Post by xflame on Oct 31, 2007 18:41:28 GMT -5
It's deep into the night and the camera crew are out and about. Normally they would not be, but they have been called on a special request by one Michael Xavier. Seems that Michael has caught wind of the vacancy that plagues the Devil's Playground match. Three spots where open, and only five people had spoken their word on why they should be involved in the match. Michael would make it six. Meaning three would not get in. Three would get in and rise up to even better fame for just being in the match. In the spotlight, that's what it all boils down to, isn't it? Or is there another reason why Michael would be doing this?
Hallows Eve was always a weird time for Michael. He would turn just a little bit weirder. It was in this that he could always produce some of his best stuff when it came to wrestling. Wrestling had always been Michael's calling. He was good at it, there was no doubt. Even if his recent lack of success had been piling against him, he would not deter in his quest. But enough babble, let's carry on, shall we?
The camera crew stopped at the location that Michael had specified. They did not see him yet, so they began to setup. They were advised to not bring any lighting, so they were rather curious as to how they were going to film without any lights. It's impossible to be able to do any filming at all...unless the light was provided. Once they were finished setting up, one of the crew members noticed a small area about 12 feet infront of them. He went over to investigate it. As he stood over it and looked down, a sudden trail of fire was lit and made a bee line towards this pit. One of the other crew members noticed and pulled him back just in time as the fire exploded once it hit the pit, which would of surely taken his face off. And as if a miracle occured, the light had been given. But who, who was the giver of light? The figure stepped forth and it was Michael Xavier.
[/i]Hallows Eve was always a weird time for Michael. He would turn just a little bit weirder. It was in this that he could always produce some of his best stuff when it came to wrestling. Wrestling had always been Michael's calling. He was good at it, there was no doubt. Even if his recent lack of success had been piling against him, he would not deter in his quest. But enough babble, let's carry on, shall we?
The camera crew stopped at the location that Michael had specified. They did not see him yet, so they began to setup. They were advised to not bring any lighting, so they were rather curious as to how they were going to film without any lights. It's impossible to be able to do any filming at all...unless the light was provided. Once they were finished setting up, one of the crew members noticed a small area about 12 feet infront of them. He went over to investigate it. As he stood over it and looked down, a sudden trail of fire was lit and made a bee line towards this pit. One of the other crew members noticed and pulled him back just in time as the fire exploded once it hit the pit, which would of surely taken his face off. And as if a miracle occured, the light had been given. But who, who was the giver of light? The figure stepped forth and it was Michael Xavier.
Play with fire, and you will get burned. That's always been my moto, more or less. You see fire, is one of the prominant forces that is still a mystery to us even though we have uncovered so much. How it's created, how it works. The destruction it can do and the saving it can do. It's almost God like, in a way. Fire, is something I have always amired, even respected. At one time, it was my best friend. But there is one important thing here. It never made me an enemy, and for that, I am greatful.
But why am I mentioning fire? What could it possibly have to do with anything? Well let me explain to all of you that may not understand. Let me shed some...light...[/b]
Michael points to the fire behind him and chuckles a bit, then returns his hand to his side.[/i]
On the matter at hand. You see, Devil's Night is home to the Devil's playground. An event that is sought out by many, but only few will get to participate, will get to play. Many will be burned, but one, one will survive. I am that fire that will burn the others. I am throwing my name into the quest to vie a spot in the Devil's Playground. Many of us have our share of demons, but none have more than me. I know what it's like to be tormented, day in and day out. I know what it's like to be burned by those I've trusted. I also know what it's like to burn those that have betrayed me. And it's in these experiences that have truly taught me how life is.
So other's can make the claim that they deserve the chance to be put into this match, but for those watching this. Ask yourselves this. Are you ready to be burned? Are you ready to be scarred beyond anything that you have ever imagined? Can you even conceive the idea of what you will face when you fight this fight against a fire that will never die, that will never quit? That will always seek to cause you the most damage possible? Is this what you really want? Can you even fathom what it will be like after this match is done and you have failed yet again to prove anything to those that require proving to? If so, then there is no true way of saving you...Except by fire. And I am that fire that will save you. And if you truly, do not believe me...then watch this and watch it carefully...[/b]
Michael walked over to the fire pit and knelt down. He stared into the fire what seemed like minutes. Then some words were uttered from his mouth, almost as if he was saying a prayer of some kind. He then rose to his feet, but not before plunging his hand and arm into the fire pit. The camera crew was going absolutely crazy as Michael was putting on this show. But they could do nothing but just record it. Michael then took out his arm and hand and raised to his feet. To the camera crews amazement, there in Michael's hand, was a true, ball of fire. Michael's are and clothes were not burned. Either this was a trick, or they were seeing the real thing. But, in this day and age, it was hard to figure out what was real and what wasn't. Without warning, Michael through the ball of fire towards what seemed emptyness and darkness. About twenty feet away and almost instantly the ball of fire exploded and a face of the devil himself appeared. About half of the camera crew jumped back and fell down at the explosion. The camera panned over to the giant face. It seemed so life like. While the camera was on the face, Michael walked over so he was in view of the camera.[/i]
So, ask yourself this. Who is truly worthy of participating in this match? Who will truly save you from the devil himself. You might say Jesus, but that is the wrong answer. Why? Is Jesus among us? Some say so. Others say no. Perception of reality is all that it comes down to. And my reality, which will be the same as yours is this. I am the true one that will fight in the Devil's Playground and win. I will be the one true fire that burns in XWA. And believe me when I say, you will all burn.....[/b]
And within mere seconds, it was like nothing had ever happened. There was no fire pit, there was no devil's face, and there was no Michael Xavier. They had all vanished, right infront of their eyes. This night was truly becomming more and more weird for them. They quickly gathered their things, packed up the camera equipment and made their way back towards the XWA arena..[/i][/center]