Ready to Fight Once More (o2a)

[Osiris]

Otherworld plays over the PA system, and Osiris walked out to a XWA event for the first time in a while. He walks out, looking at this new crowd that he's never performed in front of before. He gets into the ring and is handed a mic.

Osiris: This is very interesting to me. I have never been here to Japan, so all this is very new to me. But that's not why I am out here. I took a break from performing in XWA because of my recent losses. I took much punishment just so I could continue, hoping to get a victory. This body can only take so much. But now that I'm rested, I'm ready to fight. I'm issuing a open challenge to anyone in the locker room, in any type of match. So whoever wants a fight, I'm standing right here.

[lash]

{{Static fills the jumbotron before the image of a darkened room becomes visible. Only but a faint light glimmers, and in this light stands a single static figure. The voice of the man known as Khryst begins to speak.}}

How frail is the soul of man? It is at the same time our greatest strength, and our most obvious weakness.

Weakness.

You. A man who fashions himself a god. A man who has taken on the moniker of "Osiris". The Egyptian lord or the underworld. The god of death. A being of limitless power. Yet you...fall oh so short of his deity. But why? Is it because you lack what is needed to truly live up to that moniker? No. No...I don't think that's it. It's because you don't believe...

{{Khryst turns and steps closer into the light as so more of his grim, pale visage can be seen.}}

We are a lot alike, you an I. But where you end, my friend...I begin. Where you stop, I start. And that is because I, unlike you...have shed the wanton fear of defeat, or pain, or agony a long time ago. I don't run from the fact that my bones can be broken, or my flesh torn. I embrace it. Because is that not what it means to be free? To truly be one with one's soul? Wins and losses have little meaning to me. It's the message that matters. You've failed to get your message across because you think...the way they think. You fashion yourself in the name of Osiris, the god. But you perpetuate yourself in the manner of the sheep. The sheep who live there lives focused on needless ideologies such as happiness. Love. Success. Ideologies that are programmed in our heads since the moment we are born, and we chase until the day we die. False ideologies. There is only one constant. Only one ideology above all other things that will never change, no matter how far we advance as a species. No matter how great the minds of the world achieve breakthrough after breakthrough.

SUFFERING.

From the wealthiest man in the world to the poorest wretch on the street, we all suffer. Pain is the one and only thing that we have that all mankind share. We all feel it the same way. When our bones are broken, we scream. When our flesh is torn, we bleed. Mankind is destined to be it's own end. So why fear that end? Why not embrace it. Challenge it. Destruction is the one and only true end to all things. For from Destruction comes creation. So come...let me destroy the "old" Osiris, so that a new man can be born more fitting of his name.

{{A sadistic smile creeps on to his psychotic face. He stands in wait of Osiris' response.}}

[Osiris]

Osiris just stares at the tron, for probably the first time in his life, listens to what another has to say. And he was right. He did walk away simply because of the suffering. Upon hearing Kryst's words, a old fire he hadn't felt in a long time started to burn.

Osiris: You want to destroy me? You want to knock me down and then rebuild a new me? I'm going to be right up front with you, it's going to take much more then a simple beating, a simple victory over me to keep me down. I hadn't remembered till you said something about it, but I thrive on taking so much punishment, so much brutality, so much pain. And I always, ALWAYS, get back up, ready for more. Some may think that's idiotic, but I've never really cared what people think. It's very much like the saying goes, "What doesn't kill me makes me stronger." So you see Kryst, you will have to kill me in order to break me down and to keep me down. So rebuilding a new me, it's just not going to happen.

He was ready. He knew he had a big hill to climb in taking on Kryst, but he was going to give it his all. He kept his eyes on the tron, ready for Kryst's response.

[lash]

{{Khryst raises an eyebrow to Osiris's words. A small grin creeps onto his face as he replies.}}

Oh dear me, my friend. Not a wise choice at all. It's one thing to be fearless. It's another thing altogether though to be foolish. Do you really believe that a simple beating is what I would have in store? That would be an insult to myself and you. No my friend, the pain I deal in is far greater then mere physical agony. It's a pain that tears down deep into the very recesses of the mind. I'm going to take you to a place that no man was meant to see. A place that only the sick, twisted, depraved and masochistic dare journey. A place that is simply put...

Heaven on Earth.

And we shall see if you are strong enough to survive it. If you are, then you pass only but the 1st test to see if you are worthy. If you are not, then you shall drown in the sanguine sea of torment and despair...until ye' sink into oblivion. Rejoice, Osiris. Your suffering shall be your salvation.

Buzz: This guy is way past the point of insanity. Sanguine sea of torment? What kind of human being is this?

Goldman: At this point I doubt anyone could even come close to answering that question. I really can't get a beat on where this guy is coming from.

{{Khryst awaits his response.}}

[Osiris]

Osiris: So you want to play with my mind? Go ahead, I look forward to seeing what you come up with to mess with my mind. But whatever you have in store for me, Kryst, I am ready for it. Whatever pain you wish to inflict onto my body, to my mind, I will take, and you will realize that simply is not enough to keep me down. I've resolved to never back down, to never run away, no matter how much damage I endure, I will ALWAYS get right.....back....up. My suffering shall be my salvation? But what about your suffering that I shall inflict upon you? What is that to you?

[lash]

{{Khryst gives a sadistic grin before answering Osiris' question.}}

My suffering? HAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!!! My suffering is the fact that I'm born into this world of decadence and sin. I suffer every day I breathe. I choke on this air, the same air that sycophants and heathens breathe. Souls unworthy to exist. Souls that know not of the purity of pain. But soon, very soon...they will. By my hand, any who cross swords with me will know the definition of suffering ten times over. And you, my friend...you are but another name to be added to the list of men made to believers of my doctrine. A doctrine that shall be written in blood. You ask what of my suffering? My suffering is constant. And I shall share with you that suffering. Yay do I walk through the shadow of the valley of death, but I shall fear...nor feel no evil. I shall embrace it. And the purity of it's warm embrace. Tonight you get only but a glimpse of it. And from that glimpse, we shall test your mettle as a man.

Until then...

{{The feed ends. The lights in the arena return to normal, and just as that, the cold chill that swept the arena begins to warm once again.}}