In the end of days it was said that one man would stand up and fight. Those where the words that continued to echo in the heads of the optimists, hoping for that day to come soon, the pessimists knew of the prophecy but had lost faith in its entirety. Their world is crashing and burning around them, hope and prayer had no place on the battlefield, and this was a war that wouldn’t be won by aspiration. It would be won through fighting.
Years have passed since the first attack on the main citadel, a peaceful day destroyed in a mere moment when a missile pierced through the orange clouds, destroying the council’s chambers in a ginormous explosion. The race known as the Utopians seized the citadel, the Skylarian’s tried everything they could to prevent the destruction and overruling of their city, however the day was won by the Utopians as the citadel fell. That day marked the beginning of the war.
The Skylarian’s where a peaceful yet powerful race in the Martizore System, having kept the peace throughout the galaxy without resorting to violence, many herald them gods whilst others, if only in the minority, despised them for their interventions and rewriting fate. No one dared to rage war against them, not even the mercenary worlds where that foolish; the legend of their great wrath was told throughout the generations as bedtime stories.
The Utopians had not been seen for many a millennia, taught to Skylarian children in their history lessons, the ancient Utopian brought peace and equality throughout the galaxies as peacekeepers. General Kane seized the chance to abuse his power in many systems, creating many of the mercenary worlds in his wake, causing havoc and rage wherever he went as he craved control. In an epic war against his own people, the Utopian world was sucked into a vortex with General Kane’s fleets supposedly destroyed once the vortex had shut.
They were wrong.
General Kane’s fleet was encapsuled in what can only be described as a time bubble, following the creation of the Vortex by his own scientists, they failed to see that once the vortex had shut that the consequence was several energy rays where unleashed causing anything near them to be frozen. General Kane’s fleet was frozen in time and space. Slowly the bubble unfroze through time only to learn of the new race, the Skylarians, had taken over where the Utopians had left off. This was something General Kane couldn’t allow.
His craving for power was as prominent as ever, he had destroyed his own planet to seize it only for it to be taken from him by a single moment, General Kane now had the chance to wipe the Skylarian race from the galaxy and become the new Lord and master of time and space. Peace rewritten to his own manuscript, planets kept in line through fear, any challengers to his monarchy would be destroyed thanks to his flagship. The Destroyer.
The Council chambers destroyed by a single missile, the squadron deployed at General Kane’s command seized control of the citadel, General Kane would finally get what he thinks his finally his. Control. The citadel fell and other nearby towns destroyed, slowly the Utopians where gaining control of the Skylarian homeworld, the resistance finally rising up from the ashes to do what they swore never to do. Use violence in order to keep the peace.
***
“It happened again last night”
I gaze up to the panelled ceiling before tightening my eyes shut.
“The visions of war”
I had often put these down to my creative imagination, using the creativity of these dreams to use in art, writing and drama. They were not as prominent as they are now.
“I thought it was a vision of nine eleven but it was a missile zooming across the amber sky, destroying the largest building in a flash, I can feel the rubble hitting my skin as I run with my father and mother.”
I tighten my eyes even more than what I’m already doing to remember the visions
“I see people coming towards us, they have advanced weapons, one by one they kill the people in front of me. I always feel my heart racing in fear thinking I’m next but it doesn’t happen. I manage to escape them and run into my father’s work”
Even though I describing this man to be my father, I don’t recognise him whatsoever, my father doesn’t look like the man in my dreams yet It feels right calling him dad.
“He is an advanced scientist and has a teleportation device, my mother perished as she shut the door behind us, my father kept repeating that I was the chosen one and that it would be down to me to save the race”
I knew what the race is called, the skylarians, however I don’t want to admit it out loud.
“They said that a prophecy was made at my birth, that ’In the end of days I will bring balance and peace through self-sacrifice’ I thought that sounded a bit martyr –ish but my father believed it and shoved me into the device and I wake up in my childhood bed here.. Am I going crazy?”
I’ve asked myself this many a time. A childhood dream repeating like a broken record, yet it seemed so real, that the dream wasn’t a dream but a memory. But how can it be a memory? It would mean that I would be from an alien race. That’s absurd!
“I think it’s dreams with hidden meanings…”
The psychiatrist doesn’t seem to be taking me seriously, going on about deeper meanings like it’s the absolute answer, no he’s mistaken and I’m not sure why I bothered coming to him in the first place. I should of written an online blog or wrote a diary entry for all the good this has done me.
“Maybe” I replied without taking my interest in what he’s saying “Same time next week?” I’m not going to bother returning “Thank you kindly”
I couldn’t get out of the office quick enough. My body seems to be feeling funny, almost like a tired sensation coming over my body as I step into the alleyway. My heart pounding so fast, my body numb and tingly, everything around me is becoming hazy with everything becoming a bright white light…
***
I crash to the floor with the sound of explosions crashing around me, rubble scattered everywhere, the amber sky filled with ships and laser fire as I get up to my feet. This was not earth. I look at my attire and it had changed into something completely different, it was as though I had stepped from reality and into my vision. This cannot be possible. I have an important schedule this summer with Sin City Wrestling, this cannot be happening to me, I cannot just disappear from the face of the earth to appear in this world. Even the sound of that sounds crazy as it supports the notion of teleportation, that hasn’t been created on Earth and not been seen in the wrestling world, why now and why is it happening to me? Lasers flash quickly past my head as I duck behind some large rocks in the hope to avoid being hit.
”Did it work?” a voice in the distances yells
I look through the smoke to see a couple of figures running towards me, one of the men glances at me and smiles, the other looks in complete disbelief
“I cannot believe it” the man in shock says “He’ll be key to this war effort!”
“No” the smiling man snapped in response “He ]IS the man who’ll bring this war to an end”
“How can you be so certain?” The other questions
The smiling man touches my face, tightening the hug, he is very excited to see me and I am not sure why
“He is his father’s son” he gazes into my eyes “It is as the prophesy foretold…” he looks at his companion “This is the end of days!”
***
It was a cold night in the Skylarian hospital, a respected scientist for the council stands by his wifes bed, gripping tightly to her hand as the midwife tells her to push. The two had been excited about the birth of their son. They got told that they couldn’t have children; something his wife was eager to be was a mother. One night from out of the rain a seer appeared on their doorsteps saying just one thing. “The child will bring about the end of days, the one man will stand and fight!”. She collapsed and died on their doorstep. From that moment the wife conceived and this was the day that child would be born.
The council knew of this prophesy and stood in the hallway watching with great care, if it was true then a storm would be irrupting in their futures and this child would be the key to it all, they watched as the final push happened and the midwife hands their bloodied son into the arms of a very sore mother. The father smiles in joy with tears running down his face, He had dreamt of seeing his son, imagining what he’d look like, nothing could comprehend the feelings of joy and emotion as it hits him all at once. The council members look upon each other with cautious looks upon their faces.
The day that the council chambers was destroyed by a single missile, was the day that all the years of planning and preparation was gone, only a few holo-documents remain that only spoke of the prophecy. Word was spread to the men and women who faught the Utopians, a message of hope and belief, that one sentence inspired countless men and women to sacrifice themselves for the fight of their homeworld.
The father grabbed his small son and wife and headed through the streets, missing wild fire and rubble to get to his father’s lab, the wife grabbed a dead utopians weapon and begins to fire it towards oncoming troops. The father rushes around his desk and places his son into the teleportation device, tears running down his face as he glances back to see his wife being struck and falling dead to the ground, as the door shut the father quickly kisses the temple of his son and presses the button to send him away from the war. One day he will return to fulfil the prophecy.
***
A lot of people will be wondering what happened to me all those months ago, momentum going in my favour and the only way is up, however an unforeseen event in my life prevented me to fulfil those dreams and now I begin my journey again. More wiser, a battle worn warrior, ready to combat Sin City Wrestling once more to create a new legacy. Some will remember me whilst others will encounter me for the first time, the man you remember has gone, a new man stands before you and will make my return at the last supercard of the year. December to Dismember part two.
I return to possibly gain the right to be one half of the Tag Team Championships, a delightful prospect to be a champion once again, am I ready to be that champion the SCW needs me to be? Am I really the man ready to take the reins of the division in the hope to rejuvenate it? I have seen great teams come and fall; I have defeated some of those great teams and fallen to the lesser too. I have seen great champions crowned, men who have deserved the accolade champion and I’ve seen great championships held by men who’ve not been ready to hold the belt. I am not sure which category you’d class me as but whatever the case is I’m ready to make my return into the SCW, ready to travel up the long winding road once more.
Jon Dough said he may go if he was put in a championship match, Steve Ramone has always been on the cusp of achieving great things, Aaron Matthews is someone who’ll never let tradition die, Brother Grimm has been there with Goth but does he want it again with someone completely different? Eric Steel could prove to be the dark horse and then there is me… With Ben and Jordan returning as a team you know full well that this odd combination will face stiff competition from a championship winning team, whomever claims the belts will be in for a fight going into two thousand and fourteen. I for one would look forward to the challenge of them if I managed to snatch one of those belts from the rung. To make the belt my own and fight the former heavyweight champion and an Atlantic Championship Wrestling legend would make my comeback that much more special.
I know I may not be the same as I once was, I might of improved, or I might have destroyed everything I once stood for. One thing is for sure is that this time I will not leave the promotion without achieving what I originally set out for, one step at a time, one match at a time and if my return match is a championship winning one, then to whomever else stands by my side let them know that I am not just a worthy man to be partnered with but I fight until the very end to defend the gold with.
For I am LUCIAN FROST
THE MYSTERIOUS ENIGMA RETURNS
AND IT IS TIME TO DECIPHER THE CODE
