Post by TLS on Mar 24, 2022 16:51:39 GMT -5
The wind howls like a animal in pain as the mist hovers over the ground on a cold morning in Tipperary, Ireland. Located about 40 kilometers southeast from Limerick, Tipperary is a small quaint town of about 5,000 people. The town is surrounded by trees and forests in every direction. A statue ofiol a woman (The Maid of Erin) on a base depicting the portraits of three Irish Patriots, The "Manchester Martyrs" stands on the corner of Main street.
The Stranger stands separated by a gate from the Maid of Erin, he stares at her.
TLS: There are times in our lives when sacrifices have to be made. William Phillip Allen, Michael Larkin, and Michael O'Brien paid the ultimate sacrifice for the freedom of their nation. They were valiant and brave, but ultimately they ended up swinging from the gallows in front of a crowd of 10,000 Englishmen. At Luck of the Violent, we may see yet another sacrifice from someone who is fighting for freedom. It seems to me that Young Lady Strader (whatever name she is calling herself nowadays), Victoria, Veronica, Veruca, Vanessa, Vivian, Valerie...
* a few moments later*
TLS:... Vivian, Vybala, Vagina. I think that's all the V names I can think of. But it seems like Young Lady Vee is fighting to free herself from her demons. For months on end she's been pursuing TLS. And I wondered why? Why is she so persistent in getting a match with the Stranger? I know now why. I'm the only one to free her. I'm the only one that will release her from the prison she has built for herself. I've got the key, at the Luck of the lock the Violent, I will unlock the cage and set her free...
A strong gust of wind blows, nearly knocking the Stranger's hat off his head. Suddenly he hears a woman's voice. "What Irish Rock is as light as a feather?
Without missing a beat, TLS reaches into his pocket and pulls out a 3 leafed clover. "A shamrock", he replies.
The woman chuckles in amusement, and then her voice fades away. A thin sheet of paper at the base of the Statue starts to float towards the Stranger. The paper swirls around his feet, then moves upwards and he snatches in the air. Another riddle appears on the paper.
" We're richer than Scottish Whiskey, and thicker than London fog, our treasure lies deep in the Golden...."
The last word is left off on purpose.
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The ground is soft and wet like Vee Strader every time she touches the Transatlantic Title. Marsh marigold, bog cotton, watercress and ling heather are abundant, but deforestation has stripped the land of some of it's native plants. His boot sinks into the ground and makes a squish sound with every step. The Stranger looks up as a withe throated needle tail soars overhead and into the surrounding forest. TLS reaches a point where the walkable trail ends and a wall of shrub block his path. 20 feet ahead he notices movement from in the shrubs. TLS uses his hand and parts the shrub wall like a curtain and finds himself in what seems to be a maze inside the wall of marsh shrub.
The Stranger makes his way cautiously, the ground beneath him is unstable.
"You shouldn't be here." A voice calls out to him.
" Leave now before you get hurt." Another voice calls out.
"We don't want to hurt you." The voices call out in unison.
The Stranger as he is prone to do, walks into the direction of danger. he makes his way through the maze, listening intently for footsteps. The greenery ahead begins to rustle violently. A projectile sails over and lands at his feet. TLS picks up what seems to be a child's lather buckles shoe and and continues deep into the marsh maze.
TLS: It's appropriate that we will be competing at an event called Luck of the Violent. I'm sure that Lady Vee is well aware that my matches tend to end violently, although the person or people standing across the ring from me aren't so lucky. We will be in a cage with no way to escape but over and out. I could care less about which Leprechaun's pot has the title belt. My goal is not to find that belt, my goal is to prevent her from finding the belt. My goal is to keep her in that cage as long as possible, until I feel like she is ready to be set free. This may take all night. She may not be dead by the daylight, but she might be mutilated by morning. Her bones may be broken by breakfast. And everything that she's been fighting for may be lost by lunchtime...
The Stranger should have been paying closer attention to the path, he took one step too soon and fell into a man made ditch. A trap perhaps. With catlike reflexes, he's able to position his body to land on all fours. He hears a voice say, " We warned you."
he looks up and the opening to the ditch is covered by a wooden board. It's completely dark, he reaches out to feel the wall of dirt surrounding him. He lifts his arms in the air, and jumps up. His finger tips can barely touch the lid to the ditch.
"HEY! HEY! Let me out of here! Who are you?" The Stranger yells.
Footsteps shuffle overhead, and then he hears. "You're trapped in a bog, and you don't know what to do. No need to press your luck. Just start digging with my shoe."
TLS feels around in the dark and is able to find the shoe. He jabs blindly at the dirt and begins to dig away.
TLS: Young Lady Vee has been digging her own grave ever since she challenged TLS on December 29th. She wants tp break a sweat and dig down deep to find that certain something that she was missing. She wants TLS to take her "that" place. At Luck of the Violent she gets her wish. I'll take her to the deepest darkest place that anyone can go in front of screaming fans and the spotlight. When her skull crashes against the ground and her face is dragged along the steel of that cage, she'll regret making that challenge.
The Stranger digs a hole that is big enough to fit his foot in. He places his right foot in and then uses it to thrust himself upwards and tries to force the lid open. The hole is too low, and he doesn't have enough force. He reaches for an area that is level to his knee, and then begins to dig another hole.
TLS: I guess your mother never warned you about talking to Strangers. She experienced first hand what it felt like to be in the ring with me. But I held back. I saw her as a mother, a woman, an elder, and I couldn't find it within myself to let go of my restraints. I don't know if you will be that lucky Vee Strader. The frame of your body wasn't meant for the beating that will be unleashed at the hands of the Stranger. I'm not going to underestimate the violence that your 140 pound frame can produce, but I do know that sooner or later the blows tend to come with less force, the lungs start to get heavy, the legs won't move as quickly. I'll withstand every offense that you will bring, I will outlast you, and when you start to tire out I'll lift you on my shoulders and take you to the top and then send you back down. I'll rip your hair from your scalp, and gouge out your eyes, and knock your teeth out and tug on your ears until they begin to rip apart from your head. And then I'll lay you down in the middle of the ring, climb to the top of the cage and leap off and deliver a move that I've kept locked away for a long time. Many wrestlers have experienced being "Souled Out", my leg will come crashing down and cave your tiny little chest in. I'll scoop the blood that you cough up and make a smiley face on my mask, to let you know that I've enjoyed the time that we spent together.
~~~~ A few moments later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The Stranger has dug a series of holes in the dark that ascend upwards. He places his foot in one hold and the other in another hole and begins to use it as a ladder. Upon reaching the top, he places one hand in a hole and grips the dirt while using his other hand to push the lid of the ditch upwards. After a couple unsuccessful attempts, he's able to move the lid. The light of the moon shines down into hole and TLS is able to pull himself up and out.
The night air is misty and cold as TLS surveys the area around him. Pieces of metal on the ground begin to glimmer in the moonlight. TLS makes his way towards them but trips on something. He picks himself up and sees that a brass sword that has been intertwined with roots in the ground was the culprit. He struggles with the roots and is able to separate the sword free. He runs his finger along the handle of the sword, and then lifts it upwards so that he can read the inscription in the moonlight. "Cerdraigi". Legend has it that in ancient times, a great battle ensued between the Gaelic tribes of the Cerdraigi and the Balilenagaerd tribes. The King of the Cerdaigi was slain in battle but his body was never retrieved. Over time the land and bog grew and swallowed him and his gold. His crown, believed to be made of the purest gold is lost somewhere in the bog. Whomever is lucky enough to retrieve the crown would find himself in immense wealth.
"Luck be the lad that finds me gold." A voice softly says.....
The Stranger stands separated by a gate from the Maid of Erin, he stares at her.
TLS: There are times in our lives when sacrifices have to be made. William Phillip Allen, Michael Larkin, and Michael O'Brien paid the ultimate sacrifice for the freedom of their nation. They were valiant and brave, but ultimately they ended up swinging from the gallows in front of a crowd of 10,000 Englishmen. At Luck of the Violent, we may see yet another sacrifice from someone who is fighting for freedom. It seems to me that Young Lady Strader (whatever name she is calling herself nowadays), Victoria, Veronica, Veruca, Vanessa, Vivian, Valerie...
* a few moments later*
TLS:... Vivian, Vybala, Vagina. I think that's all the V names I can think of. But it seems like Young Lady Vee is fighting to free herself from her demons. For months on end she's been pursuing TLS. And I wondered why? Why is she so persistent in getting a match with the Stranger? I know now why. I'm the only one to free her. I'm the only one that will release her from the prison she has built for herself. I've got the key, at the Luck of the lock the Violent, I will unlock the cage and set her free...
A strong gust of wind blows, nearly knocking the Stranger's hat off his head. Suddenly he hears a woman's voice. "What Irish Rock is as light as a feather?
Without missing a beat, TLS reaches into his pocket and pulls out a 3 leafed clover. "A shamrock", he replies.
The woman chuckles in amusement, and then her voice fades away. A thin sheet of paper at the base of the Statue starts to float towards the Stranger. The paper swirls around his feet, then moves upwards and he snatches in the air. Another riddle appears on the paper.
" We're richer than Scottish Whiskey, and thicker than London fog, our treasure lies deep in the Golden...."
The last word is left off on purpose.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The ground is soft and wet like Vee Strader every time she touches the Transatlantic Title. Marsh marigold, bog cotton, watercress and ling heather are abundant, but deforestation has stripped the land of some of it's native plants. His boot sinks into the ground and makes a squish sound with every step. The Stranger looks up as a withe throated needle tail soars overhead and into the surrounding forest. TLS reaches a point where the walkable trail ends and a wall of shrub block his path. 20 feet ahead he notices movement from in the shrubs. TLS uses his hand and parts the shrub wall like a curtain and finds himself in what seems to be a maze inside the wall of marsh shrub.
The Stranger makes his way cautiously, the ground beneath him is unstable.
"You shouldn't be here." A voice calls out to him.
" Leave now before you get hurt." Another voice calls out.
"We don't want to hurt you." The voices call out in unison.
The Stranger as he is prone to do, walks into the direction of danger. he makes his way through the maze, listening intently for footsteps. The greenery ahead begins to rustle violently. A projectile sails over and lands at his feet. TLS picks up what seems to be a child's lather buckles shoe and and continues deep into the marsh maze.
TLS: It's appropriate that we will be competing at an event called Luck of the Violent. I'm sure that Lady Vee is well aware that my matches tend to end violently, although the person or people standing across the ring from me aren't so lucky. We will be in a cage with no way to escape but over and out. I could care less about which Leprechaun's pot has the title belt. My goal is not to find that belt, my goal is to prevent her from finding the belt. My goal is to keep her in that cage as long as possible, until I feel like she is ready to be set free. This may take all night. She may not be dead by the daylight, but she might be mutilated by morning. Her bones may be broken by breakfast. And everything that she's been fighting for may be lost by lunchtime...
The Stranger should have been paying closer attention to the path, he took one step too soon and fell into a man made ditch. A trap perhaps. With catlike reflexes, he's able to position his body to land on all fours. He hears a voice say, " We warned you."
he looks up and the opening to the ditch is covered by a wooden board. It's completely dark, he reaches out to feel the wall of dirt surrounding him. He lifts his arms in the air, and jumps up. His finger tips can barely touch the lid to the ditch.
"HEY! HEY! Let me out of here! Who are you?" The Stranger yells.
Footsteps shuffle overhead, and then he hears. "You're trapped in a bog, and you don't know what to do. No need to press your luck. Just start digging with my shoe."
TLS feels around in the dark and is able to find the shoe. He jabs blindly at the dirt and begins to dig away.
TLS: Young Lady Vee has been digging her own grave ever since she challenged TLS on December 29th. She wants tp break a sweat and dig down deep to find that certain something that she was missing. She wants TLS to take her "that" place. At Luck of the Violent she gets her wish. I'll take her to the deepest darkest place that anyone can go in front of screaming fans and the spotlight. When her skull crashes against the ground and her face is dragged along the steel of that cage, she'll regret making that challenge.
The Stranger digs a hole that is big enough to fit his foot in. He places his right foot in and then uses it to thrust himself upwards and tries to force the lid open. The hole is too low, and he doesn't have enough force. He reaches for an area that is level to his knee, and then begins to dig another hole.
TLS: I guess your mother never warned you about talking to Strangers. She experienced first hand what it felt like to be in the ring with me. But I held back. I saw her as a mother, a woman, an elder, and I couldn't find it within myself to let go of my restraints. I don't know if you will be that lucky Vee Strader. The frame of your body wasn't meant for the beating that will be unleashed at the hands of the Stranger. I'm not going to underestimate the violence that your 140 pound frame can produce, but I do know that sooner or later the blows tend to come with less force, the lungs start to get heavy, the legs won't move as quickly. I'll withstand every offense that you will bring, I will outlast you, and when you start to tire out I'll lift you on my shoulders and take you to the top and then send you back down. I'll rip your hair from your scalp, and gouge out your eyes, and knock your teeth out and tug on your ears until they begin to rip apart from your head. And then I'll lay you down in the middle of the ring, climb to the top of the cage and leap off and deliver a move that I've kept locked away for a long time. Many wrestlers have experienced being "Souled Out", my leg will come crashing down and cave your tiny little chest in. I'll scoop the blood that you cough up and make a smiley face on my mask, to let you know that I've enjoyed the time that we spent together.
~~~~ A few moments later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The Stranger has dug a series of holes in the dark that ascend upwards. He places his foot in one hold and the other in another hole and begins to use it as a ladder. Upon reaching the top, he places one hand in a hole and grips the dirt while using his other hand to push the lid of the ditch upwards. After a couple unsuccessful attempts, he's able to move the lid. The light of the moon shines down into hole and TLS is able to pull himself up and out.
The night air is misty and cold as TLS surveys the area around him. Pieces of metal on the ground begin to glimmer in the moonlight. TLS makes his way towards them but trips on something. He picks himself up and sees that a brass sword that has been intertwined with roots in the ground was the culprit. He struggles with the roots and is able to separate the sword free. He runs his finger along the handle of the sword, and then lifts it upwards so that he can read the inscription in the moonlight. "Cerdraigi". Legend has it that in ancient times, a great battle ensued between the Gaelic tribes of the Cerdraigi and the Balilenagaerd tribes. The King of the Cerdaigi was slain in battle but his body was never retrieved. Over time the land and bog grew and swallowed him and his gold. His crown, believed to be made of the purest gold is lost somewhere in the bog. Whomever is lucky enough to retrieve the crown would find himself in immense wealth.
"Luck be the lad that finds me gold." A voice softly says.....