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| Listen...; Alexander Lyndon RP | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jan 22 2018, 12:25 PM (94 Views) | |
| Alexander Lyndon | Jan 22 2018, 12:25 PM Post #1 |
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Somewhere, deep within the heart of Johannesburg, a restless soul wanders around. His arms covered in tattoos, his hair dripping onto his face. The man has both of his hands inside his jeans’ pockets. His walk is methodical, he doesn’t even flinch as he continues his way to God knows where. He doesn’t care there may be criminals lurking in the shadows, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike, he just walks. Roaming the streets as he has roamed this Earth; without a destination. He’s never had a place he could call home. Always failing to grasp a status, any status, within the confines of whatever he may do. Right now, wrestling has become his main focus once more. Twice already he has tried to carve his way within the industry, twice he has failed to do anything worth noting before disappearing. This time, he might’ve found a niche, a place where he could start carving his place. A small fog came from underneath the city, as this restless soul stopped right in its tracks. He acknowledges the camera and stares directly at it, before giving the viewers the now common, but creepy smile of his. He then proceeded to take the hair out of his face as he began speaking. Alexander Lyndon: “And here you thought you might’ve seen the last of me.” The ominous laugh that followed his words would’ve been enough to make even the bravest of souls shiver for at least a second. His blue eyes pierced through the camera, almost as if he tried to seduce the viewer with his speech. Alexander Lyndon: “How wrong that train of thought might feel right now. Here you were thinking that as Isaak Otto managed to defeat me in the first match of First Impact, that was going to be it for Alexander Lyndon… but no, no, my brothers and sisters. That match wasn’t the ending of the Faceless one, no… it was just the beginning.” Lyndon starts walking to one side of the alley he’s at, before stopping in his tracks and talking once more. Alexander Lyndon: “You see, leading up to the match I pleaded Otto to forget about friends and family. To forget about being chivalrous, to forget about pleasantries, because that was the only way he would be able to beat me; and so he did.” Lyndon smirks as he lowers his head. His hair drips once more in front of his face before he lets out a chuckle and continues speaking. Alexander Lyndon: “He did beat me, but he didn’t walk away unscathed. No… he was harmed. He was a wounded animal by the time he fought against Evelyn Kuller, and I know he won’t admit it, because… his chivalry won’t let him do it… but I know the reason he didn’t succeed was because he drew me for that first match. “There’s no denying I was the one who drove him to the brink of his abilities. Kuller capitalized on the damage I’ve dealt. Only if Otto would’ve lost himself in violence. Only if Otto would’ve let himself indulge in my teachings, maybe history would’ve been different. Regardless, the final image stands.” Alexander tilts his head backwards, making all of his hair flow against his back and he starts laughing, before he returns his stare towards the camera and continues speaking. Alexander Lyndon: “Johannesburg City Pro, may think my crusade is off now that more than probably they’ll relegate me to the side show. After all, I don’t carry gold around my waist, why would anyone else fear my name! I lost the opener. I’m a loser! Why would anyone see me and declare I’m a threat. I lead one of the lowest scoring ‘teams’ in the Decimation Trials as one soul correctly called on social media, I wasn’t even the highest scorer in the whole thing… “Surely, I’m not a threat to the mighty champions…” He squat down and cracked his neck, before continuing his monologue. Alexander Lyndon: “That’s when I say, I’m still the most dangerous soul within that locker room. The fact I don’t carry ten pounds around my waist doesn’t take that away from ME! I’m free now, free to roam and do whatever I may want. Now there are no rules, there are no teams, there’s nothing that may bound me. Now Johannesburg City Pro, will know why they call me the Dead Soul… The Lost Prophet… the one without a face… “Because unlike the rest, I don’t need no titles to deliver a world of hurt. I don’t need titles to define me! I will walk the path JCP puts in front of me and I will seek the destruction of the souls that aren’t strong enough to stand before my very presence… and once I’m done… and once I’m done, my brothers and sisters… there’ll be nothing but fire and brimstone; ashes of what once was… to remind you of your mistake.” Lyndon pushed the camera with his right hand before he continued walking as the scene fades to black. |
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