bark ripped his flesh and bruised his body like a toughest, sharper ring as he climbed up the tree. Sometimes he'd leap from one tree branch to the other. Other times he'd wrap his arms and legs around the base of the tree and slowly inch up it.

Determination.


"I'm almost there!"


He shouted out, as he passed the mid-way point, scaring away a flock of birds that soured off into the bright blue sky.

Determination that would never allow him to stop. A determination programmed into his brain through months of reading the Book of Wrestling and years of searching for the answers from the Gods of the Ring.

The cloud brought in by the breeze began to rain down over the tree after a strike of lightning scurried across the sky and thunder roared through the forest. The water felt good against his skin, washing out the cuts that the bark had left, but he didn't let that make him happy, as he knew the rain water would only make the travel to the top even tougher.

Every time he glanced up to plan out his next move, rain washed over his eyes and forced him to wipe it away. A lot of the time he found himself blindly climbing especially after the storm clouds swallowed up the blue sky.

Bare feet stomped through bark, then re-positioned, and then pushed up to the second highest branch on the tallest tree in the deepest forest during a fierce thunder storm that felt closer than it was so high in the sky.

Despite nearly slipping, Wildebeest found his grip on the branch and straddled it. He ran his hand through his hair, pushing it back out of his face, and then glanced around him. Miles and miles of trees that looked like grass from so high in the sky. The dark storm cloud went on for miles, covering the sky from the closest mountain in the west to the closest mountain in the west.

Then, he looked up and saw two evil beady eyes glaring down at him.

A vicious screech and then wings opened. The bird dived down and aimed to rip flesh out of Wildebeest's face, but missed as the large man fell off the branch, using his legs and arms to dangle from the highest branch of the tallest tree in the deepest forest.

From this position, he could only focus on two things:

The nest a few feet above him. He could see the edge of his most prized possession. How badly did he want to grab it and touch it and hold it. But that had to wait because...

The bird came flying back at him, screeching into the heavens as thunder roared around them. The next thing he knew, he felt an agonizing pain in his side where the bird ripped flesh from his body.

But he didn't get upset. He didn't mind the pain. Because he felt his Book of Wrestling's pain. And the connection made him feel even closer to the Book of the Wrestling.

"Hold on, baby!"


Drops of blood dropped from the sky to the earth along with the rain as Wildebeest pulled himself up onto the branch once again. He glanced around the skies in search for the bird but all he found was rain being pulled by the wind.

He crawled toward the base of the tree and began to climb up onto the highest branch of the tallest tree of the deepest forest, as the most fiercesome storm surrounded him.

As he pulled himself up onto the top branch, he heard the screech again. He glared toward it, rain water pouring down his face and soaking in his beard. Like a demon, he saw the black bird sour through the storm, a strike of lightning beaming down to earth behind it. He saw it pull back its claws and prepare to rip more flesh from his skin again...

But not this time!

Wildebeest grabbed the bird by the neck with a free arm, using the other to keep his balance. With incredible strength, he pulled his arm back and slung the bird down to Earth. He watched as it disappeared into the fog beneath him and the many branches, leaving behind only a screech.

Wildebeest scooted closer and closer to the nest, eyes filled with the wonderment and the excitement of a man reaching a goal set over an hour ago.

Inside it, he found a puddle of rain water, under three eggs and his Book of Wrestling.

Joy crept across his face as rain water poured down it. He reach out with both arms and grabbed his most prized possession. His hand wiped away the rain over "Book of Wrestling" and he hugged it close to his bare, scratched up, wet chest.

Then there was a screech.

And this feeling of claws digging into his face.

And then this feeling of falling through the air. As lightning lit the clouds. And thunder echoed through the mountains.

On his way to the earth, he must have hit three or four branches. Breaking them all, bruising his body in a different place for each. Eventually, he hit the ground with a loud thud. Pieces of wood followed, some of them striking him. Leafs followed them, gently falling over him, like the rain.

He wanted to pass out.

He wanted the pain to go away.

But that had to wait. He forced his eyes open. That god damn bird soared in circle overhead. Or maybe it was a crow ready to eat him. It was something like that. He ignored it and rolled onto his side very gingerly. Moving pieces of wood and sweeping away leafs, he pulled in his Book of Wrestling and held it close to his chest.

Then he passed out, as the rain fell, and the pain slipped away.
---

"Wake up."


Everything was fuzzy. And he felt sore. And nothing really seemed real, except the leathery book in his arms.

"If we're to compete together soon, I can't have you dying out here under this tree."


The figure was tall and was familiar but really foggy through eyes that'd slept through a night of rain. He heard his footsteps and he noticed a few things but as he sat up and held his head he wondered if he was still dreaming or if this man or the sun blinding him were just apart of a dream.

"Team Swag... heh, heh, heh. Even in your state right now, you could single-handedly take them both out. And me. I'd leave them re-thinking their careers in just a few short minutes."


A few feet away, by a dying fire, was a burnt bird on a stick. Well, what was left of a bird. A few feet away, to another direction, were a collection of black feathers.

Wildebeest wiped his eyes and stood up. Surprisingly, the God's of Wrestling had blessed him with much less pain than he expected. He turned around and faced the man that'd woken him.

Priest.


His partner going into the pay-per-view match against Team Swag. Two inferior men battling two parasites of both the world of wrestling and modern civilization. Wildebeest smirked at the thought of calling such a massacre a match.

"How did you find Wildebeest?"


The Priest circled the ill-made camp site with a staff in one hand and a large knife strapped to his side. Glancing off into the distance, at a waterfall a few yards away, he responded cryptically.

"I've got my ways."


He glanced over at the bearded monster.

"Normally I'd be let down if my partner for a big match spent his time hurting himself instead of preparing. But as I said, our opponents will present us no challenge. We will be fine."


Wildebeest coughed and felt the need to explain himself.

"Wildebeest didn't intend for any of it to happen. Bird stole Book."


Priest smirked.

"Biggest mistake of its life, as it would seem."


Wildebeest glanced back down at the bird, roasting over a dying fire. He glared at it as he held onto his book tight.

"Do not worry about Wildebeest. Or anything. Wildebeest will stand over these weak little parasites and play with them like mice. And when the time comes, when the God of the Time Keeper calls, Wildebeest will grab them and SNAP THEM LIKE TWIGS. Like little twigs in my massive hands!"


The Priest chuckled, as he hovered around behind The Wildebeest like a shadow.

"Considering what you did to these branches, I would love to see what you could do to twigs like them."


The Wildebeest snarled like an animal as he joined in on the laugh, his Book of Wrestling held tightly in his arms.

"Team Swag; whoever you are, whatever you do, keep this in mind. It will all end the night that you step into the ring with the Wildebeest. Your dreams. Your ambitions. Your goals and your plans. All gone the second you step into the ring with the Chosen Beast."


A cloud rolled over the majestic sun and gifted the newly formed team with shade.

"Reconsideration is recommended."


Wildebeest gave the idea a nod of approval and gestured toward the Book he'd spent the previous day fighting to the death over.

"You may be fooled into believing that you have the skills to defeat our fearsome pairing. The world may have fooled you into believing you're fast enough, strong enough, smart enough to handle the unstoppable frenzy of unpredictable assaults coming your way at our hands. But don't be so naive. This book, Wildebeest's Book of Wrestling, has detailed every move that I need to make to counteract your weak strategies and then hit you, when you least expect it, harder than you've ever been hit before."


The Book of Wrestling found sunlight through the clouds. The black leather wasn't as bright as before, after taking the rain. And the cuts at the bottom right corner were still fresh from the birds claws. But he still held it like it was gold.

"Wildebeest's Book of Wrestling has plotted out years of actions and counter-actions that will lead to utter dominance over the insignificant insects currently making up the roster, scurrying around looking for hope in dark places, for a chance that they believe will sling-shot them into super-stardom. The thing is. That hope in the dark place, is Wildebeest! That opportunity at super-stardom, is WILDEBEEST."


The Priest smirked behind him, happy with these words of dominance. He could feel the venom in Wildebeest's words and they were like verbal encouragement that this newly found team would work.

"Such an opportunity is nothing to be excited about. Such an opportunity is something to stay awake at night, thinking about. Like death, or pain, the idea of stepping the ring with the Wildebeest is something that should haunt your realm of thoughts like an intense grip of dread. Because such an opportunity is not an opportunity. It's a sentence of punishment handed to you by your crooked managers for reasons unimportant and unknown to anyone that matters. But in time, you'll see that the day you stepped into the ring with the Wildebeest will be remembered by all as nothing more than a public demonstration of absolute dominance unseen in New Era before."


"The night that the world became aware of New Era's true future."


"The night that Priest and Wildebeest shocked the world."


Both men smirked, as if posing together. Wildebeest in front, standing tall and dominate, his muscles displayed proudly in the shady day. Priest behind him, standing with his back toward Wildebeest, but his eyes on the camera.
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