Post by Zenki on Mar 10, 2019 13:12:38 GMT -5
Master Zenki! Please come back. We are not worthy, and you are not of this world but do not leave us, your Zealots, alone in this place! Take us with you! Take us with you!
Darkness!
This is where our Lord Zenki resides post return to the ring after losing to the God Beast. Here in a land of infinite sorrow he floats, rebound in chains forged in the deepest hellfire, not even he in his physical form bore the strength required to unseal himself.
“Why are we awake?”
Voices echo in the void. A place completely devoid of all images or physical forms, yet our Master floats through the thick of it alone. His form is beat and tattered as a physical reflection of his own inner torment.
“Why are we aware? What is he? Where did this vile thing come from!”
His breath wisped away in the air, colder than the deepest of despair.
“What are you!”
Our Lord’s head whipped back violently, hit by utter nothingness but tortured by everything. His black hair still waved from the force of the blow. What was he if he was not the MAX Heavyweight Champion. What kind of thing was he to be disgraced by something as vile as the God-Beast. Who was he if replaced in contender ship by a Gaijin Hillbilly starved for affection by his snake charming family.
“Who is it that wakes us! Who is it that disturbs us! What is your name so that we may destroy you!”
Zenki’s form seems to stop, he floats no more and heat begins to seethe from his body. The voices around him begin to sound as if they stir. Shadows seem to form even in the darkness of the void.
“Who am I?”
Zenki’s head lowers to face them as his eyes illuminate with the fire still raging within him.
“I…am…”
Lighting and Fire consume his image as the chains splinter from his form and fly violently all around him like shrapnel from the Great Bombs.
“ZEEEEEEEEENKIIIIIIIIIII!”